Mammal ancestors laid eggs, and this 250-million-year-old fossil finally proves it
Apparently, they’re still laying eggs:
Fewer Than 40,000 People Watched Star Trek: Starfleet Academy
Both snippets courtesy of Insty.
Mammal ancestors laid eggs, and this 250-million-year-old fossil finally proves it
Apparently, they’re still laying eggs:
Fewer Than 40,000 People Watched Star Trek: Starfleet Academy
Both snippets courtesy of Insty.
I have to say that I’ve always thought that WWII’s Operation Market Garden was actually a very successful military campaign, and not the horrible failure as it’s been painted. And this guy agrees with me:
In fact, the operation succeeded at six of its seven principal objectives, a rate of achievement that would be considered remarkable in almost any other military context. The American 82nd Airborne Division, under Brigadier General James Gavin, faced the daunting task of seizing the great road bridge at Nijmegen across the Waal River, one of the widest river crossings in Western Europe. They did so after brutal urban combat and a daylight assault river crossing in canvas boats under direct enemy fire, one of the most audacious tactical actions of the entire war.7 The bridge was taken intact even after the Germans tried to blow it up. The 101st Airborne Division, led by Major General Maxwell Taylor, seized the majority of its assigned bridges and canal crossings in the southern portion of the corridor and held the vital road that the operation depended on, quickly dubbed “Hell’s Highway” by the soldiers who fought along it, against repeated and determined German counterattacks. British armored units of XXX Corps advanced deeper into occupied territory in a shorter period than in any previous operation in the Western campaign. The scale of what was accomplished tends to disappear in the shadow of Arnhem, but it was genuinely extraordinary, representing the successful coordination of tens of thousands of men, hundreds of aircraft, and an armored column driving north along a single road through hostile country.
I have read a ton of history on the topic — WWII is very much a period of history near to my heart — and I think that too often Market Garden is used a lot by American historians to have a go at Brit Field Marshal Montgomery. (He’s too often caricatured instead of appreciated. Not that I have a problem with that, in general terms, because he set himself up for it pretty much all the way through the war. But we tend to forget that the reason Monty was so cautious a military commander was that he was faced with the stark fact that British and Commonwealth manpower’s losses were, to use the modern term, quite unsustainable.)
Going back to Market Garden: it may well have been a bridge too far (Arnhem), but its only real failure was that even if it had been a total success, it’s doubtful that it would have been the war-ender that Montgomery believed it would be.
I await Reader Sage Grouch’s informed opinion on this.
I must confess, looking back at my posts over the past few weeks, that I’m not batting up to my usual standards. For one thing, the news and current affairs just suck. If one doesn’t want to write about the Iran war (and I don’t) or talk about current political affairs (Swalwell’s resignation in disgrace, and not a moment too soon either) which I couldn’t be arsed to do either, then what’s left is guns ‘n roses Righteous Shootings, broads (see below) cars and music.
And on that last topic, I have to confess too that writing the Memoirs each week does drain Ye Olde Wryting Batterye a great deal, in terms of both time and mental effort. Never mind; I think that will all be over in about three weeks’ time, at which point normal service may be resumed. Or not, I dunno.
My brain hurts. I need coffee.

Change of policy announcement.
Rather than finding some media slag and posting several pictures of her, I’ll only be featuring random nameless women (e.g. girls next door, women in the street, at parties, in cars, etc.)
Here’s the first installment of such:






Deep in that there motherlode, baby.
Who said Genesis couldn’t play boogie? (Okay, maybe it was boogie as envisaged by Franz Liszt, but whatever.)
At my age, and given the number of guns I’ve a.) shot and b.) owned, you’d think that I’d be immune to gun lust by now. And to a large degree, I am. Certainly, I’m no longer seduced by a pretty gun like this vintage Purdey Hammer gun (because Purdey co$$$$t):
…and for purely cost:quality criteria, I would be more likely to go for something like this Chapuis Chapeur Classic (Classique?):

…which runs for under $5,000 and gives me a balance between looks and utility, rather than a super-budget CZ Bobwhite:

…which sells for under $800, still has all the features I want (splinter/English stock, double triggers, etc.) but would probably not provide the same stirring of the loins when I opened up Ye Olde Gunne Sayffe.
Leaving aside all mention of Purdeys and their ilk, one asks the question: is the Chapuis a better gun than the CZ? Answer: probably, and certainly in terms of workmanship (hand-built vs. Turkish assembly line), yes.
Next question: is the Chapuis six times better than the CZ? Answer: probably not.
The only time this becomes a more interesting question is if one wonders whether such a decision (upgrading to a more expensive gun) would improve one’s score / performance.
And here I turn again to Jonny Carter, who talks shotguns with ace shotgunner Anthony Matarese Jr., multiple-times world- and U.S. champion shooter.
Most of the things I once thought critical to shotgun shooting performance (e.g. locktime and trigger) turn out to be, well, not that critical, according to the (again:) multiple-times world- and U.S. champion shooter.
Go ahead and watch it (20-odd minutes), and prepare to be surprised.