Latest Addition To The Armory

A Hungarian Axe, manufactured by Arms & Armor of Minneapolis. These craftsmen specialize in replications of existing relics in museums to turn out historically accurate but affordable (and fun) hand weapons. I've purchased both my pieces at the Renaissance Fair in Minnesota, and haven't regretted either purchase. I love old military bolt rifles, but sometimes the old up close and personal weapons really draw me in. I'm looking forward to buying more of their excellent edged weapons in the future.

Sunday Ugly Gun Post

Granted, I've never thought of Carcanos as particularly handsome rifles to start with, but I don't have any idea what this person's reasoning was.

Peace, Love, and Understanding....

They're all about love for all, you know.

I Think I Just Threw Up In My Mouth A Little Bit.....

I was going to post some pictures of the new addition to the armory, but I started cruising the blogs, and look what I found at (NSFW) Zombietime's blog.

WTF??? I don't care what consenting adults do in private. What people do in public is another matter. There were kids present at this.

Pervs.

POSers

I'm not sure if this was some kind of stupid protest, or another fashion trend among the idiots. Walking through the gates into the renaissance Saturday, I see a guy in his twenties, wearing BDUs, with a soft cap. I've never seen anyone in uniform at the renfair, and it's a pretty unlikely place for someone to be authorized to do so. Getting closer, I see a chain for one of those trucker wallets hanging out of pocket; when he turns around, I see the whole Che Guevera beard. They both go very nicely with his rank of Major.

Then there was the E-1 Private, in his new ACUs. The only two patches he had were a name and "U.S. Army". The rest of the velcro on them looked like nothing had ever been attached to it, and his spiffy black tennis shoes really set of the uniform:

And then another young guy, running around in BDUs, no cover, and tennis shoes:

This kind of crap begs for judicious application of a large cluebat to the head. Jackasses.

On the bright side, most of what I saw was a lot of people having a good time:

Plus, as I had The Wife's approval, I picked up a new addition to the armory at the blacksmith's. Pictures of that later this week.

Sunday Ugly Gun Post

Excellent in technical execution. Abysmal in taste.

Dr. Mumble-Sloth

Good-bye, Dr. Mumble-Sloth; it's been....well, it's been a lesson in patience working with you. Your random appearances in the wrong room; the constantly asking you to repeat what you said, since you won't speak clearly due to your difficulty with English; and your obvious disinterest in this rotation of your residency. But most of all, we'll all remember your suturing skills. I will forever more measure the speed of a physician's suturing against your baseline speed of 1.5 linear inches of suture per HOUR. I thought standing in line for an hour in the Iraqi desert for a bag of nachos would teach me the meaning of patience. But you've surpassed that. Watching you fiddle about with the needle-drivers, trying to decide where to place the next suture, over and over again; getting two-thirds done, then deciding to start over; then watching your preceptor take out that one, and finish the job.

So, good-bye and good luck. You're going to need it.