From the Lion's Mouth...
***Social blogging.... ick...****

- Domo, Wolf Pup. On the subject of Dreams: Read this comic.
- Kyashi-san, it looks like you need Nippless... [scroll down a bit] I would have left you a note, but opendiary's re-poster is malfunctioning. Glad you're feeling good.
- Niiiiiiice gun you're getting there, Icchan. Heh. ; )
- Murray... needless to say, I know how you feel. I'm an emotional transient right now, too. Let's redefine ourselves, okay?

On that note, an interesting thing happened to me this morning. I was walking down the street to class and I passed a familiar face. I was a little taken by surprise because I didn't know the guy very well, it just so happened that I'd sparred with him in Jeet Kune Do last night. I have Jeet Kune Do once a week for one hour. It's kind of a small class, an exclusive engagement, but we don't have a lot of time to socialize or get to know each other because we're busy doing drills. So here's this guy, and I don't know his name; the only connection I have to him and he to me is the twenty minutes we spent throwing each other around last night. That, and the mat burns on my elbows. I just glanced his way and he didn't even look back. I thought, this man doesn't know me, he doesn't know who I am, he knows what my body feels like and with how much impact I hit the ground, and he can appreciate me for only that. Then a though popped into my head, and I haven't been able to get it out since:

The first rule of Fight Club is... you don't talk about Fight Club.
I walked the rest of the way to class grinning like a fool.

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Prepare for the extensive, non-social post to come. I've been waiting to brain dump all day.

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Creative, ne?

To be continued.....