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Because, dude, I have some senior Senate staff members coming to my range to play with guns instead of passing healthcare legislation for a firearms demonstration. I also have remedial shooters, and have to qualify some freakin' mucketymuck from Headquarters.
I'm going to be too busy to post anything worth talking about, so I will leave you with the following topics for discussion instead:
The total saturation of social media in all aspects of our daily lives.
Discuss... I'll be back later... probably in a highly agitated state.
Because of the fact that I work in gun world, I frequently get odd email from some of my colleaegues who have... what I like to call "an unhealthy relationship with firearms". I have shared some of the email that gets passed around with you before... I thought that I would share another one with you today.
The Top Ten Reasons Men Prefer Guns Over Women:
#10. You can trade an old 44 for a new 22.
#9. You can keep one gun at home and have another for when you're on the road.
#8. If you admire a friend's gun and tell him so, he will probably let you try it out a few times.
#7. Your primary gun doesn't mind if you keep another gun for a backup.
#6. Your gun will stay with you even if you run out of ammo.
#5. A gun doesn't take up a lot of closet space.
#4. Guns function normally every day of the month.
#3. A gun doesn't ask , "Do these new grips make me look fat?"
#2. A gun doesn't mind if you go to sleep after you use it.
And the number one reason a gun is favored over a woman....
#1. YOU CAN BUY A SILENCER FOR A GUN.
So here I am.
At my desk in my sweaty workout gear... It's 7 A.M. and my shooters will be here to qualify in 30 minutes. Before we shoot for qualification, I have a class to teach on the use of force. You might be asking why I am blogging when I should be dressed and prepping for my class right now... if you're asking... I have a little story to tell you.
Almost three hours ago, I got out of bed, took a shower, brushed my teeth, etc... and then went into the kitchen, where I loaded/unloaded the dishwasher. I then went into the basement, where I folded last night's laundry, which included Soccer Girls' T-shirt that she needs for day camp today, and the polo shirts that I wear as part of my uniform. Next, I proceeded to iron my trousers, because I like to look good at work... that is before we start moving ammo crates etc... Finishing all of my tasks took until 5 AM, which is when I left the house (after taking the garbage out).
I drove to Alexandria (about 15 miles north on I-95, for those that aren't local) in good time and then parked in the lot near where I work, and did a 40 minute walk, while listening to Michael Jackson's greatest hits (Smooth Criminal has the perfect cadence for my stride, by the way). I cut my workout short, because I knew I had to get ready to get started... so I dashed off to my building and started taking my gear out of the car.
That's when it happened.
I was taking my uniform out of the car when I realized the the shirt on the hanger was NOT my black-polo-shirt-with-a-silver-and-black-badge, but a navy-blue-polo-shirt-with-Donald-Duck-where-the-badge-should-be!
So... how do you think my morning is going?
***Addendum*** I just found out that I have two remedial shooters coming to the range as well, this morning. What fun.
I'm not at all surprised by some of the names that you fine folks have come up with for my new service pistol (which is breaking in nicely with about 600 rounds through it so far). There were some really great suggestions, and one or two that left me a little befuddled (I'll leave it to you to figure which was which.
Before I tell you which name I selected, let me show you the names that were submitted... there are a few comments that I need to make about some of them
Marilyn (as in Monroe):Truthfully, I couldn't get used to that because my gun is a tool of death and violence... it's edges are all hard and no-nonsense, which is totally opposite to various aspects of the late Ms. Monroe... that, and I don't really have a thing fro blondes... well, most blondes.
Luke (as in Cool Hand): Would you believe that I never saw that movie? It would seem to apply, but it just wasn't what I was looking for.
So far, I have received quite a few suggestions for names for my new
pistol, and some of them are really good, but you still have time to get your in before the deadline.
If you are dropping by at my blog after reading my post at Sunshine’s blog, scroll down or follow this link to see what I am talking about.
Remember, the deadline is midnight, tonight, so keep the suggestions coming.
The prize for the winner will be an autographed target that I shoot with my newly-named pistol… and a special mention on shoot ‘em up Friday.
As I mentioned a few days ago, I have a new service pistol. What I didn't tell you, is that I have the tendency to give my guns names. Since I don't give a new gun the same name as a retired gun, I have to have a name for the new one.
This is where you come in.
I am looking for suggestions for my new pistol's name. I will entertain suggestions through Monday, July 21st, after which I will make a selection.
Entries may be sent via post comment or by email to gunfighter1173 at gmail.com
If I pick your entry (multiple entries are not only allowed, they are encouraged!), I will send you a personalized target, shot by me with the pistol that you have named.
So get to it, friends, Daddy's pistol needs a new name!
I have never made any bones about the fact that I am one of the least technologically savvy men on the planet. Well, at least in the developed world, anyway. I'm not the guy to ask about computer servers, memory, POP connections, or any of that stuff. I didn't set up the pc in our home. I never set the clocks on the VCR's (when we used such things). My wife's laptop is light-years more advanced than mine, which might have something to do with the twelve hundred dollar disparity in price, but I digress. I know people that talk about computers in terms that make my head spin after three sentences. I am in awe of the things that other people know that I don't know... which probably has a lot to do with me deeply ingrained educational inferiority complex.
Anyway, my problem isn't one of programming... today, my problem is about Site-meter. I got my weekly report from those fine folks who monitor my blog and tell me how many people are visiting and all sorts of things... and you know what? according to them, I had no visitors last week.
Now, I am am not so egotistical to think that my blog gets lots of traffic. It doesn't. I realize that my life is neither exciting nor glamorous... or even interesting to most people. It isn't. I realize that many of my more savvy blogging pals read my blog via Google reader or bloglines or subscription or other means (or just don't read anymore), but I can't accept that NO ONE read, or even visited my blog last week.
Is sitemeter just f***ing with me?
In other news, I got a new gun on Friday. There, that ought to excite the search engines. A brand new pistol, right out of the box, and she's all mine. Well, that's not really true. She belongs to Uncle Sam... but my uncle, being a swell fellow, has given her into my care.
It was with some sadness that I turned in my old pistol (it was only four years old, but VERY well-used), but this new gun is of a larger caliber (bigger bullets make bigger holes, you see), and has a few features that that old one didn't have. She's a beauty (pronounced bewdy, if you are in Australia), she is. Have a look:
I won't bother with nomenclature or anything like that, but I will say this: I put three hundred fifty six rounds through it on Friday morning, and she shoots well. Very well.
We went to church as per usual yesterday, and Mrs Gunfighter had the luxury of sitting in the pew without soccergirl or me, as sg was acolyte, and I was the assisting minister. What made this day particularly fun was that we had a supply pastor (guest pastor for those that don't habla the Lutheran) who is originally from Ghana. Pastor Edward was pretty cool, if a little long-winded. He gave a great sermon, made so much better because of his African accent. A self-deprecating man, he made us laugh several times during the service, but the funniest thing that happened took place during Communion.
Now, I know that some of my readers are adherents to the Roman Church, and therefore usually have wafers at communion, and some of my readers are of the LDS church, still others are Baptists, Jewish, non-denominational Christians, and other assorted groups and or non-believing heathens, heck, I even have readers that are Republicans (you know that I love all of you equally, though, right?, especially the heathens). Well, in our church, during communion we use bread, and as communion is served, the Pastor breaks off a piece of bread, about the size of a quarter, or a half-dollar (remember those?) hands it to the parishioner and says: "The body of Christ, given for you" and them moves to the next person. Well, yesterday, Pastor Edward was tearing huge, and I mean huge, pieces of bread. So large that some of the communicants had to hurriedly tear the pieces into smaller pieces and bolt them down by the time I followed with the wine, saying: "The blood of Christ, shed for you" while trying not to laugh all the while. After doing this for a while, Pastor Edward looked at me and said, are there many more people?( we were a little more than halfway done) and I said to him, "almost half are left, you might want to go smaller" Which he found quite humorous... I suppose he was trying to use as much of the bread as possible. Almost twenty four hours later, and I am still laughing about it, even as I type this.
There, conjure with that for a while. I have a date with my new Sig.
A few weeks ago, I bought this DVD, figuring that I would give it a watch some evening when I had some time on my hands... you know, like before I fall asleep in my rocking chair. I bought it at Wal-Mart, paying something like thirteen dollars for it... so I didn't feel particularly pressured to see it in a hurry.
Well, I watched it last week, and I have to tell you... I'm not exactly sure what to think. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this not-quite-a-gem of a movie, here is the premise: Jodie Foster plays the host of a Talk-Radio show who who, along with her fiance, were attacked by a camera wielding gang of thugs in a New York city park. Foster is badly beaten and in a coma for three weeks... the fiance, played by Naveen Andrews, is beaten to death.
When Foster is released from the hospital she, quite understandably, sees the world, and the city of New York through new eyes. She does something that she never considered before... she bought a handgun. At first, the gun was something that she wanted to have to protect herself, but when she had the bad luck to be in a convenience store when a man came in and shot the clerk to death, she killed the perpetrator in order to defend herself. Not sticking around to talk to the police about what she had done (with an illegal weapon), she began a string of vigilante killings.
Starting with two punks on a subway train (a` la ), she shoots her way through several less-than-nice people, including one who is the nemesis of the very detective that is working on the vigilante case... and who is a potential love interest for Foster.
Foster, in her grief and rage, also experiences a great deal of guilt, and in the movie's final scene, she goes to kill the people who assaulted her and murdered her fiance... but not before telling the investigating detective where she is going.
In the final scene, Foster kills two of her three assailants, but before she can kill the third, the Detective (played by Terrance Howard), gives her his gun in order to make the scene indicate that the dead men are the vigilante killers.
The bottom line for me is that I never go and see police movies or crime dramas of any sort in the theater as they are so formulaic... and usually so not like reality that I can't be bothered to watch them. This movie was as formulaic as the rest, but overall it wasn't a bad way to spend the hour and a half that it took to watch it from the comfort of my rocking chair. The only real problem I had with the movie is that the gun-play is so incredibly bad that it offends me in a professional way. Start with the picture on the movie poster at the top of this page... Ms Foster... with her finger on the trigger of a pistol, is pointing said pistol at either her feet or other body parts. To put it mildly, this sort of behavior is contraindicated.
Anyway, good fun for a little while. If you watch it, you probably won't hate it... unless movie violence bothers you.