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So lately I’ve been considering shooting my friends and family. Come on, admit it – the thought has crossed your minds, too.

Of course, unlike all you scary, maladjusted freaks, I was just talking about shooting them with a paintball gun. Now, I’ve never been paintballing before, but it looks like wicked mad fun. Basically, you carry a big CO2-powered gun filled to the brim with paintballs, wearing protective vests and paintball masks, sneak around a wooded area and shoot the living daylights out of anyone that moves (or, if you’re sneaky enough, even those who don’t). Provided (I suppose) that they aren’t on your team. Or if they are, that they’re being really, really annoying first.

I was invited to go on an August Home paintball outing last year, and I eagerly signed up. Then I spent that entire weekend painting my basement and was so sick of paint by paintball time Sunday afternoon I wasn’t sure if I would really enjoy the sight of all that splattered paint. Not that it would have mattered to my clothes any by that point. Looking back, I’m not sure I made the right choice, and I’ve been waiting for another opportunity ever since.

Luckily, it sounds like there’s a chance my dad might be picking up a couple of Tippmann or spyder guns from Ultimate Paintball in the near future. Which means I might be able to convince him to go out and wage war in grandma’s timber this spring. :)