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I'm not sure how to begin this rant today.  So I acknowledge that January is over?  Do I welcome everyone to “Superfluous R Month” as is my usual modus operandi?  Or do I just jump right in and tell y'all what happened over the weekend?  Oh, I guess I'll start with all of the above.  Saturday morning I met John at the Fjord dealer so he could have the oil changed in his Mazda.  I arrived a little before 0800 h and then decided to run across to the Walgreen’s for some assitol… no wait, that’s not right.  Acetone!  I sent him a text just before backing out of the spot saying, “I’m stopping at Walgreen’s on Bryan Irving for some assitol… no wait, that’s not right.  Acetone!” because that joke never gets old… to me.  As I pulled up to the light at Bryan Irving I remembered he doesn’t drive a black car anymore.  I wondered if I might have missed him.  Turns out I did.  As I was shopping for assitol, he called to ask if I was mad because I pulled out just as he pulled in.  I told him I'd sent a text ‘splainin’ where I was going and that I'd forgotten he drove a white car now.  I bought the assitol and headed back to the dealer.  He hopped in and we rolled to the shop.  We stopped at McDonald’s for brefixt burritos.  At the shop, we adjusted the valves on his engine and then I remembered the burritos.  We stopped and ate them.  Then I spent the day watching him work on his car.  I couldn’t be bothered to work on Lil' Wiggly for some reason.  Oh, I did make a half assed attempt at dissolving the cyanoacrylate glue on the muzzle brake of the 90/22 but had no luck whatsoever.  I put it away and THEN settled in to watch him work on his car.  No, wait!  I did install the oil pressure sender on Lil' Wiggly's engine!  Huzzah, I did do something with my car!  Anyhoo, after that, I settled in to watch him work.  When it was becoming obvious that he was going to leave a bunch of superfluous wiring under his hood cluttering up all the nice work he’d done, I insisted on stripping it out of there for him.  I got the underhood wires all sorted out of the harness and then had a look at how I was going to remove them.  I pointed out that we could remove the grommet going through the firewall without fucking it up and we did that.  We fished the superfluous wires out from under the hood and I began separating them from the keepers under the dash.  By now it was lunchtime so we cleaned up and went to meet Pat at Wasabi for bait.  It was quite the tasty… as usual.  After that I dropped him at the dealer and waited for him to drive out.  When he did, I went to Whisky Flats to shoot the 90/22 and MkIII pistol.  I checked in and went to pick out a lane.  I put up my target and began filling magazines.  When I went to put the empty ammo box back in my range bag, there was a dude staring at me.  He looked sort of familiar so I nodded the usual, “S’up?” nod acknowledgement thingy.  Then I realized he was still looking at me… unlike what one is supposed to do when given the, “S’up?” nod acknowledgement thingy.  It was my old friend Randy.  He and his wife were there getting some training from a friend of theirs.  We chatted for a bit then I went to shoot the 90/22.  It.  Is.  So.  Friggin’.  Awesome!  The thing has virtually no recoil and drops right back onto target.  I could pop off ten round strings into a… ok, I want to say “quarter sized hole,” but a half dollar wouldn’t cover it I'm afraid.  In fact, the “silver” dollar I carry might have had trouble covering some of the strings.  But in my defense… your face is a silver dollar so shut up!  The gun is still way cool and I like it a lot.  I adjusted the optic to the right, as it was shooting to the left, and was a little more accurate.  As a plinker it is accurate enough.  If I'm trying to fill a soup pot with squirrels, I'll use the bolt action Marlin anyway.  After I shot all sixty rounds from the 90/22’s magazines, I put it away and dug out the MkIII.  I put the flash hider on in place of the thread protector… as that was the main reason for buying that particular gun in the first place.  I loaded both ten round magazines and shot them.  I really like that little gun as well.  It will just sit there and go “Pop, pop, pop!” all day long.  I let Randy shoot it and I think he liked it as well… who wouldn’t?  when I'd fired all 100 of the CCI ball ammo I'd brought, I wiped down the weapons and put them away.  I chatted a little more with Randy and Jana then took my leave of the place.  Sunday I hung out until mom got home from church then we went to Applebee’s for steaks… again.  They really do make a gook hunk o’ dead cow there… better than many of the so called “Steak Places” around.  Ok, better than the chain steak places.  Real steak places are hard to beat… but Applebee’s is way cheaper.  Anyhoo, after lunch I settled in to waste the rest of the day.  I was going to go to Bloodbath & Beyond for some more .22 ammo and another muzzle brake for the 16” barrel on which I was bidding on e-Bay but when I checked the auction that morning I'd been outbid.  I have since decided that I'll shop for a different barrel at the gun show on the 15^th/16^th.  Of course, that is assuming I'm not trying to sell all of the guns there so’s that the gun grabbers can't confiscate them.  We’ll see.