In which Miss Lunatic acquires a new skill

Brief backstory: there is a situation that I'm on the periphery of that nonetheless makes me feel physically unsafe when I'm reminded that it exists. The time sometime within the past ~year when I had a two hour panic attack based on it, I managed to talk myself down by bargaining that okay, we'd go check out a local Pink Pistols meetup and learn to shoot.

Early this afternoon, I was reminded of the situation again. And just at that very moment while I was in the middle of a conversation about it, a reminder email showed up about a meetup that very afternoon. So I got dressed and hopped in the car.

( long: my afternoon at the range. )

California Profession Superheroes

So have you heard [the one] about the California initiative to inspire boys to investigate certain professions? The gimmick is that there are these superheroes, and they all have a special power they can use on the bad guys.

For example, Librarian Dude throws the book at them. Lumberjack Dude has a chainsaw. [Continue in this vein.]

And then... [disgusted face, holding nose, waving away a stench] ... there's Mill Dude.