I did something on Monday night that have always been curious about. Something I was raised not to do, and my parents were a little disappointed in me...
I went to a shooting range. And it was awesome.
Now, I know what your thinking, the girl who cannot work a remote should not be allowed to operate firearms, and I agree. Frankly, I'm shocked they let me drive a car. But it's something I have been curious about for awhile so I decided to give it a go. I went with the dad of someone I work with, and, having never met me, he seemed to trust I wouldn't kill anyone.
I had never held, shot, or been around guns at all. Needles to say when he opened the gun case, took out his Smith and Wesson revolver, loaded it and then wordlessly handed it to me I was a little shocked. I gingerly took it and began shooting.
It was fun, thought I was nervous the whole time. I felt comfortable shooting, but after each round I felt an instinctual urge to get the gun far, far away from me.
I still would like to own a gun (I will explain later my certainty of the coming apocalypse), but I find gun culture is something that's not easy to break into. A super liberal 5'2 girl that is an atheist, and a wanna be vegetarian doesn't exactly blend in a world of cameo pants and Huckabee posters.
Perfect example: My tutor wanted to illustrate something for me, so he asked for a pen. I quickly grabbed one from my purse and handed it to him. As he wrote I had to stifle my laughter. He used the top of his gun case for a table, on it a large sticker proclaimed "proud member of the National Rifle Association" he was drawing me a picture of a gun barrel. The pen I had given him? It read:
"Proud Supporter of Planned Parenthood"
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Irrational Me
I was talking to a friend the other day about technology. A phrase I repeat frequently is "I hate technology." But that's not really true, I just don't understand it. And that makes me angry.
I'm bringing this up for several reasons, first I deleted my blog last week because I was mad. Mad that I had to take the time to update it, mad that people weren't commenting, mad that I was even blogging. How cliche. But I kinda like blogging, and who cares if people don't read it or feel the need to comment? So for now I'm a blogger.
Secondly I frequently feel the need to share the dumb ass things that happen to me, and what better place then this? So last night when I realized what an idiot I am I thought, "I have to blog this." And so I am.
For about three years I have not had a remote to my TV, and my DVD remote only works sometimes. This causes problems when I want to watch say, the third episode on a disc and can't navigate the menu. Sometimes the default is play all, in which case I can hit the play button on the machine and skip through all the episodes. But sometimes the default is on a particular episode, and won't advance without the remote, or it's defaulted to play commentary, crazy things like that. As you can imagine this has let to frustration on my part, cursing, throwing things, possibly tears. Yet I never thought to buy a new remote, or DVD player, or, apparently, change the batteries. Yes, last night I wanted a Wonderfalls fix, but my remote wasn't cooperating. After some angry words I spied a small radio I use to listen to baseball. I saw the radio, I saw the remote with its batteries strewn about the room (it may have been briefly air born), and I thought, "this might be crazy enough to work." And it did.
Three years of DVD frustration and I'll I needed to do was get two AA batteries. I hate technology.
I'm bringing this up for several reasons, first I deleted my blog last week because I was mad. Mad that I had to take the time to update it, mad that people weren't commenting, mad that I was even blogging. How cliche. But I kinda like blogging, and who cares if people don't read it or feel the need to comment? So for now I'm a blogger.
Secondly I frequently feel the need to share the dumb ass things that happen to me, and what better place then this? So last night when I realized what an idiot I am I thought, "I have to blog this." And so I am.
For about three years I have not had a remote to my TV, and my DVD remote only works sometimes. This causes problems when I want to watch say, the third episode on a disc and can't navigate the menu. Sometimes the default is play all, in which case I can hit the play button on the machine and skip through all the episodes. But sometimes the default is on a particular episode, and won't advance without the remote, or it's defaulted to play commentary, crazy things like that. As you can imagine this has let to frustration on my part, cursing, throwing things, possibly tears. Yet I never thought to buy a new remote, or DVD player, or, apparently, change the batteries. Yes, last night I wanted a Wonderfalls fix, but my remote wasn't cooperating. After some angry words I spied a small radio I use to listen to baseball. I saw the radio, I saw the remote with its batteries strewn about the room (it may have been briefly air born), and I thought, "this might be crazy enough to work." And it did.
Three years of DVD frustration and I'll I needed to do was get two AA batteries. I hate technology.
OOPS
So, I got mad at blogging and deleted it. Now I'm back, but I lost my old posts. So I guess I will just start over. Hope you keep reading and I'll explain more soon.
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