Category: Travels

Travel Travails

Travels

And lo did Your Humble Narrator arrive with his squire, Mark C. unto the hostelry known as the House Of So-Called Friend Jay K. and his Wyffe, the lovely Mo (who is most surely a Witch).

And these fiends did ply Our Weary Travelers with much drinke, most especially the liqueuere called Morangie for Your Humble Narrator, and for his squire a hogshead of ale brewed locally.

There was Feasting and Merriment unto an hour so late that the cocks had long since crowed and gone back in for their Cockly Breakfast, of what I know not.

And there was no Bloggynge script inscribed, for which Your Humble Narrator begs fulsome pardonne.

With heads verily sore, and throats as the desert, did Our Weary Travelers resume their journey south, more or lesse, towards the city close to the mountains, in which it is said there lurk many dragons who would steal most foully Your Humble Narrator’s trusty Sword.

Journey’s End

Boomershoot, Travels

Arrived in Orofino ID last night, checked into hotel.  Went out to dinner, was reminded that “Orofino” and “fine dining” are antithetical concepts and should never be used in the same paragraph let alone sentence.

Tomorrow’s  weather forecast is British, i.e. miserable, cold, rainy and muddy, but I’ll survive, by huddling in Reader&Friend Mark’s yooge Texas truck sucking down  — fuck me, I forgot to pack both the gin and the Southern Comfort.

I’m getting too old for this foolishness, but maybe a boomer or two will cheer me up.  That’s always worked in the past…

Travel Alert

Boomershoot, The Gun Thing, Travels

Posting over the next ten days or so may be a little light, as Longtime Friend and Reader Mark C. and I will be trekking across the U.S. to attend Boomershoot this coming weekend.  (From Texas, three days up, three days down plus three days shooting.  I must be insane.)

That’s the Son&Heir circa 2005.

And to the attendees:  can’t wait to see y’all again, but please forgive me if I’ve forgotten your names — I’m old, my memory for names was always crap, and it’s been 17 years.

More Like It

Travels

Arriving in Ye Olde Inne Boxxe:

Amsterdam would be Choice Nommer Een, and Madrid Numero Dos.  Nothing against the Spaniardists, but both New Wife and I love Amsterdam.

In a heartbeat, baby.

Stop It, You’re Killing Me

Behind Enemy Lines, Crime

…and if you live in upscale areas in Los Angeles, that might be “literally“:

Crime has risen dramatically in Los Angeles, as well as in many other major cities, since the start of the pandemic and last summer’s protests against police violence resulted in the slashing of many law enforcement budgets. News stories document rising fear across LA and crime has become the major issue in both the upcoming mayor’s election and a possible recall of the district attorney. It may not be surprising that issues of race and class are driving this concern, though they have a new twist.

Wealthy and predominantly white neighborhoods have experienced the sharpest upticks in a wide array of crimes.

It shows that the richer and whiter the area, the greater the increase in both raw crime totals and percentages of total city crime. This includes a wide range of felonies, from robbery, burglary, shoplifting and car theft to aggravated assault and rape.

California voters have moved the needle on crime in recent years. Proposition 47 decriminalized a number of theft and drug charges, making them misdemeanors, as it did several “non-violent” felonies. Voters also approved Proposition 57, which allows for early release of non-violent offenders.

Imagine that:  you vote to decriminalize all sorts of crime, and those types of crime increase and the goblins goes to where da money izz (/Willie Sutton).  Read the article for the breakdowns.

Who could have seen that coming?

Well, nobody except the 70-odd million people who voted for Trump last time around.

And stop giggling like little girls, you lot;  it’s unbecoming.