that's slightly better

Graham Norton is hosting Tony Curtis and Kevin Bacon! In reverse order of eminence, my favorite male star, and the daddy of my favorite female star...

I'll put the pistol down and let my tv live another day.....

I have a special relationship with my TV.
It's the same relationship Scheherazade had with the Sultan.

Not fair both ways, Sherry didn't have access to the entire recorded body of knowledge.
I also give my TV the night off several days a week.
What I'm paying for cable, I should hire people to watch it when I don't.
Wait! I already have them! they are called freeloading, scum, roomies....
I keep them around in case the tv is too damned good, and I still feel like shooting something.

Joking! Matt! Joking!

Am I pathetic or what?

I'm reading Claire Wolfe, watching a Robin Hood Marathon on BBC America, and stuffing the ballot box on the "Should Hillary Quit" banner on the web...

Bugger that for a game of darts...

Oh gawd Read this link

spanish mom's nude calendar.

gosh, some senoras see "calendar girls" and the fabric flies.....

not a Helen Mirrin in the lot.....

But if they are still on ebay go buy one.
Their cause is good, even if their ass isn't.
That wasn't fair, I'm behaving like those spoiled americans....
Give 'em any less that Hefner-Class airbrushed perfection,
They whine, and threaten to call consumer reports....
By the Way, I finally found my missing Playboy.....

hello cousin...

About 30 years ago someone said, "We won't be fighting the Russians over our Freedom, we'll be fighting them over our parking spaces......"

Oh, wait, that was me....

The gubbermint, did their level best to turn me into a hatin' kind of person. I went to teach a class 1/2 full of Russians. Son of a gun, Except for the girls having a cute way of holding their mouth that I've never seen a US citizen employ, they are just like ourselves, only brighter and quicker.

Their weapons are dismissed as 'Cheap Commie Garbage'. Bullshit! I have had any number of CZ-52s in the house. Had more trouble with HK & the Glocks. I just took delivery of a well-used Tokarev 9mm. IT'S A 1903 COLT or BROWNING! You go halfway around the world to find a new love, and it's your first cousin!

Shoots sweet though... I'll be slightly ashamed to convert it back to 7.62X25 mm...

(some time later) Wow, All I have to do is push out a pin holding the mag well spacer, and change the barrel over, I've already taken it through those steps. Rather than wait for sksman.com to ship me a barrel, (and sarco.com to send me mags in both calibers), I have re-assembled the pistol, and taken it out with some 9mm I stumbled over when checking my comm-bloc ammo inventory. I had wolf and CCI aluminum stashed in there, the wolf is obivious in my thinking. I must have equated the speer berdan priming to treason 5 years ago.....Oh well, we'll have some fun....

Holy Mother Russia Batman!

I've been looking to score a spare thousand rounds of 9mm and .45 caliber without having to donate a major organ or group thereof.  Wow!  I just scored 1600 rounds of 7.62X25 millimeter for what I'd spend for 500 or so 9mm.  and I can get a thousand or so 9x18 mm for about that.  I guess since those aren't being flung at random Iraqis, they're going for cheap....

Hello Old Friend....

Well I opened up the secret safe today.  Not content to wait for my new Tokarev,  I dragged out my old CZ-52.  7.62X25 Tokarev ammo is so effin' cheap compared to 9mm, that I'm gonna score a case lot.  I used to compare this to the round back guitar that Roy Clark of Hee Haw fame used to make jokes about.  "I want to meet the man who made this guitar, I'm not going to say a word to him, I just want to look at his stomach...."   I wanted to meet the Czech designers and users of this gun, though I might be afraid to shake their hands.  

But after a year or so of Brownings,  S&W double stack autos, and the occasional Glock, this pistol doesn't feel so alien in my hands any more.  I went out and used up my last stash of old ammo, terrorizing the empty tin can population.  I got some Seller & Bellot in reserve in case anything needs shot before my order arrives from Sportsman's Guide...   One day when I'm really industrious, I'll make these all links.  Right now, I'm going to whittle down my supply of tens of thousands of .22lr, by going out and chasing some tin cans around the country.....

I went through my old ammo supplies, stuff that gun show people would practically give away, rather than pack back home with them.  I have almost a dozen boxes of 7.62X25.  But, I'm still gonna go thru my SG ammo first.  I do decap berdan primed ammo.  Easier to melt the brass, if I don't have to skim out spent primers.  

Lawyers in the Dog Run

I have a favorite threat that I use.  "Ya don't wanna mess wit me, I keep Rottweilers in my house, and lawyers out in my dog run."  I promised a sweet young lady I'd explain that story.  Back about 92-93, I was minding my own business, at a house party, when I was diverted by the sound of...  Well, Bawling...  Pure anguished crying,  I investigated, because male crying is a huge bring-down at a festivity of this sort, and if were just a breakup situation, I could direct a sympathetic female his way, and keep the party hearty.

It turned out that the young man faced a graver matter than the breaking of his young heart.  He had got so far behind in his work, that he was going to flunk out and be sent home from law school.  He had almost a year and a quarter's work to complete in one semester.  I told him I''d help him, despite my natural aversion to the legal profession as a whole, I couldn't stand to see a good life go to waste.

I took over his life, and social schedule at this point, worked him like a dog, and we set up a schedule where he'd get his assignments turned in.  One of his instructors suggested I was doing his work.  I turned over some of my class assignments from my time at another college, and she personally, publicly apologized.  By the end of the semester, my new protege had turned in all the work plus extra credits to make up for his earlier, slackerly, ways.

I didn't stop there.  I found him an office, and made him go to court every day whether he had cases or not.  Usually one goes in as an associate in a law firm.  This has the result of making you into a coffee and paperwork bitch for three years in order to un-learn everything you did in law school.  I found him a secretary that is 1/4 prim brunette, and 3/4's google search.  If she ever quits of gets fired, I'll immediately hire her at twice the salary.  I also was his investigator for his first few cases.

He must have been successful, he takes, 8-10 weeks off around the beginning of November, and spends it in Hawaii.

Returning in February from the second such holiday, he found me laid up from a busted ankle.  I do that from time to time.  While he was visiting, a policeman came over and said, I'd have to clean up the dog run or get cited and have my dogs impounded until the situation was cleared up.  Bill didn't even hesitate, he removed his jacket, borrowed one of mine, and started shoveling out 4 weeks of 4 1/2 dogs well-fed leavings.  The across the street neighbor came over, and asked who the guy was cleaning out the dog run.  Probably with an eye toward getting his Schnauzers picked up after.  I told him that was my pet lawyer.   "John, lemmee get this straight, you keep Rottweilers in your house, and Lawyers in the dog run?"  

I told Bill, he and the cop laughed their head off and within a month the saying was urban legend about me...