See the Turtle! Ain’t he keen!

We used to say that peeling your beer label was a sign of sexual frustration. Hmmmm…

Stone cold classic. Can’t speak for everyone else, but for me and my little friends, it really shaped how we saw Vietnam vets as victims. I’d go as far as to say it pumped GenX with the unconditional love we have for vets. Didn’t want to be guilty of that shame again.

All the actors knocked it out the park. Every scene was so natural, yet the shit that went down was so inevitable. OK, Colonel Troutman overacted it all a bit, but he clearly told us who John Rambo was.

Look here dude, we still doing “no nut November” or what?! Why must you tempt me?!

Uh, no:

“The man in black fled across the desert and the gunslinger followed.”

It’s damned hard for a shotgun to end up useless. I restore old shotguns, have one from most decades starting in the 1890s. No matter how beat they were when they showed up, they worked just fine.

This gets me smiling.

AR-15

Also, the 1911 class of pistols. Can’t go wrong with the OG Colt Government Model. As in, it can’t jam, fail to feed, fail to eject, fail to chamber, fail in any way.

Honorable mention goes to Hi-Point. Ugly and heavy fucking guns, but they function flawlessly and last forever.

If you’re American, you should pull the ejection seat lever.

Until very recently, Dubai was a desert wasteland with a few Bedouin roaming about. I’m not sure what I would expect for history or tradition.

Fahrenheit 451 was fascinating for the sub-story about the TV walls and, “Oh look! The White Clown is on!”

Best friend held an acid party back in 1991 or so. From where we stood we could see all 3 TVs, 3 different sizes. He said, “Check it out. The attention people pay to the screen is directly proportional to it’s size.” Didn’t matter was was on screen, the larger it was, the more people stared, the less they talked. That’s really stuck with me.

And the parasocial relationships with the people are the screen foretold much.

Can’t imagine many would care about book burning today. I only know one other person that reads books, and few even “read” the internet.

Flew half-way across the country on a private plane for a business meeting.

The mayor used to know my name. Hollered at me at Mardi Gras!

Went to a party at the woman’s house who owns a vast chunk of downtown. Got to see the Mardi Gras parade from above.

Me too! I have a pile of broken or malfunctioning guns and I want to figure out each problem. Had dropped out of gunsmithing for the past year or two, want back in.

That’s all because you’re bored. The world isn’t geared for genius level intelligence.

No voltage drop, but it’s an easy 80’, maybe 100, maybe even a little more. Hard to say as it cuts through the woods.

Picked up an old Fluke at the store, I’ll try an figure out how to read amps.

Well?! Gonna just leave us hanging?

Finally spotted some vipers in my area so I started researching what to do if bitten. Basically, clean it up and “Call me if it’s not getting better.” Still, I’m wearing my combat boots every time I’m in the wild from now on.

Dunno know about Cretan dragons, but I’ve never even heard of someone getting bit in the South (US). I’m around them all time.

Think one nipped me as a child, but I’m around them all the time and never heard of anyone getting bit. We get some absolute units down here!

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You just scared me into weighing myself. Looking in the mirror yesterday worried me that I had suddenly lost a bunch of weight. Actually gained a couple of pounds!