Archive for April 2011
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,
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.
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.
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.
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.