Tuesday, April 29, 2008

No Good For the Public

I did some strange thinking on the way home from work today. And it kinda bothered me some of the conclusions I came up with.

I did some pondering on the current situation in the world of politics/public office. I have been afraid, to be honest, of what's coming with the three possible choices for PUSA. All of them are liberal. All of them are anti-freedom. Any of them would sign the next Weapons That Look Like Assault Weapons Ban in a heartbeat. What does that say about the people in this country nowadays?

That's a damn frightening question if thought about for long enough. Really though, are there so many sheep in this nation that they need some sort of Nanny-state Shepard to tuck them in at night with promises of hope, change, or prosperity? Has the average By-Gawd American been reduced to the lowest common denomitator, and become too blind or ignorant to notice that the wool's being pulled over their eyes as they surf from the presidential debates to American Idol (which aren't really all that different, these days)?

I've beaten around the bush for quite long enough. Here's what's really got me chilled: are there so many morons voting these days that those of us who truly love freedom are outnumbered and thus outvoted? Has the "true democracy" that this country has devolved into gotten so, that real freedom can be voted right out the window?

On several occasions, I've been the guy that has brought political discussions to a close with talk of tyranny and subsequent revolution. I look at the country- not as a whole but for the individuals who voice will be heard in the next election*- and wonder if maybe I'm part of a dying breed; if the commanding majority of these "new" citizens just flat doesn't love freedom.

Maybe they just love American Idol.


Sunday, April 27, 2008

In Lieu of Something Meaningful...

I was thinking about posting up when I checked my email earlier. Thanks to the lovely Miss Holly, I have discovered Despair, Inc.

Stop laughing. You don't know how hard it is to always be the last to know everything.

Anyhoo, as soon as I stop laughing at the demotivationals that came in the email, I went to Despair, Inc.'s website only to find out that they have a DIY page! That's right, I made a demotivator! I figured one related to my work was in order.

I have a new hobby. I'm gonna have a heyday with this...



Saturday, April 26, 2008

Overheard From The Living Room...

The little girl hath selected pro surfing as her pre-naptime lunch entertainment. I'm sitting at the table in the kitchen inhaling some leftover Chicken Parmesean and glance into the Living Room to see what's on.

What I see is a guy riding something that looks like an open-sea swell ahead of Hurricane Killyouall. Waves cresting somewhere around the ozone layer.

Sayeth I: "Jeebus! What are they riding?"

Sayeth The Little Girl: "Surfboards!"


Friday, April 25, 2008

You Say Tomato

First, force yourself to read this entire article (h/t to the lovely and talented Miss Tam).

Okay, I'll give you a minute to scream/take a shot of Tequila/reload/vomit.


Alright. All better? Good. Now we discuss.

Maybe I've got it all wrong. Maybe it's because all the places I've gone to church the guy at the altar didn't say anything that could be taken out of context to mean something like, "We hate niggers!" or, "God Damn (insert non-white nation here)!" Maybe it
is just me.

Nah, fucdat.

It seems that one loser preacher from Chicago has decided to go out and try to clear the air about his little tirades that the media seems to eat up.

Clear the air. Guess I'd better use that phrase loosely, because he attempts to do so with alot of "Y'all weren't there" and "Out-of-context is what bad people print" and "Fuck Obama*, he's a politician, not a preacher! What'd you expect?"

*Maybe I embellished a bit there. So what. His game, his rules.

Out-of-context. Welcome to the Main Stream Media, Wright. Life's a bitch, buy a helmet.

Oh, but it's okay! We have a prison ministry! And a food ministry! And an elderly ministry! And a martian minsitry (nothing like the Gospel to fend of the detonation of an Illudium Q-36 Explosive Space Modulator)!

The gloves are officially off, fucker. Here's a clue. I don't give two shits OR a fuck how much you give to the community. I don't think there's one damn thing out of context about "AmeriKKKa," bucko. I am a white man, and I'll roast in hell before I let some cheap-ass con artist wannabe Man of the Cloth come along and try and tell a congregation in search of salvation that the entire nation (which I am a part of) is made up of a bunch of sheet-wearing, goat-molesting hate-mongerers that think the civil war ain't over, it's just on hold.

Out of context, my bright, white, shiny, "do not stare directly at without protective eyewear" AMERICAN ass.


Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Sick, Sick, Sick

I am sick.

Not physically sick (though some of the things I've seen lately have brought me dangerously close). "Sick and tired" sick.

I used to be a fan of
Law and Order. I even watched the eventual other two versions that came out. I couldn't get enough. Now, not so much.

Tuesday night's episode featured a dead dude that turned out to be gay. His boyfriend/partner/significant other/what-the-fuck-ever was "the best quarterback in pro football." Okay, no problem. I can handle that, even though I had an idea of where things were heading.

Then there were the cameras. You know, those city-wide cameras posted every friggin where so that the police can police from their arses (no offense, good cops) and our freedoms can continue to be whittled away? Yeah, those. I was pissed. Those things make it on enough teevee shows and you know what you get? Complacency. Everyone starts to think that these things are normal (you can hear it as loud as I can: "Doesn't every city have those?"). After a brief rant, I sat back down and continued to watch.

I wished I hadn't. The show ended up going right where I thought it would. Detective Benson (is now a bad time to mention that Mariska Hargitay is teh hawtness?) "accidentally" outs the quarterback, and then the quarterback gets the living shit beaten out of him. I could hear the rest of the show from the office, and it was all about how the poor innocent guy was outed, how faggots have no place in football, blah-blah-blah.

I don't need to be preached to. I need some fucking entertainment.

And then, get this. Anyone watch
King of the Hill? I do. It's funny, and I can do a spot-on impression of Hank Hill (one of the only impressions I can do). Well, last Sunday Hank, his boss, and some of his coworkers started a lunch truck (we call 'em Roach Coaches round these parts) to sell recently banned foods. See, in the cartoon, the City of Arlen's bunch of whiny-ass wannabe politician fucktards like they are in every city City Council voted to ban trans fats, raw foods (civiche, oysters, rare beef) and other things that are Bad For You. So the roach coach went around town selling the banned foods in a sort of protest in order to (get THIS shit) put the power to choose what you put in your own body back in the hands of the people, where it belongs. I wonder how the writers feel about drugs or guns...

Oh, and Mike Judge? Here's a quick note: it's not "the power" to choose. It's called a RIGHT. But thanks anyway.

I know I'm making a molehill out of a mountain here, but seriously. Hollywood needs to be systematically bitch-slapped. (In your best Hank Hill voice:) We could sure use another Charlton Heston or John Wayne type, I tell you what.


Tuesday, April 22, 2008


I will be registering The Little Girl for official Kindergarten today. It will be in the cafeteria of the school she'll be attending. I took the day off to make sure I had all my ducks in a row, meaning that when I got up this morning and put on my jeans, I put my carry holster on, and my CCW in it.

Since I'll be going into the school, I get to remove my CCW, or else commit criminal trespass.

And that is a big bag of suck.



Sunday, April 20, 2008

So It Begins

It seems that dumbassery is capable of striking corporate America, too. Whodathunkit? I'm with LawDog: Wal-Mart is dead to me, too.

If you don't already know, Wal-Mart is now in bed with rabidly anti-gun New York Mayor Michael Bloomberg's bunch, Mayors Against Illegal Guns. Wal-Mart has vowed to implement a bunch of new policies. Some of them aren't bad, like additional training for the folks at the gun counter. Others are redundant, calling for practices of following already established federal law (something Wal-Mart already does). The kick in the pants comes from the parts where Wal-Mart will be tracking firearms purchases and utilizing a federal trace database to "flag" purchases.

To hell with that. I can shop elsewhere.

Having been given the means to contact Wal-Mart electronically, I left a rather lengthy message there (one that I planned to post here, until I screwed up and submitted the message before I could copy/paste it here. DAMMIT!!!!).

I want everyone within earshot of this post to go here and tear 'em a new one. Let Wal-Mart know that to implement these policies will result in the cessation of all gun-owners' business, far beyond just firearms and firearms-related purchases.


Friday, April 18, 2008

And After

Well, it's officially done. My little break from The Uber-Install is finished as fast as it started.

Well, sort of...

First, though, some shutterbug action:

Here's the frontal view. The closet door has been removed from the hinge; the rack is too wide to fit through the door with the door hung. That's the entirety of both systems: the surround system for the Family Room and the distributed audio system that's good for six more rooms.

Here's a view across the closet door opening (again, with no door). Because the rack is nearly the exact width and height of the closet, it gives the appearance that the rack is permanently mounted in the opening, instead of being a rolling rack that can be easily moved out once the door is removed. Very cool.

The door JUST BARELY makes it closed before the inner handle hits the front left side of the rack. Actually, the decorative inner handle had to be removed for the door to close fully to latch. Close call, but it worked.

Now, for the rest. Remember the rather pricey surround receiver that I mentioned in the previous post? Well, it decided that now was the time to go Tango Uniform. After much deliberation betwixt myself, the programmer, and the VP of Sales, I decided to borrow one of the receivers from The Uber-Install (with permission, of course) and we saved the day. The client had no issue with it, thankfully, and when I told him that we'd be shipping the busted receiver off for repair, he said that we'd use it in the Master Suite along with a slew of all-new gear that he wanted me to have acquired for the next installation that we'd be doing for him.

Well, that's a relief. Now that the day's all over, I'm going to go have a heart attack in celebration of how bad things almost got.

I see a cocktail in my near future...


Thursday, April 17, 2008


I'm taking a break from The Uber-Install to work on another potentially lucrative project. Here's what the losers from the blue store The Geek Squad installed. Sucks, too, because my company engineered and wired that house originally for a parade of homes. The client apparently did not know that when they bought the house, which is a temporary home while they're building their dream home (hence the lucrative part). Anyhoo, on with the show:

Here's another angle. Note the wall-mounted brackets for the equipment. Well, not ALL the equipment. The $4300 (MSRP) Denon surround receiver sits on the floor.

Stay tuned for tomorrow's conclusion, where I'll be posting the "AFTER" pictures of this closet. I have installed a 20" deep rack in the 23" I have behind the door. That's a fairly significant statement considering the amount of wire that I had to install and still maintain a clean aesthetic. I will go out tomorrow morning with a programmer to make it all sing.

Wish me luck!


Monday, April 14, 2008

Night Sights???

Something I noticed the other night when I pulled my Px4 out of it's holster for the evening:

The factory night sights were lit up all nice and pretty on the rear, but the front sight (i.e., the one that is actually INSIDE the holster all day long and never exposed to any light at all) was a total blackout.

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, over?

Seriously, I'd love an answer on this.


Sunday, April 13, 2008

Gun Pr0n #3

(Alternate title: A Prediction)

I'll put up a couple bucks' bet on this one, too.

I bet that, somewhere in the comments section of this very post, JayG leaves something to the effect of, "It's about @#$! time!!!"

Finally, at long last, I am posting up with a picture of the recently acquired Mossberg 500ATP. Not too shabby, either. Taken in the waning sunlight yesterday afternoon in my all-too-small backyard against my only real tree.

Pretty, ain't she? Like I said before, nothing too flashy or fancy.


The Mossberg 500, being the poster child of modularity, will get a facelift. An 18.5" barrel from Mossberg and an M-4 style telescoping stock w/ pistol grip from Knoxx Industries. When done, she'll be a bit more home-defense friendly. (Better throw in a synthetic forend so I don't look like a moron...) I'll be keeping the wood stock and 28" barrel, of course. A couple turns of an allen wrench and she'll be a hunter/shooter all over again.

A page from the Xavier School of Shotty Etiquette will likely land her on hooks in the closet by day, and bedside by night. Full magazine, empty chamber, trigger pulled.


Perhaps Gun Pr0n #4 will be time to return to something a bit smaller. Something shiny, anyone?


Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Lifting Shadows Off a Meme

So, I have thusly been bitch-slapped with a meme as penance for the absence of shotgun pics. Jay, you wield a powerful sword. The meme looka like dis:

1. Write your own six word memoire.

2. Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you want.

3. Link to the person that tagged you in your post and to the original post if possible so we can track it as it travels across the blogosphere.

4. Tag at least five more blogs with links.

5. Leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play....

Alrighty, then.

1. My family, friends, guns? Molon Labe!

2. *I can't get pics of ONE gun up right now, much less all of them AND family & friends! Mebbe later...

3. Jay is all linky-loo'ed above.

4. I smacketh thee: Brandon, Amanda, Lindsey, Murphy, and Hammer.

5. I'll be making rounds as soon as I'm done.

Oh, and with the overcast today, maybe it'd be a good time to go ahead and take the shottie pics now...


Saturday, April 5, 2008

At Long Last

I mentioned a few posts back that I'd be throwing out some pics of the work in progress on The Uber-Projeckt. Well, I've gotten it in gear with the camera (NO, Jay, I DON'T have the shottie pics yet;) and now it's time to deliver. Grab your popcorn, kiddies!

This one is from the front of the main system racks, which are built into a false wall to look flush at the wall. They have removable tracks that, when attached, allow them to roll out for service. The one on the left is about 7 feet tall, while the one on the right is about 4 feet. The ceiling slopes about 45 degrees in the equipment room, hence the small, medium, and large racks here.

Here is what it looks like (so far) behind the largest rack. There are two cable guides with a grid inbetween them that fold down as the rack slides out. This allows the installer (your humble host) to have a way to neatly dress the cabling that goes in and out of the rack. Again, a work in progress. This will look so sweet when it's done...

Now for the stuff most of y'all want to see. This is the two-way fireplace that separates the Family Room from the Dining Room. This is the Family Room side, where the granite-framed fireplace is topped by a Special Edition 52" Sharp Aquos LCD. This thing is the Porsche of LCD's. This one, being a Special Edition, has a textured bezel (we all swore it was naugahyde) with onyx blocks at each corner. Oh, the unpainted surfaces around the LCD will be tiled. The Family Room's audio will be delivered through a 6.2 channel Triad speaker system driven by an Integra receiver. Control will be through a wireless 4" touchpanel/remote or an 8" wireless touchpanel.

And I get paid for this stuff.


Friday, April 4, 2008

You Want What???

The United Church of Christ is in a bit of a tiff regarding the current lack of pleasantries flying their way. Looks like Americans don't tend to take kindly to global racism, regardless of what race it comes from or to whom it is directed.

So, one Reverend (and I use that term loosely) Jeremiah Wright conducts some rather hateful preaching he conducted on camera, while supposedly trying to bolster support for one of his flock: the ever-popular Barack Obama. Then, he finds himself and his church in the spotlight because somehow the rest of the world heard about said preaching and got pissed.

Now, the UCoC is asking reporters for respect and privacy.

*blink* *blink*

Whiskey-Tango-Foxtrot, over?

Reverend John Thomas, president of the denomination, allow me to dispense with two points of free advice:

Numero Uno - Privacy is something that you can wave a fond farewell to when you have a mega-church filled with celebrities/politicians and, more importantly, Audio And Video Recording Devices (commonly referred to as cameras and microphones. Trust me, I do this for a living). Moreover, when the resultant recording of said Audio and Video is broadcast, privacy goes out the window. You want privacy as a religion? You are delusional. Ask the Branch Davidians.

And B - I have a little saying regarding respect. One that I hope one day someone will quote me on. I thought it up all by my onesies, and it makes a great deal of sense. Ready? Here goes:

You cannot demand respect. You can command respect.

You see, one cannot simply go out and demand that others respect them. Respect is not something that can be so easily given. Money can change hands easily. Respect must be earned. You can, however, command respect. By your words, your actions, you can command the respect of others. There are many ways to do this.

"...not God Bless America, but God damn America!" is NOT one of those ways.

That is a way to shoot yourself in the foot, be it in a presidential campaign or while seeking respect. What those words has garnered is precisely the same emotion that brought them out: Hate. If you want the respect of the masses, take a look at black men who have, through peaceful words and the love and outward respect in the good of mankind, gained the respect of millions. Take a page out of the Martin Luther King, Jr. handbook. It will help you.

Or, continue to preach your hateful message.

And go fuck yourself.