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So, I haven’t updated in a while.  Why?  I guess I haven’t had a whole lot to say.  Since captain webmaster has updated wordpress (by my request mind you) I haven’t been able to upload pictures.  Why would this ever mean that I would be more hesitant to post for you?  Well, every time I pour a really nice latte, draw you some ugly picture with awful proportions, or find a picture of myself on the internets that makes a fool out of me, I can’t post it for you.  I found a temporary fix for such a thing with…..  Flickr.  I’ll just toss the picture in from there, because I can still totally do that.  Whats this mean for you?  Most consitant posting maybe?  Probably not, but we can hope.  How are things?  Things are well, thanks for asking.  Whats new?  Not very much at all, working hard.  Any projects on the horizon?  Its going to be a fun summer, thats all I’ve got to say!  Stay tuned pweeese.

~Me

Because You Told Me To

This is the “full monty” write up of Atlanta. I was going to do bits and pieces, but Trovar wanted a write up days ago. So here it is. Hmmmmm, chronological order or by subject? We’ll just see where things go. Subject I think…
The Fencing…
Well, I remember walking in the Venue for the first time with Trovar the day prior to the event to get body cords checked. It was huge. I was very impressed with the scale at which I would be fencing. I was greeted by Dan the man, who happily checked our cords and masks. Then we looked around the venue. I skipped around on the strips, as it was the first time I would be fencing on National strips. They were…. much much better than wooden floors, but I imagine much more expensive. The next day there was fencing.
Okay, so Mens Div III Epee. Honestly, when the venue was filled with fencers, I was a little less impressed by the size of things. I mean, we had like 120 fencers. I figure, during a closed open, there are at least 15 epee fencers who can beat me, at least 10 of them are rated D or below. So with all the good fencers out there, I was just a little surprised it seemed as small as it did. Okay! On to my Pool! Well, no Trovar fencing, he coached me all day. It was very helpful to have someone help me, otherwise I would have been really lost. But yes, my pool… Pei was probably the best fencer in my pool. This little 5′ 6” Chinese kid who had a serious toe touch thing going on. He kicked… everyone’s ass. I got my ass truly kicked, loosing all but 2 bouts. Then I waited for my DE, and was subsequently wasted by whatever seed I was up against. It was pretty bad. Oh yeah, and Tristan finished in 5th place, leaving high standards for the rest of the weekend.

Day Two, me and Trovar fencing Div III foil. So basically, the same thing. I went through pools, got destroyed, and went onto my DE. By my DE, I was starting to realize I wasn’t being out skilled, I was being out-thought. Enter Pwnage mentality. So, second period, I’m down like 7-12. Time for some of that aforementioned pwnage. Boom, malaria, just like that, the score is 9 -12, 10-13, 13-14, and then….. Well, I ended up losing 13-15, but it was a valiant loss. I scored 6 to his 3. I was reasonably happy with that, but I would have been happier to go on. Er, I should mention that Trovar sorta pwned and landed 2nd place, earning his C07.
Day 3, I didn’t fence. This was Div II foil. Trovar was knocked out after his second (I think?) DE, we made an early night of things, and for future reference, this was when we saw Yu Chan at dinner.
Day 4, Div II Epee. I was ready, ready to lay down the hurt. Not really hurt, but I was ready to win some bouts. I finally had the mindset. I was geared up for it. So there we went. Pools, I was 3 and 3, and oh snap, I was being out skilled, unlike in div III. Aside from out skilled, I was out… talled. Div II Epee fencers are freaking huge. My first DE… Oh yeah, pwned again. There was nothing for it. There could be an argument that I was ready for Div III epee. I mean, had I known what the hell I was doing, I could have done well. Er, back to Div II epee. Yeah… Not ready. I was destroyed again, but by people that we’re generally friendly. After I lost my DE, I went straight to the bathroom to cry. After I came out, someone I knew told me not to feel bad. And there is more to what I was about to say, but I changed my mind about it. Moral of the story there is that when you lose, you shouldn’t cry. The other moral, don’t tell people that no one expected better. Proverb of the tournament. There is more than one way to cut an onion (Chinese) Also, when you’re running a race, sometimes its better to just walk away and join your friends at the concession stand (not a proverb, but its from something I read last night that made a lot of sense to me). Speaking of such things, Connie, you lost the game, and same with whoever else is reading this. Oh, and Trovar totally came in 3rd and earned (actually EARNED for realz) his B07. You should probably congratulate him or something, its not exactly an easy task. Did I learn anything? Not as much as I didn’t learn, and not as fast as I should have. Yes, I learned.
FOOD!
Yes, a section just for food. This will be short and delicious.
DAY 1, Golden Buda
Awesome Awesome Awesome teh bestzorz. This would set the mark for food in Atlanta. I had sesame chicken, and it was amazing. Trovar had pad-see-me, a Pad-Thai ish plate. He seemed to like it. Service was great, and I loved the appearance of the restaurant. Clean and cozy, it was all great.
Day 2! Moe’s Mexican Grill
Perhaps the greatest Mexican chain in the south. Its the best chain food I’ve encountered. I had a burrito called a home wreaker. It was served with freshly fried tortilla chips with fresh salsa available. I had a choice of chicken or beef. It also had beans, salsa, sour cream, guacamole, and probably more, all on a flour tortilla. Very wonderful.
DAY 3! The Prime Meridian
Whoa…. Whoa, clean, crisp, white table cloth, which bottled water do you prefer? Seriously upscale for what I usually do, but it was a really nice treat. Trovar had… Prons? I think it was prons or some seafood dish. I’m sure he liked it. Tristan had the rib eye (grizzly, which I could have told him it would have been) I can’t recall what John had, but I remember him enjoying it. I figured why not go all out and get the tenderloin. I think I probably enjoyed my meal more than anyone else. It was supurb, in every way. Er, the aspargas we’re just a touch over done, but it wasn’t remarkable. All in all, a very good meal.
DAY 4! GOLDEN BUDDA REDEUX!
Yes, we did it again, and it was fantastic. Really fantastic. I had… the same thing, and I don’t regret it. It was very good. Thats where we saw the girl from florida fencing club eating alone. She was sitting alone at a table at any rate. John suggested inviting her to eat with us. Me and Trovar were all for it, but Tristan was not interested T_T. I made the decision to ask her out to dinner the next night, but thoes plans flopped anyway.
FINAL DAY! GOLDEN BUDDAAAAAAA!
I think you get the idea, the food was good, cheap, and the guy who served us all three nights was really nice. We got some bagel roles (smoked salmon, cream cheese, avavado nori and rice) and they we’re pretty good. The nori was a little on the… chewy side. All in all, another wonderfull meal of sesame chicken (yes, it was have-it-all-three-nights good).
Random notes.

Drive by laughing
After eating a wondefull meal at le Golden Budda with le famillia Strouse and Trovar, Tristan decided to do something stupid. He decided to play leap frog with a cement pillar. He darn near cleared it too, but he hit his crotch on the very edge and fell forward. Aside from the damage to his crotch and nearly running headlong into a stone wall, people saw… People in pimped out Escalades. It had spinners, extra shiney things, the works. Then the window comes down and this guy who lookes an awefull lot like X-ibit stuck his head out and started screaming. “I saw that!” and proceded to laugh his ass right off. It was one of the funnier moments on our trip.
Paper Airplanes
We wish they would fly better off 13th story balconies, but they just don’t. Trovars first plane made it as far as… the balcony one story down. At least the cookie I threw made it across the street into Olympic park.
Cookies and Balconies
I don’t plan on explaining, but it was a delicious experiment, and we when we went to recover aforementioned cookie, it was missing.
Girls You Don’t Know From Clubs You’ve Never Heard Of
No matter how nervous you are, ask them out anyway. At least if you planned to, follow through with it, or you will regret it, its only a girl after all…. who’s trained with swords…..
Sorry Yu Chan, I failed not only you, but myself as well.

Bad Day? You Be The Judge

Alright, tonight is February 11th, the night of the seacoast mixed Foil E and mixed Epee E. First things first; Jamie, you need to get back from the mall, like soon. Andrew, you really, really suck, congratulations on doing so well. Danielle, Good job overall and congratulations a hundred times over for making it into round 2 of epee. Jamie, sorry about your car, that sucks big time. Um, Ian… I dunno.
So, I was the first arrival at SFC today. I was proceeded by Danielle and her father. I changed, went into the now finished basement and ran around for a few minutes. I stretched and registered for my first event, foil. I have been looking forward to fencing this tournament (for the epee) for roughly 2 months. When pools began, I though I was doomed. I came from my poor mind state to win the pool, undefeated. I was very thrilled at this. I continues to make 7th out of 23 fencers for the day. The absolute best I’ve ever done in a foil tournament. Dancing in my pants at this point.
So Epee started. No a bad pool, a few toughies. I lost one bout in my epee pool, again, dancing in my pants. During the break between round one and two, Andrew asked to practice with me. He is an absolutely stellar foilist, he just doesn’t fence epee much. I taught him the tiny beat attack and a few other epee tricks. Basically 5 minute epee for dummies. I improved ten-fold almost instantly. I have to say I was impressed with his progress. They called out the pools for the second round. I was about to regret giving him so much advice. He was my first bout, and I lost 4 to 5. I was devastated. This was his 3rd epee tournament. I’ve been fencing epee for 2 years. I continued to loose all but one bout. Funny enough, the one kid I beat dropped out after our bout. I his a ganglion on his wrist. It hurt a lot apparently. Now note that this wasn’t because I drilled my tip into his arm, ganglions are very sensitive. Any who, I did terrible in epee, my place is unknown (to 11th, maybe 10th?).
Okay, I did bad. What happens when you do bad at a tournament? Chris walk over to discuss how badly you did, to make you feel really, really stupid. After all that I went to Dunkin’ Donuts to get Jamie a diet pepsi. I got back and helped her fix a few epees. I asked if anyone wanted to go to Chili’s for dinner with me. I really didn’t want to go alone, but I wanted to go out for dinner, I was pissed. No one wanted to go. Danielle came back shortly before I decided to leave. She came over to talk with us sea coasters. Andrew, the genius that he is, asked Danielle if she was hungry. I knew that was going to be stupid. She answered yes. He smiled and asked if she wanted to go to Chili’s with me. At this point I’m looking at Andrew with a quizzical, pissed off look. She responded with an “um, no, I have to go back, mumble mumble, something about her siblings”. At this point I feel like Charlie Brown. I know Danielle doesn’t want to go to Chili’s with me, why do we have to have an Andrew to emphasize that? Anyway, bad night.
I decided to go to Fridays alone instead. Hour wait, screw that. Next door to the longhorn, two hours, and I don’t like the longhorn. I pack into my car and call both chili’s locations that I know. 45 minutes and an hour and a half. See, if someone was coming with me, I could have booked the table and it would have been ready for us. But no, not worth it for just me. Waiting 10-20 minutes with a friend, not bad, maybe fun. Waiting alone, this is me mind you, in a crowded restaurant, very bad. So I went to Barn’s and Noble for a coffee and a book to get me through the worst holiday ever created. No parking. Determined to get in there and get myself… well, you cant really get wasted on coffee can you? Anyway, I park at the 99 Restaurant and walk. I walk in and wait in the 10 minute line for coffee. At this point, I feel like I’ve had the worst day in months. One grande blended vanilla cream, no make it a vente’ with lots of whipped cream. I shell out my five buck and wait for my drink. I am watching the lady make it. She meticulously measured everything going into my cup, and throws it all in the blender. There was already about ¾ of a cup of ice already in the blender. Buzzes the stupid thing FOREVER. I get an icy mush that is too thick to drink through the straw. Okay, after 10 minutes of fruitless sucking on the straw, I toss it. I jet out of there and make it home. Now I’m writing this post to tell you all about my bad day. Questions? Comments? Have a bad day yourself? Leave a comment. But seeing as I’ve had 0 comments on 19 posts, I’m not getting my hopes up for comments. Anyway, I hope to hear from you all eventually, and as always, thanks for reading! 🙂

Post 18 or Something

So, in this order:
Victoria Sox, thank you sooooo much for the rocky rhode (road, whatever however), it is absolutely unbelievable, not that you didn’t already know that, but man! Oh, so as soon as I weasel the recipe out of you, its going into the cookbook, which will be made not until I have some people who visit on a pseudo-regular basis.
Danielle, I’m sorry. That’s it. I’m sorry for being a complete ass since portland, I just have issues saying it. On top of that I’m sorry I could not come to tell you something so simple.
Jamie, don’t worry, I’ll do it monday, probably. Anyway, now that thats going to be over… I dunno, may all your screwdrivers be Harvey Wallbangers?
Cole, your welcome for the bread, it okay. Yes, I’m going to bring alex bread, I just dont know yet. By the way, get better, because your making EVERYBODY sick.
Andrew, I like the enthusiasm, but man, maybe a bit too much. Oh, and we need “Cole made me sick!” Jackets.

If I missed anyone or any event, let me know! Oh, and ROCK ON FEB. 11TH AT SEACOAST! Tell me if your going, and for which events!

Anyone Listening?

Well, time for a new post. Lets start with this. Tom just achieved an A rank in epee. I’m absolutely proud of him. Less than a year ago he was unrated in epee. Hell, he’s hardly been fencing epee for a year. Am I bitter because I’ve been fencing epee for 2 years and am currently unclassified? No way, that would be wrong. I have the 11th to hope for. Its an E tournament. The reason I always suck at tournament is because I always do D to open rated tournaments. That and I have no one coaching me. I learned the value of coaching at tournaments when Jamie saved me from what could have possibly been the MOST embarrassing loss ever in Portland. So, no, I am nothing but happy for Tom, but to steal a line from a fellow fencer “when did Tom get that good?”. Not that he isn’t, he just got really good really fast, and lefty, he got lefty fast. I know, he’s always been a lefty, but that’s not the point, that’s not all this post is about.

So, I got my haircut today at Michael’s school of hair design and esthetics. Am I thrilled with my 6 dollar haircut? Let me put it this way, I’m ready to find other people who are as pissed off as I am and start a class action suit. You cant tell me your now out there. I mean, honestly, my hairdresser cut some of her hair and didn’t realize it until she saw a BIG chunk of brown in my sweepings. Regardless, I’m never exposing my head in public again. It was bad, very bad.

Moving right along, I seem less congested today than I was before. This doesn’t mean Cole’s off the hook. I still say he’s a big meanie for defecting his cold/cough unto myself. He says it’s from Steph from the JO’s, but that was months ago. That’s right Cole, even though you got bread, your still on the bottom of my list for people to hang around if you wish to stay healthy for another 5 minutes. If you want to know where you are on this list, e-mail me and I will let you know. Unfortunately I can not make it public, as that is an invasion of personal something or other. Of course the actual list exists, I made it myself… this morning.

So that’s about it for right now. If you have anything you would like to add, TELL ME. I still have had no comments and no e-mail from patrons. It’s so easy to make comments, and e-mails are even less committal, honestly. I just don’t get why I’m blogging everything if no one out there is telling me what they think. No, IM’s don’t really count. Feel free to IM me about it, but common, just do this for me, please?

People Who Wan’t Your Money

And in my opionion, perhaps deserve it.  I know it sounds bad, but think about it.  These are the people who I think can really benefit from contributions.  No I’m not getting any money from any donation you make.  Well, you may ask yourself, why on earth are you advertise for charities?  Well, here’s my standpoint.  I don’t come from a family with alot of money.  Well, my oldest sister is another story, but I’m not the one walking around with daddy plastic, thats for sure.  Hell, I work for money, and have for a while.  I fence, that doesnt make me rich.  On the contrary, it sucks more money than anything from me.  I do it because I have to.  But back on the topic, I’m doing this because I’m the type of person who can benefit from these organizaions.  And not only me, much of this country is way less privlaged than I am.  So here is it, my list of thoes who should recieve.  Hell, If I made more money, they’d be getting it.

My number one recomendation for you donations is for underprivlidged kids who want to cook.  It was created by one of my favourite chefs, Jamie Oliver.  I’ve looked into the foundation and seen it work.  On his forums you can talk to some of the people fifteen has helped.  Its called the fifteen foundation because fifteen kids are taken to be tought how to make cooking fun and interesting so they can make it a choice for life.  I urge you to vistit even just to look. 

www.fifteenfoundation.org.uk

 

For now this is it, but I will keep adding more.  Remember, i want to hear about you charity and donations. 

I Hate My Doctor

So I went to my doctor today to get my cholesterol checked. I brought up that I haven’t been sleeping well since middle school. He said I was depressed. I told him I had problems getting up in the morning for work because I have a restless mind. He told me I needed to diet and exercise. I told him I exercise 3 or 4 times a week or 2 hours or more and have changed my diet for the last month or so. He told me he wanted to see me at 168. I told him that at 232, there was no way that was going to happen anytime soon. He told me not to starve or hurt myself. I asked him if 168 would be cutting into my muscle mass, in an unhealthy way. He told me he wanted to see me in 2 months to see if I was coming on to that 168 number he liked so much. I turned to leave. He told me if I felt like hurting myself to call him, and exercize more. I walked out the door. I so wanted to take the words of Foamy to his doorstep. These will be omited for reasons of… well, ther’re not very nice. Needless to say, I’m now looking for a new doctor that doesn’t suck so bad.

My all your appointments involve medication

Well, Time For Some Things About Me

Well time to say some things about me. As you all know, I’m Ethan. I’ve been running MistakenExperience for about 4 days now, thanks to Jamie of Madowl. Well, factoid 1: I’m a fencer. I’m a fencing freak. I don’t just like it a bit. I really love to fence. I have been fencing for almost three years at Seacoast Fencing Club under the choachship of Chris Pullo and Bugsy Rabitore. Alright, his first name is not Bugsy, I forget what it really is. All I know is that every one I know, he and myself included, refer to him as Bugsy. Bugsy really my coach as he gives me all my private lessons. I have been fencing epee for two years now and foil for about three. I’ve been taking private lessons for epee for about 3 months. I am unrated for all weapons that I fence (foil and epee), but don’t think that discourages me. Well, It does, but who cares. I have no problem fencing club mates at all, but when I get to tournaments, it just doesn’t seem to work. I went to Portland Saturday with Jamie and came to a bit of a conclusion. I play my opponent game. I just sit there until they hit me and use their methods against them. I don’t play with distance unless they do. I don’t use fleches unless they do. I don’t use binds unless they do. This is why I can fence better against club mates than other fencers. I feel comfortable playing my own game against club members. I realized during my first direct elimination bout in epee on Saturday how this all works. I was fencing a novice epeeist, a saberist to be honest. At the end of the first 3 minute period, the score was ties at 11. Jamie came over to me during my one minute break to coach me.

“Are you playing with distance?”

“No.”

“Why?”
“I don’t know, I never thought to.”

“Are you playing your game or his game?”

“His game.” At this point I was frowning to myself.

“Well, play your game.”

After the one minute break ended and we tested bells, I didn’t let him score another touch. 11-15 Final. I have mostly Jamie to thank for that, but I wont tell if you wont.

So that’s me and fencing right now. My other biggest hobby is paintball. I’m much better at paintball than I am at fencing. I’ve been playing for 10 years now and absolutely seriously for about 3 years. My first gun was a wall-mart special Orion. Not bad for a start. I think I was maybe 14 when I got it. It broke after 2 seasons. After that I bought a JT accelerator 5. An electronic marker. It was a big step up from my wall mart gun. new they go for a bit under $200. Well, they did then, now they can be found for $99. It lasts another 2 seasons. I traded it for an abused auto cocker. I had endless issues with it, so I converted it with a CCM pump kit. After that it was reliable as anything, and it helped to hone my skills. Now I have a truly awesome mini-mag. Warp Feed, Benchmark double trigger, 12″ all american, custom folding grip, and grand-daddy of them all, an Air America 114 cu. 3000psi adjustable output big, tank. It’s big, really big, but I love it. Right now I’m saving the cocker and putting on a kapp reflex frame, CCM front end, and maybe a turtle conversion. Paintball is my friend. If you have any questions about the sport at all, safety, advice, marker issues, feel free to PM/email me.

Finally, I love to write. I have always been an advocate of creative writing and expressive imagination. I like to write about my life experiences. Other times ideas are just born from my head dieing to be put on paper. I have issues sleeping at night, which is, for me, prime time to get some writing done. My biggest issue in writing is spelling and typing. I can do neither very well. My dyslexia is apparent but not likely to blame. Spelling errors bug me even though I make them so often. my biggest tick is finding them in things like Harry Potter. It make me feel a bit better about my ability to spell, but writing words can be hard for me. Thankfully, i can almost always read my own scribble. If you want to read more of my writing, just hold on, there is so much more to come.

Anyway, I think this is plenty about my hobbies for one post. I hope you have found yourself intrigued about something. It doesn’t have to be about me. God I hope it isn’t. Well, actually it wont bother me, just don’t stalk me. Anyway, with a cholesterol test in the morning I need to get to sleep, because I cant eat from 8pm (hour and a half ago) until after my appointment at 9:30 tomorrow, and I’m getting hungry. Oh, and I like cooking. 🙂