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Archive for February 28th, 2005
I hate my range on weekends. It’s crowded, it’s social and it’s murder getting a cease fire. Ok so I don’t “hate” it, but it’s not conducive to trouble shooting a technical problem either.
Today I linked up with Ian for our semi-annual coffee and social activity, and we went to my range. My sole intention on this trip was to try out the red dot sight on the Project SKS. I was foiled in this, as first the scope loosened off, then when that was fixed the Millett Scout Mount loosened off, and I figured the problem couldn’t be solved short of using copious quantities of LocTite (of course that kinda defeats the purpose, as I need to remove the mount to clean the gas tube…grrrrr….gonna have to stew on this problem for a bit, see if I can’t work out a solution).
In the end I gave up, removed the mount and we spent a little time enjoying the shooting with the iron sights (at the very least we confirmed that the previous mods were still working just dandy). I’m sure I can sort out the mount problem, but the proper field test will have to wait for another day.
How I missed this one I’ll never know, but came I across this guys site while surfing and had to give my head a few shakes, then a few more. What seems to have triggered some interest (over at CGN in particular) was a rant he threw up (literally and figuratively) about those serving in the armed forces not being worthy of our respect.
There are more rants, rather nonsensical and filled with “teenage angst” about women being generally useless and not loving him, and one rant in particular where he denies knowing anything about Maddox’s “Best Page in the Universe” (which is funny, because the first thought that crossed my mind was “Look, it’s a Maddox rip-off!”).
Just an excerpt, I couldn’t resist… I’m thinking of a expression that includes the word “whorehouse” and the phrase “fist full of fifties”….Anyone?
…Not one person emailed me to take me up on my Valentineâ€™s Day offer of coffee. Are you women that superficial? I know that some of you live near me, so why didnâ€™t you email me? Way to judge me without even meeting me, you stupid RETARDS. So what if I have a few extra pounds, Iâ€™VE BEEN TOLD I HAVE A FRICKINâ€™ HEART OF GOLD. Hundreds of thousands of people have visited my website just to read my thoughts and ponderings, so Iâ€™m obviously an attractive guy on the inside. Iâ€™ve received so many compliments from my fans that I canâ€™t even post them all. People everywhere love my work. Male Canadians adore me! *Iâ€™m* going places, and YOU idiots have the nerve to completely ignore me? Well, YOUR LOSS….
Toobis.com – “Valentines Day Follow-up”
Be sure to check out the “Hitler: was he really so bad?” post for yet another opinion lacking in substance, sensitivity, historical fact or intelligence.
Good luck with the writing kid….get over yourself.
Since her birth we’ve been snapping photos of Jillian like mad, alot of them are of dubious quality, as Jillian is fairly animated and rarely sits still for the perfect photo. We typically get two to three tries before she tires of the bright flashing lights and her mood takes a downward turn.
I’ve received some flak about my daughter and firearms both sharing space in my home. Most of this flak has originated from the uninformed (as these sort of criticisms often do) and I thought I’d address this issue quickly here.
I am a firearms enthusiast, and this will not change in the foreseeable future.
The firearms are safely under lock and key, and I am the only person in possession of those keys (anyone who thinks a baby can pick a locked handleset, two barrel locks, trigger locks, then drag a 25 pound case of ammunition down off a 6 foot high shelf, unlock it and then load a magazine which is also stored six feet above the ground behind said locks is delusional). Suffice to say the firearms are inaccesible to both Lisa and Jillian.
Pay attention to this photo folks… that’s the only time Jillian’s going to handle a firearm until she’s older….
“There he goes, one of Gods own prototypes, a high powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production, too weird to live, too rare to die.”
There are enough retrospectives of Hunter S. Thompson being written today by people more qualified than myself. Instead I’ll just say I was a fan of his writing, he personified a little of the chaos, adventure and eccentricity that I’d like to see in my own life.
The world is now short one gun toting, substance abusing rebel..
Goodbye Dr. Thompson.
I am a “pet person”. I’ve always felt that animals were more straight forward about their feelings and intentions than humans, and it’s hard not to like them for it. When Lisa and I began dating I was introduced to her two cats (Tiggy and Blue). It was a package deal, and we all got used to each other as time went on. Tiggy is the quiet cat, venturing out occasionally for food and affection, and blue is the high maintenance cat that needs constant affirmation (He is the feline version of a supermodel…and unfortunately he knows it).
Since Jillians arrival Blue’s early morning diatribes have had a predictable domino effect. Blue wakes Jillian, Jillian wakes Lisa, and the noise of everyone waking up eventually rouses Erik (I’ve always been a fairly heavy sleeper). We’ve put up with this formula for the last three months hoping that Blue would accept Jillians presence and ease off a bit.
We have finally thrown in the towel. Yesterday, with a heavy heart and a trunk load of guilt I drove Blue to Lisas work where he was handed over to his new owner. Someone who’s household is slightly less populated than ours, and where he will be less often punished for just being himself.
I already miss that little bastard.