MAY 8, 2007
EVERYBODY WAS KUNG FU FIGHTING
It's amazing, ya know? What you ask? I'm gonna tell you. You know how when you're in school and you're being a smarty pants and you ask your teacher why the heck you need to learn all this garbage? I mean, it's not like you're gonna need to use the quadratic equation in the "real world."
Seriously, when was the last time you needed to know the difference between an isosceles and an acute triangle? Never.
However, you would be mistaken if you thought that everything you learned in school was a waste.
Our karate lessons in third grade would finally prove to be of value some 25 years later. Actually, we didn't learn that in school. Disregard what I said before about being mistaken if you thought everything you learned in school was a waste.
Anyhoo, Evan and I met our character Elle Bennett, of the famed Kung Fu Femmes and we're blown away at how quickly our abilities returned to us. It was like riding a bike. I couldn't help but kvel (Yiddish – look it up) while watching Evan perform round-house kicks with ease. I'm sure he felt the same when watching me tumble.
Elle taught us how to use all sorts of weapons such as a whole bunch I can't remember and if I can I can't pronounce. And if I could pronounce, I certainly couldn't spell. BUT, I could use them like nobody's business.
Evan shinned while exhibiting his prowess with the nun chucks. Just thought you might like to know.
So Elle showed us how to fight, which as I said early was nothing new to us thanks to our after school karate in third grade; introduced us to weapon play; And so finally it was time for a showdown - A showdown between the master, Elle, and the students, Evan and myself (in some cultures I'm a master as well – I'll explain that some other time).
So we kicked her butt. Or she kicked ours. I can't remember. Or maybe we faked the whole thing because after all this is a TV show and there's really no need to put these faces in harms way for entertainment; or anything for that matter.
Okay. I gotta work on my punching.
Love you. Mean it.
Jaron a.k.a. "the other one"
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