Archive for April 13th, 2011
My grandmother Jones took me to see a movie at HQS in, wikipedia tells me, 1981. I went with her and a friend of hers; they enjoyed the movie, and I thought it was cool to watch a boat sink (still think it should have caught fire). The loons! The loons!
Perhaps as penance for subjecting me to this crude torture, she took me to a record store and changed my life. I really didn’t know what kind of music I wanted or liked; I asked mom for KISS, I got Yellow Submarine (looking back, I’d say she made a wise choice; second grade was no time for KISS). Somehow, my grandmother bought a tape of a certain classic album. I knew nothing of Rush, what the lyrics were about, but my ten-year-old self played the ever-living shit out of that tape; In particular, Tom Sawyer, Red Barchetta, and YYZ.
Before ESL, everything was either what my parents listened to or what was on the radio. After ESL, I could leave planet Earth at will (as long as the batteries lasted).
Thanks for that!
It appears CheyTac has, or is, going under. This guy’s restraint is amazing; if I spent $22000+ on a rifle system that wouldn’t feed, wouldn’t shoot, and couldn’t keep the magazine in place, I’d be livid.
CheyTac, if you recall, was the wonder-rifle maker that only sold de-tuned rifles to civilians. Fuck ‘em.
Sure! Let’s have a meeting about this fucking email! I’ve got nothing but time! No deadlines ahead, no cocksucking PMs waiting in the wings!