Footcheese
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Well I had one hell of a day. I woke up around 5, drove my old lady to her friend's house (she was catching a ride with her friend to MD's eastern shore to see another friend), and immediately kicked into GSD mode. When I got back to my little apartment I scoured Comcast on demand for something to watch because I knew Netflix wasn't gettin' here until 10 or so. I settled for the latest Rambo flick. It was OK. Didn't really hit my mark. I wasn't really expecting it to, I'm not much for bow hunting and knife forging.
So I get up off the ole sofa after that was said and done, make myself a sandwich, determine if I want to open carry while trying to go down to Comcast and swap cable boxes (my HDTV is all screwed up) since I was planning on going to NRA HQ to test my hand at CCI Blazer's .44 spc JHP stuff. Ultimately it was good I decided not to because Comcast was closed (banker's hours) and I was ticked. So then I got myself some Wendy's, picked up some Jameson, checked the mail and found my Netflix much to my delight.
I planned tonight as a sort of homage-to-Texas night (never been there but I hear it's a dry heat). I ordered the 1997 documentary Waco: The Rules of Engagement and The Border. I wanted to rip into that Jameson and fire up Waco... after all today was a celebration of man liberty, no? But NRA HQ was beckoning and tanked target practice with a .44 Mag isn't exactly something their likes smile upon. So straight up Wendy's and Waco it is. Great show by the way.
After Waco, I was feeling all down and ticked off about how the last 20 years have been quite the sh*t show for an American's personal rights, so plinking (I'm thinking we should change the name for paper target plinking to phhhting) sounded good. Those CCI Blazer's are alright. Pretty clean, hollow point, FUN. NRA sold me some Magtech Cowboy Action specials though that put just the right amount of gook in my business to really make Mr. Redhawk unhappy though. It was a combination of that and the heat swelling from the Winchester 240 gr Magnums that ticked him off. So I quit somewhere around 50 minutes in.
When I get home it's after 7, so it's acceptable convention to drink now, right? I put in The Border and assemble a nice-n-tall Jameson on the rocks and get back on the old sofa (this all happened some time after I cleaned all that Magtech crud out of my number). I'm greeted by some pretty poignant John Hiatt over the opening credits that I'd normally get a little queasy about but THIS worked.
It starts out and Jack Nicholson is an INS type working in So Cal. We get to see his little home life, living out of a trailer with his wife, living it simple like (I did notice that he had some kind of stainless 1911 in this scene), when all of a sudden his wife start probing him about how she thinks they should move to El Paso and buy a duplex next to her little buddy. Jack's all leery of it but ultimately goes along with it (after all, who owns the poon in this relationship?).
The duplex is a weird little ranch style thing and the wife's little buddy next door is like her carbon copy with a wig (literally) and married to Harvey Keitel. Harvey gets Jack a job and Jack struggles through out the rest of the film with a sort of spiritual fulfillment type of thing while Harvey's role is a sort of materialism yin to Jack's yang type of thing. I won't ruin it for anyone reading all of this Jameson fueled blibber blabber, but I will say that the El Paso border patrol had some nice looking S&W revos that may have been some kind of model 27 with a 4" barrel. They also had some pretty sweet cartridge belts too that I wouldn't mind having.
I thought it was kind of cool how Jack went from a stainless 1911 to a model 27 though. Anyways, if you haven't seen The Border, check it out.
So I get up off the ole sofa after that was said and done, make myself a sandwich, determine if I want to open carry while trying to go down to Comcast and swap cable boxes (my HDTV is all screwed up) since I was planning on going to NRA HQ to test my hand at CCI Blazer's .44 spc JHP stuff. Ultimately it was good I decided not to because Comcast was closed (banker's hours) and I was ticked. So then I got myself some Wendy's, picked up some Jameson, checked the mail and found my Netflix much to my delight.
I planned tonight as a sort of homage-to-Texas night (never been there but I hear it's a dry heat). I ordered the 1997 documentary Waco: The Rules of Engagement and The Border. I wanted to rip into that Jameson and fire up Waco... after all today was a celebration of man liberty, no? But NRA HQ was beckoning and tanked target practice with a .44 Mag isn't exactly something their likes smile upon. So straight up Wendy's and Waco it is. Great show by the way.
After Waco, I was feeling all down and ticked off about how the last 20 years have been quite the sh*t show for an American's personal rights, so plinking (I'm thinking we should change the name for paper target plinking to phhhting) sounded good. Those CCI Blazer's are alright. Pretty clean, hollow point, FUN. NRA sold me some Magtech Cowboy Action specials though that put just the right amount of gook in my business to really make Mr. Redhawk unhappy though. It was a combination of that and the heat swelling from the Winchester 240 gr Magnums that ticked him off. So I quit somewhere around 50 minutes in.
When I get home it's after 7, so it's acceptable convention to drink now, right? I put in The Border and assemble a nice-n-tall Jameson on the rocks and get back on the old sofa (this all happened some time after I cleaned all that Magtech crud out of my number). I'm greeted by some pretty poignant John Hiatt over the opening credits that I'd normally get a little queasy about but THIS worked.
It starts out and Jack Nicholson is an INS type working in So Cal. We get to see his little home life, living out of a trailer with his wife, living it simple like (I did notice that he had some kind of stainless 1911 in this scene), when all of a sudden his wife start probing him about how she thinks they should move to El Paso and buy a duplex next to her little buddy. Jack's all leery of it but ultimately goes along with it (after all, who owns the poon in this relationship?).
The duplex is a weird little ranch style thing and the wife's little buddy next door is like her carbon copy with a wig (literally) and married to Harvey Keitel. Harvey gets Jack a job and Jack struggles through out the rest of the film with a sort of spiritual fulfillment type of thing while Harvey's role is a sort of materialism yin to Jack's yang type of thing. I won't ruin it for anyone reading all of this Jameson fueled blibber blabber, but I will say that the El Paso border patrol had some nice looking S&W revos that may have been some kind of model 27 with a 4" barrel. They also had some pretty sweet cartridge belts too that I wouldn't mind having.
I thought it was kind of cool how Jack went from a stainless 1911 to a model 27 though. Anyways, if you haven't seen The Border, check it out.