The Soundboard: Mama Said

Play some Heart.

This Sunday is Mother’s Day (fellas, this post is what is considered “fair warning”), so in advance celebration I’ll be giving the Analog Mom a pre-Mother’s Day gift.

To say that some of the music I’ve posted is ‘angry’ or ‘dark’ would be a mild understatement. Alice in Chains, Skinny Puppy, etc aren’t happy folks and their music isn’t made to ‘uplift’. In the past, when I posted tunage of that nature, the Analog Mom has made suggestions for songs to post in the future, and being a good son, I payed attention and remembered some of her selections.

Like today’s tunage:

Magic Man – Heart

We’ll have to see if she has her air guitar technique down pat by Sunday.

On a trivia note, the Analog Mom missed being in the same high school graduating classes with Ann and Nancy Wilson by just a couple years.

Also, I have to drive past Ann Wilson’s house to get to my riflesmith’s place of business.

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Beautiful South Dakota

Three things a visitor from California notices right away about the Midwest, and South Dakota in particular:

1) People are friendly. Example: when your car meets another going the opposite direction, the other driver will wave hello to you. At first I was, like, WTF? …but I grew to like this strange custom, and even joined in after a while. It’s catching.

2) The freeways and roads are in great shape, and there’s nobody driving on them. To see traffic this light at home, I’d have to be out between 3 and 4 am, between the clubbers going home at 2 and the commuters starting out at 4.

3) Off the freeway, the roads are brightened by the splashes of color from dead birds. That is, roadkill out there is exclusively pheasants. Pheasants seem to be remarkably dumb birds. I am happy to say I did not kill many pheasants while driving, but it took some effort on my part to avoid them as they seemed to be trying to get run over.

But the most impressive thing about South Dakota in early May 2006 was its beauty. Clear blue skies with some puffy clouds, green green grass on either side of the freeway and in the gigantic median strip — it’s like driving in Bavaria but without the tidy white roadside picket fences (or the mountains).

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Just gorgeous.

Apparently it stays this way only for a little while; soon the heat comes and everything turns an ugly brown — just like California! I learned this intelligence from store clerks in Mitchell. Why’d I stop in Mitchell?

One word: Cabela’s.

But that deserves its own post.

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Flying with Guns

So last Wednesday at the ungodly hour of 3am I saddled up and headed off to the airport.

I’ve flown out of San Francisco and Oakland airports at least ten times since 9/11, and every time except one I’ve carried firearms with me. (The one time I flew without guns was the week after 9/11, when I had to visit our office in Manhattan.)

Here’s what I took with me on this trip:

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My Only Worry

Is that they may have forgotten to include the line “Lift up the Lid”.

Apparently, not only are you not allowed to use deadly force to defend yourself in the UK, you are also advised to follow government instructions to use the commode.

Nothing could be easier than easement. You just sit there, flicking through The Sun, checking that the bathroom door is locked and waiting for nature to do its business.

Nanny society though we are, the mature adult does not expect to be told how to eat or to breathe. Up in Dundee, however, the local NHS trust has issued an instruction book on how to do the other thing that all species do; in our case, usually once a day.

 

Potty training is a near-universal experience of early childhood in civilised societies. That NHS Tayside feels obliged to issue a four-page leaflet entitled Good Defecation Dynamics, complete with a diagram, suggests there may be a gaping cultural black hole in a well-populated part of eastern Scotland.

WTF? And I mean that most sincerely.

Does Dundee, Scotland have not only that much free time, but also that much available money to write and print a guide to pinching a loaf? I’m not even going to talk about the money they spent doing research before they could write and print (this is a government entity, you know they did research).

Will there be a second volume of this pamphlet, with two parts of course, to cover both male and female urination? And since this is in distillery country, will there be one to tell people how to puke? Wouldn’t want people breaking off teeth by doing it improperly and running up the costs of the wonderful government run health care system, would you?

This is exactly what happens when you let socialists, ot their even more sickening bretheren, ‘Progressives’, run the show.

Found at Alarming News

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I Guess That There Are Some Things

We are not supposed to understand.

I’m a couple days late with this, but I wanted to get the straight dope before commenting on the Teamsters I work with finally settling on their contract and the ending of the possibility of a strike that could have screwed up my week off last week.

First off, this contract is only good for four years, not the six that is traditional.

Secondly, the guys will be getting raises equivalent to $6 an hour at the end of that four years. Last time around they got $6 an hour in raises over six years.

Lastly, The maximum any of them will pay for medical benefits is now $30 a month. I pay twice that and still think I’m gettign a pretty good deal.

Most everything else stayed the same.

But here is the part I don’t understand; when the final vote of approval/denial came down, only 62% of the union members voted FOR this contract.

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The Salt Mines

Are quite beautiful this time of year.

For those few who are keeping track, last night was my first night back at work after having last week off. Sadly, it was depressingly easy to get back into the routine.

Just about everyone dislikes going back to work after a long weekend. Even more so after a week-long vacation. But I can say with the utmost confidence, that this was the worst return to work experience I’ve ever had. This is coming from a guy who, when working for a previous employer, once got back from two weeks off to find out that the the owner of the shop was selling the place outright and would be laying us all off in two weeks.

Not to brag, but get an assload of work done in my 10 or so hours. I know this because I have to measure portions of my workload at the end of the night in order to get productivity measurements on them, and I therefore get to see exactly what I’ve accomplished. I also know this because, when I got in last night, not only had my co-workers not kept up with my workload, they hadn’t even gotten past last Tuesday’s ‘Stack fo Stuff’.

So it’ll be 12’s and 13’s for me for the rest of the week. If I just pop in a couple quickie posts, don’t go away mad.

In fact don’t go away at all. Drop me a quick link to something or other in the comments of whatever post is convenient. My $0.02 isn’t worth any more than anyone else’s, but in this instance of me not being able to get home and read up in the mornings, I’ll drop a couple of pennies onto whatever topic you want, within reason. We’ll start today with this post.

Oh, and if you didn’t stop by yesterday (shame, shame), and you are a parent of a yard-ape or two (or three or four) , stop by here and give my good man Puggs your experiences on filtering software.

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Walk This Way

Here’s the story:

A guy buys a chunk of land. Previous to his purchase, the railroad easment on the property was used by local folks to get to and from great fishing and hunting locations.

Guy buys the land, catches people trespassing to get to these locations like they did before his purchase, and swiftly gives them the boot, and is none too kind about it.

The property is in SW Montana, the land owner is from Seattle.

Guide Brent Taylor said that for years he has walked the railroad tracks near the Poindexter Slough fishing access to reach fishing holes on the Beaverhead. But this spring, he says, he has been harassed. Barbed wire has been strung, and “no trespassing” signs are plastered on railroad bridges.

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Seattle businessman Mike Philpott, who recently bought 86 acres in the area, said trespassers have been on his property each time he has visited.

“There were hunting guides from Dillon taking people on guided hunts on my property,” Philpott told The Montana Standard in a telephone interview Friday. “Somebody had built a deer stand in one of the trees.”

Railroad tracks bisect Philpott’s property, a river-bottom wetland that he says he bought for hunting and fishing. Montana regulations say that tracks are private property and may not be used for stream access.

Philpott acknowledges the public has a right to use the Beaverhead River, but he objects to trespassing on railroad property to reach it.

I feel for both parties here. The locals have become accustomed to using the easement to get to their favorite game spots then, all of a sudden this outside guy comes in and tells you you can’t anymore.

But Philpott has a right to tell anyone he wants to get the hell off his land. He didn’t buy this decent sized dirt plot in some whacked out rainforest scheme to keep humans from desecrating it, he bought it so that he could hunt and fish on his own property.

As much as can’t stand outsiders coming and mucking things up for me, it is Philpott’s land. In my opinion, which is also the legal opinion, the locals are SOL. And I don’t know if it just the article, but these Dillon folks are a lot whinier than the Montanians I know.

I mean what the hell is this line about?

“It’s a little … tougher to get down to the river,” Taylor said. “You pretty much have to rip your waders to get through here.”

Dude, you’re crossing a barbed wire fence that was purpose built to keep your ass out. What part of “No Trespassing” does this jackass not understand?

Philpott is a lot nicer than I would be. Dude would be lucky if I didn’t have Indiana Jones style pitfall traps set on just the other side of the fence.

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Even a Broken Clock

Is right twice a day. But Markos Zuniga is only right once in a blue moon.

One of the proponents of regulating political speech on blogs is a woman byt he name of Carol Darr. Darr is the big boss of IPDI (Institute for Politics, Democracy and the Internet) at George Washington University.

Back in June of last year, when the feds were thinking of slapping some sort of anti-First Amendment McCain-Feingold regulation onto bloggers, one of the lines Darr came up with was

The ramifications of the bloggers’ demand are enormous. The issue before the FEC goes to the heart of the fundamental questions that define a democracy’s relationship to a free press: Who should be treated as a journalist, and what special privileges, if any, should they receive?

Zuniga caught that last line and took a wild guess that Darr was either a journalism professor or married to one.

It was a slow and low underhand toss right over the center of the plate, which is probably why he managed to knock it out of the park. From an article on Memphis Online

Her husband, George Washington University journalism professor Albert L. May, once worked for the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette in Little Rock.

Now don’t go thinking I’ve lost all my sense and am praising the leader of the Klueless Kos Kids for the hell of it. You see, I actually read the rest of the Memphis Online article, something I’m sure the rest of the KKKids didn’t, and guess what ‘ol Kos decided was a good thing to leave out of Darr’s bio

Carol C. Darr, a University of Memphis-trained lawyer, former Democratic National Committee general counsel and expert on campaign finance laws, is under attack in the blogosphere.

It was right there in the opening line, Kos, WTF?

I guess the idea that the Democrats were and still are at the forefront of the attempt to shut down political free speech on this here interweb is unappealing to them. Add to that the long list of leftist academics who seek to create “Free Speech Zones” out of the inernet like they do their campuses, and you have to wonder how they can take themselves seriously on this issue.

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OK, Parental Units

I have a friend with a question. I’m not sure he wants a bundle of traffic, so I’ll post it here. We’ll get on with linkage when I get the okee-dokee.

An assignment from my wife, find some shareware or freeware to play net nanny for the kids. Our oldest is becoming aware of the web now, so some filtering of content would seem to be in order. We’re not prudish, far from it, but with all the wacked out stuff out there…

A parent needs to be careful.

I’ve located some, but I wonder if we really shouldn’t invest in a paid for program for better security. Any recomendations would be welcome.

My idea of net filtering is paying the power and the cable-internet bill, so what say ye?

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Belated Range Reports

While neither David or I were able to attend “The Best Boomershoot Ever”, Ben at Reasonable Nut was able to. And if I had spent a bit more time on this here interweb around the end of last week, I’d have found this and posted it sooner.

The latest installment of the Blogger Blastorama meet, greet, eat and shoot thingamajigs took place on Saturday and Mr. Completely has the very excellent range report right here.

It was just him and I and Mark and Lisa, which was nice because I was able to do some chatting as well as some shooting, because as I always say, you absolutely do meet the nicest people at the range.

And because of that, I am going to pre-emptively invite any and all who wish to join us for a good time to the next Blastorama, which will be announced sooner than later (just a bit more coordinating necessary).

One of the coolest features of attending these get-togethers, besides the great people, is that you will probably get to shoot something you haven’t shot before. In my case, Mark had a Kel Tec P3AT that I am pretty sure I absolutely need.

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I have an old Palm that is bigger and much heavier than the Kel Tec (even when loaded). Quite literally, with the chamber unloaded, I slipped the gun and the full mag next to one another into a chest pocket on my shirt. I think that I could have forgotten they were there if I’d have given it another couple of minutes.

No jams during just under a box of ammo of firing and while not the most accurate of leadslingers, it easily stays within ‘Minute of Goblin’.

Hope to see y’all at the next one.

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