Friday, September 24, 2010

You can't make up funny this good

At least I couldn't, not even if I tried.

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Anyways, I've always heard Christ rode a pogo stick.


Wednesday, September 22, 2010

The Latest Addition

Bex here to tell about the latest addition to family. Sorry, no creepy ultrasounds are forthcoming at this time. The time finally came for me to get a gun of my very own.

If you had asked me a year or two ago whether or not I would ever buy a handgun specifically for me, the answer would have been a probably not. I've never been anti-gun, but definitely not a big gun nut either. My dad had guns in the house and took me and my brothers rifle shooting on the rare occasion. I knew enough about guns to not be scared of them and how to be safe, but that was the extent of my exposure growing up.

Loki, as usual, was the corrupting influence in my life. Before we started dating he took me to the gun range and taught me how to shoot handguns. I have to admit that I had a ton of fun with them, and I was hooked. Every time after that when I found out Loki was going shooting I did my best to be able to go with him so that I could get some trigger time too. The only problem that I had is that none of Loki's guns really fit my hands - it's the curse of having small hands. Not to mention Loki has a fetish for the bigger, heavier gun frames that I find just a little clunky. That doesn't mean that I don't know how to clear, load and shoot every gun in the house. There are just some guns that I like better than others.

I've also been seriously thinking about getting my own concealed carry permit. Living with a permit holder and learning more and more about gun rights, laws and issues - as well as just listening to the news at night - it makes you start to think about protecting yourself from the wolves out there, both the literal and figurative wolves due to where we live. My one condition is that when I get my permit, I want to carry a gun that I feel completely comfortable shooting, fits well in my hand, and more importantly in this house... it's MINE!

Loki was definitely not opposed to getting a gun for me, as long as it was a quality gun. So down to the local gun shop we went. Within 30 minutes I had fallen in love. The next stop was to a not so local gun range to actually shoot one. I knew that the gun felt good in my hand, but actually shooting it can be a different story. One 16 round magazine later I knew that I had to have this gun.

Again Loki showed how supportive he was in this endeavor by actually trading in one of his own guns, the 4043 S&W, to help bank roll my gun. Granted giving up that gun was not a big loss to either of us as we did not enjoy shooting it one bit and our accuracy with it was horrible, but it's still the thought that counts.

So by now you're probably asking what gun did I decide upon....

It's a brand new .40 caliber XDM with a 4 inch barrel complete with all of the toys in the box. I had to laugh at the label on the side of the case "NOT LEGAL IN CALIFORNIA". Is anything legal in California nowadays?

One feature I do love is that the XDM comes with 3 different backstraps so that you can tailor the grip to your hand. Of course I threw on the smallest backstrap as soon as we had it home. Next stop is to take it out the range and have some fun! Happy shooting everyone!

Damn you, Whitebread!

As if I didn't have enough stupid projects and bad ideas to keep me occupied and broke for the next decade, Whitebread had to drop a link to Hack A Day today.  After I killed much of the evening reading back through the archives, I'm inspired, and far from done reading.  Check it out, but I'm not responsible for any consequences.

And Whitebread, I hate you, dude.  Thanks.


Monday, September 13, 2010

Three Full Mags, And My Swinging Cod!

Had to retire my 4043 this weekend, at least for the time being.  Bex and I went to an excellent range in Salt Lake (Get Some Guns & Ammo) and she made up her mind about her upcoming purchase of a carry gun, but that's her story to tell, not mine.

We were shooting at 5 yards, and with the gun she wants to buy, I dumped a full mag into the head of a silhouette target at 5 yards, in quick order.  I picked up the 4043, and couldn't group worth a damn.  Just to make sure it wasn't me, I loaded the 1911, and put 8 rounds in a 4" circle at that range, and with a quickness.  Back to the .40, and back to garbage shooting.  So, back to the 1911, at least until I wring the S&W out.  With winter coming on, I'm not too worried about packing the big gun, and 2 spare 8 round mags don't leave me feeling undergunned compared to a single spare 11 rounder.  I'll probably end up selling the S&W, and maybe even buying a twin to what she's buying, so we can share ammo and mags, which is always a plus.

(Actually, I'm carrying more ammo now than I was before.  3 8 round mags, plus one in the chamber, makes 25, as opposed to 2 11 round mags plus one, for a total of 23.)

Thank God for spare guns.


(If you don't get the title, I feel sorry for you.  Say 10 Hail Joss Whedons, and pray to Adam Baldwin for forgiveness.)

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Almost as cool as Zombie Reagan

It's Vicious Circle 66: Zombie Lincoln!

I had the pleasure to spend a couple hours with alan, aepilotjim, JayG, and Tracie (Mrs. Whitebread), talking about the Marine Corps Commandant (he clanks when he walks), electric cars, Jesse Jackson's expensive gas ride getting jacked, the nutter who went after Discovery, and Californians still being able to own guns.

The links are here, if you feel like reading along.

I may not have brought all 50%, but I did have three screwdrivers!


Thursday, September 2, 2010

Southern Style Granite; Free to make STUPID business decisions.

Ambulance Driver asked for a favor, and since 1) he's a good man asking for a favor, and b) I agree with what he's asking, here goes.  There is, in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, a business named Southern Style Granite who seems to have an issue with folks in homosexual relationships.  The post is here.  RTWT

Anyhoo, Robert brings to our attention one Baton Rouge area business, Southern Style Granite. They have a really nasty attitude toward gays, to the point of refusing to do business with them.
And that’s fine, really. If they’re afraid of the gay cooties, that’s their business. The libertarian in me tells me that, as a private business, they have the right to refuse service to anyone.
But they don’t have the right to be immune from the consequences of their intolerance and bigotry.
Um, do they not realize how many interior designers are gay? Jeez, talk about not knowing your clientele!

So do me a favor, and link this post in your own blogs, or link Robert’s post, and let’s Google bomb these backwards-assed yahoos into the 21st century. You did it for me with those mouth-breathers at Cycles and More, and now I’m asking you to do the same with Southern Style Granite. This post or Robert’s needs to be the #1 Google result by the end of the week.

Pass the word along.  Be the change.


Why don't you go first, Skippy?

It seems some envirowhacko reject took some hostages at the Discovery Channel headquarters yesterday and got himself fatally ventilated for his trouble.  As happens in such best-case scenarios, none of the hostages or rescuers were harmed.

He'd posted a nutty "manifesto" online, like they all do.  Seriously, the thing reads like it was written by an 8th grader.  Or an illiterate libtard.  My apologies to 8th graders.

According to his scholarly writing, he was a "Human Extinction Project" sort of nutball.  Which, logically, is pretty damn dumb.  But he's entitled to his dumb ideas.  He's even entitled to be as vitriolic about it as he was.  But for the love of God, grow some stones, shut your damn mouth, and lead by example.  (Yes, he's dead, but he made a cop off him, because he was too chickenshit to follow his own preachings.)

By the by, Bex and I want kids.  While I'll grant that fools like James Jay Lee have every right to be as horrible, hateful, and vitriolic as they please, call me (or, God help you, my wife) a "filthy breeder" having "pollution parasite babies," and I can pretty much promise that things will get interesting, in every sense of the word that you can possibly imagine.