Sunday, October 31, 2004
Sunday Ferret Blogging 31 Oct
Saturday, October 30, 2004
Hospitality, Texas Style
Friday, October 29, 2004
Carnival of Lights
I bought the G22 (top) to save wear and tear on my carry gun which I'd been shooting in IPSC. It had the old railless frame too until I slapped that on a Mektek carbine upper and bought a railed frame, intending to mount a light on it. While my best friend keeps a setup like this as his nightstand gun, I still keep the G23 and Surefire handy for that. My G22 project was inspired by the diabolical stage designers of last year's Superstition Mountain Mystery 3-Gun Competition. One of the carbine courses included a wood frame house completely enclosed in black plastic. There was barely enough ambient light inside to see the targets...rushing in from the bright daylight outside? Forget it! I resolved to have some kind of light on each weapon in case they tried this next year. I sometimes pack the G22 openly in the new Fobus holster when I'm driving at night, keeping a conventional flashlight handy for non-Red Alert moments, because I can't dismount the M-3 while the gun is secured in the holster.
I took the little Surefire with me on my last tour to Korea (locking everything else up in the safe until my return). That's a handy thing to have. When you can't pack heat, pack light.
Russ Vaughn's "The Question"
The question you must ask yourself
As you head off to your poll,
Is who you trust to lead us now
That survival is our goal.
We tread the path of Jihad’s wrath,
Where misstep could spell doom,
And future times of horrid climes,
In Holocaust’s gray gloom.
What then again I’ll ask of you,
Should be our true agendas,
Privilege and prosperity
Or ways to best defend us?
Affluence won’t concern us much,
Other problems will confound us,
When our cities lie in smoking ruins,
With destruction all around us.
What sort of man I ask you now
Do we really want to lead us?
A nuanced pol, who talks and talks,
While Jihadis grimly bleed us?
Or a fighter, who will walk the walk,
Take the battle to them there,
Force their hand and make them stand,
Destroy them in their lair?
This veteran says let’s fight them there;
Lure all those fanatic fools,
To where they face armed fighting men,
Not children in their schools.
I know how I shall vote this time,
I’ll vote to win this war;
Not to let John Kerry lose it,
As he did mine long before.
2d Bn, 327th Parachute Infantry Regiment
101st Airborne DivisionVietnam 65-66
Thursday, October 28, 2004
To John F'ing Kerry
The New Catalog's Here!
a. I don't have anything else in .45 Colt, even reloading dies.
b. I haven't felt social enough to try Cowboy Action Shooting even with the equipment I already have.
c. My cartridge belt loops won't take .45s.
d. I'm a bit under-employed at the moment.
Neither of these conditions have ever stopped me from making impulsive purchases before, so we'll see....
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
God Bless America
Later: the Red Sox win! Now who phones in first? Their President or their faux-fan Senator?
"Golden Age for the Boston Red Sox?" With all those free agents? Nuh-uh!
Next year, the Cubs kill the Goat.
Why Does the Left Fear the Draft?
Hey, Moonbat, what could be so bad about a military draft? If circumstances got so dire that the Selective Service actually started Selecting, you have nothing to worry about. You can easily get a Backdoor Draft Deferrment, that is, reach out to one of your gay friends and take it up the Backdoor and get excused for conduct nonconducive to military service. Get pictures, so the draft board'll believe you. What? Too straight for that? Got something against gays? Are you really a Liberal Democrat, or just trying to get into some liberal chick's pants? Can't you just take one for the Flipper?
What about Canada? That's where most of the Vietnam-era dodgers went. That's a Socialist's Paradise, so you'll fit right in there. Cheap health care, French accents, minor-league hockey, almost everyone thinks like you do...what else could you ask for? All you have to do is put your life on hold for a few years until another weak-kneed Democrat takes office and offers amnesty. Happens all the time.
Another option is to head for the hills! Unfortunately, your only woodcraft consists of handcuffing yourself to a tree to prevent lumberjacks from doing their job or harassing hunters in protest. Forget about finding someone to help; all the woodsmen and hunters went and enlisted at the first call-up. Errrr...is that bear shit?
But whatever you do, don't shuffle into the induction center with an attitude like yours. I want motivated, red-blooded Americans protecting my family, not some whiny, foot-dragging malcontent who wasn't even smart enough to stay in college. I've met some draftees who stayed in the military long after the draft ended. They first had to have a fire lit under them by cranky, hard-living men of skill and bravery. The ones who stayed had a fire lit within them, a fire that burns hotter and longer than the butt-scorching variety. If you Fahrenheit (Butt##) is that much lower than your Fahrenheit (Heart##), maybe you'd be better off freezing your Butt in Canada.
A man who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.
John Stuart Mill
Lileks Fantasizes Kerry Win!
Just Because They're All Out to Get You....
Let’s face it; George ruined a lot of people’s plans, a lot of very powerful peoples plans. He broke a lot of rice bowls. The UN had a sweet deal going in Iraq until he came along and screwed it up for everyone. France had a sweet deal, 100 billion in oil contracts, weapons systems, infrastructure development. Germany had her hands in the Mesopotamian pie too, right up to her elbows. Russia was face down in the slop.
They gave us Afghanistan, they could hardly say no, but Iraq was always off limits. Once George decided to go into Iraq, the gloves came off. From that point on, George has made himself the target of a lot of people who made their living and kept their accounts in balance with the haul of cash made fencing the goods for Saddam and his family band of mad pirates.
He'll tell you why.
Give it Up for the Congo!
Ah, those zany, fun loving Congolese! Of course, you may be thinking, "But that nation can't possibly be important enough to have any sort of real influence on the United Nations and, by implication, American foreign policy under a Kerry administration." As the French would say, "au contraire," which translates to either, "on the contrary," or, "I surrender!" depending on context. The DR of the Congo has all sorts of relevance in the United Nations. Just have a look at the committees of which it is a member:
International Atomic Energy Agency (You know, the people responsible for keeping states like North Korea and Iran from developing The Bomb).
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Or Maybe a Smiley Face!
Nobody takes a blogschtick and runs with it like the Commissar at Politburo Diktat. Hey, slow down! You can trip and put an eye out with that! Today, the Caustic Comrade took aim at the vitriolic comments coming from Left that would be fightin' words a century or two ago and offers a solution:
Incredibly, some ill-informed, humor-challenged Repugnicans cannot tell when Lefties are "kidding," or displaying "humour." They claim that in statements like "Bush is worse than Hitler, so let's kill him," it's just hard to tell where the humor starts. Or, following unprecedent pre-election violence and statements like, "If all the votes are counted, we (the Dems) will win," Ms. Edwards' bon mot sounds like a veiled threat.
Here's a suggestion. Use (*k) when you're kidding, (*s) when serious. Like this: "Bush is the worst fucking President ever (*s). Send him back to Crawford, Texas (*s). He's worse than Hitler (*s). He's a war criminal, responsible for the deaths of thousands of innocents (*s). There's really no difference between him and Hitler (*s). He should be shot (*k)." Isn't that better?
The cap-and-ball revolver revolutionized warfare and self-defense by multiplying the firepower an individual could wield. As a battle weapon, it screams for a place in my collection, but which one to get? The Cabela's catalog was my shopping grounds and Google fuelled my decision-making. A majority of Civil War images I found where a pistol was proudly displayed, it was a Remington. On top of that, further research material lauded the Remington's top-strap strength and ease of reloading. And I could get one for less than $200 (except that I sprang for the extra cylinder and BP starter kit). Decision made.
If I decided to get another BP wheelgun, which would it be? Either another '58 NA or a Walker Dragoon .44 just to have.
For other Civil War goodies: if I'm ever wealthy, maybe a Sharps carbine or Henry Rifle.
BTW: Does anybody have a clean scan of the Far Side cartoon in my banner? I have no XP driver for my ancient Epson scanner, so I tried working off a photo. Bad idea. All Hail Gary Larson.
Monday, October 25, 2004
Worst Case Scenario
Terrorisim will no longer be a war. it will be a law enforcement issue. Kerry has made this very clear. So, when that carbomb takes out the disco where your daughter is partying, or the school your son attends is taken hostage and all the schoolkids are killed, or when the haberdasher's shop down the street is burned to the ground, kerry will make every effort to find those people, and prosecute them. Oh, some shyster lawyer will make a name for himself getting themost of the terrorists off, but that's ok. The billions he will take away from the intelligence community will more than pay for their legal defenses. And there will be plenty, because they want to kill us all. hell, everyone knows that, and dammit, they deserve to kill us all. it's their religion, after all.
We need to be sensitive to that.
But there were no WMD!: There were WMD in Iraq. Not nuclear WMD but chemical WMD and ranged WMD. If you can remember back to the first days of the ground war you'll remember the first missile fired was a SCUD aimed at Kuwait. A SCUD is a banned weapon, as was the Al Sammud II missiles that they said they did not have...until we found them and forced them to start destroying them. The first SCUD fired was rumored to have a chemical warhead. This was found out by radio transmission interception. It was later found out, when we picked these guys up, that they were too scared to handle the potentially leaky chemical warheads and opted for the explosive head instead. These were WMD and proof the inspections did not work. After the, ahem, peace was won we discovered something that absolutely wasn't chemical weapons. It was only barrels upon barrels of pesticide, concentrated enough to cause people to have chemical like effects in several cases (see: foaming at the mouth and shaking violently on the floor), in ammunition dumps, next to empty rocket shells. But this was only for agricultural purposes so I digress.
For more, click here.
Lies, Lies, Lies
Of four siblings, my baby sister was the only one who decided to procreate, so it feels odd that I'm an uncle now that I've reached the ripe old age I am. Now I gotta do the proud uncle thing and show the pictures, kind if like I did with her mother's pics when I was in Basic Training. "Is that your little girl?" "Yup, she's my little sister!"
Sunday, October 24, 2004
My Favorite Comedian...
Ferret Blogging 24 Oct
I brought Coco home right after I moved into my new house. Gracie wasn't living in my bathroom any more and had lots of room to share in her new room. For some reason, they liked to nest in the second floor of some stackable storage containers.
Saturday, October 23, 2004
I'm rooting for the Sox in the World Series only so they'll shut up about the Curse of the Bambino forever...that, and since I've grown a beard, Johnny Damon is almost as handsome as I am. mASSBACKWARDS is a bit more partisan on the issue. Stop by and see whether they have a prayer of winning.
Hat tip to The Royal Flush, another fine blog.
Say It Aint So, Joe
First, you try to influence our Presidential election with a letter-writing campaign, now you're calling for the assassination of our President? Charlie Brooker is a toddler snacking from his own diaper. Asshats like him remind us that although your country might be our best friend in the world, Britain is gradually sinking into the moonbat fever swamps. You really need to close off that Chunnel, the fumes from France are going to your heads.
A Citizen, Not a Subject
Tucson, Arizona, USA
Update: I didn't ask for an apology or retraction, since I think they're incapable of doing the right thing. To give them a piece of your mind, write to email@example.com
Friday, October 22, 2004
"Big Breasts" and Body Armor
We get to the dust-off point. We get him out of the vehicle, I and a staff sergeant from CA sit with him, and I am assessing him in my head, trying to figure out what is wrong with him. He can't lay down because too much blood is going down his throat. Probably too much blood getting into his airways, keep him upright. Urgent Surgical, Lacerations to the face, possible loss of eyesight, lacerations left and right shoulder, shrapnel entrance wounds, scrape left leg. I am cutting away his uniform with a knife he gave me. Exposing his wounds, seeing how bad it might be. Other than on his face, none are terribly serious. His face scares the shit out of me. Out of my mouth are constant comfort and jokes and bullshit and anything I can think of. I am even telling him not to worry and telling him what I see. He is drowning I am describing the water.
WHERE THE FUCK IS THE CHOPPER?
Read the rest. Hat tip to Trying to Grok again.
"Al Pieda" Strikes Close to Home
h/t Protein Wisdom
Ghoulish Traffic Report
"Mekong Delta Blues"
I hear that swiftboat comin', it's comin' 'round the bend, I ain't had my head above the railing since I don't know when
I'm stuck in the Mekong Delta,and time keeps draggin' on
But that Purple Heart collection is gonna get me home
Check it out.
Thursday, October 21, 2004
And Now, For Something Completely Different
You do have the latest Macromedia Flash player, don't you?
%&*&%, where's that link?
*Hydrating from blood donation yesterday. Give blood!
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
The Good, the Bad, the Waffler
But if I wouldn't run George W. Bush off if I was riding into Bad Country. In fact, I'd be honored to have the man watch my back in any seedy shantytown in the Third World.
He's got steel in his backbone, and a steady gunhand, even when things are gonna get Ugly. And though I don't take much to churchfolk, the good man's faith in a Higher Being has seen him through tough scrapes that would have broken a lesser man.
Now...that Kerry fellow...he just plain creeps me out.
I rode with a fellow like him once. Tuco would sell his brother for a bag of pesos and a bottle of whiskey, just like Kerry sold his Brothers for a Lefty political career. Now, if I was George, I'd make a noose out of Kerry's lies, flip-flops, and moonbattery...string it over a tree limb, and tighten it around that low-life's neck. Then, I'd stand him up on his extremely rickety credibility and ride off with the 2004 Presidency in my saddlebags.
Just as a I ride to the crest of the hill, the "gentlemanly" thing to do would be to shoot the rope.
But seein' as how this has been a vicious campaign, with lots of shots fired, and ya know...I don't really remember if I've reloaded since the last fight. Wonder if the punk'll feel lucky....
My entry in the Truth Laid Bear Blogburst: Heroes for Bush.
In the BONEyard for Halloween
In the time it took me to give blood, pick up baseball munchies at the commissary, and come home, I got three and a half pages of this! Some folks even hung around the saloon for a while. Many thanks to Greyhawk for putting in a good word. Keep safe, sir.
Update: About 150 Mudville Gazetteers as of 19:30 MST. Blogger froze up for a while, obscuring my sidebar-thingy. Thanks for stopping by!
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Fortunately, I didn't have to run to the Emergency Room and miss tonight's Mail Call from Afghanistan!
The sidewalks of my dusty town are made of wood and blood, rising up above loose sands to ease the burden of walking armored from point A to B. Here where the sidewalk ends a man not long ago a boy stands vigil in a slapped-together shack; at the sound of heavy boots on wood he rises and renders greetings. Return that greeting with a smile and present your bona fides, nod and sincerely wish a good day as he waves you on.Read the rest.
Homeless Index Increases
Update: Snopes debunks this as false! I stand corrected...maybe that's why I hadn't thought of it before! Don't worry, Countertop, I'll still read ya! Thanks to Mike D. for the correction!
Update update: Countertop is turning a mean eye towards Snopes to see they they may have vaulted the mako.
Only Compact a Man Should Carry
Monday, October 18, 2004
No, ROK WAC. Or the Japanese idealized Korean female soldier. I don't read Japanese, but I know anime cheesecake gun pr0n when I see it. The caption describes the weapon she's holding and other unintelligible (to me) Japanese things. The site maintains this disclaimer in English:
I has no sympathies with any Nazi Faascist or other neo political/military parties past or present.
Elsewhere, on the page marked joshi, you get a menu of unlabeled thumbnails which I painstakingly investigated on my slow dial-up connection. A taste:
Tobira holds a Type 64 assault rifle.
Geckou is flying an RC model plane.
Taiki is armed with an AK-74.
Sweet Midori holds up an M-16. Check out the doofus behind her.
Asakura sports a Minimi squad automatic weapon.
Bikini-clad Chou holds a Remington XP-100 used by the DEA.
Ryouhei has a stick-grenade in her web belt.
Vietnum (not her name?) holds an AR-18
Sitotu gets all medieval with a Janaese katana.
There are several more rows of thumbnails featuring more weapons and uniform styles, including WWII Afrika Korps and JASDF. My well of generosity is parched now. Check out the rest yourself.
Sunday, October 17, 2004
Sunday Ferret Blogging
1. Ignore the little ones. Maybe they'll go away. Where's the food? Look! Tunnels!
2. That's it kid! I'm mopping the floor with ya!
3. Nap time!
Saturday, October 16, 2004
Gloom, Despair, and Agony
Live Blog Halloween!
This plan is null and void if I happen to get invited to a party that night.
Then I'll Live Blog Halloween Party!
A Vengeful Goddess
I guess people actually play this game to make their little sims happy. I'll admit that i did that for awhile, but to be honest, it just got boring. So of course I reverted to my typical gaming pattern of torturing innocents to death. I start out by creating a random couple. I build them a littleroom, seen below, with a door. One they've both walked in to check their "home" out, I get rid of the door. As you can see, the room contains the following: a ghetto chair, a fireplace, a clown painting....
For the sake of all the people in her life, I hope this keeps her dark thoughts contained. Anyway, check out the screen shots!
h/t to Rocket Jones
Sure, She's a Hollywood Moonbat....
I haven't watched a whole China Beach episode with the sound on, but I thought Dana Delany was the highlight of Tombstone. Once fan sites started collecting Dana pics, they got my traffic. My favorite site even has wallpaper p-shopped from some of her best poses. They have one of the photo above, but they mirror-imaged it and painstakingly reprinted her nametape on the right...but they left the US Army tape backwards. Even so, it's on my wallpaper background now. Every time it see it, I have to fight the urge to chew her out for sloppy wear of the uniform. "Button up or take it off!" Hey, that's good advice even today!
Vote for the Oil Whore!
Harvey at Bad Example was asked by a raving moonbat:
If you are a real man, you would answer me about why you would vote for an oil whore like bush.Head on over for his answer.
Anybody out there have the real recipe for me?
Friday, October 15, 2004
Oct 15 New Gun Pr0n (Updated)
Update: I guess he should have said "finicky with ALL ammo." I got jams (failures to eject) or every second shot out of every magazine but one. This mag, the longest, functioned perfectly every time, except for the last shot. I tried this several times with three different brands of ammo--same result. Methinks Cowboy Blob has been had, but I'm not sure what my options are. I can't prove there's anything wrong with the gun...the magazines seem to be the problem. Any ideas?
Check Your Compass
Thursday, October 14, 2004
Migrant Soldiers Front!
The training schedule consists of marksmanship, small unit infantry action, perimeter defense, civic affairs, English, and survival Arabic lessons. They'll already be aclimated to a desert environment. There's no shortage of Spanish speakers in the US Army who can act as training cadre. Once trained, the soldiers are added to the annual Iraq rotation (or whevever we're liberating by then). I'll leave it to the Ground Heads to determine how to fit them in with deploying infantry units, but they probably can't operate as squads themselves unless some of the motivated brighter ones are promoted to NCO during training. Keeping them together might be good for their morale. Special skill recruits could be transferred to other branches, but these ought to be rare among migrant agricultural workers.
When their unit redeploys to the States, they can stay with that unit on active duty and bring their dependents to the USA. Returnees may chose to pick vegetables (or whatever) as a Reservist, coming back for paid drill one weekend a month, but these folks won't have the benefit of Army housing. Reserve drill can be performed at any Army Reserve facility. At the end of a three-year term, they can go back to Mexico or stay in the US as a legal alien. Those who faced combat may be eligible for immediate US citizenship. Heck, some might reenlist. VA education benefits would apply as normal (for those who didn't send every last spare dollar back to Mexico).
The minimum wage non-conscripts would have the same term of service, during which they'll acquire the habit of filing taxes. Since there will probably be more of these folks than the camps need, excess personnel can be released into the economy (or back to Mexico) after a term to be determined by the President.
Before all this happens, we flood the Mexican media with a warning outlining the consequences of risking our border illegally. Before long, they might realize that it would be easier to just contact the Army Recruiter at the Embassy than stomp across the desert carrying a jug of water. And who knows, perhaps the Mexican government grow some and field a contingent alongside their own countrymen?
Note: This started out as a joke post, but it started to take on a life of its own--so I excised all the funny bits. Discuss.
He Links Me!
[/Sally Fields impersonation]
James at Hell in a Handbasket can write rings around Cowboy Blob, but links me anyways. Thanks! Today, he's rebutting another essay on what Superhero best embodies being an American, The original author, Shannon Love, claimed Superman best represented American values (hey, he's an immigrant fighting for Truth, Justice, and the American Way). James argues that Spiderman best fits the bill. While Spiderman is one of my favorite superheroes ever, right behind Alvin York and Audie Murphy, I can't picture the Webslinger as the anthropomorphication of America. After all, J. Jonah Jamison seems to be the only non-villain who openly hates Spiderman.
I think to truly capture America in a Superhero, you need more than one, so I pick the Fantasic Four!
Reed Richards (Mr. Fantastic): intellectual, a leader, superhumanely elastic, everything John Kerry wishes he could be...imagine the flip-flops possible!
Susan Storm, the Invisible Woman: Yes, there are strong women in the world and America has raised some of the best. Her defensive powers of invisibility and force field projection represent the good that America does (and what little visibility and credit we get out it).
Johnny Storm (Human Torch): A hothead literally/figuratively with the power of flight is a good analogy of the entrepreneurial power of Americans. They can feel the heat from across both oceans.
and Ben Grimm (the Thing) represents America's military/industrial strength...and it's Clobbering Time!
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
Presidential Debatseball Blogging
DaGoddess was looking for a few good pundits or punditzes to guestblog during her impending absence, but she apparently has enough support. I'd hate to alienate her substantial readership with my usual marginal content. Worse, California Fish and Game might raid her home looking for illegal ferrets.
Strike Three! Game over! Yankees suck! I need a drink.
Euroweenie, You're a Weenie
I recently had someone get "red faced furious" at President Bush and his not igning the Kyoto Treaty. When I explained that President Bush could sign on tommorrow and nothing would change, as the Senate is unlikely to ratify the treaty in any form, no matter how its presented. The Senate had already voted down the treaty 98-0 once before. This person simply didn't believe me, I then asked them why then didn't President Clinton sign on to Kyoto if it were so easy? He of course, didnt have an answer. He has always been told it was Only Bush that was stopping it. When I told him that it was actually American voters who had largely stopped Kyoto, he simply could not understand how it was so, and yet, it clearly was.
It seems that lots of Euros are "redfaced furious" with our President specifically or us in general. I wonder if any are redfaced in embarassment over their governments' support for a dictator who slaughtered innocent men, women, and children.
h/t to Trying to Grok
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
The answer to both the zombie dilemma and the ax-wielder is the pelvic girdle. Bust up that ring of bones (.45 ACP and shotguns work best) and the attacker falls down, even if they're supernaturally animated. Once the attacker falls short of you, running away or busting a cap into his head is much easier. Uh, for zombies anyway. For the non-undead, you're legally obligated to check whether they wish to continue attacking before dispatching them. That's easy enough...if they haven't curled into the fetal position by then, shoot away. In the Usenet forum, one police officer noted that one marauding thug threw down his weapon and surrendered after the officer drew down on him. "You were gonna shoot me in the nuts!" Indeed.
Flash Update! The Kerry/Edwards campaign is endorsing Zombie Proliferation!
h/t Is Full of Crap
Monday, October 11, 2004
Sign Ze Papers, Old Man!
SlagleRock has a scoop from the director of AuthentiSEAL, an organization that has debunked scores of posers and frauds claiming to be members of elite forces. A.L. "Steve" Nash speculates why John Kerry's Honorable Discharge is dated March, 2001. It certainly explains why Waffles won't sign the SF 180 to release all of his records...it's because he can't and remain a viable candidate.
Not that he's really viable anymore.
Happy Eurocentric Imperialism Day!
They took America out of the Empire, but couldn't take the Empire out of America. The fecund 13 States busted out of their seams with explorers and settlers. Heading west and south, they put the squeeze on Spanish and French and later Mexican colonials, and exterminated those aborigines who wouldn't assimilate. They bought off the French and Russians, repelled the English/Canadians, and chased the Spanish out of their colonies. Now America has the luxury to have compassion for the Native Americans and the power to earn the fear, if not respect/friendship of Europe. But they should not hate us, because they made us what we are. If they look too hard, they might see the genes of their own bravest and brightest, long bred out their own anemic pool of socialism.
Sunday, October 10, 2004
Tried to Grok
Oh, crap. I'm still not used to the Gazette's new format with ten billion authors. My deepest apologies to John of Argghhh! for misatributing his work. In fact, I agree with John, since he was the one who wrote this post. I also loved Grim's anecdote in the comments section:
I've got a lot of catching up to do.
So I showed my wife this picture you lead off with tonight, hoping to teach her about the injustice you cite.
Pointing at the three guys sweeping the area with their rifles, I said, "Dear, do these look like infantry or cavalry to you?"
"Cavalry," she said.
"Really?" I asked. "What makes you say that?"
"Well, look how short they are!" she answered.
Sunday Ferret Blogging
Even their naptime arrangements are different. Although they've got several ferret beds around their room (washed since the first batch), the place they like to sleep best is under a shelf unit with no bedding. That's even where Lenny runs (no matter where he is in the room) when something spooks him. Squiggy is afraid of nothing. Thankfully, there are times when they are even cuddly, when Squiggy forgets to bite. But during their morning frenzy, when they're bouncing around so hard you can hear them gasping for air, that's not a good time to squeeze the weasels.
Saturday, October 09, 2004
Yeah, Right, I'm Starch
Prolific Paratrooper of Prose Posts
Japanese Aircraft Pr0n
Friday, October 08, 2004
What? It's Election Day Already?
The sun was warm on my bra straps as I jumped the gate into Bellyrigg Public School to cast my vote for truth and hope. The party faithful rallied to my cause and gave me a bandaid wgen I landed badly and scraped my elbow. But blood and democracy are twin sisters of a greater future, so I didn't mind. Old women were there, gracefully smoking Vicounts and handing out Housie forms, so I pinched one and said that sisterhoos embraced the bi-cause more than in the white picket 50s. A small dog yapped.
Update: John Howard, the incumbent, wins!
It says "Team America" right?
A Fan...or a Stalker?
Someone at the ANDREA domain (green, Mountain Time zone) spends more time reading my blog than I (blue) spend writing and checking it. Maybe they made my blog their startup page. Yoohoo! Andrea! Drop me a comment or an Email. I can get you help!
Blogging the Debate...Not!
Update: Yankees are up 5-1. I was lulled to inattention by the sound of Joe Morgan's voice. Man, he sure loves to hear himself talk. Wizbang is blogging the debate with the sound turned off! I wonder if he knew my grandfather!
Update: Yankees 7-1. The Twins deserve to lose after getting two hits, but going a Base Too Far each time.
Update: Ouch! Crunched into the wall! Maybe some little red pills would help? Beck is hallucinating...Cthulhu is not debating. Dick Cheney is the Tenacled One! Ia Ia Cthulhu Fthagn!
Update! Yankees 8-1. Spoons has a great live blog of the debate. Hasn't called the contest yet, though.
Update: Yankees 8-2, Mariano Rivera comes in to close. Whack! Whack! It's 8-4 now, two out. Ground out to first! Game over, man!
JohnL at TexasBestGrok has only two entrants in this week's SF Babe poll, from Buck Rogers in the 25th Century: Princess Ardala and my favorite, Col. Wilma Deering. I've been hot for Erin Gray since she used to model underwear in the Sears catalog...uh, did I really have to say that? Anyway, the commenters so far seem to have the hots for that other space bimbo. Drop by and show Erin some love.
I Got the Check, Mr. Rove
Thursday, October 07, 2004
"Darth Vader in the White House"
After reading that, head over to the Jawa Report for Rusty Shackleford's treatise on the Case for Nuking Mecca. Good links there to Bill Whittle and Ace of Spades!
I want Darth Vader in the White House. I guess Cheney would do in a pinch, but I want a Dark Lord sitting on his Throne of Blood in the situation room, commanding vast carrier battlegroups, legion after legion of grim-faced troops and waves of aircraft so thick they darken the skies over enemy countries. I want a President who will say things like "I find your lack of faith disturbing, Mr Spanish prime minister" and "You have failed me for the last time Mr Bremer". I want the President to go on "The Daily Show" so he can toss a drinking cup made from Saddam's skull into Jon Stewart's lap, just to laugh at how green Stewart would go. I want the heads of terrorists impaled on stakes at the entrance to Congress. I want the mere prospect of having the President pissed off at them to make Chirac and Schroeder soil their silk underwear.
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Looking Any Better?
Last night's ballgame was much more entertaining than the VP debate; it's never fun when you know who's going to win. I couldn't bear to see the Rottweiler disembowel the Preschooler. On the other hand, I surfed between the Prez debate and the AF/Navy game last week and saw a more even match on either sides. Not that I think Kerry has a kleagle's chance in Compton of winning; I'll take substance over style any day. That's enough from me on the subject; head on over to Bill Whittles place. He says it better than I ever could.
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
The "F" Stands for Ephialtes
Go there and read the rest.
The ancient Greeks were fond of democracy, loved to speak of it, debate it,
theorize about it. When it came time to defend it, however, it seems that the
Athenians were something less than enthusiastic about strapping on a short
sword, hefting a shield and marching off to the ramparts. In fact, one of the
great lessons in military history deals with not only the few saving the many,
but also of betrayal of the few by one.
Ann Coulter, First Lady of the VRWC
"After all the speculation about the sniper terrorizing Maryland and Virginia, at last we have some cold hard facts. He is a Muslim. He converted to Islam 17 years ago. He changed his name to John Muhammad. He belonged to Louis Farrakhan's Nation of Islam. He cheered the terrorist attack of Sept. 11. He registered his getaway vehicle with the DMV on the anniversary of Sept. 11 – writing down the time of registration as 8:52 a.m. Naturally, therefore, the mainstream media have decided the crucial, salient fact about sniper John Muhammad is that he is a Gulf War veteran." -- Ann Coulter
Monday, October 04, 2004
I've Found A Nursery Buddy!
Link Etiquette and Stuff
As you might have noticed, my blog is not a hard news site. I assume you're up on the news, or just don't care. I run through my blogroll the first thing in the morning...my favorites list is actually four or five times longer. If one of the more obscure blogs has something I haven't seen elsewhere, that's news I'll link. Other than that, it's guns, cool military stuff, shiny things that distract me, and camouflaged things that distract me.
The Eyes Still Have It
h/t to Baldilocks
Stuck in the CD Player
Sunday, October 03, 2004
Argghhh! My Poor Orao Cookie!
John, give me a day or so to come up with the appropriate tribute (or Email me specifics). Thanks for the traffic you sent my way. Thanks to everybody who saw the post and bent a couple of brain cells to try to solve it. Feel the burn!
CW Wins the Aircraft ID Contest!
Saturday, October 02, 2004
Gun Pr0n Smorgasborg
Cactus Matches have a "keep it bagged/holstered" policy, so I'll have to wait for one of the real 3-gun matches to snap a similar panaorama of wonderful gunliness.
Gun Pr0n (c) Castle Argghhh 2004
Friday, October 01, 2004
Must Read Iowahawk!
Gauntlets! Gauntlets Everywhere!
Now to find an entry for John's Ugliest Aircraft contest. I'll try to do this without going down the road and snapping a pic of something in the Boneyard.
UPDATE: In case you're unsure how this works, click the Comments link and type your guess to the aircraft's identity in the blank. The first correct answer will get blogrolled, if you have a blog. If you don't, I'll post a vanity article on the person/subject of your choice, complete with original haiku and/or limerick.
These are Two of my Favorite Things...
Oh, yeah, at the site, you can get a glimpse of what they're fighting for!
To paraphrase Cary Elwes, "There's a shortage of perfect breasts in this world; it would be a shame to neglect yours."