I see that FoxNews hottie Julie Banderas is getting divorced — having announced it in rather a public fashion:

Of course, she comes with three (3) small kids, so caveat emptor.

Always thought she was hot, kids or no kids.
I see that FoxNews hottie Julie Banderas is getting divorced — having announced it in rather a public fashion:

Of course, she comes with three (3) small kids, so caveat emptor.

Always thought she was hot, kids or no kids.
Reader Mike L. sends me disgusting stuff like this — ugh — which forces me down a branch line of thought, basically to help me get rid of the taste of vomit.
I spend a lot of time talking about how much I love Britishland foods (fish & chips, meat pies, sausage rolls etc.) but I have to say that I’ve also come to love me some Tex-Mex dishes, e.g.:

and:

And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to the kitchen.
I really need someone to explain to me just what it is about this old warhorse that makes my trigger finger twitch and my overburdened credit card start whimpering:

I mean yes, I know that this particular one is beautiful beyond words, and in a post-Lotto-win era would already be mine, all mine. But still… I’m not nor ever will be a cowboy, and the chances of my doing any deep-woods black bear hunting are slim to non-existent. And I already have a .30-30 Winchester lever rifle.
But I still want this one, oh how I want it.
Somebody help me.

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It really pains me to write this post, but here we are.
For whatever reason, the response to this year’s BoomerShoot Rifle thing has been quite underwhelming: so far, I have received just under $1,500 in ticket sales — money which, as any fule kno, has to cover the cost of the rifle and scope, as well as at least some of my travel expenses to get up to Idaho in May for a proper long-range field test. (I had also hoped to raise enough to sponsor at least in part some of Joe Huffman’s expenses — notably for the BoomerShoot Dinner, always a fine event — but that seems to be impossible now [sorry, Joe].)
So, unless I get a serious influx of ticket sales over the next couple of weeks, I will have to lower my sights considerably, so to speak, and buy instead a budget setup (or just a rifle) and forego BoomerShoot altogether.
Please understand: I am absolutely not chiding anyone about this, nor is this some kind of guilt trip exercise. But the facts are the facts, and they are all as stated above. So here’s where we stand.

I’d love to get another Howa like last year’s, but they run over a grand, so there’d be little money left over for a decent scope (more on that below).

Anyway, this leaves me with the scope.
Here’s the best option, I think, based on my own experience: the Meopta Optika6 3-18×50 BDC-3, which costs about $800:

Doing the simple math, the two come to $1,675 (still less than the $1,500 on hand, but I’m hopeful).
So here we are, at the Last Chance Saloon. If you’re still interested, checks and Zelle are your choices.
I’ll hold the call open until the end of the month; then I’ll have to get busy with whatever funds are available.
So the Grammy Awards show just happened — no, I didn’t watch it either — and to the amazement of the modern music industry, the likes of Beyonce, Taylor Swift, Harry Styles, Adele and Lizzo (all women, or very close to being one) all lost out in the Best Song category to a complete nobody, a complete unknown (to them) named Bonnie Raitt.
“Who?” they asked. “What’s she ever done? I’ve never even seen her on InstaGram or Tik-Tok!”
As this article points out, and as anyone over 50 would know, this “unknown” Bonnie Raitt (73) has already won fourteen (14) Grammys before, and was been inducted into the Rock ‘n Roll Hall of Fame (a dubious honor, but nevertheless).
The fact that Bonnie’s wonderful Nick Of Time album won just about everything back in 1989 — long before most of these Gen Z twerps were even born — will no doubt come as a shock, but there you go.
So well done, me old darling. You’ve certainly given this self-absorbed bunch of weenies something to talk about.