Sunday, February 28, 2010

Emergency Kits

I've heard everyone go on regarding an emergency kit. Blankets, water, spare socks, tool kit, flares and what not. Those bits I've internalized since before I learned to drive.

My idea of an emergency kit, is a spare glucose meter, my two types of insulin pen, and a sugar drink in case of low blood glucose reading.

Kit II
Five Diapers, wipes, 2 bibs, fresh onesie, thermometer, basic meds (me, gf & the kid).

2 VHS tapes, w/6 hours of movies 5 DVD movies, In case I have to save movie night. I love my friends but some of them have iffy tastes in movies.

I have other kits designed around situations, I have a rubbermaid box of 19 gallon capacity, that contains all that is needed to administrate a Science Fiction Convention.

Another box contains contingency equipment for anything that can go wrong when 2 dozen or so guys decide to drive their motorcycles 2000 miles on a moment's notice.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Pocket Carry Sux

I got a holstered KelTec PF9. Today I decided to clean my pocket pistol. I haven't shot it, since I bought it. Though I came close last night. Someone walked off with my bluetooth ear piece by mistake. Rule in my old outfit was, if you chamber a round, you clean the gun.

Despite the holster, damn thing was filled, with dusty pocket lint. I could have supplied Infocom's Hich Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy game with enough pocket fluff for ten games.

I guess I should clean once a week anyway...
I mean, nobody wants to be shot with a fluffy gun....

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Happy Effing Birthday

Forty Effing Eight!

Friday, February 12, 2010

Bite Me Godwin!

Am I a Nazi?

I like a clean kitchen.

Food comes out of there, I like it clean. I'm funny that way!

Our family has a trash compactor installed in said kitchen.
Why does the roomie insist on filling random containers,
-12 pack soda boxes etc. with trash?
She aint gonna wake up before the truck comes on trash day.
I gotta run all around the house, picking up garbage she made.
Get it all in the can and out to the curb.

Plus if any of her friends come over, I gotta clean aluminum cans out
of the trash, and make sure none of my personal property walked off.

If it's called Tourist Season, why can't we shoot them?