Kex
It's that participation meme going around where you come up with ten words starting with a letter. Patrick Samphire (he of the spiffy new blog) gave me K. If you leave a comment, I'm supposed to give you a letter (if you want one), but I don't know how much I'll be able to get online after tomorrow, so, you know ...
Kal-El: His whole planet, it blew up! And Braniac shrunk the survivors down to microbe size and put 'em in a mason jar!! And his adoptive parents died of a pirate virus!
When I was a kid, Superman was the height of tragedy.
Kung Fu: In the scant time I've been taking martial arts classes, I've gone to three different schools. The first taught a mix of Kajukenbo (a branch of kenpo developed in post-war Hawaii) and Hung Gar Kung Fu. I had to stop going there because one day I showed up and the school wasn't there any more. My next stop was a school that teaches Shaolin Kenpo (also developed in post-war Hawaii, and different from kendo, which is fighting with swords), which is fancy talk for punching and kicking. I was never really comfortable at that school, and when they tried to dick me with a $250 registration fee, I bailed. My new school teaches various styles of Shaolin Kung Fu, and I'm having a blast.
I don't think the style I study is overly important. As long as it's not one of the styles that emphasizes grappling, or gymnastic kicking, I imagine I could be happy studying just about anything. But, I have to say, I like saying I study Kung Fu more than I like saying I study kenpo or kajukenbo, largely because most people have at least heard of Kung Fu.
Kermit: The thing about Kermit is, he's responsible. Saddled with a company of nut jobs and furry wackos, he's just doing his best to put on the show. I was a fairly serious kid, and when I was trying to get something done, I didn't have much patience for goof-abouts, and I'd often be the most focused, uptight kid in the room. Now, for better or worse, I am often the least focused kid in the room. I could probably stand to regain a bit more of my inner Kermit.
Kirk: He's the captain. 'Nuff said.
King: I will admit, the fact that Stephen King writes genre and has mountains of cash did little to dissuade me from the notion of being a writer when I was a teen. He made it seem fun. And a lot of the stuff he wrote in the 70's is just darn rip-roarin'. The shorter, expurgated version of The Stand is a marvelous epic fantasy.
Kong: I'm talking about the Jeff Bridges/Jessica Lange version. It was filmed at MGM studios, just down the road from where I grew up, in Culver City. I'd managed to convince myself that the studio had built a fully mobile 40-foot high mechanical Kong capable of walking freely and climbing buildings and killing everyone. I was very disappointed that the monster robot ape never broke free from the studio property to wreck my hometown.
Ktulu: My favorite spelling of the Great Cephalopod's name. And Metallica's "Call of Ktulu" is totally awesome, dude.
Kvasir: Kvasir was a Norse god created from the saliva of all the other gods. A pair of dwarves offed him, mixed his blood with honey, and fermented the mead that inspires all poets. Think you suffer for your art? Kvasir suffers for your art, too.
Killer Whale: For my money, killer whales are the coolest of all animals, no competition. They've got intelligence, cunning, speed, power, grace, and an insanely cool color scheme. I'd do three rounds as an earthworm if I could come back as a killer whale for my fourth.
Kilt Lifter: There are folks with whom I could have endless debates about which Four Peaks Brewing Company beer is better, the English-style bitter 8th Street Ale, or the Scottish-style Kilt Lifter. The Kilt Lifter has better flavor, but the 8th Street is crisper and doesn't sit in your gut like a loaf of bread. So, the 8th Street gets the nod, because you can enjoy more of it. But if it's not too hot a day and I just want to leisurely sip a pint? Kilt Lifter is the way to go. And it's very nice to have such dilemmas to unravel.
Kal-El: His whole planet, it blew up! And Braniac shrunk the survivors down to microbe size and put 'em in a mason jar!! And his adoptive parents died of a pirate virus!
When I was a kid, Superman was the height of tragedy.
Kung Fu: In the scant time I've been taking martial arts classes, I've gone to three different schools. The first taught a mix of Kajukenbo (a branch of kenpo developed in post-war Hawaii) and Hung Gar Kung Fu. I had to stop going there because one day I showed up and the school wasn't there any more. My next stop was a school that teaches Shaolin Kenpo (also developed in post-war Hawaii, and different from kendo, which is fighting with swords), which is fancy talk for punching and kicking. I was never really comfortable at that school, and when they tried to dick me with a $250 registration fee, I bailed. My new school teaches various styles of Shaolin Kung Fu, and I'm having a blast.
I don't think the style I study is overly important. As long as it's not one of the styles that emphasizes grappling, or gymnastic kicking, I imagine I could be happy studying just about anything. But, I have to say, I like saying I study Kung Fu more than I like saying I study kenpo or kajukenbo, largely because most people have at least heard of Kung Fu.
Kermit: The thing about Kermit is, he's responsible. Saddled with a company of nut jobs and furry wackos, he's just doing his best to put on the show. I was a fairly serious kid, and when I was trying to get something done, I didn't have much patience for goof-abouts, and I'd often be the most focused, uptight kid in the room. Now, for better or worse, I am often the least focused kid in the room. I could probably stand to regain a bit more of my inner Kermit.
Kirk: He's the captain. 'Nuff said.
King: I will admit, the fact that Stephen King writes genre and has mountains of cash did little to dissuade me from the notion of being a writer when I was a teen. He made it seem fun. And a lot of the stuff he wrote in the 70's is just darn rip-roarin'. The shorter, expurgated version of The Stand is a marvelous epic fantasy.
Kong: I'm talking about the Jeff Bridges/Jessica Lange version. It was filmed at MGM studios, just down the road from where I grew up, in Culver City. I'd managed to convince myself that the studio had built a fully mobile 40-foot high mechanical Kong capable of walking freely and climbing buildings and killing everyone. I was very disappointed that the monster robot ape never broke free from the studio property to wreck my hometown.
Ktulu: My favorite spelling of the Great Cephalopod's name. And Metallica's "Call of Ktulu" is totally awesome, dude.
Kvasir: Kvasir was a Norse god created from the saliva of all the other gods. A pair of dwarves offed him, mixed his blood with honey, and fermented the mead that inspires all poets. Think you suffer for your art? Kvasir suffers for your art, too.
Killer Whale: For my money, killer whales are the coolest of all animals, no competition. They've got intelligence, cunning, speed, power, grace, and an insanely cool color scheme. I'd do three rounds as an earthworm if I could come back as a killer whale for my fourth.
Kilt Lifter: There are folks with whom I could have endless debates about which Four Peaks Brewing Company beer is better, the English-style bitter 8th Street Ale, or the Scottish-style Kilt Lifter. The Kilt Lifter has better flavor, but the 8th Street is crisper and doesn't sit in your gut like a loaf of bread. So, the 8th Street gets the nod, because you can enjoy more of it. But if it's not too hot a day and I just want to leisurely sip a pint? Kilt Lifter is the way to go. And it's very nice to have such dilemmas to unravel.
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