In the Land of the Kickass Womenfolk

It was time for Athena’s bullwhip lesson. Why did Athena need a lesson in how to wield a bullwhip? I’m sorry, I don’t understand the question there. As it turns out, Athena’s pretty good with a whip, as is her mother, and our friend Yanni, the woman administering the tutorial above. Kodi is not very good with the bullwhip, alas; something about a lack of opposable thumbs. But it turns out she has a range on other weapons to employ, so don’t you worry about her. She’s fine.

How has your Sunday been?

By John Scalzi

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36 replies on “In the Land of the Kickass Womenfolk”

Bullwhip lessons FTW! If I wasn’t sure I’d pull an Indy and smack myself in the face with one, I’d give it a go. One more l33t skill on the way to becoming the kewlest children’s librarian EVAR.

Sunny here, 83 degrees, and the bonsai need watering.

It’s finally sunny here, so I went and picked strawberries, and then bought a whole bunch more fruit at the farmer’s market. Mmm, summer.

Another fun Sunday down here…slept late, cleaning the bathroom & bedrooms & doing laundry. Little bit of reading coming up.

Really too hot at 94F with a heat index of 100F to even walk across the street to the complex’s pool. Besides, thunderstorms are brewing for the next couple of hours, clouds will be here shortly.

The trick to bullwhip practice is to get a full face shield and wear long sleeves and jeans. Things have a tendency to come back and bite you if you don’t flick them right.

Wish I knew what box my bullwhip is in — always good for demonstrating sonic booms.

Dr. Phil

Excellent! My dad taught me how to crack a bullwhip at around Athena’s age, too. It was fun then (I loved Indiana Jones movies) and fun in later life – people really don’t know what to make of a girl who can crack a whip!

House-sitting for friends, doing loads of laundry (fabrics & clothing in mice-infested storage – long story), and watching Free Showtime Preview weekend. Currently watching ‘Stardust’ – lovely movie, made from Neil Gaiman’s lovely book.

Not as exciting as your weekend, but they have 3 lovely dogs, so I get my doggie fix. And their dogs and my cat get along fine. When she’s here, she’s the boss, even though she only weighs 7 lbs, and they’re all big dogs.

#4 Linkmeister: You’re not having heat was “Lash Larou” (sp??) in the 50s TV genre. (It is terrible having a velcro memory…)

Oh, Scalzi, you have no idea of the horrors ahead of you. Not very far ahead of you now, either.

On your daughter’s twelfth birthday, you will be visited by a number of mysterious men and presented with your very own Father’s Pre-Dating Shotgun. And on her fourteenth birthday, the same men will come back with special rock-salt-filled ammunition for said shotgun.

You will then be required to carry that weapon to the front door when her dates roll up. Of course, her dates might be rather — creatively — dressed if she makes that bullwhip skill known around school…

“Why did Athena need a lesson in how to wield a bullwhip?”

Why would Athena not need a lesson in how to wield a bullwhip?

The real question is who’s the baby on Krissy’s hip, and when is her bullwhip lesson scheduled for?

(I also note that Krissy hasn’t lost the whole bent-knee baby-balance weight shift thing. I think that must be like riding a bike.)

I love the picture (it’s inspired me to comment for the first time).
The sky is such a pretty blue, and the grass is beautifully green…and the women look so relaxed after successfully invading Teletubby Land to rescue that poor baby in the sun…

Linkmeister — there also was an Australian western(?) called Whiplash that was broadcast in the US in 1961.
(obviously later in Canada)

I am so jealous. I spent the day at a baby shower followed by hanging out with some cool people and being smothered with kisses by two precious Keeshonds. That’s great and all, but it would have been a thousand times better if I’d also gotten a bullwhip lesson.

Yes, “Why does Athena need bullwhip lessons?” is really an impossible question. If you are the sort of person who’d ask it you are also the sort of person who is incapable of understanding the answer (which is, I think, “Durr. Bullwhips! Hello!??!?!”)

And I spent my Sunday recovering from running the Double Dipsea trail race on Saturday. A couple more days and I think I’ll be able to walk down stairs without wincing.

I spent my Sunday wearing mostly sunscreen and green body paint. I told people I was fulfilling a lifelong dream of being a green Orion slave girl, but actually I was part of a ‘human rainbow’ for Pride weekend. All six of us had a great time. So did most of the onlookers, based on the observed reaction. Except for the bus driver, who did not want to let us on the bus. And we had even brought dropcloths. Geez.

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