Category: Personal

A nice fall pic that was snapped this weekend with my iPhone camera.  The railroad tracks and foreground are all in Pennsylvania.  The mountain in the distance is in New Jersey.  You can’t quite see the river from this vantage point.

… who thought An American Carol kind of sucked?  I mean, the politics of it might be compatible with what I believe, but it just wasn’t funny.  Airplane was funny, because it was a great send-up of the airline disaster flicks.  An American Carol was a send-up of Michael Moore.  But Michael Moore is a parody of himself.  If you parody a parody, is it funny?  I didn’t think so.

UPDATE: I will say though, it was funnier than Canadian Bacon, which was also a movie that just wasn’t funny, even though there were some very funny actors in it.

Answering Breda’s call:

Pictures of me at 2 and 12.  I was once glued to oversized headphones before those clever Japanese relieved us from the burden (and before bassophiles brought them back).  The 70s and 80s were rough on the eyes.  Fortunately, we have put that sad chapter in our nation’s fashion history behind us.

My bank name has tracked exactly to the name of our Hockey/Basketball arena in Philadelphia.  First it was the CoreStates Center, then CoreStates got bought out by First Union, which got bought out by Wachovia.  So I wake up this morning and find out my bank has failed, and is now owned by Citigroup.  So the Citigroup Center it is, and it will appear that’s who I’m banking with now.

The Garand and CMP match this morning were rained out.  Drat.  I spent several hours last night loading up .223 to shoot my AR in the CMP match, and got up at 7:15 to make the match.  Oh well, some days you eat the bear, some days the bear eats you.  I’ll try again next month.

Bitter and I are attending a Friends of the NRA event tonight.  Since Friends is a program to raise money for the NRA Foundation, I can’t do any EVC electioneering outreach there.  But I can introduce myself, handing out my business cards, and hoping later I might get a few people signing up to my e-mail list.  Outreach is going more slowly than I would like.  One problem is the people who have time to do this tend to be older, and tend to not have computers and e-mail.  It’s hard communicating with these people and getting information to them.  I kind of feel like I’m in the wrong generation for trying to get people involved in local efforts.  We can bring a lot of new ideas, and new methods of organizing to the gun rights issue, but that doesn’t do us much good if the people I’m trying to reach don’t have the means to integrate with it.

… they didn’t have the internet when I was a kid.

In a supreme act of Ubergeekitude, I’ve tethered my laptop to the iPhone and am posting this from the car.  Bitter is driving, obviously.  I’m hoping to make it there in time to attend the legislative policy committee meeting.  I’ll have more to report on later, but blogging will be a bit light today.

Time to crack out the Maßkrug.  Trink, Trink, Brüderlein, Trink!

Time to head back home.  After spending a weekend with Superman learning how to fly, it’s going to be awfully hard going back to being Clark Kent again.  Trip time is about 6 hours.  See you all when I get there.

Our first stop on the way to Blackwater is at the Blackhawk headquarters.

After this stop, we board the bus again and take a ride in luxury down to North Carolina.