A Predator drone it ain't.
A Predator drone it ain't.
I just soldered together a wicked kluge from a pile of 0603 (1.6 mm Ã-- 0.8 mm) and SOT-23 (2.9 mm Ã-- 1.3) surface mount components.
I hope the damned thing works.
Video of myself and a couple other guys during an afternoon of shooting and blowing shit upâ:
Uh oh! Poopin'! Help! Help!
-Tristan, Age 2 years 4 months
The other night I was flipping through channels while my son (Tristan, 2 years old) was playing on the floor in the living room. I saw Blade Runner was on and paused for a moment. It was the scene where Deckard was about to give the replicant quiz to Rachael.
Tristan looked up, toddled over to the TV, pointed to Rachael and said "robot!".
I have no idea what to make of this.
Fast on the heels of last week's flu, another something wicked is making the rounds through my family. It looks like this one is a Mexican import.
My sister and her little one brought it up from Chandler, then my son got it (I've been squirted from both ends - shudder), my parents have been sick for two days with it, and my wife and I are just waiting to start feeling the first symptoms.
[Sleep deprivation + influenza + 102F fever + NyQuil] almost works better than embalming with Worchestershire sauce for turning a person into a zombie.
I can't remember the last time I felt so awful. I wonder if all my IQ points will come back when it's over (can't spare any).
Strange at it may seem to our over-civilized friends throughout the world, it still warms our heart to see pistols worn openly in the check lines of supermarkets in Prescott. Sad to say most of the exemplars may properly be characterized as geezers, but then Prescott has always qualified as a geezer town - that is one reason why we moved here.
-Lt.Col. Jeff Cooper
I've open carried around here since I was 21 and most people don't notice. Of the people who do notice most are supportive or at least indifferent. The police are never called, nobody ever shrieks, the most common comment is "nice pistol", and folks are as polite and friendly as ever.
I hear stories from a lot of other places around the country where the public isn't so tolerant. I'd hate to have it become like that around here and I think this is the best reason there is to continue open carrying. A right unexercised becomes a right denied, and that more than compensates for whatever I might give up in the "tactical advantage" or "element of surprise" that are so valued by people who insist that a defensive handgun should always be concealed.
My leather finally came in on Monday, 10 weeks after I placed the order. Boy was it worth the wait!
I'm not really a Western Wear kind of guy, but I just couldn't see carrying this gun in a tactical kydex rig or a cheap Uncle Mike's nylon pos.
I just ordered a new gun. You can see it here.
I wanted something different for hiking, plinking, and possibly hunting; and I think this should do pretty well. Also, the
I'm learning something new every day.
Today I learned that what's worse than peeing your pants - having someone else pee your pants for you.
Well, we're home from the hospital. Everything is going pretty well. Melissa is recovering from her c-section. She still needs help getting in and out of bed, but she's in good spirits.
Tristan (aka. Mr. Squishy, the Angry Tomato) is doing an excellent job of making sure we don't get dangerously long sleep durations. He's got nursing pretty well figured out and enjoys it immensly.
In reply to rk, yes, he's our first, a much loved and appreciated testament to the fallability of birth control. We wouldn't trade him for anything.
Thanks for all the congratulations.
"How do I love thee? My accumulator overflows."