You all may recall one of the Christmas presents I got two weeks back:
Well, thanks to Alert Reader Mark D, we learn the truth about “knifemaker” Ed Mehler (my emphasis):
Ed Mehler is a knife seller for Knives Ranch and that he had previously been told to stop representing himself as the maker of Knives Ranch knives he was selling (at least those with the Knives Ranch logo stamp on them).
Note that this dates back to 2014, which means this asshole is still in business.
Caveat emptor (let the buyer beware) — in my case, emptor morsus est (the buyer was bitten).
Oh well… at least I have the best-looking boxcutter in Texas.
“Dear Dr. Kim:
“I understand that you used to play in a rock band, so perhaps you can help. Our gig band is in need of a keyboards player, so we set up a whole bunch of auditions. Astonishingly, every single applicant was female, and we’ve never had any women in the band before. The problem is that all the applicants were excellent musicians, and none of us guys can decide which one we like best. I’ve attached pics in the hope that this will guide you to help us decide.”
— The Undecided Quartet
Women are problematic in a rock band, for all sorts of reasons. If they’re single, they will inevitably get a boyfriend who gets jealous of the guys in the band and will try to get her to quit. If she’s already married, chances are that her husband will eventually start to feel the same way, AND the odds are also good that she’ll get pregnant and quit the band to look after her brat, or some such stupid reason. I’m not even going to get into the scenario where two or more of your bandmates are going to fall in love with her and get jealous of each other; or if they’re married, will have an affair with her thus angering the wifey — all of which means that the band could break up over the bitch. Do you really want to have to deal with all that? Anyway, now that I’ve got that off my chest, let’s look at the pics…
— Dr. Kim
P.S. Choose the one who can read music the best. Or the one with the biggest tits. Either is good.
“Dear Dr. Kim, “For some reason, or maybe because I’m an old lady in my late sixties, fashion designers and haute couture houses no longer want to ‘dress’ me for media events like movie premieres and other red-carpet affairs. I think I still look quite nice (see attached pics). What should I do?”
— James Bond’s Former Bedmate
I wouldn’t worry about it. Frankly, you look better at 70 than 99% of today’s younger tattooed prostitutes who try to pass themselves off as “models” or “actresses”; and among the older ones like Hanoi Jane Fonda and Titsy Mirren, you look better still.
My suggestion is that you go somewhere like Top Shop or some little boutique in Chelsea, and pick your own red-carpet outfit from among their wares. (Don’t worry if the things don’t look so good; after all, Helena Bonham Carter has been dressing like a bag lady for years, and the glitterati all think she’s “charming” and “eccentric”, when you and I both know she’s simply as crazy as a sackful of wet cats and probably has a naked body which, very unlike yours, looks like a plastic bag of warm rice pudding.)
Then you can just laugh when hundreds of women storm the place where you bought your outfit, all hoping that if they buy and wear the same thing they’ll look as good as you did at the red-carpet shindig. (They won’t, don’t worry.) Then, when Vivienne Westwood or Paul McCartney’s daughter come crawling back to you to wear their latest foul offerings, tell them you prefer the Top Shop / little boutique’s lines over their overpriced dreck, and they can all fuck off.
Frankly, me sexy old darling, long after everyone has forgotten who all these pretentious little fag designers and stupid lesbo poseurs ever were, you and your movie roles will still be causing pup tents to spring up in men’s beds all over the Western world — and isn’t that a better thing, really?
I will never forget reading some thread online where an Austinite was moaning about all the Californians moving to Austin for the tech jobs — and complaining that they were too conservative for Austin.
I hate to break it to y’all, but if you leave California because you’re surrounded by liberals and have lost your “political voice”, and then move to Austin TX (!!!), that isn’t moving at all. You’ve just exchanged the world’s best climate for an oven, you’re still going to be surrounded by liberal assholes, and your political voice will be drowned out again, this time by liberal Texas twang. As Mark Pulliam discovered.
So Pulliam is leaving Austin and Texas, and moving to Tennessee. Given his poor decision-making history, he’s probably heading for Nashville.
Might as well just move to Greenwich Village and have done with it.
Speaking personally, I can’t find much wrong with it. The advice is old-fashioned, to be sure, but I suspect that if you asked any man what he felt about the reverse of the advice — e.g., how do you feel when your wife screams at you (#1) or belittles you in public (#2)? And yes, I know that a lot of the advice could apply equally to men. That’s not the topic under discussion, here.
When to restore an old gun versus keeping it with honest wear? For example: I have several old firearms.
1.) Old heavily worn SMLE, lots of interesting carving on the furniture, but the barrel might as well be a smooth bore. If i remove anymore rust, then fire the rifle I’ll start seeing daylight thought the side of the barrel. Originally I bought this for a song to convert to a modern De Lisle through one of those kits Rhineland Arms sells, by the time I got around to buying the kit (also putting the money together) Rhineland Arms stopped selling the conversion kit.
2.) A between-the-wars commercial 1911A1, which I picked up for a song. It looks like the previous owner had taken a belt sander to it. The rampant Colt is half gone and the serial number is barely visible. Before I dare fire it, I would replace the barrel, grips (broken), and replace all the springs, at a minimum. Of course since I like to shoot, I probably would get a gunsmith to lower and flare the ejection port, fit modern sights, and put some finish on the exterior. This would probably remove the faded Colt, etc. In other words, I’d probably spend the equivalent of buying a new Springfield 1911A1 to turn old steel into new. At the same time, I would be destroying another little piece of history.
The SMLE is easy: turn it into a “mantlepiece gun” — put it up on the wall somewhere as a decoration, and give the old war weapon a dignified retirement. There’s no point in “fixing” it, because the history is too important — why lose that piece of history when you could take the same money and get a new gun for about the same price?
As for the 1911, I say the opposite: go for it, and fix it up; turn it into a shooter. Frankly, from the sound of it, the gun has been all but destroyed, and as such it has little real intrinsic value, especially as it wasn’t a service piece. By all means replace all the innards (don’t forget the firing pin) and get it running. Oh, and you may want to talk to a gunsmith about the serial number: for some reason, the fuzz don’t take too kindly to an anonymous gun, and it may be necessary to redo the stamping (along with a certified notification for future use). Also check for frame cracks, because from all accounts the poor old thing has been horribly abused.
It’s an interesting conundrum, isn’t it? And thanks for the letter.