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Archive for April 2011

In which the end is near

Government cash handouts account for a whopping 79% of household growth since 2007,

an estimated 59% of the 308.7 million Americans in this country get at least one federal benefit,

Government Cash Handouts Now Top Tax Revenues

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Written by Ry Jones

21 April 2011 at 6:41

In which I feel icky

you exist to ferry around your microbes:

Each person shelters about 100 trillion microbes. (For comparison, the human body is made up of only about 10 trillion cells.)

so, you’re 1/11th you, 10/11ths microbal hangers-on.

Written by Ry Jones

20 April 2011 at 22:04

Posted in Life

In which tax day is a happy day

Once again, the chaps at Gemtech are doing the Gemtax promo: if you buy a Trek T in the next two weeks, they’ll pay the $200 transfer tax. Quite a deal! As I’ve already chosen QA cans over thread-ons, I’ll pass; however, if you haven’t picked a 5.56 can yet, the Trek T is a fine choice.

Written by Ry Jones

18 April 2011 at 2:00

Posted in Boomershoot, Idaho

In which interesting trivia is uncovered

I don’t know if it’s true, but it’s a nice story.

A table or a chair with only one leg can not remain stable. It was used once at the dangerous production of nitroglycerine. Process vessel was monitored by a worker on a one-legged chair, to prevent that he had been sleeping.

Written by Ry Jones

15 April 2011 at 17:35

Posted in Boomershoot

In which the hazy past is recounted, part one

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!

Written by Ry Jones

13 April 2011 at 19:55

Posted in Boomershoot, Family

In which the algorithm is realized

Written by Ry Jones

13 April 2011 at 18:52

Posted in Tech

In which nothing of value was lost

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.

Written by Ry Jones

13 April 2011 at 12:44

Posted in Shooting Stuff


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