Worth Another Look?

The other day I heard a snatch of a tune while shopping — it was a theme tune from an old TV show — and it got me asking myself a question, and hence it’s a question for everybody:

If you could re-watch / binge all the episodes from any old TV show (minus the commercials, of course), which would be your Top 5?

Bear in mind that a lot of the old shows are hopelessly dated, and won’t have passed the test of time;  but some are so good, or have such treasured memories, that it wouldn’t matter.

I am also aware that most old TV shows are available on boxed sets and such, but run with me on this one.  Imagine it’s a cold, rainy / snowy long weekend and you don’t want to do anything except wrap up in a blanket and watch TV.  You turn on the streaming channel of your choice, and there they are.

Mine are below the fold.

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Interesting Concept

From PSA:

Why is this interesting?  Well, I like the idea of an easy-switch barrel combo rather than having to hump two .22 rifles around (as I do) in order to get the maximum fun out of the cheap .22 LR and the added power of the .22 WMR.  (Plus there’s that space issue in Ye Olde Gunne Sayfe…)

That straight-pull bolt is an excellent idea.  (The B1 was originally marketed as a Hammerli-designed action, hubba hubba.)

But there’s a snag.  You see, Walther has made this rifle accept Ruger 10/22 magazines — excellent — and they supply three magazines with the rifle — even better.  BUT:  the ratio of magazines is:  two .22 LR mags, and only one .22 WMR mag.

And that’s the problem.  Ruger .22 LR (BX-1) mags are so plentiful that people hand them out to kiddies as Halloween favors or Xmas stocking stuffers.  Ruger .22 WMR mags… errr not so much;  you have to get them online rather than in brick-n-mortar stores.

Far better, in my opinion, to supply two magnum mags and one LR mag.  Or just up the price of the rig by $10 and offer two of each.

OR — gasp! — include two BX-10 .22 LR mags, and one of the BX-15 .22 WMR mags (15 rounds, oh my).  There’s almost no difference in price between the 10- and 15-round mags.

There ya go, Walther:  free marketing advice from a would-be customer (blocked only by poverty from being an actual customer).  Have at it.

Tell me that’s not a toothsome prospect, I dare ya.  (Maybe if I looked under the sofa cushions…)

Better yet, mounted on a nice laminate stock.  Nah, that’s asking too much.


Okay, here’s an offer to any of my Loyal Readers:  buy me one of these Walthers, and I’ll send you both my .22 rifles (the SQ LR and the SSV WMR) in exchange, including scopes and bipods.

Consenting Adults

Here’s an interesting story.

A while ago, comedienne Katherine Ryan admitted that she once offered her boss (obviously in her pre-comedienne days) a sexual favor to be able to quit work early.  Apparently, she had a crush on him — as she puts it, he wasn’t just “some guy” — and he seems to have quite liked her too  Anyway, he agreed, she gave him the BJ and went home early.  No problem, right?

Don’t be stupid.  Needless to say, the Outrage Industry went full steam ahead.  Even though this happened when she was very young — some twenty years ago, methinks — this made no matter to the wokescolds, who excoriated the unnamed boss for all the usual capital crimes:  using his position of influence to get a BJ from a subordinate, sexual harassment, conduct unbecoming;  you name it, they were indignant about it.  Some even suggested that he was abusing his position of power, but of course he wasn’t.  Had he made the BJ a precondition of her leave of absence, perhaps that would be the case — but it wasn’t anything like that.

Of course, none of that matters, because our Katherine has always been quite unapologetic about the whole business, and good for her.  Clearly, she really (really) liked the guy, so let’s just grant the fact that she got two benefits from the BJ:  getting off and getting off early.

As one commenter succinctly [sic]  put it:

“She didn’t have a problem… he didn’t have a problem… where is the problem??”

Precisely.  The real issue here is that nowadays, total strangers can have a problem with this, and they’re given carte blanche  to vent their indignation about it as though their opinion actually matters.  It doesn’t, nor should it.

Hence the title of this post.  And by the way, our Canucki chick isn’t that bad-looking nowadays:


…so twenty years ago?  Small wonder the guy was interested in her proposition.

Here’s the full story, if you’re interested.  Also, she’s now happily married — about to pop her fourth sprog, as it happens — and so clearly the whole long-ago BJ business is not a big thing in her life, nor should it be.

Everyone has done shit in their past that may not pass the baleful scrutiny of today’s wokescold culture, but FFS:  ancient history is just that, and the sooner we leave it alone, the better for everybody.

Bricked

On Monday morning, just as I was starting a fresh round of posts, the new ASUS laptop bricked.  Black screen, no response to the power switch.  Tested the power cord (I have a spare), but nothing.

So I took it to the Geek Squad, who took two days to tell me that the problem was not the power cord.  And I was out of town for those two days on personal business, which is why I only got this thing back in motion last night.

Aaargh.  So now I’ll probably have to send the fucking brand broken new laptop to the ASUS service center or some damn place, while I revive the old HP and press it back into service one more time — you remember, the old machine held together with duct tape, with the touchpad masked with cardboard and the letter “o” which doesn’t always respond to a finger’s touch.

Hello, Windows 10 my old friend.

Of course, I don’t know what the real reason for the bricking can be — broken motherboard, some other problem from a cause I know not what, it will all be revealed at some point.

Fortunately, all my data is backed up, but there is a distinct possibility that I’ll have to rebuild all the apps and programs and such from scratch, as I did when the ASUS was fresh out of the box.

Fuck.

Bear with me while I go through the travails of the modern digital world, again.

Posting may be light for a few days, I’m sorry.

The “Revolution” Fails

It is, as they say, to laugh:

As predicted, the Texas Democrat legislators who fled to blue states to deny a quorum for redistricting have folded. Still, I’m not sure anyone expected them to fold this soon. 

According to ABC News, the runaways who claimed to be saving “democracy” are heading back to their home state early, claiming to have accomplished their goal of raising “awareness” about gerrymandering. That’s a very polite way of saying they failed miserably.

Yep.  This time, TXGov Abbott wasn’t messing around.

The pressure campaign put forth by Republicans was effective. That included stopping direct deposits of paychecks and promising to call multiple special sessions to keep these Texas Democrats stranded in blue states indefinitely unless they returned to provide a quorum. They were also incurring daily fines. That all started to add up for the legislators who aren’t independently wealthy, and it was just a matter of time before the donor class got tired of funding a dead end. You also have to factor in time away from family members. None of it was ever sustainable. 

But still they did it, acting like naughty little children.  And now that their beau geste  (LOL) has failed, they’re crying like little children at their failure.

Even better, the redistricting move in Texas is going to take place, was always going to take place despite all the foot-stamping and pouting.

Feckless idiots.