I am officially declaring it to be the end of Pants Season at work. 85 in the building today, 94 outside. Shorts from now on–at least until 5.11 ships that kilt (though by the time it gets here it will probably be October…).
Monthly Archives: May 2012
These two little creatures came home with us yesterday. One of my mother’s co-workers had them and was looking for a good home, and little Fractal never showed back up after he disappeared, and the mice in the shed weren’t going anywhere… Now we need a couple more good cat names. They’re still gobsmacked enough that the personalities haven’t come out yet, so we’ll see…
June 12th, or so I hear. Called “Clockwork Angels,” and has a steampunk novelization tie in. Or so I hear.
In any case, this is a solid rocker. Looking forward to hearing the rest of the album!
I wonder where my Christmas present front sight is after not hearing from Bushmaster for three months.
I email them to ask.
I not hear from them for nother month, until, I email again.
They say, “This item still shows as back ordered from the vendor.You may want to try them direct to see if this is still being made. The company is Yankee Hill Machine.”
I go bug YHM.
YHM (within 5 minutes from my query, huzzah) say “We no longer produce it for Bushmaster and have not for over a year. You will need to contact Bushmaster directly as last I knew they were going to produce it
NO IRON SIGHTS FOR YOU. WE HATE JEFF COOPER AND SPIT ON HIS GRAVE.
It took me 5 minutes, but I found him. Kind of fun just to see how many of the different robots you can recognize in there, too.
All condensed down into a pocket-sized video:
It’s like… every trope from an 80’s cartoon mushed together into 3 minutes.
I now declare this firearm fully magpul’d! Now, to sort out the front sight situation. According to Bushmaster, I need to talk to YHM because they’re the ones who really make it. I’m about ready to just say “forget it” and be happy without irons… or I could keep waiting for the next year and a half, probably.
My mother’s cousin and Mr. R parked their trailer in our driveway last night, going back through from their winter digs in New Mexico to the mountains of Idaho. They’re leaving this morning, but not after we hit up somewhere for breakfast–then I’m off to work, they’re off to all parts north, and my mother is… off work for her first day of summer vacation.
I think I’m going to start this week off easy and then just taper off.
Lorn – Ghosst(s)
I sent it to my brother the other night and he said “not what I needed in a dark room alone at night with my headphones on to drown out everything else.”
Don’t worry, bro, I’m here for you!
A knickknack, a memento from when I visited Gettysburg back when. It reminds me of the fields, the silence, the monuments, and the history. That same trip we visited Arlington, and so in a way this little brass cannon reminds me of that, too.
I remember these things, things that tie me to history, and I honor those fallen to preserve that history, those who have served it, and those who serve it now.
Of course, this is a rut that zig zags.
Still none of these ruts have been as bad as the Muse one, amiright?
Smells like strawberry rhubarb jam inside.