Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Blog Stuff: Blog world meets Real world.

I came strolling back into the showroom from gunsmithing yesterday to be greeted by one of the salesguys saying "Hey, there was this guy in here just a moment ago who saw you walk out and said 'Was that Tamara? I know her from her blog.' He said he was from Arizona."

Loud squealing noises as my mental geartrain engaged. Arizona... Blog... "Did he have kind of a goatee?"


"Hmmm. Cowboy Blob's from Arizona, and he's visiting kinfolk back East. I wonder if he's driving through on the way home."

Indeed he was.

We chatted for a bit, after the obligatory "Gosh, you're tall," ;) ("Five twelve without my Very Tactical Boots on.") and then he was back on the road, burning up miles headed west into the sunset, as all good cowboys do.


Anonymous said...

Wow. He should have warned someone. I'd have stopped in to say howdy.


phlegmfatale said...

Hey, that's a great idea! Someday I'll be on a roadtrip through your neck of the woods and I'll take the opportunity to make a firearm purchase.

Cowboy Blob said...

Gee, I was only 3 hours further away than Kirk. I used to have all my Times On Target computed by officers. All I could shoot for was "before quittin' time," and if I didn't make it, no one would be the wiser.

BTW, I hit home at 10 pm...same as always (and no officers to compute it for me!)

Cowboy Blob said...

Picture here:

Slightly PhotoShopped picture (and Caption Contest) here: