Hump Day Catch-up, again
My usual when I have a long one. Stuff behind cuts to spare your friendslist. Today's (well, yesterday, it's 10 minutes into Thursday) interesting note came to me as I was trying to get into work. You know you work in DC when (a) a bomb threat is a legitimate excuse for being late, and (b) they don't put bomb threats in a special alert on the radio. They put it in the traffic report.
PinkShoot, Saturday: A bit over a week from now, will mark the 10th anniversary of this column in Salon, by Jonathan Rauch. A young man in the story, went on to become an NRA instructor, and permit carrier. As it happens, in the early days of the NoVA chapter, Austin used to come out and shoot with us sometimes. This past Saturday, we had a bit of long-time-no-see, as he showed up along with some film students who were shooting a documentary on the PinkPistols. Piccies:
Two of the three young ladies in the film crew had never handled a gun. This omission was corrected. One of our chapter members is now no longer allowed to shoot my Bulgarian Makarov. He can shoot the Russian, but not the Bulgie. Bulgarians are somewhat notorious for doubling when a specific handling error occurs. He got it to triple, once. Oops. The specific error is, pardon the expression, limp-wristing. I shall refrain from jokes. If I'd known Austin was bringing his HK91, I'd have brought a couple boxes of 7.62x51. Oh, well. It's not like we didn't have a ton of other shooting to do.
I'd committed to help out with the CERT booth at the big Home and Garden Show, Sunday afternoon. We did a couple of extraction demos, and other than that we handed out a LOT of brochures. A good time was had by all, even if I didn't see much more than our back corner of the hall.
This week, it's mostly been thawing stuff out. This AM, though, I left a crockpot full of ribs heating up. Tonight, they were so tender that you could just pick up a bone, shake it, and then eat the meat off of your plate. Tonight, I scrubbed and refilled the crockpot. Stocking up for StellarCon, I've made some chili. I figure that a gallon + of chili, and 10 liters of diet Dew, will make an adequate contribution to Barfly Central. Still haven't gotten all the guns packed. Tomorrow night will be a long one.
Work has been interesting, in the Chinese sense. I'm getting really good at nuking drives infected with FakeAlert variations. Bleh. Still, one more day and I'm off to Stellar.
PinkShoot, Saturday: A bit over a week from now, will mark the 10th anniversary of this column in Salon, by Jonathan Rauch. A young man in the story, went on to become an NRA instructor, and permit carrier. As it happens, in the early days of the NoVA chapter, Austin used to come out and shoot with us sometimes. This past Saturday, we had a bit of long-time-no-see, as he showed up along with some film students who were shooting a documentary on the PinkPistols. Piccies:
Two of the three young ladies in the film crew had never handled a gun. This omission was corrected. One of our chapter members is now no longer allowed to shoot my Bulgarian Makarov. He can shoot the Russian, but not the Bulgie. Bulgarians are somewhat notorious for doubling when a specific handling error occurs. He got it to triple, once. Oops. The specific error is, pardon the expression, limp-wristing. I shall refrain from jokes. If I'd known Austin was bringing his HK91, I'd have brought a couple boxes of 7.62x51. Oh, well. It's not like we didn't have a ton of other shooting to do.
I'd committed to help out with the CERT booth at the big Home and Garden Show, Sunday afternoon. We did a couple of extraction demos, and other than that we handed out a LOT of brochures. A good time was had by all, even if I didn't see much more than our back corner of the hall.
This week, it's mostly been thawing stuff out. This AM, though, I left a crockpot full of ribs heating up. Tonight, they were so tender that you could just pick up a bone, shake it, and then eat the meat off of your plate. Tonight, I scrubbed and refilled the crockpot. Stocking up for StellarCon, I've made some chili. I figure that a gallon + of chili, and 10 liters of diet Dew, will make an adequate contribution to Barfly Central. Still haven't gotten all the guns packed. Tomorrow night will be a long one.
Work has been interesting, in the Chinese sense. I'm getting really good at nuking drives infected with FakeAlert variations. Bleh. Still, one more day and I'm off to Stellar.