Saturday, December 9, 2006

In 1838 a war was fought for French pasteries taken from a restuarant. This was the War of the Cakes.

Egads! I spent forever getting a post typed up to put up here earlier this week, talking all about the sword club meeting and everything, and then my internet browser decided that it was unhappy with me and demanded that I close it and send off and errror report. I burnt with unspeakable rage! But at the same time it was rather amusing, because, had I not spent ten minutes fussing over my title, I would have had it up and safe. O well. :) I think my titles would be best spent instilling random factoids to the world rather than coming up with a prfound title that blows one's mind upon reading the corresponding blog entry. Where's the fun in that? Last entry's factoid was that the Great Cannon of Mehmed was a 42-inch bombard used by the Turks to attack the walls of Constantinople with 1200-pound boulders with a range of about a mile. The draw back? It could only be fired seven times a day.

Onto something more profound! Sword club this week was outstanding despite the ever-threatening cold. Yesterday was great, as we went over some attacks, several of which we already knew, or they were fairly close to ones we already knew. My favourite new move is called the Rising Falcon! It works best when you shout that just before performing it so that everyone is highly confused and higly aware that you're about to use it. ;) Not really. Basically, you start with the sword down and to your side, tip back. You slice up, and then flip the sword around so that the tip arcs up and loops back at the opponent again for a second fast blow; you then flip it back around and cut back to the original stance. Very cool looking, and it is currently my second favourite move from an aestetic point of view. Possibly third if you count the near useless "Archer's Guard," where one holds the sword like an arrow pulled taught in the bow and then throws it, hoping that 1) it goes where it was being aimed, 2) the pommel doesn't flip up and hit instead of the tip, and 3) that it slays the enemy, because otherwise a good pair of running shoes is highly recommended. Hopefully I can get my digetal camera soon so that I can actually SHOW all of you how this looks!

Exam week is looming ever closer, its gullet for crazed, frothy-mouthed, nervous students insatiable!!! Good thing my exam schedule is fairly low-stress after my lovely 8:30 A.M. exam next Saturday. Yea, a Saturday morning exam. The excitement abounds! Surprisingly, I am looking forward to a few of my exams. (Half of them, actually, but the mediocrity of one of the others and the dread of the massive review for the other help to off-set this.) For my folklore class we did independant research on living folklore today, and I ran with my project on sword club after pushing a few other ideas around. So, for my presentation I plan to fight with a fellow classmate that happens to be in the club with broadswords and rondels. It shall be wondrously amusing, weilding the wasters inside of Slocum. Maybe we can have a dramatic fight under the stainedglass, which I don't think recieves half the credit it should for how beautiful it is. If you've no idea of what I'm speaking of, ask me, and I'll point you to it, because it really must not be missed! Perhaps I can get some photos to put up here. Well, that's enough for today, I suppose. My German exam will be a great pleasure, and the rest of the days this semester will fly by, and then I'll be off on break, wondering where the time flew. Hopefully I'll have time to finish some reading and some art that I've been meaning to get to!

1 comment:

Mollage said...

C'etait la guerre de gâteaux. (It was the war of cakes)