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I think 'drunkvitational' has a great ring to it. Chris definitely came up with that, and it was his birthday, so I'd better make sure to give him credit. Happy birthday, Chris!
So, it was a pretty good weekend with one particular exception. I was searching Google for information about kung fu, which you generally cannot read too much about because it is so awesome, and discovered that my virus protection was out of date. Basically, I like my computer to ask politely before just installing whatever and it did not do this, so the way that I found out that my protection was compromised was to have a large quantity of particularly virulent malware installed on my machine. This is not as delightful as perhaps it sounds.
Anyway, I am slightly taken aback, I must confess. Of all the things to search for when being infected with a computer virus, it was googling kung fu styles. Clearly my Firewall Fist is lacking.
I also went to a Magic draft. If you didn't go or haven't heard anything else in regards to that, you're not missing anything. I probably made my costs back up, and I did win a pack so, uh, go me! A good time was had by all. Actually, I did run into someone new in the area originally from MO, continuing to prove my suspicions that the Pacific Northwest is made up almost in its entirety of transplants from the Midwest who escaped its guttering economy and lack of decent pho joints.
The party itself was good times. There were two kegs of home-brewed beer, and some dude (continuing my kung fu-themed woes) kicked me pretty hard. It was pretty neat. Ok, so, that was a martial arts demonstration and it was acceptible. You know, with a lot of beer in your system, an individual will be slower and less co-ordinated. It is typically fine to use these things as an excuse as to why you are not in top form and certainly I can say that this arguement would have applied to me in some fashion. But, on the other hand, sometimes you and everybody present knows better. The gentleman in question was not a little out of my league. I am having trouble with the wording of a suitable metaphor, but I think that the explaination might go as follows : if you are two people roughly in the same ballpark, an individual might be able to discern exactly how much better or worse the other individual is then them. In my case, I found this to be impossible. That's how much better he was then I am.
That made me think about martial arts for a little bit, today. There was a point in time when I took martial arts, and thinking about it now, I would put my instructors up against most of the people I've seen engage in martial arts demonstrations. They were excellent and their chief student was (and probably remains) a capital fellow with exceptional form. I think that if I had dedicated myself, I might be able to say the same thing about me today, and I did not. This is not something I am particularly worried about. At the venerable age of 25, for better or worse (and I am quite apt to say it is distinctly for the better), very few situations in my life are going to require me to floor someone with a kick or punch. At this point, the best thing I am going to get out of practicing is getting in good shape and cultivating a healthy mindset, and I will suggest that this is perhaps the best thing. If my schedule ever becomes more favorable, I will probably commit myself to some kind of martial arts training program. I understand that there are schools for this sort of thing.
Other then that, for everyone playing at home, the number of times I appeared shirtless in this episode was 2. Once because the rules of the drinking game demanded it and once because of the martial arts demonstration. I looked silly out there, but because I did end up on the grass twice, I am silly without grass stains on my good shirts. I am also informed that there are pictures of me on the internets which only proves that when you give drunk people cameras, ultimately it is everyone else who suffers.
(Bonus points: Got to create 'martial arts' tag today. How nice.)
So, it was a pretty good weekend with one particular exception. I was searching Google for information about kung fu, which you generally cannot read too much about because it is so awesome, and discovered that my virus protection was out of date. Basically, I like my computer to ask politely before just installing whatever and it did not do this, so the way that I found out that my protection was compromised was to have a large quantity of particularly virulent malware installed on my machine. This is not as delightful as perhaps it sounds.
Anyway, I am slightly taken aback, I must confess. Of all the things to search for when being infected with a computer virus, it was googling kung fu styles. Clearly my Firewall Fist is lacking.
I also went to a Magic draft. If you didn't go or haven't heard anything else in regards to that, you're not missing anything. I probably made my costs back up, and I did win a pack so, uh, go me! A good time was had by all. Actually, I did run into someone new in the area originally from MO, continuing to prove my suspicions that the Pacific Northwest is made up almost in its entirety of transplants from the Midwest who escaped its guttering economy and lack of decent pho joints.
The party itself was good times. There were two kegs of home-brewed beer, and some dude (continuing my kung fu-themed woes) kicked me pretty hard. It was pretty neat. Ok, so, that was a martial arts demonstration and it was acceptible. You know, with a lot of beer in your system, an individual will be slower and less co-ordinated. It is typically fine to use these things as an excuse as to why you are not in top form and certainly I can say that this arguement would have applied to me in some fashion. But, on the other hand, sometimes you and everybody present knows better. The gentleman in question was not a little out of my league. I am having trouble with the wording of a suitable metaphor, but I think that the explaination might go as follows : if you are two people roughly in the same ballpark, an individual might be able to discern exactly how much better or worse the other individual is then them. In my case, I found this to be impossible. That's how much better he was then I am.
That made me think about martial arts for a little bit, today. There was a point in time when I took martial arts, and thinking about it now, I would put my instructors up against most of the people I've seen engage in martial arts demonstrations. They were excellent and their chief student was (and probably remains) a capital fellow with exceptional form. I think that if I had dedicated myself, I might be able to say the same thing about me today, and I did not. This is not something I am particularly worried about. At the venerable age of 25, for better or worse (and I am quite apt to say it is distinctly for the better), very few situations in my life are going to require me to floor someone with a kick or punch. At this point, the best thing I am going to get out of practicing is getting in good shape and cultivating a healthy mindset, and I will suggest that this is perhaps the best thing. If my schedule ever becomes more favorable, I will probably commit myself to some kind of martial arts training program. I understand that there are schools for this sort of thing.
Other then that, for everyone playing at home, the number of times I appeared shirtless in this episode was 2. Once because the rules of the drinking game demanded it and once because of the martial arts demonstration. I looked silly out there, but because I did end up on the grass twice, I am silly without grass stains on my good shirts. I am also informed that there are pictures of me on the internets which only proves that when you give drunk people cameras, ultimately it is everyone else who suffers.
(Bonus points: Got to create 'martial arts' tag today. How nice.)
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