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Sorry for the Day Off

Due to an error by our hosting provider, and their very friendly but almost powerless tech support people, we (and you, if you were inclined to comment) were locked out of the site for 26¼ hours or so.

Please bear with us as we slooowly get back to normal after a day spent on the phone, mostly on hold.

One post that was in the queue for 1100 yesterday finally went up just before 0200 today. It was that kind of day

Super Bowl Sunday

Alas, poor Small Dog. He will be home alone, watching the Puppy Bowl, while his owner tortures himself with a social setting. But it Must Be Done.

Some of the family (you know who you are) are the sort of rabid fans who will be on suicide watch if the Patriots, who are narrow favorites (say the oddsmakers), fall behind. Your Humble Blogger has learned over many years of attending football in this setting that suggesting that, “It’s only a game,” is not appreciated, and that, “No one will care three years from now,” while factual, is not a suitable consolation for a fan in distress.

Normally, the Super Bowl’s high point for a non-fan is the clever and imaginative ads that have become a tradition since Apple’s 1984 ad ran during the event in, when else? 1984. However, we’ve seen several of the ads already and they’re either humorless pitches or new fronts in the Social Justice War. (You may not be interested in the SJWs, but they are interested in dictating to you).

For instance, Audi has some insecure manikin sniveling because his daughter is only worth 79% of a man, to which we say, doesn’t that really depend on who her father really is? Kia is promoting a new ho-hum crossover, otherwise like every other boring crossover, with an ad featuring fat, grating alleged comic Melissa McCarthy. Who wants to watch her do anything? If talent were plutonium, she’d be hard pressed to blow her nose.

Not that any veterans are going to be caught dead driving a KIA, anyway.

Not all the car ads are as unpleasant as getting a seat in coach between Melissa McCarthy and Amy Schumer (the other fat, grating alleged comic). Mercedes has a good one, even if its targeted at septuagenarian Boomers. Well, really, who else buys Benzes, besides gangsta rappers?

Budweiser last year made a series of unfunny political ads for Bud Lite with burnout comic Seth Rogen and the aforementioned Amy Schumer (who owes her career to her politically powerful uncle, and Hollywood’s desire to suck up to same). The ads were effective, but not the way the admen hoped: sales of Bud Light tanked, and only made a partial recovery after the ads were spiked. This year, the fool’s burnt finger goes wabbling back to the fire: Bud has an ad implying that, because Adolphus Busch was an immigrant, we’re wrong to stop the current migrant invasion. Of course, Busch arrived well-off, compatible with the existing population, and with a very useful, wanted, even celebrated skill. Today’s invaders are incompatible with our ways, bearing nothing but demands and a spoken or unspoken determination to bury us in the living hell of sharia law, or the racial class stratification of Latin American caudillismo — not to mention, extending a grasping hand for what is ours.

Apparently the message of the admen of America is: you suck and we hate you.

Judging from the messaging, you’d think the 49ers were the favored team, going into this game. How’d Colin Krappernick and the boys genderfluid humanoids do, again?

If they weren’t counting on us for our share of the finger food (egg and spring rolls, Chinese sausage chunks, and brownies… no, not Boulder brownies), we’d be watching the Puppy Bowl with Small Dog MkII.

Subtropical Sunday

Just enjoying life in South Florida today, even though it’s raining.

Small Dog MkII travels well, but he’s been hard to talk into going out in the rain to do his business.

Learned a few things about flying with guns and dogs.

Can’t write more, time.

That Was the Week that Was: 2017 Week 04

That was the week that was TW3Well, with the first of these we made a lot of promises. The second and third were missed (we still hope to catch up on them, sometime) and this one, the fourth, goes up days late.

But hey, it does go up.

The Boring Statistics

This week’s statistics were:

  • Posts: 29 posts — one extra (Saturday’s Breaking: Today’s “Refugees” Being Detained)
  • Word count:  20,231.
  • Central Tendency Measures: Mean and median were low end of normal range at 698 and 520.
  • Posts below 100 words in length: 1
  • Posts over 2,000: 2
  • Posts below 500: 14
  • Posts over 1000: 4

Significant milestones: None observed.

Traffic continues to be satisfactory.

Comments This Week

Comments: 658 as of 2200 Saturday. (At the same time, we show 752 for Week 3, 852 for Week 2, and 659 for Week 1. Too early to establish a trend).

Most commented post: Tuesday’s A Master Class on Influence Operations at CIA, with 82.

Second most commented (i.e. runner-up) was Wednesday’s Careerism and the Military, with 69 comments.

Thank you all for reading and commenting.

The Week in Posts

Here’s the recap of our posts for this week: (If the links are not live, they will be fleshed out later).

Going Forward

Next week promises to be fraught with work and travel and stuff, so things might get slow on the posting front. How slow? Somewhere between a sleepy Small Dog Mk II and a FOIA request to NSA. But we will endeavor, as ever, to provide for your education and entertainment.

Sunday Slippage

This is the one Sunday post this week; call it the 9 AM post, or maybe the 10 AM post. That’s what it’s going to say; that’s our story and we’re sticking to it.

But it’s actually going live about ten hours later.

How come? Well, there’s a story in this Sunday slippage, but it’s not really interesting. It’s not like some calamity happened, like an avalanche (or very very fast glacier) sluicing Hog Manor into the breakers of the briny Atlantic, or Hognose selling all his guns for the cash to rise to Operating Thetan in the cult of Scientology.

(Aside: ever notice how Scientology’s phony-baloney ranks and grades, at least the ones that weren’t lifted from the Navy by failed Naval officer L. Ron Hubbard, have that same fictional creepiness as things Exalted Octopus and Grand Kleagle — which come from the Ku Klux Klan?)

It’s just the same sort of boring things that happen in your life and take up your time, too; basically all of the things that occupy normal people’s lives, that TV characters never have to deal with because it would turn the show even more soporific than most TV is.

House, lawn, dog, kitchen. Yawn. Why can’t life be a simple treadmill from gym to range to airplane building?

OK, with a little bit of blogging?

On the plus side: we did get one of the Saturday Matinees we were behind on done and posted (immediately below this post, unfortunately not a show we can really recommend); we did get a walk in with Small Dog Mark II, and he got some of his favorite Chair Time; and we advanced the ball with the airplane, a little.

Maybe if fortune smiles on us, we’ll catch up on the two missing TW3s and the other half-finished Matinee, as well as setting up some stuff for busy time during the week. Don’t freak out if comments wind up in moderation for a few hours over the next couple of weeks.

This is Number 6,000

This is our 6,000th live post since beginning to publish this blog on 1st January, 2012. Not many things exist in quantities of 6,000. For example, Czech Brno M95 straight-pull Stutzens.

That’s Serial Number 645 of about 5,000 that were ever made. There’s no Serial Number 6,000.

In World War II, Ford Motor Company made over 6,000 B-24 Liberators at the since-destroyed Willow Run facility in Ypsilanti, Michigan.

Looks like a B-24J. One wonders what happened to it.

Lots of World War II airplanes were made in larger quantities: C-47s, Thunderbolts, B-17s, Il-2 Sturmoviks, Me109s. (The Me109 was probably the production champion with something like 35,000 produced). But Ford did okay, when you consider that they had to level the ground and build the whole factory first.

Since World War II, airplane production has slowed a lot. But Boeing has made so many 737s that two separate series have hit the golden 6,000. Here’s one of the two #6000s, which went to Norwegian Airlines.

The 6,000th 737NG went to Turkish Airlines. Amazing numbers for a civilian airliner.

But this little plane is the 6,000th Cirrus airplane ever produced. (True, there have been models and generations, but they’re basically all the same airframe). This is the airplane that’s famous for being the first certified aircraft with a whole-plane parachute, which has to date saved 146 lives.

Finally, it’s not just blog posts, guns and planes that can hit 6,000, so did this guy:

He’s logged 6,000 hours in the A-10 Warthog. That’s two or three times the hours of the typical USAF general. But as an A-10 guy, he’s not on the general track.

So, in the grand scheme of things, 6,000 blog posts is not a big deal.



Sunday Slumberthon

You ever have one of those weeks that sucked up so much sleep at both ends of the day that you basically spent the whole weekend sleeping, waking only to eat or attend to other physical requirements?

We aren’t quite having that weekend, this weekend. We did go over to the Blogbrother’s to watch the Patriots defeat the Texans in a game that was closer than the score looked, thanks largely to some incredible defensive play by two of the Texans’ guys with the incredible names of Clowney and Mercilus (sound it out). Those two guys did something nobody else has done, to wit, give Tom Brady the piñata treatment. What did they sack him, three or four times? Ugly play and lots of turnovers on all sides, and a job by the refs that was guaranteed to leave both sides’ fans unhappy. It wasn’t superior football but it was very compelling TV. Not even a football fan, but that was an interesting game.

We’re also planning on dinner at the Blogbro’s tonight (Sunday). If we wake up.

The winner on a sleeping-in kind of weekend of course, is Small Dog Mk II, whose favorite dog bed is either on top of or improbably wedged in next to his Trained Feeder Monkey in the recliner.

A new week starts tomorrow, Rodney King Day, and we have all kinds of stuff halfway written for you. If there’s something at 0600, we woke up and finished something. Heh.

Subzero Sunday

OK, it’s only subzero here if you use the Centigrade scale; in good old American Fahrenheit it’s been up to 16º or so (about -9ºC). Since the wind is calm and the sun is shining, it’s a warm cold, which we appreciated when shoveling.

Small Dog MkII, conversely, stood in the door shivering and giving us that, “Hey, I put up with a lot from my trained feeder ape, but this is ridiculous,” look. We resigned ourselves to a puddle of poodle piddle, and perhaps a petite pile of poodle poop, on the kitchen floor.

The flying squirrels are back. Hearing one in the eaves a couple of weeks ago, we went through the early Kubler-Ross stages (with a heavy focus on denial). But shoveling the walk, we saw proof — squirrel tracks that began about thirty feet away from the house, and then scampered to a tree. One supposes we could jacklight them (really, blacklight them with the PEQ-2), but rather than explain to the gendarmes why the quiet Smalltown night is being punctuated by muzzle blast, we’ll ring the exterminators in the morning. They don’t actually kill the flying squirrels — they kill the deer mice, which the flying squirrels eat. Then the squirrels decamp to some neighbor’s house and eat his deer mice. It’s doom for the mice one way or another; a mouse is Atlas, bearing the whole food chain on his shoulders. Or it’s a protection racket and the exterminators and flying squirrels are in on it together.

After shoveling, Your Humble Blogger was hungry. Time to expend some of the leftover pre-Christmas 24-hour-sauce with some Trader Joe’s cheese ravioli and plenty of leftover meat, and it was good.

We’re not sure what this week portends. A lot of new releases are coming at SHOT show, but we also want to tell a (fictionalized) tale of Daniel Boone and describe where that tale fits in to our new, bleached-out nation where you can’t say “masculinity” without the prefix “toxic” or at least “problematic,” and where kids’ stories are ones where everything is magic and all you have to do for anything is just want enough. There’s an interesting new 9mm being released tomorrow, seemingly optimized so that fans of Glock and 1911 will both hate it. If we get clear of the embargo in time, we’ll have the story tomorrow. But for all the SHOT breaking stuff, try Ammoland for the press releases (unfortunately, they strip them of the links) or The Firearm Blog for more depth and detail. Go to YouTube if you want thirty seconds of information compressed into ten minutes! Or hang out here, we’ll still entertain you.

That Was the Week that Was: 2017 Week 01

That was the week that was TW3We’re going to make an effort to include these, this year. Last year we petered out on them pretty early; this year we’re going to try to make this weekly wrap leaner, so that it goes up on time and consistently.

As we said last time we published one of these TW3s last year, we do these mostly for our own edification, to review the previous week and try to adjust our performance in the new week. Perhaps it’s a bit obsessive, although we let it go when we haven’t time to do it.

The Boring Statistics

This week’s statistics were:

  • Posts: 28 posts — normal
  • Word count:  19,387
  • Central Tendency Measures: Mean and median were nothing special at 693 and 633
  • Posts below 100 words in length: 0
  • Posts over2,000: 1
  • Posts below 500: 9
  • Posts over 1000: 2

Significant milestones: Five years of daily publication (since 1 Jan 2012).

Traffic-wise, continues to grow. If we finished the year at this rate, we would have over three million uniques for the first time (because of seasonality in the data, that’s higher than the number we’re actually projecting). We think that means people find entertainment and educational value in what we post here.

Comments This Week

Comments: 611 as of 0900 Sunday.

Most commented post: last Sunday’s Sunday ’17 — WeaponsMan Turns 5 with 76.

Second most commented (i.e. runner-up) was Monday’s When the Army Resisted the M16A2, Part 3 of 3 with 70 comments.

Thank you all for reading and commenting.

The Week in Posts

Here’s the recap of our posts for this week: (If the links are not live, they will be fleshed out later).

Going Forward

No promises, yet.