Archive for August, 2009

Use Enough Gun

Monday, August 31st, 2009

I don’t hunt but other members of the Buist family do and I’ve noticed a fair number of them tend to use something with a little more oomph than required for the game at hand.

I figure it must be genetic after seeing this:

Another Scot in the same unit eliminated a sniper by using a precision missile launcher which costs £70,000 to fire.

Sergeant Daniel Buist, of Arbroath, Angus, hit the insurgent hiding in a two-feet wide “murder hole” dug out of a wall.

The 34-year-old fired his Javelin launcher – only used in the “most desperate of situations” – to take out the sniper after seeing him shoot patrols.

Incredibly, his aim was so accurate he hit the enemy fighter without damaging the compound wall.

Emphasis mine.

In case you wondered what a Javelin was here’s a video:

Check your powder drops

Tuesday, August 25th, 2009

I believe I mentioned this before, but in the literature that came with my Lee Load-All II shotshell reloader it said that I didn’t need to bother measuring my powder drops. They’d already figured that out and had a nice little chart for me to refer to.

That didn’t sound right, and every reloading manual I’d ever read called BS on this, so I checked with my reloading mentor and he confirmed it: Don’t trust the damned chart. Get a scale.

So, I got one and popped in the bushing that should drop17.2 grains of Red Dot, dropped the powder, measured it, and I got 16.5 grains. Acceptable as I was going to load up a recipe that called for 17.0 grains of Red Dot. Used it for weeks like that, always checking the drop before loading up a box or two.

Today I venture into the basement to load up another box and with that same bushing in there, same bottle of powder, did a check on my powder drop that day: 16.0 grains. I checked it three times. I was tossing 16.0 grains instead of the usual 16.5.

Installed a bushing that was slightly larger than the previous and measured that one. It dropped my usual 16.5 grains of powder, checked it a couple of times, and then got to reloading.

So, now I’ve got a bushing in there that could, in theory, drop 17.7 or 17.8 grains of powder when the atmospheric conditions are right which would put me above the recommended charge for my components. So, now more than ever, it’s absolutely necessary that I check what its dropping before I do another batch.

That’s why you have to check this stuff.

Call of Duty: World at War

Monday, August 24th, 2009

So, I picked up a copy of this game for the XBOX 360 yesterday. I’d heard a bit about it and most of my friends play it, so I figured I should give it a go.

I played a little bit of the campaign mode so far, but that’s not what I want to tell you about. It’s the menu option that was calling out to me when I first popped the game in:

NAZI ZOMBIES

I love it. You’re basically trapped in a building with a few boarded up windows at the base level and wave after wave of zombies come after you. Unlike a proper zombie these can be defeated with multiple body shots, which is nice, because getting a head shot on a moving zombie with a bobbling head is harder than I’d previously imagined.

You start off with a 1911 and as you collect points for killing Nazi Zombies you can upgrade your weaponry by “purchasing” them from random chalk drawings on the wall. After each “wave” you have a little time to fix up the barricades on the windows but it doesn’t really clue you in to how much time you have so you’re constantly looking over your shoulder hoping nothing is there.

And when they are there it creeps me right the fuck out. Even creepier was sometime around wave 4 or 5 of the game when I had about 6 coming at me, armed with a 12 gauge coach gun, and I lobbed a grenade at them. The concussion shocked and disoriented me. When I came to I could see that they had all been hit and felt safe. Then I realized the grenade only took out their legs and the torsos were still crawling toward me with more coming in the windows.

“I’m fucked.” was the first thing I thought. This was immediately replaced with, “I need that fucking BAR RIGHT NOW!”

I popped a few Nazi Zombie creepy-crawlies with the shotgun, got the BAR, and laid waste to many more zombies but was eaten in the end after wave 6.

Yeah, I think I’ll be playing that game a lot in the next few days.

Bad Sign

Thursday, August 20th, 2009

The Gates Foundation sold off all their health care related stocks.

Cash for Clunkers Ends Monday

Thursday, August 20th, 2009

Well, I’ll be. Ford and GM announce that they’re spinning up overtime labor to keep up with the demand the program created and the Feds announce a few days later that they’re canning the program ahead of schedule.

That’s gotta throw a wrench into their plans.

Becoming a Dad

Wednesday, August 19th, 2009

When we learned that the wife was pregnant we ventured out a book store and gathered up some reading material. I’ve been slowly working my way through a couple of books as things progress. I will admit I’ve lost a little bit of interest in them over time because I feel like I’m getting hit with the Stupid Bat occasionally.

A couple of gems so far:

- If your wife get all hormonal and irrational and then yells at you it’s OK to just yell back. You’re not Ghandi!

Are you fucking kidding me? This woman is carrying my child. I raised my voice when giving her directions from the passenger seat the other day, a bit angry that she was talking over me, and I still feel like shit over it because it upset her. What idiot would tell a man to yell at his pregnant wife? Moron.

- Around this time (4 months pregnant) some men go out and buy firearms, sensing a need to protect the family. Thankfully most of them sell them before the child is born.

You can imagine I see a lot wrong with this. Now, I don’t like the idea of somebody running out and buying a gun without thinking the whole thing through, but I really hated reading this in the book. One would think the author would delve into safe weapons storage, where to get training, etc, but he doesn’t. He just dismisses it like it’s entirely irrational to want to defend your family with the best tools available.

Are you fucking shitting me? There’s a reason the male brain kicks into protection mode when the wife gets pregnant. She’s about to start waddling around like a penguin and after that she’s gonna get torn from V to A during the birth. She isn’t exactly able to flee a violent encounter. After the baby is born there’s another one in the nest that can’t flee either. I don’t want to sound all Ted Nugent-y here, but there are times to embrace that inner cave man and listen to him. That cave man instinct is right. Don’t ignore it.

Hell, I’ve got that part taken care of but I still see new threats every day to the safety of my child. I swear the wife wasn’t more than 2 months pregnant when I realized that the TV stand in the basement had to go. It’s possible that a toddler could pull it on themselves. Maybe. Kinda. I got a bit nutty about cribs when we were picking one out, wanting it to be as safe as possible. Hell, I plan on wrapping the crib up in netting to make sure no cat sits on the baby’s face and smothers it. Don’t even get me started on blankets and crib bumpers. Things you never thought about before start jumping out at you.

Oh, would it surprise anybody that the author of this particular book lives in Berkeley, CA? Yeah, didn’t think so. I should replicate the section where he talks about picking out a last name for your baby. Even he admits that he’s probably been living in Berkeley too long in that one.

Cash For Clunkers

Wednesday, August 19th, 2009

Well, we went and turned my 2000 Jeep Cherokee (19mpg highway) with upwards of 160,000 miles in to the CARS program a couple of weeks ago. We bought a spiffy Nissan Versa (34mpg highway) to replace it.

I think it’s absolutely ridiculous that the Jeep is going to be destroyed as part of the program. It was no prize vehicle, only valued at $3500 in a private transaction, but it was certainly serviceable and would have lasted for years. In fact, with the economic downturn that was my plan. In the last year or so I’ve probably put $2k into repairs on the thing figuring I’d drive it for a few more years until it was only worth about $500 and then get rid of it. Hell, there’s members of my own extended family that could have made good use of the vehicle.

Some folks think the program is just helping out the “rich” that can afford a new car payment, and there’s a bit of truth to that. We’re going to destroy about 700,000 vehicles currently driven by people that can afford a new car payment. That’s not helping the used car market any. I think the program would have been much better, and more fair, if we let the cars trickle down the line. Round 1: Cash for Clunkers but don’t destroy the vehicles. Round 2: Clunkers for Shitboxes. You submit your Shitbox to the program and you get a Clunker that’s in better shape for a couple hundred bucks or whatever to cover the paperwork costs. Round 3: Shitboxes for Unsafe Rust Buckets. Here you turn in a car that shouldn’t even be on the road for any one of the Shitboxes on the lot. Then we junk the unsafe cars.

If you want to spread the “wealth” around why not go whole hog and get everybody in on the deal so you get more votes in the next election? Maybe I should become a strategy planner for the Democrat’s.

Anyway, we’re pretty happy with the Versa so far. The dealership called me up last Friday and said we could pick it up even though the government hasn’t approved the funds for my Clunker trade-in yet. Perfect timing for us because the call came in just an hour before we planned to leave for a vacation up in the UP of Michigan. So, we put about 1200 miles on the car already and it’s working well. Had an issue with the power outlet in it but the dealership took care of that today.

Surprising, and this is one of the reasons we got the Versa, it’s more roomy on the inside than the Jeep Cherokee. Not kidding. There’s practically no trunk space but the back seat is plenty big enough to comfortably seat a couple of adults well over 6′ tall. This also means plenty of room for a car seat, something that the Jeep Cherokee isn’t really good for. Go figure. The econobox car has more interior room than my old SUV.

Kinda fun to drive too. I call it my little go-kart.

Oh, and for the record I don’t feel the least bit hypocritical about taking a government “handout” here. I remember looking at my end of year tax documents a few years back and realized I could have bought a very nice sedan, far better than what I actually bought here, with what I paid in income tax that year alone.

PSA

Wednesday, August 19th, 2009

You shouldn’t steal stuff, doubly so if you happen to be in Texas at the time.

You might get shot.

Crook grabbed a case of beer and bolted from a Shell station, clerk followed after him and fired 12 shots fatally wounding the crook who died in the getaway car.

The clerk is being charged with murder, which surprised me, this being Texas and all. However he did pick up all his shell casings, place them in his truck, and then erased the security footage of the incident. You, uh, shouldn’t do that after a shooting.

Too quiet

Monday, August 3rd, 2009

After living in a house with two toddlers for a weekend the house felt too quiet today. Boring, even. I really miss those little guys running around calling for “Uncle Justin” when they wanted something.

This is what things looked like Sunday morning around my house:

Full House

Saturday, August 1st, 2009

My sister-in-law is staying with us for a few days on vacation with her two toddlers, ages 3 and 1.5 years old. I love it when they come out to visit. The husband couldn’t make it because he’s in Afghanistan working on building a power plant.

So, this evening the 3 year old is acting like a 3 year old is expected to. Screaming and crying about everything that doesn’t quite suit him perfectly.

Wife: “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
Me: “Honey, I just got done watching Republican Senators in the Sotomayer conference hearings on C-SPAN. This is nothing!”