Yet another person with whom I pal around is celebrating a birthday.
She’s cooler than I. Way cooler.
Yet another person with whom I pal around is celebrating a birthday.
She’s cooler than I. Way cooler.
This weekend you should try to get out and look for the International Space Station as it does a fly-over. The space shuttle Endeavour is working on STS-127 and is currently docked with the ISS. With the added real estate of the shuttle along with the new solar arrays the ISS is bright with reflected sunlight from beyond the horizon and will appear quite large in the sky. Check it out.
Chris Peat’s excellent website, Heavens-Above, makes it easy to catch interesting objects in the night sky. Just plug in your location information and it does the math for you. Armed with that data and some simple optics (a binocular with a large objective is ideal) you are set to see not only the ISS but also the Hubble Space Telescope, various spy and communications satellites as well as space junk from all eras. The Lacrosse series of military reconnaissance satellites are among my favorite to look for because they are large and almost ubiquitous. Your tax dollars at work…
Happy hunting!
Saturday I actually DID use my AK, but it was still a good day. Charles, a couple of his brood, Claire & I took advantage of the cool and calm to get in some range time.
My GLOCK 36 woes are ended and I have returned it to daily duty.
My GLOCK 21 got a new Storm Lake stainless steel barrel and some internals courtesy of Midway USA. Its groups have dropped to better than factory fresh. At 15 yards 10 rounds went into a ragged 1 inch hole. It is back to daily duty as well.
My Kel-Tec P32 got some minor exercise just to make sure it went bang. I have no spare ammo any more, so that won’t be happening again until the ammo shortage loosens up.
The Smith & Wesson 422 remains a crowd pleaser and fan favorite. It digested 150 rounds of bulk Federal hollow points with 2 failures to fully extract. Time for its annual cleaning I suppose.
It started raining so the S&W 21a remains new in the box. Charles burned some .40 S&W in his GLOCK personally, and used a few to give the young ‘uns some trigger time. His Bushmaster provided good service and represented the AR family respectably. My AKS didn’t see quite as much use, but churned out lead as expected. It remains my go-to long gun.
Photos and video were taken, but not by me, so if I get copies I will distrubite them for your viewing pleasure.
After all that Constitutionally protected fun, we ate Pizza Hut pasta and watched a zombie movie, Quarantine. If I was asked to improve on that afternoon and evening I would have just made it longer. Great fun was had by all, and we all had a jolly good laugh.
…it was a good day. Thus spoke a wise young man.
It was a pretty good day for me. This morning I slept late, 8:45a. When I got up I didn’t feel like hammered dog shit for a change. After a shower and some breakfast the wife & I laid out our “invisible fence” type dog barrier intended to keep the hounds from leaping the new fence or approaching close enough to the perimeter to dig an escape tunnel. It worked as advertised, so we will do the full install this weekend.
We got invited by the parental units to go out to eat supper. Unfortunately, it was one of the worst meals Claire or I have ever tried to choke down. It was good to have some time with the old folks and let Mom talk at us for a while. Just seeing her animated and in public is good enough for me.
We came home and made sandwiches. It was the final night for Torchwood: Childring of Earf, a most enjoyable BBC science fiction program. Although depressing, we enjoyed the show. While it is ostensibly a spin-off of the perennial sci fi staple Doctor Who, it is not a child’s show. Repeat: NOT a child’s show.
Now I’m going to bed. Good night, all. Lets repeat this tomorrow.
“…we have to kill you.” This whole going-off-the-blood-pressure-medication plan is quite stressful. I’ve had a terrible headache for two straight days, one I would consider severe for about eight hours starting at 11:00 p.m. yesterday. My blood pressure has fluctuated from a high of 160/120 at one point to 90/50 as I type this. I have all the associated symptoms for each range, so I am sometimes sweaty and irritable, other times I am fatigued and dizzy.
Frankly, the entire process is a tad annoying. It had better pay off or I will be much put out.
With this latest example of violence against animals with deadly weapons America has no choice but to enact legislation to ban logs on all public lands.
Chris Everhart just had a Father’s Day he’ll never forget.
The ex-Marine saved the lives of his three young sons when a 300-pound bear attacked their Georgia campsite last weekend.
While cleaning up after dinner, the family came face to face with the large animal.
“From out of nowhere we heard this loud crash,” Everhart said on “Good Morning America.” “For a second, I didn’t know what it was, but I realized it was a bear. I went to the back of the Jeep to get my pots and pans to scare the bear off.”
At the same time, Everhart’s 6-year-old son, Logan, tried to frighten the animal. Instead of running away, the bear turned on the boy. Logan’s brother, Kyle, tried to help him.
“I threw about five rocks at the bear to keep him away,” Kyle Everhart said.
Realizing his sons could be killed, Everhart grabbed a log and threw it at the bear’s head, striking and killing him. [emphasis mine]
“I forgot all about pots and pans and picked up whatever I could to try to distract, fend off, do what I could to get this bear away,” Everhart said.
Obviously wildlife needs the protection provided by a total ban on logs and other wooden weapons. The next step will be to ban Marines.
Health care reform and nationalization of health care in the United States is a hot topic of late. Ted has written a bit on his blog to make his opinions known, and has done a good job of it. My thoughts don’t extend to solutions but I can use some of my experiences to illustrate how our current system is broken.
It is a hot-button issue as can be expected because of the enormous cost a notional program could cost and the overwhelming importance of good health care. What I find upsetting is hearing someone tell me that everything is fine as they stand. Those people have most likely never had personal experience with a catastrophic medical problem. Although I was gainfully employed for the majority of my life, had health insurance and access to modern medicine, if my parents, in-laws and employer had not helped pay my medical bills my wife and I would be flat broke or worse buried under a mountain of debt.
Back in 1999 I became seriously ill. I was my own best advocate and eventually got the treatment I needed to make an almost complete recovery. Less than two years, serious problems again arose. This time the testing, diagnosis and treatment was not successful. My condition deteriorated to the point of near total disability and I was given the bad news that my illness was terminal. I was advised that I was unlikely to survive another year, possibly as little as six months.
The multiple physicians who made that diagnosis and confirmed it were wrong, as you can surmise based on the mere fact that I am writing this six years after my expiration date. Don’t get me wrong. I am not complaining about the mistake, but to think it has no lasting effects is folly. Although I had health insurance through my employer and had very few issues with denial of claims or treatment, the portion of the bills for which I was responsible still amounted to over $250,000. Obviously, by the age of thirty I had not quite squirreled away that kind of cash, so I was fortunate that my family, my employer and even my friends helped me pay them off. With that assistance, even with insurance, my wife and I would have been overwhelmed. Without insurance, I estimate my testing and treatment for five years approached $750,000.
One of the resulting problems with a medical catastrophe is that no private insurance carrier will consider giving me health insurance. I am “un-insurable” by their standards, regardless of what I am willing or able to pay. That leaves me stuck with what passes for the alternative, Medicare. It costs a bundle but is better than nothing I guess. My prescription drug costs annually, even with a Medicare Part D supplemental plan, is greater than my annual salary from my last year working full time at the zoo. No kidding.
Consider, please, that while I have some serious lingering problems from a series of medical mistakes I am in pretty good shape with regards to medical costs. I take a lot of medication, but I don’t require a lot of close monitoring or in-patient care, so my costs could certainly be higher than they are. And I did not do anything wrong at ant point, aside from not wearing enough DEET. Regardless, I still pay for the mistakes every month. With our current system nobody but me has any incentive to lower my costs.
So, in my opinion there has to be a better way, and I am open to exploring them all.
One of my favorite doomsday scenarios (I have a lot) is a colossal Electromagnetic Pulse attack over North America. It doesn’t worry me as much as say, bears driving mattress trucks, because I am actually pretty well prepared for it. Short of putting my extra PC, rechargeable batteries/charger, backup solar array and GMRS two-way radios in a Farraday cage there isn’t too much else I can do at the moment. The long term items should include:
Cooking and potable water treatment are lined up in the form of two passive solar ovens, a grill, fire pit and Dutch oven. Protein in the form of fish, chicken and eggs is plentiful and easily harvested. Edible and medicinal plants, even some fruit trees, abound here on the farm. Fat might be a tad harder to come by without an animal source, but I’m researching that. Soon we might have access to a card-carrying botanist with an interest in subsistence farming and seed storage. That has to be a plus.
Does this sort of thing keep me awake at night? Not really. It is, however, an enjoyable and worthwhile project. If I am prepared to survive a disaster like an EMP or Zombie Apocalypse than making it through a tornado or flood should be child’s play.
For more reading on EMP and its long and short term effects, a good jumping off point is the primer written by Dr. Forstchen