Going to the recent memorial for Bob reminded me of others who have gone before.
Like my work-pal Clive!
One of most unforgettable characters when I worked @ TMCCC was CLIVE.
At least that’s the name from which we all knew him: Clive.
Could he have BEEN any more British?
Clive was another of the credit card fraud investigators with whom I worked. He had the accent, was married to his American wife (his 3rd, I think) and had lived in the United States (legally) 40 years.
I once asked him why he didn’t go for citizenship. He said a piece of paper wouldn’t change where he was born!
He was a classical liberal and loathed Margaret Thatcher. We had many a thrilling political discussion.
He found out via the company grapevine I was a firearms enthusiast, and was quite anxious to know if I had a Lee Enfield .303 rifle. He apparently was familiar with them through the British military. I did not, but he still wanted to go shooting with me. We made a desert run (with his pal, a retired Flagstaff PD guy ‘Harry’, also an investigator) and had a blast (no pun intended).
I suggested he could obtain his own SMLE, but he didn’t understand that particular abbreviation. And, anyway, he explained his American wife (whom he lovingly referred to as SWMBO*) wouldn’t stand for it. She didn’t like guns. I knew a high-end range in North Scottsdale offered lockers for storage. And he was carefully considering it.
I took a vacation week, and upon my return found out that Clive had also. He told his wife he was not feeling well and stretched out on their couch.
He never awakened. (this was some years ago)
I never knew much more about him, until I saw his obituary. Turned out his first name was Richard, and he had been a respected scientist in the U.K.
From his obituary, in part…
For many years Clive was a Research Scientist for Weyerhaeuser and has three patents. He was a founder of Home Builders International, which developed low cost housing in Third World countries using mostly straw and mud for construction. He and his wife, Dawn, spent six months in Mexico City where Clive helped establish a factory to manufacture the straw and mud into a material suitable for home construction. He was the founder of the Phoenix Institute of Technology. It was a national group of scientists who developed a report on methods to generate power in Third World countries using only local resources. The report was presented to the world at an international environmental conference in New Mexico in 1995. It was written initially for the Vatican and the Mennonite Church who are the largest missionary groups in the world. This research was done and sent with no monetary exchange. (…)
Clive served 3 years in 341 Squadron of the Air Training Corps, connected to the Royal Air Force. (…)
I miss our spirited exchanges, my friend.
*She Who Must Be Obeyed
Much of the Internet Vanguard (Borepatch, The Silicon Graybeard et al) have chided us for years regarding not just the intrusion of government and business into lives, but our voluntarily providing too much information to them – like posting when you are leaving for vacation on Facebook.
Well, my friends, Internet intrusion has indeed jumped the shark! (or perhaps a more adult euphemism!)
(from Wirecutter, in part)
A woman is suing her (appliance name excised for taste) manufacturer for knowing too much about when and how she uses it.
A few weeks ago, two researchers told the Defcon hacking convention audience that We Vibe “smart” sex toys send a lot of data about their users back to the company that makes them. According to Courthouse News, one We Viber took this news hard. A woman known only as “N.P.” filed a class action civil suit in a federal court in Illinois against Standard Innovation, which makes the We Vibe line of sex toys and corresponding app.
The smartphone app lets users “customize” their We Vibe experience, unlock app-only “bonus” vibration modes such as the “cha-cha-cha” and the “crest,” and “create unlimited custom playlists,” according to the product’s website. In the suit, N.P. says she bought a We Vibe in May and used it “several times” until she realized that it was sending data about her usage practices back to Standard Innovation’s servers, including when she used it, which vibration settings she used, and her email address.
And here I was concerned about license plate readers, facial identity programs and grocery store purchase trackers!
She obviously thought she was the master of her domain*, anonymously…
*a Seinfeld reference
(As posted by Brock Townsend)
Via comment by Quartermain on Clinton’s Censorship Tactics Aren’t Working Agains…
Barbro Sörman, a feminist politician said rapes aren’t that bad when non-Western men do them
In yet another strange twisting of logic, Swedish feminists say they would rather be raped by migrants and refugees rather than saved from rape by local men. They also say rape is worse when Swedish men do it rather than when the immigrants they love so much do it. What a strange, socially engineered world we have entered in the 21st century.
Earlier this year, when around 200 Swedish White Knights attacked rape-fugees to defend Swedish women, these girls spun up a really neat collective hamster rationalization and attacked the men who were defending their honor instead of rapists. Here’s what they did:
Feminists created the hashtag #inteerkvinna (translated as #notyourwoman) where they spewed their hatred over racism, fascism, white men and many other things that can be loosely tied to the events with some cognitive dissonance. In short, they made a collective tantrum on social media over the fact that white European men are standing up to the rape-fugees.
It has been said women invite, men invade. Call it a societal shit test in which women have evolved psychological and sociological behaviors that test to see which group of men has the stronger seed, the invaders or the locals. So far, the invaders are winning and will be the ones women increasingly support and breed with, as they continue to select for brutes instead of nice boys.
The feminists even went so far as to say “It’s YOU I’m afraid of” to Swedish men, the same men who are unbelievably the descendants of Vikings now completely de-balled by their own government. A Swedish feminist politician named Barbro Sörman said it’s “worse” when Swedish men rape than when the wonderful refugees do it:
I think inclusion and political correctness have finally reached critical mass. Sexual assault by someone using their religion as motivation is preferable to being saved from said assault by your own countrymen.
Say WHAT Now?!
I’m not a big scent kind of guy. Clean, not to chemically-obvious, works for me. (I’ve written about women’s perfumery before!)
With regard to things chemical, I DO like Hoppe’s #9 Powder Solvent. If women used THAT instead of a 55 gallon drum of Froo-Froo#9, I know I’d like them better! I’m certain long exposure to the fumes is not healthy, though. 😦
Long exposure to women is still under discussion…
Another firearms-related chemical scent I like is that of WD-40. I’m certain that’s because it sparks memories of my early gun days, and trying to loosen and clean stuff. And lubricate and coat…
Fun fact – it’s made from fish oil!
Of course, experience has taught me it doesn’t last on bearing surfaces, like slide to frame. And it’s death to live primers. I changed to lithium grease long ago.
from Bayou Renaissance Man (in part)
Today’s award goes to the journalist(s) and/or editor(s) responsible for this utterly ludicrous headline:
It is, of course, complete and utter bull. Naturally (and I mean that both literally and figuratively) women are, indeed, the only people who menstruate! It can’t possibly be any other way. Those responsible for this absurd headline are stretching reality in such a pretzel-like fashion that it’s grotesque to the point of ridiculousness.
There’s more at the link.
Look . . . if a woman chooses to self-identify as a man, but chromosomally, genetically and otherwise is female to the point that she still has periods, THEY ARE NOT A MAN. THEY ARE A WOMAN. PERIOD. (Pun intended.) Even if the relevant organs are surgically removed, so that periods are no longer physically possible, that won’t change the reality of the situation.
This is political correctness gone mad, and should be treated as such. To do otherwise would be dishonest – and the hallmark of a doofus. It’s as simple as that.
I applaud Peter for his directly addressing the complete absurdity of this concept!
Having said that, I commend the company for (ahem) thinking outside the box (sorry!) to gain a larger market share. Capitalism at it’s weirdest.
As stupid though it may seem.
Hard to imagine what is, or could be next…
(I shudder at the prospects!)
When I was a young man, my thoughts often drifted to, well, women. And my lack of success with them.
I wrote in this venue some time ago about a friend, Chip. A sleazy character, to be sure, but I was lacking in friends at the time. And needy. One of the reasons I became his friend was his success with women. The polite version was he was simply brazen.
And I wasn’t either.
He liked to portray himself as successful elsewhere, as well. Nice cars, clothes. The appearance of money. Even if he didn’t have any. Toward that end, he joined The Playboy Club.
Something I could never afford. I could barely afford the magazine – not that I ever bought any…
But, The Playboy Club was a pretty neat place. Women in sexy Bunny costumes serving you drinks and food. Pretty good food, as I recall. And live entertainment. Not generally sleazy, but burlesque.
And we always dressed as if we belonged there. As businessmen. (The membership allowed guests!) And we got to know a couple of the Bunnies. (“D.J. – where are you?”, he said longingly.)
I remember one time when Chip invited 10 or 12 of his co-workers there to celebrate a mutual friend’s birthday at the club. Then left the bill with the birthday boy! Come to think of it, that may have been the last time we darkened their door…
But, it was a different time, at the height of the sexual revolution (the late 70s), with most women not yet feminists. Now, the clubs have closed, and Hefner just sold his mansion. Even the magazine stopped publishing nudes last December!
Guess the Internet changed many things.
(D.J., seriously. Call me…)
(And, now for something completely different – as promised)
22 VETERANS COMMIT SUICIDE DAILY
Even ONE of these heroes making this choice is unacceptable! (Day #7 of 22)
Bayou Renaissance Man recently regaled us with a story, and a photo:
Now and again commercialism gets so weird that it jumps the shark. I think that’s just happened (or is that ‘happened again’?) in the shooting sports. 5.11 Tactical, an otherwise respected producer of so-called ‘tactical’ clothing and related products, has announced at the 2016 SHOT Show that it’s developed – wait for it – ‘Raven Range Capri‘ trousers for women, which have instantly (and inevitably) become known as ‘Tactical Yoga Pants’.
The funniest thing about them, to my mind, are the comments left by readers at The Firearm Blog. Here’s one exchange.
- I weigh about 280 lbs. I think these might have a slimming effect on me and be quite stylish at the range.
- HAHAHAHA… does the term TMI mean anything to you??? just kidding dude…
- TMI or BMI??
- You go, um, guy. You go.
- Not to be critical but I think you would exceed the maximum tonnage limit.
There are many more at the link. Click over there for a good laugh.
Of course, this isn’t the only time 5.11 Tactical have produced something, shall we say, ‘tongue in cheek’. A couple of years ago they came out with the ‘Tactical Duty Kilt‘. I particularly enjoyed the fact that it was available in ‘tactical’ sizes up to the mid-50’s . . . which would indicate (a lack of) fitness and physical dexterity that’s anything but tactical!
(Yes, I do own a ‘Tactical Duty Kilt’. My wife insisted I had to buy one for the sheer hilarity of it. No, I won’t post a picture!)
While I can appreciate both the sentiment and the photograph, I do fear many of the potential customers will not come close to resembling the model above.
I own a 5.11 shirt (long-sleeve, O.D. green in color) which is of fine construction and quality. It was a Christmas gift. (5.11 gave me nothing, FTC!)
Thank you, Peter, for the Rule 5 moment. Or perhaps multiple moments…
With all the hype regarding the opening of the latest in the Star Wars saga, I hearkened back to my first experience. Or rather the second.
And one of a relative’s…
Way back in 1977 (can it be that long ago?) a movie named Star Wars was released. I think I eventually went and saw it alone. And, of course, I was blown away.
This was in Phoenix’ premiere Cinerama theater – The Cine’ Capri. The wide screen, formal theater-sized experience. Red velvet curtains and all.
My sister had taken her daughter, then age 5, to the show. And both damn near had heart-failure when a hulking Darth Vader appeared behind them to menace the theater-goers in line for tickets!
I had been dating a woman named Ardith on-and-off for a while. She was an Army vet, liked guns and Italian food. She was a terrific kisser. And was mad for science fiction. Especially Star Trek. And thought Star Wars was some kind of cheesy rip off. (She even had pencil nudes of Spock she bought at an early sci-fi convention – but that’s for another post. On second thought, no, it’s not…)
I attended the showing stag because she had been unconvinced it was worthy of been seen.
Eventually, I convinced her.
And, being the prepared woman she was, she brought her ‘purse’. Essentially a duffel bag!
Lined with plastic – containing massive quantities of fresh, buttered popcorn and a six pack of cold beer!
What a terrific way to watch a movie in Cinerama with THX sound! (We just had to wait for the loud parts to pop the pop tops! 🙂 )
Ardith and I stopped seeing each other, and moved on with our lives. I married, became a father and I only saw two later sequels.
Then I kinda lost interest in the whole Star Wars thing.
Guess I got older…
Gotta go – it’s nap time.
PS – Han shot first!
(from Woman’s Outdoor News)
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Great stuff, what?!
Uh, NO, it’s orange.
My roomie and I watch
a lot a correct amount of television together. We both like movies (Alfred Hitchcock), and many of the same intense TV shows (Graceland, Suits, The Shield, True Detective, Complications), and some less intense (Property Brothers, House Crashers).
Recently, she was convinced we should try watching Orange Is The New Black. It’s a series (based on a book) surrounding a poor little rich girl, who, when she was young and stupid, moved some cash for a lesbian drug dealer (who also became her lover).
Then, years later, when she was engaged to be married (to a man) the Feds found her and advise her the statute of limitations was 12 years for her offense. And it had been 10 years. Someone had dropped a dime on her.
Presto! She’s in a federal prison for 15 months. And the show recounts her adventures.
With the prison administration. Corrections officers. Other prisoners. In a women’s prison. (translation – violence, unfairness, depictions of both lesbian and straight sex, just short of requiring an X rating!)
Replete with her whining about how unfair everything is.
Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately, depending on your view) the whining and sex are not the entire focus of the show.
As the show progresses surrounding the main plot, the back stories of the other prisoners are revealed. Sometimes they are victims who made poor choices, sometimes they are controlled, sometimes controlling. Sometimes mentally ill.
And sometimes just plain evil.
I never watched OZ, but I get the idea this is similar, except with women.
And I expected not to like it (except perhaps some parts:-)), but it’s really not bad. My biggest complaint is whoever did the sound mixing had no idea what they were doing! We have to keep playing with the volume to either hear or not go deaf.
And watching with a good female friend, with whom you used to be romantically-involved, who is now your landlord is the most uncomfortable part!