I know Karen Gillan has a pretty face, red hair and freckles:


…but can we just take a minute to appreciate her legs?


Okay, we can carry on now.
I know Karen Gillan has a pretty face, red hair and freckles:


…but can we just take a minute to appreciate her legs?


Okay, we can carry on now.
Last week saw a whole bunch of Gratuitous Gun Pics, so why not continue with another one or two this week, say I?
Here’s one which provides a solution to the notoriously-difficult question of mounting a scope onto a Mosin-Nagant 91/30:

Now I must admit that mounting a Scout Rifle-type scope onto the 28″-barreled (and sporterized) 91/30 looks somewhat goofy — without the full-length front stock, the barrel does look a little overlong — but it is nevertheless a solution to the scope problem. And you could do a whole lot worse than spending less than $600 on a proven rifle which includes a scope, and is chambered in the manly 7.62x54Rmm.
I still think, though, that the scope mount would look better on one of the shorter M44 carbine models.

And things can only get worse from there…

And in the same vein:








Likewise:


I know, I know: “But Kim, where’s the boobies at?”




So climb into your car, and get to work.

Let’s see: North Texas, redhead, pouty lips, starred mostly in 1940s noir movies… okay, Ann Sheridan checks all the right boxes.




About that red hair…

Just about perfect.
Jeremy Clarkson once described Italian hot-rodder Carlo Abarth as “completely bonkers” because of Abarth’s wonderful yet totally impractical designs, especially when taking the staid little 1960s-era Fiats and turning them into fiery sports cars.
To wit, this 1966 Fiat 850:

…into the snarling, 100+mph 1970 Abarth 1300 Scorpione:

In the parlance of my ill-spent yoof, the Scorpione would have been described as a “bird and a sponge bag” car, in that it had absolutely no luggage space at all, and the aforementioned two items were all that one could fit into the little screamer.
Like that’s important. And even though I would have no chance — zero — of fitting even my 25-year-old frame into the Scorpione, I would grab that little thing with both hands, oh yes I would.
Amyway, the Abarth story has a sad ending. In the early 1970s, they were bought out by Fiat, and disappeared without a trace — other than when Fiat wanted to make their rather boring sports cars (e.g. the 2015 Mazda Miata-based Spider) sound racy, and slapped the “Abarth” monicker thereon.
Note: In the U.S., the Scorpione was marketed as the Lombardi Grand Prix, fitted with the less-powerful 843cc engine.
From Ishmael:
In France, food prices rose by 65% between 1770 and 1790 but wages increased by only 22%. Price increases were attributed to government failure to prevent profiteering. Poor harvests throughout the 1780s, culminating in the most severe winter for decades in 1788/1789, created a rural peasantry with nothing to sell, and an urban proletariat whose purchasing power had collapsed. The other major drag on the economy was state debt.
Sounding familiar?
Indeed it is. Not that I’m suggesting anything, but lately I’ve noticed quite a few writings on Teh Intarwebz that include sentiments symbolized by things like this:

…etc.
Cometh the time, cometh the mob. Just sayin’.