Well once again I am here to revel in the strength and
well stubbornness of my Best buddy in the whole world. My
Little buddy practices Tae Kwon Do as I mentioned before.
Thursday he had class to prepare for this up coming belt
test. He always does well, although I am pretty sure they
just hand out belts most of the time. But my little buddy
does earn his, of that I have no doubt. Before you start
rolling your eyes at me, I want to tell you the events of
yesterday evenings class. If this does change your
impression well, who care what you think.
It was HOT, and I mean HOT Thursday, typical weather for
late July. Lots of kids in class as there is a belt test
the following evening. Which reminds me I need to make
sure I bring my little underachieving digital camera
tonight. Anyways, I noticed at the beginning of class that
my little buddy didn’t seem to have his heart in it. I
think he was still ticked off that he didn’t get to hang
with his friends that day. Well he seemed to get through
it, and his “attitude” did improve as the class went on.
It became time for sparring which he loves, we got his
equipment on and he got paired up with a kid older, a
little bigger and of a much higher belt. Whooo hooo…I
like seeing that. It makes my buddy try harder to connect
with his kicks and what not. He does a great job with the
older kid and then switches partners to a slightly older
kid and high belt. Again my little buddy is doing great
and was kicking some butt. When sparring time was over, he
came over to me (I’m like his personal equipment manager,
and trainer) we get his gear off. I could tell he wasn’t
feeling good, sweating like a pig. I mean he looked like he just came out of the dunk tank at some carnival. So as a “good” trainer would do I asked if he was okay and kept pumping him. “hey
you’re doing great, hang in there” He walks off obviously tired but gets back to class. Moments later I see across the room that he looks like he is in pain. The instructor pulls him aside and has him sit down. Moments later I headed to the back of the class. Chat with my little buddy
who is a complete mess now. He had the tell tale signs of low blood sugar and probably a little dehydration but I don’t think so, he was still sweating pretty good sort of like backyard sprinkler. so I don’t think it was that. At that point class was pretty much
over and I asked if he wanted to leave. He was looking
like he just got done doing the Hawaiian Iron Man contest. I picked him up and cradled him on one arm. For a kid his size he really doesn’t feel like he weighs that much. It also makes me look like I am a lot stronger than I am too. Hee hee. If you ever saw the movie Commando with the
Govenator, you should remember the ending when he comes walking on the beach with a then very young Alyssa Milano. carrying her in one arm looking all…well “terminator’ish”
Well that wasn’t me or anything but you get the idea. After my buddy and I got into our Cruiser. Black FJ Cruiser that is. It hit me all of a sudden what sort of happened, or at least what I think happened. You see I think my little buddy is a little warrior at heart. I don’t think his feeling sick all of a sudden hit him after I got his gear off. I think he was already that way by the
time he was sparring with his second partner. But like a good little warrior he kept on going and didn’t stop. I think even though he was feeling bad he kept up that stubborn, warrior like personality of his. I’d like to think he got that from me, but I’m not so sure. I do know that properly motivated I have done lots of things physically I didn’t realize I could do. So maybe just maybe he got some of his warrior spirit from me. Ah, who knows? But what I do know or rather believe is that my little buddy is a warrior, who has many years to go before
he reaches his full potential. I guess that’s part of my job to see that he can reach his potential. Well that’s it for me.

This is the video that made me want to learn how to rotoscope.

The other day when I was helping to stimulate the economy in my own way by paying way to damn much at the gas station. While I was pumping ( no comments please) and looking around because there isn’t much else to do really. I for once took notice of something that though it seemed appropriate at one point all of a sudden made absolutely no sense at all. I mean come on who the hell do they think they are fooling anyway. You see while I was looking around I came upon this hard plastic box connected to one of the pillars that hold up the shelter in which you stand underneath while pumping. Inside this plastic box is a fire extinguisher. Now you’re thinking, what so nuts about that? The fact is this. “IF” you happen to be at the gas station and witnessed a fire starting, know that there are gas fumes EVERYWHERE. (You’re at a gas station remember) And knowing that it isn’t REALLY the fuel that burns but the fumes that the gas puts off. Now, here is lies the insanity of it all.You’re at the pump, and let’s assume that some knuckle head decides to through a cigarette out of his window as he pulls up to the pump. Moments before it falls into a pool of gas that some little old lady left because she was topping off her tank which they always tell you not to do, but we all seem to do it anyway. The pool of gas bursts into flames. Now what do you do? Does your average person grab the fire extinguisher, NO! He runs like hell because, why? Because if you have ever seen any movie where there is a gas station fire the stuff goes up like a mini atomic bomb. The first thing you would have to do is get over the shock that there is a fire. Secondly you have to remember that you are in a gas station. Then you have to remember because you’re in a gas station that that little tiny fire extinguisher could barely put out an oven fire.So what do you do, RUN that’s what you do. Either that or you jump in your car, move like a bat out of hell (Becomes it is on it’s way). You’re half way down the road you look in your review mirror and see Hiroshima happening at your local Circle K. But it doesn’t stop there. You happen to notice that your car is on fire. Why because in your haste to leave and say the hell with the fire extinguisher you left the nozzle in your tank. Now the hose is “designed” to break away in the even there is a sudden drive off. But in doing so it has managed to trickle out some fuel that of course is ignited because of the that damn cigarette. Now the fuel in your car if leaking out and it’s just moments before the whole thing goes up and…….BOOM!Ciao