Swords and Girlfriends Analogy

Haha, I spent some time trying to work out a version of "don't get TOO frisky with her, Tom!" that would fit this context, but I think the analogy has its limits. :lol:

I suppose it's as if I'm out of town for a few weeks and I've asked a trusted friend to make sue my lady has good company and doesn't get bored and lonely while I'm away. And you can take her out for her favorite meal and dancing while I'm out...


Actually, you know what, no. This analogy is just as dangerous either way.

:roll:

I think katana's are like those women in the Robert Palmer video. Sexy but they all kinda have the same style.

Euros are a day at the beach, all types.

Hn, I dunno. If you think there isn't a Western Sword subculture on par with (or possibly surpassing) that of the fascination with Eastern offerings, you've never been to a gathering of the SCA, LOL. Those folks are exhaustive in their knowledge and obsession with minutiae. (I say this as primarily a compliment. )

Like the sweeping of my rapier's hilt
Thy platinum tresses flow
As the pommel on mine Albion
Thy cherub cheeks do glow

In bright moonlight's gleam thy slender form
My Claymore imitates
And as does my Oakshotte Eighteen D
Thine ample bossom rates

In the manner of my Broadsword's point
Thine ire dost cut me so
Yet as ito's softly woven silk
Mine wrath thy smile does slow

But as countless blades call out my name
And ever seize my eye
So the passion of a single girl
Could never satisfy

Ditto. Made my skin all tingly! Lol.

^ This.

In my collection, I have a couple goofballs, an old wise woman, a few kids from the wrong side of town that are now living the good life, a very large village idiot, couple suave 'foreigners' who don't quite fit in but are loved, welcomed and respected all the same, some sho'ties who command respect, some sho'ties who don't, a skinny un' with a sharp wit who just can't seem to get full, some flashy fellas who are all bark and no 'bite', some very refined society gals, some who have been through rough times who are all now back to being pampered, a light, fast blade that was never meant to cut but somehow has managed to anyway, siblings from far away who don't have much family as yet but slowly, their family is growing, and getting larger (meaning blade size) with every new blade that comes along, and a warrior of unassuming origins who, despite the peaceful name that was bestowed upon him, seems to crave blood more than tatami.

This, in a nutshell, is the personality of my entire sword collection (minus knives and wooden weapons). I know them all well, and love them all just as much. they're my silent, steely, extended family. XD The village idiot actually surprised us all a few weeks back by managing to cut the first bottle it has ever cut in the 5 + years it has been in our care. Maybe that one is more a goofball and not an idiot after all...it's certainly the village watchdog, as its size makes it incredibly intimidating.

They all remain close to me and within my line of vision 90% of the time.