Friday, January 22, 2010

A question for reloaders

For those of you that reload:
How many reloading manuals do you have? And what's your favorite? How many do you refer to when loading a new load?
Myself, I have 8. Three regular manuals and 5 caliber specific manuals. My favorite is my old standby, Speer #10 but my new Hornady is giving me lots of new information. I use at least 2 manuals when working up a new load and always go with the lesser max load when I get conflicting data.

Our little angel..... NOT!!!

My Friday

As soon as I walked into the office this morning to pick up my paperwork, I told Russ "I'm sick. I want to scoot at 4:30" and sniffled to prove my point.
Okay, I wasn't sick and the sniffle came from snorting a couple of drops of water right before I went into the office, but I didn't want to work overtime on Friday.
"Yeah yeah" he says, "why is it you always get sick on Friday? Go to work and we'll see how it goes."
Can't ask for much more than that and I'll have all day to pester him.
So I went to work, but every time I went into the office or had a couple of seconds to spare, I'd remind him of how fucking miserable I was and how miserable I was gonna make him if I had to work late.
Now, he knew I wasn't sick and I knew he knew that, but what the fuck, right?
About 1:30 he got tired of the game and told me to "get the fuck out of here."
I wasted no time. I clocked out, jumped in my truck and hit the road. But seeing as I was off early I decided to go through Tracy and then to Manteca to the Bass Pro and see if they had some reloading supplies that I needed. I normally don't go that way because it's all freeway all the way home and the Fucking Bay Area People jack the freeways all up. But it's early yet and I really would like to go to Bass Pro.
So while I'm sitting at one of Tracy's 9 million stoplights gnawing on a chicken leg, I see the strangest sight I have seen in a long, long time. There on the corner are 2 Mormon missionaries ON FOOT. On foot, I swear! So I roll down the window and holler "Hey! Did somebody steal your motherfucking bicycles, or what?" They ignore me, or try to. I honked my horn and yelled "Hey, are you Mormons pretending to be Jehovah Witnesses? I bet your fucking feet hurt. How's it feel to be bothered, assholes?"
Then the light changed. I considered going around the block for another round of mindfuck, but Bass Pro was waiting and I was already getting a hard-on just thinking about it.
So I get to Bass Pro and go through my usual drill. I know what I'm looking for. I know where it's at. In and out. I'm on a budget. Don't spend your beer money. Don't propose marriage to any cuties in there. Behave. No drooling. In and out. In and out. Ready, set, go!
Yeah, right.
I get in, get upstairs to the gun section and they actually have what I need. Then I make the mistake of stopping off to look for something I don't need and see a guy standing there looking real puzzled while examining an RCBS powder trickler. I said "I've had the same one of those for 25 years, it'll last ya forever."
The shit was on. He was just getting starting reloading and started asking questions. What do I need, what would I be wasting money on, what does this do?
Fuck me running. I remember wanting to know the same shit when I first got started and having nobody to ask. Whattya gonna do, right? So I helped him like I wish somebody had helped me.
Two HOURS later, he was set. That poor fucker was down $300, I was down $70 but he was set up to load 45s and 223s. And he had the best set-up he could afford. I started to give him my cell number in case he ran into any problems but I was afraid his wife would use it track me down and throttle me.
And that's how my weekend started. No telling how it's gonna end.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Couldn't have said it better myself

"It’s like Massachusetts just abandoned Ted Kennedy in a car at the bottom of a river."

Where's my teleprompter???

Damn Woody, you fucking rock!!!
Thanks, Brother.


It ain't often I reflect. It ain't often I'm sober enough to reflect.
But I gotta say that while Obama beating out a true American Patriot and winning the Presidential election was a fucking shock and bitter disappointment to me, I have to admit that it may be the best thing that's happened to this Country in a long time.
Think about it:
Americans are realizing that career politicians are pretty much full of shit.
Americans have realized that their vote is their voice - look how the Massholes proved that yesterday.
Americans are again taking pride in their Country and their Flag.
Americans have shown that they won't be pushed around by the officials that "represent" them.
Americans that voted for the Obamessiah are admitting they made a mistake.
And Americans are willing to stand up and rectify that mistake.
Vote your heart AND your mind in every election you can. An armed revolution is a last ditch effort. Use the tools given to you by our Founding Fathers. Stand up, speak up, cast your vote and let your voices be heard.

Gotta be California (again)

Another "Aw Fuck" moment in time

Fucking A

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Ask and you shall receive

Obama told Fox News there arent enough black Americans on TV.
Because of that, Fox has agreed to run "America's Most Wanted" 5 nights a week.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Now that's some serious porn!

Another "Aw Fuck" moment in time

Having fun yet, Deb?


Hmmm. Good point.


More on Mikey

-Thanks, Rosa

Go forth and build an ark.....

Man! It's raining like a motherfucker here!
It's been raining steadily since yesterday with gusty winds and the streets are flooded so bad I can't even make it to the gun shop.
It's supposed to rain like this for the rest of the week, so it's a matter of time until the rivers and creeks start to crest.
As soon as the ground gets good and soaked, the trees here in town are gonna start toppling over, it happens every time we get a hard rain.
And here we are in a 3 year drought. Fuck Al Gore and his global warming.
I believe I'm gonna put some stew on a little later then kick back with a good book.