Fencing, Fencing and Women's Fencing
Yes, this week my FaceBook Page is all about Fencing! Especially Women's Fencing!
Why?
Because Audible.com has thrown up an ad there for the new The Privilege of the Sword (TPOTS) audiobook, and I want to see it!
It is one of those things that pops up in response to your interests - and my liaison there (She Who is Known as Neil's Representative on Earth) rather cleverly thought that while the Olympics were on, we could bag a lot of eyeballs from Women's Fencing Enthusiasts, and bring them over to Riverside. But in order to see the ad pop up myself, I must mention mittens fencing. And so must all my friends!!! In comments on my page, I guess - and maybe even, as one person suggested, on their own? ("Try getting your friends to mention women's fencing as well.. that sometimes helps direct the ads.")
We are having a lot of fun in the Comments. And I am learning all sorts of things about people's pasts with swords - Who knew Jane Yolen was a fencer in college? that Tiffany Trent does Chinese straightsword? that Lucy Sussex's student is "writing a book on a C17th French woman fencer and opera singer. Also burnt down a nunnery." ?
Come join us - it's a great lark! (FYI: I am happy to accept pretty much anyone as a FB friend. Feel free to drop me a message letting me know who you are - but it's not a requirement anymore.)
In other news: I have a new computer. And I fell down a manhole in Lowell. But I am, as you can see, all right.*
*I will write it up later today, as it's not the sort of thing that happens often - and, yes, I was thinking as I sat nursing my pride and my wounds, "I can use this!" So don't want to forget. A brief spasm of concern for the fact that latest research shows if you've experienced a traumatic incident you're supposed to think of fluffy puppies & like that, rather than to dwell on it . . . But so far my dreams have been benign and my bruises are healing, so I think that's all right. One of the nice things about having a short attention span.
Why?
Because Audible.com has thrown up an ad there for the new The Privilege of the Sword (TPOTS) audiobook, and I want to see it!
It is one of those things that pops up in response to your interests - and my liaison there (She Who is Known as Neil's Representative on Earth) rather cleverly thought that while the Olympics were on, we could bag a lot of eyeballs from Women's Fencing Enthusiasts, and bring them over to Riverside. But in order to see the ad pop up myself, I must mention mittens fencing. And so must all my friends!!! In comments on my page, I guess - and maybe even, as one person suggested, on their own? ("Try getting your friends to mention women's fencing as well.. that sometimes helps direct the ads.")
We are having a lot of fun in the Comments. And I am learning all sorts of things about people's pasts with swords - Who knew Jane Yolen was a fencer in college? that Tiffany Trent does Chinese straightsword? that Lucy Sussex's student is "writing a book on a C17th French woman fencer and opera singer. Also burnt down a nunnery." ?
Come join us - it's a great lark! (FYI: I am happy to accept pretty much anyone as a FB friend. Feel free to drop me a message letting me know who you are - but it's not a requirement anymore.)
In other news: I have a new computer. And I fell down a manhole in Lowell. But I am, as you can see, all right.*
*I will write it up later today, as it's not the sort of thing that happens often - and, yes, I was thinking as I sat nursing my pride and my wounds, "I can use this!" So don't want to forget. A brief spasm of concern for the fact that latest research shows if you've experienced a traumatic incident you're supposed to think of fluffy puppies & like that, rather than to dwell on it . . . But so far my dreams have been benign and my bruises are healing, so I think that's all right. One of the nice things about having a short attention span.