Took me forever to figure that out too. Also took me forever to realize that you just need to get four cats together - the four cats don't need to be in a straght line.
Spike's Bitches 21 Gunn Salute
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Kristin has a modified tag.
Excuse me, a completely new tag! In fact, she HTJS.
Yes, but I HTJSL. LIVE, I say!
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So I'm swapping emails with some Revolutionary War reenactors and will probably get to go play with their guns. Novel research, since the technology hadn't changed all that much between then and my era. I'm all, "Whee! I get to go shoot a musket! How cool is that?"
DH is mocking me. He asked if I'd think I had to have sex with another man if my book were about adultery. And he doesn't understand why a modern gun wouldn't do the trick for my research.
Not the same thing, dammit. Good authors do this, right?
At least the geeky ones?
Whee! I get to go shoot a musket! And maybe the kind of pistols they had then!
If you shoot a muskrat with a musket, does it have musk in it?
Old guns used black power, which produced huge clouds of smoke. Shooting one would give you a good idea of what that's like....
Old guns used black power, which produced huge clouds of smoke. Shooting one would give you a good idea of what that's like....
That's what I keep trying to explain to DH!
OK, basically I'm just a history geek. Why just read about this stuff when I can play with it?
And don't you know that mountains hate being caught doing stuff like that when the clouds move without warning. It's like, "Oh! Humans! Nothing to see here, look over there. Hey, what's that in the lake!" But granite can't do subtle.gods I love connie for writing this.
to nearby green mountains, and then a couple of beats .. wait! More mountains! Far away! With ... white stuff??!? Were those always there?I lived there for a year and after it finally really rained, was shocked as hell to find mountains where there had always been a bank of smog. Dude, mountains. Actual mountains.
Sleepy. Tired. Gronk in reverse.