Sunday, May 31, 2009

Sunday Linky-Love...

Good stuff from good folks.

That is all.

Random Thoughts...

Some random thoughts from my crazy day yesterday...
  • At the birthday party I brought TheBoy to yesterday, I got to talking with a couple of the dads. Turns out they're both hunters and gun owners. May have some new range buddies and/or possible hunting guides...

  • We bought TheBoy his own aluminum bat for baseball last weekend, and he used it in his game today for the first time ever. Four at-bats, only six pitches total. The first two at-bats he hit the ball on the first pitch - the second shot actually flew over the pitcher's head!

  • Just because I mentioned having the same coffeemaker for about 10 years, it up and died on me Friday morning. All weekend long I've been looking for a replacement. You can get just about any freakin' cappuccino maker, Keurig dispenser, or whole bean grinder and coffeemaker you want. You just can't find a simple coffeemaker with timer...

  • Between the two baseball games, Cub Scout pack meeting, and the birthday (pool) party, I was outdoors all day yesterday. Naturally, I didn't use any sunscreen, and managed to bake my noggin pretty thoroughly. Gotta remember lots of sunscreen even for me in FLA...

  • Also in the realm of really bad timing, the wife's car threw another ball joint yesterday. Between the crunch to get things done before vacation and needing to drive all over hell and creation, having a car out of commission really fucking sucks right now...

  • With the Disney trip coming up, it looks like the next chance I'll get to go to the range will be Father's Day. I think I'm going to bring TheBoy with me. That'd make a good Father's Day present...

That is all...

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Checklist...

  • Bike inspection. Check.
  • BabyGirl G.'s T-ball game. Check.
  • Cub Scout Pack Meeting and Safety Fare. Check.
  • Meet with Committee chair to discuss how we're going to re-arrange the Rocket Launch, Fishing Derby, and Scout Graduation given that the town complex where we were going to hold the event has inexplicably denied our request. Check.
  • BabyGirl G's gymnastic show. Check.
  • Bring TheBoy to birthday party.
  • TheBoy's baseball game at 3:30.
  • Parent's night out at the dojo @ 6:30.

Holy crap, there's a lot of work involved doing nothing all day on a weekend...

That is all.

One Week...

In one week's time we'll be getting off a plane in sunny Orlando. In one week we'll be worshipping at the altar of a rodent, doing our part to improve the economy by spending a small fortune on trinkets, baubles, and other priceless relics of our trip to Disney World.

I'm still dreading the flight down there, between the actual act of getting into a large metal tube and hurtling through the air and the screening process that is "security theater". However, the sage advise of good friends has helped me immeasurably to ease the worry. I'm not entirely convinced y'all aren't going to be reading about me next weekend (Headline: "Shaved head biker gun nut causes scene at airport; all gun owners now considered domestic terrorists"), but I think we'll be fine.

And once we get to Disney, there will be no more stress, right? Right?

Heh...

That is all.

Friday, May 29, 2009

New Blogs and a Shout-Out...

A couple new blogs to add to the blogroll, found through my obsessive usual perusal of Sitemeter stats:

1. Bigger Piece of Sky. This is a brandy-new blog from Keith, who gives us this intro in his first post: "So today I decided I'd start a blog. I'm not real sure how to go about getting started, so we'll go with this. It's a a tale of me and my brother, and ought to introduce things as well as anything." Sounds great!

2. Wilson Blog. At first I thought the volleyball from Castaway had started a blog, but then I realized it was another gunnie (with a fondness for S&W model 27s - good man!). He describes his blog thusly: "Guns, vintage pop culture and anything else that interests me. Why? Just because I like to hear myself talk, that's why!" I appreciate the candor...

Welcome aboard, folks!

The standard disclaimer applies - if you link MArooned and are not represented on the blogroll to the right, please let me know either via e-mail (in profile), comments to any post (I love comments!), Facebook, or gchat (can be reached via jayg71@gmail.com). Let me know so I can return the linky-love!


And here's the Shout-Out.

One of my new shooters - Dwight - is all growed up, shootie-wise. He's got his arsenal assembled and has thrown himself headlong into Cowboy Action Shooting (CAS). He's working a big event next weekend for the Harvard Ghost Riders at Harvard Sportsman's Club (home of the Northeast Bloggershoot for AD where I picked up the "minute-of-berm" designation...)

Here's his description of the event:
There are supposed to be over a hundred entries. There will also be vendors of various kinds.

If anyone would like to see a hundred or so movie cowboys and cowgirls wandering around and shooting this would be an excellent opportunity.

As to the shooting - the fast guys can do 5 revolver, 5 revolver, 10 rifle and 6 shotgun in maybe 25 seconds.

Naturally, this is next weekend, when I'll be on a plane to FLA. Go figure... If you're in the central MA area next weekend and/or would like to see an amaaaazing display of Cowboy Action Shooting, hie thee hence to the event!

That is all.

Life Imitates "Airplane"...

Food Poisoning Prompts Emergency Landing
ORLANDO, Fla. -- A Delta flight made an emergency landing at Orlando International Airport on Friday after several passengers became ill.

Delta Flight 680 was heading to Atlanta from Ecuador when the pilot diverted the jet to OIA.

Authorities said three passengers became sick because of possible food poisoning before boarding the plane

Why am I reminded of this exchange:
Rumack: What was it we had for dinner tonight?
Elaine Dickinson: Well, we had a choice of steak or fish.
Rumack: Yes, yes, I remember, I had lasagna.

This does not portend well with my imminent flight to Orlando next week...

That is all.

Friday Fun Thread: Weird, Wacky Pickups!

I don't even remember how or why this week's automotive fun thread popped into my head, but it did. Sometimes a car manufacturer comes out with something so deliciously weird that you have to just savor it for a moment before going "ewwww". These are the truck versions. Here are Jay's Top Ten Weirdest Trucks.

1. Cadillac Mirage. Yes, "mirage", as in, "did I really see that?". The Mirage is a specialty vehicle built to haul flowers for funeral processions and is rarely seen without a bed full of floral arrangements.

2. Volkswagen Type 2 pickup. Take a perfectly good VW MicroBus. Saw the rear 3/4 off. Put on a utility body 8½' bed. Then add hinged sections that created a cargo area. The Type 2 pickup had to be one of the oddest ways to turn a perfectly good van into a pretty lousy pickup truck, especially when you factor in the anemic engine powering said truck...

3. Dodge Rampage. Take the Dodge Omni. Turn it onto a coupe. Give it a former muscle car name. Then hack the back off and call it a "truck" and you have the Rampage. I always wanted to pick up a Rampage and a Shelby Charger, mate the two, and produce a Shelby Rampage. Well, then I sobered up.

4. Navistar CXT. I always thought that this was an internet hoax until I saw one on the road. Navistar actually took their super duty line of haulers, slapped a pickup bed on it, and sold it to the general public. This pretty much epitomizes the concept of "Just because something can be done doesn't mean it should be done."

5. Plymouth Trailduster. Not so much weird as just plain rare, the Trailduster was the Plymouth version of the much better known Dodge Ramcharger. Much like the GMC Caballero was the lesser known twin of the mulletastic El Camino, the Trailduster languished in the shadow of its more popular sibling.

6. Austin Mini pickup. Proving that, yes, any car on the planet can be turned into a pickup truck with a sawzall and some bondo, the Austin Mini is perhaps best known as the pickup that will fit in the bed of most other pickups.

7. Ford Econoline pickup. Borrowing the bizarre concept of the van-based pickup from Volkswagen, Ford introduced the Econoline van-based pickup in the mid 1960s. Ford kept the design for 6 years, proving that they're not too stubborn to let silly ideas die...

8. VW Caddy. Like the Rampage listed above, the VW Caddy was a front-wheel drive truck, which is rather odd when you consider that the weight is carried in the rear. What this means is that when you go to Home Depot to get a load of bricks for the front walkway, you can't steer. This actually happened to a friend of mine...

9. Porsche 944 pickup. One of the Scandanavian countries (Denmark?) had such a high tariff on sports cars that folks were hacking the liftgate off 944s and importing them as light duty trucks. Ah, yes, the sawzall loophole rides again.

10. GMC Syclone. One of my all time favorite vehicles, the 4.3L turbocharged motor propelled this all-wheel drive, automatic transmission pickup from 0-60 MPH in a blistering 4.6 seconds. It was faster off the line than the standard Porsche 911. Tell me that doesn't smart for the Porsche owner...




Thanks for joining me as I take a trip through the weird world of unusual pickups. There's not too much weirder we can get than the idea of a Porsche pickup or a Cadillac built to haul.

That is all.

Friday Gun Pr0n #113

I'm thinking of starting a new series for Friday Gun Pr0n: Rimfire Rifles. In that vein, here's my favorite:

Winchester Model 1906


Yes, we all know that the Winchester Model 1906 was designed by none other than John Moses Browning hisself. It's a pump-action .22S/R/LR gun most commonly referred to as a "gallery gun" for its propensity for showing up in the shooting galleries of traveling carnivals. This particular gun was manufactured in 1918, and at one point in time belonged to one "Mildred Perkins", who saw fit to engrave her name on the side of the receiver.

This was my grandfather's rabbit gun - countless hundreds if not thousands of conies found their way into a stew pot because of this rifle. Despite the pitted barrel and canted front sight, it still shoots magnificently - I can chew the center of a 50 foot rimfire target at 25 yards with it all day long. It needs a new buttplate and perhaps a little elbow grease, but I think Grampy would appreciate that it gets brought to the range every now and again to tear into cans, break clays, and astonish the super-tacticool tommies with its accuracy.

Give me this gun, a brick of .22LR, and a wooded glen, and I'll eat like a king. Or a hobbit, even...

That is all.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

On Like Donkey Kong...

School Shaves Head Of Boy With Mohawk
BARLETT, Kan. -- There's controversy at a Kansas school after a teacher shaved the head of a 6-year-old boy because of his haircut. Derby McReynolds had his hair cut in a short Mohawk. Bartlett school officials said that was unacceptable, and sent him home.

His parents trimmed the boy's hair to what they said resembled a military cut. The next time Derby went to school, the principal had a faculty member shave the boy's head.
This goes beyond lawsuit. This goes well into Buford Pusser territory where you walk into the school totin' a 2X4 to smack some sense into people. I haven't the faintest idea what was passing for thought process in these peoples' heads when they decided to take it upon themselves to forcibly shave the head of a six year old child...

Especially given that the parents had already aqcuiesced to the school's ultimatum and shaved the boy's head themselves. The "offending" mohawk was gone; what was left was a standard "Boy's Regular" haircut, completely and utterly standard fare for an elementary school boy at the start of summer. Heck, we shave TheBoy down around this time of year as a general rule, and we've even been known to let him choose a mohawk.

My feeling is, given his genetic history, he ain't gonna have hair for very long, so he might as well enjoy it while he's got it...

And if some pinhead "educator" thinks he's going to manhandle my child in some sort of grotesque power play, well, he'd better hope and pray that a lawsuit is the outcome. He'd better hope that I'd rather have the district hand over the keys to the new "Jay G. Elementary School" than have him commit seppuku...

Someone needs to lose their job over this; they should ideally be banned from having any contact with children and, if they haven't procreated already, undergo mandatory sterilization...

That is all.

[Annoying '80s Song Stutter Omitted] Nineteen

Fearing for life, pharmacist kills gunman
Just before walking into Babcock Square Pharmacy, the gunman lurked suspiciously around the parking lot Wednesday morning — even moving his car several times before making his move.

Carole Ann Aguirre, manager of the neighboring Martha's Mexican Restaurant, said the white Honda lingered enough that her grandson, Christopher, mistook it as that of a relative's and walked up to it.

“He opened the car door and thought it was his uncle,” Aguirre said. “But he saw the man had a bandana around his face and was wearing rubber gloves, so he came back in and told us what happened.”

No, this isn't a rehash of the OK pharmacy shooting. Apparently there's a rash of pharmacy robberies. And, now, apparently a rash of pharmacy robbers getting shot dead for their troubles. Which, naturally, is how it should be. Reading how it went down, it appears that a massacre was narrowly averted, with the would-be robber stating "Let's get it on" as he began the robbery.

However:
Police said Wynn reacted quickly, shooting the gunman in the chest.

A hearty HOO-RAH to the pharmacist for a steady resolve, good aim, and sufficient gun...

And because we all love a story with a happy ending:
Police arrived to find the gunman, whose identity wasn't released Wednesday, lying on his back in a pool of blood. In his right hand was a cocked revolver.

Yeah. Read that again. This goblin pore choirboy was ready to kill someone for an Oxycontin score and a small amount of cash. Fortunately for the good citizens of San Antone, an armed citizen thwarted his murderous plans. Unlike the OK pharmacy shooting:

McManus said Wynn wouldn't face any charges in connection with the shooting.

Double HOO-RAH. They do it right there, [clap][clap][clap] deep inna hearta...

And one last thing to put a smile on your face:
Wednesday's pharmacy shooting became the third justifiable homicide of the year for San Antonio, not including a shooting death May 17 that's still being investigated as possible self-defense. The number, however, is half of what it was at this time in 2008, a year the city's justified homicide rate jumped significantly from previous years.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: G-d Bless Texas.

Dead Goblin Count: 19

That is all.

A big tip 'o' the keyboard to the lovely Sabra for e-mailing me this heartwarming tale of a goblin getting exactly what he had coming to him...

New Stimulus Package Bruin

Hungry Bear Chases Homeless N.H. Man
A Fish and Game officer says a hungry black bear ripped open a homeless man's tent and chased him through the woods in Keene, N.H.

Officer Josiah Towne told the Keene Sentinel the bear tore open the man's tent near Route 101 Tuesday morning and began eating raisins and other food. The man tried to fight off the bear with a shovel but ended up getting chased through the woods.

We're very fortunate it wasn't a grizzly scene. This is certainly the polar opposite of what happened to Tim Treadwell. Advocates for the homeless may be tempted to use this case to panda for media attention. Perhaps this poor unfortunate man lost everything in the bear market?

Reports that the bear kept asking "Hey baby, what's ursine?" have not been confirmed...

That is all.

Livin' in a Perfect World...

Blame Unc. He got me to thinkin' with this post about a possible pistol caliber Glock carbine. Then T-bolt has to add to it with his post about the Kriss carbine. So now I'm jonesin' for a .45 ACP carbine...

I was thinking... (be afraid).

Now, take something like the Mech-Tech CCU carbine:


What if Glock were to offer something like this, ready-made, using a G21 as a starting block? .45 ACP carbine, 13-15 round capacity, 16" barrel, with rail for optics and straight or folding stock? I have a feeling they literally would not be able to keep them on the shelves. I'd buy a G21 and as many 13 round magazines as I could get my grubby little mitts on if they came out with something like this for about the price of a Beretta CX4 Storm...

I suppose I could buy a G21 and a conversion kit with fixed stock. The G21 would have to be an older model to comply with MA's idiotic Approved Firearms Roster, and the fixed stock kit to comply with the MA AWB. However, this would run over $900 total - $500 - $600 for the Glock and another $300 - $350 for the Mech-Tech. A carbine selling for ~ $600 would be the bee's knees...

So what would you like to see come down the gunnie pike?

That is all.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Let's Get It Started...

In the comments to this snarkilicious post about the qualifications of one Woman, Wonder to be a US Supreme Court Justice, there's the very hint of a movement starting:

Draft Tamara for the USSC!

Just imagine the possibilities... Tam telling Kennedy to grow a pair. Daily dope slaps to the judges that voted against Heller. Any time a 2A issue arises, Tam refuses all debate until any other justice can outshoot her. Snarkerific rebuttals.

There's virtually no downside - well, unless you're a filthy commie, that is...

That is all.

All Hail the Caped Crusader!

I have a new favorite superhero. He replaces Batman, Wolverine, and even Mr. Incredible in my list of favorite supers. He wears a cape and little else, and fights the oddest assortment of supervillians imaginable, including giant toilets and beserk alien lunch ladies.

Who could it be? Only the one, the only, Captain Underpants!

Why Captain Underpants, you ask? It's very simple. The Captain Underpants series of books has ignited the spark for reading in my son. He inherited his mother's dislike of reading rather than my voracious appetite for books, and getting him to read anything was like pulling teeth. Until we found Captain Underpants, that is.

Dav Pilkey writes with an eye towards the young male reader, filling his stories with boogers, multi-tentacled aliens, bizarre science geeks, and mischevious little boys filled with a healthy distrust of authority. How could a young boy not like it? This is the first time TheBoy has eschewed television in favor of reading.

That's Happy Dance time.

That is all.

Does This Surprise... Anyone?

Staties slap drivers, filling Pike’s coffersLink
Radar-wielding troopers are gunning for Mass. Pike leadfoots at an accelerated pace, slapping them with hundreds more costly tickets this year in what critics say is just another money grab by the budget-bleeding agency.

Speeding citations that start at $100 and climb quickly have been in the high-speed lane for two years straight, according to new statistics obtained by the Herald.

Tickets written in the first three months of this year skyrocketed by 23 percent, or about 2,300, over the same period two years ago.
I dunno. Call me cynical if you will, but I'd just assumed that everyone knew that speeding tickets were about revenue, not safety. Otherwise we'd actually get serious about traffic infractions, impose real fines, and make people start obeying the law. Instead, we fine people trivial amounts, slap them on the wrist, and wait until they cause a spectacular crash resulting in multiple deaths before we even think about getting tough on bad drivers.

What's interesting, buried in the story, is the news that the Pike is still considering a toll hike. This is on top of the sales tax hike and a looming hike in the gas tax as well. And now the news comes down that the staties are ramping up the traffic tickets? As a wise man once opined, "MA. Live Free Or Here". Ain't nothin' free in MA, unless you happen to be an illegal alien getting free tuition or a welfare recipient getting a free car.

The rest of us need to make sure we're driving 55 or we get whacked with a ticket.

That is all.

TinEee!

Well, I finally got off the pot. I'd been trying to decide if the G. household should get a new laptop or a netbook for a second computer, as our ancient desktop had finally given up the ghost. We bought a Toshiba laptop last fall and have been enjoying wireless computing in the house, and we're getting to the point where we're definitively a two-computer family...

Since it seems like all the cool kids have Eee netbooks, it seemed like the way to go. Throw in a sale price that was only $50 more than the refurb offered on Woot, and it completed the no-brainer. Say hello to my leetle friend:

Eee Model 353

No, I didn't buy a freakishly oversized mouse to go with it; it really *is* that tiny! I can literally cover the entire computer with two hands. Typing on the miniscule keyboard is an exercise in hunt-and-peck typing, as the keys need a bit of contact to actuate. The screen is a whopping 8.9", which makes me glad I'm myopic rather than hyperopic...

While the size is its biggest drawback, it's also one of its biggest strengths. This computer is eminently portable - weighing in under 3 pounds and taking up less space than a Bible, it's very easy to bring along. The 160 Gig hard drive means it can double as a back-up drive to the main computer, shadowing our digital pictures and music; and it's inexpensive enough that it can come with us anywhere, even on vacation.

It's also faster online than the Vista-handicapped Toshiba; has longer battery life as well and receives the wireless signal stronger than the laptop. When I get a moment I want to test the range of the wireless outside - I'd like nothing better than to use the Eee to live-blog the kids playing in the backyard!

I give the Eee model 353 netbook an enthusiastic MArooned endorsement!

That is all.

(And in case you were wondering, yes, I did type this entire post on the Eee. Gotta get in shape for hotel-blogging from Disney, which was the big reason that I wanted to get the Eee in the first place...)

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Big Time!

Jeff hits it big.

Does this mean we can say "We knew him when..."?

Congrats, Jeff!

That is all.

Hard to Say "I'm Sorry"?

Bill Would Let Doctors Say "I'm Sorry"
How often do you hear your doctor say "I'm sorry"? Probably not a lot and one reason may be they don't want you to use that apology against them in court if they mess up.

So, they're looking for help from state lawmakers. There will be debate on Beacon Hill Wednesday over a bill that would let doctors say "I'm sorry" without admitting they made a medical mistake.

I'd like to rant, rave, and rail against this, I really would. The idea that we need yet another law to combat something this moronic just exemplifies everything that's wrong with our litigation-happy society. That enough doctors feel the need to rally for a freakin' law that allows them to express remorse without guilt is just... American.

But, really, it just makes me sad. It's sad that a doctor can't be honest with patients; that the threat of a malpractice lawsuit looms larger than proper bedside manner. This proposed bill does not exempt doctors who have legitimately made errors, so it's not like it's going to shield incompetence or malfeasance (very much like the Protection of Lawful Commerce in Arms Act - manufacturers that produce guns that are legitimately defective most certainly can be sued, but that's a different argument and time...).

And again, we respond to a bad situation by making it worse - to combat the exaggerated threat posed by overeager malpractice lawyers, we throw yet another law on the pile. Yet another law goes on the books to codify common sense - which is neither - in other words, doomed to fail from the start. The instant this is passed look for loophole after loophole; any doctor who thinks that something as trivial as a state law will protect him from a lawsuit had best hang up his stethoscope.

And in perhaps the most ironic twist of all, there are those out there who think this system will get better when we nationalize health care...

That is all.

Play Stupid Games...

...get stupid prizes.

Man has no regrets defending Oklahoma City pharmacy
Jerome Ersland was back at work Thursday filling prescriptions and hoping that by taking the life of a 16-year-old boy two days earlier, he had saved others.

Rubbing an oversized bandage on his left forearm, where he said he was grazed by a robber’s bullet, Ersland related details of what he said was a highly organized hit on the Reliable Discount Pharmacy.

"I just regret anybody would get killed,” Ersland said. "But if I wouldn’t have been here, there would have been three people killed — the other pharmacist and the two techs.”

Naturally, owing to the amount of pigment present/not present in the skin of the shooter and the shootee, charges of racism abound. Never mind that Our Hero™ was shot first; obviously it's racism that he shot and killed the young punk who tried to kill him. It's a sad yet predictable charge, one levied as easily as water in this day and age where nothing is ever your fault and "THE MAN" is always out to keep you down, I guess. Although a more prudent method of avoiding getting shot by law-abiding citizens would be to NOT ROB STORES AT GUNPOINT...

What's especially interesting is that the vicious thug pore choirboy caught in the wrong place at the wrong time was shot with a .380 ACP and still got up, falling only after the gun was emptied into his chest. The Kel-Tec .380 (they ID'd the gun - Toto, I don't think we're in MA anymore!) did its job - eventually. Time to re-think summer carry to exchange the P3AT for the 360PD, methinks.

In any case, good guys 1, bad guys 0.

Dead Goblin Count: 18.

That is all.

Thanks to alert reader and good friend brad_in_ma for the link!

Oh, the Viciousness!

Vicious Circle #10 is up for your listening enjoyment. Alan, pdb, Breda, Stingray & Labrat, Paul, TD and I discuss our favorite guns, rehash teh drama, and expose our various and sundry neuroses for the world (such as it is) to hear.

Go. Listen. Have a good laugh at our expense...

That is all.

New Shooter Report!

This past Saturday I took a friend I met through Scouting to the range for his first time shooting ever. He had never fired a gun before, making it as far as going to a gun range with a friend who had a permit only to find the range closed for quals. Last year during the WeBeLoS crossover he made some comments that made me think he might be 2A friendly, and I asked if he'd been shooting. He relayed the above story; we made tentative plan after tentative plan, and this past weekend it finally all came together.

We met Saturday afternoon after Mrs. G. got home from work. He lives up the street from me, so I swang in, picked him up, and drove to my gun club (side note: this is the kind of club I belong to - we get there at 4PM on a gorgeous Saturday afternoon to find the place deserted. We shot for over two hours and there wasn't another person there...) I gave my standard safety lesson, a brief overview of sight picture, and a quick demo on stance, and we were off to the races.

We started with rimfire goodness:

Smith & Wesson Model 17

Smith & Wesson Model 422

I was, quite frankly, surprised at how well I shot. First off, I haven't been shooting since I took my last new shooter, so I was fully prepared to suck wind. Secondly, whenever I take a new shooter, I take the first set of shots so they can prepare for what to expect. I don't shoot for great accuracy, aiming instead to keep all shots more or less in the same spot on a plate (I always start with a plain paper plate for new shooters so they don't feel disappointed if/when they don't hit the X-ring).

Next we moved onto centerfire guns:

Ruger Security Six

SigSauer P226

We started with the Ruger and some light .38 Specials, then shot the Sig with 9mm FMJs. Once he had a good feel for centerfire handguns, I loaded the Ruger with some smokin' Remington 158 grain .357 Magnum JSPs and let six fly. He was duly impressed, and gave the first QotD after his first time shooting the Magnums:

WOW.

We then went with the Remington 572:

Remington Model 572

After he got a feeling for the difference between pistols and rifles (put it this way: He took the plate he shot with the rifle home - something about a 2" grouping for 15 rounds!), we set up some clays on the 25 yard berm for some fun plinking. There's just something about watching a clay disappear when hit dead on to really hook in a new shooter (that and he hit clays 3 out of 6 times with the S&W model 17!).

Leading to the second quote of the day as I dropped him off at his house. He gathers his gear and starts to close the door, then opens it again, pokes his head back into the cab, and says,

So, um, when can we go again?

Heh. Heheheheheheheheheheheheh. Hook, line, and sinker.

That is all.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Lions and Tigers and... Carnies...

Over the long weekend the carnival rolled into town...


Carnival!


Ah, the carnival. Fat-fried food, rickety rides, surly carnies... What is it about this combination that draws children like moths to a flame? This is a little operation that typically rolls into town over the July 4th holiday; I'm not certain why they chose Memorial Day weekend. They set up shop in the stadium the city next to us used to use for their high school football games. It's right across the street from where Mrs. G. works, and when she saw the Ferris wheel going up she knew we had to take the kids...


TheBoy

Because, really, what would a long weekend be without a vomit-inducing ride on "The Sphinx", a pendulum-like ride designed to maximize the distance your corn dogs and fried dough travel in your stomach before your body decides to reverse gears...

(Quote of the night: TheBoy gets off one of the carnival rides and comes running over to us. "THAT WAS AWESOME!" he exclaims breathlessly. "A kid THREW UP!")

BabyGirl G

Yes, there was even a roller coaster, a small one for the little ones. BabyGirl G. is apparently every bit the thrill-seeker her daddy is - which portends well for Disney. I hear they have a ride or two the kids might be interested in...

They CAN peacefully coexist!

And yes, they were able to go on rides together. I was surprised by how mature and caring TheBoy can be - he helped her onto and off of several different rides, making sure she was safely buckled in before getting himself ready on a couple of rides, and checking to make sure she got off safely when the ride was done. It really made me proud how much he's growing up...

Oh, sure, for a bit they were squabbling and we used the time-honored "divide and conquer" method - I took TheBoy and Mrs. G. took BabyGirl G. We wandered around the carnival, stopping to play a game here and there, grabbing some fried dough or cotton candy for a treat. It's amazing just how much food a kid can put away when it's of the greasy, sugary, fat-fried variety...

And for once, both kids slept late yesterday morning. That alone was worth every penny...

That is all.

Remember...

As I approach the gates of heaven;
St. Peter I will tell;
One more soldier reporting sir;
I've served my time in hell.

-Mark Anthony Gresswell

Please take the time to remember what today's all about. Decorate a gravestone. Lower the flag to half-staff until noon. Thank someone who's been to hell and back.

For those who fought for it, freedom has a taste the protected will never know.

That is all.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

A Worthy Cause...

Brigid is concerned, and I concur, that the forces of evil will not rest until they have foisted another onerous gun control law on us. She has asked us to provide links to our state organizations - I've added GOAL (Gun Owner's Action League) in MA. Please stop by and leave your state's organization in the comments to her post. She's going to add the links to her sidebar, and it will be nice to have as many state orgs as possible.

These people will not rest until we're as helpless as the subjects of (formerly) Great Britain. Let's not make it easy for them...

That is all.

Standard Sunday...

Holy smokes. Seems like every time I get a spare second to breath, something else pops up... (Yeah, Jay, what else is new?). Less than 2 weeks until we get on the big grey bird of happiness and make our way to the land of the Mouse, and preparations are currently behind schedule. We're hoping to use the extra day off to our advantage (while still taking time to remember, of course).

And at some point today or tomorrow I hope to pick up my very own Eee so I can officially be one of the "cool kids" have an easily transportable computer to bring with me to Disney (and yes, I will fork over the ten beans a day to have in-room internet. I'm not an addict; I can quit anytime). I want to make sure I get it all set up to play nice with the home network before we leave and get in some quality blogging time with it so I'm not fumble-fingering around too much. Well, no more than usual...

I also need to figure out what the hell I'm going to do about my cell phone. I have to return the completely useless "replacement" phone they sent me - since it didn't come with a new battery it totally failed to replace my phone which I told them "will not hold a charge for more than 10 minutes"... Since it was their advise to get the replacement, they can send the damn thing back. I found a replacement battery at the recycling drive, but I'm a little leery of pinning my cellular communications on a salvaged battery. We're planning a lot of "divide & conquer" at Disney - I take TheBoy and we go do guy things; Mrs. G. takes BabyGirl G. and does girl things; our phones will of course be integral to inter-G. communications.

So, anyone got any thoughts on a good, sturdy cell phone?

And, at some point, I've got a passel of dirty guns to clean from yesterday's new shooter outing. Oh, and a new shooter report (here's a hint: I think he mighta liked it...). And some pictures of the kids at the carnival in town for the weekend (but don't worry, no pictures of the nice carny lady who offered to be my wife for the night...) Oh, and a cookout tonight at the Casa del Mom&Dad G. which offers much in the way of charred mammal flesh goodness...

Soon enough, summer will be here and there will be time to breathe. I hope.

That is all.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Confirmed...

Just got off the phone with my latest victim next new shooter. He's still in; in fact, his exact words were "I cleared the entire day's schedule just in case"... Heh.

After lunch I'm going to round up some ordnance and load some magazines. Think I'll go with the standard rotation:

Smith & Wesson Model 17 .22LR revolver
Smith & Wesson Model 422 .22LR semi-automatic
Ruger Security Six .357 Magnum/.38 Special revolver
SigSauer 9mm semi-automatic

I'm also bringing a .22 LR rifle; I'm trying to decide if I want to bring the lever-action Marlin 39A or the pump-action Remington 572. I'm also trying to decide if I should bring the Colt New Frontier or not. I'm leaning towards leaving it home, simply because we're going to be hard-pressed to get all of our shooting goodness in as it is...

I think I'm gonna stick with the paper plates, though, as I don't want to embarass myself too much...

That is all.

Learn Something New...

Contagious cancer threatens future of devils
(CNN) -- Australia's iconic Tasmanian devil -- widely known as trouble in Looney Tunes cartoons -- has been put on the country's endangered list, environmental officials announced Friday.

"My decision to uplist the Tasmanian devil is based on advice from the Threatened Species Scientific Committee, which lists the devil facial tumor disease as the major
threat to the devil," Environment Minister Peter Garrett said in a statement.

"This disease has led to the decline of about 70 percent of the Tasmanian devil population since the disease was first reported in 1996."

I think in the Taxonomy of Modern Dangers, contagious devil facial tumor disease ought to rank pretty high. Something about carnivorous marsupials gnawing your face off and giving you cancer at the same time just trips the ZOMG factor.

Wonder how long it will take before MSNBCNN starts running 'round the clock scare pieces on DFTD?

That is all.

Friday, May 22, 2009

You'll Never Guess Where This Happened...

Wilbraham condo owner faces no charges after shooting and killing neighbor
WILBRAHAM - A Boston Road condominium owner who shot and killed a neighbor Thursday night at present faces no charges because the shooting appears to be in self defense, Police Chief Allen M. Stratton said Friday.

Stratton said the Woodcrest Condominium resident, whose name was not released, told police he shot twice at a man who came into his apartment without permission, refused to leave and then became aggressive. The shooting took place just before 8:30 p.m.

Sounds pretty cut and dry, right? Dude comes into your home, ranting and raving, won't leave, and then starts getting violent. Homeowner retreats, gets gun, dude keeps coming. And gets two to the chest for his trouble. No reason to think the homeowner would be charged, is there?

Well, chew on this:
Stratton said the initial investigation so far indicates the "control, possession and use of the firearm was defensive in nature and consistent with Massachusetts General Laws."

Wow. I am simply stunned... Martha "we discourage self help" Coakley must be beside herself.

Dead Goblin Count: 17.

That is all.

Friday Fun Thread: Cars for the Goose...

Since last week's fun thread was Cars to get for your son's first car, this week naturally has to be:


Top Ten Cars to Get for Your Daughter's First Car.

Fair is fair, right? So here goes!





1. VW New Beetle convertible. Hands down. Gotta be the penultimate teenaged girl's car. Flower vase on the dashboard. Cute retro styling. Room for her and three of her friends (and not a lot of trunk space for coming back from the mall...)

2. Toyota MR2. Sporty, stylish, reliable, and cute. How much more perfect could this be for a girl's first car? Just don't let her brother drive it...

3. Land Rover Freelander. Bulletproof four wheel drive. Removable rear roof for open air fun. And where it's a Land Rover, it'll be in the shop too much for her to get in trouble with it (I kid, I kid)...

4. Mazda Miata. Really, is there any reason to say any more about this car? It practically defines cute... It also has the benefit of only being a two-seater, so she can only bring one gossiping friend to distract her.

5. Ford Escape. This is the "economy" version to the Freelander, an affordable small SUV that she won't be embarassed to drive, yet will offer better winter traction control and plenty of hauling space for sports or band equipment.

6. Honda Civic coupe. Reliable. Cute. Honda. How could you possibly go wrong with this choice? The car is sporty, but practical. It's good on gas and easy to park. Really, this would make a fine first car for either a boy or girl...

7. VW Cabrio. This was pretty much the de rigeur girl's car to have before the New Beetle came out in a convertible version. Cute, drop-top with German engineering. Sounds like Marlene Dietrich...

8. Volvo S40. For the dad obsessed with safety, the S40 is a good choice. It's a Volvo ("Boxy! But safe!"), so it'll basically withstand a direct nuclear hit. It's a German Swedish* offering, which means superior engineering (and repair price tag to boot...)

*thanks Brad!

9. Jeep Wrangler. Also a vehicle that's good for a son or daughter, and for the same reasons - good in the snow, fun in the sun. And the 4-cylinder version ain't racin' NOTHIN'. (I know. Sis G. had one. I remember driving it on the highway at 60 MPH with the engine SCREAMING...)

10. Subaru Impreza. Another entry in the "cute but practical" list. It's a Subaru, so it's great in inclement weather, will run forever if not abused (hence why it's not on the "son" list), and can be picked up used for a reasonable price.



There's my Top Ten Cars to buy your daughter for her first car. BabyGirl G. will not be getting a car when she is of driving age, as she will have no need of one in the convent...

That is all.

Apprehensive...

Breda has had very bad luck with the TSA. Christina has had a bad experience with this same alphabet agency. Joe Huffman (who I really need to add to the blogroll, note to self) has an entire category devoted to their shenanigans. There are thousands of stories out there, very few of them good, about people's experience with the "security" measures currently in place in our airports. The overwhelming feeling is that the policies do little more than pester and annoy the law-abiding (gee, sounds like gun control...)

I'm rather worried about my upcoming cattle drive FLA vacation. I'll be flying for the first time since 9/11, and I'll have my family with me (side note: I'm actually less concerned about the plane crashing because we're all together. In a weird, sick way, at least if something happens my kids won't grow up without a dad. Stupid, yes, but welcome to my neuroses...) I'll be trying to herd two very excited children through the labyrinth of Logan Airport to get them on the plane that's going to take them to Disney World. They'll be a little, err, rambunctious...

And add to this stress that I'll be getting into a big metal tube that by all rights has no business being on a public roadway, let alone the skies, and it's going to be hurtling through the air at 9,000 miles an hour and the speed of gravity is 9.8 meters/second2 and bird strikes and swine flu and waterboarding and-

Okay, it's obvious I need a prescription for something...

In any case, we're leaving two weeks from tomorrow. Planning's getting tight; we're running out the clock on having time to plan and/or order things for the trip. Add in the 14,000 things we need to do to get ready to fly, things we need to bring with us, etc. and it's adding up to a big headache. But all I need to do is ask the kids where we're going to be in two weeks and hear "DISNEY WORLD" at the top of their little lungs to know it's all worth it...

That is all.

Friday Gun Pr0n #112

Bet y'all thought I was kidding when I said I'd ordered one of these:


Pointy!


Yes, that is what it looks like. The pistol bayonet found here. It's not quite as big as I expected it to be:

Size comparison


But it comes with a Kydex sheath:

All Covered Up

And it fits on my SW99 in .40 S&W:


Eek! A Pistol with a Bayonet Attached!

Bring on Tinky Winky...

That is all.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

We've Got Both Kinds...

...Country [pause] and Western!

Okay, so there's two fiction inspired posts in one day today. This one's inspired by The Blues Brothers, the scene where they go to Bob's Country Bunker and wind up playing a country & western bar. Saw a clip of the start of that scene the other day, and it got me to thinkin'...

What could I sing in that scenario? Could I do an entire C&W set of songs I know by heart?

So, naturally, I had to sit down and list all the country songs I could sing by heart:

Friends in Low Places - Garth Brooks
This is My Town - Montgomery Gentry
How Do You Like Me Now - Toby Keith
Forever and Ever, Amen - Randy Travis
Cocaine Blues - Johnny Cash
Devil Went Down to Georgia - Charlie Daniels
Move It On Over - Hank Williams
Ring of Fire - Johnny Cash
Crazy - Patsy Cline
King of the Road - Roger Miller
Chattahoochie - Alan Jackson
Mamas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys - Willie Nelson & Waylon Jennings
God Bless The USA - Lee Greenwood (I'll sing this one just for Marko)
Stand By Your Man - Tammy Wynette



Fourteen songs - about two hours' worth - would make a pretty decent show...

That is all.

Have They Checked Sandy Berger's Pants?

National Archives loses hard drive with Clinton era records
WASHINGTON (CNN) -- The National Archives -- a repository of important government documents, including the U.S. Constitution -- has lost a computer hard drive containing large volumes of Clinton administration records, including the names, phone numbers and Social Security numbers of White House staff members and visitors.

Officials at the Archives say they don't know how many confidential records are on the hard drive. But congressional aides briefed on the matter say it contains "more than 100,000" Social Security numbers, including one belonging to a daughter of
then-Vice President Al Gore. It also contains Secret Service and White House operating procedures, the staffers said they were told.

Now, I'm certain that this is mere happenstance, right? They claim that this is merely backup; that all of the original information is still safe. However, these are the same people that don't know just how much information disappeared into Sandy "Pants Burgular" Berger's Dockers. I find it more than a little interesting that this is now the second instance where Clinton era records have mysteriously vanished.

One can only wonder just how loudly the howls would ring were this to happen to records taken during the Bush administration. Hell, they've accused Obama of covering up for Bush because he kept some records sealed. Yet physical documents are stolen and destroyed; hard drives go missing; incident after incident garners nary a yawn in the media. Ho, hum, lost another hard drive with sensitive information about Clinton-era workings. File it under "M" for miscellaneous and hope no one notices.

One does have to wonder, though, what kind of quid-pro-quo is going on for Clinton - he takes the ambassadorship to Haiti and the same week sensitive documents from his administration mysteriously vanish...

That is all.

Fun Gunnie Thought Question(s)

Okay, so I just finished reading Heinlein's Tunnel in the Sky and digging it. For those not familiar with the novel, basically it's Lord of the Flies in Space - in this universe, teens and young adults are offered a test if they want to venture out into the universe at large. They are sent to an unnamed planet not of their choosing and must survive for a short period of time. Something goes wrong, and they wind up on the planet for considerably longer...

Naturally, this set the gears in motion...

Thought question #1: What gunnie gear would you bring with you for the original purpose - a 1-2 stay on a completely unknown world?

You're going to an unfamiliar planet with unknown dangers, and can bring only which you can carry. What firearms would you bring; how much ammo; what other gear?

Though question #2: What would you bring for a longer period of time?

Obviously the key plot device is that they didn't know it would be much longer than the "2-10 days"; however disregard this and focus on what you would bring - that you could carry on your person - for an indeterminate amount of time. Figure about a year's time - long enough that things wearing out might be an issue, etc. How does this change your answer from Thought question #1?


Jay's Answer #1: For the short, set period of time, I'd opt for firepower and lots of it. Springfield Armory SOCOM II with red dot sight zeroed at 100 yards; lots and lots of loaded 20 round magazines. The .308 Winchester wouldn't be ideal for dangerous large game, but since this would be more for protection, it's a last-ditch defense. 20 rounds of .308 should take down most anything smaller than elephant, and with 15-20 loaded mags (2 per day), should have plenty of ammo but still be able to carry it. For a pistol, a Smith & Wesson Model 629 with 4" barrel in a sturdy leather belt holster would work nicely. Figure 200 rounds of hot .44 Magnum.


For the short period of time, hunting really wouldn't be a big issue - with sufficient preparation, enough food could be brought to last a week or so. Add in a moderate first aid kit, water purification equipment, and a spare change of clothes or two; figure two to three flashlights and spare batteries to last 2 weeks of 12 hours/day use; backpacking Coleman lantern & single burner stove for light cooking; flint & tinder for fire starting and as many Ohio Blue Tip matches as can safely be stored.


Jay's Answer#2. Here's where things get more problematic. Since it's going to be a long time, and it's possible that you might need your gun on a daily basis, we'll rule out all semi-autos. Because of the time involved, a .22LR is absolutely critical if for no reason other than being able to take a lot of ammo. Remington 572 Fieldmaster pump-action rifle would make an excellent companion - can take small game at ranges of 25 - 50 yards, is reliable all day long, holds 15 rounds in the tube, and requires only a minimum of cleaning to work every time you need it. Match it with a Smith & Wesson 617 10-shot .22LR with 6" barrel, and you've got a manually operated pair of firearms with 10-15K rounds of ammunition.

For centerfire ammo - protection as well as larger game harvesting - I'd favor also keeping ammo commonality. Figure a Marlin 1894 in .357 Magnum paired with a 7-shot S&W Model 686 with 6" barrel. With practice, the rifle will hit medium game out to 150 yards, the pistol an easy 50 yards. At close range, either will make all but the largest predators re-think having you for dinner. It's a trade-off, certainly - a .45/70 Guide Gun provides far more hitting power; a Rem 700 in 300 Magnum will take even large game easily at 2-300 yards. But being able to pack 1½-2K rounds of premium JSP ammo in the same space as 4-500 rounds of .300 Mag may mean the difference between eating well for 6 months and starving the rest and eating okay the whole year.

As for other gear, covering the basics would be a necessity - general antibiotics, and sturdy cooking gear; hardy axe and hatchet; trenching tool; as many matches as will fit and several different fire-starting methods as well (including magnifying glass, natch). Having to last for up to a year means that a stove/lantern would be an extravagance; a cast iron skillet to place over a roaring campfire would be far more practical.


I don't claim to be a survivalist; I'm certain that anyone even vaguely interested in long-term survival in the wild can poke all kinds of holes in my list-of-fancy. But heck, that's why I put it out there - there's a world of information out there, and I'm always eager to learn.

So what would y'all bring for both the short- and long-term?

That is all.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

From the Department of "Not Getting It"...

Stingray and Labrat, the Atomic Nerds, attended the NRA Convention in Phoenix last week. Since they were there ostensibly as press, they foolishly bravely decided to actually commit an act of journalism (which is a hell of a lot more than you can say for the vast bulk of the alleged mainstream media these days).

Anyhoo, they stopped by the booth of H-S Precision to get an interview. You might remember that name from a contest Sebastian ran a while back because of an unfortunate endorsement they used in promotional materials (see my entry here). They had the mind-boggingly stupid choice of one Lon Horiuchi as spokeman for their rifle stocks. Needless to say, this provoked some consternation among the 2A community

Well, H-S Precision hasn't gotten any smarter, if the interview is any indication. It's bad enough that they won't acknowledge that they made a grievous error in the spokeskiller selection process, but now they're claiming that they don't do endorsements, period. Yes, H-S Precision went from being mere tone-deaf idiots to out-and-out liars.

How's that go? Oh yeah. H-S Precision. I wouldn't piss on them if they were on fire...

Good job guys.

That is all.

Don't Mess with Texans, Part 2

Suspected burglar shot after allegedly pulling gun on homeowner
SAN ANTONIO -- A man was shot to death after an apparent burglary late Sunday.The shooting happened on the 5,200 block of Northwest Trails just before 11:00 p.m. Click here to watch News 4 WOAI's Kristina De Leon's report.

Police were called after a man's body was found in a grassy area on the side of the road. The 26-year-old had been shot and killed after police say he burglarized a home off Timber Laurel earlier in the night.

Note to goblins, ne'er-do-wells, and other assorted miscreants: Do. Not. Fuck. With. Texans. These crazy sonsabitches will hunt your no-good ass down and kill you.

It appears as though the gentlemen who had been robbed recognized the goblin and went to confront him. Upon confrontation, said goblin displayed a weapon and threatened our hero with it. Said hero, being a Texan and therefore armed to the teeth, shot the goblin down. Please note: The goblin's firearm was not a magic talisman. He lacked the will to use it, even though he was the first to display it. Once again, the gun is not what's dangerous, the person is.

And since this is Texas:
Police are not sure if the homeowner's brother will face any charges, saying the shooting may be considered a case of self defense.

Hell yes. Look, they recognized the dude. Knowing who it was, they went prepared (read: armed). Sure enough, he was dumb enough to threaten them upon confrontation. And, since he lacked the will to follow through, got himself shot dead for his hesitation. We can only assume that he thought merely displaying his firearm would gain him the upper hand; he must not have run into victims who were unwilling to be victims...

Dead Goblin Count: 16

That is all.

Serf's Up!

Senate approves sales tax hike

The state Senate voted last night to increase the sales tax, lift the sales tax exemption on alcohol, and allow cities and towns to raise meals and hotel taxes, brushing aside criticism that higher taxes would hurt Massachusetts businesses by driving consumers over the border, particularly to tax-free New Hampshire.

The Senate plan, which cleared the House in April, would push the sales tax from 5 percent to 6.25 percent, while generating an estimated $633 million to offset deep cuts in services for the poor, elderly, and disabled.

Interesting. Just a few months ago the sales tax hike was "only" going to be 6%. They must not have heard enough hollering about that and decided to go for more. I guess we should be thankful they only raised it to 6.25% and not 10%. Or 20%. I mean, they know better, right? Yep. Good ol' Taxachusetts is right back in rare form.
At 6.25 percent, Massachusetts would have the second highest sales tax rate of the six New England states plus New York. Only eight states nationwide have a higher rate.

I wonder how many of those state senators will be re-elected in landslide victories, or run unopposed?

That is all.

A Weighty Issue

Long-time friend and blogfather Ricky of Toys in the Attic was kind enough to send me a very detailed account of his weight training regimen in response to my query a while back.

Since he put so much time into it, I'll reprint it in its entirety:



Wrote this thing 7 different times & never was happy with it, but I figured I'd put enough effort in so here 'tis:
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A reminder of Jim's question:
Can you recommend a weight lifting routine for at home. I have a set of weights for up to 40lb on a small dumbell. I've never lifted before, and would like to get into it, but a gym membership is not in the cards with the financial situation the way it currently is.

First, I'll say that gyms are going through the same financial situation that "we" are. Memberships are falling and fast; An example, my SIL was a long-time manager of a gym and personal trainer (she gives me a lot of workout/fitness information, BTW) who was 'canned' 2 weeks ago due to dwindling membership just a year after getting a *huge* pay raise for almost doubling the membership. So, the gyms are pretty desperate, too. If they're still trying to get you to sign up for some thousand-dollar fee on top of a $45/month contract, then yeah, they can take a hike. But, they're needing members - and fast - so don't assume that they're unwilling to change. My gym has gone to a $15/month-to-month system & they're a chain (Bodyplex,
bodyplexofcartersville.com to be exact....wow, that web site looks darn good, whoever designed it must be a genius!). Ahem, anyway, you have nothing to lose by checking & $15/month (or, even up to $25) is an absolute STEAL. Even if someone lost their job for 6 months, that'd be only $90; can't beat it.

But, I'll go forward under the assumption that there will be no gym.

Next, what Unpaid Bill typed in the comments is pretty much spot on, which was: "If you want to hike all day with a load, then you want low(er) weight, and lots of reps. If you want mass and strength, but are ok with needing a rest after a short time, then go with lots of weight and low reps. If you want to burn more fat, then add muscle, which means high(er) weight and less reps. Trying to burn fat strictly through cardio is not going to give you results in a reasonable amount of time. Definition is almost entirely dependent upon body fat, which is heavily dependent upon your diet. I don't care how much muscle you have, and how many "definition" exercises you do, you'll never look ripped until your body fat % drops under 10% or so. So I guess the important question is: "What do you want to accomplish?" then build a workout to accomplish that."

First, an overview & tips: If the max dumbbell is 40 lbs., what you're not going to accomplish is building mass. Nope, nada, not going to happen.
You can get in great shape and have phenomenal workouts, but to build mass you must lift heavy, throw down the calories and push down around 1 gram of protein for every pound of body weight. I know first-hand because for ~ 7 years I did the high-rep/moderate-weight routing & had ripped abs (wow, hard to remember that time since they're now covered with a gut) and low body fat. But, I couldn't gain muscle mass and it didn’t matter how hard I tried. So, unless that happens, and I'm assuming that it won't based on the info given, my second ASSumption is that building mass won't be in the cards (with the definition of "building mass" to be gaining > 10 pounds of body muscle). So, we're going to go forward with light-weight workouts.

For Jim, right off the bat & before doing the first exercise, I'd say go purchase a pull up bar (~$40) or some straps to use for pull-downs (bought some for $20 at Wal-Mart) in order to work the back. Your chest & your back are your biggest upper body muscles, not the arms, so they're the 'big' targets. Not doing this is akin to trying to run a car engine with a cloggy fuel filter & air filter. Everyone likes the double bicep pose, but your chest/back are the ‘real’ upper body muscles.

Next, keep in mind that if you're lifting the same weight & for the same number of reps that you were 6 months ago, you're not making progress. Keep a log of your training & always try to do more than the last workout. And even though the dumbbell weight is a bottleneck for you right now, you can change around your workouts by varying the angles & rest periods.

What are these tips/changes? Well, I’lll use Jay's bicep entry as the foundation:

Just like it sounds, sit in a chair with your knees out in front of you. Bring the weight bar from resting on your leg to your chest 10X one hand, then swap hands. Repeat 5X.

Respectfully, I'd suggest that there is no need for the weight to touch your leg, at all. [ed. I don't actually have it touch my leg, that's for reference only. In fact, for the last set of 10 reps, I intentionally take as long as possible to lower the bar down each time] In that situation, if I read it correctly, your lower bicep is not getting work that is necessary for a full bicep curl. Stand up, keep your back straight and curl those babies up. Then, get the 'negative', which is the downward motion of the rep. This is as important as the upward motion, because you're working the bicep just as much after contraction! S-L-O-W-L-Y lower the dumbbell back down, then explode it back up. Think 'fast up/contract the muscle & squeeze at the apex/slow down'. This goes for the chest (push-ups, since you don't have weights), triceps (dumbbell extentions), shoulders, etc. Don't push the weight up & then let gravity bring it back down: Remember, the goal isn't to lift the weight, it is to work the muscle. [quick tip: if you're working a body part & have on hand extra, put your fingers on the muscle you're working. Trust me, you'll focus more because you're not only looking but you're also feeling the 'peak' while you contract. Try it; sit down on the end of a chair with your legs fairly wide, grab a 15-25 lb. dumbbell with your right hand, place your right elbow about 4" up from the inside of your knee and start doing a round of concentration curls by bringing the weight up somewhat in the direction of the OTHER knee. Now, after about two reps, place the index finger of your left hand on the top of your bicep and literally feel the contraction as you do your reps...you can feel how much the muscle works as you're going lower & lower and more importantly, you’re focusing on working the muscle (the goal, after all). No matter what exercise you're doing, focus 100% on the muscle & form instead of how much you're lifting; heck, you decided that when you picked up the weight. I'm not going to be one of those dweebs who says "man, it's all mental" but I'd be liying if I said that it was all physical. Concentrate on the muscle, squeeze it to its max, work it hard and then feed it & give it rest. That's what your real goal is, not lifting X pounds]

Okay, with all that in mind, here is a chest staple routine that I've used on many occasions:

Monday: Chest/back

Standard Push-ups - just as it states. Get a comfortable grip & knock out as many as you can. Nope, not 3 sets of ten, that's for girls. Go until your face is about to smash the floor. Now, 30 seconds later..[ed. I do this as well as part of my nightly routine. In this exact manner...]
Wide Front Pull-ups/pull-downs - depends on if you got a pull-up bar or the bands mentioned above. Don't skimp and say "I'll use the dumbbell and do the one-arm bent over rows that they show on television". We're talking about the lats, all those huge muscles that won't be worked with a 40 lb. dumbbell. We'll do the dumbbell/back stuff a bit later, but now we need to work the lats. Pull-up or pull down, depending on our apparatus, with a wide grip (outside your shoulders) until you can do it no more. Then, 30 seconds later...
Do some Military Push-ups - with the palms located in front of your shoulders, then a bit lower so that your elbows go more toward your sides. You're still working the chest and not the triceps, so don't go strictly to the sides, but we're looking at a more narrow stance than the standard. Again, go to failure. Then, 30 seconds later…
Reverse Grip Chin-ups/Pull-downs. Same as before, you've just changed your grip so that your palms are facing you and your hands are positioned comfortably in front of you instead of having a wide grip. Max out, then take a 90 second break, then...
Wide Push-ups - We did the narrow version above, now place your palms rather wide & go til you can't. Then, 30 seconds later...
Closed Grip Overhand Pull-ups /pull-downs. Same as the first back exercise above, but your hands are now only a few inches apart. Hits another section of the back, just as the varying pushups hit different sections of the pecs. Then, 30 seconds later...
Decline Push-ups - put your feet up on a bed or chair, not too high though, and knock these out. You're tired, but even if you weren't you won't be able to do as many as normal pushups as you're hitting the upper pecs. Again, to failure, then 30 seconds later...
Bent over rows - back parallel to the floor, arms & dumbbell hanging straight down, palms pointed inward. Then, 'pull' your elbow backward until the weight is around where your belt would be, keeping your arm(s) close. Quicker if you have two dumbbells & if so, it would look a lot like you're pulling up your pants. Then, 30 seconds later...
Diamond Push-ups - A pushup with your fingers spaced apart as much as you can get them, then with the index fingers & thumbs touching so that the in-between space of your hands would be shaped somewhat like a diamond. Your chest will go toward your hands, so be sure not to lower your face down, but your chest (otherwise you'd be hitting triceps instead of chest). 30 seconds later...
Reverse Grip Bent-over Rows - Same as the previous back routine, except this time you're holding the weight as you would if you were doing bicep curls. So, palms out, bend over so your back is flat, then bring up the elbows. As many as you can.

Do that routine for two Mondays, then do two sets of the routine (do it twice). The above should only take 14-20 minutes, so knock out another set. The actual routine calls for two sets of each so you should be up to that level of intensity after two sessions.

There you go, a chest/back workout that won't use more than 40 lbs. If you're not pumped after THAT routine, I'll donate money to the DNC.

Here’s the kicker with the low weight workouts: you can only do them with appreciable efficiency for 2 months. After that, you’ll need a change, which means heavier weights. Your arms/shoulders will be fine, 40 lbs is a decent amount of weight for one bicep/tricep/deltoid to work. But, your chest/back/quads are going to need higher intensity because after two months you are going to reach a plateau. Chances are, if one is dedicated & doing weight lifting regularly, he'll want "more" because he'll be able to visually see the results on top of feeling them. Looking in the mirror and seeing muscle after years of seeing nothing but soft skin is a game changer, believe me.
I won't go further right now, my fingers are tired. But, if you (or anyone) is interested, I can type out the Wednesday (legs) & Friday (arms/shoulders) routines upon request.

Have a good one,

RW




Seriously good information there. Thanks Ricky!!! This is why I put the questions out to everyone - because in this day and age, chances are pretty good that someone, somewhere out in the ether has the exact answer that you're looking for, and is more than happy to share their knowledge.

Now, get to work on those muscles!

That is all.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Reminder: Gun Nuts Tonight!

Breda reminds us that Gun Nuts will be broadcasting remotely tonight, and that there will be a special guest host: Kevin Baker (one of my very faves) from The Smallest Minority.

Tune in on BTR tonight at 9:00 PM EST and join the fun!

That is all.

Travel Bleg

I just realized something. In two weeks and four days, we're leaving for our Disney vacation. That means that I will be getting on a plane for the first time in nearly ten years. I haven't flown since before 9/11, a business trip taken solo before I had kids.

Which means that my first introduction to post-9/11 air travel is going to involve to schoolkids and a tight schedule.

This does not bode well, especially since I'm not what you'd call a good flyer to begin with. What changes should I be most aware of (i.e. what's likely to get me pulled out of line fastest)? The last time I traveled by air it was a "hop out of the cab at 7:30 for an 8:00 AM flight" kinda thing. I'm guessing it's a little different now. I'm just trying to minimize the likelihood of anything interfering with our vacation goodness...

And, as it turns out, it appears I'll be meeting with both the Allens and the Wests. Nice!

That is all.

Oh, THIS Won't Affect Anything...

Obama gets tough on fuel economy
NEW YORK (CNNMoney.com) -- The Obama administration on Tuesday is set to propose stricter fuel economy standards in an effort to cut down vehicle greenhouse gas emissions.

The plan will require passenger cars and light trucks to get an overall average of 35.5 miles per gallon by 2016, according to a senior administration official with knowledge of the plan. By that year, cars will be expected to average about 39 mpg and 30 mpg for trucks.

With two of the "Big Three" US Automakers currently filing for bankruptcy protection, putting insanely high fleet mileage requirements in place for only six years hence isn't going to change things, is it? We're going to apply Colonel 0bama's Magical Unicorn Dust to the internal combustion engine and wrangle 30% more efficiency in six years, right? And struggling car manufacturers - already trying to simply stay solvent - are going to be falling over themselves to invent stunning new technology to meet these specifications...

The manufacturer that can build a truck that gets 30 MPG will decimate the opposition - *if* they can do it without sacrificing payload or towing capacity. Ditto the car that gets 39 MPG - all the ads currently running put the mileage of even the little cars (Corolla, Civic, etc.) at or below that figure - and 39 MPG is supposed to be the average, meaning that any car that only gets 30 MPG (which is pretty darn good) will need equal numbers of 48 MPG cars to offset.

We tried this in the early 1990s: See Metro, Geo. It's listed under Sales, Abysmal.

I particularly liked this bit:
The proposed plan is expected to add about $600 to the cost of a car, the official said. That's on top of $700 added by changes to fuel economy rules that have already been recently enacted, the official said, but consumers should be able to save enough in gas to make up for the cost.

Oh, our mucking around in things we neither understand nor really care about is *only* going to cost the consumer $1,300. First off, everyone who thinks this will *only* cost $1,300, raise your hand. I have some seacoast property in Utah to sell you. Secondly, if there were an improvement that could be made for $600 that would raise gas mileage from 27.5 MPG to 39 MPG, don't you think the manufacturers would have been FALLING over themselves to do it when gas was $4/gallon???

I can't tell what scares me more: The thought that 0bama is this freaking clueless, or that he's not...

That is all.

NRA Convention/2A Blog Bash Wrap-Up

The 2009 NRA Convention and Second Amendment Blog Bash wrapped up yesterday. Everyone who attended undoubtedly has dozens if not hundreds of stories to tell; tales of meeting new people; close encounters with celebrities both in the gunnieverse and online; pictures of new and exciting hardware; and a thousand other really cool things that all make me green with envy that I wasn't able to attend...

First off, some links:


Everyone, I am supremely jealous. I *WILL* be in Charlotte next year. With any kind of luck, I'll be renting a van and dragging a bunch of East Coast bloggers with me. But in any case, MArooned will be on the list next year. Count on it.



I'd be lying if I said I was happy about missing the convention and 2A Blog Bash, that's for certain. What I haven't mentioned, though, is that I'd have been equally sad had I made it to the convention, for I would have missed the following events:

  • Cub Scout Electronics Recycling Fundraiser - not only would I have missed it, but since I was 50% of the muscle for most of the day, it most likely would not have happened.
  • Birthday party for one of my son's friends - this was the little girl that hosted TheBoy's first sleepover; her dad and I go way back, and he actually called me asking me to bring extra fishing poles for the fishing party. Once I got there, I got pressed into service baiting hooks and casting lines.
  • My goddaughter's First Communion - mind you, her godmother missed it because of a vacation, so she wouldn't have had either godparent present had I been in Phoenix.



I'm sad I missed the festivities, but I'm glad I was home for all the other good stuff in my life. I'll wait until next year, when I can plan accordingly...

That is all.

Monday, May 18, 2009

More Piss-Poor Customer Service

The inimitable Ambulance Driver tears his local bike shop a new one. Money quote:
When your dealership folds - and it surely will, the way you're going - I hope I see all of you knuckle-dragging, mouth-breathing, monosynaptic, apathetic fucktard wastes of protoplasm working the counter at Mickey D's.
Heh. That man has a way with words, doesn't he?

So, to recap: Any readers in the SE LA area are hereby warned to steer clear of Cycles & More in Lake Charles, LA. Unless they have abnormally low blood pressure and need it raised, that is...

That is all.

I See... Dumb People...

Looks like today's just the day for stupid people left and right...

Biden Reveals Location of Secret VP Bunker
Vice President Joe Biden, well-known for his verbal gaffes, may have finally outdone himself, divulging potentially classified information meant to save the life of a sitting vice president.

According to a report, while recently attending the Gridiron Club dinner in Washington, an annual event where powerful politicians and media elite get a chance to cozy up to one another, Biden told his dinnermates about the existence of a secret bunker under the old U.S. Naval Observatory, which is now the home of the vice president.

Way to go, Shoeleather Joe...

That is all.

OH NO TEDDY NUGENT!

Seems like our old friend Major Caudill gets around.

As much as I like The Nuge, he fucked this one up six ways to Sunday. And before the apologists get all "oh, it was his editor's fault" and everything, let's remember the words of Hopper:

First rule of leadership: Everything is your fault

Marko, nail him to the fucking wall.

That is all.

YHGTBSM, Part ???

Kids balk at veggie burger, but Newton lunch lady suspended when she offers alternative
A food services manager at a Newton elementary school said she was suspended this week for feeding students other items after they refused to eat the day's veggie burgers for lunch.

Kathleen Cunningham said she was suspended for an incident that occurred May 4, when Angier Elementary School received veggie burgers instead of the grilled cheese sandwiches that were on the menu.

When about seven or eight students refused to eat the veggie burgers, she said, she let them choose other lunch items, including a bagel lunch or a breakfast lunch.

Okay, first off, yes. This person was already reprimanded for serving kids items not on the menu. More information is needed, though, before passing judgement in this case, as it seems this woman has her head on straighter than the rest of the administration. They're playing a strict "zero tolerance" game that, quite simply, does not allow for common sense.

I applaud Ms. Cunningham for being willing to stick her neck out to help the kids. Let's face it: veggie burgers are about as popular with elementary school kids as brussel sprouts, lima beans, or liver and onions. She saw a slew of kids turn down the lunch - which was delivered by mistake, remember - and offered them a healthy alternative that they wanted to eat.

And for this, she is punished. What she should have done according to the school rules - sit passively by while kids went hungry over a delivery error - would have been the "safer" option for her. Those kids - and their parents - should be thankful there are still people like Ms. Cunningham willing to stand up and say, this rule is wrong, I'm going to do what's right.

Kathleen Cunningham is hereby awarded the first official MArooned "Attaboy". Something tells me she's not the type to be offended by the gender-implications of the award...

That is all.

Confession...

I've been a bad gunnie. It's been a month since I last made it to the range.

There, I said it.

Between baseball, Cub Scouts, and planning for Disney, the time allocated for shootie goodness is awfully short. Add into that that I don't like to go shooting without proactive replenishment of shootin' stock - and ammo has been mighty scarce lately - it's been a long month.

However, I'll be going this coming weekend for certain. I've got another new shooter lined up for Saturday... This is one of my Scout dads, a gentleman who has always wanted to try shooting but has never had the opportunity. Well, this weekend he gets his opportunity.

Note to self: Pick up paper plates...

That is all.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Reflections and Recovery...

Hoo, doggie, am I one hurtin' puppy this morning. I've got bruises on top of bruises, scrapes on top of contusions, and muscles that are screaming out for Ben Gay. As usual, I didn't pay any attention to the limitations of age and/or decorum, and wrote all kinds of checks my poor decrepit body couldn't cash at the fundraiser yesterday.

Who knew it would take two guys to lift a 36" Sony Trinitron?

Well, at least there are three positive things to come of yesterday's fundraiser:
  1. I remembered to lift with my knees, not my back, so at least that's not sore today;
  2. I managed to find a new battery for my cell phone in the big box 'o' donated phones; and
  3. We raised a lot of money for our Pack.

I witnessed both ends of the human spectrum yesterday. On the one hand, we had the gentleman who showed up with a pick-up truck filled with computer monitors, TVs, and other electronics - he had seen the notice and asked around his work for donated items. He wound up writing us a check for over $200 - which was double the recycling cost of the items he brought - because he'd been a Scout and wanted to continue supporting the Scouts.

On the other hand, we had a woman argue with us for five minutes because she thought we were paying for electronics. Apparently this silly bint doesn't understand the concept of fundraiser - how, praytell, were we going to "RAISE FUNDS" by spending money? A cursory examination would reveal that for us to pay for electronics and still make money would be a pretty amazing feat unto itself. And I won't even get into the people that thought it was a "help yourself" electronics fair...

And once the fundraiser was over, I went to my buddy's place to help him with his daughter's fishing party - nothing like going from slinging heavy electronics all morning to baiting hooks for over eager 8 year olds... I'm feeling it today, but at the very least today's an easy day. Just a First Communion for my goddaughter and then fighting with the idiots at Verizon (yeah, I told them I needed a battery for my cell phone and they had me order a replacement phone - which comes without a battery...)

And, of course, it's pouring today and not yesterday - someone missed the memo about my luck...

That is all.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Gettin' Out the Steel-Toes...

We've got our Cub Scout Electronics Recycling Fundraiser today. My truck is already packed with stuff that people have offered up to the gods of the three R's (anyone want to buy a used computer monitor, cheap?) *g* This morning promises to be full of heavy lifting, traffic control, and math.

I know, I know; it's for a good cause. But my back hurts just thinking about it...

We're a little thin in the volunteer department - once again, a miscommunication has resulted in last-minute scrambling (in the Cub Scouts? Surely you're joking!) where we try to rope people in entice volunteers with free coffee to spend a good chunk of their morning sling used/broken/obsolete electronics around to make money for the Scouts.

Last year was a rousing success - we made enough money from the Electronics fundraiser that we didn't need to run any other fundraisers. I'm almost afraid that today's fundraiser will be equally successful - last year my back was sore for three days! But it's a good sore; a pain that comes from good, honest work helping the community. The kids get to see the adults all working together for their own good; the community gets to safely get rid of their old electronic devices; and we get some much-needed funds to continue our Scouting experience.

It's gonna hurt, but it's a good hurt.

That is all.

Friday, May 15, 2009

BFHD

So Ruger's revolutionary announcement is... ANOTHER entry in the AR-15 pantheon. Yawn. Oh, but this one has a gas piston! Ruger's gone from ripping off Kel-Tec to ripping off SigSauer now.

Color me unimpressed...

That is all.

The Improbable Five

From Shangrila Towers by way of Tam, we have this extremely fun gun meme:
Top Five Impractical-But-Cool Firearms

Some ground rules first: I'm only including firearms that the average Joe could go out and actually purchase here in the United States, without going through too many hoops. That means no NFA stuff, no exotic guns that never went into production (I'm looking at you, Jackhammer automatic shotgun), and no imports that never made their way to these shores.
Oh hell yes, you know I'm in... I'm going to try to limit my list to guns not on Tam's list or Mulliga's list, nor guns in comments. This may prove difficult.

Let's see...

1. CZ-52. I own one. It's cheap, and the fireball it produces at an indoor range is certain to draw a crowd. In states where one can get mail order ammo, it's even reasonably cheap to feed with mil-surp 7.62X25mm. However, the heft, single-action with no functional safety and low capacity make it a poor choice for CCW, and the milsurp sights don't allow much for target shooting.

2. Marlin Guide Gun in .45/70. Large. Heavy. Fires a dumptruck-stopping round that costs more than most other rifle rounds. Utterly impractical unless you're an Alaskan brush guide. So why do I want one of these stainless beauties so bad I can taste it?

3. FN 57. With all the punch of a .22 Magnum, this unusual autoloader is typically fêted for its 20 round capacity. Never mind that the new XDs are only one or two rounds less in the ballistically superior 9mm, the FN 57 shoots armor piercing ammo OH NOES!

4. Lever action shotguns. Let's be honest here. Yes, the Winchester 1887 was designed by JMB himself (PBUH). Yes, it was made super-über cool in Terminator 2. But put it up next to a good pump-action gun and it just falls short for anything other than CAS or informal plinking.

5. Dan Wesson Pistol Pac. Oh, I want one of these in the worst possible way, don't get me wrong. It's one of those ideas that sounded great on paper, but in practice just proved to be too much damn work - there's a reason there's so many "unfired" sets on the market. And now they command so much money that you're better served getting two or three whole guns anyways...




So there's my list of very cool but totally impractical firearms. What are yours?

That is all.

Friday Fun Thread: TheBoy's First Vehicle

Going way back to my plea for assistance in choosing a topic, Carteach0 offered an idea:

Top ten first cars a boy would hate to have
That seemed a little too easy for me - minivans, subcompacts, and nondescript sedans are anathema to young males, and there are many examples of each from which to choose.

So I swapped it around a bit - Here are the Top Ten Cars to buy for your son's first vehicle. The criteria are simple: It needs to be something that you could reasonable afford - no Lamborghinis, fully restored 1957 Chevy Bel Airs, or BMW 7-series. It should be something moderately safe - ridiculously overpowered sports cars and tippy SUVs need not apply. And it should be somewhat appealing to the boy - while the 2005 Honda Accord with only 40K on the clock might be luxuriously appointed for one's first car and reliable until the cows come home, it means nothing if it's always sitting in the driveway.

So here goes!

1. Toyota Tacoma 4X4 regular cab. Automatic. Four cylinder. With a moderate lift (3-4") and 31-33" tires to give it curb appeal. This has it all, really - it's going to be slow as a riding lawnmower, so your son won't be tempted to race it; it only seats two, so he will only have one other teenaged boy egging him on; and with the right accessories, is a right neat lookin' truck.

2. Ford Mustang V6. Sporty, yet not fast enough to race. What young man wouldn't want the pony car di tutti pony cars as his first vehicle? While he won't appreciate the neutered engine at first, down the road when he still has his license and he's picking up his buds who lost theirs it won't seem so bad.

3. Jeep Wrangler 4 cyl. Another "do it all" vehicle, the Jeep has four wheel drive for inclement weather, a soft-top for summer cruising, and an anemic 4-banger than won't win many stoplight contests. Add that it only seats 4, two rather uncomfortably, and you've got a ride that's good to go in sun or snow.

4. Mitsubishi Eclipse 4 cyl. It's not the "Fast 'n' Furious" ready rip-snortin' 210HP V6, so it should keep the speeding tickets to a minimum, but at least it's got sporty looks and Japanese engineering behind it. Small back seat means his buddies won't be jumping in to go cruising all that often (and it will hinder - notice I don't say stop - any amorous adventures).

5. Ford Bronco. Gotta have one nostalgic throwback to the old school. Large, heavy, four-wheel-drive and a removable roof. Plus if you get it in white you get the bad-boy image conjured by a low-speed police chase...

6. Nissan Sentra SE-R. Quick but not too quick and made by Nissan so it'll run forever. Plus it gets good gas mileage, has enough sporty touches to appeal to his inner douchebag, and will be easy to stuff in crowded high school parking lots.

7. Chevrolet Camaro V6. Pretty much see the V6 'Stang. Same deal, but different manufacturer. Not as fast as the LT1-powered SS model; not as Guido as the IROC-Z. Sporty looks plus muscle car heritage; not to mention the white trash cred when he loses his license racing it and you put it on blocks...

8. Toyota Celica. Toyota quality. Sporty enough to get him noticed, anemic enough (without mods) to not get him in trouble. Plus it's FWD for decent inclement weather handling.

9. Volkswagen Jetta GLI. Falling into the same niche as the Sentra, the Jetta is a sporty option with good handling that won't push the envelope too much. He'll have a reliable, albeit pricey to fix sedan with German engineering. And Fahrvergnügen.

10. Ford F-250 Diesel. Regular cab. Throw an 8' Fisher plow on the front and you can use Junior's wheels to make a little extra money in the winter time. The diesel means he ain't gonna be racing anyone in it; the regular cab means he can only take along a friend or two to keep mischief levels down...


So that's my list of cars to buy for your teenaged son's first wheels. Leaving aside the "let him buy his own car" argument (which, I remind you, is a perfectly valid point but it doesn't allow for this exercise if we do that, does it?), what's on your list?

Does a Sherman tank or Brinks truck make anyone's list?

That is all.

Friday Gun Pr0n #111

Today's pic is another in my "Guns 'N' Gear" series. It's interesting that this is number eleventy-one (*g*), as it's my go-to gun for when I can't carry a gun:

Kel-Tec P3AT

Just like Unc, Robb, and many others in the gun blogosphere, my P3AT is the gun to have when I can't really carry a firearm. Summertime carry, formal events, etc.; pretty much any time when concealment is a real concern, the P3AT is the one gun I can count on to be small and light enough to carry. Well, the NAA mini-22LR fits the bill as well, but I'll take 6+1 rounds of .380ACP in a DAO semi-auto over 5 rounds of .22LR in a SA revolver any day...

P3AT: a.k.a. Mighty Mouse...

That is all.

PS: Anyone know a good (read: cheap) place to get a Crimson Trace laser for it?

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Even More Hate...

Apparently today is the day for "stuff Jay hates"... Between the Vicious Circle hate, the hate of parents who fatten up their offspring, and rampant political correctness, what's left, you ask?

Well, the sheer unmitigated idiocy of the "K-Cup". I mean, could we possibly get more wasteful here? Every single cup of coffee you drink is accompanied by a little plastic cup that will never, ever biodegrade. Which, to quite a few people, is apparently preferrable to those nasty ol' #2 filters that will often start breaking down while still in the coffeemaker.

I really don't grok the Keurig coffeemaker, I don't. They're loud. They're wasteful. They're expensive. In fact, the only possible positive to the Keurig is that it allows you to make many different types of coffee in a short period of time. For someone like me, who just wants a cup of joe to start the day, the Keurig is about as useful as a kickstand on a tank (hat tip to Tam for that one).

I've got a Mr. Coffee coffeemaker that's gotta be 15 years old. It has a timer, which is the only criteria for a coffeemaker upon which I will insist. I pour in the water, I put in my #2 basket filter, I put in two scoops of my $2/lb. coffee (Cafe Caribe, the official coffee of the G. household!), and in the morning I wake up to a half a pot of pipin' hot java. End of story.

There's simply no need for a $150 coffeemaker running $1/shot java in a Mother Gaia-killing plastic cup. None.

That is all.

GMAFB, Part 15,982

College converts its Crusader teams

A Christian college in Quincy has thrown its mascot to the lions, dropping the name Crusaders because of its historical connotations of religious wars.

Eastern Nazarene College, a 1,200-student liberal arts school, announced yesterday that its teams will now be known as the Lions, following the lead of many high schools and colleges that in recent years have abandoned the Crusaders moniker.

I'm stunned. Simply stunned. This is political correctness taken to the absurd extreme here, folks. How many people on the street do you think could place the Crusades in proper historical context? Failing that, how many do you think could even place the Crusades in a timeline? Is this really such a pressing issue that schools have to actually change the name of their sports collectives?

I find it incredulous that this is the sort of thing that school administrators have to worry about. With crumbling infrastructures, teen pregnancy, rampant drug use, youth violence, and falling test scores, the best policy they can come up with is to change the school mascot? Really?

Is this what school administrators get paid six-figure salaries to do?

That is all.

Child Abuse...

No, TheBoy didn't push me to get the belt. I saw a different form of child abuse the other night, and have decided to chuck caution to the wind and expound on it a bit. You see, TheBoy just got promoted in swimming to the next rank up, having been on the edge of "Minnow" and "Fish" (beginner/intermediate and full-blown intermediate, for those not versed in the YMCA's grading system for swimmers) for a while now. Baseball season is currently in full swing, and his team practice and Monday night games were preventing him from attending either of the two "minnow" classes offered.

We were going to simply pull him out of swimming lessons entirely, as he would have missed last Monday's lesson as well as next week because of a baseball game, then a week in June when we go to Disney. The instructor mentioned that she'd been thinking of promoting him, and that there was an advanced class ("Fish") on Tuesday nights (when we currently have nothing scheduled). Bingo! We have a plan. Yay! Well, I brought him to his first lesson Tuesday night. The Fish class is larger than Minnow, as there is only one class as opposed to three. Two things immediately jumped out at me: 1. TheBoy is the smallest boy in the class, as he's a good year or two younger than the rest; and 2. He's the only boy and one of 3 children not borderline obese.

Now, I'll take a break here to interject that I know I'm biased. I'm a recovering food addict lardass, having spent most of my adult life and all of my childhood as "portly", "chubby", "chunky", and any other euphemism for "fat tub of goo" you can dream up. I've been there, the kid too ashamed of his rolls of fat to take his shirt off at the water park; the kid always picked last for dodgeball because he presents the largest target (and is therefore the first one hit and out). But every other boy in the class was overweight; all but one appeared to be obese. Three out of the six had bellies that rivaled the most stereotypical beer-swilling redneck. The girls in the class were marginally better, with two in the "normal" weight category, another two as mildly overweight, and two outright obese. Maybe it's the cranky old man in me coming out, but I do not remember kids being that heavy when I was a kid - and believe me, as "that kid", I would have remembered if most of my classmates were fat like me. And even at that, I was never obese like these kids - I could see my toes.

Why are so many of these kids overweight? Studies put the number of obese kids today at up to 1/3 of all children - this is not just one or two kids in a classroom; this is like 8-10 kids in any given classroom. It's particularly vexing given the palate-boggling array of low-calorie options available in this day and age; it's not terribly difficult to prepare tasty, low-calorie meals. There are many possible reasons: too much time spent in front of TV watching Spongebob or playing PS3; too many trips to McDonald's because the drive-thru is easier than cooking; fear of damaging Junior's fragile self-esteem leads to an utter inability to say no...

In any case, it's just plain wrong.

There's a point at which you need to step back, take stock, and say, no, I'm sorry, we can't go to McDonald's tonight. No, you can't watch any more TV today; go outside and play. We need to remember that being the adult means you need to say no; you need to make the unpopular decisions; you need to be the authority figure rather than the BFF. Rather than let your child devolve into Jabba the Kid, put 'em on a treadmill. Hand 'em a Huffy, point to the street, and tell 'em not to come back until there is noticeable wear on the tires...

Movin', movin', movin'... Keep them kiddies movin'...

That is all.

Vicious Circle Podcast #8: Bring the Hate

Alan's got the Vicious Circle Podcast from Sunday night's bitch session, described as:

Episode 8: The hate episode. Airing of grievances. Calling out bloggers and bashing friends in preparation for the 2nd Amendment Blog Bash in Phoenix. Doing what we can to provide entertaining drama. I think we got everyone.

Alan, Paul, TD, Stingray, PDB, Squeaky JayG and Breda talked for over two hours. Unix-Jedi joined late and “helped”.

Go listen. For those that haven't heard me, you get to hear my decidedly unMassachusettsian accent...

That is all.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

gHarmony?

Chatting with Sis G. at my folks on Mother's Day, she was lamenting being "a single person in a couples' world" (whatev. She's hearing her biological clock ticking). I joked with her that she ought to come to the range with me if she wanted to find a date, on the basis that:
  • The ratio is about 1,000:1 male:female at the range;
  • Any potential suitor she'd find at the gun range would most likely have expendable income; and
  • Any guy she'd meet there wouldn't have a criminal record...

She looked like she was thinking about it, too...

That is all.

PS: She *is* available. The only drawback is you've gotta get by me, first. I can be bribed with ammo, though...

YHGTBSM, Part ???

List calories, and diners will at least look

NEW YORK - It has been a year since the nation's biggest city became the first to order McDonald's, Starbucks, and other restaurant chains to post calories on menu boards as prominently as prices.

Now, as health regulators in Massachusetts appear poised to adopt similar rules this morning, residents might want to listen to hungry, harried New Yorkers to know what is coming. From the West Side to the East Side, fast-food aficionados insist they still peek at the calorie counts and, sometimes, make healthier choices when they see, for example, that an angus burger with bacon and cheese at McDonald's is laden with 820 calories.

Are these people for real? Do they honestly think that people walk into McDonald's thinking "You know, I'd much rather have a nice side salad with fat-free vinagrette dressing, but since there's no caloric information readily available, I'm going to go ahead and assume that a triple cheeseburger with mayonaisse and bacon has the same calories"? Do they really think that someone who has made the gastronomic choice of a fast food burger joint really gives a hairy rat's patoot (speaking of burgers) about the nutritional value of their meal?

Or do they see this as the camel's nose in the (deep fat-fried) tent?

Is this the start of yet another round of "Nanny State Knows Best", where a seemingly innocuous regulation is merely the starting point for ever-encroaching laws telling us how to live? They've already banned smoking in pretty much every place except your own home - you're perfectly free to go to a bar and drink until your liver falls out on the ground, but don't you dare light up! They've banned trans fats, because Lord knows that simply telling people that their food was prepared with trans fat and letting them choose to eat it or not would be giving us too much liberty...

(Side note: how many legislators who voted to ban trans fats have even the slightest clue what a "trans fat" even is? My money's on a number less than one)

Now they're going to make restaurants put the nutritional information on the menu, which is yet another jump to the overreaching nanny state "guiding" every facet of our lives. Look, I haven't set foot in McDonald's in years. You couldn't pay me to eat one of their "burgers". I don't need a chart to tell me their food isn't good for me - I can pretty much surmise than any foodstuff concocted for bulk sale and prepared by acne-infested teens with poor job search skillz isn't going to be the acme of healthy eating.

Yet another instance of Big Brother watching over us and dictating how we must live. Ho hum. Who's up next on Dancing with the Stars?

That is all.

Happy Blogiversary!

...to one of my favorite blogs!

Mausers and Muffins just clicked over the one year mark on the blogometer. One year's worth of mouth-watering recipes, thought-provoking prose, fine shootin' irons, and thoughts from the field have flowed from Brigid's keyboard, and I know that my world has been enriched from reading her blog. There's something for everyone, whether you prefer meditations from a blind, rimfire range reports, delectable recipes, or thoughtful musings about life and what makes us tick. If you're not reading Brigid it's definitely your loss.

Congrats, Brigid. We'll be eagerly awaiting your second anniversary even more than the first.

That is all.

It Takes A Lot of Work...

...to make things look effortless.

We have our annual fundraiser for the Cub Scouts this coming Saturday. For the third year in a row, we're having an electronic device recycling drive - we've partnered with a local company that takes TVs, computers, etc. and recycles them for the components. We have a whole price list worked out, volunteers lined up, banners out, etc.

This is my first year in charge, though. Last year I just showed up and helped toss 32" TVs around all day. This year I have to coordinate getting the recycling company to show up on time. I have to arrange pick-ups for people who can't get over to the fundraiser on Saturday. I need to call volunteers to make sure they remember to show up on time.

There's a million little things to do, and it's my job to remember them all. That's pretty scary right there...

This is the only fundraiser that we run during the Scouting year. Many Packs sell birdseed, or popcorn, or Christmas ornaments, or any number of other creative and innovative ways to raise money to enrich the Scouting experience. We're fortunate to have the generous support of our community, who came out in force last year (and the year before, of course, but I wasn't on board yet) to make our fundraising efforts such a smashing success that we didn't need any other fundraisers for the year.

It's a lot easier to get folks to donate one morning out of the year to help out with a fundraiser if it's the only one they'll have to do that year...

It's all coming together; all the people have been contacted; pick-ups arranged; media outlets alerted. All that's left now is marshalling the troops on Saturday morning and picking up a large bottle of Advil for Saturday afternoon... It'll be an exhausting day, to be certain, but we'll raise money, help the earth, and, most importantly of all, be done for another year...

That is all.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Impressive Dedication...

UGA prof dug grave, shot himself in head, police say
(CNN) -- A wanted University of Georgia professor killed himself with a single gunshot to the head after he dug his own grave and covered it with brush, police said Tuesday.

The manhunt for George Zinkhan ended Saturday when cadaver dogs discovered his body in Georgia's Clarke County, about a mile from where his red Jeep Liberty was found more than a week earlier, police said.

Damn.

We now have a level of crazy above "wear adult diapers to drive cross country to confront your astronaut-boyfriend's other girlfriend" crazy: "Dig your own grave before offing yourself" crazy...

That is all.

Holy Smokes!

Stopped into the local gas station last night to feed the Hemi. I happened to glance at the convenience store attached to the gas station and saw the going rate for a pack of brand name cigarettes:

$7.50.

Seven freakin' dollars and fifty cents. When I started smoking (1987), the price of a pack of smokes at this same gas station (albeit four or five ownership changes ago) was $1.10... That's a change of over 700% - gas was $0.90 or so at the time; had its price increased similarly we'd be paying around $7/gallon!

I am soooo glad I quit...

That is all.

No Gov No Love

Patrick's calendar shows many empty days
After a busy day at the State House, he traveled 2 1/2 hours on the Massachusetts Turnpike to an early evening, town-hall-style meeting at the bandstand on Main Street in Great Barrington, two towns away from Richmond, site of the Patrick vacation manse.

For the next 28 days, however, Patrick maintained an extremely light schedule and did not set foot in the State House, according to his daily calendars.

That stretch includes many of the 60 weekdays when his daily calendar was empty during his first two years as governor, indicating that he had no official activities scheduled on those days, according to a Globe review of his schedule.

Wow. What's amazing is that this story actually saw print. I guess the Globe is pissed that Patrick didn't step in to help them out in their love spat with the NYT to save all those union gigs... I mean, it's not exactly like they've been provided anything even remotely resembling adversarial or even neutral coverage of "Cadillac Deval" up to date...

So we have an absentee gov. BFD. In this yutz's case, the more time he's away from Beacon Hill, the better off we all are. He's proposed tax increase after tax increase, raising fees and tolls, gone after law-abiding gun owners with ineffective restrictions, and is best known for nailing down a million dollar book deal while his pet legislation went down in flames in the legislature.

This guy is pitifully out of his league. He's been marginalized completely by the real power brokers, the Speakers of the House and the Majority leaders - all from his own party. Mitt Romney and the weak-kneed RINOs before him were hardly less effective than Patrick - and they were from (allegedly) the Republican party, not the 90%+ Democrats that own Massachusetts.

What does it tell you that Patrick has been MIA for a good chunk of his governorship and no one has missed him?

That is all.

Gunundrum...

Ah, Summer. Time for tank tops, shorts, flip-flops, and... .38s & .380s. Time for smaller guns that are easier to conceal; guns that slip into the pocket of your bermuda shorts without feeling like you've hoisted anchor. As we shed the heavy outer garments of winter, one of the negative aspects of the warmer weather becomes apparent: There's a lot less concealment for your concealed carry. That compact, high-capacity .40S&W semi-auto that disappeared under a sweater creates odd bulges in the oversized T-shirt as you play frisbee.

We need to be aware of two congruent effects of more tropical climes. First of all, as previously mentioned, is lack of cover. That fleece vest that hid all trace of your 1911 through the fall and winter will look as out of place in July as a straight man at a Barbara Streisand concert. Second is the activity level - when the sky is blue, the air is clear, and temps are moderate to warm, we're more likely to be out and about and moving more than in winter. We're likely to place a game of catch in the park, ride a bicycle on a trail, or simply go for a walk at this time, so security of one's sidearm is of supreme importance (as it is always, of course).

This is the time of year where the G30 sees less carry time and the J-frames or P3AT really shine. The super-light Snubbie from Hell™ fits easily in a larger pocket (like cargo shorts from LL Bean) or in a tuckable holster under a large T-shirt, polo, or other untucked shirt (Mexican wedding shirt, Hawaiian shirt, etc). The P3AT fits into just about any pocket out there, being extremely thin and very light so as not to challenge even drawstring shorts. For more active times, I've found shorts with an inner, zipper-closed pocket that is a little harder to access, but prevents the gun from unauthorized egress from the pocket...

As always, practice drawing from concealment more when changing methods. The motions involved in drawing from an IWB holster at 4 o'clock that's covered by a shirttail or vest are quite different than the motions needed to access a pocket holster and draw safely and quickly from a tight pocket. Different muscle memory, different positionings; all have to be re-learned if you're changing methods to suit your manner of carry. Some quality time with a gun loaded with snap caps is certainly in order; it's also a great time to practice drawing and dry-firing in one fluid motion (making triply sure to use ONLY inert ammunition, of course).

Don't let the change in the weather catch you off guard - practice, practice, and practice some more...

That is all.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Only in Massachusetts

Free cars for poor fuel road rage
Gov. Deval Patrick’s free wheels for welfare recipients program is revving up despite the stalled economy, as the keys to donated cars loaded with state-funded insurance, repairs and even AAA membership are handed out to get them to work.

But the program - fueled by a funding boost despite the state’s fiscal crash - allows those who end up back on welfare to keep the cars anyway.

Enough folks have needled me about this story that I suppose I should comment.

WHAT. THE. HOLY. FUCKING. FUCK?!?!?!?!?!?!

There. That felt better.

Oh, wait:
The state pays for the car’s insurance, inspection, excise tax, title, registration, repairs and a AAA membership for one year at a total cost of roughly $6,000 per car.

MUST. KEEP. BRAIN. FROM. EXPLODING...

Well, at least the cars are used and donated. That does count for something, right? I mean, it's not like the state of MA is buying new cars for welfare recipients, right? And it's for a good cause, so that they can work at their jobs and get off welfare.

Oh, wait:
Applicants for cars must have a job or prove they could get one if they had the car in order to qualify. Once they have the wheels, they must send DTA their pay stubs to prove they are employed.

And:
But Kehoe admitted about 20 percent of those who received a car ended up back on welfare, and while they lose the insurance and other benefits, they don’t have to return the car.

What a state, eh?

You don't have to have a job to get a free car. You don't have to keep the job to keep the car. While you're working, the state pays for your taxes, title, insurance, and a AAA membership. Unfuckingreal... Only in the People's Republik of Masschusetts.

Y'know, I wish the state would go back to only giving out free cell phones...

That is all.

Hypocrisy, Thy Name is Kaine...

DNC keeps up attacks on Cheney, Gingrich, McCain
WASHINGTON (CNN) – The Democratic National Committee criticized the Republican Party in a new Web video released Sunday evening for having former Vice President Dick Cheney, former House Speaker Newt Gingrich and Sen. John McCain serve as the GOP’s national spokesmen.

The 38-second clip, posted on YouTube, opens with the statement: “Meet the New GOP Sunday Show Guests” stripped across the screen before it shows the three Republicans being introduced on the Sunday morning talk shows. The videos closing line: “The New GOP. Same As The Old GOP.”

Is this the same DNC that promised us change, then filled 0bama's cabinet with Clinton-era retreads? Hillary Clinton? Rahm Emanuel? This is any different than 1996? And the issues - universal health care, gun control, gutting the US military... We're not seeing anything different coming out of the 0bama administration than anything that came out of Bill Clinton. Hell, even the media fawning is about the same...

It would be a different ad entirely if the DNC could post how THEIR positions and leaders have changed since 1996. Since Bill Clinton and his cabal of anti-American leftists are still calling the shots - with a hint of old school Chicago/Daley arm-twisting - the parody rings hollow, a sad caricature of what could have been a powerful video.

A- for effort, D for substance. Pls try again when you're not a retread, too...

That is all.

PSA: Postal Increase

Just a quick word to those other fossils out there that still pay bills and such by mail:

Starting Monday, it costs more to mail
First-class mail will now cost 44 cents for the first ounce. Large envelopes cost twice that, 88 cents. Mailing a postcard will cost 28 cents.

You've been warned...

That is all.

Two Years...

It's been two years since I hit my goal weight. As I noted last year at this time, the second weekend in May 2007 I dropped below 180 pounds, which had been my (twice-revised) goal for my weight loss. I had originally been shooting for 220 lbs. (from a start of >280!), but as I approached 220, it became obvious that I could still lose more weight. I revised to 200, and the same thing happened.

Well, below 180 I fall below the magic threshhold of "overweight" for my height (using standard BMI index; yes, I realize they're far from perfect). This is the first time in my adult life I've done so, and even as a child only briefly did I reside anywhere but "husky", "chunky", or "plus" sized. I went from a 44 inch waist to 30/32" and from a XXL shirt to M. I've lost so much weight, I've completely run the spectrum - where before I couldn't find clothes that fit me because I was too large, now I can't find any because I'm too small.

Believe me, I prefer it this way...

I'd be lying if I said it was easy. It's tough getting up every morning at 5 so I can work out before Mrs. G. goes to work - I'd much rather sleep for another two hours, sure. I've tried working out in the evening, but it just didn't work for me - the workout would often start at 9PM and run until after 10, meaning that I was trying to get to sleep shortly after a vigorous workout. Not happenin'. I've also passed on more birthday cake, comfort food, fast food, and party fare than I care to mention - the price of thin-dom is eternal vigilance.

Two years. That amazes me. I never would have thought the willpower would have held out this long...

That is all.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Sunday Afternoon Linkfest...

Lissa points out some egregious toy fail.

The Phabulous Phlegmfatate is finally back online.

Robert shares my adoration of MidwayUSA.

Carteach0 shares my love of the Turkish Mauser.

Justin Buist has sage words every married man should heed.

Breda has what may be the single coolest swimming accessory I've ever seen.

Bob proposes a movie I'd watch, but Hollywood would never make.

Linoge remembers a past love fondly. Man after my own heart.


Good stuff from good folks. Go. Read. Enjoy.

That is all.


Happy Mother's Day!

BabyGirl G. Says Happy Mother's Day


Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there on the MArooned blogroll:

(a)musings

Raven

Holly

Brigid

Lindsey

Christina

Michelle

Epi

Snarky

Teresa

Sabra

And anyone else I may have missed through inattention, uncertainty, or laziness, Happy Mother's Day!!!

That is all.

Overheard Last Night...

So we take the kids out for ice cream last night...

The ice cream stand has fence posts about 3' high sunk into the ground that separate the parking lot from the stand itself. They're ostensibly to prevent the whiteheads from mistaking the gas for the brake and creating a drive-thru ice cream stand.

BabyGirl G. is holding onto the post and is spinning around it. I remark to Mrs. G. in a stage whisper that no man ever wants to see his own daughter dancing around a pole. And then I notice that TheBoy is doing the same thing. I couldn't help myself. I quipped:

"The only thing a man fears more than seeing his daughter dancing around a pole is seeing his son dancing around a pole"

I think every person waiting in line laughed at that one...

That is all.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Sphincter? Puckered...

AP sources: Obama wants Fed to be finance supercop
WASHINGTON — The Federal Reserve could become the supercop for "too big to fail" companies capable of causing another financial meltdown under a proposal being seriously considered by the White House.

The Obama administration told industry officials on Friday that it was leaning toward making such a recommendation, according to officials who attended a private one-hour meeting between President Barack Obama's economic advisers and representatives from about a dozen banks, hedge funds and other financial groups.

Treasury Secretary Timothy Geithner and other officials made it clear they were not inclined to divide the job among various regulators as has been suggested by industry and some federal regulators. Geithner told the group that one organization needs to be held responsible for monitoring systemwide risk.

Treasury Secretary Timothy Geithner? Isn't he the one that was stymied by the US tax code? And now he wants to be in charge of this nebulous "too big to fail" business classification? This guy couldn't properly declare all his income even when given a specific instruction on how to do so, but we should trust him to oversee every "too big to fail" business in the country?

That sound you just heard was my spinchter turning coal into diamonds here, folks.

They're not even pretending anymore. They've gotten a taste of the socialist soup, realized that the vast bulk of Americans don't give a flying rat's ass whether the government takes unprecedented control over business and they like it. There's been negligible outcry, as businesses that prosper are marginalized; businesses that they themselves have been called "too big to fail" - like Chrysler and GM - have been given billions upon billions and still failed.

And no one seems to notice or care.

As long as the Christians feed the lions "American Idol" comes on once a week at 8:00PM, they're perfectly happy to sit back and let the government consolidate its control. "One organization needs to be held responsible for monitoring the risk"? You know what? That's not a terrible idea - except, of course, that when they say "monitor" they really mean "control". Also, if there has been any time in this new administration's history where they've been held responsible for anything I haven't seen it...

Socialism. Just because it hasn't worked anywhere else it's been tried doesn't mean it work here if we only DO IT HARDER.

Gah, I'm off to the range.

That is all.

Friday, May 8, 2009

Don't Get Mad...

...Get even.

My good buddy Tweaker has had a miserable experience with a Texas car dealership. What they put him through over buying his first new car is simply unconscionable. Go read his tale of woe:

Part I

Part II

If any of my readers in TX are looking to buy a new or used Chrysler product, heed Tweaker's advice and stay as far away from Bluebonnet Chrysler-Dodge in New Braunfels, Texas as humanly possible.

That is all.

Blogroll Updates...

At some point, I'm going to have to do something with the MArooned blogroll. There's a lot of excellent blogs to the right, and I need to start differentiating the many genres represented. There's also some blogs that have ceased to be that need to be culled (*sniff*) and some names that need to be changed.

But not today. Today's just takin' shit down. No, today's actually just adding new folks (and one update).

First off, the additions.

1. The Draking Point. Self-portrait claiming: "This clod has made it his mission to champion conservatism, love of country, and sophomoric jest at the expense of donkey cool-aid drinkers worldwide". I like it.

2. Listen to Uncle Jay. Rumors that he was added solely on the basis of having the coolest name on the internet are overblown (and he is now the third Jay on the blogroll!). Plus he's The Big Guy. Every blog needs a Big Guy on it.

3. Salamander Tales. Sal's another Gunblogger Conspiracy goombah who recently took the plunge and started his own blog. His son (hysterically tagged "The Newt") is only a little younger than BabyGirl G. and should remain as far away from her as humanly possible.

The update:

The Livejournaler formerly known as Zercool is now the blogger currently known as Zercool. Please adjust all blogrolls accordingly and return your stewardess to the upright position.



Welcome aboard everyone!

Standard disclaimer, part n: If you blogroll MArooned and don't tell me about it, don't get your knickers in a twist if you're not instantaneously added to the list. While I am omnipotent and all-powerful, I'm also quite lazy and somewhat vindictive. Best to shoot me a note via e-mail or leave a comment on a post to let me know...

That is all.

Friday Fun Thread: Girlie Cars...

Back a few weeks ago when I asked for help coming up with ideas for Friday Fun thread car lists, one of the suggestions made was "Top 10 'Chick' cars Cars no guy would really want to admit owning or driving." by commenter libertyman. I couldn't have phrased it better myself - these are not cars that women should drive, mind you; simply cars that men should not...

Simply put, these are cars that, if you're a man and your girlfriend/wife/daughter were driving one and needed you to take the wheel, you would actually go and rent a tow truck rather than slide into the driver's seat...

1. Mazda Miata. Yeah. Driving a Miata is a one-way ticket to chicksville. Sure, it carries on the tradition set down by the MG, but it's still a car no XY should be caught driving. Too small, underpowered, and way too high of a "cute" factor...

2. Volkswagen New Beetle. I know Volkswagen was very concerned about the New Beetle being pigeonholed as a "chick car" - they went out of their way to equip a turbocharged Beetle and enter it in rallies. Err, no. The flower vase on the dashboard alone means you couldn't "guy up" a New Beetle with a gun rack...

3. Suzuki Sidekick. Okay, this one's going back a few, but the Sidekick (I believe it was called this because if it fell over, one good sidekick was all it needed to upright) was allegedly a "truck". The only men I knew who drove this made Nathan Lane look manly (not that there's anything wrong with that, of course).

4. Honda CRV. I think I know one man who owns a CRV, and about 20 women. This seems to be the go-to "mom" car for families with 1-2 kids, especially as gas prices skyrocketed a couple years back. It's a Honda, nice and reliable, but unless they start stuffing the V6 under the hood, it ain't a man's truck.

5. Toyota MR2. From it's inception in 1985 (when it was given to Playmate of the Year Karen Velez), the little teeny two seater Toyo has been pretty much a dedicated girl car. Nothing wrong with it, except that most guys tend to wear it like a shirt...

6. Geo Metro Convertible. Although I've seen a man driving a Metro convertible, he did so only under duress (just kidding sci-fi). It does have the advantage of a soft top that can be put up or down in fractions of a second, but the car is far too cutesy-small to be driven by a man... Also, see the MR2 above re: wearing, shirt like a.

7. Subaru Forester. Err, no. Even smaller than a CRV, and appropriated by the "sensible shoe" crowd means that this is definitely not a vehicle that a red-blooded American male should be driving. Or a red-blooded Canadian male, for that matter. French males, of course, are welcome to take the wheel.

8. Ford Focus. I don't know why the Focus is a girl's car, it just is. I cannot recall seeing a single Focus being driven by a male. Of course, they could possibly have been slumped down below the door line so their buddies couldn't see them driving their girlfriend's car...

9. Pontiac Sunfire/Chevrolet Cavalier convertibles. See Miata, above. Only these twins have the misfortune to belong to GM, meaning that not only did you get a girl car, you got a crappy girl car.

10. Dodge Caravan. Any minivan, really, because driving a minivan is cause for instand man-card revocation. Really. If you want a van, go for a full-size with a Starcraft conversion package. Man car. Toyota Sienna? Girl car. Ford Econoline 350? Man car. Honda Odyssey? Girl car (sorry Brad)... ;)



So there's my list of "Cars no man should drive". I'm certain that I've offended, well, pretty much everyone with my overly insensitive list, so let me have it. I'm probably going to be flayed alive by Tam, Breda, Brigid, and the rest of the female blogosphere, I realize, but one has to suffer for one's art I suppose... ;)

Tell my why your favorite set 'o' wheels shouldn't be on the list. As Dr. Crane says, "I'm listening".

That is all.

Friday Gun Pr0n #110

Alternate title: Clash of the JMB Titans!

Ever since I picked up my Hi-Power, I've wanted to do this:


Browning Hi-Power vs. Colt 1911

Two designs of John Moses Browning (Peace Be Upon Him) stand before you. On the left is a single action semi-automatic pistol with 13+1 rounds of 9mm. On the right is a single action semi-automatic pistol with 7+1 rounds of .45 ACP. Both were designed by the Creator Himself, JMB (PBUH). One pistol is the progenitor of all double-stack autoloaders (the proto-Glock, if you will); the other is two years away from reaching the century mark and is still in use by our armed forces today.

Choose wisely - Capacity, or caliber?

That is all.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

I Have My "K"

Had a first today when I checked my stats:

MArooned Site Summary
VISITS
Total: 291,049
Average Per Day: 1,001

Wow. I'm stunned. Honored, humbled, and, quite frankly, perplexed that so many of you take time out of your busy days to stop in here and read my insane ramblings esoteric ramblings. I was hesitant to post this, as some people think I'm gloating too much recently (*g*), but I wanted to say thanks to everyone that reads MArooned. I've gotten to know quite a few of you pretty well over the years, and am just floored that y'all read me.

Thank you all so much.

That is all.

T-minus 30...

Just realized that we are exactly 30 days away from our fantabulous Disney vacation. I would have thought it was sooner, given that the kids are (almost literally) bouncing off the walls in anticipation of the trip. They're excited about flying (not me!); they're excited about missing school; they're excited about pretty much every aspect of going to Disney world. The hard part, as a parent, is striking the balance between harnessing that excitement ("Okay guys, before we leave for Disney we need to get this house picked up!") and not feeding into it any more than necessary.

We've got all the meals booked, which by necessity means we've got our daily trips planned. Two days in Magic Kingdom, two days at Epcot, and one day each at Disney Studios and Animal Kingdom. Each night we have a dinner booked at one of the major resorts (including a Princess character dinner for BabyGirl G., natch), so we've got our daily itinerary all planned out for the six days we'll be in the parks.

Now, for those in the Orlando area (Robb, Greg, etc.) who might be interested in getting together... We have nothing booked the night of Saturday, June 6th. We won't have a car, so we'll be limited pretty much to Main Street Disney; don't know if that will make much of a difference. I'm guessing that, being from the area, it doesn't hold a lot of fascination, but still. If we can swing it, I'm always up for adding more names to the list of "Bloggers I've Met"...

Thirty days until we're in the land of the Mouse - I can't wait!

That is all.

BOHICA, Part ?

Hoo boy. Things are going to get... ugly...

Patrick seeks to toughen gun laws

Backed by Mayor Thomas M. Menino and Suffolk District Attorney Daniel F. Conley, the Patrick administration asked lawmakers yesterday to allow prosecutors to hold suspects in gun cases without bail and to bar gun owners from buying more than one firearm within 30 days or face 2 1/2 years in prison.

Those proposals were offered as part of a broader attack on gun-related violence in the state and were made after the Supreme Judicial Court on Monday banned prosecutors from seeking dangerousness hearings in illegal gun possession cases.

Because when you want to make a dent in gang-related slayings using firearms, the logical place to start is by going after the law-abiding gun owners... I mean, it's just so much easier than keeping the damn criminals in jail, right? Better to make a law-abiding gun owner wait 30 days to buy the second gun in a pair than to actually keep a violent drug dealer locked up.

Here's what's on the agenda:

The administration wants to limit legal gun purchases to one every 30 days, a change intended to cut down on mass gun purchases by people who then sell the guns to people who cannot qualify to own firearms.

The plan would also require that private gun sales be overseen by a licensed gun dealer, so the transaction could be immediately entered into government records.

Got it? One gun a month, to ostensibly thwart strawman purchases - which are already a FEDERAL crime - and no more private sales. I fail to see what stopping private sales is going to accomplish in MA. In order for a "private" sale of a firearm to take place in MA, both the seller and the buyer must have valid MA licenses, and the seller must, within 7 days, submit a form to the Criminal History Systems Board (CHSB) with the buyer's name, address, MA LTC number and all the information about the firearm as well as the seller's name and MA LTC number.

Tell me why this process needs to be changed, why routing the transaction through an FFL will be more thorough?

Answer: It won't. All it does is add another hurdle - and another expense - in the process of transferring a firearm in MA. It's not going to stop Jimmy Gangbanger from trading a rock of crack for a Glock Fohtay. It's not going to magically stop a scumbag from making an illegal sale. I love this thinking - that someone that would sell a gun to an unlicenses/ineligible person would be STOPPED if there were no private sales.

The stupidity is strong with this one...

So, yes, MA gunowners are, once again, getting taken out to the woodshed for the Patrick administration's complete and utter failure in getting a handle on crime. The door to our justice system revolves on and on, letting career criminals walk free among us; gun owners are treated like Nazi war criminals. Par for the course in the Volksrepublik of MA...

That is all.

Dead Goblin... With a Twist!

It's been around the blogosphere already, but enough folks have alerted me to this story - and it's subsequent lack of exposure in our "traditional media" (ahem) - that it needs to be added to the list:

College Student Shoots, Kills Home Invader
COLLEGE PARK, Ga. -- A group of college students said they are lucky to be alive and they’re thanking the quick-thinking of one of their own. Police said a fellow student shot and killed one of two masked me who burst into an apartment.

Channel 2 Action News reporter Tom Jones met with one of the students to talk about the incident.

“Apparently, his intent was to rape and murder us all,” said student Charles Bailey.

Yes, you read that headline correctly. Despite what the media and opponents of CCW on campus would have you believe, this one particular college student did not, in fact, have one too many beers at a keg party and start randomly shooting his friends for fun. He did not use his weapon to force himself on an unwilling co-ed. He did use his weapon to protect himself and his friends from armed invaders hell-bent on causing mayhem, destruction, and death.

And killed one of the little choirboys in the process.

Choirboys who were "counting their bullets". Wrap your mind around that, and ask yourself just what they had planned. I suspect they were not concerned about the high price of ammunition these days, nor the scarcity of 9mm ammo in the Winchester White Box... No, this young man's quick thinking and bravery prevented exactly the kind of massacre we're used to seeing on college campuses whenever the word "gun" is used with "school" - armed psychopaths, knowing they have a gun-free (read: target-rich) environment, start taking lives with abandon.

Except this time, the intended victims were off-campus; not only that, but off-campus in GA, meaning they were armed and ready to shoot.

Excellent shooting under intense pressure. A pity it couldn't have been a two-fer (would be a MArooned DGC first!), but any time we can add a Dead Goblin to the pile is a happy time. If anyone wants me, I'll be doing the Dead Goblin Dance out in the backyard. Those groundhogs have been getting pretty brazen, it's time to terrify them back into their holes.

Dead Goblin Count: 15

That is all.

Special thanks to readers "another Jay" and "D.E." for sending me this story. Also to Bruce who caught it well before I did and was kind enough to e-mail me so it could make the tally.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

What Ammo Shortage?

There's a lot of talk about the ongoing ammo shortage. Folks are talking about how hard it is to find ammunition in any of the popular calibers, particularly 9mm, .45 ACP, and 5.56mm.

Which is why, when Dad G. called me up and asked "You got a .357 Magnum?", I was intrigued - I thought he needed to borrow a wheelgun, and was starting to think which one to lend. Instead, he hands me this:

SCORE!

Yep, just got 200 rounds of Federal .38 Special +P JHPs, gratis. And one round of Hydra-Shok .45 ACP (No, I don't know why...). Seems Dad was asked to be the RO for the county jail's annual quals, and they gave Dad the leftover ammo. Since his only .38 Special is a 40+ year old model 36 - not rated for +P ammo - I benefit...

That's twice now I've been the windshield rather than the bug...

That is all.

Requiescat in Pace, Dom

Dom Deluise won't be down for breakfast.

Growing up as a child of the 1970s, with movies like Cannonball Run and The Muppet Movie, I developed an appreciation for the heavyset actor with the sparkling eyes. As I grew older and became a fan of Mel Brooks' films, I saw that Dom's comedic chops extended beyond pratfalls and toilet humor. Plus, I spent a good chunk of my adult life looking like Dom Deluise, so his passing is especially poignant for me.

Captain Chaos, we hardly knew ye.

That is all.

HOW Many Strikes?

Tips lead police to robbery suspect

At age 31, Christopher L. Broxton has amassed a serious rap sheet: 80 arraignments for alleged adult crimes, 28 arraignments for arrests when he was a juvenile, and a whopping 44 convictions.

After police released grainy video images of a tall man wearing a baseball cap and blue-zippered jacket during a bank robbery last month in Quincy, it didn't take long for former inmates who served time with him in jail and local police officers to say they recognized Broxton's clean-shaven face and dimpled right cheek.

Let that sink in for a moment. This man has been an "adult" for 13 years. In those thirteen years, he has been CONVICTED of crimes 44 times. That's more than three convictions PER YEAR. And yet he's out on the street, free to commit more crimes. His crimes include "...everything from drugs to stolen cars and armed robberies." - we're not talking about traffic infractions and misdemeanors, we're talking felonies, and violent ones at that.

And yet, he's out on the street, free to commit more crimes.

All the while our elected officials are prattling on about "assault weapons" and "cop-killer ammunition" and how we need to "do something" about the ready availability of firearms. BULLSHIT. Start locking these repeat offenders up and KEEPING THEM IN JAIL. You want to make a real difference in the crime rate? Keep the criminals locked up. It's very simple. No more "catch and release".

All the "gun control" in the world won't deter someone with a three-felony-a-year record. By definition they have declined to obey our laws; what's another two, or three, or twenty? And by refusing to get serious about punishment and incarceration, we send the very dangerous message that breaking the law is perfectly acceptable - hey, don't worry about it, you'll be back on the street in no time.

We don't need another lick of gun control. What we need is a loosening of gun control laws such that these dirtbags start dying in greater numbers when they confront good, honest citizens. Follow this up with draconian, immediate, and lengthy punishment and watch the crime rate plummet. It's just that simple. It's basic math:

Armed victims + long jail time = hostile work environment for goblins

That is all.

Size Matters...

In the comments to last Friday's gun pr0n, agg79 asked the following question:
I've been debating getting a 21 or 22 but had not considered the compact versions. What is your opinion over full sized verses compact?

And while I posted a quick response,
Realistically, I can't see any significant difference between the full size and the subcompact as far as shootability goes.

The weight difference is only something like 4-5 ounces, so perceived recoil really isn't going to change much.

Barrel length is only another 1-1.5" longer - it's not like you're talking about the difference between a 1 7/8" snubbie and an 8 3/8" target revolver.

The biggest difference is the grip - the subcompacts only allow for a two-finger hold (like a J-frame) whereas it's all three fingers on a full-size. This can be overcome somewhat by the extensions, although it starts defeating the purpose of the smaller grip.

I quickly realized that the response merited a post all its own.




I figured I'll start by giving a quick overview of the grip and overall sizes currently available. For this purpose, I'll use Smith & Wesson for revolvers and Glock for semi-automatics. These two manufacturers offer the widest variety of grip/frame sizes and are pretty universally known - even in the Volksrepublik of MA...

For S&W revolvers, there are four sizes currently offered: The mongo sized X-frame monsters like the 500 S&W Magnum and the 460 are the largest revolvers available, offering 5 rounds of dumptruck-stopping calibers in a nearly five pound handgun; the N-framed guns were the largest until the X-frame came along; these are the 6-round big bores and 8-round .357 Magnum handguns; the L-frames, which are the medium sized revolvers offering 6 or 7 rounds of centerfire ammo or up to 10 rounds of .22LR; and the J-frame, the most common of which is the five-shot .38 special "snubnosed" revolvers.

The X- and N- frames are simply too large and heavy for the vast majority of folks to consider for concealed carry. Yes, there are people that happily carry a 4" barreled 629 IWB all day long; however, it's far more common to see a J-frame than an N for a CCW piece. The L-frames (and the K-frames the L-frames replaced) were commonly used as duty guns for police agencies. These are concealable in the smallest configurations (2½" and 3" configurations with round-butt grip). Even the lightest L-frame tips the scales at over 24 ounces. The J-frame is the smallest and lightest variants, with the airweight versions in .38 Special and .357 Magnum weighing under a pound and rated for +P ammo. The lightest of the airweights checks in at a scant 12 ounces, empty, making it eminently carryable.

On the semi-auto front, Glock offers three different sizes: Full-size, compact, and sub-compact. The full-size variants (17 for 9mm, 22 for .40 S&W, and 21 for .45 ACP) are the heaviest (~ 26 ounces) with the largest grips (full three finger) and 4.5" barrels. These are most commonly "duty guns" for law enforcement. The sub-compact versions (26/27/30 for 9mm/.40S&W/.45ACP) are lightest (under 20 ounces) and have the shortest barrel length (3.5") with only a two-finger grip (although there are extensions that go on the magazines). The compact models (19 for 9mm and 23 for .40 S&W, no compact model for .45 ACP) are right in the middle, weighing in at 21 ounces with a 4" barrel.




Some manufacturers - like Smith & Wesson with their new M&P line - offer simply the sub-compact and full sized sidearms. There's generally not a terribly big difference between the two sizes:

Full size M&P:
Length: 7½"
Weight: 24 oz.
Barrel length: 4¼"
Capacity: 17 rounds 9mm

Compact M&P:
Length: 6.7"
Weight: 21.7 oz.
Barrel length: 3.5"
Capacity: 12 rounds 9mm

So there's not an awful lot of difference between the full-size and the compact, really - you save less than an inch of overall length, a little over 2 ounces in weight, and lose a whopping 0.75" on the barrel, all at the expense of 5 rounds capacity.

I have the predecessor to the M&P, the SW99, in both configurations. I've carried and shot both sizes extensively, and, realistically, there's no difference between the two as far as accuracy, perceived recoil, or controllability. The compact model is easier to carry, in that the smaller grip means less printing overall. Given that there's no discernable functional difference between the two, I see no advantage to the full-sized version whatsoever.

As far as wheelguns go, the difference between the two sizes is sharper - for the paltry 2 round advantage of the larger "L" frame, the extra weight, grip size, and overall length make the larger gun much harder to conceal. The smaller J-frames, however, offer significantly more perceived recoil and are not particularly fun to shoot for any length of time. It's a definitive trade-off, with the light weight of the snubbie offering one advantage over all the other guns listed: it can be carried in one's pocket. Sure, it's a little harder to master shooting a .357 Magnum snubbie, but when you can have 5 rounds of .357 Magnum at your disposal, that's a tradeoff worth making.

In summary: For the semi-auto or the revolver, the smaller/smallest frame guns are easier to carry. The semi-autos don't seem to see much difference in accuracy or recoil between the full-size and compact guns; the difference is far more pronounced in the revolver side. For the experienced gunnie, the smaller guns are a better fit; for a novice, though, better to have the extra heft for recoil and the longer barrel for accuracy - a gun you don't shoot because it's physically painful or too inaccurate doesn't do anybody any good.

The bottom line here goes against the American grain a bit - smaller is better.

That is all.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

PSA...

ATTENTION: Dads, sons, and husbands.

Mother's Day is this coming Sunday. May 10th. Mark your calendars (Alan, this means you).

Keeping you off the couch - just one more service I provide...

That is all.

A Weighty Issue

Jim over at Ambulances, Boomsticks, Coffee asked me a seemingly simple question the other day:

Can you recommend a weight lifting routine for at home. I have a set of weights for up to 40lb on a small dumbell. I've never lifted before, and would like to get into it, but a gym membership is not in the cards with the financial situation the way it currently is.
Well, not being one to ever turn down helping a buddy (and getting blog fodder out of the deal - yay me!), I dashed off a few quick thoughts based on my own personal routine:

There's a surprising amount of weight-training you can do with even a small amount of weight. I generally run three different types of lifts:

1. Biceps - curls. 5 sets of 10 (everything is 5X10, a holdover from my hardcore lifting days). Just like it sounds, sit in a chair with your knees out in front of you. Bring the weight bar from resting on your leg to your chest 10X one hand, then swap hands. Repeat 5X.

2. Butterfly curls. Standing up, start with weight in hand, lift hand out to the side and up over your head. 10X per hand, repeat 5X. This works mainly on the lats and triceps.

3. Straight lifts. Can be standing or sitting, start with the weight even with your shoulder, lift straight over head. 10X per hand, repeat 5X. This is mainly for triceps.

The most weight I use is ~ 55 lbs for the curls - Wal-Mart has inexpensive weights from 5 lbs to 50 lbs. That's the routine for now. Down the road I'd like to incorporate some dead lifts with a full bar as well as leg lifts and presses, but for now it's light work.

I am going to try to expand this into a post for later this week, and expect to get some good feedback from Ricky/RW on what to eat and when /how often to work out is ideal.Hope this helps!

Heh, nothing like putting a fellow on the spot, eh Ricky?

I want to modify my routine from primarily cardio to an even mix of cardio (to stave off the high blood pressure) and weight training (to add muscle and definition). I want to go to 3X cardio and 2X weight training to start, then transition so I'm only doing cardio workout twice a week. Right now, I exercise daily M-F and take the weekends off, alternating between rowing and stationary bike with treadmill every day. In the evenings I do sit-ups, push-ups, and light weight training, alternating the above-mentioned exercises.

For the future, I need to pick up a full barbell and ~ 200 lbs. of free weights for starters. I figure I'll start with dead-lifts (start with barbell on floor, bring to waist), squats (bar held at shoulder level, bend at knees, down and back up), and curls (as above, only with full bar). Eventually I'd like to add a weight bench with leg lifts, bench, and military press stations at a minimum (at least until we clean out the basement and I can find a Universal machine). The biggest issue with free weights is that you should ideally employ a spotter, someone who can work out with you to assist with lifting and prevent injury.

With a minimum of financial investment, a single-hand barbell and ~ 65 lbs of weights (4X10 lb, 4X5lb., 2X2½lb.), you can add in a significant amount of weight training to your daily routine. There are literally hundreds of other potential exercises that can be done with a single barbell; not to mention squats, push-ups, and sit-ups/crunches that don't require any gear at all. The single most important thing to do is to find a routine that works for you - it's got to be an exercise that's right for you so you stick with it, and it has to be challenging without being daunting.

I've found a good rule of thumb for adding weight to my existing routine is to add on a small amount (5 lbs. or less) whenever I'm able to consistently run through 5X10. Once the amount of weight I'm training with no longer challenges me, it's time to add more on - the goal is that for the last set of 10 reps, you should be feeling resistance in your lifts. If you breeze through all 5 sets, it's time to increase the amount of weight; if you find yourself having to rest > 1 min between sets, OTOH, you might want to drop the weight down a notch.

Hope this helps, and anyone ({cough}Ricky{cough}) wants to chime in with suggestions/corrections, please feel free!

That is all.

Hey, Irony...

Back when I posted about getting the Browning, I groused about having to look for "pre-ban" high normal capacity magazines for it as a MA resident. Zach over at The Next Chapter sent me an e-mail graciously offering a pair of magazines that he had left over from his Inglis Browning that he had since let go. All he asked was that I sent a SASE for shipping.

Well, imagine my surprise to find out that he's located in the People's Soviet of Illinois! It struck me as surpremely ironic that a gun nut in IL was helping out a gun nut in MA with a ZOMG EVILLL GUN MAGAZINE. Made even more ironic, of course, that it was Al Gore's intarwebz that allowed us to share this information.

Seriously, thanks a million Zach. I solemnly promise to do something nice for someone down the road as you counseled.

That is all.

Happy Cinco de Mayo!

Top Ten Rejected Cinco de Mayo Slogans:
  1. Cinco de Mayo: Because mescal kills the H1N1 virus!

  2. Cinco de Mayo: All our citizens are busy buying grenade launchers at American gun shows!

  3. Cinco de Mayo: Vomiting up the cheap beer Americans don't want to drink!

  4. Cinco de Mayo: Workers of the world, revolution is at ha- oh, shit, that was four days ago.

  5. Cinco de Mayo: H1N1, Tequila, Montezuma's Revenge - the new Mexican diet sensation!

  6. Cinco de Mayo: Because mucho cervezas make Dora tolerable.

  7. Cinco de Mayo: It's no coincidence that "siesta" and "margerita" come from the same country!

  8. Cinco de Mayo: Because a Mexican vacation is currently an additional week off from work!

  9. Cinco de Mayo: All-you-can-eat puerco buffet!

  10. Cinco de Mayo: Jalapeños and peyote = shits and giggles.
Drink a Corona, dos Equis, or Negra Modelo in honor of the fifth of May!

That is all.

Monday, May 4, 2009

America, F**k Yeah!

My Gunblogger Conspiracy homie pdb hits one out of the friggin' park.

Money quote:
A weapon has no moral stature since it has no will of its own. von Braun knew that American weapons were not a threat to world peace, but Russian weapons were. The defining difference between the two was not geographical location, ethnicity or even politics. The defining difference was morality.

The bolded part is something I've been saying for years. A gun is no different than a hammer or a toaster in that it is nothing more than a mechanical device made of metal and wood (or plastic, lest I forget my Glock fanboi brethren). It is only in the hands of a person that it can become a force for good - or evil. It is not good; it is not evil; it merely is.

Go. RTWT. You can thank me later.

That is all.

What Could Possibly Go Wrong?

Backyard scientists use Web to catalog species, aid research
(CNN) -- As a hobby, Suzie Jirachareonkul, a teacher and mother of two, spends many of her nights searching for endangered toads on the country roads near her home outside Cape Town, South Africa.
...


When a scientist caught onto her efforts, Jirachareonkul and a friend assembled about 20 volunteers -- a group she calls the "Toad NUTS" -- to collect data on
the endangered Western Leopard Toad.

The information they collect is being used in scientific research.

So we've got untrained, uncredentialed people doing "research" in their spare time, using methods of questionable scientific validity, and submitting said "research" to actual scientists to be turned into actual data? Oh, no possible way this could be abused/misused/twisted for an agenda, right?

Any bets on what will happen to any "research" that doesn't support Anthropogenic Global Warming Climate Change?

This is win-win for the Gor-bots, really. If a "citizen-scientist" submits "research" that shows the ZOMG TEH EARTH IS WARMING!, then it's proof that AGW is real. If the "research" doesn't show the foregone conclusion, then the "researcher" can be ridiculed and dismissed as an untrained crackpot indicative of the flat earth Global Warning Deniers...

It's great that people are taking an interest in science. It's wonderful that they're collecting information that can be used for our benefit and for the benefit of the species being studied. What's not great, though, is mixing "hobby" or "passion" with "valid scientific research" - especially when said research is going to be used to shape socio-and economic policies.

Keep your biases out of my science, kthanxbai.

That is all.

Welcome to the Velodrome...

Ah, spring. The swallows have returned to Capistrano, the trees are opening their leafy canopies, and the yellow-red-and-blue shirted morons are clogging up the streets. Yes, the bikers are back, and I don't mean my brethren on Harleys, Hondas, and BMWs. I mean the spandex-clad Lance Armstrong wanna-bes on their Fujis, LeMonds, and Cannondales. You know the ones I mean; the ones riding three abreast on a narrow country road, or weaving in and out of traffic on congested city streets. They're the ones that chose to be an automobile when it suits them, riding down the center of the road because "we are traffic" yet expecting cars to come to a screeching halt just because they come within 20 feet of a crosswalk - while still riding.

I detest these folks for the same reason I hate squids on sportbikes - they make life difficult for the rest of us who enjoy the pastime. Every time I see some yutz lifting the front wheel of his CBR, I know there's a dozen or so people looking at him and forming a negative opinion of motorcyclists because of his risk-taking. Whenever I see a pack of identically-clad Tour-de-France rejects riding merrily down the road at 15 MPH (dudes? You will NEVER get an official sponsor at that speed!), with a line of traffic rivalling that which my grandmother used to command, I know that the next time I hop on my Haro there will be folks in cars who think I'm "one of them."

It's a gross generalization, to be certain, but my rule of thumb is that the more crap they've got on their shirts, the more clueless they are...

Basic common courtesy and good plain horse sense go a long way, folks. When you're a 200 lb. cyclist on a 20 pound bike playing chicken with a 3 ton truck, you will lose. Spectacularly. All I'm gonna do is hose down the front of the truck and harvest whatever Shimano components I can from the wreckage. Like Mom G. always told me: You can be right, but you can also be dead right (and when you make a left turn in front of my while I'm going straight, you ain't even in the right...)

I'll be damned if I'm going to run off the road and endanger my kids for your endorphin rush.

What really burns my ass is that 99% of the time these self-righteous dillweeds will have "Share the road" stickers plastered all over their cars. Look, Einstein, I'm more than happy to share the road with cyclists. I'll leave room so you can ride up the side. I'll pass you with a wide margin if you're in a single file. I'll give you back every bit of respect you give me. Ride three abreast, buzz around my truck, refuse to yield when I've got the right of way, and you get no quarter from me. And remember, the next guy may not have my amazing impulse control and decide to bounce the towing mirror off your aerodynamic helmet...

R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Aretha knows it. Now you know it too...

That is all.

How to Start the Week...

Why, that would be with another heart-warming tale of a righteous shooting! And since this shooting happened in sunny Florida, home of the Castle Doctrine, we're treated to headlines like this:

Sheriff: Law protects SUV owner who shot, killed woman
MIAMI, Florida (CNN) -- Authorities do not plan to file charges against a Florida orange grove owner who fatally shot a 21-year-old woman, saying he is protected under the state's controversial "no retreat" law.

But the woman's boyfriend faces second-degree murder charges in her death, because the woman was shot to death during an alleged felony -- the theft of an SUV.

And even this write-up is slanted, because it's not until the fifth paragraph in that we're told this:
Grove owner Ladon "Jamie" Jones opened fire as the SUV approached him, according to an affidavit released by the Polk County Sheriff's Office. Phillips fled; McCormick was shot in the head and later died.

They tried to run him down, he told them to stop, they drove right at him. So he shot to stop. And succeeded... It's a pity that the driver wasn't the one killed, of course, but one does have to wonder at the mentality of someone who comes along for a car theft... It serves as a stark reminder that one needs be more careful in choosing one's associates, if nothing else.

Once again, with feeling: Victim selection. UR Doin It Rong. Especially in Florida, one of the very first states with a flood of pro-CCW laws and attitudes; and also the start of the Castle Doctrine. The best part is that the other goblin will be charged as though he pulled the trigger himself - so we might just see two goblins off the street for the price of one...

Dead Goblin Count: 14.

That is all.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Sunday Songs...

Heh. Cruising around YouTube looking for a good vid for Sunday afternoon, I came across this unappreciated classic:



Gotta love the use of a chainsaw for percussion...

Oh, and while we're on the subject...



That is all.

Communion

I was going to post a recap of The Boy's First Communion yesterday. Instead of a long-winded diatribe about my relatives (SRSLY, don't get me started), a debate over the Catholic Church, or anything even remotely resembling swine flu, allow me to post a couple of pictures from yesterday.

First off, The Boy, acting in his usual, irrepressible manner:

Peace out y'all

And here's where he gets it:

I am from France!

(Commenter, reader, blogmeet attendee, and all-around BFF sci-fi snapped this shot and commented "You look like freakin' Beldar from "Coneheads"!)

It was a good day, all things considered.

That is all.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Excelsior!

Some days, you're the hydrant, some days, you're the dog. Today was my day to be the dog:

SCORE!

Yep. 200 rounds of both 9mm *AND* the elusive .380 ACP. With a Federal bulk pack .22LR thrown in for good measure. Apparently my good deed of supplying Dad G. in his hour of need led to a positive surge in my ammo karma, for a chance trip into teh evil megalomart yielded a treasure trove of ammo to be found.

And no, they were not limiting the number of boxes one could purchase - that was limited only by my credit card balance...

That is all.

Swinefoolery...

Dear Lord. We have officially lost our ever-lovin' minds over this "swine flu" nonsense. Here are the top links @ CNN:

Latest News
Number of H1N1 cases jumps to 615
Flu virus sparks 'social distancing' trend
Mexico trip costs students graduation ceremony
Developers create swine flu app for iPhone
The first four links are related to a virus that has caused one death in the United States, a toddler who was sick for weeks before finally being brought in for testing. While it's certainly a tragedy, we've lost more toddlers in that time to drowning - yet there's not round the clock "Bucket Pandemonium" links...

This is rapidly becoming far sillier than any parody could ever hope to be...

That is all.

Hmmm...

Let's see what's on the docket today:

9:00 AM: T-ball practice for BabyGirl G.
11:00 AM: Baseball opening day parade for both kids.
12:00PM: Birthday party for one of BabyGirl G.'s friends
3:30PM: Drop The Boy off at church for First Communion rehearsal
4:00PM: Mass and The Boy's First Communion
5:30PM (approx): Special dinner in The Boy's honor at... McDonald's (his choice).

Yeah, I'd say we've got a pretty full day.

That is all.

Friday, May 1, 2009

Additions...

Two new blogs to add to the blogroll this week:

1. A Trainwreck in Maxwell - love the tagline: "Adding to the Ozone hole- one shot at a time". Heh.

2. Handgun Podcast - Eric blogs in podcast format, which I am far too chicken to do... Yep, got a face for radio and a voice for teletype I do...




Welcome aboard, folks.

And as always, the standard disclaimer applies: If you like MArooned enough to add to your blogroll, please let me know so I can return the favor. I always get a kick out of seeing my humble blog linked on others' blogs, and feel like I should reciprocate in kind whenever possible.



NOTE: Because it's actually become an issue, I have to institute a policy regarding links:

No commercial links unless I am an existing customer. While I am flattered that you may have taken a moment to read through my blog to find out if it's a fit for your products, I don't do this to advertise my - or any other - goods.

Now, if Smith & Wesson, Glock, Bushmaster, MidwayUSA, Brownells, Remington or any other manufacturer/distributor would like to shower me with goodies in exchange for prominent display... ;)

That is all.

YMBAGNI* Two-fer!

In less than 12 hours, I've had not one but two "*You Might Be A Gun Nut If" moments:
  • Last night at The Boy's baseball practice, my phone rings. It's Dad G., in a panic because he's shooting his LEOSA quals today and he has a grand total of 2 rounds of .380ACP (he's a [retired] cop. What do they know about keeping private supplies of ammo?) Needless to say, I know when he says "My .380" that he means his blued SigSauer P232 with three 6 round magazines...

  • This morning, Dad G. passes us at the bus stop. He tosses out an invitation to come to the range - "Hey, that poison ivy looks bad. You ought to call in sick and come shooting with us!" Yeah, you might be a gun nut if you've ever called in sick to hit the range (BTDT...)

'Course, now I need to go buy some more .380ACP ammo on Dad (he's gonna plotz when he finds out how expensive it is now) and prepare to clean his 9mm S&W and the Sig (which means I get to shoot 'em first!)...

That is all.

Friday Fun Thread: Douchebag-Mobiles!

When I asked for ideas for top ten lists last week, I got a lot of excellent responses. Moving down the list, Marko said... "Do 'Top 10 Cars Popular With Douchebags'." Now, the first step is to define a douchebag:
The scientific name for schmucks who roll up in public wearing wife-beaters or oversized jeans. Can also be found wearing sunglasses in nightclubs and/or sun-visors on backwards and upside down. These people should be drug outside and shot in the stomach, then used as speed bumps to prevent any neon-toting lowrider crap-mobiles from infesting the neighborhood and lowering property values.

Heh. So, here's what they drive:

  1. Honda Civic SI. Hands down, the SI is the douchebag-mobile di tutti douchebag-mobiles. With an extra $10K worth of mods you have a car that still can't outrun a Hemi Magnum... Welcome to loser-ville. Population: You.

  2. Scion xB. About the only possible explanation for this mess is that it was an appeal to the Sino-philes who worshipped ever-so-briefly at the altar of everything Japanese after "Tokyo Drift". The xB was neither fish nor fowl; it was an attempt to blend an SUV, a wagon, and a hipster people mover. It failed at all three.

  3. Mitsubushi Lancer EVO. Oh, if I had a dollar for every one of these I saw racing around the Loop like they were auditioning for "Fast & Furious 5: Rejects Need Love Too"... The EVO has it all: outrageous spoiler; hood scoop; cow-catcher ground effects; whiny coffee can exhaust straight from the factory... It's a ready-made D-bag mobile right off the showroom floor!

  4. Ford Mustang GT. For the Douchebag who insists on buying American, the Mustang GT is about the only car left. Used to be they'd have their choice between the 'Stang, the Camaro IROC, and the Pontiac Trans Am... But as the "Last Muscle Car Standing", the GT gets the nod for the high-output car to bling...

  5. Nissan Altima. Personally, I blame the 3.5L V6 for this otherwise excellent car falling into douchebag hands. The 270 horsepower put out by that engine unfortunately fulfills the aforementioned F&F dreams of the douchebag at a price tag under $30K - well below that of even the most stripped BMW.

  6. Volkswagen GTI (Robb Allen being the shining exception). Ah, the GTI. It's hard to say exactly when the GTI went from the original "pocket rocket" to a D-bag mobile; I'd put the actually turning moment when VW stuffed a six cylinder engine into it - that only got 172HP!!! That's when it became apparent that form was winning the war against function. The last salvo, natch, was allowing the GTI badge to appear on the four-door Golf. OH JOHN RINGO NO

  7. Dodge Neon SRT4. Yeah. Chrysler's last attempt at a "sporty" car was less-than-inspiring, but at least it was cheap. Since it took nearly a decade for Chrysler to realize that they were seriously missing out on the pocket rocket craze, the demand had pretty much dried up by the time the SRT4 came out, and by then, the Neon was on its way out anyways...

  8. Ford Focus RS. The Focus appears to be trying to wrestle the title of King Douchebag Mobile away from the Civic these days, with ridiculous spoilers, silly graphics packages, and weed-whacker-esque exhaust sounds. There's just some sort of supernatural pull for car makers to take their entry-level cars, slap some plastic cladding on them, and sell them for a 50% mark-up...

  9. Subaru STi. Basically, see Lancer EVO. The ginormous spoiler of the STi is the first clue that this car is meant to be seen, first and foremost, rather than driven - much like the outrageous spoiler of the Super Bee. At least the STi has > 300 HP backing up that spoiler, hood scoop, and ground effects package. A pity that 99% of them will never be used to 1/10th of their potential.

  10. Hummer H2. Ah, the Chevy Tahoe Hummer H2. Proving, for the nth time, that the American public will, indeed, buy a polished turd. And then take said turd, add insane amounts of "bling" to it, and show it off as though it were something to be proud of, rather than hidden away to die a righteous death...



Well, there was most likely something to piss everyone off in that list. No one wants to admit when their particular favored make and/or model becomes the posterchild for douchebags, but sometimes it happens...

What cars should or shouldn't have made the list in your opinion?

That is all.

Friday Gun Pr0n #109

Today's gun pic is another in a series of pics I've dubbed "Gear pics." (first "Gear pic here with the S&W Model 38). These are the firearms that I carry, along with the various and sundry gear that goes with them. Today's gun is my only big bore carry gun as well as my only "high capacity" sidearm.

Glock 30 & gear


G30 in the goblin-stopping .45 ACP caliber. It's a sub-compact model, meaning that it's ostensibly small enough for concealed carry; however, this is a gun that really requires a cover garment for optimal concealment. The Crossbreed Supertuck kydex and leather holster really helps conceal the G30, in that it can be used either as an IWB holster or (as the name implies) as a tuckable holster, where a shirt can be tucked in over the holster and sidearm. It takes some practice, but drawing from even deep cover is simple and unhindered.

There's a spare 13-round magazine (yes, it's a pre-ban) with a +2 Pierce grip extender as the spare, yielding a total of 24 rounds of .45 ACP. This magazine is designed for the full-sized Glock 21; however in their infinite wisdom the folks at Glock design the subcompact models to accept magazines for the corresponding caliber in full size. The G21 magazines will fit in the G30 for .45 ACP; the sub-compact G26 in 9mm will accept 15 round G19 (compact) or 17 round G17 (full-size) magazines. Very elegant.

There's also my engraved "GOAL/NES" Buck knife for edged goodness and a cheap flashlight for excursions after the sun goes down. I don't make a habit of carrying extra boxes of ammo; those are mainly for propping and "ooh, shiny" purposes. It's a bit of gear to lug around, especially considering that car keys, cell phone, wallet, etc. also have to fit into the program as well (I need a neato keen utiluty belt like Caleb...)

So there's one of my plastic fantastic carry guns - tune in next time for #2!

That is all.