But really, this picture is my 1,000 words on the matter:
One more thing that I just don't care about.
Showing posts with label hollidays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hollidays. Show all posts
2/14/2012
Happy Card Sales Booster Day!
Alternatively known as "Singles Awareness Day," "Boycott Expensive Hippie Chichi Store Day," "Buycott Expensive Hippie Chichi Store Day," or, in some circles, "Valentines Day."
But really, this picture is my 1,000 words on the matter:
One more thing that I just don't care about.
But really, this picture is my 1,000 words on the matter:
One more thing that I just don't care about.
1/01/2012
New Year
I refuse to say "Happy." There is absolutely no evidence to suggest 2012 is going to be anything but worse than 2011.
12/31/2011
Apparently It's a Holiday
We've got the cheese ball out, the "Hough-hough-hough!" cheap champagne cooling off outside, and we may even have a few illegal fireworks (hmmm... well, bottle rockets, at least) in a box out in the garage.
New Year's Eve is GO.
New Year's Eve is GO.
11/24/2011
Johnny Cash Thanksgiving
Hard to go wrong with that.
Hope you all have a happy Thanksgiving, whether or not you have a lot.
11/23/2011
Doing Things...
...all sorts of things. Word of warning, I am going to be talking about quite a bit of stuff here, none of which is terribly organized, though I hope it all comes together in the end, and I hope there's enough random interesting stuff to keep you entertained as I wander, if not aimlessly, at least, slightly crookedly, down the paths of my recent experiences.
Yesterday I was at work and my mother called up, saying that her cousin and cousin's husband from Idaho (who are in the area for Thanksgiving) were coming up to town for the day, and "Do you want to have lunch with us?" Being that my boss was ok with me skipping out for the afternoon, and not being one to turn down a meal when offered, and being that said meal was to take place at my favorite microbrewpub, and being that said cousin and her husband are really cool folks, I happily accepted.
After lunch we split up, my mother and her cousin hitting the second hand stores, and me and mother's cousin's husband (hereby referred to as "Mr. R") hit the town. He had never spent much time in Happy Valley, so I decided to start off by showing him the recently revamped downtown. A hopping place, especially considering it was a Tuesday Afternoon (crap, now that song is going to be stuck in my head--curse you Moody Blues!) I admit, the main reason I like downtown is not because of the art on the corner, the nice landscaping, or the myriad of bike shops: I like it because of the homebrew store and Gelato Junction. It turns out, that's a big reason why Mr. R liked it too.
Soon enough the time on my parking meter ran out, and it was time to move on. But that isn't where this blog post ends.
Now, for a little background on Mr. R: he is a long time competition shooter, reloader, firearms instructor, a nearly professional guitarist, and super nice guy, as well as being a former Marine and Army Sargent, starting out in Vietnam and ending only recently with Iraq Try #2. Very interesting man, with a wide and varied body of experience, and very generous of his time, materials, and advice. Oh, and he has a very impressive beard, reaching nearly down to his belly button. It is funny to watch other people interact with him, as you can always see them start out thinking "What kind of crazy bum is this?" before they figure him out. I count myself very lucky to know him, and even luckier to be marginally related to him so I don't feel bad cornering him to talk.
Now back to my rambling.
Last weekend my mother and I went down to visit my Grandma and Grandpa (and pick out a cat). We've been going down there pretty often, every other weekend or so, as my Grandma is in the nursing home these days. While there, I like to go out to the back 40 and do a little plinking. This time I had that CCI CB .22 LR ammo that I bought for National Ammo Day, and I had my 10/22 to see if I could fulfill Butch's request for a function test, and since Mr. R was in the neighborhood (they were staying with my Uncle the mechanic, who lives practically next door to my grandparents--are you following all of this? Don't worry, I'm sure I'll stop soon), I asked him if he wanted to come back with me. Asking me if I wanted any instruction on shooting (what an offer! A few hours with someone who could be charging $100/hour, offering to teach me 1-on-1!) I readily agreed, and figuratively killed two birds with one stone by trying out the CB ammo at the same time. By the end of the afternoon I had a nice 1" group at 25 yds, which made me happy.
Oh, and Butch, to answer your question, the CB ammo is quite amazing. It doesn't have enough oomph to cycle my 10/22, relegating it effectively to bolt action territory (shoot, cycle action, repeat), but it is very accurate, and by golly it is quiet. You hear a **pop!** when you pull the trigger and a **thwack!** as the bullet hits the target--no hearing protection needed (though I should add that I have a polymer buffer, which probably helps the noise as well). Sounds quieter than someone hammering nails. Enough power to go through a half inch piece of plywood at 25 yards, so fine for hunting wabbits, I'd say. Even Mr. R (who owns a brace of NAA Mini Revolvers for dispatching snakes, varmints, and deep concealment) was impressed, and put it on his shopping list. In a lever action or revolver, I wouldn't even have the minimal complaint of the non-cycling semi-auto.
Now, back to yesterday. So then, since we were done downtowning, we started to head for home, and happened to run into the local "real gun store" (as in, not a big box multi-use sporting good store, not a hardware store with a couple of shotguns, and not a pawnshop) and decided to stop in since we were there. Luckily we did, for Mr. R found a shotgun he's been looking for for his wife (who remember, is my mom's cousin), a 12 gauge 8-rd magazine Maverick 88. She is a big 12 gauge fan, but the only shotguns she has are really nice ones that don't get taken with them when they travel. Oh, and don't tell anyone I said this, as the shotgun is going to be a surprise Christmas present. As we were doing all this I learned today that you can legally buy long guns if you are out of state, in general, as long as the store policy says so, and in some areas you can buy handguns as well. While we waited for the paperwork to go through, Mr. R had me check out the Ruger Single Six that was under the glass. Very nice gun, and now I have yet ANOTHER gun to put on my ever growing list of things I want. He also told me that his preferred .308 semi-auto is also the M1A. Don't get me wrong, I think it is a fine rifle, but it just don't click with me, and if I am going to spend over a thousand dollars on something, then by Grabthar's hammer it had better click!
But I digress. As we were shooting the breeze with the gun shop guys, the conversation turned to Mr. R's military days, and being a patriotic American small business, when we finally walked out of the shop it was with the shotgun, a free box of 12 gauge ammo and a free hat with the company's logo on it. I'd like to see an anti-gun shop do anything like that!
Whew, huh? I think I've spit out everything I've had bottled up inside, now. I'll see Mr. R again on Thanksgiving, though I'm not sure if we'll get in any more gun time. I know sometimes after the festivities there is a big trap shoot, but at last count there were 43 people planning on attending our big shindig, so we may be preoccupied with getting in all the awesome food--I know there will be turkey, ham, and probably prime rib, and the one guy who is a Louisiana transplant is bringing his famous stuffing, and my mother is making two different kinds of pumpkin pie... if you don't leave on a stretcher in a food-gorged coma, then it's your own dagblummed fault.
And, now... wait for it...
Fin
Yesterday I was at work and my mother called up, saying that her cousin and cousin's husband from Idaho (who are in the area for Thanksgiving) were coming up to town for the day, and "Do you want to have lunch with us?" Being that my boss was ok with me skipping out for the afternoon, and not being one to turn down a meal when offered, and being that said meal was to take place at my favorite microbrewpub, and being that said cousin and her husband are really cool folks, I happily accepted.
After lunch we split up, my mother and her cousin hitting the second hand stores, and me and mother's cousin's husband (hereby referred to as "Mr. R") hit the town. He had never spent much time in Happy Valley, so I decided to start off by showing him the recently revamped downtown. A hopping place, especially considering it was a Tuesday Afternoon (crap, now that song is going to be stuck in my head--curse you Moody Blues!) I admit, the main reason I like downtown is not because of the art on the corner, the nice landscaping, or the myriad of bike shops: I like it because of the homebrew store and Gelato Junction. It turns out, that's a big reason why Mr. R liked it too.
Soon enough the time on my parking meter ran out, and it was time to move on. But that isn't where this blog post ends.
Now, for a little background on Mr. R: he is a long time competition shooter, reloader, firearms instructor, a nearly professional guitarist, and super nice guy, as well as being a former Marine and Army Sargent, starting out in Vietnam and ending only recently with Iraq Try #2. Very interesting man, with a wide and varied body of experience, and very generous of his time, materials, and advice. Oh, and he has a very impressive beard, reaching nearly down to his belly button. It is funny to watch other people interact with him, as you can always see them start out thinking "What kind of crazy bum is this?" before they figure him out. I count myself very lucky to know him, and even luckier to be marginally related to him so I don't feel bad cornering him to talk.
Now back to my rambling.
Last weekend my mother and I went down to visit my Grandma and Grandpa (and pick out a cat). We've been going down there pretty often, every other weekend or so, as my Grandma is in the nursing home these days. While there, I like to go out to the back 40 and do a little plinking. This time I had that CCI CB .22 LR ammo that I bought for National Ammo Day, and I had my 10/22 to see if I could fulfill Butch's request for a function test, and since Mr. R was in the neighborhood (they were staying with my Uncle the mechanic, who lives practically next door to my grandparents--are you following all of this? Don't worry, I'm sure I'll stop soon), I asked him if he wanted to come back with me. Asking me if I wanted any instruction on shooting (what an offer! A few hours with someone who could be charging $100/hour, offering to teach me 1-on-1!) I readily agreed, and figuratively killed two birds with one stone by trying out the CB ammo at the same time. By the end of the afternoon I had a nice 1" group at 25 yds, which made me happy.
Oh, and Butch, to answer your question, the CB ammo is quite amazing. It doesn't have enough oomph to cycle my 10/22, relegating it effectively to bolt action territory (shoot, cycle action, repeat), but it is very accurate, and by golly it is quiet. You hear a **pop!** when you pull the trigger and a **thwack!** as the bullet hits the target--no hearing protection needed (though I should add that I have a polymer buffer, which probably helps the noise as well). Sounds quieter than someone hammering nails. Enough power to go through a half inch piece of plywood at 25 yards, so fine for hunting wabbits, I'd say. Even Mr. R (who owns a brace of NAA Mini Revolvers for dispatching snakes, varmints, and deep concealment) was impressed, and put it on his shopping list. In a lever action or revolver, I wouldn't even have the minimal complaint of the non-cycling semi-auto.
Now, back to yesterday. So then, since we were done downtowning, we started to head for home, and happened to run into the local "real gun store" (as in, not a big box multi-use sporting good store, not a hardware store with a couple of shotguns, and not a pawnshop) and decided to stop in since we were there. Luckily we did, for Mr. R found a shotgun he's been looking for for his wife (who remember, is my mom's cousin), a 12 gauge 8-rd magazine Maverick 88. She is a big 12 gauge fan, but the only shotguns she has are really nice ones that don't get taken with them when they travel. Oh, and don't tell anyone I said this, as the shotgun is going to be a surprise Christmas present. As we were doing all this I learned today that you can legally buy long guns if you are out of state, in general, as long as the store policy says so, and in some areas you can buy handguns as well. While we waited for the paperwork to go through, Mr. R had me check out the Ruger Single Six that was under the glass. Very nice gun, and now I have yet ANOTHER gun to put on my ever growing list of things I want. He also told me that his preferred .308 semi-auto is also the M1A. Don't get me wrong, I think it is a fine rifle, but it just don't click with me, and if I am going to spend over a thousand dollars on something, then by Grabthar's hammer it had better click!
But I digress. As we were shooting the breeze with the gun shop guys, the conversation turned to Mr. R's military days, and being a patriotic American small business, when we finally walked out of the shop it was with the shotgun, a free box of 12 gauge ammo and a free hat with the company's logo on it. I'd like to see an anti-gun shop do anything like that!
Whew, huh? I think I've spit out everything I've had bottled up inside, now. I'll see Mr. R again on Thanksgiving, though I'm not sure if we'll get in any more gun time. I know sometimes after the festivities there is a big trap shoot, but at last count there were 43 people planning on attending our big shindig, so we may be preoccupied with getting in all the awesome food--I know there will be turkey, ham, and probably prime rib, and the one guy who is a Louisiana transplant is bringing his famous stuffing, and my mother is making two different kinds of pumpkin pie... if you don't leave on a stretcher in a food-gorged coma, then it's your own dagblummed fault.
And, now... wait for it...
Fin
11/19/2011
11/11/2011
11/05/2011
10/31/2011
Happy 2-month Mega Holiday!
Forgive me for being a little bit cynical, but I don't really think I need to say anything else besides what was written in the title.
10/22/2011
In my time zone it's still 10-22
So though I'm late, it's still 10/22 Day! Here are some photos of mine that have appeared on the blog in the past. This is from when I got my Tech Sights:
and a hiding 10/22 (actually, from last year's 10/22 Day):
Ahhh, my old room in MT. That was a good place. For a cheap college student.
Thanks to DaddyBear for reminding me!
and a hiding 10/22 (actually, from last year's 10/22 Day):
Thanks to DaddyBear for reminding me!
9/19/2011
Yarrrr!
Avast! It be Talk Like a Pirate Day!
Arrr, in case ye scurvy sea dogs cannot figure it out, I be repostin' this instructional video:
To all ye sea dogs and scurvy wenches out there on the seven seas of the internet, I be expectin' compliance! There be no slackers on this here weblog!
Arrr, in case ye scurvy sea dogs cannot figure it out, I be repostin' this instructional video:
To all ye sea dogs and scurvy wenches out there on the seven seas of the internet, I be expectin' compliance! There be no slackers on this here weblog!
7/17/2011
Happy National Ice Cream Day!
As designated by Ronald Reagan in 1984.
I'm going to celebrate with a root beer float made with root beer from one of the local microbreweries.
I'm going to celebrate with a root beer float made with root beer from one of the local microbreweries.
7/05/2011
Quotes of the Yesterday
Kevin Baker (may his everlasting pessimism wake us from our complacency!):
The Adaptive Curmudgeon (may his description of Americans grow to describe us all!):
Butch Cassidy (may the internet never cease to provide strange music to him!):
And The Czar of Muscovy (may he rule long and powerfully!):
That preparation started in the early years of the 20th Century. Thus today we have "politically correct" speech. With destruction of language skills comes the destruction of logic skills - if you can't read, you can't integrate ideas new to you. In fact, new ideas are gibberish - words that have no meaning. "Politically free" is a null value to someone planted in the fields of politicism. It's a weed.
A free society requires an informed and virtuous citizenry.
"Free," "informed" and "virtuous" have become null terms.
The Adaptive Curmudgeon (may his description of Americans grow to describe us all!):
And that’s how it all started. A bunch of people who wanted to be left alone and got massively pissed off when taxed. Americans still want to be left alone and we still get massively pissed at taxes. We don’t like taking shit and we’ve got balls of steel. That’s all there is to it. We’re free because we’re free on the inside. America is not a location and it is not a government.
Go out there and be free! Light fireworks with a beer in your hand. Eat huge steaks. Make bad jokes. Smoke, drink, and swear. Drive big cars. Fire guns. Make noise. Laugh in the sun. Be as playful and foolish as you wish.
Butch Cassidy (may the internet never cease to provide strange music to him!):
Today, as any other day, I will strap my G23 on my hip, slip my LCP into my pocket, toss a couple knives into various pockets, one of those knives will be a locking folder, take my kids to a parade, go to a cookout at my aunt’s house where things will be blown up and cows will be eaten, we will then head to a friend’s parents’ house for more of the same plus a beer, we will then go with them to watch the fireworks, the friend and I will touch off our own fireworks until the show begins.
And The Czar of Muscovy (may he rule long and powerfully!):
Happy 235th. We need a happier 236th, and it will be your job to get us there. And there may be some heavy lifting involved—that’s okay, because as an American, nobody lifts heavier loads than you do.
7/04/2011
A simple declaration
Really, there wasn't much too it. Only one page of paper. But it was the foundation, the reason for everything that has come since. When was the last time you read the Declaration of Independence? Please, enjoy the holiday, but even more, please remember.
Everyone's probably going to remember this song today
But it's too good not to re-post for the 4th of July.
6/19/2011
Happy Manufactured Holliday!
Ahem. I was going to post something about how I don't like Father's Day, and then I thought that I would take the moral high ground and just say something nice, and then I decided that I really don't care, and so I'm going to do a short rant. You've been warned.
I don't like Father's Day. Never have, not even when my dad was still alive. It just smacks too much of "liberal guilty conscience" for me. If you are going to appreciate your father, howabout you do it when you don't have social pressures trying to make you buy a card? Take him to a local brewpub, or send him some money for a new ratchet set, or something.
I don't like Father's Day. Never have, not even when my dad was still alive. It just smacks too much of "liberal guilty conscience" for me. If you are going to appreciate your father, howabout you do it when you don't have social pressures trying to make you buy a card? Take him to a local brewpub, or send him some money for a new ratchet set, or something.
6/14/2011
5/30/2011
Memorial Day
I know it's the 30th and not the 28th, but the picture shows what I wanted. Remember them all, from the Civil War to now.
5/28/2011
5/08/2011
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