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It's also the color of the Visitor's uniforms from the mini-series "V" or the Crimson Guard. So. Sturgeon is either a Reptilian alien or a militarized Amway salesman (if we work off of Walter's working theory on Cobra's finances).

I seem to recall you mentioning earlier that you got it at a disreputable pawn shop in the Yak. "We Fence Everything And Pass the Savings On to YOU!"

They're neat looking weapons in a steampunk sort of way. Any Luger book starts with the Borchardt. The best configuration is the version with the detachable stock which is rather "unique" looking.

We are able to trade with the other venders at the farmers markets where we sell our fish. Most of the time, whatever the venders can't sell gets tossed into the compost heap, so we (we meaning my wife's dad) are able to swing some killer deals like trading a chunk of fresh or smoked sockeye for a 50 pound box of corn or several pints of berries. We then process and freeze the fruits and vegetables so we can eat them in the winter. The one thing that I've learned since coming up here is how your food is handled from where it is produced and all along the chain of production matters. Immensely.

The chalkboard bit in OK was really neat. I dig the multiplication wheel. It is fortunate that the remains of what we wrote on the chalk boards at White Center Heights Elementary in the 1980s were not preserved for posterity...

Christopher Lee's versions of Dracula are what put him on the road to fame.

One would THINK the vaunted Saudi military would notice accuracy problems... *Scene cuts to guys jumping in a circle, chanting, and firing off random shots on the air". ... ... ... Yeah I know it's a stereotype and probably unfair.

Thanks man! A little 4 hour layover at Ted Stevens In-to-pork Airport and the stresses of 21st century living already melt away.

That reminds me of the story of the bear who stole the market strawberries, heavy whip cream, organic grass fed steak and various groceries off the front porch of our cabin the day before my wife's birthday... ... I mean. It's a hard knock life up here!

Hey. I haven't even left Seattle yet. Don't blow this place up when I'm gone :-)

Since we are packing for Alaska. Here is Cricket and Charlie. His and her matching revolvers... The Model 629 .44 Magnum is "Charlie" my wife's Alaska gun which she got when the four-legged (and two-legged) vermin up on the Last Frontier got too much. The Ruger SP101 .357 Magnum is "Cricket" and my EDC gun. Up in Alaska, the philosophy is that it is pretty much a noise-maker to get bears to move along. As such I usually load two or three rounds of .38 Special as a more affordable option. My wife anthropomorphizes everything.

For those of you who have ever wondered where the music genre rap came from, you can thank the Sugarhill Gang and the 1979 freestyle "Rapper's Delight". It's... Not a bad little tune. Also, that dude in the background with red shirt and molsterstache... *Shudder* Proving that hipsters have always liked this song.

Alright Gents. The missus and I are right in the middle of the final stages of packing for Alaska and we'll be leaving Seattle tomorrow morning with stops at Anchorage, King Salmon, Naknek and finally South Naknek. As I've mentioned before, Internet access is pretty spotty and we're usually too busy fishing anyway. There are parts of the sockeye salmon run where you are so busy that the choice is sleep or eating but not both (I always opt for sleep). On the plus side, technology is progressing and even though we still stay in cabins perched on the tundra 7 miles from "civilization" with no running water or electricity, we have progressed to the point where we have cell service and texting. And last year one of Shannon's insufferable cousins set up satellite Internet at the fish camp that maybe we can glom onto this season. Fortunately, Sturgeon's House seems to use little bandwidth so I'll be checking in when I can. We should be back sometime late August or maybe the first week in September. And as always, our motto is "Don't Do Anything Stupid" which has stood us in good stead several years now.

The day may come in the not too distant future when humanity will become enslaved by their new robot overlords. But it isn't today!

Nah. I'm not digging myself into this one. And my witticisms are lost among the shouting of the lynch mob. No. This time you guys are on your own.

I have nothing to give but blood, sweat and trollz!

OK. Fess up. Who is who in the comments section?

STRONK!

With copper rounds after you plug a couple of fellers who need ventilating and leave them for the buzzards, you don't have to worry as much about lead lead contamination in the natural environment.

Tied. I know sometimes it must be frustrating putting together these awesome photo montages here and at the WoT forums and they don't create a lot of conversation. I think it is in part because they are so God damn awesome that all that I know I can do is say, "Wow. Where the hell did that broad 1970s Soviet stereotype find these?" Like a massive Fourth of July fireworks display or a sunset over the Olympic Mountains in the summer, sometimes all the viewer can do is look and silently applaud.

Now. With the XKCD comic in question. You can rightly argue with the premise that drinking beer is an acquired taste and thinking that it all tastes bad and we only drink it because of peer pressure. I know a lot of folks that are beer snobs. Seattle is the microbrew capital of the US afterall. Now the subtler look at the comic and what I have to ask, isn't Munroe sort of making fun of himself as well? The beer drinker's remark of "Dude, if you don't like it, don't drink it" is perfectly valid. It is the Munroe character who is engaging in the illogical activity of drinking something he doesn't like while being a slightly obnoxious prick about it.

It is kind of ironic that a weapon in the M-14 which was originally designed as the one-size-fits-all weapon to replace the "golf bag" of World War 2 weapons then in use is now the poster child for the "golf bag" of weapons. It is the tactical equivalent of a sand wedge which is only really good for one particular thing and is deployed in situations when the user makes a mistake (i.e. sticking grunts in mini Dien Bien Phu's and not allowing them the rules of engagement which allow them to deploy heavier weapon systems as local combat conditions demand).

A Turkish Spring revolt would just be more kerosene to the burning shit-heap.

Relevant! http://www.schofferhofer.us That's right. Grapefruit beer! *Laughs maniacally!*