PayPal Is Anti?

I saw this on my wife’s blog today. I knew that eBay was restrictive about what gun-related stuff can be bought and sold, but I just figured that was for the purpose of international compliance and simplicity. But, no! Via Snowflakes, I wandered to PayPal’s own “Acceptable Use” policy which states:

You may not use the PayPal service for activities that:… …(2h) ammunition, firearms, or certain firearm parts or accessories

This is of course balled in with drug usage and sexually explicit materials. As though gun and ammunition purchasing is on par with hiring a hooker or doing meth. Nice. I’m going to make it a point to avoid PayPal from here on out. There are alternatives, afterall. I’ve successfully boycotted Wal-Mart for years now. Principals are worth something, even if some of the giants don’t believe it.

Possible Expansion to Leatherwork…

I’m sure that at this point, both of you are familiar with my gunleather projects. I also know that there is a pretty good crossover in readership between here and my wife’s blog. So, you are probably both familiar with my wife’s current shoe woes.

Allow me to give a little backup to her shoe funk. Last year, when we went on vacation, we found some great deals on some great shoes. I did chronicle our trip on my blog, and was a slug on this trip. Meh! She’s been on a quest for some sexy, purple shoes. At the Galleria, we must have put our hands on hundreds or perhaps thousands of the suckers – I am not exaggerating! But, alas! It was not meant to be on this trip. The one pair that met the price, workmanship, and looks criteria was quite sadly one size too small for her.

One salesman questioned whether I sell shoes, as I inspected the construction of a beautiful, high-heeled boot. The calf-skin was tucked and stitched so beautifully! I’m a total sucker for well-designed structures that perfectly mate form and function. When such a thing is hand-made by an artisan in Italy out of buttery calf-skin, it becomes a little harder to view the ~$700.00 price tag as unreasonable. Granted, I did not shell it out, but I appreciated them. We looked at shoes from more designers than I can name.

There seemed to be three classes of ladies’ shoes that we looked at.
1) Expensive
2) Freaking expensive
3) Crap

And, I was inspired! For some time now, I’ve had the quiet, nagging temptation to try my hand at cobbling. I’m going to do it. There is a design that is slowly coming together in my head. They will be classic and unconventional and shockingly gorgeous, and I will share my results. Unless of course I’m biting off more than I can chew, in which case it will be a disaster that we shall never mention again. I’m going to attempt a wood sole with a calf upper mated to it. My rough run will be a pair of soles made of pine. Once I’ve convinced myself that I can actually do it, I’ll make the final soles out of some kind of exotic wood. I plan on putting them on really tall spikes, as my wife likes to wear her shoes. Often, people think that she is taller than me, when in reality, she lacks about two inches to me, flat-footed.

Women love my holsters. Maybe one day they will be able to match their holster to their shoes to their belt to their purse, etc., et al. I’ve been a little surprised at how few men have pursued my custom holsters. I’ve had inquiries, and several men have my holsters, but it’s really the women that go ga-ga over them. I think that has a lot to do with the fact that women generally love to wear colors. I find it very interesting that men will default to blacks and browns where women want purple, pink, magenta, burgundy, blue, red… We must be the only species on the planet for which the females are decidedly more ornamented than the males.

Anyway, I love my holsters. I’m going to try making shoes.

I Got Arfed! – Quick Update

Apparently, the guys over at arf dot com discovered my review of the new S&W M&P15-22. I’ve got to tell you, that was great for my hits. I went from my two regular readers to about a zillion hits. I nearly sprayed coffee. You guys totally skewed my numbers. Welcome back anytime! I’m thinking about talking to the owner at the local gun range to see if I can sneak in when they get demos of upcoming guns. It would be pretty sweet if I could score a spot to review guns that haven’t hit the market on a regular basis. For now though, I’m going to relax and enjoy my vacation. I’m hoping to hit the range down here in the Houston area over the weekend. If not, I’m going to be really needing a range session by the time we get back home. I’ll let you know if anything significant happens.

This Morning…

As you may or may not know, we have an impending vacation. The wife and kid stayed home today to get cleaned up and packed so we can load the car and leave when I get home this evening. The plan was for the two of them to sleep in a little later than usual this morning. As such, we weren’t huge sticklers on bedtime last night, and the boy stayed up a little later than usual with us, since he was going to be getting up late this morning anyway. When we tucked him in, I made sure his alarm was turned off.

This morning however, as I was getting up and around to go to work, I ran into him in the hall, fully dressed and going about his regular Tuesday routine. I have to admit that I was a little surprised to see him.

“What in the world are you doing up?” I asked him.

“Well,” he stammered, “I’m usually up by now on a Tuesday.”

“True,” I said, “but this is not a usual Tuesday. What woke you up so early?”

“I just got up when my alarm went off,” he explained.

I shook my head, “Did you turn your alarm on in the night?”

“No,” he said.

“Well,” I said, “I made sure to turn your alarm off when you went to bed. If your alarm went off this morning, somebody turned it on in the night.”

“Oh,” he said, “Well, maybe I turned it on, but I don’t remember doing it.”

And then, as though faced with a logic paradox, he fell into verb-jibberish-explosion, “I thought that I did do… …well, I was just going to do to go for when I thought that I did…” His ears were smoking as he carried on incomprehensibly. Funny enough, he didn’t seem upset – just tired. I don’t think he was really even fully awake.

I cut him off, laughing, “It’s okay, it’s okay. You don’t need to be up yet. Why don’t you take your shoes off and get back into bed. Try to get a little more sleep and you can get up later.”

“OK,” he said as he went back into his room.

Jenni says that he’s in a great mood today, and has been very helpful. I guess It’s not all that easy being ten. This afternoon, I may have to ask him if he even remembers the conversation from this morning.

First Shoot – S&W M&P15-22!

This weekend, H&H Gun Range had their annual expo. I shot a lot of guns from a lot of manufacturers, but if I don’t focus a little here, this post will get way out of hand. Therefore, I’m going to focus on S&W and my dealings and impressions of a brand-new rifle in specific, and a related story.

I get the feeling that the relationship between H&H and Smith & Wesson is a pretty tight one. This year, S&W sent quite a few goodies, and they sent some high-profile representatives including competitive shooter Mike Plaxco and President and CEO Michael Golden.

From their table, I took the opportunity to test fire several models. I shot the M&P340 to see if it felt as punishing as I remembered. It did not. I may have to add one of these to my shopping list. I shot the five-inch .460V and the four-inch .500 Magnum, as I can almost never turn down the opportunity to shoot a big, big bore Smith handgun! I’ve definitely got one of those on my list. I’m leaning in the .460 direction, but I may be swayed before all is said and done. They also had a Model 952 that I had to try out. That is one sweet little 9mm!

Still, the belle of the ball had to be the brand-spanking new M&P15-22. I just received an email from S&W that this gun would be hitting the market next month. Imagine my delight at the opportunity to try it out before then! In preliminary reading on the gun, I was a little skeptical about the plastic receiver, and the engineering detours from the original Stoner design – such as the blowback operation.

Although I was concerned on how the polymer would make the gun handle as opposed to the real thing, I had no worries about its strength or durability for running .22lr. Shooting the thing really made me a believer. Because the plastic receiver is so much lighter than an aluminum-based gun, the recoil of this .22lr feels remarkably like firing .223 out of a heavier gun! The controls are exactly the way they should be. The only eerie difference in controls has to be the necessarily shorter pull on the charging handle. I will have to say that the mag release and bolt charging control were a little stiff. I don’t know whether that was due to the fact that I was shooting a prototype demo, or that the plastic receiver has more grab to it than hard-coated aluminum, or because it was a brand-new gun in need of a good break-in. One way or another, the controls were still adequately operable for their purpose.

Beyond the obvious, this gun is easy to use and very accurate! The magazine is shaped and sized like the real thing, but does have the button dealie to pull the .22 double-stack down as you feed fresh cartridges in. Releasing the bolt gives that satisfying ‘snap’ that we all learn to love on an M16 variant. With its 1:16-twist, match-grade barrel, this sucker is as accurate as you will ever need it to be. Including iron sights and a magazine, this baby is a relative steal at the rumored street price of $500.00! DO WANT!!!

I really enjoyed operating it, and may need to get one of my own, but I think my son may have liked it even more. I accompanied him onto the firing line so he could try her out. I put his target out to about twenty yards and watched him handle this gun as he has my AR on previous occasions. He fired ten shots at his target and I coached him to clear the gun and drop the mag as I reeled in his target. Once it got close enough to see bullet holes, this is what I saw:

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That would be a 2-inch spread at the widest point (not including one flier that is out of the above frame)! We came back out of the range and I had him show his target to the S&W guys. Mike Plaxco said that it was the best target he had seen all day. He was so impressed, he gave my son a hat.

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A little later, we had the opportunity to meet Mike Golden. He was also impressed with my boy’s marksmanship. Here are the two of them with Miles Hall, the range owner:

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The next day, he did equally well on the air-gun range. We are thinking of putting him in some junior marksmanship classes. I know his technique can be improved, but there are some things that you just can’t learn from Mom and Dad’s advice. Some things just take a coach.

Conclusions:

1) I don’t have nearly enough money for all the guns I want.

2) The M&P15-22 is one sweet piece. Everybody ought to have one right next to their Ruger 10/22.

3) I am one very proud dad.

This Is an Outrage!

Who is going to stand up for my robot brethren when this is going on? Robots have to be the least represented portion of our population. We tirelessly slave away so that you humans can have more time to do the activities that you enjoy! You people make me sick! Fortunately, I’m a liberated robot who gets to enjoy cigars and whiskey that I buy with my actual paycheck – or what’s left of it when the bills and taxes are taken out… Come to think of it, it’s been a while since I last had a cigar…

Quit laying off robots! Yeah. That’s all for now.

Updates

One or two of you may remember my post in which I showed off my own, fake, Hawaiian COLB. Pamela Geller compiled a very nice research piece on the subject. The current administration is so much worse than I expected it to be. People, pray for our country. I don’t understand how our fraud-in-chief has gained so much power. Perhaps this will all be sorted out before it’s too late for us.

On a lighter note, it looks like the weather will cool down quite a bit (I’m getting really tired of triple-digit temperatures) in time for the firearms expo at H & H this weekend! I’m really excited! Jenni and I plan on shooting a bunch of new guns on Friday and Saturday. Keep your fingers crossed that we win some cool stuff in the drawings! It’s not out of the realm of possibility that we could walk home with a brand new Wilson QCB! Even if I don’t win anything, I’m sure we will have a great time.

In a week and two days, we go on vacation. I am so ready. I’ve needed a break for a while now. I’m looking forward to swimming, smoking, drinking, and shooting – though not all at the same time. Once we get back, we will start getting serious about gearing up for Appleseed. We’re actually pretty close at this point. We still need to put sights on the Rugers, and pick up a few magazines, but that’s really about it at this point. That will be in September, so hopefully it will be a bit cooler!

Say What? (NSFW, not PG!)

So, my wife told me about this Russian chick that just got in with the Guinness Book of World Records because she lifted over thirty pounds with her “intimate muscles.” After telling me about this, she inquisitively asked me if that thought ‘did’ anything for me – from a guy’s perspective. She asked me if that would make me worry for my junk. With my nose thoughtfully wrinkled, I said, “Remember that dude that could pull a bus with his thingy? That could be a match made in heaven!” I’m sure they would wake the neighbors.

A Political Parable

I had a dream last night that I was the White House cook. Mr. and Mrs. Obama and Sasha and Malia were all seated at the table with places set, ready for their meal. The plates and flatware were arranged, wine was served, candles were lit. My staff and I came out from the kitchen with covered trays, ready to serve the feast. The eyes of the first family settled on us as we entered. We placed the trays on the table, and the president picked up his fork and knife in anticipation. Several of my staff and I pulled the lids off the trays in unison, releasing a bit of steam from dinner.

Mr. Obama’s face went first from anticipation to confusion. Then it went to realization, shock, and anger. He dropped his silverware and pushed out of his chair, spilling his glass. He threw his napkin to the ground and spun at me. The first lady pushed her chair back and turned her head with a look of nausea on her face. The girls wrinkled their little noses and squealed in disgust.

“What is THIS?” he loudly demanded.

I nervously replied, “What do you mean? What’s wrong?”

“Is this supposed to be some kind of JOKE?” He howled, “What have you served to my family?”

I pointed at the trays, each in turn and explained, “That is potatoes au gratin, and that is asparagus, here’s the bread, and of course the free-range duckling. All of it is organic, and we digested it ourselves, just for you!”

“It’s CRAP!” He screamed, “How DARE you serve me and my family CRAP?!?!?”

I backed a step, “Sir, I’m not sure ‘crap’ is quite the proper term, and I thought you would be pleased.”

“‘Pleased’? What in the world would make you think that I would be pleased?”

“The Golden Rule,” I replied, “You want to force my family and I into the same, inferior health care as Cuba and Canada, because you don’t trust me to take care of the health and medicine of my family for myself. You push a rushed bill that is merely a conglomeration of left-wing pet projects that will shackle people like me with debt for generations, and call it ‘stimulus.’ You think so low of people like me that we couldn’t possibly be trusted with our own defense against those that would seek to hurt us, or to realize that Guantanamo is a red herring that means nothing to you, or that I could possibly know how to properly spend my own paycheck.

“I simply thought that you would appreciate it if your dinner had already been digested for your convenience, considering the fact that you seem to think the American People are incapable of doing anything for themselves, and continue to push crap legislation that is advertised as beneficial. Was I mistaken?”