I was up really late the other night. Obviously the term “really late” is subjective, but I certainly thought it was late; it was well past the witching hour. Anyway, back to the original point…wait, was there an original point? Yeah, that is right there was an original point, I just haven’t made it yet.
So it was late at night (early in the morning rather) and I was flipping through television channels because that is what one usually does when it is late at night and they cannot sleep. One of the HBO’s had a movie that was just beginning called “Kenpo Master”. I hit the description button on my remote and found out that “Kenpo Master” was a pretty lame martial arts movie.
I weighed my options, I could watch “Kenpo Master” and perhaps be slightly entertained, or I could watch something else. I decided that a) I have to justify paying for HBO by actually watching it sometimes and b) I was much too lazy to search through any more television channels. So I watched “Kenpo Master”, I watched all ninety minutes of its glory.
The movie wasn’t that bad for being a bad movie, in other words, it was horrible but not grotesquely so. My problem with the movie was that the hero was obviously the “bad ass” of the bunch. He was strong, athletic, and, by far, the best martial artist in the movie. But his toughness was dummied down. He was taking shots and getting the crap beaten out of him by these small little oriental dudes that he could have easily ripped in half.
Anyway, the moral of this post is that winning is half the battle, but losing could also be half the battle if you lose, and knowing never counts for much.
