Post-prandial postings

Oh look, back to my old ways already. Staring at job applications, doing sod-all with them, updating here as an afterthought. The usual pattern before this place drifts like a forgotten log. Hah! No, even that isn't appropropriate, is it, because that would imply that this place eventually falls apart by floating out of reach. Nah, this place'll just... become unimportant, and fade gradually out of mind. Like a family member!

Anyway, tried to go to that Aikido class again on Monday; didn't finish work on time (took a washing machine to Truro, five hours from the depot). Went to the Rifle Association on Tuesday but they don't accept new members except in October, tried to go to to Kickboxing on Wednesday but didn't finish work on time (took TWO washing machines to Truro five hours from the depot). Tried to go to Aikido on Thursday AND ACTUALLY MADE IT OH GOOD LORDY HALLELUJAH

It's crap.

Nah I kid. It's very slow and controlled: no rushing, no speed. Try anything like that in a real fight and you're looking at a mouthful of pavement. But the instructors state outright from the start that the stuff they teach you isn't for combat: it's for getting a sense of balance and body feel and suchlike. It really lets you dissect your technique and learn how to move, and if you put it back into actual combat techniques it gives a real boost.
Like knife defence in Krav Maga: thanks to Aikido, I am now expert in disarming an amateur with a rubber blade! Yay! All I need is for Isis to switch to rubber weapons and I can finally do my bit for my country.

Went to Kickboxing, too. Almost missed the starting time, but I made it with seconds to spare, so of course they'd started an hour early and I missed most of the lesson. But they let me join in for half an hour, which was nice of them. I fucked my back up.