Friends are mind readers!

This weekend, C and I had a party...Mike dropped by and decided to bring belated birthday pressies with him.

I swear, the guy can read my mind. He somehow *knew* I needed another mag for my Bersa. He also gave me a nifty Bersa tank top. In exchange, I gave him food and fun for a weekend. :D

Mike, I love ya. :D

Posts I'm writing but are nowhere near finished...

I'm going to corral one of my photog friends this weekend to get good shots of the +50 Purse of Awesome, and then I'll get my review posted.

I've also got a post started regarding the whole 10/20/10 purple thing. It's probably going to piss some people off.


I haven't gotten either of these posted because we're having a house party this weekend, and prep started for it about a month ago. Busy doesn't come close to describing just how insane the past month has been.

Well that's ONE good thing...

A Maryland judge has dropped wiretapping charges on a biker who caught a cop's ridiculous behavior on video. Sorry, Mr. Officer Person, but if you approach someone with a video camera STRAPPED TO HIS HEAD, it's pretty obvious you're being recorded.





Mind you, I think the guy on the bike should have been smacked with a ticket for speeding and reckless driving. He was riding like a moron, and should have been pulled over...he just shouldn't have had a gun pulled on him by an unidentified plainclothes cop for it.

I still have a small backlog of range posts, BUT...

My cousin and I met at the range tonight to try out a 1911 and a 9mm of some sort.

Can I say how much I continue to love a 1911 in .45? If it weren't for Breda, I probably never would have shot C's 1911...and now I'm infatuated.

So. Springfield 1911 with a few upgraded parts (full length guide rod, lightened trigger, extended beavertail) makes me happy in places it shouldn't. I'm pleased to say V enjoyed it as much as I did...I think he'll be getting into the pistol game come Christmas. I'm so pleased. :)

On the other end of the spectrum, I encountered the Sig P226. Again. And neither of us liked it. It must be the gun itself, because this thing rattles like an old domestic pickup truck...and I had one feed failure out of 50. Thankfully it was easily cleared, but...it doesn't speak well for it. On top of that, I could feel the slide every time I shot it, and that was more than a little disconcerting. It almost felt like the slide was going to fall off. I think, henceforth, I'll be shooting *other* 9mm options.

I have to finish the write-up from V's first-ever range visit, but I haven't had much time. I'll get around to it, though.

I am SO INCREDIBLY EXCITED...

because this is on its way to me (as of some point today).

So far, the purse is gorrrrgeous. I'll post pictures of it (plus a writeup) once it arrives, of course.

Ugh, I hate Baltimore.

This hits too close to home.

Particularly when friends work in that building. Thankfully, only one person has been hurt.

URGENT(ish) question for those of you in the know...

A friend intends to visit us in October, and he'd like to bring his pistol along. Problem is, he wants to send it to himself via UPS.

How does one go about doing this? I've checked the Google machine, and it seems the consensus is one MAY be able to ship to oneself. Maybe. Can anyone substantiate this?

Thanks!

Who approved this?

C and I are discussing the idea of getting a camper to tow behind the truck.  This would allow for more affordable and accessible vacations, with the bonus of avoiding flying (and the added stress and financial bullshit).  I think we'd be able to avoid flying for the most part...unless, of course, we were to go overseas.

When greeted by the prospect of that x-ray machine, which has a sole purpose of giving the agent at the screen either wank material or a case of the giggles, I know I'd opt for the pat-down.  That should be safer and less humiliating, right?

Maybe not.

 Now I'm facing a dilemma.  I know that I have at least one trip in my future that involves flying.  When dealing with the pat-down from hell, should I:

1. Act overly excited before being touched by the officer, moan and groan like I'm enjoying it too much, then ask them to continue/keep going/do it harder when they're getting close to the end?
2. Close my eyes, "lie back, and think of England?"
3. Scream (loudly) about bad touches in my no-no places, followed by hysterical crying?

I'm torn.

At least guys have a great way of making the agents uncomfortable:

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My cousin bought his first shotgun today. After examining everything in his price range he ended up taking home a Remington 870. I'm so proud I could pop right now.

Interesting things are afoot...

So yesterday, this happened.

In the words of my friend  FightinBluHen5 (from a conversation yesterday): FUCKING AWeSOME NESSSSSSs
ShHOLY SHIT!

  YAYAYAYAYA 

My friend's not so great with using his words when he gets excited. ;)

Anyway, I look forward to watching this unfold.  Who knows - with Alan Gura on the job, maybe we'll win.