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Avatar? Airbender?

I am vaguely aware that my son often watches this show on Cartoon Network or maybe Nick (I believe) called Avatar. I’m not one of those disconnected parents that sees the T. V. as the babysitter, and have watched this show with him on multiple occasions. It seems like an innocent enough fantasy story with nothing that I find terribly objectionable in it, but I find it so mind-numbingly boring that I couldn’t tell you who the characters are or anything that they’ve ever done. What I’m watching for is to make sure that some stranger isn’t filling my kid’s head with crap that he doesn’t need. I heard somewhere that they were making a live-action, silver-screen, feature-length version of this show, and I know that he’s going to want to see it. Then, I started hearing these rumors about Avatar hitting the theaters this weekend. “Great,” I thought, “Let’s take kiddo to a matinee on Saturday and check out this little flick. So, I looked into it a little.

So, what’s with the blue people? I don’t remember much about the show, but I don’t remember blue people. the chick looks pretty hot, if you can get over the weird eyes. Actually, that’s kind of… Wait a minute! Marines? I don’t remember Marines being in the cartoon, much less the central characters. Where’s the munchkin with the arrow tat on his gourd? I’m not sure this is the same movie that I’m thinking of at all!

My lovely wife then explained to me that I was confused. It’s James Cameron’s political propaganda picture Avatar that’s coming out on 12/18/09, which has absolutely noting to do with the cartoon that I don’t really remember. She explained that the movie that I was thinking of is The Last Airbender coming out this Summer.

Airbender? Really? I thought the show was called “Avatar.” I had pizza last night and have been bending air all morning. Does that count? Still, that looks a whole lot more like I think it should. Apparently, I’m not the only one that thinks this is a little confusing.

This is just too weird. When they come out with the live action version of Ghost in the Shell, will they name it “Innocence” due to a copyright technicality? Will there be some random pile of special effects and heavily-weighted agenda message coming out half a year earlier that steals the title by legal technicalities? What about Cowboy Bebop? Is there nothing sacred in Hollyweird anymore?

Huh. I guess I just answered my own question.

On that note, let’s watch a Cowboy Bebop teaser!

I REALLY hope they don’t F this one up.

Tuesday Thoughts on Guns and Life in General

Last week I wrote about the horrid, pizza-pocket-ish things that I have in the freezer at work. There is but one of these things left, and I can’t bring myself to eat it today. If I weren’t so cheap, I would have pitched the whole box a long time ago. I don’t know exactly how many came in the box, but it feels like a zillion. I did eat one yesterday, and here’s the funny part: We had pizza for dinner last night. These microwavable lunches are so un-pizza-like that they don’t even make me not want pizza. I’m sorry, but that’s just weird. So here I am, not eating lunch yet again. Meh.

It’s been far too long since I last went shooting. I really wish that I had the time and money to have a good range session at least once a week, but unfortunately that’s not really an option right now. I really want to get in some good, outdoor target practice. It’s been since Halloween that we last got to do that! If this year’s seasonal patterns work the way I think they will, we should have some pretty mild weather in January, and that’s exactly what I’ll do. There’s nothing quite like shooting at plastic bottles across a ~200-yard hollow. Just for fun, here’s a satellite view of the place in question (thanks to Google Maps):

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Sometimes we set up at the North end of the field and shoot South. Other times, we’ll reverse that. There’s plenty of room to set up multiple targets for different drills, we’ve shot clays there, and there’s a decent enough stretch for rifle target shooting. Now, I’m making myself want to go right now! Next year, I fully expect to shoot a deer or two in that very place. But, I digress.

We now have less than two weeks until Christmas. Back in September or October, we pretty well decided what we were going to do for Christmas presents. We decided that we were going to have a gunny Christmas. We planned on getting an AirForce Edge for The Kiddo, as he’s really gotten into his air rifles. Jenni has been lusting after a Beretta Px4 Storm DAO in .45ACP. I was planning on getting a Saiga 12 in the whole deal. (And no, I would not name it Abomination.) We set up a budget, and started cramming our savings to make this happen. It would have been really fun, and we would have had a trip out to the farm immediately – possibly even Christmas afternoon – to try out the new goodies, but alas…

It was apparently not meant to be. There was the $360.00 incident with the cat’s tail, and several other (albeit smaller), unexpected expenses that I won’t bore you with that simply busted our budget. Don’t get me wrong – it’s not a bad thing, but still a disappointment. Kiddo will get an air rifle, but it will probably have to wait until his birthday. I think we’re going to get him a new bike for Christmas instead. They’re quite a bit cheaper. As for the two of us, we’ll get each other smaller, simpler presents for now, and maybe we can get each other the romantic gifts of firearms for Valentine’s Day or something.

I’ve been able to cite this disappointment as a valuable lesson to Kiddo concerning appropriate expression of disappointment, i. e. as upset as I was over the deal, I didn’t throw a fit. That’s been really good for his developing mind, and that in and of itself is worth more than a couple of new guns. Plus, it’s wonderful to be in a place in life were we aren’t living so beyond our means that we can’t deal with life’s little emergencies. There have been plenty of times that such financial demands would have put me straight into a panic. “How will we be able to buy groceries if the cat has to get stitches?” – and that sort of thing. Thank God, we aren’t there now!

My employment status is kind of on a knife edge right now, but I’m only slightly worried about that. I know that I could quickly go back to work, and we have survived on far less than Jenni’s current income in the past. Honestly, if I were really worried, I’d already have a different job by now. The fact of the matter is, although it wouldn’t be fun, the worst-case scenario is really not all that daunting. And, there are a lot of people that don’t have it nearly as good. As weird as it may sound, I’m actually thankful for the disappointment and the bumps in the road, as I’m glad that I got my lot in life as opposed to someone else’s.

So, I guess that’s about it for now. Maybe I’ll take that last frozen pizza pocket thingy to the farm and shoot it. Kind of two birds with one stone, you know?

Thanksgiving

I’m thankful for…

God’s Grace
My beautiful wife
My wonderful son
Great friends
Wonderful blog readers
Struggles to keep me limber and…
Closure to bad situations (even if not all of them)
Life’s promise of brighter times
The snoring dog in my Heywood Wakefield lounge chair (she’s loud)
Kitty antics
Great food (pics to follow)
Intimacy
My talents
America, Freedom and Liberty
Living in Oklahoma
Shooting sports and my guns
My crappy house with its plumbing and wiring problems
Being employed
My Nissan

I am so very, very blessed. Thank you, God!

Halloween Update With Pics!

So, when I posted about our Halloween weekend camp out and shoot out, I promised pics. I was going to do this yesterday, but with the shiny objects and all, it just didn’t happen. So, without further delay…

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The weather was beautiful! It’s pretty difficult to argue with a warmer than normal, Oklahoma Fall afternoon!

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The moon was out, and the sky was clear and blue.

The Moon

My parents even got in on the action!

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Kiddo had fun spinning his glow stick on a string.

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It looked like so much fun that I had to give it a try!

Dad With Glow Stick

Yes, I am just about that goofy in real life.

The next morning, we shot clays.

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And, shot clays.

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And then…

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I love shooting clays!

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Sunday was arguably a prettier day than Saturday. It was the perfect weather for shooting.

The Flying Pigeon

My sis-in-law didn’t shoot much, but I know that she hit at least one with her single-shot .410. It is debated whether she hit more than that. I think she did. Either way, I think that’s braggable.

And the Hit!

Here’s me, sending clay birdies to hell! Muahahahahahaaaa!

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And, that’s about all we’ve got for now, as the other cameras that were there haven’t produced photos yet… Maybe I’ll be able to add some more when I get them.

Halloween Recoil Therapy

My brother’s birthday is October 22, and Jenni’s birthday is October 23. They decided that the best way to celebrate this year was to have a camping trip for Halloween. Since my birthday is in August, it’s usually way too hot to have any such celebration, so I decided to postpone it until Halloween weekend. Eventually, my brother announced that it would be a birthday party for anyone whose calendar birthday fell within six months of Halloween. :-D

So, on Saturday afternoon, we trucked it out to the family farm. Much to my surprise, my parents actually showed up! They don’t usually come out with us. My brother had his heart set on a huge group, but I was really relieved that most of the invitees didn’t show. I just didn’t have the patience for a large group and firearms. My brother’s friend Danton came and brought his Winchester 1200 and Model 94 in 30-30. My friend Sean met up with us after dark, and Danton and my parents left later Saturday evening. On one personal trip into the woods, Jenni saw a bobcat climb down a tree beside her, make eye contact with her, and scamper away! I kind of knew we had some wild cats in the area, but I’ve never actually seen one in the wild.

That afternoon, we shot some paint cans and apples with our handguns and rifles, and shot some clays with our shotguns. Danton let me try out his M94. I’ll be putting one of those on my must have list! Kiddo got to blow up a paint can with his 10/22, and show off his rapidly improving rifle skills. He also tried out the 20 gauge. I’m going to have to work with him on his shotgun stance, but I’m confident that he’ll do great once he finally gets it. I put 30-rounds through my AR, and I think that was all the EBR action we had over the weekend. Funny enough, we brought three .22 rifles, and I didn’t shoot a single rim fire round!

After we finished shooting for the evening, we buttoned down the guns and had campfire hot dogs and meatloaf. We drank whiskey and smoked cigars and had a great time. We went to sleep relatively early and the results of our sleep was mixed. At some point in the night, a curious animal of some kind brushed against our tent a few times. We joked that it might have been Jenni’s bobcat!

The next morning, we got up and had bagels with cream cheese, cinnamon rolls (thanks to Jenni’s parents), and RedBull Cola (thanks to Beej, who couldn’t make it on this trip). After breakfast, we went back to shooting. Yesterday, I believe I put more full-house Magnums through my .44 than I had in the combined, previous 12-months. I burned up a whole lot of .357 Magnum as well. And, I shot clays until my shoulder hurt and could have happily shot that much again had I not shot out of bird shot shells. I didn’t feel inclined to shoot any .38 Special or .44 Special. I was looking for the big booms on this trip! Apparently, I needed that. I felt like I needed that.

Danton and Sean each tried my M29. Danton commented that it is a “brutal beast”, and Sean only cared to fire half a cylinder. I have to give it to them, the M29 is a handful, but I love it!

The weather was beautiful, and the shooting was good. I can’t think of a better way to spend 24-hours of a weekend. We enjoyed God’s creation and indulged in some of the better things in life. Jenni and I really needed the down time, and found the weekend to be a great stress-reliever. If I had it to do over again, I would have left two of the .22’s at home along with one of the AR’s. I would have brought half as much handgun ammo and twice as many shot shells. I’m hoping to upload some pics in an update.

Parenting and Guns – Part II

Several of you provided me some very encouraging words to my last post. Thank you. I really appreciate it. Last night, we did our regular Monday runaround. We are currently in one car. I work the furthest from home, so I have the car at the beginning and end of the daily carpool. I frantically attempt to leave work at 4:30 p. m. sharp. My day officially ends at 4:30, but I’m often in the middle of stuff, so I may go fifteen or twenty minutes over, but not on Mondays. It’s thirty minutes to Jenni’s office to pick her up. Then, it’s another thirty minutes to the school to pick up Kiddo. On our way out of the parking lot, we probe him about his day and make sure that he was able to finish all his homework in after-school. I must note that he’s been particularly fastidious about this in fifth grade. That’s been a relief. Last night, we decided to pick up some Sonic on our way back to the range. It is a thirty minute trip from the school to the range as long as I can maintain 9mph over the speed limit for most of the trip. The gun range is ironically less than ten minutes away from my office. The air rifle training starts at 6:00. When you’ve done the math, you can see that it’s some pretty rigorous driving on Monday evenings between my office and the gun range which is a stone’s throw away. But, I digress…

Kiddo shot really well last night! He hasn’t been doing this for very long, but he is progressing rapidly. The coach is great with the kids, and highly knowledgeable in the necessary techniques, etc. Kiddo also shows a lot of natural talent for marksmanship. Sure, the first few times we took him, he shot all the heck over the target. But, it’s not long ago that he really came over a hurdle and started really target shooting. You may remember my post about him shooting the M&P15-22 before it came out. That was the first truly good shooting I’ve seen him do. It’s only gone uphill from there. He likes to keep his targets, and it’s been really amazing watching his improvement from one sheet of paper to the next. Last night, he put five shots on a target that looked like three with an air rifle.

Now, we are going to start working on standing. Coach has talked to us about International Rifle standing technique, and talked to Kiddo a little bit about it last night. He worked with him briefly on where to put his hands and elbows, and essentially how to do the job. He said that Kiddo would need to practice his stance at home with his own rifle. As hard as Kiddo worked last night, we decided to start with his standing practice tonight. I’m looking forward to that.

It seems like every time he has a good range session, it inspires him to be responsible in everything else, and he generally has an improved overall attitude. Just like anybody else, he likes to be good at something. One thing that separates him from every other person that I know is that he naturally doesn’t seem to give a crap if the next person is better at something that he is, just as long as he’s doing the best that he can. That’s something that the vast majority of us have to learn along the way. As much as there is something to be said for some healthy competition, I can’t imagine being completely unfettered by the drive to be better at the stuff I do than the average bear! What a blessing!

As a related side, we’ve been working up the 20-gauge shotgun so that it will be comfortable for Kiddo to shoot. I looked at Knoxx Stocks and all kinds of different bolt-on stuff, but ultimately decided to go at it on the cheap. When I pulled off the tritium bead to install it on Jenni’s Defender, I installed some kind of Hi-Viz bead that they had at Academy. I took a factory, black, plastic, Winchester stock and chopped about two inches off of it with my circular saw. When I test shot it, I thought it was going to bloody my nose! So, I filled the remaining hollow of the stock with used wheel weights. :-D Now, the gun balances very nicely toward the rear of the receiver. When I test fired it on Saturday, the recoil was very soft. Kiddo hasn’t shot it yet (really didn’t feel up to it on Saturday), but has held it, and finds it to be more comfortable with the muzzle balanced out so much. I’m really looking forward to him trying it out! In my mind, the 20-inch barrel is about right for a kid his size for several shooting exercises. Maybe I’ll have it reamed and threaded for choke tubes… Hmmmm….

Parenting and Guns

Last time we took Kiddo to air rifles, there were a couple of notable happenings. The coach put tape over his left lens so that he could leave both eyes open and still focus on the front sight with his right. He seemed to take to this method very well. The coach explained to me that being relaxed is the key to improving a child’s shooting. I tend to agree. When I’m uptight, I shoot like crap. When Kiddo is not feeling right, he doesn’t shoot as well as he does when he’s happy and feeling good about himself. I make a really large effort to only offer positive encouragement and specific coaching tips to help him improve his shooting. However, if I see him doing something unsafe, I will come down on him for it. At this point, that’s a rare occurrence, usually consisting of me saying “Trigger finger!” or “Muzzle direction!” or even “Clear it!” Then, he’s gotten adequate reminder to keep his finger in check, keep his muzzle pointed in a safe direction, or to drop the mag and clear the chamber.

Another parent had brought his two daughters, who dragged in their gear in huge, wheeled, Hardigg Storm Cases. They proceded to unload their highly customized air rifles, special tripods to rest their rifles for reloading, special shooting shoes, gloves, glasses, and even some kind of fancy shooting outfit. Their dad spoke loudly for the entirety of class. He bragged a lot, and heckled his girls a lot. I try to keep my nose out of other people’s business, but I have to admit that I was a little offended. It was pretty clear that the younger daughter was not ‘in the zone’ that evening. Rather than offering encouragement and specific coaching, he loudly declared criticisms such as, “That’s not a shotgun you’re shooting there,” and “The same hole! The pellet has to go through the SAME hole!” Granted, never having been in competitive shooting, I don’t know what one needs to do to prepare for a match. It may be that he was simply trying to apply some outside stress so they would be equipped to ignore outside stressors while shooting in a match. I just got the feeling that he had pushed them, and that it wasn’t necessarily what they wanted so much as what he wanted.

On Saturday, the three of us went to the range together. After running a few rounds through my 586 and 29, it was pretty clear that I was having an off day, to my utter dismay. It had been about three weeks since I’d been shooting, and I was really looking forward to it. I put a few rounds of .22 lr downrange from a couple of the rifles, and shot a box of 12 gauge. That was about all I had the heart to do myself. Kiddo said that he only wanted to run a magazine or two of .22 lr, because his stomach ‘felt kind of funny.’ So, he loaded a magazine and took it up to the firing line.

At that point, he burst into tears. I asked him what was wrong, and he started mumbling (which did no good with live fire all around and both of us in our ear muffs). Eventually, he communicated that he wanted to shoot with both eyes open, but couldn’t manage it. I talked it out with him, and we put some masking tape over his left lens. He shot a magazine-full (after fumbling with his safety). He just wasn’t acting like his normal self, so I was staying right on top of him while he handled the rifle. After that magazine, he said he had had enough, so we put his rifle away. He asked if he could keep his target, and we told him that he could. I took down his target and put up a previous one to blast it with my shotgun. After that, Jen put up a fresh target and shot at it for a while. This is when Kiddo started crying again.

I asked him what was wrong this time, and discovered that he thought we were shooting at his target which he wanted to keep. I showed him his unharmed target, and he eventually pulled himself together. It was just so weird! He’s really not the kind of kid that falls apart and has a melt-down over stupid stuff like that. When we got home, he ate well and went to bed. Yesterday, he seemed fine. This morning, he had a little coughing and sneezing, but nothing alarming. I just really hope he’s not coming down with something. I asked him how he felt this morning, and he said he felt fine. He’s kind of proud about that kind of thing, though. I think that he’s likely to not complain if he thinks he can tough through it. So far, the school hasn’t called, so maybe I’m just being too worried.

Parenting is hard. Why does it feel like a tightrope act? I believe that if you push them too hard (as I perceived the other parent mentioned above to be doing), that it will cause later-life emotional issues. I’ve known a lot of people that were pushed when they were children who have a lot to work out as adults because of it. It’s important to encourage and provide motivation, but to push too hard is abusive. Then again, I do want to play a very active roll. To act blasé about a kid’s activities is to tell them that they aren’t important. That’s a great way to destroy a kid’s motivation and self esteem along the way. I don’t want to push Kiddo to do anything that he doesn’t have an interest in doing, but I want to encourage him when he’s pursuing his own goals. I want shooting to be a fun learning experience for him. If it’s not fun today, and he’s just run through a magazine, it’s probably time to quit for now. I said it is like a tightrope, but sometimes it’s more like walking on a knife edge.

Gunsmithing Silliness

So, a few weeks ago, my friend Instinct was asking about the installation of the Meprolight shotgun beads that I installed on our Winchesters. Now, my disclaimer is that I am NOT a gunsmith. I do a little work on my own guns from time to time, but I do not do this sort of thing for hire. I simply am not professional enough with this sort of thing to take on the liability of it. That being said, I told him that it’s really easy. You just get a 6×48 tap and the coordinating drill bit, remove the old bead, drill and tap the hole and thread the new sight in with some Loctite or nail polish on the threads. He said that sounded too complicated, so he shipped the barrel from his 870, ‘Bruce,’ and sight half way across the country to me to have me do the job! LOL! I received his barrel yesterday, and installed the bead last night. It will be shipping out to him today. During the installation, the Evyl Robot Empyre got silly and emailed back and forth with Instinct and a mutual friend, Gatakitty, for the whole procedure. That went as follows:

Jennifer:

Just thought you’d like to know. Bruce has no front sight.

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Instinct:

AHHHHHH!!!!

Poor Bruce!!! He can’t SEE!!!!

Jennifer:

So I guess you would cringe to see a drill there in his eye?

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Instinct:

LOL

Be gentle! He’s the only one I have!!!

Jennifer:

You know, Bruce has never been to heaven, but now at least part of him has been to Oklahoma.

Evyl Robot:

He’s in good hands. He’ll have a glowing cyclops eye in just a few minutes. Now, the surgeon needs more whiskey

Instinct:

You’re having too much fun with this, Jen :D

Jennifer:

Yeah. But just tell me you aren’t enjoying the play by play

Instinct:

I am. Now I have a photo documentary of it all

Jennifer:

And now for the tapping.

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Wee-Bot says hi.

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Jennifer:

Here’s one of your friendly neighborhood evylrobot.

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Instinct:

HI Wee-Bot!!!

So he’s learning gun smithing at an early age :D

Jennifer:

He’s ready for sight installation!

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Instinct:

Nice shot :D

Instinct:

Let’s see…. Power tools and whiskey….

Nothing could go wrong with that

Instinct:

Ummmm…. There’s a hole in his barrel…

Jennifer:

No worries! That’s where the sight goes.

Evyl Robot:

…Dear Liza, Dear Liza…

Evyl Robot:

Nah. Nothing could ever go wrong there!

Jennifer:

Indeed. He can take apart a Ruger 10/22 for thorough cleaning.
Ooh! Bruce’s sight hs been restored!

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Jennifer:

Mmm. Whiskey

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Instinct:

YAY!!!

Best birthday/anniversary present EVAH!!!

Jennifer:

The Wee-Bot and the kittehs approve.

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Okay, so the kittehs do not approve of pictures.

Jennifer:

Thanks!

Gatakitty:

Oh, I’ve never been to heaven,
But I’ve been to Oklahoma….

Evyl Robot:

Now, I’m gonna tell you… The factory bead did not unthread, but broke off in my vice grips. It is steel, and a PITA to drill. I scuffed the finish a little on the block trying to get it flat. I’m not worried about that since you’re about to duracoat. It is ever so slightly off center – I’m talking about thousandths of an inch. I’m not real happy about that, but it will probably never make a difference. With the finish applied, you won’t see it, and I doubt it will screw with the POI. You should be able to easily tune to it with your rear notch anyway, once you’ve installed it. Honestly, you probably wouldn’t have noticed if I hadn’t mentioned it, but since you are a friend, I couldn’t just not.

Instinct:

Yeah, kitties have that “I’ll kill you in your sleep for this” look

Instinct:

One day I want to have a place to do man-work and a little evyl minion of my own to help me :D

Jennifer:

Well Wee-Bot is a good one. And we might rent him out for a nominal fee.

Instinct:

I think I can live with it :D

There is no rear notch on the Remington so I think I’ll be good

Jennifer:

You’ll be fine. It is better centered than my factory sight was on my Defender.

Evyl Robot:

Whew! I was afraid you were going to ask for your money back! Aren’t you planning on adding a rear?

Instinct:

Can we clone him?

Instinct:

I’ve got a big enough one right now so no need…

OH, you mean on the shotgun. No, probably not

Jennifer:

Nope. He’s a limited edition.

Jennifer:

We like big butts and we cannot lie…

Evyl Robot:

*sigh* God has some sense of humor. My butt doesn’t belong on a white dude my size.

Evyl Robot:

…Ya’ll other brothers can’t deny…

Jennifer:

My jeans say “curvy”

Evyl Robot:

:-P

Evyl Robot:

Instinct, would you mind me transcribing this thread to my blog? I think it would make a kick-butt blog entry!

Instinct:

Why would I mind?

And, that’s how it happened. I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did!

Good News and Bad News…

The wife and I enjoyed a lovely day at the range today. The kid shot well, and the two of us got to put a lot of lead downrange. We met quite a few people who we have talked with on the gun range forum. The more experience I gain, the greater my confidence becomes that gunnies are by and large great people.

I may have mentioned on here before that I’ve thinking of buying a Glock 26. After shooting, the three of us sat with my parents in law and chatted with another couple that we met on a previous trip to the range, while we ate lunch at the range cafe. The gentleman with whom we were speaking is a major Glock fan, and a bit of a pistolsmith. I mentioned to him that I am thinking of buying a G26. He commented that he had had one, but sold it. I asked why he decided that he didn’t want it anymore, as I’m always looking for reasons that it might not be the best use of my money. He explained that he liked his G19 more, and no longer needed his G26.

My look must have been inquisitive enough, as he was then compelled to show me his modified G21 that he was carrying. The grip frame was cut down so that it would accept the magazine for a G30! The beauty is that a slightly longer slide is easy to hide in a proper IWB holster (giving the velocity and sight radius advantage), but the long grip of a full to mid-sized combat pistol prints like crazy. With the chopped-down Glock, carrying the subcompact magazines, you get the best of both worlds. Thus today, I realized that I want a G19. And, I want to cut it down to the G26 grip length, to create the hybrid Glock 19/26:

Yup. I’m really glad that I haven’t gotten that G26 yet.

When we got home this afternoon, our son said that he’d like to ride his bike. We told him to stay close, and to be careful, but to have fun. Momentarily, he came back in the front door and announced that his bike was gone! We scoured the neighborhood together, and asked our neighbors if they had seen anything, but we wound up with few if any leads.

Our neighborhood is a safe one. We have neighbors that don’t lock their doors. Nothing has ever been stolen from our place in our decade here. The bike was parked in the driveway in front of the garage, and somebody took it. Pure and simple. I was so hopping mad! I’ve cooled down a little from it, but there’s a protective part of me that would still like to hunt down the punks that stole my kid’s bike and make them pay!

Anyway, it may be a little while longer before I can get that Glock. We may have to purchase a bike (and a lock) before that can happen. *sigh…* People suck!

BEMF – Not Science Fiction!

Usually, if you breach the subject of bio-electromagnetic fields with the layperson, they will look at you as though you just sprouted horns. But, ask around, and do a little research and you will discover that curiously strong BEMFs are not at all uncommon. Dixie Carpetbagger just wrote a fun little bit about his experiences with his BEMF, and Breda wrote about her husband’s magnetic clumsiness back in February.

Now, I’m no scientist, nor a doctor, and I have not yet taken any curriculum from MIT. But, here’s the basic skinny, as far as I understand it: All living creatures have electrochemical and electromechanical processes that are integral to their living structures. No reaction in real life may achieve 100% efficiency, ergo there will always be waste energy. Energy nor matter can be created nor destroyed in a normal reaction. The human body puts out an enormous amount of energy in various forms.

So, when you are digesting that burrito, and your system is stripping it down into usable, energy-packed molecules, and your blood goes whizzing around your body, delivering burrito molecules and oxygen molecules to all the cells of your body, your cells convert burrito and oxygen into energy that they use for the purpose of repairing damaged parts, reproducing, producing heat, fueling their specified purpose (flexing, passing impulses, etc.). There is energy released in ways that science has not yet nailed down exactly. That’s no dis to science as much as it is a hat-tip to the complexity of the human body (and its Creator, if you will).

Whether waste energy, or purposed energy, our bodies do release electromagnetic energy as well. This is usually an extremely low-level field that most people are not at all sensitive to and that leaves little or no evidence of its existance, so most people are never aware of their BEMF or its effects on the world around them. Some people though, Like Breda’s husband, Dixie Carpetbagger, my son, or me, have wild fields that follow us around like ghostly shadows, wreaking havoc on electrical devices of various sorts!

Dixie Carpetbagger says:

Or, at a lower level, Force Demagnetize. I do something similar, but less powerful (I have a very high iron content in my blood, I’m essentially a big electromagnet.) I can’t wear a wristwatch and I have to shield all of my USB thumb drives when I put them in my shirt pockets. Never zapped my credit card, though.

I was compelled to respond:

LOL! Welcome to the fold! When I was a phlebotomist, I discoverd that my hematocrit is unusually high. Most people who have this much iron in their blood are ill from it, and have to force anemia upon themselves to avoid liver poisoning and the gout. For me, if my iron count gets too low, I start feeling sluggish and fuzzy-headed.

I’ve never been able to wear a quartz watch for more than about six weeks – and that’s pushing it! When I finally switched exclusively to mechanical watches, they started lasting. I’ve got a couple of automatic watches that I need to run through the de-magnetizer, as they aren’t keeping time at the moment. Certain high-magnetic field areas make me feel dizzy or queasy: elevators, hospitals, radio towers, etc.

Have you ever tried to focus the energies in any way shape or form? When I was a mechanic, some of the other techs liked to listen to the kind of twangy country music that just drives me insane! When I eventually got tired of it and couldn’t take any more, I would just zap the radio. They would unplug it and set it aside for a while and eventually they could get it to come back on. I’ve never been able to tune an analog dial on a radio if I was within a couple feet of the antenna, and well-tuned radios tend to fuzz when I get in their proximity.

Medical magnets make my skin and joints hurt, and often leave me feeling sapped of energy. I’ve been known to ‘focus’ and release muscle knots in people’s neck, back, or shoulders with my touch. When I worked in a Ford parts warehouse, I could walk down the aisle where we kept vehicle hoods, and tell which ones were steel and which were aluminum without looking at part numbers or touching any of the boxes.

So, anyway… now that I’ve hijacked your blog… try an automatic watch. I know they’re expensive, but they will last. If you stop them, they can be demagnetized. Beyond that, do some exercises and see if you can suppress or intensify your field. If nothing else, it makes for some great party tricks!

That about sums it up, but I realize that I’ve forgotten one more little detail… Something else odd that I’ve noticed is that my body conducts electricity far more easily than most. The same goes for my son. We were once at the local science museum, where they have an exhibit that shows you how many milli-ohms of resistance your body puts up. This exhibit is basically a sensitive ohm-meter mounted behind glass, connected to two stainless steel plates at waist level. You put your hands on the plates, and it reads the electrical resistance across your armspan.

I put my hands on the plates and the needle on the gauge pegged. I said aloud, “It looks like this thing is busted. That’s a shame.” My wife then put her hands on the plates, and the needle rose to about 1/3 of the scale and floated there. I tried it again, and the needle pegged once again. I told my son to try it, and the needle on the gauge pegged, just as it did for me.

So, I decided to try a little experiment. I held my son’s hand, and instructed him to place his other hand on the one contact plate while I put my free hand on the other. Even with our bodies in series, the gauge needle pegged, just as it did with either of us alone. So, we stepped it up a notch, and placed Jenni in series between us in the circuit. The needle predictably rose to about the third of its scale, as it had done when she tried the machine on her own.

Conclusion: My son’s body, and my body seem to put up little if any electrical resistance. I’ve said to him (half-jokingly) on multiple occasions after the fact that the two of us are more likely to be struck by lightning than other people, and we’re the most likely to survive the experience. We as a practice don’t stand under tall trees in thunderstorms just for good measure. It seems like everyone who experiences this anomalous condition notices it in slightly different ways. Clearly, its an odd little thing that many people have at least heard of, but I have not been able to find much in the way of actual research on the subject.