May 23, 2005
36 inches of awkwardness
So, last week I posted about my new broadsword. It is nice, I have been playing with it. The problem now lies in the fact that I have to bring it to school on Mon and Thu since I have no way of getting home before Kung Fu and grabbing it. This isn't too much of a problem except that the blade is about 27.5 inches, and altogether the thing is around 36 inches long; way too long to just shov in my backpack. I also would find it more trouble than it would be worth currently to try and shove into a duffle bag which I would have to carry along with my backpack. All of this being the case, I now have the sword tucked down my back between my back and my backpack.
I am a ninja, hwa.
Anyway, it's weird because the sword is large, obtrusive, and makes clanky noises in it's scabbard as I walk around. I haven't been accosted by police or library staff or such yet, so maybe this will turn out alright.
In other news, Ave and I went to the MU on Friday to play some pool and such. So pretty much the first thing that happens once we get our cues and start racking is two guys who look like they actually know what they're doing come up and ask if we wanna play a game of team 9-ball. Long story short, we agree to play at some point but they want to play for cash. We tell 'em we'll play a game of team 8-ball for fun, they say "sure", and we play a game. Ave and I get ownt something fierce, and are thankful that we didn't put any money on the game.
The guys were cool though, they gave me a bit of shooting advice and told us about the upcoming tournaments and the UCD Pool Club. I don't think I'll be doing any tournaments anytime soon, but maybe I'll join the club; I have been meaning to play the game more and that would give me both a reason and a discount.
After pool me and Ave played video games. That is to say, I played video gameS, and Ave played Pump It Up. ("Dude, Ave's playing Pump It Up", "Oh god, Ave's playing pump it up? I'm so surprised.") This wouldn't be worth mentioning except that he actually gathered a small crowd of people to watch him go epileptic and press buttons faster than most people can generally manage.
Of that crowd there was a middle-aged caucasian woman who actually watched for a long while; she was there during his first song, and was still there when I came back during his final song. She stood there mouth agape, apparently awestruck by Ave; I found this amusing.
In some sense I kinda compare it to some person watching a man throw back two bottles of some hard liquor in a matter of fives of minutes. The spectator is impressed for they have no experience with this kind of thing and think of the discipline and such that it must take. I, the friend, am jaded and almost somber because I know the horrid history of alcoholism and abuse behind the feat. Next time, on behind the scenes.
