Whew!

With the long weekend over, it's almost a relief.  There was so much going down over the weekend, all I can remember is going from a train to a room, a car and a room, then a room and a room.  Okay, not that bad, but pretty busy.

Here's how everything went down.  I went to a big party to watch some UFC, then hosted an epic LAN party that lasted over 14 hours, then I was off to another friend's house and explored some less than familiar areas of the valley after going to lunch.  The craziest part of all that, is that I actually had more things planned, before they fell through.

...and of course we played oodles of Sacrifice of Angels 2

But that's all behind me; now to get back to the joys of corporate life!

Like an extra sabbath

It's Memorial Day, and one thing that is pressing on my mind is the fact that the cost of freedom is paid in lives, and not just in battle, but in the everyday defense of our country.

Case in point: On the causeway to Antelope Island, right before the entrance to the park, there is a very small turnoff that has a walkway with a flagpole and stone memorial.  It's not often noticed, due to it being mistaken for the flag for the park entrance, or perhaps just a scenic view.  But, in October 1992, at 9:15 pm, during a special operations training exercise, an MH-60G Pave Hawk crashed into the Great Salt Lake after losing control in extreme weather.  After a fervent search effort, it was found that all but one of the 14 servicemen aboard, died in the crash.

Their names are now forever etched in stone, a sobering reminder that the responsibility of national defense has always been a serious endeavor, regardless of any peace or wartime condition.  So, be sure to remember in your prayers, those that make our way of life possible, and give them the support and respect they so rightly have earned. 

Yellow rose of Texas clad in black...

Been a while since I posted any music and even longer since I posted a song this nerdy, so enjoy the song and your long weekend.

Trocadero - A Girl Named Tex

Conversations at work: part deux

So, my coworkers and I had just picked up our lunch from an upscale burger joint and were munching down on 'em at the office.  Not being a fan of fry sauce, I offer to give my sauce to one of my coworkers for his ketchup.  He then gets all defensive, thinking I wanted his fry sauce.

I say, "Sheesh, why do you gotta be all high strung?  I could give you a hug, if you think that'll help."
He momentarily lifts his head away from his very messy burger just long enough to quip, "Okay, but it'll be pretty saucy"
Everyone immediately stops eating just long enough for him to realize just what he said, and I reply, "Man, that was the most wrong thing I have ever heard you say."

I love my job, but...

I just realized something about myself.  I really hate filling out insurance forms.  Hate it.  But, I guess it's all worth it in the long run.  But that doesn't stop me from griping about it.  Other than that, I still love my job to death.  I mean, I can't think of another place in the tri-county area in which I can get paid to gab about games, guns, and girls.  I feel like I'm finally one of the "standard nerds."  Now, back to figuring out that dang HSA...

At least I don't have one of those damn flex accounts like Dr. Krieger.

My inner fanboy is crying

Ah, Robinson Armament.  Why do you torture me so?  You have such an exceedingly fine product, yet spotty customer service, and atrociously horrible marketing and PR.  It's been over two years since you announced a 5.45x39mm model/conversion, but still haven't delivered and your moving to a different location shouldn't take more than six months.  I know you're a small outfit, but come on!

I wouldn't mind so much if you just took five minutes of your day to update your website, or post on your forum the reason for the delays.  Heck, Airbus A380's have a quicker time getting assembled.  So, for the love of everything holy, just make the dang product I'm actually willing to buy from you, that you promised would already be here by now.

The feeling of just imagining one of the these things in 5.45 is like having a koala bear crap a rainbow in my brain.

Hmmmmm....

I was at a loss of what to get a gal for her birthday, but I think I've found a gift that takes the cake (pun intended).

Then again, if I want her to actually survive the tasty zombie invasion, I'll have to get her some proper chocolate supplies as well.

Found out about the zombie cakes via Jay G.  

Why is physics lost on people?

Got into a discussion at work in which everyone else was under the delusion that the Taurus Judge is the perfect self defense weapon.  There just isn't enough barrel to gain sufficient velocity to produce reliable man stopping results.  Not only this, but if you want a real hand cannon, why not just buy a standard .44 Mag revolver?  The rounds have more weight, velocity, and penetration potential than ANY stupid load you can shoot out of a judge (not to mention the fact that you'll have an extra round).  So why is this misconception so popular?

I therefore, will issue unto you the infallible gospel that is the Box of Truth, and their test of buckshot, slugs, and bird shot from the handheld member of the Judicial branch.

Click the logo to read the TRUTH.

No, the world DID come to an end

Because I managed to secure an impromptu outing with a member of the fairer sex this fine evening.  So, yes I fully expect torrential blizzards to encompass Beelzebub and for fire and brimstone to blanket the earth any minute now....

Now, maybe it's just me, but I always thought the apocalypse would be more than just a little romantic.

So exited I can't stand myself

I was so exited to have a normal weekend that I had trouble going to sleep last night.  I was like my annoying little seven year old self waiting to go to Disneyland the next day.  At the same time, I don't really see why.  I'm not gonna be doing much over this weekend, and I never really used to do much in the first place.  Maybe it's just the excitement from having a newfound freedom of choice about it, or something.