Category Archives: What Am I Doing?
Today
I’m reading, relaxing and ignoring the rest of the world. I may even take a nap.
Meh.
I’m disgusted with the President and Congress, I don’t want to think about the economy and frankly I have MUCH better things to do than blog about that crap. Besides, there’s always later. Always.
Morning at the range
Last weekend I discovered that I shoot better right handed than left handed. That is weird because I am, in fact, left handed. This morning at the range I alternated hands each magazine and I still do slightly … Continue reading
Internet Interruptus
In the middle of the storm last might, my T1 died. AT&T said “damaged equipment” needed to be repaired, which is telco speak for “we’re not gonna tell you what really happened, now shut up and quit bugging us.” … Continue reading
Shooty Weirdness
I’m left handed. I shoot pistol left handed. (Rifle, I shoot right handed, but that’s not germane here.) I just don’t shoot pistol right handed much. But today after 200 rounds through the XD, I decided to try weak hand for a … Continue reading
Steampunk iPhone Shirt
Yes, I has one. You can too. And yes, it’s all done in mirror writing, as if daVinci himself had a glimpse of some intrepid time traveler’s iPhone.
Almost there…
It’s Thursday, which is almost Friday. I hope that light I see isn’t trouble headed for me. I have plans this weekend. Oh yes. Plans. And they don’t involve work in any way. Just sayin.
Shooty blog meetup, Texas style!
The only thing I’m doing today is moseying over to Chez Phlegm for the big Texas* Gunblogger meetup. I was promised Breda’s pig candy, but given the guest list Phlegmmy didn’t need to resort to food bribes to get me … Continue reading
Ice!
Good thing I work from home mostly these days. The roads are covered in ice, and the usual DFW demolition derby is in full swing.
Doing my part to help the economy.
Not really, but I keep telling myself that. The broken window fallacy is so appealing. I have to buy a new dryer today. I’ve kept the old one running for 16 years, but it’s too far gone this time. (Let … Continue reading