(from The Art of Manliness)
You’re lost in the woods, without phone service, and you need a way to signal your location to rescuers on the ground or low-flying aircraft.
Your city is roiled in rioting and chaos, some bad dudes are advancing towards you, and you need to create a distraction to escape and evade them.
It’s a weekend afternoon, your kids are bored, and you’d love to show them a fun and fiery science experiment.
Whether for survival, tactical, or experimental purposes, smoke bombs can be employed in a variety of scenarios.
They’re cheap, small and portable, and incredibly easy to make at home. You can keep them in hiking packs, car glove compartments, garages, etc. You never know when one will come in handy and either provide some weekend entertainment, or perhaps even save your life. Below, I walk you through the simple steps in making homemade smoke bombs on your kitchen stove.
Note: You are of course playing with fire for this experiment, so be prepared and be safe. A bucket of water (or fire extinguisher) is good to have on hand, and when lighting the bomb, use protective eyewear and some sort of breathing filter/mask. The smoke can be toxic, and if the wind blows the wrong way you could be accidentally inhaling it.
Now I remember making such things as a junior high kid, back when a kid could walk into the local drug store and buy 4 oz. bottles of potassium nitrate OTC with no questions asked! The formulae presented is strikingly similar to a solid rocket fuel we made – not that I’m suggesting anyone do such a thing! (I’m certain more specific instructions for rocket fuel are available on the Internet, along with search engines notifying the gov’t of the identity of the searchers…)
BE EXTREMELY CAREFUL THE HEATED MIXTURE DOESN’T REACH THE FLASH POINT WHILE MELTING! LEST YOU HAVE A SMOKE BOMB GO OFF IN YOUR HOUSE!
ANYWAY, the link above and below lead to the the specifics for the smoke bomb. I highly recommend you do NOT use them for anything nefarious!
Let’s all be careful out there! (Have Fun!)
I’ve not been ‘on a date’ in some time. It’s simply a matter of logistics – I’ve no extraneous funds and my car is a beater with no air conditioning.
The fact that I don’t travel is any circles with available women has nothing to do with it!
I was thinking this morning about a few of my more memorable dates in the distant past. Some with fondness; some not-so-much.
I used to like to attend the cinema. There were many first-run films each week, lots of theaters from which to choose, and who doesn’t like sitting in the dark with a young woman? (this was in my 20’s – before I had been married, and subsequently divorced).
Now, of course, there are fewer movies and movie houses. And one may sit at home in one’s skivvies and watch videos until the cows come home, with beer, pizza, and (if one is so lucky) company.
AND, one may pause to go to the bathroom!
Times have changed.
ANYWAY, I remembered a couple of dates. One was a later Hitchcock film. I did (and DO love Alfred Hitchcock). My date said she did as well. Were post-date antics in the offing?
Sadly NO. The film was Frenzy. A film of a serial killer rapist, made in London. I think it was the first time Hitch actually exposed breasts on film. Following a violent rape and strangulation. Hardly something to arouse a normal young woman to later romance.
Another time, a former girlfriend returned to town and looked me up. We went out a few times, and I had hope of rekindling the romance. But, it was not to be…
She had mentioned she liked Burt Reynolds. There was a new film out with him in it. I thought “Hey! Maybe this will get things going again?”
Hardly. The film was Deliverance. You remember – dueling banjos, homosexual rape?
I just couldn’t get a break!
(as an aside, the consummate actor Ned Beatty was the rape victim here. I’ve wondered about the audition…“Hey, pages 18 and 19 are missing? Don’t worry about it, Ned.)
I’m no artist. Cannot draw/paint/sculpt to save my life. Lucky to be able to sketch a short straight line if needed, usually crooked. (I can sing (moderately) – but, is my singing ART?)
Because of this, I’ve a great appreciation for true artists, people like my college roommate Dave – who has been making art since he could walk. And the classical artists – Leonardo, Michaelangelo and such. Modern folks not-so-much. An exploration of random color splotches doesn’t move me as does La Giocanda.
And my understanding of art is it is to make one feel something…
My friend Doc In Yuma sent me a collection of art (via email) which did move me. Not just because of the skill of the artist, but, because of the media used.
A few examples, and his story:
Don Marco, the Master Crayola Artist
Don Marco was born in Northern Minnesota in the late 1920’s. His interest in art was evident even before starting school. As a young adult in the Army Air Corp, he began his life’s career in Air Traffic Control, which continued until his retirement from Honolulu International Airport in 1973. Much of his spare time was spent as a professional artist.
Before retirement, Don started developing a technique to create fine art, using Crayola Crayons. Shortly after retiring, he published his first print. Living in Southern California, his work was in demand, including commissions from Burt Reynolds and a one-man show at his Dinner Theater in Florida …
It’s hard to imagine these are done with crayons!
My friend Borepatch posted this recently:
Eric S. Raymond (computer guru and gun nut) has a Gun Nut web page. There’s an interesting collection of links there for gunnies.
There’s quite a strong correlation between people who work in tech (and especially in computer/network security) and people who shoot. I haven’t seen data on this but it is quite striking. My guess is that people in these fields are focused on assessing and managing risk, and are used to using tools to help manage those risks.
Now, I am at best a proto geek (or sometimes geek-adjacent) but I definitely concur with BP! A substantial number of shooters known to me are either educated in the technologies, or at-the-very-least well-read.
Very few are lesser-educated.
My roomie keeps referring to me as a geek. This in spite of the fact I cannot read HTML, write code, or fix computer hardware. And I’ve not worn taped-together black horn rimmed eyeglasses (and a pocket protector) since high school!
Mostly Cajun, All American and Opinionated recently posted a link to a test:
How Geeky Are You?
He came in @ 83%, I did 54%.
See roomie, I told you!
“I am not a GEEK!”
I received a large envelope from the NRA in the mail yesterday. On the outside it said Health Care Reform 2013.
I was intrigued. After all, I’m on disability and Medicare, and any help with things medical and insurance would be welcome. I cannot afford any ‘doughnut hole’ coverage.
So, I began to peruse the envelope’s contents. Basically, it appears to be coverage for cancer, and will pay up to $300,000 CASH directly to the policy holder (eligible NRA members) in case of such a diagnosis. They even include a plastic membership card!
AND, the fees are quite reasonable. Even I can afford them! ($6.77/month at my age)
The not-so-fine print states I cannot apply if I’ve been diagnosed and/or received treatment for CANCER, Leukemia or Hodgkin’s Disease within the past 10 years. They do allow skin cancer (which I also have had)!
And I had lymphoma, which was treated with chemotherapy, within that time frame.
No cancer coverage or soup for me! I do still have Medicare, though (?)
A friend and former shooting student recently emailed me about my occasional use of the moniker ‘not me’ attached to photos I find on the Internet to include in Guffaw in AZ.
He found this amusing and attached this sample photo, above.
While I am certain this not either of us, I AM disturbed this gentleman has more firearms than I have, AND a cool guitar! I have clothes. (and he’s violating Rule Two, at least!)
(I suspect this is how most anti-gun folks see us. All that’s missing is a swastika tattoo and a can of beer.)
My apologies to you all; the line for eye bleach forms at the right…
This is what I get for being unable to sleep @ O’dark thirty.
h/t (I think) Mark