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Greetings from your (intermittently) off grid blogger. This is a post I wrote a few days ago. Let’s start with a few responses to IRL (in real life) comments. First, I applaud respectful disagreement but stand firm in my belief … Continue reading →

With the election approaching some folks are hyperventilating (particularly the press which thinks being one side’s fluffer is its job). I’m not worried. In fact I’m probably nowhere near “the grid” (this post should go live via the magic of … Continue reading →

God bless Florida for being our national punchline.

If there’s one thing Dungeons and Dragons needs it’s more rednecks!

Here’s a break from politics. It’s always good to just enjoy art because it’s pleasing. (Yes, Virginia, there is non-political art.) I love the theme, called Tank. It doesn’t just overcome my blues based distrust of jazz (or bebop); it … Continue reading →

[This post (like many) was written out of time sync. If all goes well, it will hit the ‘net with automagic scheduling while I’m nowhere near the grid. If something happened that is missing from my post (invaders from Mars?), … Continue reading →

After a short wait, my turn comes up but I’ve got the human equivalent of buck fever. I can stay cool as a cucumber when the hunt is on, but I’m jittery in front of a crowd. I’m no longer … Continue reading →

One interesting facet of sight in day is that it’s for hunters. Ranges are usually awash with super marksmen competitive shooters; this is not their day. Sight in day is the day when “minute of deer” is what most people … Continue reading →

I’m a firm believer in two pieces of wisdom: Aim small, miss small. And We don’t rise to the level of our expectations, we fall to the level of our training. Both of those are stenciled in my head. Regrettably, … Continue reading →

…I sometimes enjoy watching train wrecks. Start of the story: “Kelly dared to ask if there were any circumstances in which it would be okay for a White Devil to wear blackface — say, dressing up like Mr. T, as a … Continue reading →