PC Mag, once an informative source for info about, you know, PCs and related items now wants to clue me in about “The Best TVs under $1,000.” Yeh, well, if I’m gonna eke out juuuust under a kilobuck for a TV, it had better bring me my coffee. . . and shut itself off afterwards.
Stylin’ for the Coming Dhimmicrapocalypse?
The urban ghillie suit. Stylin’ for the “free range ‘organic’ vegan” hunter:
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. 🙂
What is a “Gin-Saké”?
A cocktail for the brain damaged and morally-vapid WH press secretary: the Gin-Saké Martini.
Someone ought to start bringing her a barrel of the stuff for her press conferences. It would improve them a great deal.
ROE
I am not clear on the rules of engagement the Ukrainian resistance is operating under, though I would think that “anything goes” would be appropriate when dealing with an invader. . . (I’d include some soap flakes/shredded Styrofoam in gasoline/diesel-based Molotov Cocktails, were I making some for resistance, but maybe that’s just me. . . )
What’s This I Hear About a “Super Bowel”?
Yeh, I post things like this because you can’t stop me.
Room to Swing a Cat
Whenever I hear or read that phrase, I always catch at least a glimpse of my 5-y.o. self grabbing the tail of the mean cat from next door and hammer-throwing it back across the fence. Good times. . .
It’s the Little Things #4,831 *heh*
I kinda wonder sometimes. . . I see snippets of TV (because I rarely see anything worth watching for a longer time), and programs that show characters riding horseback are, at best, a mixed bag. Sometimes, they’re just sacks of potatoes jouncing along. Painfully. At other times, I see riders posting the trot, but even then it’s usually very badly–often because their stirrups are badly hung.
I really have to wonder what the various people involved in the filming–from the actors to the directors to, well, whatever horse wrangler they may (or may not?) have are thinking. *smh*
But then, there’s the “Little Thing” #10 (and I am surprised there are any more highly ranked, but then. . . ): complete, total, and absolute blank space where firearms knowledge should exist in the script, direction, and action. That’s higher ranked, of course, because it’s dangerous (and not only on the set!).
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.
My Ever-Expanding World!
Left the house for the first time in nearly two weeks this morning. Went 10 yards. Installed new headlamp in Son&Heir’s car. Came back in. That’s enough for this week.