Not really. But close!
WordPress software informed me yesterday that I now have 300 (three hundred) followers of Guffaw in AZ!
This means three hundred folks actually pretend to want to read stuff I have written (or have
stolen borrowed). This is a far cry from the initial 10 (#10 being North, the first follower unknown to me from the Internet only) since I began blogging March 6, 2011.
I do recognize some of the number are folks who play Facebook games, ‘friending’ me that I might friend them back. But, it’s been a few years since I was in junior high. Hopefully, they actually read the blog, regardless.
Of course, I am still surprised ANYONE does.
This whole blogging thing continues to be amazing. I’ve had commentary and/or email from folks in the Americas, Europe, Asia, including a woman blogger in Pakistan!
And service personnel everywhere! Thank you and all veterans for your service!
And thank you all for stopping by.
(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.”(…)
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!
My good friend Crystal is participating in a public art tribute to those (like herself) who suffer from chronic health conditions, and those who are survivors of conditions such as cancer (like Guffaw).
Being a big believer in voluntarism, I support her in her efforts to get the message across that folks who suffer are not victims, but are simply trying to be understood and accepted.
She is 49% funded in her efforts, and supporters get original goodies when they contribute! She has 10 more days left in this effort.
(at the link below – I HAD it embedded, then it went away! DRAT!)
50% of Americans have a chronic illness that they don’t talk about. As a society, we’re uncomfortable with less-than-perfect health. When you fund this public art installation, you acknowledge the elephant in the room and celebrate the resilient people who surround you and their caretakers, mentors and sponsors. – Crystal Daigle
(I get nothing from her, save her friendship. I much prefer this approach on a more personal level than large bureaucracies or government funding. Please view her message even if you cannot participate. Thank you.- Guffaw)
After a few days of successfully rehabilitating my desktop all-in-one HP 300-1020 touchscreen I hearkened back to days of yore (of my what?)…
Of my former computers.
Prior to this one, I’d a series of increasingly-faster tower systems, starting with a 286 and ending with some Pentium variant. And beyond.
Originally, I’d access the Internet via dial-up. You remember – SHHHHHHH, followed by electronic bing-bong tones and then a connection – if we were lucky. And then it was bbs (bulletin board services) and IRC (internet relay chat) connecting with people in places like Scotland and Germany. (Finland bbs’ers disavowed me because I was an American!)
I remember chatting on a bbs with a guy whose handle was broomhandlemaus (or something) who told me he collected broomhandle Mausers. How cool was THAT?
I chatted with some women, too. The less said about that, the better.
But the 286 wasn’t my first computer.
My first cost me $20 in 1986 from a department store. You hooked her up to a B&W TV (as a monitor) and used a tape recorder for memory(!) She was a Timex-Sinclair 1000 !
I’d no money initially for the 16K memory add-on (it came with 2K resident), and had many peripherals available – including a printer!!! But alas, with no money, and no modem, I’d no way to connect her to the outside world… Eventually, I did get the 16K memory, though!
I remember hunt-and-peck entering machine code for hours to get a simple row-column program to appear on the TV, only to have the tenuous connection to the add-on memory break, and the screen go dark. Of course, this was before I could save it onto the tape recorder.
Sigh. Back to square one.
I even remember Computer Shopper Magazine having a center section entitled The Timex-Sinclair Survival Column. Obviously, with memory technology passing her in light years, it no longer became practical to connect 10 and 20 machines together to build robots, and such. And they went into the dust bin of history.
But, she taught me a lot, and more importantly set the computer hooks in me.
And, here I am today, communicating World-wide with friends on the Internet, and writing a humble blog.
Who knew? :-)
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!
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
Armory Blog had this little snippet:
I stumbled upon this post on Reddit a while back but forgot to post it. The person who found it since deleted their account (which was a good idea), not before they posted “Cleaning out grandma’s basement. This was in a box marked “christmas”. Yes, its real.” I wonder how many other hidden relics are in other basements and attics around the country.
I’m SO jealous!
And I used to enjoy fantasies of finding some dusty relic in my family’s effects and find out on The Antiques Road Show it was worth a gazillion dollars!
Of course, they won’t be able to keep it…
Stormbringer reminded us of a teacher of yore. We need more like her, today.
Meet Captain Nieves Fernandez, the only known Filipino female guerrilla leader and school teacher. When the Japanese came to take the children under her care she shot them. She didn’t hide in a closet, she didn’t put up a gun free zone sign, she shot them in the face with her latong (a home made shotgun).
Note she has an M1 carbine with a 15 round magazine – illegal in the Gun Control States of California and Massachusetts.
She then went on to kill over 200 Japanese soldiers during the war with a group of commandos and holds the distinction as the only female commander of a resistance group in the Philippines.
In this photo she is showing U.S. Army Private Andrew Lupiba how she used her bolo to silently kill Japanese sentries during the occupation of Leyte Island.
Can you imagine an American school teacher in the day & age having the chutzpah to pull off a class act like this?
h/t Theo Spark
Tam did a recent post mentioning “Cobb-ray”, which was a memory flogger for me. In my callow youth, when I was first interested in things firearm, I remember lusting after a Cobray-Sionics Ingram MAC-10 submachine gun.
Then I saw Mitchell Livingston WerBell III on the Tomorrow Show.
And I was transformed. Here was a real spook, mercenary, soldier-of-fortune, firearms manufacturer and trainer. Right there in my living room!
Of course, who knows how many of his exploits were disinformation, propaganda or hype?
Even though it’s been surpassed by the H&K, the MAC-10 still holds a place in my heart. Even got to fire one once, with a suppressor. All one hears is the clackety-clack of the bolt-hammer operation.
I think of folks like WerBell when I think of the history of covert ops. The predecessors of today’s Special Forces, Delta, SEALs and other folks, many anonymous. You should visit the Wiki link above, especially if you are not familiar with him.
(The name Kardashian never crosses my mind…)
I used to announce this, dripping with irony and humor, at my former workplace, usually to the women whose fashion choices included clogs, sandals, and stiletto heels. All of which I thought were designed to make the loudest and most annoying sounds possible. Repetitively.
(Unless you count the folks who sit at their desk, and unwrap their (snacks, lunch, spare socks, etc.) contained in those plastic grocery bags! It would take them five minutes of incessant rustling just to extricate the object. Then another five to roll close the $%^*&^^$#% bag!)
Initially, we were required to wear dress shoes, but eventually, the East Coast management figured out we were largely more casual here in Arizona, and kept making up pointless contests wherein we peons could ‘win’ the privilege of dressing ‘casually’. We went from white shirts, ties and dress Oxfords, to chinos, polo shirts and athletic shoes. And sometimes even blue jeans!
But the women continued to largely wear noisy footwear.
When I was in my 20s, even with my physical limitations, I thought I could be pretty stealthy. Two years of karate and all. And I lived in athletic shoes. Quietly.
Now, being medically retired, I live in Wranglers, colored T-shirts, and my orthopaedic shoes. One built up to accommodate my leg disability. And, as I put more weight on the opposite foot, that shoe tends to wear out sooner.
And now is making squeaking noises.
I’ll never be a ninja.
Karma is a bitch!
I like women. I like guns. I’m funny that way.
I especially like it when women and guns get together. Not much is better for me than to see a woman take control of her own personal security by owning a firearm, training with it, and carrying it!
Ah, there’s the rub. Literally.
Most of my female shooting students have had difficulty over the years with the whole male-dominated gun culture. And as a result, they either don’t carry or cannot find a comfortable way to carry which meets their needs.
Fortunately, just like firearms themselves evolving, the carry equipment industry has evolved, too.
My roommate has a number of .45s, mostly 1911s and mostly compact (for carry). But what to do? Like most women, she is structured differently. :-) And, she rarely wears pant belts, and it’s usually too hot here for a shoulder rig.
Then she ran across The Well-Armed Woman based on advice from you blog readers. And what a find!
Numerous products for female carry. Below the chest area, waistband (with and without belt), belly bands, and many other choices. As they are HQ in North Scottsdale, we had to take a road trip. And she spent money. Got three concealment holsters of different varieties, and another (sigh) handbag – this one by Gun Tote’n Mamas!
There may be a little banging of the feminist drum, in that these businesses are for women, by women. But I don’t care if the holsters and handbags are designed by Martians, as long as they do the job!
This far, my roomie loves her new stuff. I sense another road trip in our future.