Just when I thought I was done with the thing I forgot to bore sight it like I said I did earlier. What a time to find out that it isn't. I tried to impress my friends with this thing and it shot like ten feet to the right of the target. What intrigues me is that how I thought I sighted in the thing when I didn't, was it just a dream or something. This is total bullshit. I will have to blame it on some bad batch of beer or something of the like.
Oh and I got my electric bill in the mail today and apparently I have to pay it, way to go Obama I thought I was set for life when you took office.
As for the Ruger again, When the digi cam is fixed I will post some pics of it.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Grunge.
Grunge. A word I have not heard in a long time. I was a young lad when the big bands of Seattle were big. I caught the tail end of it since they say it ended around 1993 and I didn't get my license until 1993. I do not know who "they" are but it was still going when a bunch of buddies and me would jump into a van and make a weekend road trip to Seattle and see how many bars we could sneak into to watch the bands play. Seattle was different then to. The pad that we crashed at when possible was an older craftsman style house in need of repair and new paint set along side a bunch of other older houses in need of the same. The neighbors were mostly young people doing their thing, not everybody was trying to start a band and make it big like the big media would like you to think, but these young people worked in the food and beverage businesses while going to school or were learning as an apprentice in a trade such as a plumber, electrician or carpenter.
And the clothes people were wearing you see not everybody had shit loads of cash to buy new stuff off the rack so places like Value village, Goodwill and other thrift stores became a common place to pick up some new or used threads. Most of the stuff you would find were jeans and flannel shirts since the inland northwest was full of people who worked in the tough and rugged jobs like logging. It was kind of funny to pick up a JC Penny catalog and look at all of the Grunge wear and then look at all of the prices and just laugh seeing that people would pay three hundred dollars for a pair of designer pre thrashed jeans and eighty dollars for a flannel shirt.
Things have changed since those years. Now it is all about teeny boppers and hip hop. I have a good laugh when older women try to dress like a teeny bopper, very few can pull it off and most just look like complete asses. And as for the guys well lets just say that Jesse James the bike builder called and wants his personality back. As for me I stick with what works best, Carhart pants, work boots and a tough work shirt. So when did grunge end? If I had to guess it would have been around the late 1990's. I didn't say it was dead I said it ended in corporate medias eye around that time. If you can no longer make money on a so called trend then call it dead, right?
And those rows of older homes in older neighborhoods are no longer within the grasps of a young persons income since they have been fixed up by yuppies and retiring baby boomers which has driven up their prices who may I add were attracted to Seattle probably due to the grunge scene, kind of funny huh.
I recently went back to Seattle and let me tell you what a difference 15yrs makes on a place. To me this is no longer a city for a young person to grow up in and find themselves. I mean how can you find yourself if you have to work damn near two jobs to pay for rent. Everywhere I look is money, money and more money oh and Starbucks. 15yrs ago Starbucks was the last thing on my mind, hell I did not even knew it existed. Alot of the cool hangouts are gone too. People have changed too, alot of suits. But somewhere out of the public eye in a small town or big city maybe in some old rickety garage, dive bar, basement or apartment grunge (what big corporate called it) still lives.
And the clothes people were wearing you see not everybody had shit loads of cash to buy new stuff off the rack so places like Value village, Goodwill and other thrift stores became a common place to pick up some new or used threads. Most of the stuff you would find were jeans and flannel shirts since the inland northwest was full of people who worked in the tough and rugged jobs like logging. It was kind of funny to pick up a JC Penny catalog and look at all of the Grunge wear and then look at all of the prices and just laugh seeing that people would pay three hundred dollars for a pair of designer pre thrashed jeans and eighty dollars for a flannel shirt.
Things have changed since those years. Now it is all about teeny boppers and hip hop. I have a good laugh when older women try to dress like a teeny bopper, very few can pull it off and most just look like complete asses. And as for the guys well lets just say that Jesse James the bike builder called and wants his personality back. As for me I stick with what works best, Carhart pants, work boots and a tough work shirt. So when did grunge end? If I had to guess it would have been around the late 1990's. I didn't say it was dead I said it ended in corporate medias eye around that time. If you can no longer make money on a so called trend then call it dead, right?
And those rows of older homes in older neighborhoods are no longer within the grasps of a young persons income since they have been fixed up by yuppies and retiring baby boomers which has driven up their prices who may I add were attracted to Seattle probably due to the grunge scene, kind of funny huh.
I recently went back to Seattle and let me tell you what a difference 15yrs makes on a place. To me this is no longer a city for a young person to grow up in and find themselves. I mean how can you find yourself if you have to work damn near two jobs to pay for rent. Everywhere I look is money, money and more money oh and Starbucks. 15yrs ago Starbucks was the last thing on my mind, hell I did not even knew it existed. Alot of the cool hangouts are gone too. People have changed too, alot of suits. But somewhere out of the public eye in a small town or big city maybe in some old rickety garage, dive bar, basement or apartment grunge (what big corporate called it) still lives.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Gun zombie with hope.
Just like the greatest generation. My generation has to also get accustomed to rationing especially when it comes to firearms. Yesterday I took a drive up north into Washington to venture in the tri cities and do some clothes shopping at the local sportsman warehouse. I was in desperate need of new Car hart pants since my job for the railroad takes a toll on them. As always I go to the gun section and drool over the abundance and variety of firearms that they have or had. When I got there yesterday there was really nothing left to buy. I mean it was bare and so was the ammo too since I try to buy a box of .405 Winchester or 45-70 every time I venture to that place. Nothing but zombie like people at the counter staring into what was once racks plump full of AK, SKS, M-14's, and other cool stuff. Now the racks only have a few skeet type shotguns alot of hunting type bolt actions and a few lever guns in which one did catch my attention a Uberti Henry replica, Nice. As my heart sank I also turned into a zombie, just staring not knowing what is going on around me at the counter.
Do not feel sad for me people even though I was turned into a zombie at the counter at Sportsman Warehouse there is hope for me. One bolt action rifle did catch my eye and I asked the counter man could I please see it (I am not much for new guns since I like surplus, but when something catches my eye it's all over for me). As he handed me the rifle he said "So going on a safari" I told him no but then it hit me what he meant as i was reading the tag: Ruger M77 .458 Lott. Hot dog! I gotta have this since I am a big bore fan, other people looked at me like yuk a bolt action where is my ak where is my ar. There is hope in the back of my mind as I looked at this beautiful rifle. Screw the .223 when shit hits the fan nothing like putting fear into the faces of the black uniformed riot gear wearing government goons when they see one of their own getting slammed to the ground from a 458 Lott. If that wouldn't demoralize the other 250 lb linebacker type goons around him then I do not know what will. Big bore for big game.
Do not feel sad for me people even though I was turned into a zombie at the counter at Sportsman Warehouse there is hope for me. One bolt action rifle did catch my eye and I asked the counter man could I please see it (I am not much for new guns since I like surplus, but when something catches my eye it's all over for me). As he handed me the rifle he said "So going on a safari" I told him no but then it hit me what he meant as i was reading the tag: Ruger M77 .458 Lott. Hot dog! I gotta have this since I am a big bore fan, other people looked at me like yuk a bolt action where is my ak where is my ar. There is hope in the back of my mind as I looked at this beautiful rifle. Screw the .223 when shit hits the fan nothing like putting fear into the faces of the black uniformed riot gear wearing government goons when they see one of their own getting slammed to the ground from a 458 Lott. If that wouldn't demoralize the other 250 lb linebacker type goons around him then I do not know what will. Big bore for big game.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
"Let them eat cake."
"Let them eat cake" was a popular phrase in pre revolution France. That phrase would also prove to be the Monarchs undoing since it is kind of hard to say that famous phrase when your head is rolling around in the bottom of a basket. Hey what can I say when the people had enough well they had enough. "Let them eat cake" also applies to modern times such as our current government which is way out of control. Our current government when passing a bill knowing that it could cause havoc with the economy and peoples lives have no problem making time to pass the bill between lunch and a afternoon quickie with a prostitute. Just look at the latest and greatest from capitol hill. All clothing and toys sold to children under the age of 13 will have to be tested. WTF. Bye bye goodwill. And I am sure the hippies that voted Pelosi into office have this to say "Thank you Nancy for saving our children from lead and destroying my second hand thrift store that I put all of my money into for the last forty years and have no retirement since we were supposed to be sticking it to the man." Nasty Hippies. Well there goes San Francisco's second hand society and they can thank a local hero for that.
Just for a note my uncle has been putting together lead figurines since the 50's and he is fine. Makes you wonder what is in our food instead of our toys since most of the problems with kids getting ill has started in the last thirty years.
Just for a note my uncle has been putting together lead figurines since the 50's and he is fine. Makes you wonder what is in our food instead of our toys since most of the problems with kids getting ill has started in the last thirty years.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Bye bye .303
Today is the day that I get rid of my POS .303 Lee Enfield. I do not hate Lee Enfields just this one since I got soaked on the price and the thing is dangerous to shoot, I do not blame the seller just myself for not noticing the signs of a bad gun. I did a blog on this thing awhile back so I will spare the details. A co-worker wants the rifle just for the stock since his is hashed and the one on this thing is surprisingly beautiful (black walnut). After that is dealt with the rest of the day is gonna be a toss up.
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