Santorum looks like someone just ran over his dog.
Cain looks like Uncle Wiggly reading a hasenpfeffer recipe.
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 18, 2011
Why I am not (quite) broke yet
Too much time yesterday was spent in trying to work up enough rage to cremate a Keystone Pipeline story in the Washington Post. I'll get to it, but the mood this morning remains too mellow. It's probably the creature comforts as raw weather sets in.
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Years ago a friend gave me a shirt, a thick, bright red mixture of wool and coal-tar derivatives, and it is still the treasured wardrobe king from October through March. It is just out of summer storage.
I sadly observed that it is missing a button. I regretted that I had no appropriate replacement in the button locker. I declined to drive to town to purchase a card of usable buttons for $x.99. So I called up my econometrical spread sheet on my electric computer and computed a viable alternative.
Even allowing for electrical costs; even carefully considering wear and depreciation of the drill press and bit, it is an optimal fiscal solution. Thank you, Mr. Bernanke.
N.B. Should the chosen cent bear a date earlier than 1982, the AlGorerithms are significantly altered and you should go to town and buy a button.
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Years ago a friend gave me a shirt, a thick, bright red mixture of wool and coal-tar derivatives, and it is still the treasured wardrobe king from October through March. It is just out of summer storage.
I sadly observed that it is missing a button. I regretted that I had no appropriate replacement in the button locker. I declined to drive to town to purchase a card of usable buttons for $x.99. So I called up my econometrical spread sheet on my electric computer and computed a viable alternative.
Even allowing for electrical costs; even carefully considering wear and depreciation of the drill press and bit, it is an optimal fiscal solution. Thank you, Mr. Bernanke.
N.B. Should the chosen cent bear a date earlier than 1982, the AlGorerithms are significantly altered and you should go to town and buy a button.
Oct 16, 2011
Recommended
Kurt is doing especially well the past few days. There's a poll on which you can vote for Dr. Paul. He does a very clean dissection of Mittens Romney. He has a good report on another TSA act of FUBAR which I missed. (Grandma hassled for bracelet charm.)
Go read, if you please.
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Go read, if you please.
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The S&W 645 makes me feel so tactical
I almost wish I lived close to a mall so I could dress up ninja and impress some girls wearing tattoos and chewing gum.
The SW is home, admired, and tested.
I expected one magazine and got four -- plus one of those high-fashion black nylon pouches that holds two spares back and forth instead of up and down. Tacticool.
I already had the tactically-tooled leather holster -- made it decades ago to a "speed scabbard" pattern for GI .45s. . It holds the Smith nicely but will benefit from a small sight cutout. I needed to do that anyway for the GI here that carries adjustable Micros.
The field test:
-- Functioning was perfect with everything I tried, including semi-wadcutters. (The 645 is said to be a garbage disposal unit -- if your junk ammo won't work in anything else, shoot it in the Smith.)
--Excuse-wise, this gun hasn't been shot enough to wear off the proprietary Smith and Wesson burrs. It's rough, especially the DA trigger. The SA pull is nothing to brag about either.
--I am pleased no one witnessed this tryout session.
-- I consider the hood of a pickup a bench rest analogue. So lean across, get a good two-hand hold, squeeze off factory loads carefully. Gotta see where the gun shoots, don't we?
--In my hands, all over the damned place, that's where. At 50 feet a string of five scattered low left over a good seven inches. I can fix the impact point. I can't even identify yet how to fix myself. Flinch? Jerk? Total cognitive breakdown? Motor skills eloped with O'Reilley's daughter?
--Repeating the hoody position with a load of home made 200-grain SWCs at a peppy 850 fps or so, the results were better by about half an inch. It isn't the gun, nor the ammunition.
--Switching to the combat mode, I moved in to 30 feet, took a Weaverish stance and banged off eight as quickly as I could reacquire the target -- a sheet of typing paper. Three in the kill zone, two possibles, two that would have made him mad, and one clean miss. A couple of repeat strings had similar results.
Excuses: New gun. Very windy (the flimsy target holder moved a little). Distracted by cows mooing in the nearby pasture. Libby emphasizing that I was making entirely too much noise. Lost concentration worrying about CERN failure to find Higgs Boson.
Proper reaction to excuses: Bull Roar, James. Go practice.
The SW is home, admired, and tested.
I expected one magazine and got four -- plus one of those high-fashion black nylon pouches that holds two spares back and forth instead of up and down. Tacticool.
I already had the tactically-tooled leather holster -- made it decades ago to a "speed scabbard" pattern for GI .45s. . It holds the Smith nicely but will benefit from a small sight cutout. I needed to do that anyway for the GI here that carries adjustable Micros.
The field test:
-- Functioning was perfect with everything I tried, including semi-wadcutters. (The 645 is said to be a garbage disposal unit -- if your junk ammo won't work in anything else, shoot it in the Smith.)
--Excuse-wise, this gun hasn't been shot enough to wear off the proprietary Smith and Wesson burrs. It's rough, especially the DA trigger. The SA pull is nothing to brag about either.
--I am pleased no one witnessed this tryout session.
-- I consider the hood of a pickup a bench rest analogue. So lean across, get a good two-hand hold, squeeze off factory loads carefully. Gotta see where the gun shoots, don't we?
--In my hands, all over the damned place, that's where. At 50 feet a string of five scattered low left over a good seven inches. I can fix the impact point. I can't even identify yet how to fix myself. Flinch? Jerk? Total cognitive breakdown? Motor skills eloped with O'Reilley's daughter?
--Repeating the hoody position with a load of home made 200-grain SWCs at a peppy 850 fps or so, the results were better by about half an inch. It isn't the gun, nor the ammunition.
--Switching to the combat mode, I moved in to 30 feet, took a Weaverish stance and banged off eight as quickly as I could reacquire the target -- a sheet of typing paper. Three in the kill zone, two possibles, two that would have made him mad, and one clean miss. A couple of repeat strings had similar results.
Excuses: New gun. Very windy (the flimsy target holder moved a little). Distracted by cows mooing in the nearby pasture. Libby emphasizing that I was making entirely too much noise. Lost concentration worrying about CERN failure to find Higgs Boson.
Proper reaction to excuses: Bull Roar, James. Go practice.
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