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Today in History

I remember walking home about a mile-and-a-half (in the Summer heat, in Tempe, Arizona) the day of the Moon landing, with friends Jim and John, after bowling a few lines @ Tempe Bowl.  The RED CARPET Lounge, in the bowling alley, had an exterior sign missing some letters.  As we were irreverent high-schoolers, it was always the Ed Carp Lounge to us!

We came home to watch the history on our televisions.

Interesting that there is a direct line from JFK asking we land on the Moon ‘in this decade’ (certainly as a technology/arms race with the Soviet Union), to the Moon landing, to further development of solid-state technologies leading us to personal computers, the Internet and cellular telephones.

We didn’t know the half of it watching Neil and Buzz!

But we were proud.

h/t Theo Spark

ANOTHER Country Heard From!

(one of my Dad’s expressions, usually when another – unwanted – opinion was proffered)

My roommate is an animal lover.   As am I.  The difference being I usually consider ramifications of finances, interaction with other animals, available space and other factors before introducing another animal into the menagerie.

AND, I’d ask her opinion.

So, day-before-yesterday, she advised she’d an errand to run.  I did as well.  Separately.  Imagine my surprise when she texted me a photo of a tiny kitten!

Now, I love cats, perhaps even more than dogs, because they are less maintenance and aren’t codependent, as dogs are.

The end result is another rescue (Lola-the-chee-hooa-hooa was rescued a little over six months ago)

She is 2 1/2 months old, very pretty, and stands up to the other dogs and the big cat with the best of them.

How could I say no?

20140718_173840(attn Murphy’s Law – her name is BELLE, and she likes salsa!)

Boy, am I a sucker!  :-)

I Haz A Sad…

(Sorry. I don’t normally utilize geekspeak any more than I do ebonics – Guffaw)

America’s Vanishing Historic Movie Theaters

by David Rosenberg

During the golden age of Hollywood, the excitement of going to the movies wasn’t only about seeing the stars on screen. It also meant spending time at the neighborhood movie theater, an architecturally ornate center of the community’s social life.

Photographer Stefanie Klavens has long been interested in 20th-century American popular culture, specifically its aesthetic qualities, and has created a photographic series of iconic movie palaces titled “Celluloid Dreams.”(…)

Please click here to see the entire article and collection of fantastic photographs of days gone by.

Palace Theatre Los Angeles, California

h/t Slate

I love living in The Valley of The Sun (except when it’s over 107) but, old buildings here were built in the 1920’s (until back East when it could be the 1820’s – or earlier!  Sadly, many folks here seem to think progress means destroying anything over 50 years old – at least some things, like the Orpheum Theater, are designated historic sites and immune from destruction.

And they are still being used today!

Missing Guffaws

Nope.  I’M not missing…

But, with all going on in the World as of late, guffaws on this blog certainly have been!

With that in mind:

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Tonsorial Spendor

Well, my roomie is expected back from visiting her family next week.  In her absence, I’ve been ‘holding down the fort’, policing the livestock and being the puppy wrangler.

Most of which has been relaxing and rewarding (at least some of the time!)  :-)

But, I’ve also engaged in a small project which I’d not done in some years:  I started a beard!

I’ve grown (and subsequently shaved) facial hair, in various patterns, since I graduated high school.  I started shaving when I was a sophomore, and grew my first mustache right after graduation.

And shaving has been a pain-in-the-*ss ever since!  (I know, this means I’ve been doing it wrong.)

But, with a quasi-law-enforcement career, much of the time, mustaches were frowned upon, and beards prohibited.  Afterward, they simply became facial adornment until I tired of them, or until I tired of looking at my naked face in the mirror.

My last full beard was in the 90’s, which I shaved off to become Woody Harrelson’s character in Natural Born Killers one Halloween.  I also shaved my head and sported fake tattoos.  (I always went all out @ Halloween).

When I decided to grow back my facial hair, I was shocked and surprised – it was coming back in largely WHITE!  I would NOT be Santa Claus!  So I went back to shaving.  (Once-upon-a-time it was brown!)

Over the past ten years, I had a mustache and goatee, and after J. and I broke up, the goatee went away.  Now that she’s been away for a couple weeks, I thought I’d give it another try and surprise her.  (I know, growing a beard in the Summer is stupid!)

Regardless, here I am, two-weeks-in, no razor or scissor having touched my face.

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J. is scheduled to return this coming Monday.  And she doesn’t always read GiA.

Surprise!

(NOT) My Dinner With Andre’…

But rather, My Breakfast with Murphy’s Law!

This new-fangled Internet thing is a fantastic place!  Not only do we get to have stuff delivered by The Brown Truck of Happiness ™ after a few clicks of a mouse (funds or credit permitting), get to communicate via Email, text, and Skype, but sometimes we get to develop friendships unheard of only a few years ago.

I am speaking, of course, of meeting persons we otherwise previously might have no knowledge of.  Like fellow gun bloggers!

Sure, we can speak on our cellular telephones with such folks, and that too is very cool.  But sometimes they have the means to visit our communities old-school.

And we get to break bread together.

Murphy’s Law and I have exchanged numerous emails over the years, and commented on each other’s blogs.  I was fortunate yesterday to have him pass through my little berg and take me to breakfast!

@ 0700  (Yikes!)   He originally wanted 0600!

To be fair, he was on his way South, and wanted to cross the bulk of the desert before the heat of the day.  As it was 108* here, yesterday, I completely agreed.

We met at a local, independent diner not far from where I live.  We compared notes about our lives, disabilities, guns and such, and had a great time.

I only hope (as I don’t have the financial means to travel) that he’s able to stop by again some time.  Perhaps in the more temperate months?  (hint, hint).

As we say here in the Southwest (if we’re sick-and twisted. as I am):  Vaya con queso*, my friend!

*go with cheese

Big Changes Here @ Rancho Malario

“Here’s a line of peasants leaving Rancho Malario, to make room for YOU!”  (from the Firesign Theatre, having little to do with the following post…  NO, where I live is NOT Rancho Malario!)

Well, my lovely roomie has decided to move her unfinished, unrestored, ’62 Chevrolet Corvair Wagon to it’s proper place in the resident’s storage lot immediately West of our townhouse!  (I’m certain complaints about it being an eyesore to the HOA from anonymous, whining neighbors had nothing to do with her decision.)  Her dream was to have it fully restored to cosmetic and drivable condition, but, unfortunately, financial considerations got in the way.

20140611_142437(This was a car she and her last husband acquired and drove together in the 90’s, before his untimely demise in an industrial accident.  As such, it’s a proper memory of him, and represents why she hasn’t just sold it to some collector.)

This means I’m able to move my recently-made-drivable 2000 Oldsmobile Intrigue to the second spot under the resident’s covered parking, and out of the direct sunlight!  In most regions, this would be no big deal, but in the sunny Valley-Of-The-Sun (temperature today 105) this is a BIG DEAL!

Especially as while drivable, the Olds remains un-airconditioned, so every little bit helps!

In other news, my roomie is leaving today for her sister’s in California for a well-deserved vacation and to conduct some family business.  This means once again, I am the Dog (and Cat) Wrangler! – now with Puppy!

Not a problem, as they love me and I them, and this gives us a break from each other.

AND I GET TO PARK IN THE SHADE – WOO-HOO!

“STEAMPUNK Shooter Ready?”

My dear friend Brigid and her ‘partner-in-grime’ (as she puts it) EJ have taken over ePostal Match duties temporarily from Mr. Completely (as he is involved with medical issues – heal quickly, bro!)

In an effort to kick it up a notch, they have designed this month’s target to have a STEAMPUNK theme!

Steampunked – ePostal Match Time

(c) HOTR

(c) HOTR

Please visit the link above for the particulars.  I know some of you are just crazy enough to dress in full regalia to shoot your black powder or pinfire smokewagons.  :-)

If I had such finery, I would!

I’d love to hear about some montebank or ne’er-do-well in a morning coat and topper pull his Velo-Dog pistol from his (or her) waistcoat and commencing to engage the target.

Or, Hell, use your Deagle – whatever works!  :-P

The Words For The Day Are GRATITUDE And PATIENCE

Walter - curmudgeon emeritus

Walter – curmudgeon emeritus

I don’t wish to lose my curmudgeon membership status, but, it’s true!

This past week was replete with increased car difficulties, coupled with my ongoing computer/internet problems.  The car stuff still exists, but (for the moment) she still runs.

I FINALLY appear to have found a technological combination which works to make my new (old) borrowed laptop work less-buggy.

Will wonders never cease?

This is the first day in many I’m able to check my emails, do my blog and read others’ news and blogs without difficulty.

Knock-on-wood.

Perhaps now I can go about the ‘business’ of blogging and keeping up with the blogosphere better!

And, there remains a new puppy with which to play, AND, my roomie recently upgraded her cellular telephone, which means I now have her ‘old’ one – a Samsung Galaxy Note 3!!

CAN YOU SAY GRATITUDE AND PATIENCE?  (I knew you could!)

Beat-Up Cars and Guns

I’m not rich.  Even when I was able to go to a regular 40-hour/week job with benefits.  I was lower-middle class, at best.  Now that I’m on medical disability, I can barely make ends meet.  I lost my home a year and a half ago.

Cars and guns are important to me.  Guns apparently more so.  I currently am driving a 2000 Oldsmobile Intrigue with over 140K miles on her.  She needs a lot of work I cannot afford.  And I certainly cannot afford a (newer, in-better-shape) different vehicle.  Sigh.

I also own two guns:  a custom 1911 and an electroless nickel Smith .38.  Both have seen better days, but, just like the ol’ clunker, THEY WORK!

Murphy’s Law recently posted a photo of his workhorse pistol, a Beretta 92F.  She looked a little like she had been dragged behind something for a while.  Obviously, this made no difference to Murphy, who said she worked and shot like a champ!

Which brings me to my point.  My car looks and works like crap, but she still works.  My 1911 and revolver both function, albeit they are cosmetically imperfect.

So I’m a bigot.  :-)

I LOVE the look of a nicely appointed vehicle and a fine firearm!  When I first saw Murphy’s photo, my heart sank.  I thought how sad it looks like that, and how much she resembled my well-worn 1911.  And, I see nicely running cars on the street, painted all pretty, and I secretly loathe my beater car.

Okay, I don’t know if it’s bigotry or shallowness…

Thankfully (as of this writing) the car and guns still function, but there’s always tomorrow!

h/t Lagniappe’s Lair

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