Friday, July 29, 2011

The end is here

Finally!  Freedom!  What am I gonna do now?  Nothing, that's what.  I've been running around like crazy the past couple weeks, and it's just gonna pick up again tomorrow, so I wanna just relax.  Maybe I'll do some laundry, or veg and just watch some shows and movies.  Or, I could actually get around to filling out that OkCupid profile (that a friend started for me) with nothing but bullcrap and sarcasm.  That'll really piss 'em off.  Heck, I should get down to writing actually entertaining things on this blog, but I doubt that's gonna be happening.

In the meantime, I gotta prepare to go down to southern Utah by turning my roomie's car into an unholy death dealing machine that spews fire and middle fingers to survive the trip. 

Yeah, that looks about right. Now on to my wardrobe:
Perfect.  Okay, I'm ready to go.  Now I'm gonna go goof off.

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Dropping off the grid

Okay, not really.  Just going back to hell, the surface of the sun, the exclusion zone, southern Utah for the weekend.  I'll be hitching a ride with the roomie, as he is going there for a function with his family as well.  I, on the other hand, will enjoy my time on the homefront by visiting my own brother, mom, aunt, and cousin for the weekend.  If all goes well, it should be a blast (pun intended). 

However, I loathe the idea that I'm going down during the absolute worst time of the year.  I looked on the forecast, and it's nothing but triple digit weather during constant thunderstorms the whole week.  This should be good.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Where in the hell is Carmen Sandiego?

Absenteeism on the interwebs aside, things have been pretty eventful.  Don't even know where to begin, really.

The holiday weekend wasn't bad, just ended up driving out to Henifer for no apparent reason, which ended up taking all day.  Then, finished up the trip by stopping at World Market in Park City, and so naturally, I ended up spending an exorbitant amount of money on imported soda.  Yum-o.

Yesterday was pretty good as well.  Had a big discussion with the boss about guns, when he mentioned there's a little gun shop about a half hour north of us that closes at 5 that is selling a mass amount of HK USP 40s for only $399.00!  Holy frakking crap!  If I had just the slightest bit more money, I would have gone for it without any hesitation whatsoever.  In the end my boss gave the roomie and I permission to leave early, just so he and my roomie could buy one.  Once again, I am Jack's jealous thoughts.
here she be

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Horribleness confirmed!

I have a PhD. in horribleness, dare I say.  Why?  Well, went shooting with my boss the other day, and had (maybe) my second worst performance with the pistol ever.  It was bad.  Thank goodness I don't have a good camera, because I wouldn't want any future generations seeing that.  I performed so badly, that I was beginning to contemplate Seppuku.  But, that's when I noticed something.  After such a rigorous shooing session, nearly all the screws for the grips had come out!  Defiantly not conducive to good shooting. Looks like the verdict on my accuracy may be postponed until after the acquisition of some loctite.

In the meantime, it is Sunday, so here's some music, this time in 80's flavor:

Friday, July 22, 2011


Man, my work just loves me.  First, I get a free laptop, then a free server, then free cake and cookies, bagels, and today we got free ice cream.  I'm just waiting for the moment in which I'm reading the employee handbook, and someone screams from the other room, "NO!  DON'T!  IT'S A COOKBOOK!"
Over the course of our three day weekend, some of my colleagues and I are going to be holding somewhat of a study, proposed by our boss, to see who can shoot the tightest groupings this weekend.  Can't wait to see the results.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

I keep my hair, sir.

So, I definitely aint the betting type, but I did make a wager with the roomie the other day.  I won't go into specifics on the subject, but suffice to say, the penalty for me not keeping my word, is that I would have to shave my head.  Well, not so much shave, but completely Bic'd.  So, yeah.  Better do my part to not let that happen.  On an unrelated note, I really need a haircut.  I'm starting to look like a homeless ruffian with a perm.

Also, the roomie is planning on buying an optic for his AR, and is feverishly researching cheap/affordable options that are still reliable and durable.  Tough gig.  It's a way too flooded market for me to even begin to make a recommendation on it, and I'm the kinda person that would try to shell out the cash for an AGOG, rather than risk wasting my money on a cheap optic.

Man, even though I don't have a rifle at the moment, I would unflinchingly buy an AGOG if they had another one of those 40% off sales for 'em.  Here's a pic of me with a shaved head just thinking about it.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Nearly missed it

by that much.  So the roomie ordered a case of 2000 rounds of 5.45x39mm that was delivered to him yesterday.  But, come to find we had an unexpected parcel drop by today.  Lo, and behold, they accidentally shipped his order twice!  Now he's practically sitting atop a mountain of ammo, all for the price one crate.  The gods of cordite must be smiling upon us. 

Seriously, we practically have to climb a small mountain of these just to get past our living room.  Man, it's gonna be a good summer after all.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Audible connection

Once again, the day where I'm too lazy to write much, has come again.  Enjoy the lazy tunes for a decidedly lazy day.  Just be sure to turn the volume WAY up!

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Like a missionary of obesity

I just introduced another couple people to The Pie.  It is to die for (and I'm sure some have).  If you haven't given it a shot, good heath to you; if you have, it was nice knowing you.

I wish I had something else of interest to post, but it appears that me being happy with life, turns me into a completely boring person.  Where has all the snark gone?

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Oh crap

Looks like the tables have turned and now I'm the one who's about to be ruined because of the incredible edible internet.  Yeah, I think I may be in a little bit of crap.  Okay, not that much crap, but crap.

On a lighter (and MUCH weirder) note, I had another fun discussion with someone last week, that I thought was hilarious, but that I haven't decided to type down until now.

So, we were talking, and the cursed one mentions how her sister had a baby, and that they needed to do a caesarean to get things wrapped up (yeah, I know getting to the gross stuff already).  So anyways, little miss yellow rose begins saying how, if she had to go through that, she'd wanna be able to watch everything going on.  I retorted by pointing out, she better not have a doctor with my sense of humor around, because I would totally try to see if I could get a little "Aliens" doll to pop out while she's watching.  She said she would have to give me props if I managed anything like that.  Yeah, she says that now, but....

So anyways, that's how I lost my medical license.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Winning the war for women

Well, not really.  Just pleading their case before they have to lay down the hurt on ya.  What happened, you ask?  Well, as usual, we got into another discussion at work about firearms in general, when my boss asks, "Hey, what would be better for self defense, a .25ACP or .22LR?"
"I wouldn't recommend either as a first or even last choice.  Why?"
Being really hesitant to reply, he says, "I have a friend that's wanting to get something cheap."
".22 is great for plinking, but unless you know your friend is a magical head-shot machine, I wouldn't get either caliber for defense."
He then softly quips that 'she' needs something small to fit in a purse.
"So, wait." I say, "Is this their first gun?"
"Yeah" he replies.

Oh, jeez, here we go.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Matters of the heart

So, a few days ago, a young woman at my work was stuck with a flat tire and I decided to lend a hand in getting it changed.  I didn’t think it was that big of a deal, but she’s insisting on doing something nice for me in return.  I told her I don’t want anything, but she keeps pestering me with the notion of getting me some kind of a gift card, or offering me various types of food.  I’m already getting fed up with it; to the point that I decided to launch a diabolical plan.  The conversation is (roughly) as follows:

Me: “I got it. Baskin Robbins. That’s what you can get me.”
Her: “Hey, that’s a good idea. Let’s get you a gift card for them”
Me: “No, no, no. I don’t want a gift card.”
Her: “What?”
Me: “No, our company is doing a blood-drive and they are giving away pints of BR ice cream for donating a pint of blood”
Her: “So, you want me to give you my coupon after donating blood? I don’t think I even meet the weight requirements to give blood.”
Me: “No problem, just eat like crazy to gain weight this week then, I’ll take your blood”
Her: “So, you want me to gain weight just so I can donate blood for you?”
Me: “Nah, you don’t even have to donate, I’ll just take the blood myself, then give it to the people doing the drive”
Her: “How is this fair? You change my tire, and now you want me to shed my blood for you, just so you can get ice cream?
Me: “Yuuuup!”

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Wafer thin mint, sir?

One tradition that will always hold strong is the weekly feast with the "other family."  It's guaranteed that I'll never leave those get togethers without some kind of stomach pain from engorging myself.   I love it.

Speaking of engorging ones self, the weekly music is here, but I wanted to do something a little different.  It's a video game trailer, and hear me out here, it's done really well.  I don't normally like video game trailers, because the very concept of a trailer for 'em is flawed (what the crap happened to demos?), and most of them are crap anyways.  This one, however, is done so well, that it may be one my favorite trailers for just about anything.  So, video is below the fold.

Who's "They"?

So, I'm beginning to miss the good old days, when the only activity I would do on the weekends was go outside and hike or shoot.  Now I got these "people" wanting to do "stuff", and frankly it's beginning to tire me out.  Not that I don't like these people, I just get worn out rather easily when I'm spending all my time out and about without any time to just relax. 

Speaking of not being able to relax, it appears I'm not only going to be getting my microsoft certification this week, but I might also be auditioning for a role in a web series on Tuesday, and I think there's been more than a few good words put in for me.  It seems like it'll be a 10 minute long, bi-weekly(?), little stint with roughly 12 or so main characters.  I'm especially exited by the fact that one of the writers is already asking for my input on writing and character development.  Yeah, bet you didn't think I'd get all thespian on camera did you?

Friday, July 8, 2011

T.G.I. something

The winds of change seem to love following me wherever I go.  Thankfully this time, it's NOT hope and change.  I'll be spending all next week in a training course for a certification to let me advance in my new job.  Man, I am exited.  No, seriously, I am.

In other news, I had completely forgotten that Kimber offered a 1911 'solution' chambered in 10mm Auto.  I'm really not as much of a Kimber fan, these days, but my manager's uncle got one, and just had to show off some forgivable gun porn at the office.  It's a pretty gun, but then again just about all 1911's are.  I just can't justify paying over $1k for a gun that will inevitably need a lot of serious work done to it, just to get it to feed and extract properly.  That there's a deal-breaker, ladies.
The Dan Wesson Razorback
 If you have to get a 1911 pattern 10mm, I would suggest a Dan Wesson RZ, or if your looking to spend some dough, perhaps a Colt Delta Elite would be nice.  Just say no to the Kimber.
The most gorgeous Delta Elite (H/T to The Firing Line )
 As an added note, my boss totally made fun of me for saying the word "solution" when referring to a gun.  Come on man, isn't that the perfect word to use to describe one?  It solves all problems: boredom, pests, invasions, and even the pesky ex!

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Are we there yet?

Don't you hate it when you get a belated call from someone interesting in the middle of the night?  You know, the kind where you just end up WAY too exited to get even a wink of sleep afterward, and end up feeling like some kid waiting to go to Disneyland in the morning?  Yeah, me neither.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

bad days gone good

Well, it's Tuesday, and I'm finally getting 'round to posting a report on our Saturday shooting trip.  It was bit warm out at 'dead hooker island', and our usual shooting spot was swarming with mosquitoes and gnats.  So, after a few minutes of being gnawed on by other living creatures, we decided to move to another less carnivorous spot.   We set up the tannerite, old computers, water jugs with food coloring, and another poweredge server, then we had at it. 

What a load of fun!  We actually had a good number of people with us, and a good friend of ours brought his son along.  I don't think he had ever shot a gun before, and being about 8 or 9 years old, he was having a grand 'ol time watching the show.  But of course, it didn't take too long until he wanted in on the action.  With a minute or two of some careful instruction, we let him have a go (chaperoned of course) at a few of the boomsticks.  Here's a video of him shooting my mom's Bersa Thunder under my instruction (as the proud dad films):

more video below the fold!

Monday, July 4, 2011

putting off the fun

So, I know I said I'd have a range report, but I have to get a little sidetracked today first.  I've mentioned before my feelings about Top Gear America, and as interesting as it can be, I can't see it becoming as entertaining as the original.
As I was checking up on news about the current season of Top Gear, and found out some interesting info on the casting process on Top Gear America.  Apparently, Adam Corrolla was the first choice to host the show, but had to turn it down due to prior commitments.  I really ain't a fan of Corrolla, but I think he would have made for a much better choice as a host than that Tanner Foust.  I mean, let's think about it: he's got the same dry whit and similar political views as Jeremy Clarkson, and I'm sure he'd also have a similar tension with the other hosts.

Long story short, Adam wanted back in on Top Gear America, but was not allowed to do so.  So, he's starting his own show, simply labeled "The Car Show."  The synopsis reads just like the structure of an episode of Top Gear, and I'll be intrigued to see how it's format, ratings, and sheer entertainment value will compare with Top Gear America's.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Music before Monday

I promise to be giving a full range report soon but until then, who knew people still make good jazz?

Friday, July 1, 2011

Sounds of freedom soon approaching

This weekend is gonna be a good one, what with lots o stuff happening.  The most important of which, is the massive amount of explosions we intend to cause tomorrow morning (and not any pansy little fireworks either).  Yep it's gonna be another tannerite filled weekend on dead hooker island, and hopefully a well documented one, as to provide a good range report on here afterward (minus the dead hookers).

And sorry to those who got upset at me not posting yesterday either.  Sheesh, I've really been neglecting my blobbing duties.