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In my dream, I think I was myself with some Naruto style ninja training. I had met up with Kakashi and his team on the road and discovered we were heading to the same place which was a huge house with rooms for all the ninja and, for some reason, my brothers and their families. I was old friends with Kakashi so when Tsunade confronted us in the main room of the house and accused me of some crime before siccing all the ninja on me, Kakashi hesitated and didn't fight at his best. This was good since I was busy fending off all the konoha ninjas. The fight went on for quite awhile and my only clear memories of it are being surrounded by Naruto's shadow clones for a bit, and also fighting two of the Hyuugas. Kakashi was trying to talk sense into Tsunade while fighting and I eventually pulled out of the fight completely. There was a table in the centre of the room that hadn't been destroyed so I pretended to hide there while really I switched places with Chouji who was happily eating chips down there. I left a shadow clone in Chouji's place and pretended to be one of Naruto's clones, which worked surprisingly well. When Tsunade and others finally did concede that it would have been impossible for me to do what they thought they were left with a bewildered Chouji under the table and one Naruto clone laughing his arse off *grin* My dream skips then, and I remember staying in one of the many rooms in the building. Over a couple of days I watched out the window while Rita's ex-husband (from Dexter) had custody visits with his kids. This had something to do with the crime I was accused of, but I don't know what. The ninja were very suspicious that I'd noticed the meetings in the first place, but as I angrily pointed out, they were happening right outside my window. About then I woke up.
Last night was bujinkan. We did some ukemi at the beginning, mostly rolling to avoid swords and stuff. I didn't enjoy that much since the muscle in my thigh was acting up again (hopefully resting two days will be enough cause there's a seminar on Sat.) which makes standing up after rolling painful. We then did a sort of continuation of Monday's class with stepping to avoid things, though this time it was your attacker grabbing you and trying to punch you. My partner was a bit of an ass - the more frustrated he got about his own techniques, the more likely he was to do something stupid like throw an extra punch or try to kick you just to disrupt your own technique. I hate it when guys do that cause you learn nothing, and the whole point is to practice that particular movement or technique so when they mess it up just to prove to themselves they can still "beat you"... *growl* At one point I had him down on the ground with one knee on his arm and a forearm across his throat and I muttered, "You're not going anywhere." which was just me confirming to myself that even if he did try to kick or punch with his free hand, I had a number of things I could do to subdue him. He took massive offence and went into this long rant about how he hadn't been that helpless and was just pretending to help my training *rolls eyes* so I cut him off by telling him I'd been talking to myself. Men and testosterone, eh?
Some of the techniques were pretty hard for the guy simply because I'm a 'gumby' as Jack likes to say, ie, massively flexible in certain areas. In this case, it was my wrists which don't lock for these sorts of throws. Jack demonstrated to the class how to get around that by simply not doing the wrist thing and punching me in the face. After that, we switched to short ropes (about three feet long with doubled up ends) as our weapons. You hold them, bunched up a certain way in your hand so that you can drop, throw, or launch them at someone. We were basically doing the same technique only with the rope which I knew intellectually, but only got to work about one times out of two (and then not at all since my frustrated partner started blocking me completely *rolls eyes*). I got my partner to consider that you do the same thing no matter what happens with the rope and it sort of worked, but he wanted the ultimate technique which would work every time and there isn't one since people are different and punch different etc. etc.
I've been working on editing my book, though it seems I've really started adding in more exposition in the beginning. I have a tendency to write exposition into the beginning of a chapter, then let it go from there until the next chapter when I add a bit more exposition. Not that I don't put exposition in between as needed, but the exposition at the beginning of chapters is always to set the scene.
Last night was bujinkan. We did some ukemi at the beginning, mostly rolling to avoid swords and stuff. I didn't enjoy that much since the muscle in my thigh was acting up again (hopefully resting two days will be enough cause there's a seminar on Sat.) which makes standing up after rolling painful. We then did a sort of continuation of Monday's class with stepping to avoid things, though this time it was your attacker grabbing you and trying to punch you. My partner was a bit of an ass - the more frustrated he got about his own techniques, the more likely he was to do something stupid like throw an extra punch or try to kick you just to disrupt your own technique. I hate it when guys do that cause you learn nothing, and the whole point is to practice that particular movement or technique so when they mess it up just to prove to themselves they can still "beat you"... *growl* At one point I had him down on the ground with one knee on his arm and a forearm across his throat and I muttered, "You're not going anywhere." which was just me confirming to myself that even if he did try to kick or punch with his free hand, I had a number of things I could do to subdue him. He took massive offence and went into this long rant about how he hadn't been that helpless and was just pretending to help my training *rolls eyes* so I cut him off by telling him I'd been talking to myself. Men and testosterone, eh?
Some of the techniques were pretty hard for the guy simply because I'm a 'gumby' as Jack likes to say, ie, massively flexible in certain areas. In this case, it was my wrists which don't lock for these sorts of throws. Jack demonstrated to the class how to get around that by simply not doing the wrist thing and punching me in the face. After that, we switched to short ropes (about three feet long with doubled up ends) as our weapons. You hold them, bunched up a certain way in your hand so that you can drop, throw, or launch them at someone. We were basically doing the same technique only with the rope which I knew intellectually, but only got to work about one times out of two (and then not at all since my frustrated partner started blocking me completely *rolls eyes*). I got my partner to consider that you do the same thing no matter what happens with the rope and it sort of worked, but he wanted the ultimate technique which would work every time and there isn't one since people are different and punch different etc. etc.
I've been working on editing my book, though it seems I've really started adding in more exposition in the beginning. I have a tendency to write exposition into the beginning of a chapter, then let it go from there until the next chapter when I add a bit more exposition. Not that I don't put exposition in between as needed, but the exposition at the beginning of chapters is always to set the scene.
