I have plans to go out and buy some heavily discounted Halloween candy tomorrow though, which-- while not as good as getting free candy-- is a good-enough consolation prize, I guess. Still miss the days of getting pounds of free candy and making trades at then end of the night. Childhood, man.
I'm going to be a quarter of a century soon. In less than 5 days, actually. Holy smokes!
I finally got around to going down to the gun range (West Side Rifle & Pistol Range) yesterday with Colin to go shoot some firearms for the first time, crossing that off of the bucket list. All we could shoot were .22 semi-automatic rifles, being in NYC and without any handgun licenses, but it was a good beginner firearm to learn with. Very little/no kickback, easy to load/reload. Loading up 10 magazines with 5 rounds each (50 rounds total) really hurts your fingers after a while, and you get lead all over your hands--but at the end of the day, neat learning experience.
Next up is to find a place in PA or NJ to shoot a Glock or a fully automatic shotgun. Because why not?
On a completely different page now, in between working on my thesis (fair use/copyright in the context of visual arts) and homework, I sometimes entertain the idea of making children's books:
As a reiteration of last year's blog post around this time (http://www.dorisyen.com/1/post/2010/10/rallies-anniversaries.html), because we never really decided on any specific event/date to mark our anniversary, it's simply that "we met on Halloween weekend, so I guess Halloween weekend is our anniversary".
I looked through my old sketchbooks and found the pages I did for that weekend in Montreal back in 2007 (see below).
(In the same vein, I also found the old an old receipt for a birthday meal I had at the Hamilton Inn in 2007-- one that Kat and I had a recent conversation about, which she couldn't remember. But yep, it was on my birthday, there were 4 guests, and it came to a total of $102.28.)
And to think, Colin said that he almost decided to not go on the Montreal trip because he had "too much work" to do that weekend (and also because of the whole not-being-an-art-major-thing and thus having no real reason to be on the trip in the first place, that is).