Erratica Reduex

Last night, we were dozing on the couch; in fact, racerxmachina was fully asleep.  Trying to get her to go to bed I kept telling her to get up, when she clearly said to me while still asleep:

"It would be a lot easier if you weren't font size 12".

So tell me, what interesting things have you heard your lovers say while asleep?

So, over the last weekend I:

1) Played a guest hero in the final game of a year-long superhero campaign...that ran Friday night and nearly oall of Saturday. I had a Green lantern Analog, and even if I didn't have that much to do I had a lot of fun. Part of it was the game, and a lot of it was the company.  More on that later.

2) Sunday I got up way, way, WAY too early to go up into the mountains to go shootin' with racerxmachinaas part of her belated birthday present. It started out cool and foggy- almost too cool, but the mountains were beautiful, and eventually the fog cleared away, and it became just a perfect day to be out shooting targets.

• 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.

By the way, the people at the range were really cool and nice- it figures that the people there wouldn't be jerks about guns. there was a lot of checking out of each others guns, including a beautiful genuine W.W.I Mauser. And in spite of the "no instruction" rule, I got some good hints on firing stance and aim from a range master who turned out to be a really interesting SCA guy.


And then I went home, and collapsed and slept for four hours. Then watched anime to unwind. What a weekend.

 For lack of anything else, and out of inspiration, I'm going to start posting recipes.  Tonight: how to appease the fierce  racerxmachinawith an improvised drink.  

So the racerexmachina demands a martini, and then abruptly changes her mind and "requests" a fruity drink.  Normally, this is code for a voda-lingonberrry spritzer, but horrors, you have no seltzer water!  What to do?  WHAT DO YOU DO!?

You come up with this version of the highball, which I call, modestly,

The Roseembolism:

You need the following:

Vodka that RxM says is indistinguishable from Skyy, even though it costs half as much
Lingonberry syrup
Diet Coke
a highball glass
ice

Toss the ice into the highball glass
Pour 1.5 jiggers of cheap vodka you want to get rid of as fast as possible  into the glass
Splash lingonberry syrup  to taste into the glass
 fill with diet coke

Serve on a silver platter, or barring that, plop it on the mouse pad, and run.

Go back to the kitchen and make your own.

Enjoy.