Friday, October 26, 2012

Attention locals: get your TP casseroles ready!

The panic is strong with this storm. As Hurricane Sandy slowly works her way toward land, newscasters and locals are panicking. The Mayor has already declared a state of emergency. Those of us who prep for things like this regularly are ready for Sandy, but there's one thing left for us to do.

We have to make our TP casseroles. Normally this is a winter-only recipe, but with the amount of panic I'm seeing around here, I think we can adapt it for hurricanes.

Reposted with permission, and with my edits in bold.

1 Forecast of at least 1 FRANKENSTORM
3 cups of Baltimore News Channel Reporter and TV Crew
3 tbsp of panic
1 closed school system (prior to the storm)
1" of rain, with significant wind
1 gal 2% milk
Doz & 1/2 large eggs
1 full loaf of Wonder Bread (white preferred)
1 Charmin value pack (8 rolls)

Take one mixing bowl and place the Baltimore TV weatherman's forecast of a high risk of FRANKENSTORM on the 6 PM evening news. Watch this newscast until you hear the word "storm," "wind gusts," or "FRANKENSTORM" repeated at least 6 times. At which point we then shake in 1 cup of the Baltimore News Channel Reporter & TV Crew doing live shots before one drop of water can even be seen. This live shot may include canned footage of newscasters looking out to sea for their elusive ratings.

At this point, take one of the 3 tbsp of panic and use it in the mixing bowl of sensationalism. Go to bed, and let the mixture percolate in the fridge over night. At 5am the next morning, arise from bed and check the local news to see that the TV crews are still indeed doing their live shots from last night. If they are, turn on your AM radio to 1090. If at least one school system has closed, look out your window to confirm no rain has hit the ground. At this point, mix in the 2nd tbsp of panic, wake and dress the kiddies so you can get them ready to go to the store.

While at the store, head straight for the diary case first. Eggs and milk are the first things to be picked over, followed by bread. Toilet paper will be the last product to be picked over of the four main ingredients. Do not purchase any other products as this will prevent the casserole from being adequately formed. Use the express lines in the grocery store, and chat with as many people as possible about the yet to occur storm in hopes you will induce enough panic to cause your sensationalism to build to ludicrous speed.

Exit the store to head home, but if you would happen to see any TV crews, make sure you stop and talk with them, mentioning the fact that you were fortunate enough to be the last person to get any of the key ingredients to make your casserole. Safe guard these items with your life because if they should be stolen, your life will most certainly come to a screeching, panic induced end.

Once at home, retrieve your mixing bowl from the fridge and let warm. Once the TV crews report the first drop has hit the ground, you can then mix in 3cups of milk, and your remaining tbsp of panic. Crack open 2 large eggs and place the remainder in the fridge. Fold in one roll of toilet paper and 4 slices of bread. Mix thoroughly until well blended.

Poor mixture into one medium sized casserole dish (preferably Pyrex) and let bake @ 350 degrees until the end of the storm.

Servings are variable by nature, and not known to contain any nutritious qualities.

Oh, and don't forget your pallets of water.

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Flying soon? Want to see whether you might get a pat-down?

I came across this post via BoingBoing. I don't plan on flying any time soon, but I know plenty of folks out there regularly fly all over the dang place. I figure this information might come in handy.

Also, buried in the comments on the BoingBoing post, I found what appears to be the TSA manual for barcode implementation. I've grabbed the .pdf and will dig for the info when I have some time.

Friday, October 19, 2012

Attention history fans

A buddy of mine - who happens to be a HUGE fan of history, mostly Civil War-related stuff - just got his blog up and running. Go check him out. :)

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

...Get by with a little help from my friends...

I don't normally talk about my problems on here. Might rant a little here and there, but overall I try to keep this more about gun stuff than personal stuff. I think I succeed, most of the time anyway.

I'm going to break that rule today, for one particular reason. Someone needs to be thanked, because he's awesome.

First, though, here's what I've been dealing with. Back in the last week of July, I went to the emergency room. I was severely jaundiced, in significant pain, very dehydrated, and having a second panic attack in as many days due to that pain. I'm that crazy person who drove herself to the ER despite the pain.

Arrived at the hospital, got through triage VERY quickly, and was booked in a room within 2 hours. While in the ER I sucked down two bags of saline - apparently I was VERY dehydrated. Due to the condition in which I arrived I didn't leave for 5 days - I went in on a sunny Wednesday afternoon and left the following Sunday evening. During that week I had an ultrasound, a HIDA scan, and an MRI. They tested for everything, including a full hepatitis blood panel. I was on a liquid diet until Sunday (my last solid meal that week had been Monday evening). By Thursday evening, I was extremely worried...they honestly thought I had Hepatitis A. I spent that day worrying and trying to figure out how it would affect both Chris and I. Fortunately, by Friday all signs of hepatitis had been ruled out. Sometime during those two days I managed to pass at least one gallstone, and by Friday I no longer needed the dilaudid they had been pumping through my system. Saturday I had surgery to remove my gall bladder, and I was sent home Sunday after my first solid meal in a week.

The stress from that week was almost more than I could handle...and Chris was an absolute rock. Thank god for that man. The following week was spent at home, mostly by myself, stressing over the bills. Few people checked up on me and the only visitors I had consisted of Chris's mother and my parents - I was lonely. And sad that the people I considered my closest friends mostly ignored me. It's a trivial thing, I suppose. Anyway, I have mentioned my situation once or twice since then in comments on other people's blogs, but I never went into the scope of what happened or just why I was worrying.

I recovered rather quickly and my quality of life has improved significantly. It's amazing to me just how long I had been living with something that could have been fixed with a simple outpatient procedure.

All that aside, in my post from October 1 I complained of not finding what I was looking for at the gun show down in Virginia, and left it at that. I figured I'd just keep looking when I had money again. (And, again, we had a great time down there. And I'm grateful for friends who open their homes to us. Seriously, this group of people is pretty amazing.)

And Bubblehead Les swooped in and gave me something that really turned some of my stress and anxiety around. It was a small gift - an ammo pouch packed full of stripper clips for my Mauser - but it's more than I ever would have expected. Thanks, Les. You're an awesome person. May have been nothing for you to send it, but I really do appreciate it. And yes, I'll put the money I would have spent on that towards one of my bills. :)

If this got rambly, I'm sorry. I've got a cold building in my sinuses and I tried my best to write this clearly.

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Holy cow.

You know what? You people are amazing. Seriously. On the heels of the month of kilty goodness, and after donating so much money to the efforts of our guys in skirts, you still found enough change in the couch to donate to the 2AF's Kickstarter. As of this posting they still have 9 hours left in the Kickstarter, and they beat their goal by $2k. That's a *lot* of money in such a short period of time.

Monday, October 1, 2012

Went to the fun show, saw nothing of import, and drank bourbon. Also, School House Rock.

Chris and I, with MikeW in tow, headed souf to Virginny on Saturday for the Nation's fun show and subsequent blogmeet. I was on the hunt for 8mm Mauser surplus ammo and stripper clips (I only have 5, and I need to remedy that). I also hoped to get my mitts on the re-release of the Savage Model 42 as well as check out prices on SBR uppers for funsies.

Chris, I believe, was simply there to look for things he doesn't normally see as well as shop for ammo. Mike was also ammohunting.

Before heading around the show, we met up with MSgt B, The Miller, TBolt, and Broken Andy. I don't know if other folks showed up before we all dispersed.

What we found was...disappointing, at best. Gun prices were average-to-high. I saw NO SBR uppers whatsoever for sale by the time we got there (though someone I know got lucky), no surplus 8mm, and no stripper clips whatsoever. I bought a dog-related item from a guy with patches and DVDs and some meat from this guy. Dude's meat is out of this world. A++ will buy again and all that. Also, he's super nice and practically begged us to stick around and let him continue to feed us jerky bits. Who am I to say no to free chunks of meat? :D ANYWAY, Chris DID get to see/handle a Seecamp .32, which was pretty neat, and a CZ 52, which he likes for the art deco look. I checked out the aforementioned Savage ($400 at a gun show, might be less at a shop) and not much else. The people at this show were far nicer than the folks at the Maryland show and there were a lot more pistols than at the York, PA show, but still...meh. Chris brought home a box of that cheap Mexican ammo to try as well as a couple of mags for an heirloom pistol in his collection. And Mike also bought meat and a couple bags of reloads. The car smelled faintly of jerky on the way home...

From there we went to dinner at some place around the corner from the expo center with The Miller, TBolt, Broken Andy, and Stretch (and wife). Dinner was...alright, not spectacular. Service sucked. The place was not that crowded for drinks to lack refills unless requested. Conversation was as expected: constant, entertaining, and full of stories. From there, almost everyone (minus MSgt B) headed back to The Miller's for bourbon, more stories, and School House Rock. And a drunk Laura eating Chris's head, zombie-style. Also, kitties (both living and taxidermied) begged for pettins, Marty's lovely wife provided us with a fantastic breakfast, and we came home tired. And my ribs hurt from laughing all evening. TBolt is a funny individual. All in all the weekend was a good one, and I'm thoroughly grateful for such fantastic hospitality from The Miller and his lady.

"This finger is what makes the bang happen."

"Maintain discipline with this finger."