Story, of epic fail, or epic win. For my first day as the official sempai of my Ryuku Kempo class, our sensei asked not to dress out, and put our bags down, keeping only what we'd normally carry on the street. We were running scenarios! This is my favorite exercise by far. Our instructions: One by one, we'll walk in on a crime in progress, and had to demonstrate our response. I walked in on an attempted rape/murder. One of the men had a woman against the wall, and they were struggling. The good news is, myth confirmed: the command voice taught in police academies and military training does work. The bad news is, this class is held at a community college, and a real security guard was so spooked by hearing the command-voice instructions, "DROP YOUR WEAPON AND GET ON THE FLOOR. DROP YOUR WEAPON AND GET ON THE FLOOR; YOU WILL NOT BE TOLD AGAIN!..." made the guard pull the emergency alarm, evacuate the building, and call the real cops! Cut to: a very embarrassed sensei and sempai explaining we were just running drills...and there was no emergency. But...does that chaos mean I win? Have a good one! Voted.
Sending you a special message this Sunday: They who are really good can never be unhappy. They who are really wise can never be perplexed. They who are really brave are never afraid. Vote is in!
Lack of forethought: This past Tuesday, I spent about thirty minutes in conversation with a car mechanic, at a Goodwill, who started the conversation after seeing my POS car, due to spontaneously explode any day. He finally asked what I did for a living, and I told him I was a psychic. The next words out of his mouth were: "Oh cool! Can you predict the lotto numbers?" I politely told him that's not how it works. In my head, I was laughing, thinking, "Yes, I drive a POS car all over CO because I like the thrill of wondering if this will be the day the car spontaneously combusts." Have a great Saturday! Voted!
I am sending you an Irish wish for your Sat.: As you slide down the banister of life, may the splinters never point in the wrong direction. Vote is in!
Auto-correct, T9, and predictive text is an evil invention. And, I think my auto-correct is learning to hate me. It chooses the most abstract words imaginable to replace normal words with. Sunstone = someone. Haiku = family. Rasputin = redemption. I'm apparently Jesus. And, every "d" word I type becomes, "dedtoys." I wasn't aware that was even a word. But, I didn't put it in, and I can't delete it. What is that, phone?! Technology, still as helpful as ever. I can handle my internet affairs on my smrt phone until I replace my computer. But I have to proofread everything, or the message I sent that was supposed to say, "Please accept my sympathies," is liable to become (and HAS), "Please accept my dinosaurs." Ugh. Can I just have an owl to deliver my messages? Haha! Have a great day! Voted.
