En Garde

One of the disadvantages of having fled the city (Vancouver; when you live in Canada, you can just say “the city” because we really only have one of them per province) is that the friends i left behind constantly taunt me with the cool things they get to do that i don’t. 

I took fencing for, like, three months at university before being forced to the sidelines with an appendicitis attack, but i confess that i found the sport less interesting than i thought i would. Running around like a crazed fiend with a rapier, on the other hand, would be something i could totally get behind. For the time being, however, i'll probably just have to look forward to axe-fighting off the bear that keeps wandering through our neighborhood.