Monday, November 29, 2010

Utterly Addictive

It only takes a few moments and you figure it out - and then you are an artist.

I've not gotten a damned thing done.


Saturday, November 27, 2010

Winter Cleaning

I've had this need to tidy up lately. More haus frau than usual... So when Trooper showed me this one it gave me a giggle. Yeah, sometimes it's true...
At any rate, we've chosen items to place on ebay that have languished too long, the debate on what one person wants to keep that the other sees as saleable echoing room to room. I am not good at letting go.
But the world is changing and I must change with it. No need for all this baggage of life. I don't care anymore about that silk skirt that I once needed to fit in at the office. And that "Pr0n Picnic" outfit? Well, it no longer fits - in many ways - and surely someone rather younger can make it work. (Dichotomy. I haz it.)
The need to make those adjustments was enhanced with a post-Thanksgiving trip eastward to check on a recent installation at a friend's property - one over-engineered gate for feral pig capture and retention. As the guys worked I wandered over to the tree stand, settling down in it for some peace and quiet. As I sat there in the growing winds I was reminded of the pleasure it gives me, that simpler life.
It's time, I think, to accept what will be. To deal with it, honestly. And to be ready, no matter what comes.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Not Another Mile

I shall not fly another mile until and/or unless these motherfuckers are gone. Period.
Just sick of it. Looks like its time to invest in some wings.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Gunslinger Pack - sale!

I've coveted one of the Eberlestock Gunslinger packs for awhile, now. As a friend states, they are priced for military purchase with half of them likely tossed into the Nile when the work was done. Sad.

At any rate, if you are in the market for one of the best made packs at a fairly decent price (and are happy with it in black or ARPAT), get to LA Police Gear. I haven't seen them even on ebay at that price and new...

I'm a fan of their closeout section, also. Some really decent gear at nice holiday prices.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Cracking Open History

It was intended to be a brief stop at the used book store to waste a few minutes before meeting friends. Trooper and I split up with a kiss as we each went to our favorite areas. I found an interesting book on blacksmithing when he came up to me, a few books in hand, and a strange smile on his face. We moved to check out and I scanned through the book he held out, moving to the center and more modern timeframe within it.

And there it was - a familiar face, disguised with exhaustion and paint, but the full mouth catching my eye. A group of three in that small photo, he noted the one in the middle who looked skeletal was dead, lost in a different skirmish in a different part of the world...

I scanned that section of the book the other day, reading details that he would never give, understanding a bit more behind his only confession of months back about an airport and no cover with nothing left to do but go forward with high aggression. A mowing down, it seems, of men intent on removing them from that terrain.

I can see him allowing those memories to flow back to mind, so many years gone, and remembering the gory glory days when his body and mind were immortal. How much harder it must be to deal with the petty bullshit his supervisor is dealing out, knowing that once he roared life and death in turn. How to hold ones hand against that kind of insult? I find it nigh unto impossible myself and I've nothing like that iron in my spine.

I return to that page, that photo, and feel a deep admiration that the damned petty fool still breathes. That lion is not defanged, after all. Older, yes. But the skills are just as sharp, the claws just as capable of rending soul from flesh. A line repeats in my head when I think of that bastard: "My God, but you are brave."

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Some Lucky Passengers

Reading this makes me wonder what would have happened if there hadn't been enough brains in the cockpit to cope with it all...

"As luck would have it, there were five experienced pilots — including three captains — aboard the plane. The flight's captain, Richard de Crespigny, was being given his annual check ride — a test of his piloting skills — by another captain. That man was himself being evaluated by a third captain. There were also first and second officers, part of the normal three-pilot team.

One concentrated on flying the plane, while the others dealt with the computer alarms and made announcements to the giant planeload of passengers, some of whom said they were frantically pointing to flames streaming from the engine. Working flat out, it took 50 minutes for the pilots to prioritize and work through each of the messages — necessary steps to determine the status of the plane."

I wonder if/when they'll release those tapes - it'd be an intriguing set of comms.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Good Guys Finish Last

Ah, yes...the nasty little creature pulls his strings once more to determine - or believe he will determine - the fate of my beloved. Oh, he has never come against what I would bring to his hearth and home if pressed...

There are times, dear friends, when that feral thing that survived a sharp Chicago youth aches to skirt those dark ways again and give a lesson to those who need one so very much. I sometimes cannot comprehend the thing that walks in heels and silk and faces me in the mirror, so different is she from that person I was. Clean, now, and kind. But he scratches at that veneer like the fool that he is, touching on that which I care for very much.

Perhaps his truths should be laid out? Perhaps his veneer of gentility needs to be...burnished. A liar, a cheater, a small-minded thing that thinks he can out-run his age. Run, yes, little man. Run all those miles. And if wishes have wings my own will caress you, darkest yet, that littlest twinge in a heart so small...too small, surely, for what you demand it give you.

Oh, how my fingers itch to see his own clutching.

Instead, I turn the music up quite loud and tell that shady thing to settle down. Time enough for all that. Options, you see...sane and reasonable options yet remain. Paperwork and forms, letters and the like can flutter around high offices. So be still, I tell her, be patient. It's that whole escalation of force thing. Two can play at that game.

S0 she turns around with an irritated smirk. And the lifted brow that illustrates her doubt. Always the pessimist...

Turn it up, she says. Time enough. Play on, Sass, and show the people how it's done.

Thursday, November 11, 2010


Defense Tech has this, "“Is four-hours of reserve fuel on a C-17″ really necessary, Breedlove, who is in charge of Air Force plans, operations and requirements, asked during a breakfast with reporters in Washington.Read more:

I say it depends on if it's YOUR ass in the pilot seat.

Semi-relatedly, a very good friend notes...word is the thing has hit a very large number of important desks all around...good for him!

Just Say No

We aren't fans of the whole process so we choose to drive nearly everywhere - it also ensures we go as armed as we feel the destination requires. Which makes this very supportable.

It is also a reason for Trooper to go back to school and get his pilot's license.

There is NO WAY to ensure your safety in that tin can. None. A thousand tiny errors are possible. One small - very small - amount of a certain something can turn it into cinders. So all of this intrusive nonsense is for naught - it isn't to protect you. It is to ensure you cannot protect yourself.

We choose to not play along. Besides, there is a great deal to be said for seeing your country at 65 mph. It's lovely out there...

Sunday, November 07, 2010

What If? No Matter.

Everyday there is more evidence that I was right. And it gives no comfort at all.

I look at the supplies laid in and think, "Not enough..." - even having started early and working hard at it, not enough. Still, I spent Election Day doing what I ought: getting a lot of wheat, flour, and other foodstuffs. We put it all up in the tin cans the next night, the lids cranking shut with a firm and reassuring finality.

I don't believe it will take much to start a run on the stores. I won't be surprised to see a lot of things in short supply very soon. I won't pretend to tell you how to live your life you do the calculations, you will see that those 3 or 4 pounds of flour in your pantry aren't going to cut it.

I averaged out some basic notes:
2 cups (about 13 1/8 oz.) of wheat turns = 3 cups of flour
Single loaf bread recipes = 3 or 4 cups of flour.
A 25 lb bag of wheat = about a dozen loaves of bread

So how long do you think your family would like to have bread with their beans? A few weeks? Maybe a few months if you are very conservative? Get your ass over to the Mormons' food store and get all you can at a very reasonable price. For now. They don't care who you are. They just ask that you get the stock for yourself - not for resale. If they have a canner for loan, take them up on it.

Don't you have one or two things you might like to store in a tin can away from prying eyes?

I think of you guys, you rare few, as good friends. I hope you'll take advantage of this tremendous opportunity to be ready. To not have to line up for a bowl of soup, to not look at a rat as an entree. Be ready.


Has anyone mentioned this to the Retrotech?
People are amazing...

Tip of the propeller beanie to Ghostie

Thursday, November 04, 2010

You're Welcome

No, really. It was nothing.

...I'll be in my bunk.