So, I’m working in a large Costco-style store, just to the right of the main door, where people usually walk by to the 55 gallon drums of Cheetos, SELLING HOLSTERS!
And they are displayed much like at the big gun shows, on heavy vertical frames consisting of black wire rectangles. And, not being used to standing on my feet any longer, I’m taking a break, on the nearby park bench (?) within earshot of the holster sales area.
And two of my co-workers are alleged to be covering for me.
A customer appears, resembling one of the Orange Gunsite instructors I know, a retired AZDPS guy. He’s looking at the holsters, in particular a soft tan chamois number, with multiple belt snaps, including one right in the middle of the top(?)
It’s made by Bianchi (say BEE-YANKEE) and resembles a rough-out leather 5-cigar case with snaps and straps at one end. I’ve no idea what model of pistol it is for.
And my relievers are no where to be found – and I’m tired and in pain.
But, duty calls, and I go to the customer just before he leaves, miffed.
And he explains he usually just cuts off the weird center strap, for no particular reason.
THEN I WAKE UP!
I swear, I only had ONE 12 year old single-malt Scotch last night! (with, of course, two squares of dark chocolate) ! What’s up with this dream?FTC – this was just a dream. Neither Costco or Bianchi gave me anything! And I bought the Scotch and chocolate myself – with help from a friend!)
NOT The State of The Union…
David Hardy (Gun Rights Attorney extraordinaire – who lives in AZ!) reminds us of the Days of Yore…
From the Journal of the (Arizona) House of Representatives, 1933, p.167:
At 10:21 AM, the Sergeant-at-Arms announced His Excellency the Governor of Arizona, who addressed the legislature as follows:
“Mr. Speaker, Gentlemen of the Senate, House, and citizens of the State of Arizona:
I am not here this morning with a .45-90, or any malice of any kind in my heart….”
Can you imagine if a current governor (or President) addressed a legislature in such a manner, today?
(Stolen from Pitsnipe Gripes…)
The Story Of What Happens When A Politician Dies..
I’ve NEVER thought of myself as cool.
I’ve always been dorky. Dorky thin, dorky fat, dorky thin again. Now dorky less fat. But never cool.
I get grief from my roomie about calling myself an iconoclast. When everyone had long hair – mine was short. When they all went yuppie short – I had a pony tail. All these groups of ‘individuals’, copying each other to find themselves. Sheesh.
But I was never cool.
Below, here’s a picture of me driving:
(JUST TO BE CLEAR – not the act of giving thanks, but the whole holiday meme, thank you very much!…)
It all started when I was a tyke. My Mother had the audacity to give birth to me in late November! So my birthday often falls on-or-around Thanksgiving.
When I was younger, this meant friends and relatives got together
two three times in November, my birthday, turkey day and my Father’s birthday – which is eight days before mine.
THEN, someone decided to meld the birthday’s and holidays, to make it easier on everyone. Of course, this usually meant turkey and all the trimmings for my birthday.
I loathe turkey! I wasn’t particularly fond on being the only child in a mass of dysfunctional adults, either! I DO like pumpkin pie, but I also like birthday cake, too. And some of the relatives.
So, you see the problem.
Fortunately, when I got older (much older, after I stopped working on holidays and some of the dysfunctional folks were absent) I could start my own
Thanksgiving birthday traditions.
This year, in spite of a number of polite invitations – including a vegan Thanksgiving – I had salad with Italian dressing, pepperoni pizza, and cheesecake. MMMMMMMM! In some past years I’ve made lasagna!
I hope you enjoyed whatever tripped-your-trigger last Thursday. I gave thanks for friends, family, this Constitutional Republic and no turkey.
Now comes the rapid downhill slide until Christmas…
(Insert your own Bah! Humbug! here, if you desire…)
(at least as far as person born the same day having similar personality traits…)
November 2, Birthdays
1734 Daniel Boone frontiersman/explorer (US Hall of Fame-1915)
1755 Marie-Antoinette Queen of France, let them eat cake
1913 Burt Lancaster NYC, actor (From Here to Eternity, Elmer Gantry)
1938 Patrick Buchanan conservative political columnist
1961 k.d. lang country singer (& the Reclines-Absolute Torch & Twang)
h/t Today in History
(CNN) – Most beer guts are the result of consuming fermented brew, but a new case study describes a rare syndrome that had one man’s gut fermenting brew, not consuming it.
It’s called gut fermentation syndrome or auto-brewery syndrome, and it’s “a relatively unknown phenomenon in Western medicine” according to a study published in July’s International Journal of Clinical Medicine. “Only a few cases have been reported in the last three decades” according to Dr. Barbara Cordell, the dean of nursing at Panola College in Carthage, Texas, and Dr. Justin McCarthy, a Lubbock gastroenterologist, the study’s authors.
The most current case comes courtesy of an unnamed 61-year-old Texas man who for five years seemed to be drunk — all of the time.
Sounds like some bloggers I’ve run across!
No, not me.
PS – because Squeaky Wheel informed me of the real health issues in this post, she asked for a link to the original article. Here ya go Squeak: http://www.cnn.com/2013/09/19/health/gut-fermentation-syndrome/index.html
Betty or Veronica? Ginger or Mary Anne? Zelda or Tuesday Weld?
OR, another imponderable…
WHAT DID BARNEY RUBBLE DO FOR A LIVING?
The question is posed by on Neatorama by Eddie Deezen. Don’t cheat, try to find the answer in your own memory, then go read his essay at the link from the picture.
And remember Mel Blanc laughing as Barney: “Ah hehehe, hehehehe!”
Someone with way too much time on their hands (and a computer) took the images of all the movie James Bonds and made a composite, mega-Bond:
To see how they did it, click on the photo for the evolution.