This is my fencing icon. No really.

[changeling]

Went to Esoteric today, as I often do on Wednesdays on the time between work and uni (the Esoteric Bookshop is just by my station of choice). There was a journalist from The Age there, and a photographer from ditto. Apparently there's an article about the magic scene in Melbourne. It'll probably be published next Tuesday. The photographer took lots of photos of David (he's one of the proprietors, and the main reason I go in there most weeks--he's good to talk to). The photographer took a few shots of me, too, as sort of background colour. So I probably won't be there, or maybe you'll see my hand holding a book or something, I don't know. Considering the mX article that never appeared, I'm really not going to get my hopes up. Although if I'd known I was going to have my photograph taken, I wouldn't have changed from my work shirt.

Made it to coffee group today. Had to leave almost as soon as I'd arrived, as I had a Vis Ink meeting. Next week's meeting will be *after* Industry Overview, though, so I'll be able to stay another twenty minutes or so. Which is good.

Hmm. Fencing. Worked on simple parries today, which is basically moving your arm along a vertical axis. That's the best way I can describe it. The four quadrants of scoring remain sixte, quarte, octave and septime. One of the attacks is known as le (or la? I can't remember) coupe, which amuses me. There's a step in ballet called coupe (without the particle in front of it). Coupe means to cut. It's one of the few French words that I know, though I don't know if there's supposed to be an accent over the e. I suspect there is.

copperbadge granted my wish for a cute Frenchman in my fencing class**. I'm quite impressed. Pity he's a bloke. Still, very cute. He has Aragorn stubble, and the endearing kind of shyness, and glasses. Plus, he likes A Perfect Circle, though he likes Tool better. He saw Perfect Circle play a couple of times in Paris. I think my Kiersey scale had a tiny blip towards heterosexuality there for a moment. There's another guy with an (unknown European, possibly Italian?) accent, and long curly hair. When we were practising sixte-parry-riposte, and then quarte-parry-ripostes, he barely spoke to me the whole time. Grr. Frenchy and I had a whole conversation. Plus, he (Frenchy) kept faking death every time my riposte touched him. Heh.

Lupin in this picture looks dead. Bit of a worry, really.




*Because fencing requires you to tilt your hips so much that you're basically taunting your opponent with your groin. I am not making this up.

**Okay, my request was more explicit. But hello? Sexually repressed much?

Comments

[painispretty.livejournal.com]

*Because fencing requires you to tilt your hips so much that you're basically taunting your opponent with your groin. I am not making this up.

I want to take it up now. *groins*

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

*snerks* You so should.

[vonlooney.livejournal.com]

Lupin in that video game still looks waaay more attractive than film!Lupin. Is that a worrying point at all?

I am so jealous at your fencing stories. I've wanted to fence for ages.

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

I think the actor does look attractive, he just needs to lose the moustache.

Hee! You should join RMIT union and come and fence with us, then.