It’s been a very long time since I’ve done any blogging. It’s also been a while since anyone I have known less that three years looked at this nuthouse. That given, I’m going to try and re-booth the blogging enterprise, and a flashback bio might just be the way to start the ball rolling.
Born in the sixties, I am a child of the eighties. You will see me wantonly toss around movie quotes and pop culture references. I figure there is very little I can say that hasn’t been said better by Mel Brooks or Morris Day.
My blog has a lot on the topic of firearms and shooting. My family is a part of the gun culture that you’ve no doubt heard of. My dad and grandfather taught me to shoot when I was five, and I’ve actually owned a rifle since I was a teenager. I like to shoot, I have some degree of talent, and over the years through law enforcement training I have developed some skill at it. The farm I live on has enough room and a swell location for one, so I built my own firing range that can handle pistols, rifles and shotguns.
You won’t see any advertising on my website as long as I can afford to keep it going. That way the reader will know that my bizarro opinions are strictly mine and not supported by a sponsor. For example, I hate Beretta and Taurus handguns, but I love GLOCK pistols and Saiga rifles. There ya’ go.
Speaking of the farm, my wife and I are experimenting with subsistence farming and sustainable agriculture. We focus our efforts on heirloom species of livestock, chickens and horses, as well as our fruits and vegetables. The goal isn’t to make money even though we do participate in Farmers’ Markets. We want to eat healthy food, minimize our impact on the environment, and help other people get access to good eats regardless of their ability to pay the premium costs the market demands. The farm is called the Cluck-n-Neigh. If you don’t get it I may not want to be your friend. Unless of course you are secure enough to ask about the joke.
The Michael tying this is version 2.0. The latest version is cynical, snarky, gimpy and overweight. Version 1.0 was painfully thin, active but not athletic, and into outdoor pursuits. That included things like hiking, backpacking, biking and martial arts. He had jobs that allowed him to be outdoors more than not. A prolonged serious illness left the world with Michael 2.0. He doesn’t get out as much and his hobbies are more sessile for the most part. Curiously, 2.0 seems more popular than 1.0, making me wonder what that says about society.
My nom de guerre, Xspectre8, goes way back to the days when online first-person-shooter video games were cool. It stuck in a “LOLWUT” fashion.
Questions? Comments?