Art achieved, and Mom loves the P90...
dpawtows and I spent some time at the NWC storage unit yesterday; this year's round of repairing art forms is done. Made a total of ten panels over the summer, all of the newer lightweight variety. Not sure how many lightweight panels we have at this point, but it may be close to half. Loading and unloading the forms gets easier every year :-)
On stranger news, talked to Mom over the weekend. She attended some sort of NRA camp, an all-female thing. She was gushing about it. While I find firearms interesting from an engineering, historical, and even gaming sense, I can't say that I've got any particular interest in firing one myself. Someone at work went to an indoor pistol range in Everett and invited Daniel and I along, let us shoot his guns. Was somewhat interesting the first time. We were both pretty bored with it the second. Never went back for a third.
But at least this means that firearms are something I can talk to Mom about. (Lately, telephone conversations with her are mostly about her and Dad's health problems, or her screaming about politics). She seems really fond of the P90. I avoided making any remarks about how effective they are against Goa'uld, as that was the first thing that came to mind :-) She also got to shoot a bunch of pistols, shotguns, some sub-machine guns, and a sniper rifle.
When we were kids, Dad always kept hunting rifles (unloaded) in a case and a pistol (loaded) in his nightstand. Don't think either of them ever figured out that Daniel and I would play cops and robbers with the pistol when they weren't home. Perhaps I should tell her if the subject of trigger guards ever comes up; although it would probably just disturb her to no good end.
On stranger news, talked to Mom over the weekend. She attended some sort of NRA camp, an all-female thing. She was gushing about it. While I find firearms interesting from an engineering, historical, and even gaming sense, I can't say that I've got any particular interest in firing one myself. Someone at work went to an indoor pistol range in Everett and invited Daniel and I along, let us shoot his guns. Was somewhat interesting the first time. We were both pretty bored with it the second. Never went back for a third.
But at least this means that firearms are something I can talk to Mom about. (Lately, telephone conversations with her are mostly about her and Dad's health problems, or her screaming about politics). She seems really fond of the P90. I avoided making any remarks about how effective they are against Goa'uld, as that was the first thing that came to mind :-) She also got to shoot a bunch of pistols, shotguns, some sub-machine guns, and a sniper rifle.
When we were kids, Dad always kept hunting rifles (unloaded) in a case and a pistol (loaded) in his nightstand. Don't think either of them ever figured out that Daniel and I would play cops and robbers with the pistol when they weren't home. Perhaps I should tell her if the subject of trigger guards ever comes up; although it would probably just disturb her to no good end.