Let's celebrate Halloween like they do on Mars!

Eh, maybe not.  I'm just one of those people who have nothing against Halloween, but I can't motivate myself to get in a costume more than once every five years.  I should work on that.  Of course, everyone at work was having a costume contest.  I was initially interested in checking it out, because one of my coworkers had dressed in the greatest costume I had seen in years.  She had the gumption to strut the most impeccable Carmen Sandiego costume I had ever seen.  Epic Win!

Okay, so that pic don't really get the point across, but trust me, it was more than supercalafragalistic.  Well, on that note, I better get the heck outta here before those little spawns of mammon show up asking for free crap food that I don't got.

The great pumpkin missed it's cue

Strike up the band, because I nearly forgot to make my weekly obligatory music post.

The Lively Ones - Surf Rider

Love for your fellow man

Remember when I posted that 9gag comic that said "everyday I contemplate becoming a serial killer"?  Yeah, that's a bit more true than I'd like to admit sometimes.  I just have this unquenchable rage when I encounter people more dumb and inconsiderate than me (which, if you know me, HAS to be bad).  Take for instance, a situation that happened today.  I'm at church (obviously a setting that should illicit the opposite response, but whatever), and there's a couple sitting next to me, that just can't sit still.  Which wouldn't normally bug me at all, but they aren't just fidgeting, they are nearly making out (while the guy is fiddling with his iphone at the same time).  It's not like they are a couple dumb teenagers either, they are in their late 20s; they should know better.  Freaking annoying.

Then the guy, when someone is going through a very personal moment on the podium, just starts cracking up.  Way to go, a-hole.  Look, there are plenty of people who go to speak on the podium that are blithering idiots, but whether or not you are laughing at them or something else, that was more than rude, that was a seriously dick-bag move. They are trying to spill their guts about something personally and spiritually meaningful to them, and you find it a good time to start laughing?

Then, the couple decides the speakers aren't interesting enough, and try to begin a conversation with an Ecuadorian girl sitting opposite from them, while the service is still going.  Though, what's even more infuriating then them doing that, is the fact that the guy is being the most stereotypical retarded American, by not knowing anything about the subject of his conversation, and the girls spend a solid 10 minutes explaining to him where Ecuador is, and that Central America, is not a country.  Then, he proceeds to ignorantly spout racist comments about this girl's accent and how it sounds "white".

I'm telling you right now, that it takes every last milligram of public decency in me to not just get up and stab this guy (and others like him) right in the dick.

So yeah, other than that, church was pretty good....I guess.... judging from the small bits I could actually hear over the sound of blithering morons.

Smooth as Egyptian whiskey

So, how was the past few days?  Well, I had to do up to Boondocks again, because I apparently missed my quota of laser tag, go-karts, and bowling.  Had a great time, just playing games with everyone while busting out horrible Family Guy quotes until I was reminded that someone's name, is in fact, Meg.  Crap.  Once again, I miserably fail at human-style interaction.

That's okay though, I found out that I'm not as bad as my Boss.  I recently found out that he's into the Twilight series, both the movies and the books.  What a sad, sad man.  I would gladly accept death first.

Nothing else interesting is really going on, other than that I have to keep an eye one of my friends this weekend, since his wife is away visiting family.  Guess it's time to call in the hookers and blow.  Just kidding, Sarah.  We'll keep it toned down to dope and beer (insert evil laughter here).

As for news not related to me but that I find kind of interesting, is that it seems that the war correspondent Michael Yon is in hot water with special operations soldiers, after erroneously (or misleadingly) reporting about a "broken" Army medivac system. Which, may or may not have had something to do with him being escorted off of a special operations FOB.  He later ends up arguing with actual special operations officers about his article on a popular SF website's forum.

I bring this up, because I was one of those fools that thought that he was a respectable reporter at one point, and that he was really breaking the mold by offering honest reporting; turns out he's just a normal scumbag reporter that never bothers learning the facts of a situation before spouting off his uninformed opinion.  I used to think he was smart, whereas now, if I met him I'd probably want to punch him in the face myself.  Note to all those who fancy themselves to be friends of the troops:  Don't misinform millions of people by not knowing what your talking about, then lash out at servicemen that are sacrificing all for you, when they just try to educate you about the truth of what you're talking about.  So go suck a lemon, Yon; hope you get an opportunity to be educated the hard way when you mouth off to the wrong people in person the next time.

Help I'm stepping into the twilight zone...

Ugh.  Drama.  In any form.  I just hate it.  Long story short (and not very explicit), I had the weirdest day at work.  Not bad, not good, just weird.  I'd love to go into details, but suffice it to say that it just involved some oddly behaving man placing a bag of his old phone on my desk.  Yeah, you heard me.  A bag of phone; not phones, as in plural, no.  Just a bag of phone.  Seriously.

The secret ingredient is... phone.

What do I do to relax after such weirdness?  Well, I have no new games, no new movies, no place to go, things to see, people to hang with, so I guess it's biting the bullet and giving the show Fifth Gear a try.  Hopefully that's more entertaining than the rest of my day.

Betcha no matter how good it is, it's not as good as Top Gear.

Every single day.

A friend of mine invited me to his daughter's birthday party, and I am at a complete loss of what to get as a present for her.  I mean, I'm a single guy in his mid 20's, who's never had any sisters, sisters in-law, or any girl playmate in his elementary years, so how the hell am I supposed to know what to get a 9-10 year old for her birthday? 

So, I turn to the only source I have for such information.  Her dad.  He then tells me that she's into the normal little girl type stuff.  "well, I have no idea what the crap that entails!" I responded.  He then proceeds to give examples of stuff she likes, such as (but not limited to), clothes, makeup, nails, jewelry, and etc.  Great.  More crap I can't (and won't) even begin to relate to.  So, he then brings up that she likes Justin Bieber.  I swear, I could just feel the blood rage start seeping through my veins just at the sound of the evil one's name.  The only thing I could do to avoid the imminent hatred fueled cleansing by death with blood stained eyes, was to simply say that I'll think of something to get her...

Hokay, so.

We have the ice caps melting, meteorites crashing into us, the ozone layer leaving us, and me not posting jack squat for a few days.  I know, right? 

Well anyways, what's going on in my little valley of the world?  Well, the primary reason for me not writing is really due to an acute lack of sleep.  I spend Friday afternoon with couple friends of mine, wining and dining at an very unexpectedly expensive restaurant, then spent all day Saturday gaming with some more friends, and then finished my weekend off by hanging out with some other friends.  The rate that this paragraph is going, you'd probably already be fooled into thinking I have loads of friends, or something.  This is not so.

Well, what more do want me to say?  Um...sheesh.....ah.....ugh, I'm just not good at these endings, so here's some music I conveniently forgot to post yesterday.

The Cloud Room - Hey now now

ATTENTION EVERYONE!

This is breaking news!  I think that may actually be a first for this blog, but it's true nonetheless.  Special kudos to the roomie for bringing this one to my attention.

Remember the public realtionship-challenged, yet promising company Robinson Armament?  Well they're back, and with more good news than you can puke rainbows at!  Where do I start?  Whadda ya say we just have a good ol fashioned list:

1.  They finally released a 5.45x39 for all of their XCR-L models!
2.  They have a much more functional redesigned folding and now adjustable stock!
3.  They're back to selling VEPRs, but now have models that accepts M-14/M1A magazines (limited supply)!
4.  A completely new, redesigned website, that is much easier to navigate.
5.  The XCR-M (.308 Win and .260 Rem) is now released to the public!
6.  For those that care, they also offer their short barrel models in .300-220 as well.

The 7.5in SBR model with that sweet little new butt stock

Here's the new XCR-M in .308

And they still have plenty more ideas on the table, such as: continued development of the 6.5 Grendel  conversion, a .22LR conversion, nabbing a booth at the shot show, along with (so far) better communication with the outside world and their customer base, along with a new twitter account.  So go check 'em out!  Seriously, stop wasting your time here.  The post is over, finito, done.  Be gone with thee!  Okay, fine.  Here's another pic:

The New Standard 16in barrel XCR-L

Books! They're not healthy...

So, I've finally come to admit that Wikipedia is a bad thing for me.  Why?  Well, first, one must understand my reading habits.  I have two bookshelves that nearly look like they were carbon copied from Brigid's home.

Seriously, I own more than a couple of the same books she's got there.  Anyways, as soon as I hop on to the online encyclopedia of doom, I invariably end up either reading about over-sized gatling guns, Soviet small arms development, or today I found myself wasting hours just reading about the Chinese made copy of the AL-31F engine that powers the Chengdu J-10 fighter, which made me read more about Chinese fighter development in recent years, such as the Xian JH-7A, and the J-8.  No joke.  All day wasted, just like that. And do you like how I'm posting the links to 'em, so you can waste your day as well?  Nah, I doubt anyone I know cares to read it, let alone find it fascinating.

Also, just to keep the gratuitous gun porn quota up, I recently saw via Soldier Systems, that Magpul makes a variant of the P-mag for the HK G36.  Excuse me, while I go drool some rainbows while huffing unicorn farts.

Conversations at work

Okay, so this actually happened last week, but it's really good.  A friend of mine was goofing off on his phone then suddenly pipes up with, "Hey! did you know there's a type of government called a kleptocracy?
the roomie responds with, "No, what is it?"
"It's when the entire government is ruled by thieves, who only give the illusion of service to the public."
The roomie replies,"Wow, that's gotta suck living under that kind of rule."
Then I say, "Huh.  I thought that's what we already had."

I welcome death again into my home

With a new season of The Walking Dead and Dexter.  I love me some good old fashioned killing in the evenings.  Kinda makes me want to go play more Dead Island after watching all that.  It practically puts one into a zen like state after seeing throngs of the undead return to whence they came.

What's going on in the non-infected world, you might ask?  Well, not much, other that having a rousing success in getting a massive gaggle of people to show to the LAN party to end all LAN parties.  It was mostly Starcraft2 and Age of Empires III all night, but hey, on the bright side, that means it was nothing but fun the whole time.  Looking forward to the next one being even bigger.

Oh, and to those who think I have no shame, no.  Just no.  I will not be dating any eighteen year old, no matter how much guile and trickery you try to use on me.  Sickos.

This whole week

has been riddled with zombification, and it's a dark, cloudy night.  So why not have a zombie song posted this week?

Left 4 Dead Soundtrack- 'No Mercy'

Kitchen conversations

Was discussing with the roomie about the mental retardation necessary to think that the ipad is a good business device, and brought up an example of someone that worked in a marketing department, who is completely unable to access their own company's sales website because he uses an ipad, and the website is completely flash based.

The Roomie:  Yeah well, he's in marketing.  His whole job is to live in a fantasy world.
Me:  Okay, that's the funniest thing you've said all week.  This is going on the blog.
The Roomie:  Hey, it's true.  When it's your job to tell the lie that much, you end up believing it.

post absence

So, as some of you already know, I have been utterly lazy the past couple days!  Well, not so much lazy, as still going crazy with Dead Island.  I've experienced a good chunk of it, but I'm already taking a look out there to see if there are any mods for it (yep! they're here!).  But, I've talked enough about that.

What I have done in the real world recently, was fiddle around with the new Samsung Galaxy SII. Slick stuff.  Makes me wonder why anyone in their right mind would possibly want the iphone, when this offers better hardware, open-source software, and more capabilities, all for the same (or cheaper) price. 

Also, out of sheer boredom, I went on a wiki-about, and found out that Springfield Armory made 37mm anti-aircraft Gatling gun!  Holy crap!  Apparently it was a competitor to the abysmal failure that was the Sergeant York AA system. How the York won, and this didn't, is beyond me, because this thing looks just as awesome as it sounds.

Oh yeah.  I definitely want one.

Yay! It's virtual fireworks day!

Another day of death, mayhem, destruction and debauchery has been scheduled for this coming Saturday.  Come one, come all for the greatest gathering of nerds, geeks, and creeps playing PC games into the wee hours of the morning.  Hopefully we'll all die of sugar overdosed epileptic seizures.  The only sad part, is that this may be the only human contact I'll have outside of work until the holidays come around...maybe.

Yup, that's what it'll look like.

How do you know a design is good?

When everyone and their hairdresser is ripping off your invention as soon as the patent is expired.  I only just realized not too long ago that Benelli's inertia system patent had expired back in '06.  This in itself is somewhat interesting, but what gets me, is watching the all the shotgun makers of the world immediately start making inertia *cough!* Benelli wanna-be*cough!* systems of their own.  I have a feeling that in the coming months and years, that just about all the major gun manufacturers will be spewing forth "inertia driven" systems like a twisted rerun of The Exorcist made for the Bradys.

The Marocci SI 12

The Firearm Blog has already noted two that have come out so far, the Marocci SI 12, and the newer Browning A5.  Considering that it's been over five years since that patent expired, I'm sure any other companies with a mind to produce an 'inertia gun' are either finishing up their R&D on a new line of guns, or may end up just jumping on the bandwagon towards making one, if the marked proves good for them.

As for these guns already released, I think they are pretty cool, but I find it a bit of an annoyance when Browning insists on styling a brand new system on a 100 year old gun, which actually has absolutely nothing in common with the new gun other than a similar name.  Just my opinion, but wouldn't ripping off someone else's design, to make a gun to succeed one of Browning's originals by giving it the nickname to the original weapon, and styling the receiver in the shape of the old one, kind of a little bit insulting to the big J.M.B.?

The ridiculous (if not misleading) Browning A5

Before the night is through

I forgot to make the obligatory music post.



I never get tired of the Zep

Zombies: the other happy ending to the story.

Early Thanksgiving was wonderful, thank you.  I stuffed myself with the best mashed potatoes, pies, turkey, ham, and punch this side of the state. Not many things beat eating Thanksgiving dinner with the roomie's family.

So, what else have I been doing to prevent me from posting the past couple days?  Dead Island.  Wow.  That is a game that will destroy your social skills.  An open world, first person zombie slayer, co-op multiplayer shooter?  It is so, and it works well.  I always knew killing zombies with cars, trucks, and Macguyver-ed weaponry would be awesome, and now I am vindicated.  I highly recommend that you try it, given the chance.  Heck, if you have me as a friend on Steam, I'll be happy if you join in at any time.

How 'bout a nice vacation, eh?

Darkened skies

Well, it appears Thanksgiving will come early this year, which suits me just fine, in that it will give me more time to enjoy a vacation to Skyrim.  Finally a REAL fake world to lose myself in, that will eventually make me lose all touch with reality (I can only hope).

In other news, I'm reminded that I'm completely out of touch with local news.  The Salt lake valley's wanna-be version of the Exploratorium , The Leonardo, is opening to the public on Saturday.  Seems like a cool place to take a few friends (or a date), and I'm dying to check it out.  Most of the city's attempts at making something nice end up being quite lackluster, but this actually seems like it might be worthwhile.  But don't take my word for it, go check it out.

Who knows?  Maybe I'll even take my assigned wife there one day.

I'm a reeeeeal bastard.

Gee, where to start.  I'm really digging the rain we're getting.  Certainly missed the comfort and nostalgia that weather invokes in me.  Kinda having an odd time writing this right now, because I'm simultaneously talking to my brother, while sending an email to my Mom, and updating my profile all at the same time. 

Anyways, I'm sure people are getting sick of me droning on and on about how much I like the people in my department, but I can't help it.  These guys are cool.  There were several moments in the day where we just discussed various calibers/cartridges and firearm operations.

Oh, and of course it would be my luck that the day after I mock the crap out Apple, Steve Jobs would just up and die.  Way to make me look like a prick, man.  So, I will say this about the man: He was quite the innovator and inventor, who had a vision.  It's just a pity that his empire is now modeled after that Soviet one.

Well, that sucks dude.

So, I finally gave my roomie his belated D-day B-day present, and he immediately told me that I always give the best gifts to him, and that the best his family has done, was to just give him pajamas for the past ten years.  So, let that be a lesson: if you don't know what to get someone for their birthday or Christmas, shop Magpul!

So, as far as the rest of my day goes, work was a complete exercise in patience dealing with the mindless babblings of Apple-fanboy-fag-itus that comes with the unveiling of a new iphone.  Ugh, the sad part is that I practically have to watch the entire Apple presentation filled with outright lies, misleading propaganda, and communistic sheeple, because I'm going to be managing an entire wireless account stocked with these sentient little bastards.  I swear, it's like watching a North Korean made documentary about Kim Jong Il.  So, not looking forward to doing that at all.

The dawn of a new age

Well, not really.  Just trying to think of what to say.  The past week (including the weekend) was just so busy, I swear, I just have no individuality anymore.  Not even enough individuality left to hang around unimatrix zero.

So, just slap the nano-probes in me, I'll just make with the robot zombie moves already.

and another one

Cuz it's never the wrong time to listen to the blues.

Saturday slacking

The time has come for the weekend of wisdom, where all plans take a backseat to edification and enlightenment, and as always, it's shaping up pretty good.

On an unrelated note, I feel I haven't said a proper goodbye to a nice friend of mine.  I say goodbye, because she's going out of town soon, and I'm sure as hell am not willing to join facebook or buy a texting plan to keep in touch with anyone.  I am of the opinion that if anybody wants to talk to me, they can email me or call, but apparently, my mentality is in the minority.

Mini-rant aside, I wish her luck in her musical endeavors.  Take care, Rachahi, Cha-cha, or whatever the heck your name was.

Pity this pic doesn't show how blue her teeth are from all that bubblegum Jones soda she drank.  Yeah, she's nuttier than a pecan log.