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redfiona99So, for reasons I am not at liberty to discuss, I spent last week producing protein for someone else. He finally coughed up his protocol which I followed to the letter. And guess what, it didn't work. Not a major problem, because I'm 9/10th certain I know where it went wrong, but it's very annoying when you're in work most of Good Friday doing something that didn't work.
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Dear clothing retailers of Great Britain, a word please about your ladies shorts.
This message comes from someone with no major bodily hang ups. I am not ashamed of my derrière. In the parlance of our times, I have an ass like that.
That being said, I like to have control over when I flash my flesh, so if you could find a way of designing shorts that don't lead to automatic under-cheek flashing, I'd be obliged. I mean, I realise this may be hard for you to grasp but some of us want to wear shorts to walk about in in the hot weather. Some of us even wear shorts while doing such excessively energetic things like our weekly shopping. We'd like to do that without everyone getting an eyeful of all that we've got. Why do all of your shorts make this simple task impossible?
Yours sincerely,
Red Fiona, who would like to not be an obligate cross-dresser in the field of shorts.
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Fencing
Admittedly, I have something of a home field advantage on this anyway, but how much do I love it when there's a competition where women's foil check-in only closes at 11.
So I arrived in time, having been fed and watered and was able to stretch properly, deal with the muscle problem that presented itself, and be psychologically ready for my poule matches.
First poule went a bit wrong. Got beaten by a couple of decent ex-cadets, both Frenchies (one, the left hander, 4-3 on time) and by someone who was just more awkward than me. I will get her next time. I beat another fencer for the first time ever (the score is like 1 - 16 to her atm) because I've finally found her tell for when she's about to attack.
When the poules got collated, I was last in my poule, and 62nd overall. The final entry of 69 meant I had to fight to stay in the top 64, which I did, winning 15-5, I'm still a bit miffed about giving away her forth point, I totally messed up my parry and let her through.
Anyway, I then had to fence into the top 32, which I failed somewhat miserably at, losing 15-0 to the last of the Viking beserkers, and no I'm not exaggerating about this lady given that she was a Swedish veteran with killer footwork whose fencing style can be best described as an overgrown teenage sabreur. To the extent that the bruise I got made one person swear I had to be an epeeist because you can't get bruises like that from foil.
That meant that I finished 62nd over all, sadly not within the points. The competition was definitely worth going to, with a high class field, and I now know what I need to work on. The usual problem hit, where I can definitely beat the people I'm better than, matches against the people I'm about the same level as depend on how we're both fencing and I just can't seem to even get hits on the people better than me. Most frustrating.
Other than that some points of contention:
Oi Mr. F. The difference between encouraging your sons to fulfill their potential and emotional abuse is when I can hear you haranguing your son from the other end of the building. Again. There's nothing like fencing parents to make me glad I was never a cadet.
I wish they'd ban two pin socket foils. They're always breaking, giving obscure white lights or having the body wire fall out.
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Dear clothing retailers of Great Britain, a word please about your ladies shorts.
This message comes from someone with no major bodily hang ups. I am not ashamed of my derrière. In the parlance of our times, I have an ass like that.
That being said, I like to have control over when I flash my flesh, so if you could find a way of designing shorts that don't lead to automatic under-cheek flashing, I'd be obliged. I mean, I realise this may be hard for you to grasp but some of us want to wear shorts to walk about in in the hot weather. Some of us even wear shorts while doing such excessively energetic things like our weekly shopping. We'd like to do that without everyone getting an eyeful of all that we've got. Why do all of your shorts make this simple task impossible?
Yours sincerely,
Red Fiona, who would like to not be an obligate cross-dresser in the field of shorts.
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Fencing
Admittedly, I have something of a home field advantage on this anyway, but how much do I love it when there's a competition where women's foil check-in only closes at 11.
So I arrived in time, having been fed and watered and was able to stretch properly, deal with the muscle problem that presented itself, and be psychologically ready for my poule matches.
First poule went a bit wrong. Got beaten by a couple of decent ex-cadets, both Frenchies (one, the left hander, 4-3 on time) and by someone who was just more awkward than me. I will get her next time. I beat another fencer for the first time ever (the score is like 1 - 16 to her atm) because I've finally found her tell for when she's about to attack.
When the poules got collated, I was last in my poule, and 62nd overall. The final entry of 69 meant I had to fight to stay in the top 64, which I did, winning 15-5, I'm still a bit miffed about giving away her forth point, I totally messed up my parry and let her through.
Anyway, I then had to fence into the top 32, which I failed somewhat miserably at, losing 15-0 to the last of the Viking beserkers, and no I'm not exaggerating about this lady given that she was a Swedish veteran with killer footwork whose fencing style can be best described as an overgrown teenage sabreur. To the extent that the bruise I got made one person swear I had to be an epeeist because you can't get bruises like that from foil.
That meant that I finished 62nd over all, sadly not within the points. The competition was definitely worth going to, with a high class field, and I now know what I need to work on. The usual problem hit, where I can definitely beat the people I'm better than, matches against the people I'm about the same level as depend on how we're both fencing and I just can't seem to even get hits on the people better than me. Most frustrating.
Other than that some points of contention:
Oi Mr. F. The difference between encouraging your sons to fulfill their potential and emotional abuse is when I can hear you haranguing your son from the other end of the building. Again. There's nothing like fencing parents to make me glad I was never a cadet.
I wish they'd ban two pin socket foils. They're always breaking, giving obscure white lights or having the body wire fall out.
