We’re looking over some preliminary numbers for January and February of 2017, and the site is still growing. January set an all-time traffic record of 268,176 unique users, up 31.5% over January 2016 and up 10.2% over the previous month, December 2016. February with its 28 days fell a little shorter, 245,157 hits, up 12.9% from last year, and, as you can see, down 8.6% from January. (February with 28 days is about 9.7% shorter than January, so our average daily visitors increased slightly). Our record hit months, then, were January, October 2016, and February.
It is highly probable based on performance so far and our detailed history since 2014 (our stats for the first couple years are lousy) that we’ll not only break the 2.5 million hitcount that eluded us in 2016 by a few measly thousand, but break 3.0 million.
One caution: February’s numbers are partly estimated. This is due to a loss of statistics for about one and one half days as a result of a plug-in configuration error that broke some administrative access to our servers (pages were still served throughout). To make up conservatively for the lost traffic, we added 1/28 of our final February count (“an average day”) back in. This is a conservative figure because it is 1/28 and not 1/26.5 which would more nearly correspond to the actual stats outage. One hopes that we shan’t have to do that again, although we’re going to be poking numbers in through the end of the year; hopefully at 0000 1/1/18 we’ll zero the stats again.
During the month of February, we passed a significant milestone: over 60,000 approved comments since the founding of the blog on 1 January 2012. Several posts are drawing over 50 comments every week.
Our outreach to new audiences continues, with many of our stories being linked at Gab, which has brought in some new readers and commenters. If you’re unaware of Gab, this free-speech oriented Twitter replacement has a lot of advantages over the legacy platform, and several disadvantages:
- Doesn’t have “everybody” on it;
- Doesn’t have an IOS app, as Apple has banned the firm on political grounds (the founder is a conservative Christian, apparently anathema at 1 Infinite Loop).
- It currently is ideologically lopsided, given the fact that many ejected from Twitter over politics have shown up there.
The site is in an extended beta status, or an open-not-open mode. If you have difficulty signing up, we do have some invitations to give you; ask in the comments (include a link if you want the comment to be held in moderation and SAY SO if you don’t want us to release it when we send the invitation).
We have also promised to do some pieces for another firearms news site, but we’ve been buried with the site here, with work on the Czech Firearms books, and with life in the analog world. Believe me, when it happens, you guys will hear about it and it will be linked. WeaponsMan.com will remain our primary online output for the forseeable future; all this other stuff is just ways to reach more people (well, the books will be a way to get paid, too).
It’e been busy times around Hog Manor this week, but we’re fresh out of stored-up posts, and so this morning we gathered our wits and set down at the computer to dash off a hasty 0900 post — and it was off to the distraction races through the auricles and ventricles of the Intertubes. And thus we slouched into procrastination, with the 0900 post becoming a 1000 post… and then being posted by eleven.
This week, as mentioned, we resumed cardio (overdue that), replaced six of the seven remaining elegant exterior light fixtures with soulless powder-coated aluminum jobs, fixed (mostly) a short gutter that’s been hosed since our error in hiring roofers to do the roof three years ago,
Cardio is a bad habit to get out of and is necessary to resume weight loss. The strength training has been wonderful in terms of increased strength, mobility, agility and confidence — enough that we’ve penciled in a vacation with some parachuting involved — but it and walking the dog aren’t enough for an aging metabolism.
And the dog walking is itself limited by the fact that Small Dog Mk II is a Southern boy who turns “going for a walk” into “complaining whilst being dragged” in conditions of cold and precipitation. Unfortunately for him he now lives at 43º N latitude, like it or not.
The exterior fixtures were handmade brass, charmingly patinated in vintage verdigris but battered by New England winters, and in some case lacking unobtainium parts. For reasons known but to the shade of Nikola Tesla they ate increasingly rare incandescent bulbs at Tasmanian Devil rates. The new ones are generic visually, but contain el cheapo LED bulbs. They’re not as instant-on as the incandescents they replace, but we’ve got to do something to get the electrical bill in this pile under control.
Suppose we could blog less. That uses a lot of ‘lectricity, right? (Actually, it’s the space heaters in the otherwise unheated garage that are killing us).
Got less book writing and book prep done than desired this week. But it was a good week for airplane progress, with the first plans-section’s parts for the fuselage center section completing prep, so we’ll probably be assembling fuselage structures this week.
In the meantime, don’t bother us — we’re busy slouching.
Here’s the entire webcast of Space X’s launch of a Falcon 9 / Dragon spacecraft to the International Space Station at 0939 our time (EST) today. So far so good: good launch from Pad 39, good recovery of the first stage to Cape Canaveral’s LZ 1, good deployment of all systems on the Dragon capsule. Those systems include power (solar panels), navigation (automated celestial with inertial backup), and propulsion. (Several burns will take place over the next 2 days to move Dragon from its parking orbit to an orbit in which it can safely and precisely intercept the ISS). It’s bringing supplies and experiments up (and will bring other stuff back down).
The weather’s not optimal for video; fortunately rockets are always ready for instrument meteorological conditions!
This is a big deal for us. We grew up during the first space race, and had a distant cousin working at Goddard Space Flight Center in Maryland, who would send us NASA press packets. Were you nerd enough to have a meter-wide photomap of the moon on your wall?
Other than that, it’s a slow Sunday. We were up last night reading a long, involved, and almost unbelievable story of a guy in Massachusetts that had a criminal — his own brother! — and the courts and bar gang up on him and, essentially, bankrupt him (although he’s too proud to bang out bankrupt). Here’s the high points:
- While MA Guy was in the service, his kid brother, who’d always been a little “off”, murdered their parents with the help of a buddy. For the insurance money.
- Kid brother wound up pleading out to 2x Murder 2, and got 2 x 15 to life, plus “a year and a day on and after” for other related crimes.
- Kid brother hired a hitman to whack his accomplice as part of a scheme to lay the whole thing off on the accomplice and get out of jail.
- Because MA Law is strongly biased towards criminals, kid brother got about $50k of his victims’ insurance money, which he then used to engage in lawfare against his living family members.
- Since the 1980s, this lawfare has gone on, with every apparent end turning into another opportunity for the brothers, the lawyers, and the courts to loot the survivors.
- The victim brother’s lawyer has collaborated and colluded with the perp brothers’ lawyer — paid by the taxpayers, naturally — to keep the meter running, to the benefit of the lawyers.
- The bar association — generally a group of the most corrupt and unethical of the entire corrupt and unethical profession — support this.
- The judges — in MA, culled from the worst of the worst, as long as they’re in The Party — support this.
Lawyer. Tree. Rope. Assembles in minutes. And thank a merciful God that we’re out of that lawyer-rich but lawless Third World hellhole, and a have a kid brother who honors his (late) mother and his father.
Agenda for the rest of the day? Some writing, some PT, a walk for Small Dog — it’s lovely out! And some airplane work (we have promised to finish the landing light wiring, which Blogbrother defers to us, and there are parts to be primed when the weather’s halfway warm for February). And tomorrow it starts again!
Subboreal? What’s that?
Well, let’s break it down. Sub Boreal. Subarctic, roughly. But it’s usually used (to the extent it’s used, this moribund old word) to mean very cold.
And it’s been very cold here for most of a week, and it’s going to remain very cold this week. Single digits, low double digits on the Fahrenheit scale; well below zero on Centigrade. (Celsius, yeah; what can we say, we’re so old, we still have radios calibrated in kilocycles and megacycles). The robust systems and upgraded windows and insulation of Hog Manor can barely keep up; instead of a shirtsleeve 70ºF, it’s a sweater 65 or so.
On the plus side, the snow which has fallen on most of these days and is supposed to keep falling in showers on all but one day of this week, remains a light and easily lifted powder because of the freeze. While at the same time the cold cuts through clothing and makes shoveling the stuff more unpleasant that nasty, wet, infarct-inducing slush would be.
Well, it’s been a very mild winter so far, and February is usually the worst of months here in coastal New England. If we get through these couple weeks, it should improve.
And it could be worse. We could be out in the weather. These are the times when stray dogs are not found until spring’s thaw reveals their wretched carcasses, mute evidence of their final suffering; Small Dog Mk II is only being rational when he refuses to chance the door and go outside (which means, naturally, that he picks a place to go inside, if you know what we mean, and we think you do).
A large flock of turkeys has cowered in our back garden for most of the last several days. It was over thirty birds, but we think it’s down to about 17 now. They are miserable; suffering; we’re also sighting them at night, which means they are not in their usual roosts. With the forecast for the coming week, it will only be the hardiest of the birds who survive to lay in the spring and hatch the next generation of poults.
Some small bird is nesting in the electrical box outside the office, which once hosted the power stuff for the original builder’s hot tub or spa. We hear the little scrabbles inside that cold steel box, we see the turkeys grimly making headway across a snowy lawn in blowing snow, and we marvel that this killing snow is the life-giving water of spring.
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
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.
..there will be no Wednesday Weapons Website of the Week this week. The feature will return next weekend (after an imagination overhaul, presumably).
WeaponsMan.com will return to usual programming at 0600 tomorrow.
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.
Well, 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).
- Sunday Slippage is our usual Sunday post.
- We offer Some More SIG Updates: MPX, M17 (P320) Pistol
- Somebody is always the first to employ a new weapon. And some other guy gets to be the one it’s deployed on: An Unwanted First for the Destroyer Okhotnik
- He wasn’t intending to raise awareness of motor vehicle law: When Guns are Outlawed, Only Outlaws will have Jeeps
- Some of the play-by-play as NH Moves towards Constitutional Carry
- Quick thinking and partnership saved a historical resource that nearly went dark. The 5.56 Timeline is Dead! Long live the 5.56 Timeline!
- It wasn’t a Presidential speech, it was A Master Class on Influence Operations at CIA
- When Guns are Outlawed, Only Outlaws will have One Punch. And they’ll still kill people with it.
- Here’s A Murder in Public. We’ll say this for pervasive surveillance — it’s given us a lot of gunfight and crime videos to analyze.
- MagPul Mag and Stock Clearance at Midway where you can save on unpopular and last year’s models.
- No, the Army Will Not Make a Man out of You. The recruiting propaganda lies; you gotta do it yourself.
- You’re never entirely disarmed. When Guns are Outlawed, Only Outlaws will have Teeth
- Remember Cop-Killer Markeith Loyd? Some details about his bust and the associated Fake News.
- What’s in Bin Laden’s bookcase? Wednesday Weapons Website of the Week: IC on the Record.
- Quest for relevance at an agency targeted for dissolution: ATF Cracks Down on Retro Builders using 80% Receivers
- Careerism and the Military. If your focus is your own advancement, you’re going to stink as a leader.
- When Guns are Outlawed, Only Outlaws will have Smothers Little Helper is another Mother of the Year entrant.
- We look in to Two Questionable Self Defense Cases, of the sort that keeps Andrew Branca in overpriced motorbike parts.
- We discuss Seecamp Pocket Pistols. (Read the comments, because a couple of our readers have not had a good experience with the LWS-25, -32 or -.380).
- The military struggles daily with The Problem of Up-or-Out.
- Assault in the Asian restaurant: When Guns are Outlawed, Only Outlaws will have Chili Powder.
- Poly-Ticks: Constitutional Carry Update follows up on our NH story earlier this week with a national outlook through 2021 or so.
- Friday Tour d’Horizon, 2017 Week 04 was fairly wide-ranging.
- They always say this, usually in tears: He Didn’t Know it was Loaded!
- Breaking: Today’s “Refugees” Being Detained. We’ll stick to our domestic terrorists, thanks. The imports adjust badly and don’t hold up.
- Here’s a Schwimmwagen For the WWII Collector Who Has Everything
- When Guns are Outlawed, Only Outlaws will have Gold. Most of the time, this element is harmless. But melt it and pour it in Sumdood’s throat?
- Cult classic: Saturday Matinee 2017 04: John Wick
- Bringing us around to the recursive: That Was the Week that Was: 2017 Week 04.
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.
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.
Kevin was a former Special Forces weapons man (MOS 18B, before the 18 series, 11B with Skill Qualification Indicator of S). His focus was on weapons: their history, effects and employment. He started WeaponsMan.com in 2011 and operated it until he passed away in 2017. His work is being preserved here at the request of his family.