My generation of musicians seems to be dropping like flies. Now it’s Bonnie Tyler, at age 75. (And by the way, hers is a lovely story.)
Yeah, it’s a heartache, which has a special place in my memory because I used to sing it (complete with her breathy rasp).
Or there’s Total Eclipse, of course.
R.I.P.
From Reader Mike S.:
“Bloody High Standard pistols require as much fiddling as a Jaguar with SU carburetors.”
Made me giggle, that did.
But he speaketh da troof. I once had a Supermatic Trophy, like this one:
…and it was absolute mustard. But it was like an Alfa Romeo: it was a dream to run, until it stopped working. Which was often.
I’d just had it tweaked by Richard The Gunsmith, and took it to the range to see if it worked. I set up in the lane, and was taking it out of the bag when another shooter came up to me.
“You wanna sell that High Power?”
“Not really.”
“I’ll give you $600, cash, right now.”
“You collect High Powers?”
“Uh-huh. And that’s the purtiest one I’ve seen in years.”
So we settled on $700, and I used the money to buy something else — memory fails as to what gun, exactly.
...but wait, there’s more!
...well that didn’t take long (in fact, one day).
...here we go again, with the Iranian pee-pee whacking. Remind me again about all these “deals” we’re making with these rabid polecats?
...more like this, please.
...even though they didn’t play. I guess that’s “fair” because #Equity.
...and it’s not Floriduh, but Indianuh. And speaking of flaming genitals:
...I got nothing.
Here’s a pic of young Sydney Sweeney, just because I found it SOTI.
Once again, I got nothing.
Your suggestions in Comments.
So now… wait, I thought it was Glueball Wormening that was going to cause catastrophe and WE’RE ALL GONNA DIEEEEE!
While climatologists fear skyrocketing temperatures, scientists are now warning that a “cold blob” in the Atlantic could trigger a global cooling event, among other apocalyptic scenarios, per an alarming study in Geophysical Research Letters.
Located South of Greenland and Iceland, this anomalous patch of ocean has seen temps dip by 1.8 degrees Fahrenheit since the 19th Century, Science News reported.
Coincidentally, this comes as the United Nations’ influential climate change committee has discarded dire temperature increase models spouted by doomsdayers on the Left.
Of course, now that Global Cooling Climate Warming Change© has been debunked, it’s time for Global Warming Climate Cooling Change© — warming or cooling, it’s important to keep us all in a state of climate-related panic, you see.
Speaking of states, we have Texas, frying basking in our typical July summer temperatures — and let me tell y’all, the idea of a little global cooling is not that unattractive a prospect right now.
So yesterday I went back to the range because… well, I don’t have to explain it to y’all now, do I?
Gave the little Walther/Hammerli a good thrashing, just with .22 LR and not with the WinMag because… well, that’s a story for another time.
Anyway, all good things come to an end, and I hadn’t brought a semi-auto rifle or pistol along to finish off all the .22 ammo I had in the bag (I know, I know…).
So I decided to give the 1911 a little love and attention. so I packed the rifle away and reached into the gun bag for some practice .45 ammo, and came away empty-handed. Well, shit.
Never mind, thinks I, I ‘ll just pop off a couple mags from what C.W. calls my “EDC” pack-out, and call it a day.
Well, I came up short there, too. All I had was what was already loaded in the 1911… and instead of the two or three backup mags I typically carry, there was only one.
Well shit, Part 2. No way was I going to shoot off the only two mags I had (and go home with an empty gun? NFW, bubba).
So I blew through one mag at 50 feet (with quite a decent outcome: apparently I haven’t forgotten how to shoot the 1911 yet)… and went home with only the one mag in the 1911.
I felt naked. I mean: just one mag for my carry piece? [shudder]
(I should point that really, the 1911 is just to buy me time to get to the trunk, where all sorts of other options are available, but still.)
Anyway, instead of doing a little grocery shopping on the way back, I went straight home and took care of the (miserly) EDC pack-out situation. Then I went back out to do the extra shopping.
Lesson learned: check your EDC supplies before leaving the house.
Oh, and one more thing. It’s coming up to mid-July here in the Lone Star State, which means:
