From the Propwash Gang
When asked by one of his Parliament members why he believes so much in America , he said:
"A simple way to take measure of a country is to look at how many want in and how many want out."
I'm not a real Cowboy, but I play one in the movies.
(CHIEFTAIN PHOTOS/CHRIS McLEAN) Don Peppard may not have meant to, but he summed up the spirit of the USS Pueblo crew pretty accurately with a joke from the microphone at their reunion banquet Saturday night.
"I've got good news and bad news," the former cryptographic technician told his shipmates and their families at the Pueblo Convention Center. "The bad news is that we were captives 38 years ago. . . The good news is our captors are still there (in North Korea)."
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There's a Division in Korea that the host country doesn't want there...I'll bet Nogales AZ would be more receptive.
I didn't even touch her and she shot me a dirty look and a mutterance disparaging my ancestry. Must have been breathing too close to her. To think that Mrs. Goody-Two-Shoes Malkin would pose for Girls Gone Wild-style bikini pics is just insane.
Thanks to Firehand's WECSOG M-1 Carbine project, I got interested in converting my Universal into a practical shooter with some combat glass. Not quite the scout model, just a heads up bullet hose that scares GFWs. Despite learning that the ADCO sight was dead-on after installation, I decided this project needs some more attention. Perhaps it doesn't like Wolf .30 Carbine; maybe I should have given it a more thorough cleaning...jams galore, just like the MekTech did. Better get cleaning and check out another source of .30 Carbine. It'll give me something to do next week.
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GOP & the City: (First place last week!): Thai Fighters!
I wonder how many Spinal Tap fans ADCO could attract by aggressively marketing this feature. Not many, I imagine. Rock music-parody and cheap Chinese firearm optics don't necessarily overlap.
I got this one from the prize table at the Superstition 3-Gun (after my best performance there ever) but I didn't have anything on which to mount it until I got a Mektech carbine, at which time I noticed the red dot was more of a red blob with a faint red artifact 10 o'clock to the dot that's visible under cloudy conditions. I don't know if my example is indicative of one of their early models, or whether it's a factory second that squeaked past quality control. Any ADCO users out there?
Speaking of diversity, a certain gunblogger on my blogroll is responsible for me dragging out one of my Gunsafe Queens (not to be confused with Stepchildren) and pimping it up a bit. If my function check works out tomorrow, I'll shoot it in the match Sunday, and cooperation pending, will have some action pics for you.
Walking to the mailbox, I got a whiff of a neighbor's large ranger bush which was flowering like crazy (the remnants of mine flowered too). One sniffles culprit Identified! I've got these plants in my front and back yard...they flower twice a year, roughly. I guess if I wasn't living in Tucson, I'd be just as miserable with colds that come with the change of seasons. That and the bonechilling ache that comes with wind chill in the negative numbers. Gee, just thinking about that makes me want to brave the pollen and sit out in the sun for a few hours like an iguana on a rock.
The crud in my head continues to vex. I've avoided self-medicating, preferring to keep hydrated and dose occasionally with Vitamin C. The itchy throat makes sleep a tricky thing...and I don't feel much like slaving over the Flash console in the meantime.
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Cowboy Pistol/Shotgun - Start Position: Standing in Box A, normal ready. Loaded second pistol and shotgun on table, safety on.
Cowboy Pistol/Shotgun - Start position: Standing At Table A normal ready, loaded pistol in holster. Loaded second pistol and shotgun grounded on Table.
On start signal, draw and engage T1 through T10 with pistols, then rifle. Ground pistols as they become empty. Each target requires two hits (either pistol or rifle) to neutralize.
Oh, yeah...how did I do? Well, it'll probably take a week or two for the league to post the scores, but I'm confident that I didn't suck, at least. I had very few penalties to amplify my relatively slow times; jeez, you should have seen Jon blaze away with his competition Glock 9mm and Benelli semi-auto. The only comparable equipment we shot were iron-sighted Colt HBARs...Jon did well enough that his bonuses dropped some of his times down to single-digits or minuses. I've got to stop comparing myself to Jon; it can get downright depressing.
My most popular 3-Gun match stage design has been the Halloween 3-Gun match I did last year. I finally put together the video, which I'll post next week (so I won't have too many YouTube panels on the same page--if you've got no rest in your ass, you can search for it; it's had two views already). What's racking my brain now is how to top that match without copying too many elements from it.
When ITC Entertainment broadcast UFO to American audiences.
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Spent most of the day slaving over the keyboard on the Space Opus. Figured out that I could create the scenes in Flash, export them as AVIs, then string them together in Movie Maker with a music track. The writing part sucks...I still have a great big black hole in the plot; hmmm...I might have to use that. My best ideas usually strike right before I fall asleep, which means I lose about 95% of my great ideas cuz I'm too lazy to get out of bed and write sh*t down. Still, that 5% might elicit a guffaw or two from your ugly mugs, so don't lose hope.
No, I wasn't talking like a pirate; I was ralphing like one. After a few yummy rums and CF Diet Coke, I yielded to the call of the wild. Instead of shaking a T-Shirt at the weasels or giving them a raisin, my impaired judgement motivated me to sit among the ferrets, roughhouse with them, hug them, squeeze them, and call them George. In short, when I left their room, I was one itchy, wheezing, sneezing mess who couldn't take a shower fast enough.
I boarded the scurvy-dog Yard-Pirates' meeting and beat them down with me logic and a bloody great cutlass. To celebrate me victory, I sailed yonder to the grocery-pirates of Safeway and plundered a bottle of rum and a stack of tuber pies...Pringles, I heard 'em called. I woulda sprung for the premium Captain Morgan, but I was lackin' doubloons...fortunately I remembered me first mate's old phone number, so they didn't cheat me so much.