Guns, Leeks and Celery
I haven't decided if PLAY is a blessing or a curse in my life. All these years I've lusted openly after firearms (both real and replicas), grousing over local firearms laws and the absence of (local) shops that sold replicas and not being able to purchase them overseas. And then PLAY goes and sets up shop in the mall five damn minutes from my house.( It's like having Michal Negrin's store right next to Despard's appartment, oi).
The owner just got back to me on their collection of flintlock firearms, and this is where I'm mired in deep faecal matter: I'm suffering from hyperoptionitis, because I originally *saw* and wanted a British Brown Bess with detachable bayonet (and, hopefully, scabbard), but - goddamn, goddamn! - there's also a very sweet Napoleonic-era French rifled carbine (which was, like, the main firearm of Nappy's officers and the like). Getting both at the same time is not an option, because, while I have a nice stash of disposable income to be used on, uh, whimsies, I was *planning* to spend the greater portion on a new Hamilton this year. (Also, I have my sights set - haha - on a sweet 1795 Springfield replica (that isn't likely to become available anytime soon, and is quite prohibitively expensive, but I can dream, can't I?). GAH.
In other news-
My mother's use of logical reasoning is so cute sometimes. One of the dishes served up at lunch today was - gah - leek-and-celery (and godknowswhatelse) soup, which I loathe with an almighty vengeance (gah, why don't people just go all the way and add coriander! and carrots! to it!). When I refused to be coaxed into eating more than a spoonful of it, she asked plaintively, "But why don't you LIKE it? We (my dad and her) both love it!" ... Uh. Haha. It's a line of reasoning she invariably springs on me every time I express profound hatred for a dish/vegetable, and one that tends to confuse me, because how exactly does one respond to a question like this? "Uh mum, just 'cos you and dad like certain very awful vegetables, doesn't mean that I have to as well?" "Well, you hate pungent mutton, and malodorous fish - which I love -, so why can't I hate celery and leek?" "Even if it's an acquired taste thing, the fact that I refuse to put that revolting thing in my mouth removes all possibility of my ever developing a love for it?" "Oh, and if genetics were involved, then there's absolutely no chance of my acquiring a taste for leek and celery from either of you since I was adopted, and my gene donors were probably leek-and-celery haters?" LOL.
Maybe I could simply resort to the childish, but sure-fire conversation-stopper, "Yuck, I'd sooner eat slime!"
The owner just got back to me on their collection of flintlock firearms, and this is where I'm mired in deep faecal matter: I'm suffering from hyperoptionitis, because I originally *saw* and wanted a British Brown Bess with detachable bayonet (and, hopefully, scabbard), but - goddamn, goddamn! - there's also a very sweet Napoleonic-era French rifled carbine (which was, like, the main firearm of Nappy's officers and the like). Getting both at the same time is not an option, because, while I have a nice stash of disposable income to be used on, uh, whimsies, I was *planning* to spend the greater portion on a new Hamilton this year. (Also, I have my sights set - haha - on a sweet 1795 Springfield replica (that isn't likely to become available anytime soon, and is quite prohibitively expensive, but I can dream, can't I?). GAH.
In other news-
My mother's use of logical reasoning is so cute sometimes. One of the dishes served up at lunch today was - gah - leek-and-celery (and godknowswhatelse) soup, which I loathe with an almighty vengeance (gah, why don't people just go all the way and add coriander! and carrots! to it!). When I refused to be coaxed into eating more than a spoonful of it, she asked plaintively, "But why don't you LIKE it? We (my dad and her) both love it!" ... Uh. Haha. It's a line of reasoning she invariably springs on me every time I express profound hatred for a dish/vegetable, and one that tends to confuse me, because how exactly does one respond to a question like this? "Uh mum, just 'cos you and dad like certain very awful vegetables, doesn't mean that I have to as well?" "Well, you hate pungent mutton, and malodorous fish - which I love -, so why can't I hate celery and leek?" "Even if it's an acquired taste thing, the fact that I refuse to put that revolting thing in my mouth removes all possibility of my ever developing a love for it?" "Oh, and if genetics were involved, then there's absolutely no chance of my acquiring a taste for leek and celery from either of you since I was adopted, and my gene donors were probably leek-and-celery haters?" LOL.
Maybe I could simply resort to the childish, but sure-fire conversation-stopper, "Yuck, I'd sooner eat slime!"