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Should use this instead of ballistic gel for those long days at the range. . .
Town Livin’
Third World County™-style.
Yeh, I did see a pig sauntering down the street through a collection of small apartments, and I am now listening to a Spring calf bawl just over the way, in a neighbor’s yard. Amd their rooster makes for a pleasant dawn wakeup call.
Here. In town. Maybe the “city” will let me raise goats to mow my lawn. . .
Stylin’ for the Coming Dhimmicrapocalypse?
The urban ghillie suit. Stylin’ for the “free range ‘organic’ vegan” hunter:
Who Really Needs Weather Reports?
Well, a cold front is moving in, probably rain as well. I have a “report” from a source that’s been pretty reliable for the past five++ decades, the same “source” that taught me The First Lesson of Horsemanship”
“Always watch (be aware of) your feet. . . and the horse’s.”
Yep, my left foot, the “record keeper for The First Lesson,” has submitted multiple “pain reports” today, as in “with every step.” *heh*
A Day Without Learning. . .
. . .is a day wasted.
Kinda late in the day already to be learning something new (to me), but after a few search-fu moves of great artistry, I now know enough about the lost city of Tolente to be, well, not dangerous, exactly, but annoying.
There’s your search prompt. Do with it what you will. Or won’t. 🙂
Never Thought of That Before. . .
Just read a narrative describing some “eastern Über-urban greenhorns'” first experience tacking up and riding horses. I had never before considered just how intimidating horses could be to someone from such sheltered backgrounds. *shrugs* It had just never occurred to me.
*heh* Further descriptive narrative from short “horse trek” event: “Watch that back leg so he can’t cock his guns and [‘cow’-] kick you, and mind yer back when you pull off the bridle so he can’t bite you. . .” Yeh, probably the second and third lessons taught me by one cantankerous old guy. The first one was memorable (and I still remember it when the weather changes): watch your feet–or better yet, the horse’s feet.
Here’s Something You Can Use. . .
. . . or not.
Imagine an (OVERLY ornately decorated store front catering to chocoholics: Rococo Cocoa.
Your fortune is in your hands. . .
Olde Pharte Stuff. . .
. . .only THIS time Olde Pharte Tomcat stuff. Old guy (going on 19 years) has developed a skin condition. Petting him (while he was in his Demand Position, my lap) resulted in well-urined jeans, so. . . a soothing bath was in order. For him. Yeh, soothed his skin condition (for now; will require followups), but means, shucky darns *heh*, he’s avoiding my lap, now. Yeh, what a burden to bear: having non-cat-blocked access to my lil laptop.
He’s parked right in front of a heater vent, smartycat.
Cool Lil Devices
Kinda enjoying my Caldwell Emax Shadow hearing protection. Really attenuates loud noises while passing ambient sounds at comfortable levels. That’s all I really use them for, although I probably could also use ’em with my phone via Bluetooth. But just enhanced ambient sound + hearing protection from loud noises is all I really want or need.
Delightful
I had lost track of Margaret Ball and not read anything by her for several years when I ran across A Pocketful of Stars (Applied Topology Book 1). Good stuff, Maynard. I’m now working my way through the seven book series, and, if then quality remains at the level I expect from Ball, I am NOT looking forward to finishing book seven and discovering she has not written book eight. Yet. *heh*
Oh, there’s nothing “important” about the books (although my brief spate of appreciation for advanced–or even just semi-advanced–math ~50-ish years ago and continued casual appreciation to this day does enjoy the “math talk”). They are just fun, well-told stories with amusing and interesting characters. Juuuust a wee tad Wodehousian in “fluffiness,” if Wodehouse were to have been mathematically inclined and in tune with contemporary “college kidsian” mores.
*sigh* OK, it’s taken a bit of a “bodice-ripper” turn in book 3. Oh, well. It was good while it lasted.