On my last .22 trip to the range, I brought the 1911 for a little attention. Unfortunately, I didn't shoot it very well.
So last weekend, I went to the range with the GI .45 and the XD-9, and was surprised to find that I just sucked that day.
A a few single ragged holes through a few targets later, I had full confidence back in my 1911, and my XD-9 felt much more natural than I remembered.
I got a few compliments on my shooting, as usual, but no one seemed interested in any pointers, so I didn't offer them.
One of my near-term goals is to get as good with my .30 rifles as I am with my pistols and AR carbine.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
THIS BLAG NEEDS MOAR GENERATIONAL DISPUTES!
I was thinking about the reason there can be no Medicare or Social Security reform.
Seniors.
Today's politicians regard the senior voting bloc as solid, reliable, trust-worthy, restless, pernicious, and vindictive. That's why no politician subject to reelection would dare touch any of the senior hot-button issues.
So instead of dealing with these ticking time bombs, we get to watch helplessly as they slowly count down. The seniors will get theirs, and keep kicking the can down the road until it's no longer an issue for them... Because they're dead.
I can't help but wonder how much worse it's going to get when the glut of Boomers reach immaturity.
Seniors.
Today's politicians regard the senior voting bloc as solid, reliable, trust-worthy, restless, pernicious, and vindictive. That's why no politician subject to reelection would dare touch any of the senior hot-button issues.
So instead of dealing with these ticking time bombs, we get to watch helplessly as they slowly count down. The seniors will get theirs, and keep kicking the can down the road until it's no longer an issue for them... Because they're dead.
I can't help but wonder how much worse it's going to get when the glut of Boomers reach immaturity.
Who knows more about current tax policies?
Professional Orange Troll Snooki, or President Barack Obama?
When the president of the United States of America insisted that he "didn't raise taxes once," you didn't have to be a Professional Washington Political Pundit to know that he was full of fake bake.
How the hell does the President of the United States of America think he can get away with a lie so obvious that a hilarious caricature of a human being sees right through it.
Pitiful.
When the president of the United States of America insisted that he "didn't raise taxes once," you didn't have to be a Professional Washington Political Pundit to know that he was full of fake bake.
How the hell does the President of the United States of America think he can get away with a lie so obvious that a hilarious caricature of a human being sees right through it.
Pitiful.
I'm so angry! Hold me back! Hold me back! ... No really, someone hold me back!
From WSJ: Obama Renews Vow To Repeal Tax Cuts For High Incomes
So guess who's got some big balls now?
Obama was so ANGRY about the tax cuts for the high earners that he just HAD to take advantage of the Democrat SUPERMAJORITY and...! ... AND...!!!
... Extend the Bush-era tax cuts.
BUT THEN!!!
The DASTARDLY Republicans LIE, CHEAT, AND STEAL their way into the House of Representatives, and now they say they're going to protect their RICH, WHITE, FAT CAT constituents!
D'oohh! IF ONLY those EVIL republicans didn't own the House!
Oh, you just BET Obama would kill those tax cuts for the richest Americans!
So be sure to vote Democrat next time so they can get a SUPERMAJORITY, and then they'll be able to pass whatever they want!
So guess who's got some big balls now?
Obama was so ANGRY about the tax cuts for the high earners that he just HAD to take advantage of the Democrat SUPERMAJORITY and...! ... AND...!!!
... Extend the Bush-era tax cuts.
BUT THEN!!!
The DASTARDLY Republicans LIE, CHEAT, AND STEAL their way into the House of Representatives, and now they say they're going to protect their RICH, WHITE, FAT CAT constituents!
D'oohh! IF ONLY those EVIL republicans didn't own the House!
Oh, you just BET Obama would kill those tax cuts for the richest Americans!
So be sure to vote Democrat next time so they can get a SUPERMAJORITY, and then they'll be able to pass whatever they want!
Tis the season for revolution
So apparently now is the time for the people to unite and overthrow their corrupt governments!
Meanwhile in Mexico, all those young full spirited Mexican nationalists are...
Here.
I understand that they have some serious problems down there with the drug cartels, but that doesn't change the fact that for every Mexican waving the red white and green up here, there's one less down there.
Meanwhile in Mexico, all those young full spirited Mexican nationalists are...
Here.
I understand that they have some serious problems down there with the drug cartels, but that doesn't change the fact that for every Mexican waving the red white and green up here, there's one less down there.
Monday, February 07, 2011
Some twitter selections
Man, you don't even know. I had charcoal ALL up in my grill.
~Me
Dreamt we were on Run's House on a trip but Run stayed at the starbucks when he found they'd serve horseshoecrabs right to his canoe. Srsly.
~Me
Oh noes! A young hippster caught corporate-looking me riding my shopping cart! It told him to get a job and pretended it didn't happen.
~Me
Excellent.
Saturday, February 05, 2011
Some things change, some things never change.
It has been a little over a month since I started my new job, and I'm starting to feel like a normal human being again.
The sleep pattern is starting to be the norm, I'm getting over this weird cold that just seemed to linger for a few weeks, the new job stress took a couple hits when I got my first customer survey back (perfect), and some guy who's supposedly awesome was impressed with my work. Things are starting to feel normal again. But not that kind of normal I had at the last place, where things were slowly sliding downhill, and you never really realize that stress until it's gone.
Real normal.
Feels damn good.
I called my old paintball buddy when I decided to go paintballing the next day. The same old paintball buddy who had grown accustomed to me turning down every offer of an outing due to me being on call or some other engagement. And I do mean every. I went so far as to explain to him that I really did want to go, and to continue inviting me, but cosmic forces seemed aligned to prevent me from going paintballing with him.
Kharmicly, he was unable to go due to a prior engagement, however he hooked me up with one of his friends who asked him if he wanted to go the same day.
We hit it off immediately, all he had to do was mention "phantom" and "machine shop" and I could tell we were going to be best friends. He and his friend are stock class players, and run phantoms, so I told him I'd bring mine and we'd make it a triple. Since it'll just be three of us, he recommended we join a walk-on and take them to school. My kind of pump players.
I hit the local shop (the only one that's left) after work, and it turned out the shop owner was there. We started talking kit, and it turned out he was on the socal paintball scene for 12 years. When he found out who I knew and what I used to do, we caught up on common friends, and the ones who were no longer with us. We talked about the scene, the drama, how some things changed, and how other things never changed.
A lot of those times are over. There are glimmers of hope, but the scene is a shadow of what it used to be. The economy is to blame as much as silly drama.
The halcyon days of southern California paintball.
It made me sad that it was gone, but I was still happy to have been a part of it. It felt strange to talk about "the good old days." I'm only 27...
But time marches on, and the oppressive cost of doing business in California, and the high insurance rates for "shooting sports" forced fields to make up their costs by requiring players buy field paint instead of bringing their own. This paint was usually low quality and high cost to maintain the necessary margin the field needed to stay in business. This made players seek lower cost forms of playing, hence an uneasy spike in pump play.
Generally pump play is the polar opposite of the "Agg Kidz" (HK kids) I fought against in the sport. It's really easy to get your aggression going with 2 grand of kit slinging four cases of paint a day. "Whoops, lit up that last guy on the bunker, and he turned out to be a scared little kid just trying out the sport. Guess he won't be back! High five!" I'm hoping the return to pump play brought a return to focus to the game style down here, but I suppose attitudes don't necessarily have to change when play style changes. But I'm hopeful, and I'm going to find out today.
Blogging should return to normal once I get this new schedule figured out, and determine where it fits in it. I used to be able to write bits and pieces at work, but that won't be the case now. I'll be back. Don't worry.
The sleep pattern is starting to be the norm, I'm getting over this weird cold that just seemed to linger for a few weeks, the new job stress took a couple hits when I got my first customer survey back (perfect), and some guy who's supposedly awesome was impressed with my work. Things are starting to feel normal again. But not that kind of normal I had at the last place, where things were slowly sliding downhill, and you never really realize that stress until it's gone.
Real normal.
Feels damn good.
I called my old paintball buddy when I decided to go paintballing the next day. The same old paintball buddy who had grown accustomed to me turning down every offer of an outing due to me being on call or some other engagement. And I do mean every. I went so far as to explain to him that I really did want to go, and to continue inviting me, but cosmic forces seemed aligned to prevent me from going paintballing with him.
Kharmicly, he was unable to go due to a prior engagement, however he hooked me up with one of his friends who asked him if he wanted to go the same day.
We hit it off immediately, all he had to do was mention "phantom" and "machine shop" and I could tell we were going to be best friends. He and his friend are stock class players, and run phantoms, so I told him I'd bring mine and we'd make it a triple. Since it'll just be three of us, he recommended we join a walk-on and take them to school. My kind of pump players.
I hit the local shop (the only one that's left) after work, and it turned out the shop owner was there. We started talking kit, and it turned out he was on the socal paintball scene for 12 years. When he found out who I knew and what I used to do, we caught up on common friends, and the ones who were no longer with us. We talked about the scene, the drama, how some things changed, and how other things never changed.
A lot of those times are over. There are glimmers of hope, but the scene is a shadow of what it used to be. The economy is to blame as much as silly drama.
The halcyon days of southern California paintball.
It made me sad that it was gone, but I was still happy to have been a part of it. It felt strange to talk about "the good old days." I'm only 27...
But time marches on, and the oppressive cost of doing business in California, and the high insurance rates for "shooting sports" forced fields to make up their costs by requiring players buy field paint instead of bringing their own. This paint was usually low quality and high cost to maintain the necessary margin the field needed to stay in business. This made players seek lower cost forms of playing, hence an uneasy spike in pump play.
Generally pump play is the polar opposite of the "Agg Kidz" (HK kids) I fought against in the sport. It's really easy to get your aggression going with 2 grand of kit slinging four cases of paint a day. "Whoops, lit up that last guy on the bunker, and he turned out to be a scared little kid just trying out the sport. Guess he won't be back! High five!" I'm hoping the return to pump play brought a return to focus to the game style down here, but I suppose attitudes don't necessarily have to change when play style changes. But I'm hopeful, and I'm going to find out today.
Blogging should return to normal once I get this new schedule figured out, and determine where it fits in it. I used to be able to write bits and pieces at work, but that won't be the case now. I'll be back. Don't worry.
Friday, February 04, 2011
Fuck "some other time!"
I was talking to a coworker about how the missus and I used to be hardcore ballers, and regaled him with all my awesome stories. Afterwards I sent him some pictures and checked out a field I've been meaning to try out for some time.
So fuck it.
I'm going paintballing tomorrow!
So fuck it.
I'm going paintballing tomorrow!
Thursday, February 03, 2011
The Bernanke who cried wolf
One of these times he's going to be telling the truth.
But no one will believe him.
The problem is, we'll get eaten alive, not him...
But no one will believe him.
The problem is, we'll get eaten alive, not him...
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