Tag: I love my husband

Me: This was in an email update from babycenter. You can tell why I laughed in one sentence, I think.

“Your baby is becoming very handy. Although she’s already aware of her hands, she’s now inspecting them like Sherlock Holmes. She turns them around, the better to look at her fingers from all sides. She opens and shuts her fists, watching each finger as it moves up and down. To help your baby develop her blossoming hand-eye coordination, try dangling a toy just out of reach so she has to grab for it.”

Hubby: Hopefully she isn’t researching the effect of tobacco ash on them….

God I love my husband: Red pants edition

So, the whole red-pants thing came up here a little bit back (I don’t even remember how, he either saw my dash on a few consecutive mondays, or it was a skype conversation with random-nexus, or possibly a combination of the two) and had, once or twice, enquired into it.

I, knowing with great pride that hubby understands such fandom-type things, explained the phenomenon and it’s friday counterpart (to which he responded ‘do you have a three piece suit thursday, yet?  If not, there you go; the fandom can thank me.’** XD)

In any case, flash forward a few weeks and a pre-christmas trip to walmart for various last-minute things we needed around the house; we’re only there for a few minutes before he tells me to hold on, and hares off into the men’s department.  I don’t think much of it, but follow at a sedate, mildly curious pace, only to find him in the underpants isle, comparing multi-packs of colored briefs. 

Cue the giggling.  Not the dismissive kind, but rather the ‘I don’t think I could love you more than I do right now, you are amazing, you crazy man’ sort of way.  Undaunted, he selects the pack of his choice and just asks what day he was supposed to wear them, again.  It was sunday.  I told him.  He just grinned and said ‘well, that works out, then.’

I got my red-pants monday.  Giggled off and on the whole day, but it was brilliant. o/

(**Seriously, can this be a thing?  I want this to be a thing…  Three Piece Suit Thursday; I like it.)

During a fic editing session…

Hubby: I hear you girls, and your exciting use of punctuation.
Me: Oh yeah, it’s been thrilling
Random_nexus: We used a colon earlier!
Hubby: You use a lot of colons in your writing.
Lady-Karasu & Random_Nexus: *laughs*
Hubby (from other room): I’ve seen your dash!
Me: Wait, my dash, or my /dash/?
Hubby: Your /dash/, I know how much colon use goes on…

These are the conversations we have…

Hubby: *taking out trash* What’s in the bag?
Me: Hm? Nothing, don’t worry about it – it’s incoming.
Him: *walks by again* Is that for John bear?
Me: Yeah
Him: You know, we’ve got some tiny little jam jars…
Me: *snicker*
Him: Are you going to make him a little sweater?
Me: Er… I may already have a bear sized cable-knit around here.
*later*
Him: So are you going to do the whole cast?
Me: Oh, don’t. Don’t – if you start in on it, I’ll have to.
*pause* Anyway, sewing a tiny little Westwood would be a pain.
Him: Westwood?
Me: Jim’s suit in–
Him: Oh, yeah.
Me: Although, I suppose doing Richard Brook Jim would be easier…
Him: I guess it’s hard to express ‘crazy’ in stitching.
So, what about Moran, then? That should be easy.
Me: Well, not so much – there’s nothing set to work with, although there are a few assumptions the fandom are running with until we get casting.
Him: No, no, just… get an airgun, and put it on the shelf, and whenever anyone asks where Moran is, just tell them ‘he’s a sniper, of course you don’t see him’.

Best part is, he knows about the slash…

Radio (in car): *blurb about ’50 Shades of Grey’ popularity*
Hubby: *pauses* Isn’t that just bad fanfiction?
Me: Huh? Yeah. Was a Twilight AU that had the names changed and was published. Bit of a controversy about it in the fanfic community, actually.
*bit more conversation about 50 Shades and its accompanying controversy, as well as some of the running jokes about the quality of the smut*
Him: That’s it! You want a job you’d like – write AU fic and change the names.
Me: I, what? I don’t think that’ll work…
Him: People want smut! I’ll support this. You could make money off it.
Me: Really don’t think that’ll work. Anyway, I don’t usually write much smut, outside of occasional RP. I mean there’s some, but… Would you really want me to do that?
Him: Yeah, sure! I’d support that. Just… change their names to… Merlock and Ron.
Me: *laughs* God I love you. You know ‘Merlock’ is an AU for Sherlock, right?
Him: What? Oh. Well, then… *pauses, thinking* Sherrinford and Ron.
Me: Did you just – /Sherrinford/? You just pulled Sherrinford out on me? *kisses* I can’t even believe you /remember/ the Sherrinford thing.
***later***
*Hubby pops into my office*
Him: I’ve got it! Sherrinford Bomes, and his faithful companion, Dr. Prometheus Watman.
Me: Oh god… *laughs*
Him: You’re welcome! *strolls away, chuckling*
***yet later…***
Me: Probably Ormand Watman, if we’re going that route…

Husband was walking around in a robe this morning (I do not believe there was a satsuma in the pocket, but I didn’t check), and puts on some 3D glasses that were on his dresser for some reason.  Without saying anything, he goes into my office, looking around my desk.  I finally ask what he was looking for and he said ‘your sonic screwdriver; 3D glasses work better with a sonic screwdriver…’   I gave it to him (11’s – 10’s in the the other desk, but it didn’t seem to matter) and he did in fact sonic it, looked pleased with himself, and wandered off again.  God I love my husband.  I’m almost certain that was just meant to make me laugh.  Which, conveniently, it did. ^_^

Sebastian Moran and guns…

This is in regards to a ‘BBC-Sherlock verse’ imagining of the good Colonel, and is the result of a conversation with husband (which he is certainly regretting, now that I made him type this up) that was sparked after I’d pointed out a post asserting that Moran would like ‘rifles over handguns’ because he was a ‘sniper’.

What weapon would Moran prefer? You would first have to think a bit of his military service, and his local availability. (While being in the underworld does bring forth its advantages to not needing to obey local laws and opens up your choices, it would be safe to say the supply line to a discrete man’s armament would be  hampered in the area of quantities.)

Lets start with pistols. Being military, and a probable member of the Royal Marines (these are the ones that train British snipers*) one would assume the usage of a Sig Saur P226 as a comfortable fallback, and a weapon easy to get parts for, adaptable to suppression without any recoil assist devices (Such as an AAC Ti-Rant in Titanium) and easily available supply of ammo, much of which is subsonic, for use with said suppressor.  Otherwise, I would think him to look favorably on other euro region pistols, like the HK offerings or something in a Swiss Sphinx.

As for rifles… are we talking close up work, or far encounters?  Would he fall back to a L81 variant which makes for an easy CQB carbine, or for a more modern approach of something in an AR15 platform in one of the boutique calibers that would also be suppressed, such as the .300 BLK?  Such a rifle as the later is made in a take-down version with integrally suppressed barrels, making for a a quick repeatable setup that can be stowed or deployed from a vantage point or a vehicle.

If we are going long range, most likely a rifle in .338 Lapua. The British and US forces have used these out to spectacular ranges… the round shoots long and flat, well out past 2000 meters. Although I cannot see Moriarty allowing for such impersonal contact on a frequent basis. 

Now do we want to get into optics choices?

*I would question his title of sniper, as snipers are trained to work in pairs for modern work. Marksman most definitely.

(There was more to the discussion involving other various background and what might be used where to blend in and such, but this was all I could make him re-do in text 😉