This will be a collection of thoughts apropos of nothing and likely unrelated to one another. Expect nothing and enjoy.

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On the highway this weekend I was cut off by a Sonata. I was giving it a close examination from behind (hey-oh) when I saw that the I and A were switched, so that the raised letters read “Hyundia.” For a moment, I wondered if it was a knockoff.

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I watched Fast and Furious this weekend on a guy day with Dr. Mike. It was as advertised, but it did strangely give me motivation to get back on track with my training. I have more stage combat action in the next few months, and I will not rely on that for my workouts, as I have in the past. I think I could make a good stunt double for Vin Diesel, but I would need to get into appropriate shape and finish my training.

What really struck me while I was watching was that I used to throw myself whole-heartedly into this stunt stuff before I ever decided to do it for a living; however, now that I’m learning how to do it professionally, I’m so focused on correct technique and safety, that I don’t take enough risk.

Am I afraid to be hurt? A little, but I really should not be. If I were to be permanently injured, which is unlikely, it would be no different than if I had cancer, or contracted a disease somehow, or whatever. The only control I can exert over my bodily condition is, well, conditioning. But I may as well take the chance and get the glory. It’s more likely I’ll break an arm or something than do any permanent damage.

But I think it is similar to the block I have when sparring someone or playing a fighting game. I am so lasered in on proper, clean technique that I don’t improvise enough or let a little sloppy roundhouse score me a point. People who know me probably would not identify me as a type A, but when it comes to martial arts and the like, I do find myself a hard-ass about technique. If I want to make it as a stuntman, I gotta let that go. Discipline and conditioning channeled into boldness and freedom of motion. That’s the key.

Strange that I learned that from a plotless action movie, but there are lessons everywhere. And possibly lesions everywhere, and possibly they are one in the same.

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I’m really enjoying Burning Crusade with my paladin. Maybe I understand gear better now, or I like Horde better, or something, but I really feel like I’m having fun playing the mid-end-game this time. Anyone know any good Horde guilds on Tanaris, by chance?

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I finally have my FAFSA and application in to UW-M. I still don’t know whether I could focus on theater, which I would prefer. Probably there is not time to work full time and pursue an academic theater career. I’ll let the advisors at UW-M tell me for sure.

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I finally got up and ran this morning, but it was too cold to gauge whether I like or dislike it. My lower back gave a few twinges of anger, but other than that, I don’t feel anything different. I’m going to do circuits tonight as well. Two-a-days for me until further notice.