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Brigid Isn’t The Only Foodie!

Neither J nor I cook very much.

It’s not that we are lazy.  J. is asthmatic and has back issues (being a stylist for 35 years undoubtedly has something to do with it!  All that standing and chemicals.)  I have my own disabilities.  Standing is not something I do well, certainly, it is never pain free.

But, sometimes we are able to cobble something together.

I had just returned from buying groceries.  After putting them away, I decided to fry up all the thick-sliced, hickory-smoked bacon.  Why?  BACON!

Judy came downstairs and asked I vacate the kitchen so she could work.  She had me buy a large round loaf of Hawaiian bread at the store.  We had eggs.  Bacon.  Butter.  Half-and-half.

It was time for FRENCH TOAST!!

Sacre’ Bleu!

Here is my plate, shortly before I devoured it.  Real maple syrup, and all…


Take THAT, Brigid!  :-)

R.I.P Frank James

Most of us on the gunnie blogosphere are familiar with Frank James.

Excerpted from his obituary:

Frank published thousands of articles over seven countries during his career as a writer. He published five books and was awarded the Anschutz Outstanding Writer of The Year Award in 1994. He was an expert outdoorsman with a passion for adventure and travel. He also owned and operated farms in the White County area for over 45 years. Frank created the White County Shooting Sports 4H Program and hosted Davidson’s Gallery of Guns on the Sportsman Channel as well as appearing on Gun Stories that airs on The Outdoor Channel.

He was an active shooting competitor, having shot in The Masters International Tournaments and USPSA (IPSC) competitions. He and his wife were longtime members of Palestine Christian Church and he also served on the Wolcott Library Board for several years.

But, most of all, Frank wanted to be remembered as a farmer.

Because he helped feed people.

R.I.P. Frank.  Most of us in the gunblogging world aspire to be like you, personally and professionally.

You will be missed.

h/t Tamara, (I’m sorry for your loss.)

Love Of Lovecraft

JDZ (Never Yet Melted) waxed on (and off) regarding (H)oward (P)hillips Lovecraft, dark science fiction/fantasy author, bigot extraordinaire and photophobe.  Below:

H.P. Lovecraft: Too Popular to be Ignored, Too Un-PC to be Acceptible

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H.P. Lovecraft by Lee Moyer.

Philip Eil, in the Atlantic, contemplates with unease the posthumous rise to fame and pop culture ascendancy of the visionary horror pulp writer H.P. Lovecraft.

Lovecraft, you see, was not just a pulp writer. He was a passionate, nearly hydrophobic racist and anti-Semite, whose letters are absolutely filled with expressions of distaste for the presence, appearance, physiognomy, and even the odor, of Jews, Negroes, Asians, and persons of Southern European origin. The sight (and the smell), when encountered on city streets, of the result of 1900-era mass immigration could make the Mayflower-descended Lovecraft literally physically ill.

Hence, the dilemma troubling Mr. Eil: today’s American establishment culture faithfully worships at the altar of fame and success, but it simultaneously wants to cast out and obliterate anyone or anything incompatible with its own fanatically egalitarian ideology. Some pretty serious chin-stroking is in order here.

[N]o tale of posthumous success is quite as spectacular as that of Howard Phillips Lovecraft, the “cosmic horror” writer who died in Providence, Rhode Island, in 1937 at the age of 46. The circumstances of Lovecraft’s final years were as bleak as anyone’s. He ate expired canned food and wrote to a friend, “I was never closer to the bread-line.” He never saw his stories collectively published in book form, and, before succumbing to intestinal cancer, he wrote, “I have no illusions concerning the precarious status of my tales, and do not expect to become a serious competitor of my favorite weird authors.” Among the last words the author uttered were, “Sometimes the pain is unbearable.” His obituary in the Providence Evening Bulletin was “full of errors large and small,” according to his biographer.

Nowadays, it’s hard to imagine Lovecraft faced such poverty and obscurity, when regions of Pluto are named for Lovecraftian monsters, the World Fantasy Award trophy bears his likeness, his work appears in the Library of America, the New York Review of Books calls him “The King of Weird,” and his face is printed on everything from beer cans to baby booksto thong underwear. The author hasn’t just escaped anonymity; he’s reached the highest levels of critical and cultural success. His is perhaps the craziest literary afterlife this country has ever seen. …

My feelings on Lovecraft—as a bibliophile, a lover of Providence history, a Jew, a fan of his writing, a teacher who assigns his stories—are complicated. At their best, his tales achieve a visceral eeriness, or fling the reader’s imagination to the furthest depths of outer space. Once you develop a taste for his maximalist style, these stories become addictive. But my admiration is always coupled with the knowledge that Lovecraft would have found my Jewish heritage repugnant, and that he saw our shared hometown as a haven from the waves of immigrants he saw as infecting other cities. (“America has lost New York to the mongrels, but the sun shines just as brightly over Providence,” he wrote to a friend in 1926.)

I haven’t made peace with this tension, and I’m not sure I ever will. But I have decided that perhaps he’s the literary icon our country deserves. The stories he conjured, in many ways, say as much about his bigotry as they do his genius. Or, as Moore writes, “Coded in an alphabet of monsters, Lovecraft’s writings offer a potential key to understanding our current dilemma.”


Eventually also, we shall dissect Charles Beaumont, assuming I can get my soul essence back above ground, from whence Mr. Lovecraft’s character’s liked to dwell.

All hail Cthulu!

Personally, I like dark.  I like intense.  I like Poe.  The works of Charles Fort.  I don’t read as much as I should.  And currently, I’ve been sticking to history and politics.

Now I will leave you, with homage to H.P. here in this Phoenician Sun, I remember the cool air… 


Being diabetic, alcohol is probably something I shouldn’t consume in quantity.  Besides, I made up for it during my college years! :-P

And somewhat after…

Regardless, occasionally I still enjoy a good beer.  By choice, I significantly cut back on the quantity I was imbibing as of 1 January, and have lost a significant amount of weight.

But sometimes…

I’m not a fan of IPAs.  India Pale Ales.  They are just too hoppy for me.  In my youth, I was a Budweiser man, escalating to Michelob for special occasions.  And light beer never appealed to me.  And heavy porters and such just aren’t for me.  Not Guiness, either (sorry Brigid!)  With the advent of micro-breweries, there have developed many more choices, however.

Lately, I’ve been enjoying Blue Moon, which is a Belgian Wheat Ale with orange undertone.  Good restaurants serve it with an orange slice.  Quite refreshing in the hot Summer months.  I used to enjoy Lumberyard Raspberry Ale – but sadly the microbrewery in Flagstaff stopped production of this nectar.  A couple of dear friends have gifted me with Lindeman’s Framboise Lambic, a low alcohol content from Belgium which can only be described as tasting like raspberry champagne!  And, it’s corked!  They have also given us Sonora White Chocolate Ale, which is yummy in combination with the Lambic, or all by itself.  Sadly, I don’t drink these as often, because I view them as for special occasions.  And I only have so many.  :-)

Once of my loyal blog readers is Dave, of Musings Over A Pint.  If you like thoughtful discourse, and discussion regarding beer, and firearms (separately, of course!) Dave’s your guy.

Give him a visit!

“Beer is proof that God loves us, and wants us to be happy.” – Benjamin Franklin

(Sadly, this is a misquote.  What Dr. Franklin actually said was, “Behold the rain which descends from heaven upon our vineyards, there it enters the roots of the vines, to be changed into wine, a constant proof that God loves us, and loves to see us happy.”)

But wine is for another post.

Cheers!  Or as Gramp always said, “Prosit” – loosely translated “May this beverage bring you health!”

The Well-Armed Woman

(from Woman’s Outdoor News)


Scottsdale, AZ – August 20, 2015 – Finally, a women’s only online gun forum, sponsored by The Well Armed Woman (TWAW). With the numbers of women entering gun ownership soaring, there hasn’t yet been a comprehensive online community and gun forum created for women, a place where they can share and discuss all things gun – until now.

The Women’s Gun Zone offers extensive forums covering every possible topic important to women shooters of all ages. Women can ask questions and glean from other women shooters. News feeds, videos, photos, private groups where women can “gather” based on things they have in common, as well as places to share their own photos and videos are available. Popular forum topics include the following: Purchasing the Right Gun, Concealed Carry Holsters, Owning Guns with Children, Gun Laws, Pregnancy and Shooting, Defensive Shooting, Competitive Shooting, Senior Citizens, just to name a few. New topics will be regularly and can be added by users, so no question goes unanswered.

Visit The Women’s Gun Zone here:

Great stuff, what?!

Another Milestone – For What It’s Worth

Which, seriously is nothing.  :-)

OVER 200,000 views (200,107 views as of this writing) (people who intentionally or otherwise) viewed Guffaw in AZ since it’s inception, March 5, 2011.


I’m truly amazed.

I still have low expectations, but feel compelled to comment on statistics and dates as I run across them.

Thank you all, dear readers.


Another Good Friend Is Blogging!

not Tomi, but her logo

about Tomi (this is her logo!) :-)

I have met many fine folks whilst posting this blog.

Fortunately, prior to posting this blog, I have also met many fine folks!

TOMI THE ART HISTORIAN is one of them!

She and I met working side-by-side @ TMCCC, while she was in school. Now, she is teaching at the school!

AND, she began her blog yesterday!

She has oft commented here.  And more importantly, she and her husband have been terrific friends.

PLEASE go and make her welcome. (at the link)

The Need To Guffaw

Originally, I was going to post today regarding The Declaration of Independence (link), and suggest you all read it, being painfully aware of the list of usurpations then, and now, perpetrated by The Crown The United States government.

Then two things occurred to me.  One – I’ve already written and posted much regarding said usurpations, and Two – I was in much need of guffawing (as I’m certain you are)!

With that in mind, here are some seasonal cartoons, some funny, some less funny:




h/t Dave the mechanic

Minus Another Firesign

It was reported 0619 that we lost yet another member of The Firesign Theatre comedy troupe.

This time, it’s PHIL AUSTIN, the voice of Private Nick Danger – Third Eye

Phil Austin, dies at 74; voice of Firesign Theatre’s Nick Danger (link)

Even though I was growing up ‘in the 60’s and 70’s’, I was never a drug culture kind of guy.  But, that didn’t mean that I didn’t appreciate their humor.  (Sometimes, alcohol was involved, though!)  Being a fan of PI fiction and wanting to become one (I eventually did) added to the joy brought by The Firesign Theatre.

RIP Phil.

I guess we’re all eventually bozos on this bus, eh?

h/t Dave the mechanic, LA Times

Befuddling The Hipster

My good friend Old NFO recently posted about playing board games (as opposed to playing electronic, I suppose?)

Of mention was the at one time ubiquitous Trivial Pursuit™.

And this tweaked a memory of mine.

(BTW – I’m not a big game player.  Was never that skilled at chess, and sports are a loss for me, most of you regular readers know.  Perhaps I’ve just not found the right game…?)

Sometime back in the 80s, Trivial Pursuit appeared on the scene.  Being married at the time, the wife commanded we join with other couples to socialize.  And play games.  Sigh.

And Trivial Pursuit was the name of the game.  (Better than Uno, that’s for certain!)

(I’ve made this statement before)  My mind is a veritable cornucopia of useless crap!  Translation – I know a lot of trivia!)

If memory serves me, we played twice, and we won twice!  Then the other couples stopped playing with us for some reason(?)  :-)

My Achilles heel was always the sports questions, unless there was some kind of historical import – then I knew it.

Fast-forward to working at TMCCC.  Once of my coworkers for a while was a hipster.  Calf length pant-shorts (somehow allowed in the dress code), tattoos on arms and legs.  Visible piercings and ear gauges.

And a nice enough guy.  Just not the sharpest spoon in the drawer.  I think he was high during most of high school.

During some forgettable 4 month period, management created ‘games’ for us to play in our ‘teams’.  To create cohesiveness amongst us.  Even though we still we pitted against each other in the real world!

And one of these games was a daily trivia question from – you guessed it, someone’s defunct Trivial Pursuit set.

And I got a sports question:

Whom (I think it said who) did the Boston Red Sox (jokingly) offer to trade for Mickey Mantle in the 1950’s?

Of course, this was also historical, so I knew the answer – Ted Williams!

And tattoo boy was beside himself!  HOW could you possibly know such a thing?  You’re not a sports guy!

I don’t remember what menial award I received for getting the answer correct.  Befuddling the hipster was the best reward.

"One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas - how he got in my pajamas I dunno!" - Groucho Marx as Captain Spaulding in Animal Crackers

This election is not about who gets voted off the island.
It’s about who is at the tiller of this Republic’s Ship of State. - Guffaw



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