Saturday, March 31, 2012

The Average American

Eats four servings of French Fries per week.  So I'm told by Modern Marvels on the History Channel.
I wonder who out there, is eating mine.  I mean, to make up for my lack of eating French Fries.
I love French Fries.  I can't remember the last time I had French Fries.  I'm sure I did at some point in the past year, but I just don't frequent the fast food hamburger joints much anymore. Well, at all really.
So, obviously :-) someone out there is compensating for my lack of french fry eating, which means they are eating 8 servings of french fries per week.  Maura should give them a good stern talking to.
Curse you idiot box! Now I 'm craving french fries!

Thursday, March 29, 2012

A Missouri Caucus

The Lee's Summit Conservative has some insight on the recent Caucus in Missouri.  I have to say that if that's the way they do it, I'm glad that I do not live in MO.

It looks as if it was designed to favor the candidate that the establishment is trying to shove down our throats. 

Something has go to give folks.  We cannot keep letting the Republican elites choose our candidate for us, before the primaries even begin.

We get some decent candidates and once they pulled out in front, they were smacked down by the media, via accusations that were not proven or repeating day after day how stupid another is.

Michelle Bachman, smart woman, but was constantly branded as stupid by a mysogenistic main stream media.  They love women's rights....   but only the correct thinking women (snark).

Remember Rick Perry?  Step on his own dick, Rick?  Granted he basically came unhinged and couldn't take the heat on a national level, but remember the race baiting accusations about a foul word written on a rock on a hunting lease that he didn't even own?

Then Herman Cain....   what a travesty that was.  The one viable candidate that I really liked a lot gets railroaded out of the race.

So yes, from day one, the establishment has considered Mittens 'the chosen one'.  Mittens lost to McCain in a close primary.... so it must be his turn to get the nod.  We all know that we were railroaded and ended stuck with McCain for the same very reasons, he had lost to Bush.

It's going to be an awful election this coming November.  I really am not looking forward to pinching my nose to vote for the Mass. Liberal, Mittens but I will do so.  All I know is that if LSC's take on the Missouri Caucus is how other Causus are run in this country...  it's no wonder Mittens is winning.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Texas Bloggers! Calling Texas Bloggers.. that includes you lady shooters too!

Honorary Texas Citizen, Borepatch, has the date set for the Dallas Area Blogshoot and it looks as if we are going to have a great turnout!

So many of us are going to be traveling for pretty far distances, so if you plan on attending and can volunteer to car pool that would be great.

Hoss Boss and/or YeOldFurt, if you read this, please contact me via email about carpooling if you're interested in going!

Houston area bloggers, you can comment here if you are interested in carpooling, whether you need a ride, or you can give a ride and I will try and get you partnered with someone.  Perhaps Kx and I will take two cars if necessary and carvan up there.

I am soooo looking forward to meeting everyone and I will possibly be live blogging from the event if I can get a decent connection with my mobile hot spot up there.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Time for the Bluebonnet Run

No, not that kind of run.  Look, if you see me running, you'd better turn and run in the same direction I'm headed because it means something mean and nasty is chasing me.
Wild Flowers are in bloom.
We're rather fond of Bluebonnets, being the state flower and all that.

So Belle and I decided to take a short loop through the hills this morning.
Up to Navasota, hooked a left on 105 and turned down CR1155 towards Chapel Hill.  This route on the suggestion of a friend of hers.
1155 is a really nice winding two lane road, not too many wide vistas though. Weekend warrior bikers like it a lot. We saw more motorcycles than cars.  Then we ran into a massive herd of one man power cycles. Seems the "Head for the Hills" cycle event was today.

The pic at left is the first leg along 290.  Blue sky is a nice break from all the rain we've had lately.

20 miles or so of the 1155 leg involved me focusing on not bumping one of the endless stream of bicyclists off into the rough. (makes my knees hurt to watch that slow uphill grind)

Belle got a few shots along 1155.  Bluebonnets.

The better views came later, on 290 again just east of Chapel Hill.

Star of the show:

The grass got jealous and demanded a pic. (how'd that get in there?)

We ended the short trip with a Stuffed Avocado, Tacos Al Carbon, Margaritas and Cerveza at Gringos.   Belle was very happy all along the way.  The spring wild flower bloom just seems to put a sparkle in her eye.  The drive, the verdant green vistas and the wild flowers were really nice but they pale in comparison to having your wife tell you multiple times how happy she is.
When Belle is happy....kx59 is happy.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

My turn for a rant

Hubby put himself in a time out after his epic rant the other day about some folks out there saying that they may just stay home this next election rather than getting the Golfer in Chief out of office.

Today it's my turn to rant a little so fasten your seatbelts, this could be a bumpy ride.

I am getting so freaking sick and tired of a tiny minority of people who hold a point of view, force their views on the majority of us, via laws and regulations.  The EPA, the TSA, the FDA, the FCC, etc. etc. etc.  the list goes on and on.

How in the hell did we get here, to this place, where we as Americans will just bend over and take it up the ass simply because a bunch of elitist buffoons thinks that they know better than we we do?

How in the hell have we allowed a handful of murderous thugs create such a sense of insecurity in our Nation that now we are forced into humilition simply to travel in our own country?

How in the hell have we allowed ourselves to slowly become wards of the state, to where so many people just want freebies, whether its free food, or free birth control, or simply getting paid for losing your job?

How in the hell have we as citizens, slowly become subjects?  How is it that we have become so complacent that we have allowed our basic freedoms to be slowly stripped away?

I am just really sick and tired of it all.  They want to strip me of my freedom of thought, my freedom of speech, my freedom to practice my religion, my freedom to defend my own life.....   and the list goes on and on....

Right now, there is a battle going on about voters presenting valid, photo identification to vote.  Why is it that to buy a car, or a home or to write a check, you have to have photo ID but not to vote?  WTF?

Most states, by law require everyone within that state to carry photo ID on their person at all times, so who exactly are you disenfrancising should you require it to be presented to vote?

I'm completely angry over the state of things in this country right now.  Democrats and Republicans have been force feeding us bullshit for ages now.  Neither party are any good, just one wants to tell me what fucking light bulbs to use; the other wants to tell me who I can or can't have in my bed. 

Both parties; however, want to take away my rights and both have done a great job of peeling them away like the layers of an onion.

Im sick of it.  They need to be voted out....  every single one of them, including the Golfer and his Jet Thief wife.  Folks, it is time to take a stand.

/end rant


New Lady Shooter - Maura Welcome!

I have been kind of slacking on my blog posting and reading lately.  Just kind of taking a little break from it.

Maura sometimes contributes to North's blog and she is new to shooting and had been literally afraid of guns in the past.  You can go here to read all about it.

I am so happy to see yet another woman take it upon herself to learn how to shoot and especially one who had a fear to over come.

Maura, hats off to you my friend.  I couldn't be more thrilled.  Now a whole new world of confidence and liberation (in a good way) will open up to you.

Top Shot Season 4 - 3/20 episode

Nothing better than firing cannons at a target.  Yes, they used cannons and it was pretty darn cool.

The red team lost again, but it was a close match.  Once again, they didn't send their girl to the elimination round, which I was glad to see. 

Maybe History Channel has been listening!

Seriously though, the elimination round was also pretty darned cool.  They used an atlatl to hit a target.

That weapon, primitive as it is, is nothing to sneeze at.  The spears take very little effort to throw with it so even a little guy can hurl a spear at 100mph with very little effort.

I think that they've really kept the drama down this season.  I must have been the only one to write to History Channel regarding that.

I still don't have a favorite because in my opinion, both groups all seem to be decent people.  There's not a decided 'villian' this season as there was in past seasons.  Maybe Jakeass was the last straw for their viewers?

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Son's Moving Out

My boss sent this to me today it made me laugh out loud.

Two men were having coffee when one of them said:  "Last night my son just walked into the living room and said, 'Dad, cancel my allowance immediately, rent my room, throw all my clothes out the window, take my TV, stereo, iPhone, iPod, and my laptop.  Please give my jewelry to the Salvation Army.  Then, sell my car.  Take my front-door key away from me and throw me out of the house.  Then disown me and never talk to me again.  And don't forget to write me out of your will and leave my share to my brother.'" 

The other man said:  "Wow, he really said that?" 

"Well, he didn't put it quite that way.  He actually said, 'Dad, I've decided to work for Obama's reelection campaign.'"

Friday, March 16, 2012


With out a doubt, this is a make or break year for us.  For humankind for that matter.  This Grand Experiment we call The United States of America is at stake. Isolate this thought in your mind. Never in the History of man's existence on this planet has a Country like this existed.
 Never has the opportunity to rise from nothing  to opulence like this existed in all the history of Man.
 On a smaller scale, never has the opportunity existed to rise from poverty to a comfortable living in which you don't have to dodge bullets or dig in the mud with a stick for survival existed.
I've read numerous posts by my fellow bloggers about how they would vote for Obama simply because they don't like any of the Republican contenders. Simply to bring it to a swifter end.   Or, how they are just going to sit this one out entirely and not vote. 
Go ahead, give up.
Don't bother to vote in all the local and state elections, nor for the dismal choices we have for President. Sit home and collect ammo and prep for the Zombie Apocalypse. Build your bunker.
How long can you hold out?
You will slip on the muddy bank of the livestock tank eventually and impale yourself on a stick. Infection will set in, and you will die.
You will get a cavity which leads to an abscessed tooth, and you will die. A feral dog will bite you and you will die. (you get the point by now I'm sure)
No matter how fortified your environs are, no matter how much ammo you've stockpiled, no matter how much food you have stockpiled, your life, and more importantly, your children's lives will be shit.
Fight the political battle.  Tap into your fight or flight response and fight the political battle.
Otherwise, your children will be digging in the mud with sticks.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

A Bit of Tab Clearing

Last summer I posted about how we had no honey bees to pollinate our miserable attempt at a vegetable garden.  Apparently one cause for the Bee depopulation as been uncovered.

Depopulation of the less useful insects that inhabit the U.N., on the other hand would be a good thing.  It just galls me that we support, with our tax dollars, an organization full of American hating tin horn dictators.  Very little truth regarding the U.N. ever leaks out into the U.S. mainstream media. When it does, it's usually by accident.  Ion Mihai Pacepa provides a cold, hard look at the U.N., from the inside. Go, read. It will confirm every negative thing you ever thought about the U.N. I actually said, "wow", no really, I did.

Bouncing back to the "more useful" meme, I stumbled across a useful website for 'puter stuff named MakeUseOf.  Of particular interest to me, was the cheat sheet for Gimp, along with cheat sheets for a number of other programs.  Gimp is a free photo editor for linux.  Around the same time I discovered there's a windows version of Gimp as well, also free.  I'm not quite groking the Gimp business model; "Let's code a highly sophisticated photo editing software and give it away for FREE!" Now, mind you I am not complaining. Karma being what it is, I probably shouldn't type this, but sometimes...there is a free lunch.

Some men are "Sweet Talkers", some are "Sleep Talkers". I rarely remember my dreams. (Well, I just assume I dream...)  Belle frequently remembers hers.  Recounts of the previous night's imaginary adventures while getting ready for work are quite amusing at times.  It really ramps up when she's in the 'trying to quit smoking' cycle and taking Chantix.  This guy, though, must sleep in outer space every night...SleepTalkingMan


In the back of my mind, I've always known I was just treading water

2 to 3% inflation per year doesn't sound all that bad does it. Unfortunately it compounds just like savings interest.  It's always been tough to stay afloat much less get ahead.  From time to time I think about this.  The other day I got curious as to whether my intuition was correct and found this little calculator.
So just for the sake of discussion, let's say my gross income the year my daughter was born - 1989, was $70,000.  To have the same buying power in 2010 I'd have to make $121,492.
This gives me an idea for a new X-Game, Up Hill Snow Boarding.


Top Shot Season 4... 3/13/12

Well I have to give kudos to the red team for not sending their girl to the elimation round.  Maybe there's hope for this show after all.. :)

Actually, she's a pretty decdent shot and so I'm glad that the guys on her team can appreciate that.

Kx is all down and out about Top Shot, but I still like the show.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Top Shot on tonight

4th? 5th season?
My interest wanes. The interviews, the jinned up drama.
oh, and never, never, ever coach someone when they are on the line. Unless axed.
Bad etiquette.

Plural of Prius?

Cruising at 75 mph on the way home today (man I love spring break, traffic's light) I got passed by two of them. Tailgated by one of them.   Nothing piques the kx59 stubborn streak like a tailgater.  Tailgater was a young guy, with a girl in the car.  The ubiquitous internet word "Really?" came to mind.  I don't know, maybe groovy hippie chicks are impressed by a guy driving a Prius ridiculously fast.
 Either Prius drivers have something to prove, or figure they get such good gas mileage standing on the throttle ad infinitum doesn't matter.
Hmmm, curious about the specs on this hybrid: curb weight 3980 lbs. Holey crap.  That's 1000 lbs. heavier than my tC, and not a heck of a lot lighter than the Astro beater Van.
4 Cylinder 1.8 Liter engine.  Horsepower: 134. Torque: 105 foot pounds.  (I wonder how long it takes to get up to 80 mph in a Prii...)
Oh. Wait. That explains a lot. Once you get that mass moving, you don't want to lose the momentum. Kinda like driving the Astro Van.

The name, "Prius", is latin for "before"**.  Awesome, way to go marketing people. Your car name is a preposition.

**According to Wikipedia. I claim no knowledge of dead languages.

Friday, March 9, 2012

At Last, A Clue

I misplaced my debit card yesterday.  I keep it in my pants pocket in a little Tyvek sleeve I got from Texadelphia years ago. Being a creature of habit, when I get home at the end of the day, all the pocket stuff comes out and goes in its usual place. This morning, ready to head out the door got the wallet, keys, pen, my can of bad habit, and debit card...debit card...debit card? Where's my debit card?
So, I checked the auxiliary pocket stuff locations with no luck.  Annoyed, but not alarmed. I was 99%...87%...50% sure I'd arrived home with it.
The good news is that this evening I found the single dollar bill that was in the same pocket as the debit card on the floor of my closet.  The bad news is that most likely my debit card is on the floor of my closet as well.  Well, at least I have a good idea of where it is.
Stay tuned for tomorrow's post, "Closet Spelunking".

Texadelphia. I haven't been there in quite some time. They make a mean Philly Cheese Steak sandwich with a Texas flair.  My favorite is loaded with cherry and banana peppers with honey mustard sauce.  The location on Westheimer is the best in Houston in my experience. I mentioned this to Belle as I was typing, and that we had not been in quite some time.  She suggested that we should go on Sunday...oh but it will be raining.  Being professionally trained in finding solutions I noted that we'd be wearing a car, so it wouldn't be a problem.
That wasn't actually her point. They have a, mostly covered deck with picnic tables where we used to take the BAR Brood for some meaty spicey goodness. It leaks a bit.


I think that the above pretty much says it all.  I'm glad this week is almost over.

Yesterday was a pretty good day.  When I left the office, I went to the gun range to poke holes in a silouette on some paper.  I have to say that my groupings are getting tighter and tighter and I'm not pulling low left any more, though still shooting a tiny bit low anticipating my shot, no doubt.

After the range, I went to the bowling alley for league.  What a pleasant surprise to find out that my team is in first place!

Last night I bowled above my average, so I was very happy with that.

All in all it's been fairly uneventful this week.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Oh, so I see how it is....

Apparently, I'm going to have to switch jobs.
While I was hobnobbing with a BAR blogosphere hero of ours, the Lovely Belle whipped this up for her Boss' birthday party tomorrow.

Cheesecake, just prior to the cherry topping.


Blog meet and Road Hypnosis

I don't haz it.
 I only drove to Austin and back.  I could have flown, but that would have turned a 2 1/2 hour trip into a 3 1/2 hour trip.  ( I sense a declining return there ).  I ventured to the land of T sips for a business meeting, which to regress to my teenage surfer dude days, is a totally awesome thing.  Too much work is a much better problem than not enough.  My bonifieds? 7'-8" Jacobson surf board purchased at Jesus is Lord surf shop in Surfside, Texas for around 250 1976 dollars. Traction provided by Dr. Zog's Sex Wax.
Where was I?  Oh yes, Austin.
Borepatch is in the process of decommissioning the BP F.O.B. and heading back to Georgia.
My meeting in Austin was scheduled to be done mid afternoon and Borepatch was free as well, so I managed to squeeze in a meet up for some Tex Mex and Cerveza.  I'm thinking back over the day as I type. The bidness meeting was positive in an economic sense, and face time with a blog bud was a bonus.  It was a good day. (That's kx59 speak for, "I stopped to smell the roses".)  Blogshoots are an awesome experience, but being able to converse sans hearing protection and all the activity is truly a wonderful thing.
My life was enriched today.  Simply by making a connection.  Interesting thing, the intertubes, n'est-ce pas?  Algore's internet made an otherwise impossible connection, possible today.

P.S. BP will poo poo this statement, but he really is as wicked smaht as you think he is. Well, I mean, you read his blog every day...right?


I was looking at my blog stats today and this week we at BAR have had 130 hits from Turkey.  That's not in a month but in a week.

I always find it so interesting that people from so far away have something they want to read or see here.

I haven't blogged much this week, my muse on a break I guess.  I'll be back to regular blogging soon though.

So anyway, to whomever it is in Turkey who is reading.........   leave a comment...  and thanks!

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Pollen wiping and other nonsense

The turn of the leaves in the fall is a beautiful sight much further Northeast of the BAR.  Fall and winter here seem to just turn a gray shade of green.  The oak trees here shed their leaves in the spring by the bushel full and pollinate. We are talking full on Vegas floor show with feather fans pollination.  Parking next to a 50 foot tall pile of sulfur in a gale would deposit less yellow stuff on your car.
Between auto mechanics in the first part of the day, and cutting the yard at the end of the day, I grabbed a microfiber towel and the hose and did a quick rinse and wipe down of the cars. The flood line along the curb left a long line of yellow on the street.  Pollen wiping. It's a loosing battle. The cars will be coated in yellow again by tomorrow morning. Fortunately, this will only go on for another week or two.
Today was good. I spent the first half of it on my back with my Son under his Jeep.  One of two things is for certain. When you leverage a transmission pan to make it let loose from the dipstick tube and crunch your own pinky and it makes you laugh hysterically, you have either stopped to smell the roses, or you are abjectly crazy. My Son had no idea why I was laughing.  What made me laugh is that I did it a row.  Pan was loose and I was starting to make some headway on getting the tube from the pan to release from the dipstick tube. So, my attention was focused elsewhere. First crunch was a little "ow", second crunch got my attention, which reminded me of the first crunch.  Monkey brain said, "maybe you shouldn't do that again." The homo sapiens part of my brain simply responded with, "Really?"
It's still making me chuckle.  Pinky is fine. The laughter made the hurt go away.
Best part of getting greasy today was that I was in a happy place, because I was turning wrenches with my Son, and I told him so.  Must be some oak tree pollen in here. Now I'm getting all teary eyed.

Friday, March 2, 2012

Don't Patronize the Lady Shooters!

Yesterday was bowling night, so I typically leave from the office and go to the indoor range, queeze off a box or two of ammo and then go bowl.

I was out of ammo (aside from the full magazine in my pistol) so I stopped off at the local large chain sporting goods store and went to gun counter to get my ammo.

Behind the counter, the clerk, who probably had the education level of the 8th grade though he was around my age, was trying to sell this woman and her husband a short barreled 12 guage shot gun for home defense.

Good idea of course; however, it was the woman that is wanting the gun as the husband works nights.  The counter guy was telling her, "well, if I were you, I wouldn't worry about the bruises on your shoulder or the kick because this will stop them dead in their tracks, better to have a bruise than to be dead!"

My mouth drops and I put my face in my palm.  The lady turned down the gun and started to move away from the counter.  I politely stopped her for a moment and this is what I said to her,

"I'm sorry but that guy should never try and sell you a gun that you aren't comfortable with.  While in theory he's correct, better a bruise on your shoulder than to be dead, but the problem is that you may have to fire the thing more than once.
"If you are worried about the kick, buy yourself a short barreled 20 guage and load it with buck shot.  It won't kick as hard as the 12 and no burglar is going to laugh at you for shooting a 20 at him rather than the 12."

Store clerk puffs up like a blowfish and says, "Well the 12 guage has more power!"

I smiled my sweetest Southern Belle smile and said, "Yes of course it does, but it's better to have a little less power and be confident of what you're shooting and be able to handle your weapon properly and accurately, than to have all that power and the fear of pulling that trigger because of the pain involved.  Hesitation breeds disaster."

Store clerk, still puffed up and a little red in the face, "Power is better!"

Me, still smiling at him said, "What good is power if you can't use the effing thing?"

Store clerk just looks at me, unable to say anything and moved along to help another person down at the other end who had been waiting before I arrived.  The lady and her husband both thanked me and said they would be back for a 20 guage. 

Once the clerk returned to help me, I said, "I will take 3 boxes of Monarch 9mm Luger FMJ and 1 box of 9mm Luger Monarch Hollow Points"

I don't know what it is about this guy but he just couldn't resist, "Well hon, are you sure you want Monarch, we have some really nice Winchester rounds on sale for just a couple bucks more and it's much better quality!"

I smiled again and said, "Did you really just ask me that?  Winchester is the dirtiest ammo that I've ever fired and I refuse to put that crap in my gun.  Monarch, is cheaper, it has quality enough to hit what I'm aiming for and it is extremely clean."

I think that guy was just trying to save face because had been served and quite possibly owned.  Never patronize a lady shooter.

The only reason I stepped in to the conversation was because the way he was talking to that woman, was not promoting a concern for self defense, but just plain old bravado.  Shame on him.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

This is a hilarious commerical

Was not a commercial during the superbowl but it should have been!

A Video Game Review

Also courtesy of the One and Only Son.
If you've never played a video game, or wondered why you bought this piece of shee ite game, this will not communicate.

I almost spit beer on my laptop

I'm having an adult beverage. It's been a rough day.
The One and Only Son thought I would find this humorous and emailed it in... and he was correct.
A Dramatic Reading.
It gets particularly good around the "wiggle, wiggle, wiggle" part.