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Some here have denigrated the "full Reid" (or fR). These are the folks
who do not know how hard it truly is to master this art. Like fly
fishing, anyone can flail around, but to really master the task, it
takes much practice.
For example, let me describe to you how my Monday 3-a-days went. At
the first buzz of the alarm clock at O-dark-thirty, I flailed around
like any newby his first time on a stream, reaching for the snooze
alarm. This flailing for the alarm clock ended up with me jamming the
thumbnail of my left hand into the back of my right hand. I nicked the
small artery, causing copious amounts of blood to stream across my bed
and a Kennedy dollar size bruise to form on my hand. This is my
standard morning warm up. But notice, this is only a warm up, no fR,
as I was flailing. No self respecting fR includes flailing. Flailing
is for amateurs and warming up. To accomplish a fR, one must learn to
succumb to the inevitable and go down with that all knowing smile on
your face. Be at one with ones fate.
Okay, warm up done, time to head out of the house. I sling my computer
bag over my right shoulder as I step down the stairs. This perfectly
timed motion allows the computer bag strap to envelope the newel post
on the banister. I take two sprightly steps, the bag yanks me back and
down and I do a perfect fR butt bump down the steps, only slowing as
the strap tightens around my neck, yanking my head into the top step.
I slip out of the strap and proceed with the fR butt slide to the
bottom of the stairs. The computer is left swinging gently from the
newel post. Awe yes, still got it.
After lunch, life is a bit dull. Tryptophan-induced comas strike my
coworkers. Time to wake them up.
I'm walking rapidly down a long hallway. I need to get a hold of a
coworker quickly. I'm searching the empty building for her. I hear a
door open behind me, I glance back but continue apace, its not her, I
turn my head back forward. I'm glad I turned my head when I did or I
would have taken the brunt of slamming into the column at full speed
with my shoulder. As it was, I was able to take the blow with my face.
See, I practice hitting things with my head, not my shoulder. My Ki
is strong. I was not only able to break the drywall, but yes, indeed I
was able to use my face to bend the metal corner support with my
forehead. Since I struck the corner of the column at an oblique angle,
only my face stopped, my feet were free to continue, which they did.
The lower part of my body did not stop until it lost traction and the
whole body achieved the horizontal about three feet above the floor. I
was able to slam to the floor without flailing. Like a diver with no
splash, I gained a unanimous ten from the judges when they saw the
beautific smile as I landed.
Yes, the two-inch-long bump and gash will heal, as fR's are like
earthquakes, many small ones relieve the pressure preventing a large
one. Luckily, I'm able to relieve that pressure not only for myself,
but for many of my coworkers. It is a service and a duty that I take
very seriously.
Frank Reid

Practice, practice, practice
 

Frank Reid wrote:
Some here have denigrated the "full Reid" (or fR). These are the folks
who do not know how hard it truly is to master this art. Like fly
fishing, anyone can flail around, but to really master the task, it
takes much practice.
For example, let me describe to you how my Monday 3-a-days went. At
the first buzz of the alarm clock at O-dark-thirty, I flailed around
like any newby his first time on a stream, reaching for the snooze
alarm. This flailing for the alarm clock ended up with me jamming the
thumbnail of my left hand into the back of my right hand. I nicked the
small artery, causing copious amounts of blood to stream across my bed
and a Kennedy dollar size bruise to form on my hand. This is my
standard morning warm up. But notice, this is only a warm up, no fR,
as I was flailing. No self respecting fR includes flailing. Flailing
is for amateurs and warming up. To accomplish a fR, one must learn to
succumb to the inevitable and go down with that all knowing smile on
your face. Be at one with ones fate.
Okay, warm up done, time to head out of the house. I sling my computer
bag over my right shoulder as I step down the stairs. This perfectly
timed motion allows the computer bag strap to envelope the newel post
on the banister. I take two sprightly steps, the bag yanks me back and
down and I do a perfect fR butt bump down the steps, only slowing as
the strap tightens around my neck, yanking my head into the top step.
I slip out of the strap and proceed with the fR butt slide to the
bottom of the stairs. The computer is left swinging gently from the
newel post. Awe yes, still got it.
After lunch, life is a bit dull. Tryptophan-induced comas strike my
coworkers. Time to wake them up.
I'm walking rapidly down a long hallway. I need to get a hold of a
coworker quickly. I'm searching the empty building for her. I hear a
door open behind me, I glance back but continue apace, its not her, I
turn my head back forward. I'm glad I turned my head when I did or I
would have taken the brunt of slamming into the column at full speed
with my shoulder. As it was, I was able to take the blow with my face.
See, I practice hitting things with my head, not my shoulder. My Ki
is strong. I was not only able to break the drywall, but yes, indeed I
was able to use my face to bend the metal corner support with my
forehead. Since I struck the corner of the column at an oblique angle,
only my face stopped, my feet were free to continue, which they did.
The lower part of my body did not stop until it lost traction and the
whole body achieved the horizontal about three feet above the floor. I
was able to slam to the floor without flailing. Like a diver with no
splash, I gained a unanimous ten from the judges when they saw the
beautific smile as I landed.
Yes, the two-inch-long bump and gash will heal, as fR's are like
earthquakes, many small ones relieve the pressure preventing a large
one. Luckily, I'm able to relieve that pressure not only for myself,
but for many of my coworkers. It is a service and a duty that I take
very seriously.
Frank Reid

Frank,

Thanks for the trip report.

brians

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In article .com,
"Frank Reid" wrote:

Some here have denigrated the "full Reid" (or fR). These are the folks
who do not know how hard it truly is to master this art. Like fly
fishing, anyone can flail around, but to really master the task, it
takes much practice.

Frank Reid

Jeeze Frank, just because you now work in the land of the WMD there's
no reason to become one!

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Jeeze Frank, just because you now work in the land of the WMD there's
no reason to become one!

Well, my new office mates here have taken up a donation for one of
these: http://www.lifealert.com/

One neighbor is a very happy insurance agent, the other is a nurse.
Hmmm.

Frank Reid

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Frank Reid typed:
snip

I don't think I could bear to read that again. That you're alive to write it
speaks volumes about your Ki.
--
TL,
Tim
who thinks he's had a bad day if he stubs his toe.
-------------------------
http://css.sbcma.com/timj

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"Frank Reid" wrote in message
oups.com...
Some here have denigrated the "full Reid" (or fR). These are the folks
who do not know how hard it truly is to master this art. Like fly
fishing, anyone can flail around, but to really master the task, it
takes much practice.
For example, let me describe to you how my Monday 3-a-days went. At
the first buzz of the alarm clock at O-dark-thirty, I flailed around
like any newby his first time on a stream, reaching for the snooze
alarm. This flailing for the alarm clock ended up with me jamming the
thumbnail of my left hand into the back of my right hand. I nicked the
small artery, causing copious amounts of blood to stream across my bed
and a Kennedy dollar size bruise to form on my hand.
Frank Reid


Are those Kennedy coins only worth $1.00 now?
....that's as far as I got.
-tom

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It would appear that you are ready for Carnegie Hall!

--
Stev Lenon 91B20 '68-'69
When the dawn came up like thunder

http://web.tampabay.rr.com/stevglo/i...age92kword.htm

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"Frank Reid" wrote in message
oups.com...
Some here have denigrated the "full Reid" (or fR). These are the folks
who do not know how hard it truly is to master this art. Like fly
fishing, anyone can flail around, but to really master the task, it
takes much practice.
For example, let me describe to you how my Monday 3-a-days went. At
the first buzz of the alarm clock at O-dark-thirty, I flailed around
like any newby his first time on a stream, reaching for the snooze
alarm. This flailing for the alarm clock ended up with me jamming the
thumbnail of my left hand into the back of my right hand. I nicked the
small artery, causing copious amounts of blood to stream across my bed
and a Kennedy dollar size bruise to form on my hand. This is my
standard morning warm up. But notice, this is only a warm up, no fR,
as I was flailing. No self respecting fR includes flailing. Flailing
is for amateurs and warming up. To accomplish a fR, one must learn to
succumb to the inevitable and go down with that all knowing smile on
your face. Be at one with ones fate.
Okay, warm up done, time to head out of the house. I sling my computer
bag over my right shoulder as I step down the stairs. This perfectly
timed motion allows the computer bag strap to envelope the newel post
on the banister. I take two sprightly steps, the bag yanks me back and
down and I do a perfect fR butt bump down the steps, only slowing as
the strap tightens around my neck, yanking my head into the top step.
I slip out of the strap and proceed with the fR butt slide to the
bottom of the stairs. The computer is left swinging gently from the
newel post. Awe yes, still got it.
After lunch, life is a bit dull. Tryptophan-induced comas strike my
coworkers. Time to wake them up.
I'm walking rapidly down a long hallway. I need to get a hold of a
coworker quickly. I'm searching the empty building for her. I hear a
door open behind me, I glance back but continue apace, its not her, I
turn my head back forward. I'm glad I turned my head when I did or I
would have taken the brunt of slamming into the column at full speed
with my shoulder. As it was, I was able to take the blow with my face.
See, I practice hitting things with my head, not my shoulder. My Ki
is strong. I was not only able to break the drywall, but yes, indeed I
was able to use my face to bend the metal corner support with my
forehead. Since I struck the corner of the column at an oblique angle,
only my face stopped, my feet were free to continue, which they did.
The lower part of my body did not stop until it lost traction and the
whole body achieved the horizontal about three feet above the floor. I
was able to slam to the floor without flailing. Like a diver with no
splash, I gained a unanimous ten from the judges when they saw the
beautific smile as I landed.
Yes, the two-inch-long bump and gash will heal, as fR's are like
earthquakes, many small ones relieve the pressure preventing a large
one. Luckily, I'm able to relieve that pressure not only for myself,
but for many of my coworkers. It is a service and a duty that I take
very seriously.
Frank Reid


A stumble on the bank......tweaked knee

A slippery shuffle on an algae covered rock.......twisted ankle


A true Full Reid with gashes, bumps, and days for recovery.........Priceless

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"Frank Reid" wrote in message
oups.com...
Some here have denigrated the "full Reid" (or fR). These are the folks
who do not know how hard it truly is to master this art. Like fly
fishing, anyone can flail around, but to really master the task, it
takes much practice.
For example, let me describe to you how my Monday 3-a-days went. At
the first buzz of the alarm clock at O-dark-thirty, I flailed around
like any newby his first time on a stream, reaching for the snooze
alarm. This flailing for the alarm clock ended up with me jamming the
thumbnail of my left hand into the back of my right hand. I nicked the
small artery, causing copious amounts of blood to stream across my bed
and a Kennedy dollar size bruise to form on my hand. This is my
standard morning warm up. But notice, this is only a warm up, no fR,
as I was flailing. No self respecting fR includes flailing. Flailing
is for amateurs and warming up. To accomplish a fR, one must learn to
succumb to the inevitable and go down with that all knowing smile on
your face. Be at one with ones fate.
Okay, warm up done, time to head out of the house. I sling my computer
bag over my right shoulder as I step down the stairs. This perfectly
timed motion allows the computer bag strap to envelope the newel post
on the banister. I take two sprightly steps, the bag yanks me back and
down and I do a perfect fR butt bump down the steps, only slowing as
the strap tightens around my neck, yanking my head into the top step.
I slip out of the strap and proceed with the fR butt slide to the
bottom of the stairs. The computer is left swinging gently from the
newel post. Awe yes, still got it.
After lunch, life is a bit dull. Tryptophan-induced comas strike my
coworkers. Time to wake them up.
I'm walking rapidly down a long hallway. I need to get a hold of a
coworker quickly. I'm searching the empty building for her. I hear a
door open behind me, I glance back but continue apace, its not her, I
turn my head back forward. I'm glad I turned my head when I did or I
would have taken the brunt of slamming into the column at full speed
with my shoulder. As it was, I was able to take the blow with my face.
See, I practice hitting things with my head, not my shoulder. My Ki
is strong. I was not only able to break the drywall, but yes, indeed I
was able to use my face to bend the metal corner support with my
forehead. Since I struck the corner of the column at an oblique angle,
only my face stopped, my feet were free to continue, which they did.
The lower part of my body did not stop until it lost traction and the
whole body achieved the horizontal about three feet above the floor. I
was able to slam to the floor without flailing. Like a diver with no
splash, I gained a unanimous ten from the judges when they saw the
beautific smile as I landed.
Yes, the two-inch-long bump and gash will heal, as fR's are like
earthquakes, many small ones relieve the pressure preventing a large
one. Luckily, I'm able to relieve that pressure not only for myself,
but for many of my coworkers. It is a service and a duty that I take
very seriously.
Frank Reid


Frank, you make Martin Short look like an amateur!

Jim Ray

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On 5 Jun 2006 15:44:55 -0700, "Frank Reid"
wrote:

Some here have denigrated the "full Reid" (or fR). These are the folks
who do not know how hard it truly is to master this art. Like fly
fishing, anyone can flail around, but to really master the task, it
takes much practice.

(snipped lovely descriptions)

Yes, the two-inch-long bump and gash will heal, as fR's are like
earthquakes, many small ones relieve the pressure preventing a large
one. Luckily, I'm able to relieve that pressure not only for myself,
but for many of my coworkers. It is a service and a duty that I take
very seriously.
Frank Reid

We've got to rephrase an old song for you.

Slow down, you move too fast. You've got to make the body last...

Let someone else take some of the bumps, Frank. Pain is supposed to
be a teacher, not a love object.
--

r.bc: vixen
Speaker to squirrels, willow watcher, etc..
Often taunted by trout. Almost entirely harmless. Really.

Don't ask me what time it is lest I'm of
a mood to tell you how to make a clock.

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