An Evening With Mr. Gatsby

So just what am I wanting to throw together this summer for some evil looking bad ass 10/22 action?

well 1) a 10/22 which you can get for around $190… and 2) all the following shit from Cabelas…

It’s a tapco stock for about $90

Maybe get a forward grip on it, and a cheap red-dot scope and some high capacity 50 round magazines… evil 22 shooting is on the horizon…

And then throw in som 50 round magazines…

…and plink all day long

Well, now due to the increasing prices of ammo… all a feller can afford to shoot is 22lr. Well, if I’m gonna go that route… I might as well have a BA 10/22. And I’m thinking a tactical 10/22 is the way to go…

More of my thoughts on this tomorrow

Random Thing:

I don’t know what it is, but it was on Hwy. 30 a few months ago and it made me really angry. You couldn’t get around the damn thing even on the two lane, wasn’t till I got going up the hill by the Cedar River and the jack-ass got over in the slow accelration lane. They even had the DOT out behind it hogging up both lanes so you couldnt get around it. Shit like this should only be moved at 4:00 AM, when nobody is out.

Anger words.

Ah, January… how I despise you. December too! February, yes, my disdain for you is as equal to your compatriots.

Five hours of daylight, or so it would seem. Dark by 4:45!? Who’s idea was this? Damn you Earth and your tilted axis.

Nearly 1am, I should be asleep by now. Fuck. Damn you brain. Years ago my bedtime was 2am, now I try to be in bed by 11:30. Shit, damn. At least I’m not writing like Hemmingway. I fucking hate Hemmingway. We drank Pernod. Oooh, Scotch, Glenlivet, now there’s classy booze.

Thinking about skipping out on work tomorrow. I just do not feel like going in. I had my two days respite called my weekend. Ranabout Iowa City on Friday, spent the evening in. Today up to the Gun Show in Cedar Rapids! Helped two of my friends pick up some AR-15 lower’s so that they can get started building evil-black-assault-rifles before they get banned. Yes… yes we need them. Someday the Zombies may come, or the Canadians, or the Zombie-Canadians. And -we -will -be -ready. Much walking at the show, picked up some ammo, always good to stock up.

Essay Essay Essay Essay… open the window… let the cool night breeze in. Fuck that, it am are cold out. Summer’s sweet caress can come back at -any- time.

In strange mood. Maybe it’s my foot that is asleep, and my brain. I dreamt of a preying-mantis covered in reinstones lastnight. What the fuck?!?! I need to get a passport. I need to go to India. Fuck thats a lot of people over there.

Maybe I’ll just eat some Curry instead.

I pray for zombie attack.

(PS… Congrats to Bobo who noticed my mockery of the Emo-Kids by misspelling Saddest intentionally)

Okay, confused? Ever here of it? If not, don’t believe what the others say. Just because it sounds like some sort of bizzare Scandinavian way to commit suicide… It’s really quite nice. I actually have of recent discovered that I LOVE LUTEFISK.

I’m not much of a fish eater really. It all tastes the same to me. Cod, Catfish, Talapia, Fishsticks, they’re all the same to me. I only really like Salmon, the king of fish. All the others, well, fishsticks suit me just fine, and you don’t see me running out to buy a box of Van De Kamps now do you?

This lye soaked re-hydrated semi-gelatinous fish though… it tastes unique. It tastes good. For goodness sake, it’s just fish! All the people that are bitching and moaning how disgusting it is are the same namby-pamby-ass pussies that had their mommies cut the crusts off the whitebread pb&j sammiches as a kid, and couldn’t eat said sammich unless mommie cut it at a diagonal, gave them a kiss on the cheek, and fondled their privates on the way out the door.

So to categorize there are I believe four categories of fish:

1)Whitefish flavourless, cod, catfish, talapia, grouper, walleye, anything that comes out of a river in Iowa, et cetera

2)Salmon… ALL HAIL SALMON KING OF FISH

3)Tuna and things that taste like tuna

4)Lutefisk, the other fish

I leave you now with this: Dick Van Dyke was a Communist Spy.

Trapped in Micromanagementhell

After an evening spent fighting a shop door that is frozen shut, filling out christmas cards, and trying to set fire to a kitchen stove, I am now sitting here in said kitchen, not burned down mind you, typing a this post on my “NEW” Power Mac G4. The machine is circa 2000 I believe, but it seems to work just fine for browsing the internet. Reads the news just fine, and images load up pretty decent too. I’m even starting to get used to it’s super loud fan. I see why people called these things the Power Mac Wind Tunnel.

It’s such a neat nifty little toy. I must admit that if I’ve ever tried to use a 7 year old PC on the internet it seizes up like a cut rate plastic surgeon his first time out infront of a jury. Now, granted I need to get a new keyboard. The one that came with the machine looks like toast, or various bread products exploded in the underside. And right now I’m using a PC USB Layzer Mouze courtesy of the Zach clearing-house, so I’ll totally have to head to Iowa City to visit m¥ favorite place on earth for rummaging: The University of Iowa Surplus Store. I’m sure they’ll have on of those clear,nifty one button mac mouses.

We shall see how this transpires…

Ah December, when the American consumer crowds the malls and shopping centers of our once great nation like hogs at a feed trough. Apparently somehow as a nation we’ve lost the ability to express affection outside of a two month period in the Winter, during which only how wide one opens up their wallet matters.

I suppose this shouldn’t really turn into yet an other cookie cutter musing about “the reason for the season” And it’s not. What I wonder is where humanity is going. At what point does conspicuous consumption give the cow a fatal case of clover bloat? How long can we go on living like we have for the last 60 years? Pretty soon the rest of the civil world will have archived some  sort of parity with the mighty dollar. Or has that moment arrived and in typical post 50’s American fashion have we ignored it only so long as it doesn’t effect the price of cheap gasoline and whatever opiate is en vogue at the time.

What Americans keep ignoring is the racing pace that China and India are taking towards becoming world players. These two countries have traditionally been considered the rural backwaters of the global stage, but now, that is changing. A modern “great leap forward” is happening in Asia and the subcontinent. Villagers are coming in out of the countryside, and they all want tvs, refrigerators, microwaves, sony walkmen, and a family car to boot. The demand in the “other world” for these items is stripping valuable resources out of the market originally intended for the west. Simply put, things were cheap to make because the west was the only place that wanted them. Cheap because goods could be manufactured in countries outside the west and all was well. But now other world is becoming civilized, and that cuts into the bottom line for the west.

Personally, I think it’ll hurt, but eventually the system will level out. Everybody in the world will have a tv and a pair of tennis shoes. Gas will cost everybody on the planet $7.oo a gallon, America will step down from it’s spot as the most important country in the world…  well dinner is here gotta go

Oh what fun this is. I only hope that it’s not like the last ice storm we had. Rain is falling now. All morning it was frozen sleet. I used my car scraper on the big bay window in the livingroom. It was nice to see outside. My God what the hell is wrong with me? I’m writing like Hemmingway. We drank Pernod. I detest Hemmingway. Along with Hemmingway, I detest this couch I am on. Who thought that burlap was a good material for furniture? Okay, I doubt that it’s burlap, but it is about as comfortable as burlap.

The VA Tech/Boston College game is on the HDTV 23-16. I’ve liked the Hokies since my days in Dubuque and we wasted time by playing NCAA College football on the PS2. Sometimes it’s healthy to cheer for a team aside from those venerable law-breakers that don the Black and Gold, and call themselves Hawkeyes. I’m not ready to cry Alford when Kirk Ferentz crosses my screen yet. Nor am I out for Norm Parker’s blood. Defense seems to be the only thing the Hawkeyes have.

End of the 4th VT intercepts BC’s last chance. Personal Fouls which cancel eachother out. Hmmm. Tensions run high this late in the game. Orange bowl for the victor. At least BC wont be sitting at home on their hands, trying ever so hard to keep from running out to the local wal-mart and steal some $10.oo dvds.

Where have I been?

Forgetting things.

All I do now is forget. I’m like the main character in Memento, only I can remember about a week at a time. Usually not even that. I have a routine, more or less now. Weekends are the only thing that matters now. The weekdays are just mind-numbing re-runs of the same thing over and over.

Wednesdays I play racquetball with my friends Carly & Brian. Or at least we used to play racquetball, until our 4th person (Lauren) decided to stop coming, and decided she would rather play house with her boyfriend that nobody except for her cares for. They’re trying now to buy a condo together. Shouldn’t be a problem. Her family is very, very, wealthy.

Another VT interception, this time they scored, flag on the play though… How’s this gonna come down.

Still raining out here.

And VT has won 30 to 16.

Why does WP double space everytime I hit the damn enter key?

Back to what I was saying: I have Fridays and Saturdays off, which means Thursday is my Friday. It’s nice, I have a business day free where I can take care of things if I need to. Paying bills, shopping for important things, what not. I can’t remember what I did last weekend. Okay, now it’s coming back… That’s one of the reasons I’m wanting to get back into posting, just so I can look back and see what I’ve done.

Oh USC/UCLA is on now… I HATE USC, LIKE THE SUN HATES THE NIGHT, AND HOW THE BACTERIA OF A FESTERING PUSS FILLED WOUND  HATES PENICILLIN. I’d love to see an 87-0 score against USC.

Last Thursday was Thanksgiving, I had to work, reduced hours, so we had our Turkey on Friday. I went and did the Black Friday shopping with Zach for the 2nd year in a row. We are not so much shoppers for the sale, but we like the Human Drama of it all. I would write about the deatails of it all now, but the rain has picked up considerably, there is a fumble on tv, I’m distracted. FUCK USC! Damn you UCLA, fumbling bastards! Damn you USC! I am totally distracted and throwing bananna bread at the HD. I may be back later. The ice gathers on the trees, this is not looking good.