Archive for April 2012
My road flare weighs a ton
I picked up a couple of the “My UZI weighs a ton” cigars a while back, and finally got around to smoking them. They were both wide open with almost no draw resistance, burning to the last third in near-record times; I’ve had road flares burn longer. I’m used to the NUB line, which is a slow smoke the size of your thumb; the UZI is the same diameter, with probably the same amount of tobacco, but almost three times the length. Whatever. The flavor profile was flat with notes of cardboard in the first third, developing into a flavor-free second third. I tossed the last third of both of these out. If this is a full-bodied stick, I don’t know what you guys are smoking.
Meanwhile, in Croatia
I should talk to Joe about adding this to the kickoff.
Well, it works.
The Flickr app is hilariously bad, but everything else is Good Enough. Of course, I still hate soft keyboards – iPad is for browsing, not typing.
Prep work
I bought 120 rounds of ammo for Joe’s rifle, and he bought 500 for mine. Something is wrong here, I can’t quite figure out what.
Of course, the 120 rounds of 300 win mag were about equal to 500 rounds of 223 in terms of price.
(I agreed to loan my 223 to someone who didn’t have a rifle for Saturday, so Joe bought ammo for them. A few days later, I borrowed Joe’s rifle for Sunday, so I had to buy ammo for that)
Well, bye
I didn’t so much switch as Windows 8 is not something I want to participate in.
That and multiple recent hardware failures caused me to re-evaluate spending time and money fixing my PC or moving on. I choose to move.
On the radio
I heard an ad on the radio the other day for “rimfire enthusiasts”; the ad was for Nikon Prostaff line of scopes. I’d never heard an ad for riflescopes on the radio before, but there it was.
It’s hard to overcome training.
Watch from 0:03 to 0:10 seconds; even though his car has no front wheels (having recently ejected), as the driver starts to slide into the wall, he’s cranking the wheel over trying to save himself from the impact. It is possible he doesn’t know the wheels are gone, but I think he would have seen them shoot off along with the sudden scraping noise.
Another day, another KB!
This one a 1917 Eddystone. This is why you wear eyepro. He’s bruised and mostly OK; the rifle rather less so.
Pineland
Interesting write-up of a real, live alternate-history city/state right here in the US. Pretty cool idea.
