Awfully good to hear music about shooting government employees.
Friday, August 26, 2011
So here we go again eh?
I can't blog long... which I suppose is obvious... because I'm getting ready for Vox's fantasy football draft tomorrow... still... there are things to cover.
A: Funf Reisling. I know I know. But I don't hide my wine nerd characteristics. I love wine. All of it. And this stuff is excellent. Yes... it comes with a screw on top. Which, people who actually know wine, know means it doesn't turn to vinegar because a cork failed. I highly recommend it. Its a little sweet but not offensive. Apples and Nectarines... all citrus and wood. The finish lasts forever. I swear you could sip a glass for an hour and never lose the taste completely. Glorious.
T: I mentioned those Gurkas. It doesn't take a psychic to predict what I'll be lighting later.
F: I saw this today... and I knew I had my ATF post down. A 3D Zombie Target that bleeds when you shoot it. Well butter my ass and call me a biscuit. I am impressed.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Time for an ATF post eh boys?
Indeed. On with it then.
A: A is for AmberBock. At least tonight it is. I would be imbibing with something a little stouter I suppose but I'm on my own with the boys.
T: Pipesmoke boys... Pipe smoke. Cavendish of some sort... I have no idea. I do love a fine pipe though. The ritual of the thing... the packing and mucking about. The fuss of it is extremely relaxing.
F: Shot my neighbor's dog today for attacking my peafowl and chickens. After the first attack... my neighbor drove up to my place... in nothing but boxers mind you... and said, "I saw that fucking dog of mine chasin' ya birds. Here's my pistol. You shoot that mother fucker if he does it again." I smiled and declined... I pointed out that I had plenty of pistols of my own but I appreciated that he understood. A while later the dog was over there again and nearly killed a chicken. .357 went bang. My neighbor offered me a beer and said, "Motherfucker had it comin'." Welcome to the rural south.
Friday, August 12, 2011
How about some tunes for the occasion?
Yeah... That will do. So one with it then.
A)Modelo Especial to start... but I have some Makers 46 that is calling my name. If you haven't tried it yet... you're simply a philistine. Get thee hence!!!
T) For fathers day I was given a rather spectacular gift... a Ghurka Spec Ops special edition gift set. It came with a bunch of special edition Ghurka cigars... in a pelican case... along with a cool khukuri and thigh sheath. It even came with a sweet commemorative coin. The add-ons are sweet... but its all about the cigars... and they are amazing. After smoking one... you will wonder why marijuana is illegal and these aren't.
F) Lets start with my unborn daughter's namesake. I give you... the CZ 2075 Rami. This little sweetheart will no doubt become her mother's preferred carry piece... in .40 of course. Not the decocker and the ability to carry it cocked and locked. The weapon is ridiculously accurate... you know that.. because it says, "CZ" right there on the slide.
Monday, August 08, 2011
Its 5:30am in Greenville, SC. You need to get to south Alabama as fast as possible. Today we compare riding with flying.
The flight option:
Leaving after 6:00am.. the earliest arrivals in Mobile get there at 10:40. If you only have carry on luggage... you then can find a car... The airport is still another hour away from the destination. Figure 10 minutes to get to your car.
Best Case Arrival Time: 11:50am
The Rapid Transit Authority Option:
At 6:00am you throw a leg over the big BMW RT and roll out. You stop to eat when you're hungry... you stop for gas three times... And you arrive happy and hungry.
Real World Arrival Time: 11:35am.
Total cost for the flight: 286 dollars plus a bonus TSA rape.
Total cost of the ride: 25 bucks in gas... 8 bucks in food.
I have decided to adopt that name for JAC and I...
we are.. The Rapid Transit Authority.