So I spent most of yesterday blowing the not-insubstantial mass of leaves provided to our not-insubstantial back yard courtesy of the not-insubstantial forest behind our house, and I vacuumed the downstairs this morning (when the cats start sneezing on their own dust bunnies, it is about time to do that); the upshot of all of this is that my right hand has been functionally reduced to a “mewling quim”, to quote the inimitable Loki (look up the phrase if you like, but not on a work computer).
The good news is since I cannot do anything else, I get to bring you pictures like this:
Yup, that gun I picked up at the show last weekend is a Norinco Type 54 in the traditional 7.62x25mm (there was a 9mm version there too) – a Chinese clone of the Soviet TT-33. The airship ticket I shamelessly stole from here, the holster is what the gun came with, and the muzzle brake… well, I figured it looked awesome on the gun, and supposedly it even helps a little with the recoil (you can procure your own here). Yes, I know nothing in that scene is chronologically concurrent, and yes, I know the gun will not fit in its holster any more, but I am working on that part, at least.