While the aubergines dehydrate and we have the first course of a proper Italian weekend dinner, cooked by me of course, the wife has the animated Antonio Banderas flick Puss in Boots on the telly. Sorry. As hard as I try, I just can not accept a little orange tiger cat with a Gascone hat and some horse boots on as a swordsman.
Not that I think a cartoon cat couldn’t handle a really tiny rapier. It’s just that, as a fencer, and as someone who once had cats, and has fought an infinite number of games of Paw - cat fencing - I know that any feline can be almost immediately defeated when it comes to swordplay. Because cats can not do feint-disengage. Their brains just don’t work that way. And you can fake them out every single time and deliver a doink to their heads. Which really pisses them off. But they never learn. Brains the size of a wad of chewing gum you know, and only half as developed.
Got cat? Know how to fence? Try it and see. And report your unending list of victories back here.
Puss in Boots. Loser.
There you go injecting reality into a perfectly good fantasy. What am I saying, the only thing I cared about was the Music!
BTW it is nice to be back!
That must be some slow boil you got going there if this qualifies as Postable filler.Yes yes,it’s your blog, bla bla bla.
Lets Play “Where’s Christopher” instead.
Rich K - OHIO. I win.
Kudos MA, I’ like games with easy answers,Don’t You.