New Discovery!

I have just discovered the newest most awesomest food EVAH!!!!!

Give up?

DEEP FRIED CHICKEN AND CHEESE STUFFED AVACADOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

inorite!

Late night levity.

I saw this on my Fox News feed.

7 Bears Rounded Up in Yellowstone Mauling Probe

And all I could see was the police line up for that.

"Don't worry ma'am, they're behind a two way mirror and can't see you."
"Number three, step forward and say, 'Hey Booboo, let's get us some pik-a-nik baskets!'"
"ROWRRRRRRRrrrrrGROWRRRRrrrrr"
< sob >; "That's him, officer!"

I'm sending this one out to my CO homey, Salamander. A known Ursinophiliac.  Don't try to deny it.

Edit:  Sorry, the above clicky-linky to Sal's blog is the old blog, you can currently find him terrorizing the bears at http://armedandamphibious.wordpress.com/.  Sorry for the mix up.

Edit edit:  After I published this again, I realized that maybe using the word "terrorizing" will pop me up on a couple of gub'mint three letter department's radars.  Oh well, another day, another watch list.

What I did on my summer vacation.

I went to Blogoradoville this last weekend.  A couple of us gathered there to help do some setup for this years Blogorado.  The plan was to start work on the Blogorado Battle Buggy and maybe do some setup on the range.

We actually stayed mostly to plan.

Here are a couple of pics of the buggy.  Coming along nicely, don't you think?

I'm trying to convince them that this should be the Blogorado flag.  The Skull and Bewbies.  I'm finding it a tougher sell than I first imagined.  Can't figure out why.

Strictly for Educational Purposes....

I realize it's been a while since I blogged anything. So something educational. This is strictly for perspective only.

 

On the right is the 12.7x108mm cartridge used by the Soviet Union and Warsaw pact countries.  In the center is the .50BMG round or 12.7x99mm (NATO designation) round.  And on the left is a lope eared bunny with a switchblade.

Okay....

I've had enough of people asking, so here's THE blog post.

I'm not dead, yet.

Observations.

In a surprising hollywood got it right moment.

Women here actually do carry everything in baskets balanced on their heads. I read somewhere they can carry up to 10 times their own body weight.

My Christmas List

This:

Just went on my Zombiepocolypse Christmas list. How kewl is that!

The Parable of the Liberal

You remember how people went about trying to achieve powered flight. They didn't begin with an understanding of the laws of aerodynamics. They didn't begin with a theory based on research and carefully planned experimentation. They just built contraptions, pushed them off the sides of cliffs, and hoped for the best.

All right. I want to follow one of those early trials in detail. Let's suppose that this trial is being made in one of those wonderful pedal-driven contraptions with flapping wings, based on a mistaken understanding of avian flight.

As the flight begins, all is well. Our would-be airman has been pushed off the edge of the cliff and is pedaling away, and the wings of his craft are flapping like crazy. He's feeling wonderful, ecstatic. He's experiencing the freedom of the air. What he doesn't realize, however, is that this craft is aerodynamically incapable of flight. It simply isn't in compliance with the laws that make flight possible-but he would laugh if you told him this. He's never heard of such laws, knows nothing about them. He would point at those flapping wings and say, `See? Just like a bird!' Nevertheless, whatever he thinks, he's not in flight. He's an unsupported object falling toward the center of the earth. He's not in flight, he's in free fall. Are you with me so far?

Fortunately-or, rather, unfortunately for our airman-he chose a very high cliff to launch his craft from. His disillusionment is a long way off in time and space. There he is in free fall, feeling wonderful and congratulating himself on his triumph He's like the man in the joke who jumps out of a ninetieth-floor window on a bet. As he passes the tenth floor, he says to himself, `Well, so far so good!

There he is in free fall, experiencing the exhilaration of what he takes to be flight. From his great height he can see for miles around, and one thing he sees puzzles him: The floor of the valley is dotted with craft just like his-not crashed, simply abandoned. `Why,' he wonders, aren't these craft in the air instead of sitting on the ground? What sort of fools would abandon their aircraft when they could be enjoying the freedom of the air?' Ah well, the behavioral quirks of less talented, earthbound mortals are none of his concern. However, looking down into the valley has brought something else to his attention. He doesn't seem to be maintaining his altitude. In fact, the earth seems to be rising up toward him. Well, he's not very worried about that. After all, his flight has been a complete success up to now, and there's no reason why it shouldn't go on being a success. He just has to pedal a little harder, that's all.

So far so good. He thinks with amusement of those predicted that his flight would end in disaster, broken bones, and death. Here he is, he's come all this way, and he hasn't even gotten a bruise, much less a broken bone. But then he looks down again, and what he sees really disturbs him. The law of gravity is catching up to him at the rate of thirty-two feet per second per second-at an accelerating rate. The ground is now rushing up toward him in an alarming way. He's disturbed but far from desperate. `My craft has brought me this far in safety,' he tells himself. I just have to keep going.' And so he starts pedaling with all his might. Which of course does him no good at all, because his craft simply isn't in accord with the laws of aerodynamics. Even if he had the power of a thousand men in his legs-ten thousand, a million-that craft is not going to achieve flight. That craft is doomed-and so is he unless he abandons it.

"Right. I see what you're saying, but I don't see the connection with what we're talking about here."

sigh.....

Oh, by the way...

Yesterday, I sold the last of the brass I needed to by me a new Mossberg 590A1 Shotgun.

New bangsticks! H'Ray!

You know what?

I just decided I spend too much time jumping to conclusions.

Weekend Ear Worm

I blame Christina_LMT for this one. Just don't get caught singing it out loud in the mall. Don't ask. Just trust me.

I wonder what their internet is like.

I saw this article today:

Health Care Mandate Applies to All -- Except the Amish

I immediately thought, that's a good way to opt out of that little piece of socialist agenda power grab.

But then I realized that;

1. I'd have to find a different career. Flying jets probably doesn't jive too well with the whole horse and buggy lifestyle.
2. What sort of internet connection could I get in an Amish community.

It's a dilemma I tell ya.

How it's made.

Great show.

But as fascinating as it is, it's the only show on TV that is guaranteed to make me fall asleep. Can't figure that out.

Random Musings

Apparently, the actors inside the Godzilla suit for the Japanese movies had a habit of nearly suffocating.


Whoever thought it would be a good idea to take the king sized candy bars and just stick two fun sized ones in the wrapper needs to be taken out back and shot... slowly. When I buy a king sized bar, I WANT a king sized bar. Not some under grown thing they call "fun" sized. What is that anyway? Did some team of cross-discipline scientists and engineers get together, spend millions of government research money and measure fun? I can see it now. "Yes, Senator. We've finally broken through the glee barrier and quantified fun. This is exactly one unit of fun. Now about next years funding..." And those stupid fun sized bars are smaller cross sectional than the king sized bars used to be! If I'd wanted a fun sized bar, I would have gone to the store and bought a bag of fun sized bars. Not gotten ripped off at the vending machine for two of them. You know what, shooting that asshat slowly is too good for him. He needs to be stood up before a firing squad while being drawn and quartered for life.


A team of mathematicians at MIT submitted a geometric proof today that may very well turn the universe on it's ear. It took 12 of them 5 years, but they think they've proven that there is exactly 12.421 lbs of fruitcake on the entire planet and it just keeps getting passed around from person to person. The implications are astounding. The corollary law of conservation of fruitcake is being examined by the team of physicists that first postulated the 1st Law Of Bacon: Bacon can be neither created nor destroyed it can only GET IN MY BELLAH!

Today...

I made a bacon bacon bacon and cheese sandwich for lunch.

Life is good.

You know...

I have nothing to say. Go away. GET OFF MY LAWN!

ITLAPD!!!

Yaaarrr, ye scurvy wags. We be knowing the way the seas be blowin on this day. Tighten up ye mainsail, load ye main guns. It be International Talk Like A Pirate Day! There's plunder out there, me buckkos!

Sign-o-the-times

While picking up batteries today, I noticed that the fun sized candy bars had gotten smaller.

Sign of the times or are people just more easily amused?

Not for nuthin'

But I've cleaned over 700 rounds of .45ACP brass.

and I still don't have any large pistol primers or CCI #34 primers for my rifle.

The Official GunNuts:TNG Radio show drinking rules, Breda edition.

Since those hosts are getting sneaky on us and trading off hosting duties to try to foil our Tuesday night drunk. I'm going to now put up the rules for when the lovely Breda has the cam.

1. If Breda says or types "ack", everybody drink.
2. If she flips her hair, drink.
3. If she uses lipgloss, drink.
4. If she touches her sexay sexay librarian glasses, we drink... and drool a bit.
5. If she drinks, we drink
6. If one of her cats does a walk-on on the cam, we drink.
7. If the cat sniffs or licks the cam, that's a slam.
8. If she displays a gun that give us a case of firearm envy, we drink

That should do it. Oh, and if Mike dances around topless behind Breda, well you can do what you want, but I doubt we'll ever get that image out of our minds.