Love to own a nice mouflon but too chicken to go to Iraq and and get one?
A fellow with a Rocking H brand down in Texas is the man to see.
For a little more money you can have your own kudu to pet without having to brave African savannas.
Even if your local zoning thugs won't let you keep a back yard mouflon -- or if you can't afford a kudu (which you can't) -- it's an interesting site. Everything from exotics on the hoof to home decor items fashioned from deceased examples.
(FTC: Screw off. Don't even know the man. Wish I did.)
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Jan 17, 2012
Just housekeeping
The Mac laptop threw a rod Saturday, and the TMR comes to you via a 20th Century desktop with wide white sidewalls, fender skirts, and a foxtail on the radio antenna. It runs, but the tappet noise is driving me nuts.
Expect delays.
Expect delays.
Jan 14, 2012
Gun auction giggle
To be sold tomorrow at an auction near me:
"Hi-Standard USA Model H-D 22 long rifle, practice gun."
I think I'll go and practice bidding; always liked that H-D Military iron, and the "practice" may be a country auctioneer's way of describing a higher-grade target model.
H-Ds remind me of English automobiles from my youth -- lots of fun, very sporty, just so long as you don't mind tuning them up every week or so. And they nicely illustrate a British (and French, for that matter) principle of industrial design. "I say, Cyril, why use only one part when three will make it work almost as well."
(This comes to mind because I've been reading more about Obama's passion for EuroSoc economic designs. It's just a revival of the recurring American notion that it's very hip and cool to import horse apples from the Old World and see if they taste better here.)
(This comes to mind because I've been reading more about Obama's passion for EuroSoc economic designs. It's just a revival of the recurring American notion that it's very hip and cool to import horse apples from the Old World and see if they taste better here.)
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Also a Remington No. 4 in .22. Hmmmm. Don't need one of, course, but...
UPDATE: The High Standard was so-so and brought in the $400s. Out of the question. (No one knew why the "practice" word was used.) The No. 4 was fair. I was the second-highest bidder at something like $275, and, on reflection, I'm glad not to own it. There's no shortage of wall hangers around here.
UPDATE: The High Standard was so-so and brought in the $400s. Out of the question. (No one knew why the "practice" word was used.) The No. 4 was fair. I was the second-highest bidder at something like $275, and, on reflection, I'm glad not to own it. There's no shortage of wall hangers around here.
Jan 13, 2012
Dear Diary
While trying to decide if I have enough ambition to whip a Big Post into shape, let me share some domestic matters.
1. The cleaning tizzy went well, and I able to receive the unexpected visitors with minimal shame. (No fresh shelf paper was installed in the canned goods locker, of course. That was a joke. I can recall no instance in a long life of having actually laid shelf paper. I think most males could say the same. Women, on the other hand, are generally incapable of survival in house whose cupboards lack the amenity. I suggest this data could underpin an important MA thesis.)
2. Marking an important passage: This morning, New Dog Libby discovered she could reach food placed well back on the counter. I entered the kitchen just a few seconds too late and observed an unusual thing. I hope all of you may one day encounter a brown lab who can manage a look which is simultaneously guilty and smug.
1. The cleaning tizzy went well, and I able to receive the unexpected visitors with minimal shame. (No fresh shelf paper was installed in the canned goods locker, of course. That was a joke. I can recall no instance in a long life of having actually laid shelf paper. I think most males could say the same. Women, on the other hand, are generally incapable of survival in house whose cupboards lack the amenity. I suggest this data could underpin an important MA thesis.)
2. Marking an important passage: This morning, New Dog Libby discovered she could reach food placed well back on the counter. I entered the kitchen just a few seconds too late and observed an unusual thing. I hope all of you may one day encounter a brown lab who can manage a look which is simultaneously guilty and smug.
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