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Archive for October 11th, 2004

Quiz quickie

Posted in Humor on October 11th, 2004

Greatest gun ever! Feel special. Beautiful and reliable, but can still scare the living bejesus outta anyone.
Sig Sauer P226. Greatest gun ever! Feel special.
Beautiful and reliable, but can still scare the
living bejesus outta anyone.

What handgun are you?
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You know it, baby!

For those of you that aren’t gun nuts, the P226 comes chambered in 9mm with a 15-round clip (For Police and Military, anyway – us civvies only get 10.), .357 SIG or .40 S&W. Other features include internal safeties and a nice decocking lever that rests the hammer at the halfway point. I actually prefer the original blued version:

Back in 1983, the P226 was barely beat by the Beretta 92 for U.S. Military use. Actually, it came down to price, as the P226 and the 92 were the only entrants to meet spec, and Beretta gave them the better deal. Still, the P226 was later chosen as the superior weapon by the Navy SEALs. Who am I to argue with them?

Just how old am I?

Posted in Life on October 11th, 2004

You ever get that feeling that the group of adults you’re in, even though they’re technically your ‘peers’, is older than you?

I took Pookie to the second of the birthday parties this weekend, and this one was much easier on me. The hosts of the party were very good about making sure it wasn’t completely centered on the kids by keeping adult munchies in the kitchen and basically letting the kids play on their own. It was at their house, too, which was a big help.

Anyway, after standing around and chatting with the other parents for a while, I realized that they’re all several years older than me, most of them somewhere in the middle of their 40’s, and what a difference those extra years make. I suddenly felt that I didn’t really fit. It’s not like I was labeled ‘outsider’ or anything, I just knew that no matter what, the only time I would ever willingly spend time with these folks was for my daughter’s sake.

Of course, it didn’t help any that the other fathers were almost all your basic beer-swilling sports fan stereotype. I get along ok with them, but find I get along slightly better with the mothers. One in particular seems to come from my side of the world, as we have similar tastes in music and even know a couple of the same drag queens. (That’s a scary thought.)

Another interesting tidbit of gleaned info:
There is a company here in Oregon that is developing what is known in Sci-Fi dom as a “Bones McCoy” – an injection device that doesn’t use needles to penetrate the skin. (Also called an air hypo.)

This goes to show you that there are alot of inventive people here in the Beaver State – other Oregonian inventions include cable television, the Phillips-head screwdriver, the hacky sack, the computer mouse(!), the Fosbury Flop high-jump technique and the Erector Set building toy.

Maybe the Oregon motto of “She flies with her own wings” should include the number to the Patent Office.