Friday, July 25, 2014

Propaganda War...

At the sound of the beep...

Last Thursday I showed up at the range a little after they'd finished mowing, but the joint was already jumping (at least for midday weekday.)

The south bay was taken, and I arrived at the north bay at the same time as a guy who was setting up to function-fire a few boxes of ammo through his new 20-gauge autoloader. He was setting up at... 15 yards? Anyway, farther back than I usually did, but no matter; drawing to a small target was the point anyway.

My first draw-and-fire a single shot showed that I had a problem: The timer thought I'd fired a three-shot string. There was no way the mic on the timer could ignore the gauge blazing away ten feet to my left. Shotmaxx to the rescue! Time to try out the inertia sensor mode; that way the timer senses the shots by the motion of the recoil rather than the sound of the shot. It worked brilliantly.

Before too long, the folks in the south bay left and I moved over there. It was possible to shoot in the shade if I didn't mind shooting from... twenty... something? yards. Or was it fifteen? I had no idea.

Since I was shooting in the shade, I took off the gun burkha. I had a couple good times, despite the longer range to the plates.
When I returned on Monday, the south bay was unoccupied and I went straight there. This time I'd stopped at Home Despot on the way and had a new toy...
How far were the plates? About that far.(If this laser proves useful, I'm going to hand it over to Bobbi for home carpentry use and get a proper rangefinder.)
It was getting a little warm and sticky in the sun, so I only did twenty runs, but was rewarded with improved times from under the burkha.
Before I left, I pulled out the Walther PPX to put another fifty rounds through it. I dinged the plates for a bit with a box of TulAmmo and had no malfunctions. According to my notebook, this makes 600 rounds through the PPX.

Anyhow, gotta get back to the range today. Gotta keep showing up on the regular.

Neat Stuff

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Brownells wants you!

Gratuitous Gun Pr0n #100...

Smith & Wesson Model of 1955 .45 Target, made in 1956

Well, Cheryl Ladd kidnapped another bunch...

Lead story on the national news this morning, miraculously enough, was Air Algerie 5107. How NBC determined a jetliner vanishing with 150+ souls aboard to be more important than a prank on an NYC bridge, I'll never know.

Am I the only person who's frustrated that none of the stock photos of planes in Air Algerie livery are actually of an MD-83? That's, like, a plane aspie thing, isn't it?

Someone vandalized the navel of the world!

From the urgency of the lengthy report on the Today show this morning, you'd have thought someone had infiltrated the Smithsonian, stolen the Wright Flyer and crashed it into the White House while yelling "Allahu Akhbar!" Instead, somebody had swapped some flags.

NYPD cops were swarming over the Brooklyn Bridge, even (or so the on-the-scene reporter breathlessly intoned) "counter-terrorism officers", all to investigate someone changing the flags atop the bridge towers. I realize this is kinda close to NBC's flagpole at 30 Rock, but you don't see CNN losing their collective fecal matter every time the "T" goes missing off the tower at Georgia Tech, now, do you, Matt Lauer?

And why the freakout this time? The rest of the nation scratches its head.

Man, there's no omphaloskepsis like Manhattan omphaloskepsis.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Gratuitous Gun Pr0n #99...

I've long had a soft spot for the S&W 3rd Gen pistols. The CS9 was one of the last, and the most easily-toted of the bunch. In the Eighties, you had to pay a mint to get a custom 'smith to do this to a S&W 39.

Pretty creative...

Wanna send a pizza to some IDF soldiers? DoubleTapper will help you get a pie to them.

What a fascinatingly interconnected world it is.

Once upon a time...

Once upon a time, I used to work in a one-hour photo lab in a drug store. (This was before I worked in the free-standing one-hour photo lab in what used to be, I think, a Taco Bell, but that's neither here nor there....)

Anyhow, every now and again a customer, usually (but not always) a woman, would come up and start to drop off a roll of film with us, and then suddenly think better of it and ask if she could drop it into the slot where it was sent off to our overnight photo service instead.

A quizzically raised eyebrow on my part would usually be responded to with a blush and a "Well, you know, it's those kind of pictures..."

"Ah," I'd reply. "In that case, you'd probably be better off leaving the roll with us. I mean, sure, me and Kristen will see them but... Look, if you drop that film in there, it goes to a big building full of people; it's not like it gets developed by a little elf in a tree someplace."

And it's true. I've known more than one person who worked in overnight bulk photo processing facilities who had the most amazing albums full of color glossy 8"x10" photos of strangers doing things that would turn you white.

That's why this story doesn't even nudge my surprise-o-meter.


Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Speaking of the shirt-pocket camera...

Walking the bikes across the Indiana Avenue bridge over Fall Creek, I noticed activity on the water below and somewhat upstream:
What was making those ripples in the polluted creek?
I utilized the new camera's improved zoom capabilities over my previous shirt pocket camera:
Jellicoe was about to cross Scheer's T!

Imported juice.

Someone had asked about battery life on the new shirt pocket camera earlier, so...

Immediately after snapping this pic of a Kawasaki Versys while out bicycling to Kroger today, I went to zoom in for a tighter shot and the screen went white with a polite note informing me the camera was powering down due to a low fuel tank.

The battery was last charged over two weeks ago while I was in New Hamster, and since then I've taken just shy of 250 photos with it, as well as a fair amount of general futzing around figuring out all the menus and trick effects and whatnot. I am not displeased.

It was hot and humid... I didn't go to the range today.

If it was going to be hot and humid all week, I would have sucked it up and gone, but it's supposed to be pretty glorious weather Thursday and Friday. Dunno if I can wait that long, though. If it's not raining buckets tomorrow, I reckon I'll go put in an hour.

...and a gold house and a rocket car.

I'm trying to write up a list of the names of people I wouldn't kill for $23,000,000,000, and I gotta tell you, gentle reader, I'm coming up empty-handed so far.

I'm glad I quit smoking when I did, because this is getting whack. The absolute irrationality of that jury verdict (and the way that irrationality passes without comment in the national media) should scare you. It ain't far from there to the tumbrels.

How does that work?

How does that work? Does entering the IDF not require taking an "oath, affirmation or other formal declaration" to the State of Israel? Or are our armed forces archaic with all the oath-taking and joining Zahal is more like getting hired at WallyWorld? "Okay, fill out your W4. Here's your flak vest. Now your friends will think you're a ninja when you show them the dumb way we're gonna teach you to carry a pistol."

Monday, July 21, 2014

Overheard in the Office...

RX: "Who is John Stamos?"

Me: "I don't know who the hell John Stamos is; I'm long past the point where People magazine turned into Who Are These People? magazine."

Pass the popcorn...

Overheard in the Office...

Roomie makes a Modest Proposal...
RX: "'Mounds of poop along the borders?' If we would do that with Mexico, we might not be in so much trouble. If everybody in Texas and Arizona went down to the border and took a steaming dump..."

Nashorn, sarvikuono, nosorog, 犀牛

The rhinos are not the most active of creatures despite, like your humble correspondent, looking like they could use a bit of Zumba. Supposedly they spend about a third of their waking hours doing what you see in the picture above. Dominant bulls have slightly less naptime because they have to patrol the borders of their turf. Fun fact: Dominant bulls will mark their territory with mounds of poop along the borders. Also, a bunch of rhinos is called a "crash".

Sunday, July 20, 2014

One of my favorite planes...

It's just such an improbable-looking little thing, from a time when aviation technology was advancing by leaps and bounds. The P-26's first flight was in 1932. Fifteen years later, the U.S. Army Air Corps would have morphed through the U.S. Army Air Forces into the United States Air Force, privates would be airmen, and we'd be flying swept-wing jets.

By contrast, the current F-15 Eagle fleet (now Boeing products as well, thanks to aviation industry conglomeration and consolidation) is as much as thirty years old and more. Heck, there's a larger spread of time between the first flight of the F-22 Raptor and today than there is between the first flight of the P-26 Peashooter and the F-86 Sabre jet.

(H/T to Pergelator.)

Why are cheetahs listed as "vulnerable" by IUCN?

Because everyone knows cheetahs will never prosper.
This one was chillin' over by the fence where they can occasionally get glimpses of the plains game; kudu, zebra, and wildebeest apparently being the equivalent of cat TV. However, from probably a good 75 yards away, it became aware of me pointing the camera...

Much like its smaller relative, F. catus, power napping is a favorite activity of  A. jubatus.

Guns of August

There are some pretty belligerent words getting tossed around on the TV in the next room.

Gratuitous Gun Pr0n #98...

 I needed this picture where I could link it elsewhere. Don't mind me. Carry on.

FN FNS-9 with, um, slightly carried away stippling job. It's like every time the guy got to a border, he didn't like the way it looked, and so he'd stipple a little more until he'd eventually stippled the whole frame.
FNS-9 fits RCS Phantom for M&P 9 like it was made for it.

What immortal hand or eye?

 What a glorious animal...
I could spend all day watching tigers...

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Bear pics...

Half of the grizzlies at the zoo were being very photogenic. (The other one turned his back to the crowd, took a huge dump, and then went and took a nap.)

I love the expression here.

Watch the skies!

Has a side job posing for the California state flag.

Ouch. (But a happy Ouch.)

Long day. Left the house with Shootin' Buddy before 0900 and pedaled to Petite Chou Bistro in Broad Ripple proper for brunch.
Brunch out on the terrace at Petite Chou.
From there, we bicycled all the way down the Canal Towpath until we picked up the White River Greenway down by the Naval Armory.
This is not where Indiana's war reserve of belly buttons is kept. #IStandCorrected
From there, it was down into the city until we crossed Fall Creek and could pick up the Cultural Trail and take it to White River Park, where we crossed the river on the Washington Street bridge and went to the zoo.
Good view of the skyline crossing Fall Creek.
After zooing, we retraced our route to Broad Ripple and had lunch at 317 Burgers, before proceeding to the Indiana Microbrewers Festival and wandering around sampling the wares from brewers near and far. (Mostly near, but Stone had a booth.)
The new orangutan exhibit at the Indy zoo might be the coolest thing I've ever seen in a zoo.
And now home, after a round trip of some 27-ish miles. I am sore, tired, and I have a mess of photos to sort out.
Everything that could have a bicycle locked to it had a bicycle locked to it. All the way around the building and every nearby traffic sign and the fence out on the Monon Trail. I've never seen so many bikes at a non-bicycle-specific event. I guess finding designated drivers is hard.
But I'm happy. Because I have to say it was a good day. (I didn't have to use my AK.)

Automotif XXXVII...

Parked in the same lot as the '40-something Dodge is this sweet-looking C3, a '71 smallblock, I am told. I've driven past it almost every day for more than a month, and finally just pulled the Zed into the lot at Nygaard's and pulled out the shirt-pocket Nikon. I need to pedal over there with the grownup camera.

Um, hello and or duh?

The NBC reporter on the scene in Gaza (I think it was Richard Engel but my eyes don't focus too good before 0800) this morning acknowledged that rocket attacks on Israeli citizens were ongoing during the ground offensive, intoning that "The sirens will sound and the citizens will seek shelter, but here in Gaza, the citizens have no underground shelters..."

"That's because they're all full of Hamas fighters and reloads for the rocket launchers!" I blurted at the simpleton on the screen.

Jesus, the reason the British could seek shelter in the Underground during the Blitz is because it wasn't full of parked Spitfires hiding from the Jerries.