Sneak Peek

Alright lovely people, this blogger is gonna go ahead and say she will not be posting for a few days because she knows full and well she will not have time. However, next week is sure to be an awesome treat. Next week is Banned Book Week here in the USA, and not only is that a fabulous thing to dedicate a week to, but also a most meaty subject for a blog. Thus, starting the 30th, and ending the 6th, my posts shall be dedicated to all things forbidden and literary. While I am going to focus on the situation here in the US, I would most encourage any of my international readers to do their own version, because I must admit to being woefully ignorant on the topic outside of my country (and even that is a recent acquiring of knowledge). I know I’m definitely not the only one to be posting about this event, so let’s all have an online party celebrating a commitment to the availability of literature. The festivities begin this Sunday!

Stress Relief?

My day yesterday was so full of awesome shenanigans, I hardly know where to start. PNinja and I were supposed to just chill out, watch Hot Sets, and chow on salsa. Then, the fateful conversation that decided the course of my day.

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Yup, I chose to go shooting. Now, I do not condone violence, and guns have always made me wary. However, I decided to go for a few reasons.

1. Totally new experience,  which often means that one should strongly consider carefully before refusal.
2. If I am ever in a situation, God forbid, where a gun is present in a less than friendly manner, then I want to know more than just fear. I want to know exactly what it is I am facing, and I can’t know fully without ever having fired one.
3. A chance to hang out with some excellent people who really find this stress relieving and therefore do it well and often. I could trust them to keep us safe, and there could be much fun on top of it.
Hobey ho! I went to shoot some stuff

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All the lovelies laid out in a row. The top is Sweet Shooter’s special favorite, which he fondly calls his “Russian Hand Cannon.” (The name is extremely appropriate. The thing is loud, vibrates everything within a good 20ft radius, and spits a huge shot of flame.)

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Just comparing different stuff.

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More comparison

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Sweet Shooter with the ’22 he started myself and Super Lady (the other novice) out on to get us used to the feeling of shooting.

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Basically, this gun has absolutely no kick and is easy to aim with a scope. Remember that itty bitty bullet you saw earlier? It’s the ammo that went into this gun. I did hit a target on my first shot 🙂

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PNinja is basically in a quandary over which one to shoot next. She is practiced in this activity so she was all over the adventure.

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So, with this gun….

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I shot this bottle. It was one of two full of water, and Sweet Shooter loaded the gun with a type of bullet that basically expands after entry, meaning it obliterates the object on the exit. We were going to take turns trying to hit them with only one shot per turn, and I went first. I hit this bad boy, and managed to clip the label off the other.

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But, the day belonged to the paint ninjas, because PNinja got the second bottle.

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If I had to choose, I preferred this little guy. Though he but little, he is a ’45 that packs a wicked punch.

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Yes, I do indeed feel a little badass when I see this picture.

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The coworker who let us shoot on his property, Fog Master, was kind enough to whip up a most hardy meal before we went on our way. Ahhh, perfection.

Let me be completely clear with you dear reader. There were no living things harmed in this outing aside from the grass that might have been mowed when a bullet struck the dirt. All the seasoned veterans present were very adamant about safety and were very aware of their surroundings. Though we enjoyed ourselves thoroughly, there was never any horseplay with a loaded weapon facing a person. Even the unloaded pieces were treated as if they were loaded. Though I will not pretend I am a complete advocate of gun ownership, I do have a stronger respect and understanding for them as machines, and I can see how going out and shooting Christmas decorations with varying levels of firepower could be stress relieving. The day continued to be awesome, but save that for another post 😉

The Market (the Pumpkins)

I may be in Florida, but today lifted my spirits into an autumn song that almost allowed me to see the leaves change on the trees around me. After a wretched two evenings, a simple trip to the farmers market with the lovely ZeldaStark managed to completely put me in a glorious place. Turns out all I needed were some pumpkins 🙂

What I see every time I go, with a little extra on the side.

So many glorious gourds!

This lady makes them look even more fantastic!

So many different kinds!

So ugly, it’s pretty

This is a sight that was so visually rich I almost felt tearful.

 

Some of the more interesting things in this world are sometimes in places that we already love.

 

I Am the Wolf

This is a clip from Walt Disney’s, The Sword in the Stone (brilliant movie by the way). Let’s just say, I feel like the wolf in this clip, and I will especially feel how he does at the summit by the end of this month.

Superhero

Life is about to get real crazy, real quick. The Halloween event that we have all been sacrificing much of our sanity to prepare finally opens with a “preview” this weekend. I tell you what, PNinja and I ran around like crazy ladies last week, dodging no small amount of interference and unexpected additions to our work load, and we managed to accomplish an incredible amount of stuff. In fact, our entire list was completed just as Big Man 1 requested. This week, we have been working late hours, including some that we were originally not scheduled to work, and generally traipsing all over this tiny portion of God’s creation on our own two feet to get all the little odds and ends tied up before the horde descends. Last night, I found myself out with a few other technicians (PNinja, Super Lady, Sweet Shooter, and CoolGirl), and we had ourselves a merry time. While there was certainly some griping about the state of affairs, we ultimately pressed on to exchanging silly stories involving counterweight fly systems (yes, this is what theatre technicians end up talking about in a bar). Today, I took the day to rest and recuperate, considering I have rather heinous hours for the foreseeable future. Aside from completely forgetting about going to knitting group (can we say brain operating on very low battery?), I had a charming day. I had incredible phone conversations with Persephone and Handsome, and I managed to finally start a book that the Philosopher lent me ages ago. I cooked myself a glorious chicken lunch with Persephone on speaker-phone coaching me through the finer points of garlic use in cooking. Because I am working really late hours, I have taken to eating my bigger meal in the midst of the day rather than try and haul a heavy meal to work that I only get to eat around 8-10PM depending on the break time. Aside from being slightly anxious about the weekend, I am feeling rather elated. I am blessed with excellent relationships, I have adequate shelter, and a higher-up in my workplace called PNinja and myself the “superheroes” of this year’s Halloween event. He said this directly to our faces with no prompting, which positively made me preen my egotistical feathers. Mayhaps I will be a puddle of goop by the end of all this, but I will still be a “superhero” puddle.

Outakes (A Lovely Weekend)

Handsome came to visit, and we had a lovely time traipsing about. First, the Dali Museum.

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This museum holds the largest collection of Dali’s works in the United States. The architecture of the building is supremely whimsical, and the staircase in the pictures above is a signature part of the museum’s appearance. I could not take photos in the galleries where the work is displayed, but suffice it to say I was blown backwards and sideways by much of what I saw.

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Another fun thing about the museum is that it has lovely photo opportunities. The first set is of the third floor gallery looking out into the garden and the marina beyond. The second is in front of a foam sculpture out in the garden that includes sculptures and a labyrinth.

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Seeing as how we were in the area, we decided to stop by the beach. Twas a perfect day for it, with perfectly flat water and the weather cooperating right until we left.

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What better way to top off an excellent weekend than a trip to the farmers market? We joined ZeldaStark for the trip, and she basically flipped out at the sight of some pumpkins that were sitting on display. My basket this week included the usual fare, with the addition of champagne mangos and kiwi. Could not have asked for a better time.

Morning Thunder

This morning, I awoke to thunder and rain drumming insistently on the roof. I found myself in a state of comfort and well-being that surprised me slightly. I have always been dreadfully frightened of thunder storms. Ever since I was little, awakening to the crash and collision of sudden bursts of light with the sound of the sky breaking open sent me running to my parent’s room every time. Even into my young adult years, I have not found the solace and even joy that the majority of my loved ones find in the storm. I love a good rainstorm, it’s just the kind that comes with thunder that makes me nervous. Right before I came to Florida, I rode out a particularly nasty storm snuggled under a blanket with my dad, who was trying to provide some reassurance to both myself and a completely frightened dog (Galinda by name). We all rode out the storm in the dark, my dad speaking quietly about how he enjoys watching thunderstorms in the dark, the blinds wide open, observing the lightening and the rain. Florida is certainly not the place to live if one is frightened of thunderstorms, and I must admit that my first few made me jumpy. However, I started a brave new ritual. When I am in my apartment, and a thunderstorm begins to shake the sky, I make myself a cup of tea, open the blinds, snuggle into a blanket on the couch, and watch. Slowly, the nerves recede into the heat of my drink, and into the wonder of watching lightening dance.  Awakening this morning to the storm, a state that usually causes me extreme discomfort, I caught myself smiling contentedly. I turned over in my bed, and just listened.