Solar System to Scale September 19, 2015Posted by Retired Geezer in Ballistics, Heroes.
A group of friends went to a desert in Nevada and laid out a scale model of the Solar System.
Star Spangled Banner with .22 July 1, 2015Posted by Retired Geezer in Ballistics, Heroes, Music.
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Pretty good version. He had to stop and reload a bunch of times.
This is Fascinating June 27, 2015Posted by daveintexas in Ballistics, Crime, Economics, Handblogging, History, Literature, Man Laws, Mufuckin Pie!, Nature Shit, Philosophy, Politics, Sex, Sitemeter, slutbags, Stupid shit, Technology, Terrorist Hemorrhoids, WTF?.
And a little unnerving. A real time map of global cyber attacks.
I Am Your Father June 19, 2015Posted by Retired Geezer in Ballistics, Gardening.
I Subscribe to Doug Savage ‘Savage Chickens’ cartoons:
Bulletproof Balloons February 27, 2015Posted by Retired Geezer in Ballistics, Gardening.
Thanks to Adrienne in Nevada because she keeps up on this for me.
Number One with a Bullet February 12, 2015Posted by Retired Geezer in Ballistics, Man Laws.
Surprising facts from Bill Whittle:
For Michael January 24, 2015Posted by daveintexas in Art, Ballistics, Crime, Ducks, Handblogging, History, Honor, Man Laws, Mufuckin Pie!, Nature Shit, Philosophy.
The flowers showed up 15 minutes before the service started. I think it would have driven Michael nuts, so that’s something. He was a bit of a planner and organizer.
My favorite Michael story with Cathy was about the first IB gathering, a Superbowl party at their home in Ohio. They were planning food for this big get together and for some reason they took my chili recipe from a post seriously.
That recipe was total bullshit. I loaded it up with insane hotness that no human would consume. Habanero, too many jalapenos, Tabasco, diesel fuel and some nuclear waste (even Tushar would have said “dude”). I was just funning with everybody. Anyway I was on my way to their house and Cathy called me and wanted to ask if she could tone down the habanero. I was completely confused.. tone down the what? For what?
And she said “your chili recipe”.
My chili recipe? What chili recipe? “From the blog post”.
A moment while driving on the interstate in Ohio.. then I remembered. “You MADE THAT SHIT?”
Yes, it seemed a little hot so we were wondering if we could cut some of the peppers. I laughed.. “YOU CAN’T MAKE THAT IT WAS A JOKE. DON’T EAT THAT, IT’S PURE GASOLINE IT WAS A JOKE. RUN! CALL THE FD, GET THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER OUT IT’S TOXIC WASTE”
She said something about Michael wanting to make it for me (which could be a clue).
I think he actually liked supremely hot sauces more than me, he kept pimping that Marie whatever nuclear stuff all the time.
Anyway we all laughed about it and I remember drinking a beer with him later and telling him “I can’t believe you even made that shit” and all the while he kept insisting it seemed legit to him.
That was kind of our friendship. I loved tweaking him and seeing when I could get a rise out of him. Sometimes he’d take the bait, sometimes not. But we always laughed about it after. I’m gonna miss that.
These pics are purposefully not centered. Out of respect for the friendship he gave me. Which was huge.
Shoot or Don’t Shoot? January 9, 2015Posted by Retired Geezer in Ballistics, Heroes.
Eye opening video.
Freedom December 30, 2014Posted by Retired Geezer in Ballistics, Music.
Here’s a rocking song to get your head bobbing. Plus it will remind Dave of his time in the slammer.
Tree Trimming Fail May 5, 2014Posted by Retired Geezer in Ballistics.
Pro Tip: Undercut the branch first.
Warning: Strong Language at the end.
What’s in Your Wallet? November 28, 2013Posted by skinbad in Ballistics, Family, Food, Love, Mufuckin Pie!.
- Dual threat–blueberry/cherry mashup. I know nothing about the missing pie(ce).
- Traditional canned pumpkin–if you’re into that sort of thing. I’m not.
- Pumpkin from scratch. It looks like a piece would keep you alive for a week and clean your colon.
- Cherry. This keeps the wife happy.
- Coconut cream. I put a spell on you. Because you’re mine.