11/4/13

I don’t really have a lot to report.  Saturday morning I met John at the Mazda dealer where he was having his car serviced.  We then went to breakfast where I asked, “So what time is ‘Ender’s Game’ showing?”  He looked it up and then texted his wife to see if his son wanted to see it with us.  He did, apparently, because we swung by his house to pick him up on the way to the show.  They did a pretty good job with the adaptation.  It stuck fairly well to the book.  Obviously they left some stuff out, but it wasn’t important to the story they were telling.  If they want to try and do the sequels though, they may have some backtracking to do.  All in all, I liked it.  I guess I went in with low expectations and was therefore pleasantly surprised with the outcome.  After that, I dropped them off at home and went home myself.  Mom and I went to lunch at Razoo’s and then I wasted the afternoon waiting for the car show that evening.  I made a half-assed attempt to start The Seven and then went in Fiona.  I had put the Hello Kitty refrigerator in the front seat to take to the shop, along with the push bar John had acquired for me in the trunk.  After the show, I headed to the shop, glad to have my Smith & Wesson 9mm on my hip.  I dropped off the fridge and push bar then went home.  Sunday I got a text from Larry saying he was getting ready to go to the gun show.  I reminded him of daylight savings giving us an extra hour then settled in to wait for him to say he was on his way.  When I got that call, I headed towards the credit onion.  I took surface streets thinking he was going to be longer than I was so he beat me there.  I took out another $200.00 from the ATM and hopped in his truck.  We went to the show.  It was one of the big shows so we started in the small room across the concourse.  I saw a Ruger Mk III pistol I liked… yes, I already have a Mk III but this one was a little different.  I didn’t buy it just then.  There wasn’t anything else in the small room to strike my fancy so we headed to the big room.  There we began shopping.  I saw a few things I liked, but nothing well enough to prize any money out of me.  Eventually, around “new” 1130 h when our bodies thought it was 1230 h, we stopped for a snack.  Actually, now that I think about it though, it really isn’t all that important, it was as soon as we entered the big room.  We ate while we walked the first aisle.  I don’t recall seeing any real standouts until we go to The Russian’s table.  He had a Tavor.  Actually, he had two.  One had the factory installed Meprolight optics like I have for the Saiga 12, while the other had a flat top with Picatinny rail optic mounts… and some kind of aftermarket optic installed.  They had prices on them but they were confusing.  Larry and I grokked them both and I decided I really want one.  We put them down and walked away.  We finished the rows and began our customary “go back to look at shit we wanted” walk.  While Larry looked at something, I wandered off and found another Tavor with factory optics.  It was clearly marked $2,495.00 and I could feel my credit card in my wallet tempting me.  I handled the gun a bit and thought long and hard (tee hee, I said "long and hard!") about it.  Sanity prevailed and I walked away.  Then I found another Tavor with the flat top Picatinny rail for $1,999.00 at another table.  I fondled it for a bit and then went to check on Larry.  I drug him to the two guns and he agreed that those were better prices than The Russian had and that the $1,999.00 gun was the best price we’d ever seen.  I then showed him the Kel Tec KSG I was also considering at $1,499.00 but he talked me down from that ledge.  Eventually it was decided that I didn’t need to drop two thousand dollars on a gun I don’t have room for in my cabinet which is also in a new caliber.  We farted around with stuff for him until they booted us out of the arena.  So, I was a good boy and didn’t buy a frivolous gun… yet.  I'll probably be getting one at one of the upcoming shows… because I'm dumb.  From the convention center we went to Benito’s and had flaming cheese and cow face tacos.  He dropped me at my car and I went home.  Now I'm at work talking to y'all.  Well, I've got to go hold someone’s hand in the Viewing Gallery so I guess I'll call it a rant.  It’ll probably be like last week with sparse entries from me since I've got nothing else to say.  We’ll see.