Category: Personal

Since Bitter got here I’ve been telling her “Hey, missy!  Get your b**ch @55 in the kitchen and make me some pie!”  Well, yesterday as a Independence Day treat, she made some chocolate banana crap pie.  It was so bad that we threw the rest out, rather than torture our taste buds with any more.

So now she needs to get her b**ch @55 back in the kitchen, and make me another pie!

One of my neighbors around the corner seems to have cornered the market on contraband fireworks, because he put on a pretty impressive display.  I heard a scream come from the guy, but I think it’s because he got sprayed with a glittery firework, because he resumed setting them off.  Either that or he’ll wake up tomorrow with a hangover, and no thumb.

To everyone in my neighborhood lighting off contraband fireworks: your wonton disregard for laws against fun, and the politicians and buraucrats who wish to protect you make you great Americans.

Today our office is closing at 1:00, so there is little time for blogging.  This Sunday I have an IHMSA match, where I’m hoping to shoot smallbore and field pistol.  Field pistol means reloading some .44 special rounds.  I’m trying a new load, so sometime before dark I want to get out and crony it.  Getting some small bore practice in is also called for, I think.  I’m also compiling the results of the E-Postal match, which will be up later today.

I’m guessing we won’t be seeing Clayton at the Gun Blogger Rendezvous any time soon.  Say what you will about Reno, but Washoe County has a hell of a shooting range.  I’m not much of a gambler either, so that aspect of the city is no attraction to me.  I did find the automobile museum to be worthwhile, as I’m assuming Clayton did as well.

No, I’m not talking about that guy who used a .22LR to try to bore a hole in his house for installing a satellite dish, and accidentally shot his wife.  I borrowed my friend Jason’s nail gun to get some last minute baseboards installed in the loft area, where the builders and previous owners have so far neglected to put them.  Baseboards are one of those things I thought were mostly decorative, until you see what happens to drywall when you don’t have them, especially on corners.

After using a nail gun, there’s no way I could ever go back to a hammer.  I’m not sure how civilization made due before the nail gun.   The Amish don’t know what they are missing.  Clearly a barn raising could be done before noon if they adopted this technology, and then they could spend the rest of the day drinking, if the Amish actually drank.   Perhaps this is why they eschew technology, because with all the spare time, what are you going to do?  Drink, and watch TV.  It’s a vicious cycle.

Now we just need to finish the painting in that room, and get Bitter’s stuff put up there, and we’re good to move on to painting the bedroom.  Before too long, I might not feel like I’m living in a warehouse!

Bitter arrived with the moving truck on Thursday.   On Saturday, the movers came to move everything from the truck to my living room.   The first picture was taken after Bitter had already moved and put away a good portion of the kitchen boxes.

The kitchen stuff is getting put away first.  Naturally, since we’ve both been living on our own for a while, there’s a lot of duplicate equipment.  Most of my knives and silverware are inferior to hers, and so are departing.  Same with pots and pans.  Of course, now we have four fondue pots, two food processors, and two bread machines.  Not stuff that’s typically thrown out, so I’m guessing we’ll be craigslisting a lot of it. 

Of course, we both had the same type of Corelware, so now we just have a lot of it.  She has a lot more cooking stuff than I do, such as a press for making raviolis, actually, I think there are two of those.  One in case you want to make a flat ravioli, and another for making folded ones.  It’s a good thing I have a big drawer in the kitchen for stuff I almost never use :)

I normally get the air conditioning ready to go until late June or July, but since it’s supposed to hit 100 on Monday, I decided to flip the switch early this year.  Last night there was no way I was getting to sleep without it, and with Bitter unpacking lots of boxes and with moving furniture around, I figured now was a good time.

So coal will be burned, and atoms will be split to further my appetite for cool comfort.  Thanks be to thermodynamics.

I have never had a more acute need for closets that use TARDIS technology than I will by the end of this next week.  Consider this from Bitter:

Tomorrow the goal is the bathroom and my bedroom.  It may sound easy, but you guys have no idea about my bedroom which has three closets.  That’s going to kick my butt tomorrow.

I have thrown out two large contractor bags full of clothing.  I figured it’s high time to accept that I’m not fitting into the clothes I used to wear right out of college.  That should make a decent amount of room to accommodate Bitter’s stuff.  But also consider this:

On Monday, I drive back to Philly, probably with Christmas decorations in the back.

I don’t know what it is with chicks and Christmas decorations, but every chick I know, even ones that live on their own, have at least a tub’s worth of Christmas decorations.  And that’s not even counting the shoes.  Where are we going to put all the shoes?  This is where the Time Lord technology comes in.  I need some place where we can fit everything, and still have a reasonable living space that looks nice.   This is about the time I seriously regret not buying a house with more storage.

Going to to my friend Carrie, who is 22 today:

Here at Snowflakes in Hell, we celebrate chicks with guns.  Especially chicks who shoot AK-74s, and invite me to shoot on their 700 acre ranch.  Happy 22nd Birthday Carrie!

Crap!  I will try to get to the range tonight to shoot this match, but it’s been a rough month for finding shooty time, aside from my regularly scheduled matches.  For one, I only spent the first weekend of the month at home.  Every other weekend I’ve been in Virginia.   This weekend we took some new shooters out to the NRA range in Fairfax.  The good news is, for the month of May, I’ll pretty much be home, except for the Louisville weekend.