From Climateaudit:
The Texas Sharpshooter fallacy is a logical fallacy where a man shoots a barn thirty times then circles the bullet holes nearest each other after the fact calling that his target. It’s of particular concern in epidemiology.
Hadn’t heard of this one before. I dunno, isn’t that a bit of a slur on Texas riflemen?
Our “lab mix” Kaya has always had outsized ears. German Shepherd ears, to be sure, but much too big for her.
It was worse as a puppy. Here she is at the ripe age of 9 and nicely filled out. Ears still a mite too big for her, poor thing. Our dogs actually have nicknames; hers is “Sissy.”
We say Sissy’s a “lab mix” in polite company, but it’s pretty obvious she’s mostly Pit with some Shepherd features and a Lab’s coat.
I have in-laws living near San Luis Obispo. Now I have another reason to visit. This range looks pretty cool.
At 5:44 there’s a nice sequence of shots on the 500-meter pigs. Notice how you can see the mark made by the bullet strike on the steel pigs. That’s because they spray-paint ’em white. I learned that lesson back at the Bower Shooting Clinic.
That sequence also shows mirage pretty clearly. And of course the beautiful golden California countryside.
Clouds are rare here in the East Bay Area — usually we have blue sky, boring, boring blue sky. Year round.
It was thus extraordinary the other day to see these clouds come over the hills from the West, moving fast. I took these pics with my cell phone from just outside my office.
Whenever I see fast-moving masses of clouds like this it makes me think of the Comet Empire. Just sayin.’
Xenia’s got much prettier clouds here. Gorgeous. But then, that’s Boomershoot country. Idaho is almost as pretty as Bavaria, IMO.
A while back, Phil handled and drooled over the Ruger LCP. They can’t be imported into California for sale to civvies, because they don’t have the required safety lock. If someone (say, a cop or an out-of-state owner who moves to Cali) has one in the state legally, you can buy it from them in a private-party transfer. But FFLs can’t import ’em directly to sell to the civilian market. So they’re rare as hen’s teeth around here.
A while ago I was browsing in the gun shop and the Ruger LCP came up in the discussion.
“Wanna see one?” Joe the FFL grinned.
These things are SMALL. Here’s a couple of comparison pics with a Bersa Thunder .380.
Grip is a lot thinner, too.
Here’s the thing: a cop buddy of Joe’s bought it (cops in Cali are exempt from most civilian restrictions, don’t’cha know), tried it and hated it, so he sold it to Joe. Joe played with it a while, disliked it intensely, and was in the process of selling it off. The gripe seemed to be that beyond 7 yards or so it grouped like a scattergun.
Well, I can make 2″ groups all day with Remington ball out of my Bersa .380 at 25 yards if I’m careful. No thanks, Ruger.
(Yeah, there’s just a little bit of sour grapes in that statement. Well, maybe more than just a little.)
Any LCP owners wanna chime in, feel free. Ya lucky bastards.
I said it was only in Idaho that you’d see a full-size American flag mounted in the bed of a pickup.
Surprise! I saw this one on the way home from work, under a typically California-blue sky.
Both drivers are patriots, no doubt about that, but I’d say this man has a bit more brass than that Idaho feller. Posting colors so blatantly in the midst of the Bay Area? That’s asking to have your car keyed or tires slashed. When military recruiters visit my wife’s College Center at her high school, they usually say, “it’s kind of anti-American around here, huh?” and she agrees.
I couldn’t find anything to actually write about during the overnight that didn’t seem trivial.
I did have a rambling post about Georgia and the Ukraine with a number of funny anecdotes included, but I started reading the idiocy of the leftosphere’s self-appointed experts on the situation and got so pissed off that I decided I would rather write about them.
But that post would burn the kewlness of my last morning before my last night at work before I go on vacation for fourteen days, and I don’t want to burn my good attitude up on them. So I’m going to take my good attitude and the links I’ve gathered and see if oodles of free time helps me write coherently.
I would like to thank the Tolkien readers who stopped by yesterday. I should have probably let you know that I was in the midst of the riddle game by that point, but no worries. I’ll slog through this and hopefully be well along in the second book of the trilogy by the time I get back online.
I did make sure to stop by 99 Bottles and pick up some premium brews for the trip (five six-packs, to be exact) after posting yesterday. Mostly gifts for friends and family, but a very well chosen mixed sixer for myself as well.
And, well, that is about it for now folks. I’m gonna get some rack time, get up and go to work, and them come home and relax before heading out on Sunday. The Wife and I will be spending the night at Trib’s Place, the excellent Boomershoot hacienda in Orofino, ID, along the way to Montana. Hopefully catching some decent pics of Lolo Pass on Hwy 12 on Monday during the second leg of the trip to Helena.
Pics and video and stuff upon my return.
Now, give David a big round of applause. He’s been busting his hump getting stuff set up to fill the void during my absence.
Until we meet again, take care of yourselves, everyone.
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Not sure if the horde of gunbloggers attending will get to do this sort of thing on Gunblogger Day at Boomershoot 2009. Pretty please, Joe, with sugar on top?
Found the video here.
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