2005-11-18 - 2:06 p.m.

No Worries . . .

So I went to fencing practice last night, and I got to fight and teach.

At the end of practice, I started fiddling with Seamus' great sword--who had brought it over for us to see--and getting a feel of how heavy and/or balanced it was. (The great sword, not Seamus.)

That's when someone who fights heavy and comes to our Thursday rapier practice told me:

"Oh, no belfebe! You are not to invade the heavy field! I want you to stay in the light side!"

That cracked me up.

I am sweet and innocent and defenseless.

No worries anyone, right?

Right.

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