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October 21, 2006
Four Guns
Question:
If you (had your choice of) could have only four guns, for life, what would they be? And why.
I'm curious.
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October 16, 2006
Eric The Shovel
Eric the Blade temporarily morphed into Eric the Shovel.
Me, Dax, Velociman, and T1G “camped out in the back�. It was double-fucking cold. After 3 hours of sleep, (it was too cold to sleep in the 8 person tent that Dax built…too far away from the fire…not his fault…we had no idea it was going to get that cold.), but I awoke with about a quarter of an inch of frost on my sleeping bag and no nuts. Brother Dax was still in a chair…Velociman was falling out of his…T1G was on the outside looking in. Did I say it was cold? Real damn cold! I mean really really damn cold. It was so cold we were burning everything in sight. Lucky for Eric we couldn’t see his wood flowerpots in the dark, or they would now be ash.
Anyway:
Eric tapped out about 2:30 am, and the aforementioned (including his wife), continued down the “doing shots� path until the birds were chirping. We were in rare form…laughing and freezing our Asses off at the same time.
7:00 am.
I look out of my bag and hear and see Eric. He’s standing there with a fucking shovel, a blade, and a gun tucked into the small of his back, and he says, “I want to know who fucked UP my wife�. Looked like the Grim Reaper.
Pay particular attention to “UP�, because that is the key.
It was all a joke, but he had me going for a while.
More later…. but I will say…I had a GREAT time, although the food sucked.
Just kidding!!!
I had about 15 hours of sleep in 5 days…for any of you who haven’t been to one of these blogmeets…I would suggest some practice and training beforehand. Also, come well armed.
I kid you not.
The bottom line:
No one was knifed, shot, or had the shit beat out of 'em with a shovel.
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October 11, 2006
Be Back Later
I'm heading to yet another Blogmeet hosted by Eric the Blade.
I’ve got my Brown Recluse (Loxosceles reclusa) around my neck and plenty of bullets....and a rocket.
BREAK LEFT!!!
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October 08, 2006
Velocity x Travel Time = Distance
Location Is Everything
I've been playing around with a new toy...A pocket Global Positioning System (GPS). It uses a network of satellites that continuously transmit information to it, so it is possible to precisely identify exactly where I am on Earth by measuring the distance from the satellites.
This technology was originally developed for the military, but now anyone can take advantage of it. Sweet.
In a nutshell, there are 3 basic segments to GPS.
1. The Space Segment which consists of the Satellites.
2. The Control Segment which consists of the Ground Stations
3. The User Segment which is me holding my new toy.
WHERE and how FAR AWAY:
My GPS toy only has to know two things:
1. Where the satellites are in orbit (location)
2. How far away they are from my unit (distance)
By knowing these two things, it can determine my position on earth. Kind of like counting the seconds between a lightning flash and thunder to determine how far away the storm is...I think. Time of Arrival.
Amazing!!!
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Acoustic Advantage
I gotta get one of these.
They only cost about 5 Billion each.
But, I'll take one of these with the photonics masts.
They only cost about 3 Billion each.
I'll save about 2 Billion, and get more Bad Bad Juju for the slap.
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October 07, 2006
Bottle Rocket To The Neck
St. Augustine, July 4th, 1976, Nighttime
We were on the 3rd floor balcony of an apartment overlooking the Matanzas River between the Bridge of Lions and the Castillo de San Marcos, drinking heavily, watching the flotilla, and shooting three foot bottle rockets. I was the head aimer. It was my job to ensure the launch trajectory was high enough to clear the crowd and the ships as they sailed by. We had about a hundred of these rockets, and after a few shots, I had my launcher rig dialed in. "DO NOT touch my rig", I told everyone. "It is perfect."
I went inside to get another beverage, and when I returned, some dumb ass was whooieing with my launcher. I told him to back off, and started to check the angle. It looked good to me, even though I was probably seeing two of em'; I really don't remember. Worst case, I'd have to make a minor adjustment. Wrong.
I slid another rocket down the tube, and lit her up. Well, that damn rocket went about 50 feet, and then did a downward sideways loop right into the crowd. It hit some guy right in the neck, and exploded. Ka Bam. He was down like a sack of potatoes.
Well, we all broke for the back door, and ran full tilt to the St. George Tavern a few blocks away, and continued our evening.
Later, we heard from a guy, who knew a guy, who knew another guy, who knew the paramedic on the scene. The guy who took the bottle rocket to the neck was OK, just some burns and bruising, and his equilibrium was whacked out for a while, but he made a full recovery.
To this day, I cannot believe we got away with that one.
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Remember One Thing
"Hurling yourself against that which you fear most is the only way to overcome it."
Be it a woman, financial problems, a dentist, heights, the dark, an addiction, or whatever...the only way to come to terms with your fears or problems is to face them head on.
If you don't, you are the problem. All problems can be solved.
I know some people who are having some difficulty with the realities of certain situations.
They need to get in the fucking game.
I'm just sayin'
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October 06, 2006
Train Tripping - 53 Hours
I use to go to Sacramento on business quite often. I finally figured out how to do it right. Instead of flying to SAC, I'd fly to Chicago (Midway), and get on the California Zephyr. Well that's not exactly true, it's not the Zephyr yet, it is just the train. It departs at 2:40 in the afternoon, does Iowa and Nebraska at night, and arrives in Denver at dawn. Once you've seen a mile of those two states, you've seen it all. Anyway, the train is watered, and then begins to slowly chug up and over the Rockies. High enough, the snow never melts. Then, your hauling ass downhill for Salt Lake City. The train arrives at dusk, it is watered again, more engines are brought forth and they split it into three trains. The train station in Salt Lake is very close to the Mormon Tabernacle, and if you've never seen it glowing at night, you are missing a beautiful sight.
The first third of the train (now the California Zephyr) presses forward across the High Sierra to SAC and on to San Francisco. The middle (now the Desert Wind) heads for Las Vegas and terminates in the city of Angels. Problem is, all the Angels out there left along time ago. The tail end (now the Pioneer) heads north for Seattle.
This is a great way to see the country, in my opinion. When I was doing my "train tripping", I could purchase a ticket for the same price as a one way flight to SAC. You get, a private "room" with two bunk beds, windows that open, a semi private head, and breakfast, lunch, and dinner - cruise ship style. Two seatings, early and late. Also, the Bar Car. It is transparent, open 24 hours, has a live band, and is just very very cool. Set up for maximum sightseeing.
It's about as much traveling fun you can have in 53 hours, and you will be Mooned... by all the rafters going down the Colorado river. It is custom.
This is a beautiful country, and if you must go to the Left Coast...this is the way to do it.
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