Yes, children of doom, its time again for ADVENTURES WITH IKA, this time featuring at least 23% more swords and 15% less ennui!
See, tonight me and my friend George decided to go train at the traning room thing up at the University of Pittsburghlandia, which we usually had no problem doing on Wednesday nights before. Wrong. New semester, new classes, and now there are like 81 little Tai-Kwon-Do kiddies in there. Weak. Thus, a bunch of doughy guys and dumb girls get to use the room instead of us. So I heard that in the new 81 jillion dollar athletic complex they built there was a training room, so we decided to try there. After wandering around the big stupid paean to wasting tax money we finally just asked a security guard where the stupid thing was, and he replied that it was for classes only, and that individuals couldn't use it. At this time I had not one but TWO swords strapped to my side and it was all I could do to not smite his bleached-blond head into the next life. Thus, no training tonight or any Wednesdays for the next few months. Violence shall be rained upon their worthless selves, them being those who oppose me.
On a more positive note, I got my Gamera shirts in the mail today. Thus, nobody shall be able to equal my coolness in T-shirt type apparel anymore. Ever. Its GAMERA, for crying out loud. Now if only that Manowar Battle Hymns shirt would come...life would be sweet indeed!
See, tonight me and my friend George decided to go train at the traning room thing up at the University of Pittsburghlandia, which we usually had no problem doing on Wednesday nights before. Wrong. New semester, new classes, and now there are like 81 little Tai-Kwon-Do kiddies in there. Weak. Thus, a bunch of doughy guys and dumb girls get to use the room instead of us. So I heard that in the new 81 jillion dollar athletic complex they built there was a training room, so we decided to try there. After wandering around the big stupid paean to wasting tax money we finally just asked a security guard where the stupid thing was, and he replied that it was for classes only, and that individuals couldn't use it. At this time I had not one but TWO swords strapped to my side and it was all I could do to not smite his bleached-blond head into the next life. Thus, no training tonight or any Wednesdays for the next few months. Violence shall be rained upon their worthless selves, them being those who oppose me.
On a more positive note, I got my Gamera shirts in the mail today. Thus, nobody shall be able to equal my coolness in T-shirt type apparel anymore. Ever. Its GAMERA, for crying out loud. Now if only that Manowar Battle Hymns shirt would come...life would be sweet indeed!
i think it best to stick to your Ninja Face Rip of Doom in cases like this.
Gamera kicks ass.
[Edited on Jan 15, 2003]