Erratica Reduex

racerxmachina

• We got instructions, and though I was very, very cautious, my major fear did not materialize: I did not drop a gun, I did not shoot anyone in the foot, nor did I forget and accidentally point at anyone anything that shouldn't be pointed at anyone.
• Of the three pistols we had (.22 auto target, .357 magnum, .45 automatic) the .22 was best for target shooting, with low recoil and a long barrel. The .357 was almost as good, and had the advantage of easier to see bullet holes. The .45 had a lot of kick to it, and I tended to not be accurate.
• I tend to overcompensate my aim for the anticipated recoil- have to work on that. it wasn't so bad on the short range targets, but the 40 meter plinking range ment I only got one good hit in, with the .357 of all things. That Nestle's Quick bottle will never menace the earth again!
• The targets were silhouettes, and after some deliberation, I decided not to take any home to pin on my annoying downstairs neighbor's front door, or put behind my desk at the office.
• My lovely sweet dear racerxmachinaallowed afterward that some time we could get some guns if we take shooting up as a hobby, most likely either a .22 or M-1 rifle, and some light pistols.
• She STILL won't let me buy a crossbow. And that's just injustice. She pointed out the reduced ineffectiveness of crossbows vs. zombies; I should have pointed out theri increased usefulness against vampires.

   
Pleasant indeed.  I went outside on my usual afternoon saunter around the building, and it wasn't too hot.  Even walking across the parking lot didn't feel like crossing Death Valley like it did earlier this week.

Which is a good thing, because I have a lot to do this afternoon: go to the bank, buy beer, get two watermelons, dash home, doctor one of the melons, help clean up, prep the grill, get my pre-party panic out of the way, prep veggies, fix dinner, water the cats, feed the plants....

Thankfully it won't be so hot like it was before, when all I could do is lie around and think fond thoughts of a beer trough.  beer is going to be drunken like civilized people tomorrow!

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