Fat lip, small items, live long and I break your nose

I've learned a defense in case you're making the Live Long & Prosper hand sign and someone grabs your fingers. I don't know how often this happens, but apparently often enough that the Shaolin devised a defense against it. I think it's further proof that Vulcans visited China in ancient days and founded the art. So much as been lost.

Gave myself a fat lip yesterday, courtesy nunchuk technique #6, but the swelling's gone down.

There's an interview with friend/writer/editor, Tim Pratt, which I mention largely because he gives a nice shoutout to me and my chapbook. But that's only a small part of the interview. The rest of it is plenty interesting.

Finished my class prep for tomorrow, and possibly for Wednesday as well, depending on how well the students work. It takes them longer to do stuff when they're working well and putting in effort. When they're not, it creates more work for me, cuz I can't stand the feeling of them staring at me, all bored, because they blasted through the writing exercise I gave them in fifteen minutes. I know I should just let them stew and grade them harshly, but it goes against my sunny nature.

So, a while ago I talked about a few guys in my martial arts class whose attitudes put me off. One of them was in class yesterday, and I decided to try something. Instead of aloofness and avoidance, I decided to try befriending him. I asked him before class if he woulnd't mind reviewing some of my older material with me, and then he asked me if I wouldn't mind going over a new form with him, and by the end of class we were both happy and friendly little shaolin wannabe's. I'm going to try the same thing with two other guys I've got issues with. I like to get along with folks, and I'm glad I put forth just a little extra effort to make it happen. Not getting along is just illogical.