Fashion Fail

Carrying the PA-63 in a Triple "K" holster. It worked around in the seat so the waistband clip worked loose of the holster, sending holster and pistol on a slow journey down the pants. I made it into the men's room and reached down my trousers and rescued the runaway holster. I don't think it's so bad as to stop using the holster yet! When the end comes for this leather, I may just re-design and build my own holster. It will have on the skin side a cover to keep the real estate around the hammer, and rear of he slide from gouging into my hide.

help I'm going nucking futs

I am trying to find a song.
Got a lot of airplay in late 80 early 81.
It contained the word Tripoli.
And the refrain is either....
We were so younger then
or
we were so much younger then...
somebody in webopolis must remember that far back.....

NaNoWriMo Once more into the breech!

Well I got my idea and the damn thing has been echoing in my head for two months now.
I hope I don't choke up when it comes time to put words on paper....

sport plane license

I was thinking of learning to fly.
Because of my health issues, I could only afford a sport plane license.
I was thinking of asking Brigid to train me.
Reasoning that the money should best go to a friend.
Then I realized, based upon my experiences teaching friends to drive.
That we probably wouldn't be friends anymore at the conclusion of my training.

Besides, she probably couldn't find the time....

Flying Car?????

The article mentioned by Matt G. Sparked a memory hidden in my twisted little mind. I applied to Rip Off Press for permission and Voila!

(click to embiggen. I think)

(click to embiggen. I think)

I was told this had to be said... "The Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers are © by Gilbert Shelton. Used by permission. Buy all the Freak Brothers comix online at www.ripoffpress.com ."

I was going to say it anyway. I was also going to say y'ain't got any business doing drugs, being a hippie, or a freak, unless you read these fine instructional comix.

WANT!

After the '05 New Beetle, I swore off new cars for good.
I mean I'm paying a car payment to VW and an equal one to Farmers Insurance.

Then I saw This!

I want one!

H/T to Matt G.

Where's mine?

RaChester, our new puppy, is a holy terror! While we sleep, he hunts up things to destroy. I have him housebroken to the point where he'll do his business by the back door if I don't let him out. For that reason I don't wish to latch the door to his crate. So we bought him a muzzle for night time wear.

We put it on him, and Ruby came over, checked him out, then looked up at me as if to ask "Where's Mine?" I didn't realize I'd have to bring doggy S&M gear for the entire class.

When he's not wearing it, I keep it high up. I know he has it scheduled as the next thing to chew up once I turn my back.