Thanks for the kind responses to what I wrote about
my dad underneath
yesterday's QotD.
Feeling terribly sluggish today; still trying to really
get myself moving. Not coping at all well with loud noises,
but at least it's not one of those days when even moderate
noises sound loud.
Odd dream this morning ... ( cut because I
know one's dreams are seldom as interesting to others )
I was also thinking, in that not-quite-awake post-dream
state where there's more logic and realism than the dream
but the mind still goes off in odd directions, about whether
the advantage of modern semiautomatics over antique revolvers
was something I should really worry about. I decided that
my being in an action movie, however improbable, was more
likely than my ever being in a thirty-minute gun battle in
real life, so I'd probably be able to leave the choice of
weapon to the prop manager and let the number of bullets be
a continuity problem for the writer and director instead
of being my problem. This line of thought seemed to make
perfect sense at the time.
[1] As opposed to the modern "smokeless" powder
that's been popular for, uh, about a century now, I think.