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.

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!”

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?

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!

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.

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!

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.

Music before Monday

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

Madeleine Peyroux - Dance me to the end of love

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.