Remote Silliness

It’s a well-known fact that if a criminal scrote wants to get into your car, he will.  But why make it easier for him?

Got a car with keyless technology? It’s twice as likely to be stolen: Insurer reveals changing face of motor theft as brazen criminals shift tactics.

This is one modern geegaw I’ve never understood the need for, let alone wanted in my car.  What is so difficult about inserting a key into the ignition and turning it, that you have to make it “wireless”?

Of course, there’s this:

  • Price of electronic starter fob when added to your car’s selling price:  > $300
  • Price of metal key:  ~$1.

Fuck ’em.  If I ever get a new car (highly unlikely), the first thing I’ll have done is get the fob disabled.  And if it can’t be disabled and is the only way to start the car, I’ll get another car with a fucking metal key.

This has nothing to do with a resistance to change;  it’s resistance to pointless, expensive and unnecessary change.

Next:  electronic handbrakes.

What A Difference

…a day makes.

Yesterday:  Had my annual physical.  Doc says that my stats show that I’m actually in better shape than at my last physical.

Today:  Wake up with post-nasal drip and a sore throat.

Quote Of The Day

On concealable guns:

“Any gun that’s not the size of  the Glock 17 is not going to be easy to shoot.” — Bill Wilson

Oh yeah, Bill, tell it like it is.

He calls the teenies “pocket rockets” and refers to them as “talisman guns” — i.e. people who carry them while not expecting to use them, but falling foul of the “any gun is better than no gun” trope.

I guess I’m guilty of that myself every time I strap on the S&W 637, the only difference from the talisman carriers being that I actually have practiced drawing and shooting the 637 — a lot — while the same isn’t true of the typical of those people.

Of course, I often feel the same way when I strap on the Browning High Power instead of the 1911, but let’s not go back into the “manly” vs. “Europellet” cartridge argument.

Less Beauty In The World

I once wrote that Kirstie Alley was one of the five sexiest women in the world.  And now she’s gone (thank you, cancer, you fucking bastard).

My absolute favorite of her movies:  Sibling Rivalry.

Yeah, I know that she later ballooned out and was seven kinds of crazy, including Scientology.  Don’t care.  She had the world’s sexiest eyes, and laugh.

R.I.P., you gorgeous creature.

No More Gun Lists

Yeah, I was pulled deep into the magazine wells of Teh Intarwebz, and ended up watching the Outlaw listing his Top 10 Guns You Can Bet Your Life On.

And I don’t disagree with any of his choices, to any degree of difference other than choice — as he puts it, guns that you like and are familiar with, as opposed to an equally good option but in a different platform (AR vs. AK, for instance; he prefers the AR, I prefer the AK, but I have almost no experience with the AR because I served in a different country’s .dotmil).

Also, given how much he shoots and how many more guns he plays with, I’m going to state with the utmost conviction that his opinions are going to be much more worthwhile than mine.

And given that I’m a cantankerous Old Phartte with way too many prejudices (fuck off, Glock), Chris’s opinions are even more reliable than mine.  So whereas his recommendations for a gun are more likely to be based on solid testing and experience, mine are going to be the same five guns, every single time, because a lifetime’s shooting of those five has imprinted them deep in my psyche and I’m not likely to change them.

What guns?  Oh, come on:

  • 1911, Browning P35, CZ 75, SIG 210 and Beretta 92FS for centerfire semi-auto handguns
  • Python, S&W 65 and 686, Ruger GP100 and Ruger Blackhawk  for revolvers
  • Mauser 98, Mauser Mod 12, Mauser 1896, Winchester 1894, and AK-47 for centerfire rifles
  • and so on.

If you couldn’t guess at least four out of my five in each category, you haven’t been paying attention.

So I’m not going to be doing any more gun lists because my opinions are no longer that relevant.  Let the young gunslingers have their day on EeewChoob.