In today's installment of "why my martial arts kicks your martials arts's ass" we will return to the dropping of the sword in Aikido.
Instead, I spent the last hour or so whacking my partner with my Korean bokken (which is probably called something else.) It was everything I wanted from my bokken class ONLY IT WAS IN KUK SOOL.
The only kind of fun thing for me was that because I had taken bokken for those four classes, I felt very, very comfortable swinging the sword in the downward thrust. I did have to try to remember NOT TO DROP IT, but, you know, that's fairly instinctual.
Thank you. That is all.
Actually, I have a lot of news to report, though I'm going to have to keep it short tonight. Because we were at super-seminar until 8:00, I have to put Mason to bed now, much, much later than normal. The only other really exciting bit I must share tonight, then, is this Romantic Times review for Tate's Precinct 13:
In which the review repeatedly uses the word "series" as though Precinct 13 begins one. News to me. Hopefully, this will mean, however, that my editor, will in fact, make it the thrilling beginning of a new series.