thai nudeln

so. dinner and dessert. dinner was german egg noodles with parmesano-reggiano and basil, tomatoes, and peppers from the garden. and thai yellow curry chicken, because PositiveRoleModel is an asshole. dessert was german egg noodles with coconut milk and honey reduction, dried chile mangoes, candied ginger, dry-roasted peanuts, lime and basil, because i’m an asshole.

i thought i was being clever with the basil in the dessert, but o lordy no. i picked out every last bit of that shit after the first bite. THEN it was an awesome invention.

the hammock

i had a hammock. it was kinda shitty, and definitely not UV-resistant. it died. i was sad. i got a new hammock. i was happy. for about 5 minutes. then MonkeyBeef kicked me out and invited his brothers in. turns out, it’s not my fucking hammock.






which is okay. because it doesn’t look that comfortable.

Ice Cream of Justice

after lots of traveling, we’re back home for the last month of summer before school starts. it’s hot as hell, and MonkeyBeef is newly potty trained (like a boss!), so we’re not getting out much. which suits the twits just fine; SpazMonkey and DramaQueen have a long list of “projects” they want to complete before they go back to school. like making their own paper. and building halo terrain out of cardboard. and making sushi-shaped erasers.

one of their projects resulted in me being awakened by a scream of “OHMYGAWD WE MADE CARBON MONOXIDE, RUN, MOM, RUN!” as i stumbled down the stairs, EvilGremlin was patiently erasing and re-balancing the stochiometry equation on the kitchen table to show SpazMonkey that they had, in fact, STILL made carbon dioxide and diatomic oxygen, not carbon monoxide and ozone, despite the battery which they had wired into the beaker, apparently because they had convinced themselves that the electicity would force the creation of ozone.

one of their biggest projects was to create a floor-sized boardgame. it involves 12″-square foam puzzle floor tiles, pokemon figurines, dice, toy food, homemade cards, a nerf basketball hoop, and not being able to walk in their fucking bedroom. for a change.

here are two of the tile-markers attached to the foam tiles:


i probably don’t even need to tell you that i didn’t bother to ask what the rules are.

but fencing wasn’t the only thing i did in reno…

my hotel! these are just 3 of the 17 different casinos, each with a different theme, each perfectly designed to disorient the shit out of you relative to time and space, and to drown out the tortured screams of your bank account:


This was my room. squee!

being from iowa, it’s difficult to get anywhere near a really good concert. occasionally someone awesome comes to des moines, but usually i have to travel 4 hours or more to get to a larger city. i lucked out – not only were Stone Temple Pilots playing AT MY HOTEL, there was still exactly one balcony seat available! and since Scott Weiland is newly sober, the show even started on time and i got to bed at a decent hour for my event the next morning!

now, it is obviously a terrible idea to eat at a converted-taco-bell-lookin-ass restaurant with a white trash name advertising authentic mexican food.

terrible, but funny! i had brunch here before an early-afternoon event, and holy crap was it good. healthful, even! mexican grandmas made me an egg and homemade chorizo burrito with love and fresh salsa. halfway between my hotel and the fencing venue, rocket-fuel power-lunch FTW!

i was supposed to fly home the morning after my last event. the thunderstorms in denver had other plans, though, and my flight was cancelled. so i booked flights for the following day, got back on the airport shuttle, and went back to the fencing venue with all my luggage. i hung out with Coach and got to watch AbsoluteZen and Capo95 in their last events, then finally got a room at the atlantis hotel, which was right next door to the fencing venue. by the time i checked in to my new room, it was 5 PM, and all i had eaten since the night before were a couple of power bars. so i looked into restaurants at this hotel… and as it turns out, “toucan charlie’s,” a horrible margaritaville-themed restaurant, had an all-you-can-eat buffet for $20. after 3 days of fencing and a day of fasting, turns out, i can eat a fucking LOT.



then, i was totally headed back to my room to read or watch tv. i SWEAR. but it turns out there’s a video game arcade tucked in among the casinos of the atlantis, apparently so parents can dump their under-21 children there for hours on end to scream and fight with each other in seizure-lights happy-land. this arcade had 3 dance dance revolution games that were only 30 cents per 3-song, 2-person dance-off play. AND there was a group of bored teenage mexican girls. so! for an investment of only $20 and four hours, i got my biggest ass-kicking of the week! also, i was more sore from the dance-off than i was from all the fencing combined. and i slept like a baby on the plane!

2011 Fencing Summer National Championship Tournament, Reno, NV

so. the second thing i saw upon stepping off the plane in reno was the coolest thing i’ve ever seen in my life. the first thing i saw upon stepping off the plane in reno was this:

that’s not a casino. that’s the freaking airport.

anyway, the second thing i saw was this!

this was the first of many, many signs throughout the city celebrating fencing. it really gave me some warm fuzzies to see an entire city decked out in love for my obscure sport. when you’re used to blank stares when you try to describe your hobby to people, it’s a nice change to walk around a city that has an irish pub with a sandwich board advertising free drinks for fencers and drugstores with signs blinking “WELCOME FENCERS” and advertising half-price gatorade.

HerrKommandant, former president of the UI fencing club and now the des moines junior coach, later pointed out that the “fencer” posing for the 12-foot banners all over the airport was wearing an epee jacket and a saber mask. but hey, points for trying!

the coolest mask-check stamp my mask has collected so far!

6000 athletes! such a big tournament, yet such a small world. i ran into fencers i had met from Chicago, Portland, and St. Louis. Our coach, who has been fencing for over 30 years, seemed to know about half the people in the convention center.

She also had 10 fencers in 20 events over the 10-day tournament. at one point, she had three of us in three separate events at the same time. between coaching, repairs, chatting with a few thousand people, and pre-event lessons and warm-ups, She. Was. Busy. actually, about the only times she got to sit still were on the rare occasions that she had only one fencer to coach, and she could just sit and watch the fencing and coach during breaks. here she is coaching SonicBoom during her second epee DE in the Div III event:

SonicBoom couldn't fence in Div II epee, not because she didn't qualify, but because it conflicted with her two saber events:

the other saberist from our club who went to nationals, MadLib, did some damned fine fencing, too (he’s on the left):

SonicBoom and MadLib are also a couple. because iowa needs more 7-1/2 foot tall children.

This is AbsolutZen (on the right), who consistently delivers the calmest, most gentle ass-kickings you'll ever get:

and finally, this is Capo95 (on the right.) His favorite thing to do is force you to infight. apparently, this was also his opponent's favorite thing to do, because the entire bout consisted of mirror-image infighting moves:


so, the fencing was awesome. one of the best parts of the whole experience was that the Pan-American games were being held at the same time, so i got front-row seats to several events where i got to watch the olympic teams of north and south america fence. holy shit, was that inspiring. and sexy as fuck!

As for my events: as expected, i took a pretty good ass-pounding in Div I epee. i only had one 5-0 defeat, and the rest were 5-1 or even 5-2. Div II went really well – i won a bout, and came damn close on two others at 5-4 and 4-4. Div III, i didn't do nearly as well as i would have liked, and not quite as well as i did in Div II. some of it was nerves ("this is my last event! i have to do better! it's now or never! this is an easier event, so it's more embarrassing if i don't do well!") but hey, for only training in epee for a few months, i was pretty damned pleased with myself. i'm pretty sure i'm sticking with epee. SonicBoom and AbsolutZen and I are planning on forming a women's epee team and qualifying for the team event at nationals next summer in Houston. Now we just need a good team name. of course, we could be "The Iowa City Fencing Center Women's Epee Team," but that's just too station-wagon. we need a lamborghini name. something fun. something iowa. something memorable. like "The Cornholes!" SonicBoom and i figure we just might get that one approved by Coach, on the off-chance that she doesn't know why it's tasteless!

a few random things to wrap up the portland thing

i saw a funny sign on the way to a fly shop, where i saw a funny book.

ice-cold ocean. inflatable tubes. old people. fish hooks. what could go wrong?

also, the fencing. i have really, really, really missed fencing with ChickenShawarma. so the big-ass PVC don’t-let-the-baggage-handlers-smash-my-golf-clubs case, which i bought to transport my fencing gear to reno next week, got a test run on the portland trip. for the record: one golf club case will hold one epee, one foil, one set of whites, one mask, one pair of shoes, four fly-fishing rods, a full fly-tying kit, a full electrical weapon-repair kit, two turntables and a microphone (hell yes.) also for the record: the TSA gets a tad concerned about what looks to be a shrapnel bomb, and will invariably rifle through your combo swords-and-wires-and-fishhooks bag.

but anyway! not only did i get to get in another week of practice before nationals, i got to do it at one of the powerhouse olympic fencing clubs in the country, the Northwest Fencing Center, AND i got to fence ChickenShawarma again! this is him fencing with an A-rated epeeist:

not surprisingly, after 8 months of fencing with the amazing fencers here, he’s even better than i remember. so he kicked my ass. but i caught more fish! ha! anyhoo… the club was awesome. 20+ strips, with the floor cords on a jury-rigged system of pulleys so they were actually CEILING cords, eliminating the problem of cords getting roached by people repeatedly tripping over them. i fenced a bunch of different people, watched a bunch of fencing, and had a damned good time.

also, for the record – quite possibly making this blog post the most complete record of “things you should know about combination fly-fishing/fencing vacations” available! – if you think you’re overpacking for a combo wet-wading-and-fencing vacation, you’re fucking NOT. you need a jeans-and-t-shirt combo for each day of fishing, plus a warmup pants-and-court shorts-and-fencing socks-and-sports bra-and-shirt combo for each night of fencing, plush dry clothes for the drive home from fencing (if you think this sound persnickety, YOU try driving for 20 minutes while dripping rapidly cooling sweat from every bit of clothing. and smelling it!) and dry socks for the drive home from fishing. and pajamas. and other clothes and shoes for going out to eat.

even with re-wearing the same jeans every day of fishing, i still wound up buying a pair of $8 jeans at a grocery store, a portland timbers t-shirt at another grocery store, a sweatshirt, 3 pairs of fencing socks at the NWFC (which was cool because they are both NWFC-branded souvenirs, AND the most comfortable fencing socks i’ve ever owned), and a hat. the hat and sweatshirt i had to buy simply because i meant to grab a hat and sweatshirt on the way out of the house, and forgot to, but the rest were the result of severe under-packing. i hate overpacking. i’m pretty good at not overpacking. this trip, i wish i had over-packed.

also? holy shit laundry. the dirty laundry that came home was not merely “dirty.” it was the slimiest, grimiest, sweatiest mound of ripely aged unholiness you have ever seen/smelled. hopefully any new mutant breeds of super-bacteria that i bred in there were killed by the hot-water-and-napalm cruise they took through the washer upon our return.

also! holy shit SORE. that was the most grinding, difficult, sustained effort my muscles have ever been subjected to. as i believe i mentioned a couple of posts ago… I AM A MOTHERFUCKING NINJA. who needs a nap.

and, to wrap things up… friends. food. the only for-reals big city that has ever made me think “yeah… i could live here!” awesome vacation, and i can’t wait to go back again! the end.

steve jackson’s munchkin is the greatest card game on planet earth

if you think poker is a better card game, you are fat, ugly, and an asshole. munchkin. munchkin is the shit.

how i missed munchkin, i’ll never know. i’ve played dungeons and dragons for over 20 years. i’ve played strategy board games. i’ve played strategy card games. all of my friends do, too. if they didn’t, they probably wouldn’t be my friends. christ, i even know for a fact that at least one of my college friends owned the game. all in all, my life has been the perfect nerdstorm that had a 99.999% chance of generating at least on incident of munchkin-playing. but somehow, i’m like the kid in the overcrowded inner-city grade school that somehow sits shoulder-to-shoulder with 743 other kids who are all in the throes of chicken pox, yet i manage to walk home pock-free, day after day after day.

ChickNorris and ChickenShawarma finally remedied this for me. on our last night in portland, we played many games of munchkin until way past our bedtime.


“nasty tasting sports drink +2? but that’s not enough to defeat the level 20 plutonium dragon! merde!


“poker face… poker face… they’ll never know my cards suck santorum if i maintain the poker face…”


rules lawyer searches to no avail for some way that ChickNorris did NOT just win…


“i just won, bitches! suck it!”

awesomely enough, i had an amazon.com toys-and-games gift certificate that was set to expire the sunday night that we arrived back home. i immediately ordered our own munchkin game! the kids freaking LOVE it. unfortunately, none of the munchkin expansion sets (cthulu! fairies! dungeons! zombies! portals! santa! outer space! monster enhancers!) were eligible items for me to spend my gift certificate on… but my wishlist has a whole new page of shit on it!

wii fly-fishing!

snapping your fly-rod sucks chocolate salty balls. graphite or bamboo, there’s no way on god’s green earth to repair the damned thing in a way that restores function. so of course i managed to snap mine after a deep hike into the salmon river recreation area, right at the beginning of the day. PRM voted that we go buy me a new rod, which, between the round trip hike to and from the car, and drive to and from the nearest fly shop, would have eaten at least two hours of our day.

fuck that. i’ve played enough wii to be perfectly comfortable with a two-handed control system. i cast normally with the distal 2/3s of the rod in my right hand, holding the proximal 1/3 with the reel in my left hand; upon setting the hook at a strike, i could then transfer both to one hand and use the free hand to reel it in.

it actually worked pretty nicely, i was able to fish the whole day, and borrowed one of CS and CN’s new rods to finish out the week. also? i’m a ninja. and a genius.

fly-fishing in portland!

there is so much good fishing within an hour or two of portland it makes me weep rainbow tears of joy. you can pretty much pull out a map, draw a circle around the city, cut out the circle, throw a dart at it, and successfully fish wherever the dart landed.

our first day out, PRM and i went to the hood river.


not PRM’s biggest fish of the week, but it’s not often there’s someone with a camera right next to you when you happen to catch something, so: obligatory i-caught-this-fucker picture.

the next day, ChickenShawarma and ChickNorris were both off work, so they came along for their first fly-fishing outing. we started at the hood river again, because the casting was fairly easy. CN was casting beautifully within minutes:

CS was actually casting every bit as well just as quickly, but it was much funnier to post a picture of his hopelessly tangled line than his nice casting.

it was also a serious heat wave, in portlandia reckoning – over 80 degrees! so the water, which was cold enough to make your feet numb after 3 minutes of wet-wading, felt really, really good:

The next day, PRM and i went to the salmon river. it was a whole lot of gorgeous mountain hiking. seriously. did i mention i want to live here? look at this shit!



and i thought the rockies had pretty flowers. holy shit with the cascades and the pretty flowers!

okay, so neither one of us is particularly good at composing still-life-with-flowers pictures. but trust me, it was pretty!

that last picture of the white flowers is actually from the last place we went to fish, the deschutes river. it’s a full 2 hours from portland, and well into the rain shadow of the cascades. it was pretty cool to drive an hour past the temperate rain forest of the mount hood area, and suddenly be in a completely different ecosystem.


the deschutes is known for a natural variety of rainbow trout known as redsides. and redsides are known for fighting like hell when you hook them. there’s even a local small town whose high school mascot is “the redsides,” and i would have bought one of their t-shirts had i seen one for sale anywhere. anyway. here’s my trophy fish of the week, a redside!

oh. hells. yes.

Arrival in Portlandia!


We landed in portland early in the afternoon, got our rental car, and got on the road. Portland is pretty! rivers, bridges, and everything overgrown with roses and vines and trees.

We arrived during the Pride Parade, which was a perfect introduction to a city which ChickNorris had described to us as “hippie, gay, dog-loving, and family-friendly.”


Sadly, we missed most of the parade, including the nike float (armored hummer draped in rainbows), the rollergirls, the leathers, the bears, and more. ChickNorris and ChickenShawarma rode in the “dykes on bikes” section of the parade, with CS in drag and riding bitch.

we managed to find our friends in the blocks and blocks of crowds downtown. yay, cell phones!

PositiveRoleModel and i look so painfully boring, but had we dressed for the occasion, i don’t think we would have made it past the TSA. so. much. Bad. Touch.

and much as i love iowa, there is one thing that i love about big cities – amazing food. we had mexican and greek street food at Pride Parade vendor carts, and then went downtown later for a dinner of vietnamese street food.

Day One: I fucking love portland. it has the fun feel of, say, Denver, without any of the stupid traffic and rat-race bullshit that Denver and every other big city are afflicted with. also? temperate rain forest. GORGEOUS!!

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