lock your elbows when firing a pistol so you don't get a gun to the forehead...always lead the bird...;-)
lock your elbows when firing a pistol so you don't get a gun to the forehead...always lead the bird...;-)
...always lead the bird...;-)
I have no idea what that means, but I'll ask for a lesson.![]()

:angry: Snakebit. The gun range was closed, and Mr. Nofunn decided to grade papers tonight instead. I couldn't make this up if I tried--I seriously was not quite as interesting as work that didn't need to be done until Tuesday. I hope he's thanking whatever god he has that I DON'T know how to use a gun right now. I painted my toenails for this.
I went to my school's football game and ran into one of my students who lives a few miles from me. His parents regularly invite the faculty out to their farm to shoot. In addition to what Mr. Nofunn offered me, they have 50-caliber machine guns, M-20s, a tank (yes, a tank,) and they make their own dynamite. Their gun room (which is the size of most folks' living rooms) requires a handprint passkey to get in, and if the alarm goes off the local SWAT team gets a direct alert. My student's dad invited me to come next weekend. I don't know if I'll invite my new "friend" or not.
Seagrovegirl, that siggy you borrowed has been on my mind a lot today!
Your assignment is to get angry in the most unique, brilliant, and constructive way possible. Merely being annoyed and muttering generic curses will definitely not be sufficient. Nor will it work for you to get consumed in knee-jerk rage or to be peeved about the same old boring targets that everyone reacts to. What the cosmos needs from you this week, Aries, is a controlled explosion of liberated, compassionate, laser-sharp fury that will fuel your ingenious drive to change everything for the better.

i'm so jealous nohall. really, you jus' don't know, but i'm more happy for you than anything!![]()
'tis quite alright.I'll send you his phone number. Home and work.
