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dragonlady7I managed to get to roller derby practice last night too. It was awesome, and I blogged more about it over here. I sort of feel like maybe I shouldn't blog so much about roller derby here, but we'll see: every time I've tried to break things out into a separate blog it's failed, so you know I'll be back. I just feel like I should put something up on Myspace that isn't whining, since that's all that most of the rollergirls see of me.
In other news I just got an email from my Dad and he is so adorable. It's a long email and i know it must've taken him an hour or more to write it, because he types so slowly. (It's a sign of their generation, I think, that my mother types 100 wpm but is uncomfortable learning new tasks on the computer, while Dad is largely unintimidated by new computer programs as he had to learn a lot of them for work, but was never taught to type properly. Of course girls were taught to type! But why would you teach a boy to type? Hah!)
He's bought himself a new pistol, a .22, because try as he might he's never really become that comfortable with the larger-caliber pistols that are standard in the Army, and now that he doesn't need to use them he's happier not doing so. Also, the ammunition for a .22 is tremendously cheaper than for a .45 or a 9mm, and the muzzle report is a great deal less loud, and the weapon is much lighter. In general they're just so much easier and safer to handle (not that a bullet ain't a bullet, but for example hearing protection and the amount the gun kicks are much more manageable for the smaller caliber), and he's been wanting one for a while. So Ann and Katy bought him a gift certificate to the gun shop he frequents, and so he finally went ahead and got the pistol he wanted.
I don't know if I mentioned that I bought him (with some chipping in from Fiona) a new-antique straight razor (newly made from old parts; authentically old, but never used), and while he had said he probably wouldn't use it every day, he's been using it a lot this past week and giving me updates, with great glee. So I'm glad for that.
Ed. note: I saw that pistol permit. Yes, it featured a black-and-white photograph of my father at about 30 with a neatly trimmed but very full beard, and yes, "terrorist" is the word I would've used to describe his appearance. When I went in with Ann and Katy to get the gift certificate, the gun shop clerk asked who it was for as he figured he'd probably know the guy, and we described that pistol permit and the clerk laughed and said, "Oh yes, him."
In other news I just got an email from my Dad and he is so adorable. It's a long email and i know it must've taken him an hour or more to write it, because he types so slowly. (It's a sign of their generation, I think, that my mother types 100 wpm but is uncomfortable learning new tasks on the computer, while Dad is largely unintimidated by new computer programs as he had to learn a lot of them for work, but was never taught to type properly. Of course girls were taught to type! But why would you teach a boy to type? Hah!)
He's bought himself a new pistol, a .22, because try as he might he's never really become that comfortable with the larger-caliber pistols that are standard in the Army, and now that he doesn't need to use them he's happier not doing so. Also, the ammunition for a .22 is tremendously cheaper than for a .45 or a 9mm, and the muzzle report is a great deal less loud, and the weapon is much lighter. In general they're just so much easier and safer to handle (not that a bullet ain't a bullet, but for example hearing protection and the amount the gun kicks are much more manageable for the smaller caliber), and he's been wanting one for a while. So Ann and Katy bought him a gift certificate to the gun shop he frequents, and so he finally went ahead and got the pistol he wanted.
I don't know if I mentioned that I bought him (with some chipping in from Fiona) a new-antique straight razor (newly made from old parts; authentically old, but never used), and while he had said he probably wouldn't use it every day, he's been using it a lot this past week and giving me updates, with great glee. So I'm glad for that.
In order to have this pistol, I had to go to the County Clerk's office to get it put on my permit; then the store could give it to me. The person who handles permits was very nice, and very efficient (a government employee!). As my permit was 31 years old, and the photo showed me in a full beard looking like a terrorist, that all had to be updated, a new photo taken, and a thumbprint! Very high-tech. All took 10 minutes (she also told me that if I die, my next-of-kin have 10 days to contact her, turn in the permit, and tell her how the guns will be disposed of! Something to think about, as anyone in NY has to have a permit to get them). So, Ann & I picked up the gun yesterday and tried it out. We both shot better with it than we had with the other ones. It's pleasant to fire, and with ammo cheaper, much more enticing to try different techniques. It will make practice more inviting, and I think will easily help improve accuracy for the beginners.
I've also been practicing, on & off with the razor. The strop & supplies for it arrived yesterday, but I haven't tried it out yet. it's interesting to use. A pistol & razor - a great Christmas!
Ed. note: I saw that pistol permit. Yes, it featured a black-and-white photograph of my father at about 30 with a neatly trimmed but very full beard, and yes, "terrorist" is the word I would've used to describe his appearance. When I went in with Ann and Katy to get the gift certificate, the gun shop clerk asked who it was for as he figured he'd probably know the guy, and we described that pistol permit and the clerk laughed and said, "Oh yes, him."
