The very first episode of the joint podcast hosted by Squeaky and Ahab is up, you can download it at this link, or listen it to below.
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We had a lot of fun doing this, as you can tell. Our first official episode is Tuesday night, we’ll be discussing the Shooting Sports Summit report/NSSF kerfluffle; as well as blogger reactions to the piece.
PLEASE COME BACK.
You might have seen on the intarwebs that there was some kind of gathering of gunbloggers in Indianapolis yesterday.
I have it on pretty solid authority that something in the area of 95% of the attendees were packing heaters to the event, and yet despite what Paul Helmke and the Brady Bunch would have you believe, not a single person was shot. No firearms were brandished, and no one threatened anyone with a gun. Shockingly enough, the meeting was entirely peaceful, courteous, and polite – almost as if guns don’t turn people into violent neanderthals.
Side note: I was going to title this post “Peanut Butter Heller Time”, until I saw that Unclesaurus had already used that title while I was on vacation.
SCOTUS is expected to announce Heller at 10am today, which means that around 10 there will be a firestorm of blog posts going up about it, what it means, etc. I am still cautiously optimistic about the outcome of the case, and in the bad event that it doesn’t go the way we’re expecting, I suspect that Uncle is right and we’ll have a nice big glass of “cool your shit” juice and figure out a plan.
I’ll have more updates right here at this post as they come from SCOTUS and the intertrons.
Update: Thou shalt not receive thy Heller opinion, it will likely be on Wednesday.
Yesterday (Sunday) was the big/huge/awesometastic/holyshit Indy BlogMeet Part 2. There were about a jillion bloggers in attendance, as you can see from the pics!
Even more bloggers than the first time, and the picture cuts out Breda’s husband, a pair of readers and the wife of Mark from BabyTrollBlog. Roberta has a mostly complete list at her place of the attendees of this fandango.
As usual, it was a fantastic time; unfortunately I am absolutely retarded when it comes to names, so with the exception of the people that I was sitting right in the area of, everyone else’s name is a blur of porters, Glocks, and scotch pub eggs. There were pictures taken, one of which was of Breda with an Cthulu hat, in honor of her deciding to not vote for a lesser evil.
It was a pleasure meeting everyone, as usual – it’s nice being able to leverage Tam’s star power to drag people from all over the Midwest to our comfy little hamlet for beers and eggs.
I’d like to personally thank each and every reader that showed up as well; to be perfectly frank it was great to see all of you there, even if I didn’t get a chance to actually meet you. Without you folks reading our blogs every day and telling your friends, all of this would be so much farting in the wind. I am tremendously grateful for each and every reader that I have, and each and every reader that showed up.
George Carlin passed away at age 71.
Despite our very different politics on a lot of issues, I always found him to very funny, he had good delivery and timing; not to mention an absolutely razor-sharp sense of wit and satire.
This is what I miss about California.
The panoramic setting did something weird with the light, which ended up kind of cool looking.
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I might have mentioned over the past couple of days that I took a bit of a trip to Cali. Well, because I have nothing but love, I am going to treat you guys with pictures of my trip, mostly because I can. That and I’m killing time waiting for the Heller decision to be announced.
My wife and I flew into LAX, which sucked as usual. Once we escaped the hell-hole that is Los Angeles, we proceeded up the California coast to our eventual destination of Morro Bay. Morro Bay is famous for Morro Rock, which is, well, a big sierra foxtrot rock right in the middle of the damn ocean.
I love Morro Bay, it’s one of my favorite places in the country; and I was most pleasantly surprised to find that Harbor Gun Shop was still there, and still doing business. On the 3rd or 4th day that we were there I finally managed to track down their location, and took a picture of their sign. I mentioned to Tam that I had found her “perfect gunshop” and I wasn’t kidding.
The inside lives up to the outside.
On the trip, we also went wine tasting, were attacked by a platoon of assault squirrels, and visted Hearst Castle, and generally had a good time. I’ll actually do a few different posts on the trip since I took a lot of pictures and don’t want to make things too image intense all at once. The last picture I’ll leave you with is one of the car we rented, a Dodge Charger which I drove recklessly up and down the coast at high speeds with no regard for my carbon footprint.
And yeah, I was having as much as I look like I was having.
I can has fast car?
Seriously, you can come back now. Due to a stupid oversight on my part, I forgot to set people up as guest bloggers so the only content I had while I was on vacation were the occasional posts checking in from my crackberry.
We are now back, and all systems are functioning optimally.
Because I’m going to be complaining about the TSA.
Now, I fly a lot for work, and as a result of that I’m a pretty savvy traveler, by the time I get to security I’m practically naked and ready to submit myself to the tender ministrations of the Security Theatre. Now, I understand that not everyone is an efficient traveler – in fact most people are pretty damn stupid about flying, and just aren’t organized at all. I expect that, especially at a big tourist airport like LAX.
And that is what makes the security situation at LAX so completely ridiculous. Unlike the Seattle and Las Vegas TSA set-ups which prepare and assume that people will have lots of bags and be stupid, the LAX TSA does the exact opposite and assumes that everyone is seasoned and skilled; unfortunately that’s never true, and even less so for an airport like LAX, which gets about 10 hoji passengers through its gates.
You would think that a place like LAX would be better at this whole “security” thing. Of course, that would be logical, and LA is anything but that.
One more day on the road, although it’s a purely metaphorical road today. I’ll be carried to my adopted home state in the horrible bowels of a giant metal bird – be back in Indiana by about 7pm tonight.
See you guys shortly!