I got out the door today right around noon to go shoot some trap.
Haven’t done that in a while. It’s been about 15 months I guess.
So, I tracked down my shotgun, found a pile of about 600 rounds of #7.5 12 gauge shells, grabbed a four-pack and headed off to the range.
Two minutes later I was there. God, is that ever nice!
I only shot one round. I shot an 8. 8! I need to get out there more.
Not much to post about lately. While I’m interested in what’s going to happen with regards to Parker it’s going to be some time before the Supreme Court considers the case.
I have no idea what the timelines on these things are, either, so I’m just going to let the commentary run and I’ll pick back up on it if the Supreme Court grants cert.
Other than that… I don’t have much to post along the regular topics I usually do on here. Life’s been busy.
We’re almost done painting the kitchen. Just a few spots that need some extra coats. It seems that whoever painted before us didn’t use any primer, so, some areas are taking extra paint.
A cat jumped out the window on Saturday evening while we weren’t looking. The woman has since then installed the screens on any windows we might open up. We found the cat on Sunday night just before midnight in the neighbor’s backyard. That wasn’t fun.
I got a 3 foot metal stake drilled into the backyard now that the snow is gone for us to tie Chuck Norris to. That’s making letting him out to “eliminate” a lot easier.
We got a Nintendo Wii last week. That’s been fun, except for the Super Monkey Ball game we bought. That one should be called Super Monkey Fucking Annoying.
You know what? I really need a trip to the range. I think Saturday is going to involve some trap shooting.
Look to SayUncle for a decent round-up of blogging on it. No need for me to repeat all those links.
In short the 30 year old Washington DC handgun ban has been ruled unconstitutional by the Fifth Circuit Court.
Most importantly, however, was that in the majority opinion they affirmed that the 2nd amendment insures an individual right and not a collective one. Or, put another way they said that the words “A well regulated militia being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed” means that the right is secure by the people.
Imagine that. The words “the right of the people” actually referring to the rights of the people.
By golly, the legal logic they must have had to jump through to come to that conclusion must be astounding!
I’ll comment more on this later. Anythin I’ve tried puttting together at this point is rather rambling and not well formed.
I’ve had a CETME now since October 2003 and it’s never been fired, at least not in my hands.
It’s failed to go into battery for one reason or another and I’ve never taken the time to fix it.
Until now.
On the advice of Misha step 1 is to replace the recoil spring. So, I ordered up a complete recoil assembly a few weeks ago and it arrived yesterday.
Upon initial inspection I’m unsure of just how I’m supposed to get the original CETME assembly off the stock. Upon closer inspection I see that the replacement part doesn’t exactly match the original, so I expect I’ll have to do some hand fitting or replace the stock itself.
Pictures will follow as I work my way through this.
One of my biggest beefs with the AR-15 is that the magazines are pretty flimsy in general. AK magazines, on the other hand, tend to be sturdy as all get-out which is a major reason why I prefer it as a “go-to” or SHTF rifle.
I got a few parts to fix up my CETME today and with them I ordered up some G3 magazines for it. They seem pretty sturdy to me, but I’d like to see how much they can be kicked around and chewed on before they give up the ghost. So, I’ll keep 9 of the mags for my control group and one will be literally cast to the hounds for torture:
I figure if he can’t fuck it up there’s very little I can do that will.
I’ve seen this from more than one radio station, but it hit me again this weekend and reallly irked me.
I’m driving around listening to the radio and I’m on a local country station: Thunder 94.5. It’s a station full of new country music which is mostly a rock/country hybrid. During one of their breaks they did one of their little self-promo bits and it went something like this:
You’re listening to Thunder 94.5 where we play New Country! Not the same old stuff as B93!
Morons.
First, B93, 93.7FM, is the top country station in the area. There’s a darned good chance that if you’re listening to 94.5 then 93.7 is also on your radio’s saved stations list.
Congrats, you’ve just insulted a vast majority of your own listeners taste in music.
Second, and this is the one that really gets me, you just mentioned the name of your #1 competitor on the air. While you weren’t playing music. Unsurprisingly this reminded me to change the channel to your competition because they might actually be playing music instead of thumping their chests.
They were, and my dial was stuck there for quite some time.
Your little cunning plan didn’t work out so well, and it never will, because when you mention your competition while you’re not delivering the goods that I want I’m quite likely to put forth the .48 seconds worth the work and change the freaking channel.
Thus ends today’s lesson in shit not to do in the radio business.
One of my tech buddies has whipped up a new site: WorkoutDump.com. It’s basically an online log book for runners at this point.
Looks like both my brother and father are using it at this point.
Seems like a pretty cool idea. My brother keeps trying to shame me into getting back in shape and running the Chicago marathon this year. If I decide to make a go at it I’ll probably end up using this tool to keep track of progress.
I got booted out of the office on Friday around 3pm. See, word came down that a storm was heading this way so the booted those of us out that have long commutes.
It’s really nice working with and for folks that put their employees first.
I got back to Grand Rapids a fair bit over an hour later and stopped at my local pub for a beer or two before I made that final jog home. Perhaps not the best use of my time, but that’s what I did.
There’s a regular there upwards of 65 years old that refers to me as “gun nut.” Jokingly, of course, as he’s about as bad as I am when it comes to this hobby. I plopped down at the bar and he struck up a conversation. Turns out he just ordered himself a side-by-side 20 gauge CZ shotgun.
Me: “Not bad! I’ve got one myself. They’re made in Turkey by a company called Huglu.”
Him: “I thought CZ was in the Czech Republic?”
Me: “Oh, yeah, they are. They make some good guns but all of their shotguns are made by Huglu in Turkey and imported by CZ under their name. There’s an entire town out there in Turkey that makes them. It’s the only place to work in the town which is why they’re all engraved by hand.”
The couple of guys sitting around us noticed this interchange, and noticed that I knew a thing or two about firearms.
The gent to my right mentions that he’s got an “old CZ military pistol.. a CZ, uhm, 52, yeah, a CZ-52. Shoots fast! Little 95 grain bullet. I chrono’ed it at like 1900fps!”
Me: “Yep, the 7.62x25mm cartridge. Fun little bugger.”
Thus began about an hour of gun talk.
God bless America.
Yesterday while I was out in the driveway futzing with a plow truck with one of my brothers the other was inside keepin the woman company.
And helping take down the last of some drywall in the kitchen.
Seeing as how that job was done, and yesterday we had purchase a bunch of paint, I awoke this morning to find a roller practically shoved into my hand.
Long story short, the kitchen and dining room have been primed and painted. Mostly. We still need to slap a 2nd coat over the cabinets and probably a 3rd one below them, but it’s mostly done.
Going from stark white to “cranberry zing” is a pretty big change, but I like it.
We had a good ‘ole storm pass through on Friday night which meant plenty of snow.
And about 3 foot drifts in our driveway. I came home before the woman and simply powered the Jeep through the mess, then got to work on it with a shovel so she wouldn’t get stuck.
Today I called up my brother and we grabbed the plow truck to clear the bugger out good and proper. Well, that was the plan.
We got the truck stuck in the driveway fairly early on. Using some plywood scraps I had laying around we got some traction on it and freed it. Attempting to futher clear out the driveway we got it stuck again. This time it wasn’t coming out. So, with a plow truck blocking off 3/4th of my driveway we hopped in the Jeep and slammed through some snow 12″ higher than what the plow truck was stuck in, headed back to the family business (which isn’t running plow trucks) to grab a few 5 gallon buckets of salt.
Upon return we found that that didn’t work either.
About that time a fellow in a grey GMC swings by and asks if we want him to help us out. Well, I’d be a fool to turn down free help at this point. I accept. Turns out he’s the neighbor on the other side of my house, not the one that previously helped me snow-blow the driveway.
Wonderful… so now twice I’ve had neighbors stop by because they figured I was an idiot in a pinch.
At least they’re friendly to the new guy. That’s nice.
After that ordeal I went back inside, sat down to have a drink, and took Chuck Norris out to shit in the front yard. It was then that I saw him start to work on his own driveway. While he’s got a nice big GMC truck to attach a plow onto he uses something else: A friggen front-end loader with an 8 foot wide bucket on it.
Wondered what that thing was for. Guess I know now.
I think I’m going to like my neighbors. Just hope they like me.
I need a friggen tractor. That much has occured to me today.
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