Monday, December 31, 2012

Happy New Year Ya'll

I'm taking care of this right now, cuz it's not likely I'll be up for the turn of the year.
It is a damp and drizzly day at the BAR Corporate HQ.  Suits my mood for the coming year perfectly.
Upside is that the house is less likely to catch on fire from fireworks this evening.
This neighborhood lights up in a major way when fireworks go on sale. In years past I was a major contributor to that, but my youngins are all growed up and up to mischief of their own tonight.

New Year's Eve festivities queued up for this evening are likely to be mostly old and foreign films on netflix.  Well, hoppy beverages will be included I'm sure.

I've already started.  "Zulu" produced by Joseph E. Levine.  One of my favorite actors, a very young Michael Caine, is in this flik.  I pointed this out to the Lovely Sick Belle as she is chatting with friends.
She was underwhelmed.

Ja, Belle ist krank nun auch.

Friday, December 28, 2012

Mother Mother Ocean

A bit of music for our snow bound blog friends from more tropical environs.
This happens to be Belle's favorite Jimmy Buffet song.  I like it a lot too. It always makes me think of Uncle Jay, who is currently up to mischief down under.  Go, have a look. The pics will take the chill out of your bones.

krank und schlecht

"Krank", my father's favorite German word for sick.  Ich bin krank.
Sore throat morphing into a chest cold.
There are some things that should not be thought, much less said.  I've regressed my way back to the inception of this cold; the week before Christmas.
"Wow", thinks I, "I didn't realize I had that much "paid time off" left.  I must not have gotten sick much this year.  I think I'll take off the week between Christmas and New Years."

What a dumb, dumb think to think.

Obviously, I had used up the vacation days.  Only the sick days were left.

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

what a buzz kill

So I'm writing a post about how much I enjoyed my Christmas. The dog is cozied up to Belle on the couch. The Cat is laying between us purring, slowly encroaching on my mouse pad.
Life is good.
I nudged the Cat to get her off my mouse pad.  She has been getting a bit to big for her britches lately.
Cat went into feral attack mode, bit and clawed, and summarily got bitch slapped off the couch.
This time, she opened a vein on the back of my hand.

She is now on the back of the other couch getting the hairy eyeball from me. She also has a smudge of my blood on her forehead.  A little reminder, courtesy of kx59.

This is the second time in a week.  I now have cat attack scars on both hands.

She is now no longer allowed within the kx59 wingspan of my person.

For her own safety.

I am a cat person. I grew up with cats. All my previous cats have been very loving and affectionate.  I like cats a lot. This one, less and less.  Ok. truthfully, not at all anymore.

The Christmas Spirit

I think I found it again. This is not a small thing.
We spent the evening with Belle's side of the family the day before Christmas Eve.
We spent Christmas Eve at my sister's with my family.
We spent Christmas Day with our "dart league" family.
I have had the most wonderful, wonderful  Christmas.

My Christmas gifts:
My Children.  My Grandchildren.
My Dad, My Mother-in-Law, My Sister. My brother. My niece. My nephews.
Our friends.

I spent time with my grown children, that I do not see much of these days.

I got to tilt a few beers with my brother, whom I do not see much of these days either.  Apparently, he and I are the Abbott and Costello of the family (when we've been drinking)
I know there is no one else on the planet that can make me laugh like he does.  The interesting thing though, is that the late teen and twentysomethings always gather when kx59 and uncle Mike retire to the patio.

Sunday, December 23, 2012

The next high tech breakthrough in air conditioning

Frozen chickens.

Superior to Freon or Glaciers in respect to heat absorption.

took the bird out at noon today. It is now 6:32 pm give or take.

Bird is solid as a rock...still.

Left over stew or a frozen pot pie is looking more viable right now.

The Cat

Sleeps with a Gat under her pillow Paw.
I suggest not startling her.
If her groups are anything like the marks her claws leave, you are in deep shit.

Subconscious Conservation

I stay out of stores as much as possible during the Christmas season, particularly as the Day draws near.
From what I'm reading out there in the blogosphere, the shelves are running dry of "evil black rifles" and ammunition.

In compliance with the BAR Corporate Headquarters employee handbook for blog contributors, we shoot weekly.  Saturday is usually the day.  We were at my In-Law's yesterday for the Christmas gathering on that side of the family, so no poking holes in paper.

This morning I woke up and thought, "I want to go shoot."  
Brain immediately says,"Yeah,"
"The up close and personal attack deterrent ammo is running a bit low."


Friday, December 21, 2012

Dangerous actions

Subtitle, "Love at first sight"

The Southern Belle and I met at work, had the unsanctioned elicit office romance and wound up married.  14 years now.

The two of us talk, now and then, about how we met and our whirlwind courtship.  9 Months.
We've talked about his many, many times over the years. Both divorced twice before, swore we'd never get married again.

We got to talking about this again for the eleventieth time tonight.

In the course of this repeated conversation, I drilled down to the moment that I fell.

I did something that could have brought a sexual harassment suit against my employer and gotten me fired in a heartbeat.

I've mentioned before that I am not a trained IT professional, but play one in real life.  I was at The Lovely Belle's desk helping her with a computer problem, side by side, nearly head to head.

I happened to glance to my right and saw three or four strands of long blonde hair hanging down as she was looking at the computer screen.

Somehow, the world stopped for me.  Why I felt bold enough to take my index finger and tuck those strands up and over her left ear, I cannot explain.

The rest is history. I was informed this evening that another employee witnessed this event, which I did not know.

Sometimes the risk is worth it.

Ok, look you guys, stop

This is embarrassing.

It was just a post about one of the complications of concealed carry and the fact that I've gotten older and fatter, and I found a holster I like for my Ruger.

Borepatch found my brainfart footnote at the bottom of the post about an EBT card amusing and linked to the post.

The Patch-alanche has resulted in 497 page views on the post.  I apologize for your disappointment.  It was certainly not a post deserving of that many page views.

Divemedic's comment made me laugh my ass off though.

Buying your way into Heaven

"Rabinovitch says that similar checks previously 
placed in the wall have bounced."

No kidding. Huh, who would'a thought. I mean, really, some of them came from Nigeria.


The "Holiday for the Rest of Us"

If you've ever wondered where to get a "Festivus" pole, wonder no more.

I've specified Wagner railing components for a couple of decades now. This was the last thing I expected to find.  Gave me a chuckle.
Capitalism Rocks.


Thursday, December 20, 2012

Oh, yeah...almost forgot

Tomorrow's the end of the world.

According to the Mayans.

So either we can kiss our collective asses goodbye, or I'll see you at the same BAR time, same BAR place on 12/22.

I'm prepped. I have a beer in hand.


I'm just not much of a club guy, but I've been thinking about this for a while.


Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Soon as them taters is done, I'm eatin

Meals cooked in a single pot are some of my favorites.
Chili, Ham n Beans, Stew, Homemade Chicken soup, etc.  Good rib stickin meals that warm your soul.

As the temperatures rise though, these tend to drop off the BAR menu.
We are having a dearth of winter down here this year.

This is "Still Summer"

I got tired of waiting, so I've got a pot of stew on the stove.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Time for fatter boy pants

I've managed to grudgingly hold the line at a size 38 waist for quite some time now, but it's denial really. I've been working on a dunlop for a while, as in "Ma belly done lopped over ma belt".   Essentially a groove around my midsection in which my waistband and belt snap just perfectly.

The holster I ordered for my Ruger finally arrived today from N82 Tactical (Nate Squared). It's an inside the waistband molded polycarbonate paddle holster with suede backing.  The Ruger slides right in and the trigger guard clicks into a detent bump molded into the plastic. A gentle twist towards the body and the pistol comes out no problem.  Their "professional" model.  No break in time. Works right out of the box.  Made in 'Merica!  Damnit!

But, sigh, I'm  either going to have to get tactical slacks or drop an inch and a half off my waistline, whichever comes first.  I'm betting on the fatter boy pants frankly.

N82 advertised that the holster would ship in 5 to 6 days via USPS.  It did and kx59 is a happy camper.
I have received no financial remuneration for the above plug and paid $70 plus $3 shipping for my own damn holster. I didn't even use my EBT card. Not that I have one. As far as you know.

Monday, December 17, 2012

These People

Are seriously fucked up. As in mentally deranged.

Westboro Baptist Church.

Planning to protest at the Sandy Hook Funerals?

What exactly is the Christian message they are trying to get across?

The Progs succeeded in getting rid of State Mental Institutions and turned the crazies out on to the streets.

They've gravitated to the Westboro Baptist Church apparently.
Instead of gun control, I think the national conversation should be about reinstatement of the State Mental health system.

lock em up.

Things not to get your Grandchildren for Christmas

The Redneck Engineer's comment on my "Revenge"post brought this to mind.  Something about "one upping last year's gift"

  Playschool Pirate Ship. 

A gift from my parents to my, at the time, 3 year old son. At the time, this was a $90 toy for preschoolers. Some assembly required.  Don't get me wrong, this toy was way cool. Cannons, Sails, Pirate flag, Rigging, cannon balls, it had it all.
I am good at following directions. I have rebuilt entire brake systems, fuel systems and a GM 700R4 transmission. But assembling this preschool toy pirate ship took 9 hours on Christmas Day.  It was not really the way I wanted to spend the day, but we got 'er done down to the last sticker.  (no part left behind is my motto)

Within two weeks or so, the pirate ship was stripped down to a bare hull. All sailors lost on the Berber  Carpet Sea.  Occasionally the relic of a cannon was found under foot. (I know, I know, at least it wasn't a lego...)  I still have no idea what happened to the bulk of the 400 parts that made up that toy. Although, now that I think about it, my Ex did have serious sewer problems some time after.

As the next Christmas approached, I looked my Father in the eyes and requested he never do that again.
I was the middle child.  The good one. Always followed the rules. Never got in trouble**. So I'm chalking this up to Dad wanting to get his Grandson a really, really cool gift, versus REVENGE!

** As far as they knew. (but that's another series of posts)

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Another behind the curve movie review

The Bourne Legacy
Batman Rising  The Dark Knight Rises
today for  5 bucks a pop on pay per view.

Wow! No really, Wow!

They both sucked.

Friday, December 14, 2012


I'm getting the other half of this conversation second hand but the story goes like this:

Oldest Daughter  (hereafter refered to as OD because augh is hard to type) and Belle were emailing and texting earlier today about what the Grandchildren wanted for Christmas. Scooter is 6ish, Alley Cat is 3, Little Man is so young he doesn't know he's on the planet yet.

OD's FIL is getting the girls Nintendo DS game players. ( I neither confirm nor deny that I know what those are... specifically)

Belle had asked for a wish list from OD. OD texted to get them games for the DS. Belle explained that their side of the family was getting together for Christmas...a week before Christmas ** and the girls would know what was upwitdat.

Belle and OD got into a short but heated discussion. Belle swears it was because OD was too lazy to bother with writing an email listing said wish list.

Do not mess with the Zohan Belle.

Belle looked at me after ending the call.

Momentarily, I thought I was in trouble. Much to my relief Belle simply stated that she was going to buy a drum set for both the girls.

** Holidays are complicated for those of us with multiple divorces, remarriages, extended families,  and kids. For the adults it is a logistics nightmare. For the kids it is boon where gifts are concerned.

Ham n Beans

Depression era dirt farmer food.
My first exposure was as a child at my Grandmother's house.  She made it with a ham hock that had damn near been scraped clean. If you found a morsel of ham in your bowl, it was a bonus.  She made it with Great Northerns.  God Almighty it was good.

My mother carried on the tradition, with a bit more ham.  Groodles after Thanksgiving or Christmas always included a massive pot of Ham and Beans, with the back half of a pigosaurus ham in it.

Around the Holidays, I buy hams on sale for the sole purpose of making a washtub pot full.

Bought a cured ham around Thanksgiving with that thought in mind.  Work has been insane for the past two months. Dinner planning nonexistent.

Yesterday I got past the deadline.

Left work early today and after settling in I thought "Ya know, I'm going to cook that pot of beans".
I'm tired of being too busy, too rushed, too tired.

It might be 1am before those Great Northerns and that Ham are ready to eat, but wtf, ya know?
I've got enough in that pot to last at least through Tuesday.

As a footnote: I am blessed in that I do not have the usual digestive reaction to eating copious amounts of beans.  Granny Smith Apples are another issue.

Monday, December 10, 2012

God did not make Women Equal with Men

Second oldest Daughter empowers herself with the equalizer.
Her first time to shoot pistols.
Not bad groups at all.  By the end of the session she was loading mags by herself.

As a footnote, I am not short.  She is that tall.

Saturday, December 8, 2012

What She Said

"There’s a reason for the weak arguments and hypocrisy. These activists aren’t actually interested in reducing crime, they want more government control over our lives. That’s precisely why the Founding Fathers enshrined our right to keep and bear arms in the Constitution."

Emily Miller - Washington Times

"Obama said he wants more laws restricting firearms ownership because, in his hometown of Chicago, “there’s an awful lot of violence, and they’re not using AK-47s, they’re using cheap handguns.

Well duh. I mean who would use an AK 47?

More from Ms. Miller on Bob Costas and Illinois State Senator Trotter attempting to board a plane with his loaded training bra  .25 cal.

If I actually had a ten gallon hat, I'd tip it to you Ms. Miller

hey, aren't guns illegal in Illinois?
And, What is Bob Costas' area of expertise?


The Four Seasons

Early Summer
Late Summer

Late Summer is running a little long this year. Usually we are in the Christmas Season shortly after Thanksgiving.  The Christmas Season will officially start shortly when I navigate to Amazon to shop gifts for the Grandchildren.

I bought two new winter coats a short while back, something a bit more stylish and urban than my traffic yellow ski parka.  Obviously wishful thinking.
The ski parka? That's so the ski resort rescue team can more easily find me.

No, it is not global worming. It was like this in the 70's when the doom and gloomers were telling us we were headed into another ice age.

tears my heart out

"A man's handgun went off while he was holding it..."

From an AP news story - not sure who wrote it, but that statement is all kinds of wrong. The gun didn't just "go off". He failed to keep his freaking finger off the trigger.

In fact he breached each of the four rules in sequence as if running a checklist to ensure catastrophic failure.

He will live in his own personal Hell for the rest of his days after shooting his own 7 year old son.

7 years old. The word "tragic" just isn't sufficient.


Friday, December 7, 2012

Truth in advertising

Friday sucked

Saturday and Sunday will be good.
Shooting both days.  Sunday with one of my daughters. She's stoked and so am I.
Her first time. 


As well all know, today is Pearl Harbor Day.

December 7th 1941 the Empire of Japan awakened a sleeping giant and quickly learned that as a Nation, though at times we are divided within, we always will come together to beat back a common enemy.

Those were the days of the Greatest Generation.  People didn't think twice about sacrificing and rationing for the war.  They were asked to do it, and they did.  They banded together and old, young, male or female, everyone worked together.

Survivors of the Great Depression, their generation had gumption.  I was fortunate enough to have been the grandchild of 4 such people.  Survivors...    my grandparents all had grit and knew what it was like to struggle.

After 911, we as a country were able to pull together and rise to preserve our freedom, our way of life.  The difference is...  it didn't last long.  Soon after, when the next election rolled around, the country became divided once again.....   Now, we have a group in Washington that want nothing more than to bring down our way of lives.  To take away as much of our freedom as they can get away with.  They want us disarmed.  They want us to be subjects not citizens.

All I have to say to them is 'screw you!'  I will NOT just bend over and take it simply because you think you know what is best for me.  I will NOT allow you to destroy that in which my grandparents sacrificed and fought to preserve.  I a law abiding citizen will NOT be disarmed simply because some scumbag, in some city, some where might use a firearm for evil.  I will NOT allow my country to succumb to complete control over our lives, I will NOT allow my rights to be taken away when there are men and women out there who fight so hard to defend those very rights, families who continue to sacrifice every single day to preserve that freedom.

So today, remember Pearl Harbor and if you see a veteran, shake their hand and thank them for their sacrifice to preserve our way of life.  I do that frequently no matter what day it is, but I know that they always appreciate hearing that simple 'thank you'.

On a second note....   On this day, 14 years ago, Kx and I got married.  Today is our wedding anniversary so to my darling other half, thank you for all the years.

I may have mentioned this before, but the Justice of the Peace who married us said, "This isn't the first war that's started on this day!"

I guess sometimes, like any marriage, it's been like war.  You make sacrifices, you fight, you struggle, but all in all, I think that we have done pretty okay.

I love you my husband, happy anniversary!

Thursday, December 6, 2012

This is hilarious!!!

Remember the good old Candid Camera tv show?

This prank is from a Brazillian show and it's hilarious.....


Friday, November 30, 2012


A 1998 remake.
Yet another movie on the TV that I have not watched because I was reading all you hoser's blogs.

hint: Mathew Broderick

Name the movie.

I bet Guff gets it first.

Santa Always Knows Where You Are

Teke posted about the Christmas Season and it got me to thinking about a Christmas past for some reason.  Must have been the line about spending too much money. I am prone to do that.

A year or two after my second divorce, my Ex and my two youngins were headed out to Smithville to spend Christmas with my former Brother-in-law's family. My Ex was in financial straits and I wasn't doing a whole lot better , but somehow Santa had to come through.
My daughter expressed to me her worry that Santa wouldn't know where they were on Christmas Eve.
I told her not to worry, Santa would find her and her brother.
I shopped, and wrapped and boxed and fedex'ed to former BIL's house so that the two best results of my life would not be disappointed come Christmas morning.  I spent money I didn't have.
The follow up phone call from my Ex on Christmas day, made my day.

I had done well.
Those were really, really tough times.

Happiness and the pain of separation is an unusual mix of emotions to deal with at the same time.

Belle asked me why I was crying as I'm writing this post.
I told her, I'm writing a post about a Christmas past.

Santa Always Knows Where You Are.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

I'm not much for putting bumper stickers on my cars

But this one tickled my funny bone.

I got this with my packet of stuff for becoming a newly minted 2nd Amendment Foundation member.
I won't be putting it on my car though. Advertising seems counter intuitive to the concealed part of carrying.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

What happened to Little Sister??

As you all know, I recently traded in Little Sister (S&W Shield) for Elise (Glock 26), so what happened to Little Sister?

I found out that Jason from Guns Over Texas radio show picked her up from Shiloh Shooting Center that very same day.

Shiloh is an excellent indoor shooting range and where I go when I shoot IDPA.  Jeff, who is also a host of the radio show owns the place and his wife, Tracy Sanford, is a very good shooting instructor and recently appeard on NGEO's Doomsday Preppers.

I'm really glad that I know exactly where Lil Sis went and I'm glad to know that she is in good hands.  Jason is a police officer and he will carry that pistol with him when he's off duty.

So does the Belle ever call in to said radio show?   Well heck yes I do! I love calling in and talking to the guys when I've either attended a blog shoot, or made a new acquisition! 

They air every Sunday from 5pm until 7pm Central Time, you can listen to them on, the guys, Gary, Jeff and Jason are very knowledable and really a lot of fun to listen to.

They are on our blog roll and on the GBBL roll as well.  Their website has Podcasts from past episodes as well.

I will say that the one thing that I really love about that show, and that particular gun range is that they encourage ladies to learn to shoot and they do it in a way that's not intimidating or condescending. 

They promote training and CHL licensing for all who qualify and are always willing to talk about anything that goes 'bang'.

So what about the Glock?

All I can really say is....    I love it!

With the 4th Generation, Glock got smart and made them a little less 'boxy' and the grip is not as wide so it's easier to handle comfortably.  I've always liked the sights on Glocks but it was never worth having to deal with that fat grip.  Now it's not a problem.  The action is smooth, the gun is sweet and I think that I will have this Glock for years to come!


Tuesday, November 27, 2012


Pretty much sums it up. In a much more polite manner than my blowtorch post about the election.
The two items left out were those that did not vote (sheep that have given up and succumbed to the wolf), and those that voted their "conscience" (Think this is still a Poly Sci essay).

nuff said. I'm still pissed.  Hold on to your pocket books and your retirement funds folks.  Your Golden Years are about to turn in to rusty metal.

Oh also, I suggest getting a wheel barrow before inflation skyrockets. You'll need it to carry enough US greenbacks to buy a dozen eggs.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

I call her Elise.....

Today I traded in Little Sister (9mm Smith & Wesson M&P Shield) on a Gen. 4, Glock 26.

I call her Elise.

She runs nice though I have a few user bugs that I have to work out, but it's not their arrow, it's the indian.

She's compact and runs very smooth and she doesn't beat the hell out of my hand when I shoot.

I always steered away from Glock because they were always so boxy; the 4th Generations are not like that at all.....  I love it!

By the way.... I named the AR15, Aphrodite.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

holey moley

As we headed south this morning for my sister's house for the big feast, I caught the tail end of a traffic report on the radio that mentioned something about one of the freeways being closed due to a wreck.
The transtar map online showed clear sailing on the route we were taking, so I had no worries.

A freeway closed due to an accident is unfortunately an all too frequent event around here, but this eclipses the 75 car pileup on the South 610 Loop from some years ago.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Happy Thanksgiving

A little early, but I'll be doing important work on behalf of the BAR editors tomorrow.
This is otherwise known as stuffing my face.

I hope that everyone has a wonderful day with family and friends and that all debates are limited to whether there is too much, or to little sage in the corn bread dressing.

I plan on enjoying my family, all of whom I see too infrequently these days.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Seen the latest Direct TV ads?

The cable TV DVR is full of crap we recorded ads?
It's on my pants so I can't get dressed?  It's on my wall and it's scaring me Dad?

The thing that stands out for me is that "Dad" is portrayed as a somewhat of a prick.

Yeah.   No.  That ad campaign is not connecting with this Dad at all. Actually I find it rather repelling.

Much like the metrosexual neanderthal ad campaign from Geico.

While on the subject of targeting your audience, the ads for the "HARPER", "HARPER?"...HARPER! aren't resonating with me either.

Down here, we pronounce it "Hopper".  Aside from that, it's a stupid name for a DVR hard drive.
To me, a hopper is where I put in trash to grind it up.

oh, duh. It is cable TV after all.

Monday, November 19, 2012

Leopard Nanners

Perfectly ripe:

I'm odd.

I know it.

I can't help it.

I was born this way.

(if only I had some ice cream and some Hershey's chocolate syrup, crap now I'm hungry)

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Mosin brass tacks

Tam posted this up: How to work a Mosin Stripper clip

When I hit the link, brain said..uh yep.  We had lot's of jams with Belle's Tokorev until we figgered this one out.

Don't remove the mag from the rifle, top load it from the breach. It was the way it was intended to be loaded.

The concept is the same for the Mosin stripper clips.  Observe the pics, and  note the angle of the rounds.

Whether in the Mosin stripper clip, or our Tokorev mag, they should be stacked thusly:

Nothing looks quite so content

As a napping cat

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Range Date Saturday AAR

The new toys finally got put through their paces today. I spent most of the time watching while the Lovely Belle worked at dialing in the scope on her new EvIl BlAcK rIfLE, only approaching the bench when the judge summoned  when asked. I did get to run 20 rounds through it though. That is one sweet sweet rifle.  I learned that shooting with a scope with bifocals, and astigmatism sucks.  I see two dots in the scope, and two center circles in the target.  Take your pick and fire when ready.
I might stick to iron sights when I get my own EBR.

Best part of the day by far was a visit from the one and only Son, who accompanied us to our favorite indoor pistol range. (yes, two ranges in one is good)
I was chomping at the bit to work out my new Ruger SR9c.  The short story on that is I like the hell out of that little compact 9mm - shot tight groups right out of the starting blocks.
The one and only Son has shot pistols once or twice with his Grandpa up in Kansas.  Revolvers.
 I gave him instructions on safe gun handling and let him go at it.  First two mags out of the XDm were not bad at all. I coached him on finger position on the trigger, and he got a bit better.  Then I coached him on his two handed grip and he dialed it in.  That boy Young Man is a natural pistol shooter. I watched the first round on a fresh target hole the double bull, dead center in the target. Of course then he pushed the trigger left and anticipated recoil and made a 2 inch diameter group low and left.  Target was still dead, and Dad was impressed.

I did my usual routine with both pistols, both hands, strong hand, weak hand. I was not displeased with either of my solo hand groups, with either pistol.

On the way out I fondled a Glock 17.  It fit my hand well...really well.  Perhaps I'll progress to the point where I'm fussy about triggers, but right now, the way the pistol feels in my hand, and where the front sight appears in my sight picture when I present it is everything. Someone commented in my first post when I wrote about my "new XDm" purchase not being my last.

 I suspected he was right.

Now I'm certain.

Maiden voyage

Belle dials it in

Bad Automotive JuJu

 Not sure what caught up with my youngest daughter this past week.  she was a late bloomer. She didn't start driving til she was 18.  She's been driving a bit over a year and up until this past week, accident and ticket free.
Sumlady made a U turn in front of her and daughter hit sumlady's car, sumlady hit someone else's car. Cop's ticketed sumlady I believe. All I know for sure is daughter did not get the ticket.
So daughter is now dealing with the hassle of the insurance claim and getting her car fixed.
A few days later, light turns yellow and daughter stops short at the intersection. Toothless lady smacks into the back end of her Saturn.  So now the Saturn has a boo boo on both ends and two concurrent insurance claims.
Youngest daughter does not drive a lot, being a homebody.  I guess the law of averages said enough is enough and decided to re-balance the universe in a single week.
Youngest Daughter is ok. A little sore in unsymmetrical places, but otherwise fine.

In the same week, oldest daughter got hit head on by Mr. Uninsured. On a surface street fortunately.  Also fortunate that the grand children were not in the car with her.  Also fortunate that the air bag worked as advertised and she's ok as well.  The cops on the scene were righteously pissed at Mr. Uninsured, so I'm told, when they saw three children's car seats buckled into her car.

I do hope that the law of averages has found balance for a while.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

To Hell in a Handbasket

It's where the world is headed.
Even one of my favorite charities has lost their ever loving minds.
Teke posted up on the situation  yesterday.
Gun owners are not good enough for WWP to be seen with.
More detail here at An Ordinary Texan.

I find the Wounded Warriors Project stance on this personally and deeply offensive.  They could fire the PR moron that rejected Gun Talk Radio's invitation to come on air on Veteran's day, and apologize to gun owner's everywhere and it would not make one damn bit of difference to me.  I've donated to WWP in the past. I was queued up to donate again this next month.  I'll no longer be doing so.
This is one circumstance where I can vote with my feet and spend my money elsewhere.

Monday, November 12, 2012

One of life's little mysteries

Why a dog will chew a hole through a plastic trash bag to get at a rotten short rib and turn its nose up at 6 hour old dry dog food. I've never tried it, so maybe I just don't know, but can dry dog food really be THAT bad?


Veteran's Day

While yesterday was actually Veteran's Day, I just wanted to stop and take the time to thank all of our veterans, young and old, for all that you sacrificed and/or what you are sacrificing now to try and preserve our freedom.

As you all know, Kx and I went to a gun show and bought a couple of things, but we also went to the Opera and I was glad to see that the Houston Grand Opera appreciates our veterans as well.

Before the show started, they asked all the veterans in the audience to please rise and they were thanked with a thundering round of applause, then we all sang the National Anthem and it was fantastic.  Yes, yours truly cried like a baby.

Once again, thank all of you out there for your service.  I can't express how grateful I am and the debt that I owe is too great to sum up!

Take care and Happy Veteran's Day.


My new baby

Well this is what I got at the gun show yesterday..  Bushmaster Carbon 15...   Can't wait to shoot her..  

Sunday, November 11, 2012

well looky here

First, AOT, An Ordinary Texan formerly know as An Ordinary American The blogger with the unpronounceable name suggested Secession from the US.  I think we may have become a country irrevocably divided.
Then I find there is a petition for said Secession that is half way to its goal of signatures.

Hey, wait a sec. Something's fishy about this petition.  This petition site informs me that I've already signed the petition. I didn't.  I was thinking about it. Now I'm not so sure...about this petition site I mean.  The secession thing?  Yeah, I could give that a serious look see.

At least a thousand rounds

This last election is going to take at least a thousand rounds of recoil therapy.  Coincidentally, that should just about break in my new carry sidearm.

I was informed last week that I would be attending the Oprah Opera with Belle today.  I share this pain only because they asked all the veterans to stand in recognition for Veteran's Day and then we sang the National Anthem.  And, I do mean "We".  The opera going crowd can belt it out. I sang least, that's what I call it.

The day started better.  We went to a gun show this morning. Belle was looking for an Evil Black Rifle.  I was looking for a more compact carry pistol.

The first booth I hit had a great selection of pistols. Being dressed for the Sunday Opera Matinee, young dude behind the tables has me pegged for suburban Dad buying his first gun.  As I was fondling shootin irons, young dude pipes up with, "we have that model with a laser over here!".  The store owner was standing there with me. I glanced up at him and lowered my eyes back to the pistol in my hands and simply commented, "don't let these clothes fool you. I don't need a laser. It's nothing more than a distraction".  Store owner snorted and sniggled.

I pretty much shopped the whole show and ultimately made my way back to the first booth I'd visited.
A bit of gun cleaning therapy with the new purchase removed the post opera fuzziness between my ears.
Now, to buy spare mags before the UN decides anything over 7 rounds is bad JuJu and procure a new holster.

If I can get Belle to post on her own damn blog, you'll get an earful about her new EBR.

Sunday morning gun show

New toys. Doing time at the opera.
More later.

Friday, November 9, 2012

An Answer to a Mud Hut

Last night my other half posted up some snark that I have to somewhat respond to.  I can only hope that war doesn't commence in the BAR homestead once he reads this.....

Borepatch commented that Mitt couldn't motivate the Republicans to get out and vote and I couldn't agree more.

Here's the problem as I see it.

People voted for John McCain because after 8 years of Bush, the last thing that they wanted was an Obama Whitehouse, unchecked with a super majority in both the House and Senate.  Also, as much as I can't stand McCain at the very least, you can say that the guy does love his country.  He loved it enough to endure and perservere through evils that even I, with my twisted imagination, can't conceive.

Back then, Obama was the evil that we didn't know.  It was much easier for people to get out of their houses and go vote against him because at the very least, they knew that McCain (I voted for Bob Barr by the way), while not perfect, would at the very least, not trample over our basic rights that he faught to preserve, and  with a Democratic Congress, wouldn't have been able to do much damage anyway.

So let's fast forward to Mittens.

Mitt was now the evil that the country didn't know.  The problem is, that the Republican establishment had Mitt chosen before the primary even started.  Pundits such as Coulter, Limbaugh, and Hannity were all about Mitt.

We had good candidates (Herman Cain for one) and yet the press went on the attack.  These women started coming forward to make accusations, which as far as I know remain unsubstaniated to this day.  The radio talk show hosts and conservative columnists went on the attack and ruined these people to the point where the only real choice that was left.... .Mitt.

The problem with Mitt is that he was too afraid to call it like it really is and be too critical of the opposition.  He couldn't excite Republican voters because he tried to come off as too moderate.

Yes.... too moderate.

There was little difference between Mittens and Obama and without a clear, concise contrast between candidates, many folks will just figure, "meh... I'll go with the evil that I do know."

What we needed was someone who would ensure that the people knew that they wouldn't be getting more of the same, that if elected, clear conservative principles would be in the White House.  The country is in trouble.... the country is bankrupt and quite frankly, we're divided between those who love and those who dispise our country and what it stands for.

Imagine if Mittens had tapped into that national pride that Ronald Reagan did, or that Marco Rubio does.  Imagine if Mittens had simply said, "Yes, our nation isn't perfect, but it's a heck of a lot better than any other place on this planet.  Our beloved country IS that shining city on the hill, though not as bright at the moment, we, as a people, can pull together and heal her."

Imagine if Mittens had reminded the population that each and every one of us has an inalienable right to self defense.  Imagine if Mittens had said, "I believe that every human being has a right to defend his own life using any tool available to him to do so, including but not limited to firearms."  rather than what he DID say which was something to the tune of, "I like guns... I hunt."

Imagine if Mittens had been more engaged in his campaign, imagine if he would have ruthlessly pointed out why Obama is a danger to our country, to our liberty, to our prosperity.  Instead, his handlers ran a campaign with kid gloves as to not offend.

The problem with this election is NOT the voters that didn't show up.  The problem is with the establishment who continuously shoves these neo-cons down our throats in an effort to woo the votes of people who aren't voting Republican and never will vote Republican anyway.

So my beloved other half, you can be mad at the voters all you want.  The problem isn't with them, it's with the party.  This election was Obama's to lose, the problem is that the Party pushed the worst possible candidate on us and now we will all pay the price.

As far as voting your conscience.  Well, I reject the notion that we should all fall in line because we don't want the other guy to win.  In fact, I feel much better voting for someone, than simply voting against someone.  After voting for Mitt, I felt dirty because instead of voting FOR Mitt...   I voted AGAINST Obama.  It left a bad taste in my mouth and that's something that I won't let happen again.

We will survive these next four years.  I have faith in that.  Hopefully by then, we will have learned a lesson.


Thursday, November 8, 2012

Nice going ya buncha jackwagons

Fucking morons.
2 million more republicans turned out to vote for John "fucking" McCain than Mitt Romney.
Obama gets a second term.
Way to go. Vote your conscience for the libertarian candidate, whatever the fuck his name was. 1 million votes he siphoned off.  Write in Ron Paul's name on principle.
The lot of you are as bad as the uninformed retarded liberals. Stupid is as stupid does.
Those of  you that sat on your ass instead of voting because you've given up and thrown in the towel, by all means, enjoy the next 4 years. After all, unemployment benefits last nearly two years now.  Obamacare kicks in and then the lay offs really spike. It's already happening.

Within 24 hours of Obama's win, the U.S. threw our support behind the UN small arms treaty.
Not THEIRS, OURS. The Obama administration did this on YOUR behalf.  It you believe you are somehow prepped and insulated from this shit, you are sadly mistaken and just as bad as the mush headed liberals.  Your sin of omission.


Did I mention I am pissed about this?
Shame on you.  Enjoy your mud hut.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Reagan Must Have Been Psychic!!!

This is an interesting video I ran across today.


I always run back to Reagan when I need to comfort myself on election day especially when I know that neither candidate is particularly what I want in a candidate.

Happens more and more with each election.

Und Zo

Vee Vait.

And perhaps, vait und vait und vait.

I'm predicting a hanging chad, Supreme court case, the republicrats stole the election debacle similar to the Dubya / Algore election, interspersed with small outbreaks of flashmob robberies.

And who knows, perhaps we will see a riot.  Certainly a lot of threats on twitter. Not to mention the Won's own threat of revenge.  (makes ya feel all warm and fuzzy inside doesn't it?)

We don't get much of that down heah. Mostly that happens up north and to the east where the enlightened are less racist ;)  Oh, I forgot the People's Republic of Kolifornia.

Over the past 4 years, the words "community" and "organizer" have taken on a really negative connotation for me.

Monday, November 5, 2012

What dumbass thought that was a good idea?

Oh wait, it's gubmint motors.
Belle's Chevy Malibu threw a shoe check engine light a few days back.  The puter's stored code indicates the throttle position sensor is headed south.

Easy fix thinks I.  Get a new sensor, twenty minutes and a few hand tools and it's good to go.
Off to I go.  Hmmm, no TPS even listed. next. Hmmm, no TPS listed at all. My secret weapon, no TPS listed.

Srsly? I'm going to have to go to a stealership parts department to get a throttle position sensor? The Harrah!

My stubbornness about paying inflated parts prices drove me to find out what the deal was. What would have been a 10 minute part lookup turned into a 2 hour googlefu quest.

Turns out Chevy built the throttle position sensor into the throttle body....meaning, the entire throttle body has to be replaced when the $28 sensor craps out.   Cheapest of the cheap auto parts store; Autozone price $369...special order only.

noeffingway. had a wholesaler's closeout on an AC Delco replacement part for 86 bucks. Yay! I think?  (once you know what the hell you are looking for it's a lot easier to find)

Wholesaler's closeout?  That car is 5 years old.  Might be time to start hoarding Malibu parts.

I have a Sad

My update manager informed me that Ubuntu 11.04 is no longer supported.
Now I'll have to upgrade to the next version.

I also have a scared.
Hopefully the majority of the bugs have been worked out. Those on the bleeding edge of version 12 were not happy campers a while back.  I subscribe to the maxim; "if it ain't broke don't fix it".

So a quick click to the Ubuntu upgrade information web page and what do I see?
"We recommend you backup your existing Ubuntu installation before updating".

I was perfectly happy with 11.04. It has worked flawlessly on my laptop.

Ah well. Time to backup the crappy pics from the laptop and jump in with both feet I guess. I think I'll just go ahead and hose Windows 7 this time.

I only boot into it by accident these days.  If you've ever heard a faint scream and cussing way off in the distance, now you know what it was.

Don't Know Whether To Laugh or Cry

So tomorrow, we're having a little party at the office to watch the election results.

We're all hoping at the office that we get a new President, which might be slightly better than what we have but still.. I don't know whether I want to celebrate if Romney wins or think "oh shit".

It's really a catch 22 with me.

I mean.. on one hand we have an anti-gun socialist liberal in office....    but it appears that we could replace him with what???   Another anti-gun slightly less socialist liberal?

It's looking kind of glib folks, I am not exactly happy.


Recoil therapy

Much needed recoil therapy on Saturday..   was fun...  

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Good things come in small packages

This past week my boss brought to me a Walther P22 that his son had dropped in the sand.

Now, keep in mind that I have never handled a Walther P22 before, much less field stripped and cleaned one up.

He asked me if I would please clean it up for him...  oh he brought it to me already taken apart.  I reluctantly agreed to do it (reluctantly because I was worried about getting the thing put back together again.

So, I brought it home...  cleaned it up as best as I'm equipped to do and managed to find a You Tube video on how to field strip and reassemble one and got the thing put back together.

We went to the range today so I brought the Walther so that I could test it out.  Success!!  It works.

I really liked the gun though. It was fun to shoot and it was really accurate.

I have to say that I was shocked that my boss asked me to help him out considering that there are other shooters in the office.  It makes me feel good that he trusted that I could get it right... yay!

I think that if I ever wanted to buy a little .22 pistol, a Walther would be a decent choice.

The Belle is happy today....   The Belle got to go put some rounds down range, not just the .22 but naturally I had to take Alexa and Lil Sis along for the ride.....  

Ahhh...   shooty goodness!

Friday, November 2, 2012

Where has the Belle Been??

Well, that's a good question. The truth of the matter is that I have been buried so deep in work that by the time I get home, I just want to do mindless, enjoyable relaxing things.

The election is rolling up on us next week and I guess I will be pinching my nose so tight that you all may never see me alive again (haha).  I really want to vote 3rd party but if I do that, Kx59 will have my ass and I'll never hear the end of it should Obummer end up winning this thing.

Aside from that, there's really not much going on these days.

I'm here, I'm alive and kicking and still lurking around the blogosphere.  Hopefully soon, i'll be able to come up for air and get back to doing what I enjoy.....    posting up stories and snark.


Thursday, November 1, 2012

Socialism works if you do it right

Take Sweden for example:

"We had an unemployment rate of over 25 per cent, so we had to find solutions,"

Solution?  Outsource your unemployment to Norway.

25%.  Back in the Day, they referred to that as the Great Depression.

Electricity + Water =

I've enjoyed a certain amount of shadenfreude over Chevy Volt and Fisker spontaneous combustion, but hadn't given much thought as to what would happen should you find yourself in high water.


The Fisker battery pack sits pretty low in the car. It doesn't look like it would require anywhere near full submersion to cause problems.
Even before the fire, the battery discharge into the water might put some serious hurt on you.
I'm sure the Fisker engineers thought of this and have some safety feature built in, right?  right? 

Wednesday, October 31, 2012


Just got home.  The street is full of goblins and ghouls.
The $35 worth of candy I bought yesterday is already almost gone.  Belle is no Scrooge when it comes to handing out candy.
I thought I was having Vietnamese carry-out for dinner tonight, but the family that owns our favorite Vietnamese restaurant closed early, 4pm, for "the holiday". So the sign on the door read. Now that's what I call assimilating.

  On Holiday you take off from Wok.

My Dad was always good at making costumes. Me? I suck at it.  Neighbors down the street from his house used to have a Halloween party every year with some theme. One year the theme was "magic".
Dad took a big cardboard box, big enough to wear and cut a peep hole in the front and back. Inside, he mounted little mirrors.  When you looked in the peephole you could see what was behind him. Creative I thought.
The real kicker was that he had a long piece of plastic tubing he'd drop into your drink while you were peeping and a goodly portion of your libation would "disappear".
Fortunately, he only had to walk 6 houses down to get home.

This would be why

we could not hardly find a box of ammo on the shelf in the days leading up to Hurricane Ike's landfall.

But no worries.  The fine people of NY and NJ are protected by strict gun laws.

Monday, October 29, 2012

Hurricane Sandy

I do hope the folks up north prepped for the hurricane. Not nearly enough of them I suspect.  The aftermath is going to be a mess.
Power's out, water supply likely contaminated, no gasoline, no subway...basically a quick vacay to the 1800's without the horses.
I saw one report earlier today that said gangs were organizing looting sprees via twitter.  I would not want to be up there post storm protected by nothing more than a strict gun law. 
To add insult to injury, the Northeast has a massive cold front moving in on them as well.

My nephew lives in Brooklyn. Having grown up on the gulf coast, he's prepped and hunkered down. He said folks were already getting really nasty last night when he was at the grocery to pick up a few more provisions. 

 In a day or two, they'll be completely feral.

I fear the police are going to be very busy.

Friday, October 26, 2012

Such a Shame, poor Al


Couldn't keep a straight face

The Goracle's "Current TV" is on the block for sale

"Founded in 2005 by Al Gore, Current TV quickly made a name for itself as a go-to source for environmental incoherence, Democrat lunacy, and far-left diatribes. If providing an outlet for liberal kooks was the goal, it succeeded admirably. However, if it was trying to attract viewers, well, it's had some difficulty. Now, it's up for sale."

Please.... do go ahead and point and laugh. After all the global worming fraud Algore has foisted on the world, he deserves it.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Oy what a couple of days it's been

Rolled up on a deadline this week for actual work work while dealing with all kinds of fail on the company network and overseeing the final installation and commissioning of our new video conferencing center.
So I've been trying to concentrate on getting the job out the door with way to many distractions.

THEN the owner of our outsource IT support called my founding partner putting the hard sell on him to revamp all our hardware and go all in on a virtual environment.
The real kicker in that conversation was that IT support owner capped it off by telling my founding partner that the biggest problem we had with our network was in me.
Stabbed in the back.
My partner said his jaw hit the floor.
What IT support moron doesn't realize is that founding partner and a few other shareholders have been wanting to fire IT support company for about a year and find another company. The only thing keeping that from happening was me.
I think I'm coming around to their way of thinking.

IT support company owning moron doesn't know that I know about that conversation just yet.  Outsource IT support companies are a dime a baker's dozen.
 His company just got bought by a larger IT support company.  From a money standpoint, we were not a small client for them.  He's no longer the biggest fish in his pond, so I'll be looking for someone higher up the food chain to have a little church chat with about this.
I plan to make it as painful as possible.
And then I'll fire them.

While I'm At It

Well, since I've been on a mic'd up football jag, here is Brian Cushing (out for the season with a torn ACL) who was mic'd up at a game last season against Cleveland.

He's a funny guy, not to mention a kick ass player.  We really are missing him, but I think that the boys will step it up.


After he head butts the Cleveland guy without his helmet, listen to his comments....   classic stuff!


Tuesday, October 23, 2012

There's Hope Yet

Considering how most professional atheletes behave now days, it's nice to see that there are still a few diamonds in the rough.  The beginning of this video is heart warming and shows a strength of character in this young man.

This is Arian Foster.  At the end JJ Watt is asking him if he thinks of poetry when he's running.. LOL


I hope the Texans keep winning!   Good job boys!

I've Eaten Burritos Bigger Than You!


This past Sunday, JJ Watt from the Houston Texans was mic'd up.  That was his comment to Ray Rice.  Watt is hilarious!

I love it!

What in World is Holding All That

Sh Stuff down?
A bunch of sheet goods, salvaged plywood or something similar, stacked high, bouncing around on a trailer, flapping in the wind.
The very first thing I look for when rolling up behind a trailer is how their crap is tied down, or not.
Too many folks on the road think that because it was so freaking heavy to put on the trailer, there's no way it's going to come off. Nah, we don't need to tie it down, it'll be ok.
Dude had it tied down with something I couldn't quite make out so I skated on past.
I've seen boats laid up sideways on trailers from one good bounce. I've seen furniture hop right out of the bed of a pickup.
I've seen an entire garage garbage sale that moments ago was known as moving day on the freeway.
I've run over a small sailboat that was not tied down to the trailer...what was left of it after it hit the freeway in front of me.

The moronic boat owners are the ones that get me the most.  The boat owners that don't tie down the stern of their $40K+ boat and assume the hook and winch cable will keep the boat on the trailer just fine.
Ya know, it you don't want your boat anymore, set it on fire or something. I don't want to participate in your insurance claim.

Monday, October 22, 2012

Prez Debate III

Random observations:
Obama's voice irritates me even when I'm not paying attention.

While listening to Romney, Obama is blinking more than once a second...ginning up a lie I suppose, or maybe just high on cocaine.  Gotta have the energy for the debate. Medicinal purposes only ya know.

Romney talks about how we "help the middle east reject terrorism".  I don't feel compelled to help the bastids. Drill here, drill now. Exploit our own resources. Quit buying oil from them, get the heck out of there and let them sort it out.

Romney, "30,000 people killed in Syria is a humanitarian disaster..."  No it is not. It is a civil war.

Obama is touting how "we" are "handling" Libya.  Obama is trying hard to paint the removal of Kadaffi Duck as being similar to the assassination of Bin Laden. Talking about how Kaddafi had killed more Americans than...something or other.   Reagan neutered Kadaffi when you were smoking pot with the choom gang you moron.  Libya is rapidly devolving into chaos.  Good job President Pot head!

What was that middle thing again?  Obama starts blinking every time his mind wanders while trying to follow what Romney is saying.  

Some how, according to Obama, his foreign policy is going to help our economy recover.  He must have  just "thought" about 4 paragraphs that he failed to express because ...huh?

Thank goodness I have a nice Blue Moon Belgian White Ale to get me through this.

Teachers? Economy? Wasn't the crux of this debate supposed to be about foreign policy?
Now obummercare.
Obama is probably happy the debate has run off the rails, I mean, with his foreign policy record...

Obama segues to Tax Cuts, then to military spending. In particular how much more we spend on our military than so many other countries.  Yes. Yes we do.  It is why they are reticent to attack us. That and tens of millions of deer hunters that can actually put rounds on target at 100 yards plus.  2A MOFO!Premature military action? Romney says we should take premature military action - so says Obama.

Two guys that have never served a day in the military debating military spending. A conversation based on mutual ignorance. This could go on all night.

Obama says that Iranians have the same aspirations for a better life as other people around the world.  Those People will tell you that they are Persian, not Iranians.  Your evil white twin, Carter, fucked that up.  When they protested a while back, where were you and your administration while Amadini-jihad's thugs were shooting defenseless protestors?

Romney is watching Obama as he rambles. He has a look on his face like, "come on, come on, I know it's coming, the total brain flux and melt down."

Oh screw this.
I'm going to get another Blue Moon.

Vote Early and Vote often.  Hey, fight fire with fire. It's how the democrats do it.

Did...Did Not...Did Too

The New York Times puts out a story that the Obama administration has been secretly negotiating with the Iranians regarding the Iranian nuclear program.
Did Not:
The Obama administration promptly denies this and the NYT attempted to memory hole portions of their original article.
Did Too:
Now the Iranian Regime is making noise about how Obama agreed that they could keep portions of their nuclear program.

While this has been touted as an attempted October surprise by some, and certainly fits the S.O.P. for the Obama Admin, It looks more like the Iranians have called the election and are trying to get what they can before the door hits Obama in the butt on his way out of the White House, to me.

Still alive (I think)

It's been a while since I've posted.

I'm still alive, which is good news.

I'm buried at work, which is also good news.

I'm also just not really excited about much these days......    not so good.

Oh well,  I will resume regular blogging as soon as my muse is back from its temporary leave of absense.


Saturday, October 20, 2012


I lack the vicarious sports spectator thrill gene, so even though I am an Aggie, I'd be watching something else were I not hanging out with Dad killing time before #1 nephew's wedding.
I do recall much trash talk about how A&M was going get pwned in the SEC.
So far, the Ags appear to be doing most of the pwning.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Boy, I paid way too much for that

[Language Alert!  I nudged the throttle to full ramming speed rant by the end of this]

Bought a book for my Kindle. Found my way to it via Instapundit.
"The Obama Confession"
"Secret Fear, Secret Fury"
by Andrew G. Hodges, M.D.

Dr. Hodges is a Shrink, and a "profiler"

I got 20% of the way into the book. Scanning the table of contents from there on, the remaining 80% appears to be a repetition of the first 20%.
To sum it up so far, Obama has daddy issues because his daddy, whichever it was, Obama Sr. or Frank Marshal Davis, was not around.  Obama has mommy issues because his mommy really didn't want her mulatto child and he got dumped on the grandparents.
( poetic justice in a way, the pinko commie liberal parents raise a daughter with no morals or sense of responsibility then reap the "benefits" of her free lifestyle)
Obama is confused about whether he's a black zebra with white stripes, or a white zebra with black stripes.
Because of this, Dr. Hodges points out a thousand times 1/5th of the way into the book, Obama is an extreme danger to this country.

No shit Sherlock.  And to think it took years of medical school for you to arrive at this conclusion.

So, I will summarize the book succinctly; Obama is a seriously fucked up individual that is very dangerous to the future of this unique Republic.

There has never been, in the history of mankind, a country like this grand experiment we call The United States of America.  If we lose it, it is gone forever.

** I got the book for free. I'm seriously considering sending the esteemed doctor a bill for my time.  It really is that pedantic, and that bad.  Psychiatric mental masturbation at best.  I don't give a shit WHY Obama is doing what he is doing. I can SEE what Obama is doing and I want it to fucking STOP.  I feel no compunction to put a cold compress on the Won's forehead and say, "poor baby"!
Hit the road motherfucker, you are on the wrong side of the White House fence in my fucking opinion.

I'm not Dead Yet

In fact I'm feeling much better. (well, the same, considering I haven't been sick)
You have to read that with an English accent to get the Holey Grail reference.  Apparently Belle thought I was keeping up with the blog, as I see no new posts from her either.

Haven't had much to say lately. Waiting and watching.  Waiting to see how the election turns out. Wondering if the threat of race riots upon Obama's defeat will find it's way to our neck of the woods.  We don't see much of that down here.  Wondering if the undecided voters clueless have been shocked out of their ambulatory slumber.  I mean, really, how can you still be undecided about the presidential candidates at this point in the game.
It's a sad state of affairs when the fate of the country rests upon the shoulders of people that sleep walk through life.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Vice Presidential Debate

Does it matter. Maybe, maybe not. But I'm watching anyway in a rubber necker kind of way.
OOooh a train wreck. Is there any blood?

I watched the first Presidential debate as well, but it was so dull I couldn't even make anything up to post about.  The conservative blogs made some hay out of it though.

Me?  I'm going to catch up on my blog reading and keep one ear towards the TV in hopes of catching a few Biden gaffes.  Biden must be a really personable guy in person. I can think of no other means by which that moron could have stayed in office so long.

update 1: Biden plays the Bin Laden card right off the bat.  (Biden: crap, had to play my best card first, what now?)

update 2: Biden's primary tactic appears to be a bemused smile and chuckle while Ryan is responding to a question. Playing the "I'm older and been doing this shit a long time, and LOOK I have gray hair" card.  "Well, I have some gray hair left..I miss the days when I had a brain."  At best it will encourage the kool-aid drinkers.

Update 3:  Class warfare. Let's bleed the super wealthy (but not the super wealthy Democrats, after all, we're for the peepul)

Update 4: Ryan sticks Biden, "sometimes the words don't come out of your mouth the right way". Biden shows the first signs of brain flux.

Update 5: Man Biden can lie like a rug.  A damp, dirt and animal hair encrusted rug.
Now it's time to interrupt Ryan, because it's past Joe's bedtime.  Biden has the bemused smile and chuckle thing down...his crutch it appears.

This bullshit is way too polite.  I'd just as soon they pull the gloves off, point fingers and call each other out, spittle flying.

Better yet, I think the debates should be decided by a boxing match. This one would be over already.  
Actually, that's the way I think wars should be fought as well.  The fat old men in three piece suits that send our young men to war should be made to duel instead.  First blood wins. I suspect the fat old men in three piece suits would be much more reticent to go to war.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

The Affordable Care Act

Aka obummercare.

Seems to be the night for oxymorons.  If there ever was one, it is the "Affordable" Care Act.

This post, over at Traction Control, breaks it down into terms minimum wager earners can understand.
Will they believe it?  No, probably not because Obama, Reid and Pelosi are for the peepuul.
You betcha.

A Good Problem

Oxymoron? Maybe.
Posting has gotten a bit spotty because things at work have gotten very busy.
And it only looks to get worse better.  If Romney wins the election, the flood gates may open.
If all the projects that went on hold came back online, and by hold I mean it was like someone flipped the prosperity switch to full off with no concern about a graceful shutdown, back in 2008, we'd need to double our staff in very short order.

Wouldn't that be a shame?

Can you imagine?

The government being run like Microsoft?  Now that I think about it, there are a lot of similarities between Microsoft and the Federal Government.
Unintended consequences for one.

Bill Gates in Abu Dhabi: I'll never run for office

Thank the Lord for small favors.


Sunday, October 7, 2012

You can take a boat

To China and make it there in five days, but you can't take five boats and make it there in one day.
Mowing the backyard....shouldn't have let it go so long.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Some Friendly Advice for USA Today Sports

It makes him Angry.
Uncle Jay writes in to say,
Which the USA Today writer did...

I was going to turn this into a Where's the Ogre Waldo post, but my brain says I should take my own advice.  For those that have personally been in the Mighty Jay's gravitational field, take note of the photo.

Friday, October 5, 2012

Tell me again...

Why you put the water in the pan when you precook the sausage for red beans and rice?

So this doesn't end up in my arteries.

Buckets, String, Rubber Bands and Paper Clips part 2

Rubber band cable management.

The Wrong Way

Next time you unwind it, it comes out accordion like.

Coil the cable and loop the rubber band over one end

wrap the rubber band around the wire

loop the free end of the rubber band over the same end of the wire**


Easy Peasy. No more kinks in the wire.
Got a big cable? Get a big effing rubber band.

**This is a scalable solution, skill level high. Your mileage may vary, do not remove under penalty of law, void where prohibited.  The BAR editors assume no liability should the user fail to follow the instructions implicitly and loop the free end of the rubber band over the same end of the cable, instead looping it over the other end of the cable in which it turns into a cable and rubber band clusterfuck.
Thank You.

Sunday, September 30, 2012

buckets, string, rubber bands and paper clips part one

In the early years of our relationship, premarriage, The Lovely Belle and I came home on Friday night to find the temperature and pressure relief valve dripping from the water heater, getting all my good crap in the garage wet.
Belle is smoking a coffin nail in the garage, I'm hanging out eyeing  the dripping water heater.  (it's getting all my good crap wet. I need a way to keep the drip from hitting the floor, me thinks. Water is stressed, it has tension, tends to cling to anything nearby.)
 What do I have in the house to solve this problem? Ah yes.
So I head through the door into our townhouse to find a bucket and some string.
Belle asks where I'm going. "Just wait, you'll see".
So I came out with some string and the mop bucket. Belle asks, "what are you going to do with that?", as I tied a length of string to the TP valve on the water heater.
Cutting the string to about a 6 or 7 foot length, I tied the other end to the bucket handle, and walked it out till I could set it on the floor with the sting pulled taught.
Next drip hit the floor, so I rotated the string loop around the valve a bit till the next drip touched the string.
It went down the string, hit the bucket handle and dripped into the bucket.
Come Saturday, the bucket was almost full, so I emptied it. Sunday the same. Immediate problem solved.
 Monday, I called the landlord to tell him his water heater was leaking.
All my good crap in the garage dried out. Landlord sent a plumber and everything was right in the world again, until undocumented worker gangbangers started moving into the complex.
We moved.

Saturday, September 29, 2012


Finally got to watch the movie on Pay per view.
I refuse to pay movie theater prices. Besides, the BAR home theater serves beer.
I enjoyed the heck out of that. I'm going to watch it again, being that I have a three day rental.
Favorite part?  Lokee (however you spell his name, evil weasel brother of Thor) commands the Hulk to cease and desist, I will not be abused like this I am a GOD!  Wherein the Hulk grabs him by the ankles and redecorates the floor with him like an old lady fighting off a bee with a broomstick.
That made me hee haw, especially the wheeze from the Demi-god on the final floor plant.

Some movies are worth $4.99, I don't care what no one sez.

Friday, September 28, 2012

The High Cost of Doing Business

In California.
Government regulation and taxation do have a very real affect on business.

The Golden Tarnished State inches ever closer to complete bankruptcy, all courtesy of their corrupt progressive and environmental overlords.