Halfway to a Dream

sais

Man, I haven’t posted in a while. So I’m just going to have to tell you about my sais. That’s right, my FREAKING NINJA WEAPON SAIS. I bought them at the flea market last year — the same flea market where I’m pretty sure there’s a sign on the front gate that says you can’t sell weapons. And these aren’t rubber-but-realistic-looking practice weapons for little babies. Nah dude, they’re made of steel and the tears of dolphins.

So now I’m halfway to a life dream of owning all of the Ninja Turtle weapons. Dream big. But I have to hurry, because there’s a limited amount of time in one’s life where it’s socially acceptable to have deadly ninja weapons adorning the walls.

Dreams are milk. Some are full of fat and some are water thin. They’re sweet if you taste them in just the right way. Or they curdle and they expire. Some expire after childhood, like the one about diving into a massive ice cream sundae. Literally—like a swimming pool filled with ice cream. I mean, that’s a cool dream and all, but now you’re just lactose intolerant and besides, it would be sticky.

Some dreams expire because you give up. It happens to everyone. Don’t be too hard on yourself about it. Some dreams you forget, and then you remember, like waking up blank as a sheet, and remembering while brushing your teeth. Some dreams stop making sense. Some dreams cross paths and make you chose just one.

Ninja Turtle weapons are like that. Like if you want to do the parenthood thing one day. Because swords and blood and babies and stuff. So I’ve got to make it happen. Soon. A quest. I just have to find a bo staff and katanas. Except I don’t want to be boring and just buy them from the Karate Super Store. Which, by the way, I have no idea if that exists, but if it did I would go everyday and just randomly start karate kicking in aisle seven.

See, I want to source the weapons from the wild, just as I found the nunchuks and sais. It’s the difference between bringing a bottle of store-bought wine to a party and bringing one fermented with wild berries you personally sourced from the northern forests. Basically, anytime you source something from the wild, it impresses people.

Hey man, I bought these sais from a dude with one tooth at the flea market, where he was also selling a gallon-sized can of kidney beans for ten dollars, and I’m not sure if that was supposed to be an antique can for collecting or just a bargain for dinner. So. Are you impressed? Well? ANSWER THE QUESTION. ARE YOU?

The wife says she’s just impressed I haven’t accidentally lacerated my scalp yet. Fair enough. I’ll take what I can get.

We also had this conversation:

Me: I’m writing about my sais.

Her: What? Your size?

Me: Sais!

Her: Size?

That went back and forth for about ten minutes. We’re like old people now. That’s cool.

Spring is coming, people. Yard sales and sketchy flea markets are happening. It’s time for me to make this dream happen. And then maybe I’ll knock off a few more on my list. Like learning how to make balloon animals. That would totally impress people. Party trick and popularity and unending admiration for life.

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10 responses to “Halfway to a Dream

  1. good post, loved the dream variations.

  2. As much as I love the ninja turtles, I’d never actually buy the weapons. I’m ye kind of person who’d find a way to hurt myself with the plastic action figures, dude. (trip over them –> fall down the stairs/out of window –> break a few bones.. Simple equation). In fact that’s probably why I never bought anything except the plushies. I’m glad you got the sais right. Havin to go back would just be Bo-ring.. (that was pretty nunchukleable. Yes you can stab me now, lol)

    Congrats on your distinct lack of lacerations! And fulfilling half a dream too! (loved the dream analogy. Mine are all chocolate flavored, meh. That’s why I’m hungry all the time). But yes, you got a good night’s sleep ahead of ya, ninja know? =P

  3. Funny article. :)

  4. Ninja Turtles are awesome. I admire this dream of yours.

  5. Oddly enough, I thought I already commented here – all the same, the original costumes are at the museum in Indianapolis right now … I am total turtle freak … had a crush on Raphael for eons!!!! Anyhoo, I am thoroughly impressed by your wall hangings!! Cowabunga dude!

  6. Great post. Another benefit of hanging dangerous weapons on walls is that you will have very interesting conversations with guests.

  7. Surfing Pizza is living the Dream

  8. If you’re any good with tools, you can make a staff like Donatello’s. Just take a 2 by 4 that’s about as tall or a little shorter than you and shave it on a lathe to make it round and smooth. You can then get a piece of scrap leather and wrap it around the middle. When I was a teenager, I was a huge fan of Xena. This is how my dad made me a staff like Gabrielle’s. Of course, you’d leave off the animal fur on the end of the staff…

  9. Far Away Books

    >>>But I have to hurry, because there’s a limited amount of time in one’s life where it’s socially acceptable to have deadly ninja weapons adorning the walls.>>>

    Pishaw. This is the 21st Century. Besides, a pair of sais is practical. They can double as chicken rotisserie during summer barbeques and if someone gets a little drunk and rowdy, well . . . nothing like a red hot sais!

  10. I really like your statement about dreams. :)

    Good luck with the Ninja Turtle weapon collection, hope you collect them all. Those weapon are so cool! :) Go Ninjas! :)

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