And all that advice, out of any meaningful context, reminds me of a routine Bob Hope (I think) did in a movie, a western spoof. He, a tenderfoot, somehow got roped into one of those 30 paces at dawn shoot outs with the local fast draw. And the night before gets all this advice...keep the sun over his left shoulder, always draw from the right, etc...which he mumbles to himself the next morning, as he advances toward the desperado...all totally garbled, of course.