Sunday, November 03, 2013

To everything, turn, turn, turn...

"Facing a deadly resurgence of al-Qaida in Iraq, President Barack Obama signaled Friday that he will begin increasing U.S. military support for Baghdad after five years of reducing it."
I'm confused.

I guess since we're pulling out of the war of necessity, the war worth fighting, we'll have troops to spare to deploy to to the wrong war, because apparently Barry's decided that surges work now.

I am sure that the administration will point out that they've always supported being at war with Eastasia...

Saturday, November 02, 2013

Coming back from the theater...

...the discussion in the car was about the genre of the movie Gravity.

We both liked it. Bobbi pronounced it the best science fiction movie she'd seen in a long time.

I disagreed, on the grounds that it's no more science fiction than The Hunt For Red October. She pointed out there wasn't any such thing as a silent "caterpillar drive" missile sub, either.

Still, it's easy to forget that there's a tiny village, population six, passing 250-some-odd miles overhead every hour and a half or so.

Sharps container IV

Small folders:
  • Boker Orion
  • Benchmade Terzuola Park Avenue
  • CRKT Tighe Tac

These are small knives, in the "gent's folder" size class, with the largest having a blade barely 3" long.

The Orion is feather-light, with a titanium blade and carbon fiber frame/scales. The Park Avenue is a "first production" #610/1000, with a boron carbide finish on the 154CM blade; the scales are titanium. Boron carbide was very much the style at the time; I think the guys at knife companies would have had their desk chairs coated in the stuff if they could.

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Very small fixed blade "neck knives":
Randall King Knives Syphon (boron carbide coated)
Spyderco SPOT
Randall King Knives Snitch
John Shirley Super Daily Kiri

I really need to fix a belt loop to the Super Daily Kiri's sheath. It is such a superior little thing for the hundred-and-one daily chores a knife gets used for, from opening packaging to putting a point on a pencil, but I fumble around too much with a neck sheath. It's tiny enough that it would carry totally unobtrusively in a horizontal position on the belt. (In the sheath, the whole package is about 4"x1".)

Friday, November 01, 2013

QotD: Gilded Vandalism Edition...

"He's something akin to the fellow who drives by your home and throws a bag of gold coins -- through the window glass." -RobertaX, referring to graffiti artist Banksy.

This is why we wear hearing protection...

The guy on the TeeWee as I was walking past roomie's bedroom was talking about the Triple Crown, but, well...

Sharps container II

I'm on a bit of a knife picture jag, apparently, so here are some smallish fixed blades...

Top: Bud Nealy Pesh Kabz, silver G10 scales
Middle: Very early Kim Breed "letter opener"
Bottom: Kim Breed tanto
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S.P.E.C.T.R.E.'s floating HQ?

Or super-secret Google data center?


The Daily Fail is sounding a bit over-positive in their speculation, there, but lots of other people are speculatin' the same thing. To me, the strongest argument for it being Google is that the big G is like the cheerful Aspie kid next door who is ordinarily earnest and helpful but sometimes doesn't have any idea how creepy he's being.

The first time I did a Google search on my phone and the autocomplete feature showed searches I'd done that morning on my desktop, I nearly flung the thing across the room. I mean, sure it was just trying to be helpful, but that's like stepping out of the shower and finding said neighbor kid standing there asking if you need your driveway edged. Google means well, but they have some serious boundary issues.

Anyhow, when I read this, I couldn't help but flash back to that awful day when Starbucks revealed the sinister Phase Two of their operation...

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Vroom!



Wouldn't want that thing hooking up all of a sudden...

Sharps container

Click to embiggenate.
Gratuitous Knife Pr0n:
Top: Walter Brend/White Wolf Auto
Bottom: o.g. "P-stamp" Chris Reeve Sebenza

I just realized I've had these two for about a dozen years or so...

Overheard in the Hallway...

I am walking down the hall to get a cup of coffee. As I pass the bathroom door, roomie's showertime monologue comes wafting over the metaphorical transom:
RX: "Oh, I have an idea for a comedy sketch, where Sarah Palin and Piers Anthony start out arguing and end up having mad, passionate sex..."

Me: "Wait..."

RX: "She calls him a horrible little man, and Piers Morgan calls her 'Mama Grizzly'..."

Me: "Ah. You know you accidentally said 'Piers Anthony' and not 'Piers Morgan' there at the start, which is why I was confused and had no idea where any of this came from. I mean, there I was in the cave but I had no way of tracing from where I suddenly was back to daylight."

RX: "Piers Morgan, Piers Anthony... Anyway, Sarah Palin and a horrible little man..."

Because the Wicked Witch has been done to death...

...and flying monkeys are hard to come by:

Boo!

Happy Halloween!

Hey, did you hear the one about the prune-faced minder of other people's business in NoDak who has appointed herself Guardian Of The Neighborhood Children's BMI?

Here's hoping that "soaping people's windows" has not fallen out of the local kiddies' skill set and that Cheryl finds out the actual meaning of the oft-mouthed-but-seldom-understood phrase "Trick or Treat!"

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Fall cleaning...

So, there I was, in the blowing desert sands of the second to last stage at the Crimson Trace 3 Gun match and my M&P doesn't go back into battery. I clear it and keep shooting and think to myself, "Self, when was the last time you really cleaned this thing?" And the answer, which I do not like, was that the last time I could honestly remember taking it apart and really cleaning it was... ...late October of '11?

I mean, I usually pull a bore snake through it after shooting, and I keep it lubed, but it doesn't really get torn down and, you know, clean-type cleaned very often. See, I have the second M&P 9 that I do most of my range shooting with, and now the M&P 357, so my carry gun doesn't get shot that much. Except for classes. And matches. And those times at Blogorado. And...

Checking my records, this is apparently one Blogorado, one AFHF, one MAG-40, and two Crimson Trace Midnight 3 Gun matches worth of cack. I've seen cleaner rental guns.
When I got home from Oregon, I moved the Lasergrip and Lightguard to the M&P357 for the time being, holstered it up, and SWORE A MIGHTY OATH that I would clean my M&P 9 ASAP.

ASAP, apparently, being two months later...

Anyhow, the .357SIG is all put away and the 9 is cleaned and back on my hip, and all is right with the world. Now I've got to remember to order a .40 barrel for the .357 from Brownells.

I am never letting that thing get that dirty again. And this time I mean it.

Elsewhere on the web...

"Buried in the ground beneath the antenna array is 240 miles of bare copper ground mat."
In Detroit, they'd have dug that up and sold it for meth money years ago...
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The importance of RTFM...

Back when I was still slinging guns across the glass for a living, one of our wholesalers had a deal on some overrun Smith & Wesson 325 AirLites. For those of you not familiar with the arcane language of Smith revolver designators, that's the great big N-frame in .45ACP with, in this case, a titanium cylinder and a scandium frame*.

So we had several of these snub-nosed beasties in stock (I bought one, of course) and a problem immediately cropped up: Customers who bought them would come off the range complaining that their gun had locked up.

Seems like most plain ol' range 230gr FMJ isn't crimped very enthusiastically and only two or three shots in these flyweight big bores would cause the heavy .45 bullets in the cylinder to remain at rest while their cartridge cases recoiled along with the rest of the gun. When the bullet came all the way out of the unfired case, it would bind up against the forcing cone, tying up the gun. (At the time, our range .45 ammo was Speer Lawman.)

Anyhow, fast forward a half-dozen years and I've got a T&E Boberg XR9-S pistol on the range. Now, the Boberg is an unusual gun that gets maximum barrel length in a minimum package so as to get maximum velocity from modern 9mm JHP loads, theoretically making proper expansion more likely. It does so by extracting the round rearward out of the magazine and then loading it forward into the chamber. The chamber is actually over the magazine, making a sort of "bullpup pocket pistol", if you will.

Relax: You don't suck and Boberg doesn't hate you.
The picture above is the loaded Boberg magazine and not, as one might suppose, an outtake from an H&K catalog photo shoot.

Anyhow, I took the Boberg down to Coal Creek Armory (now Tactical Advantage Corporation) Tennessee for its baptism of fire. I trooped out onto the range with Shannon and Gunsmith Bob and my ammo can of 9mm FMJ ammo and started thumbing rounds into magazines. We each fired one magazine, and one round on each of the three magazines exhibited the rather exotic malfunction you see below:

It's a pistol! It's a bullet puller! It's two tools in one!
It was pretty obvious what was happening: The slide was yanking the round rearward from the magazine briskly enough to disassemble the cartridge.

Each of the three rounds was... you guessed it: Speer Lawman.

I went on to fire hundreds more rounds of ammunition, mostly PMC and Federal FMJ but also a few magazines of a half-dozen different premium JHP rounds, and never experienced this malfunction again. Of course, looking at the owner's maual, it clearly states on page 4:
Due to the Boberg XR9’s unique feed mechanism, aluminum-cased ammunition is not recommended (See back cover for color example). This type of ammunition has no crimp, and usually no adhesive, and could allow the bullet and case to become separated while being drawn from the magazine. While this is not considered a safety hazard, it can result in a mis-feed or jam. Please note that there may be styles of brass-cased ammunition that have no crimp that may cause feeding problems. Information on crimp-less styles of ammunition can be found at www.BobergArms.com.
Going to the list at the website, I see that Speer Lawman is right there.

That's what I get for not RTFM.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

That's not how you spell "condolences".

Thanks to the president, the Unc clan lost their health care policy that the president said they weren't going to lose and so they had to scramble for another one. A commenter replied:
Obamacare was the catalyst in this case, but you realize that could have happened at any time, for any reason, even without Obamacare, right?
“Sure, it was Guido that broke your kneecap, but you realize that your kneecap could have gotten broken at any time, even if Guido hadn’t dropped by, right?” 

Hey, you’d make an AWESOME bereavement counselor, dude!

More words! Faster! Now!

I just finished Marko's 60-page short, "Measures of Absolution", which uses Cpl. Jackson as a viewpoint character and picks up her story at the tag end of the "Battle of Detroit".

Good pacing (60 pages was gone before I knew it,) with some very solid action scenes, and it answers some nagging questions about the big firefight in Detroit that were left hanging in the original novel, while opening the door to a whole new storyline in the same universe.

More words, Marko. Faster! Now!

That was impractical...

Dreamed I was off in some little town someplace to go to gun school. I was staying in what was a great big hotel for such a little town; one of those huge do-jobbies like you see in major downtowns, with cavernous atria to make acrophobes gibber. Looking back, I think the model was the Waverly in Marietta.

Anyhow, global village idiot was there, and ToddG, and a bunch of other people my subconscious apparently felt it would be appropriate to stock a dream about gun school with. ("And you were there, too, Auntie Em!")

The hotel rooms were weird, in that they came with only a bed, and so I went out after the first day of class and went to a flea market and bought some dressers and hutches and stuff and I wound up sitting there in the hotel room after the last day of class wondering what I was going to do with all this furniture. I decided I'd deal with it in the morning.

There was a teeny grocery store in the town, nominally a Fresh Market but crammed into a bitty, bodega-size storefront. I was in there at the florist's kiosk trying to buy some flowers for my mom, and there were these two little birds that had gotten in there, hopping around on the floor behind the counter (the storefront was open to the street during the day.) They looked like weird little chibi cardinals and I started talking baby talk at them "Ooh, wook at the widdwe biwdie!" and they leaped into the air and started making attack runs at my head. "Oh, don't bob your head at them and talk in a high-pitched voice," said the young girl putting my bouquet together, "They interpret that as a threat display and a challenge."

And then I woke up.

Monday, October 28, 2013

Snowden is just the gift that keeps on giving...

Angela Merkel is all finger-wavy over finding out that the U.S. government has been listening in on her phone conversations as though she were Russian or something:
The German leader said she told Obama last week that eavesdropping among friends "is never acceptable." 
...apparently tone-deaf to the fact that it was British eavesdropping on American transatlantic diplomatic cables that resulted in the interception of a telegram from a certain Foreign Secretary Arthur Zimmerman.

No, you can look it up: The Brits had cut the Jerries' transoceanic telegraph cables, but we let the Boche use ours so that they could communicate with their ambassador in Washington regarding President Wilson's* peace proposals. We must have looked about as naive as Angela does when we found out they'd also been using our lines to transmit Texas real estate offers to President Carranza.

Anyhow, enough with the history lesson... Back here in the 21st Century, there are two ways the president could have dealt with the chancellor's chiding accusation: Brazen it out with a "tough noogies, this is the NFL" response or admit it and apologize and promise never to do it again. Faced with that pair of alternatives, Obama predictably picked choice number three and ordered waffles with a side of prevarication. Essentially, Obama's response to Merkel's accusations was to claim that yes, he'd stopped beating his wife.

Meanwhile, Tsar Vladimir I's court just laughs and laughs.



*And isn't Barry turning into a splendid 21st analogue of The Odious Wilson? A fact that must be making the bigoted old elitist technocrat spin in his grave...