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Wednesday, July 13, 2011

July 13, 2011

Well, Fifi and Ms. Clio both have new windshields. I drove mom’s car yesterday so that Safe Lite could come to the house and change both of them at one time. I'm not sure if I got a discount or not, but whatever. So, why didn't y'all get a rant yesterday? Well, it’s like this. Monday evening the intergooglewebs pissed me off again. I tossed the laptop into the closet, literally, and came to work without it. I was prepared to just have inter-access at work. I was ready to say to people, John and Tony to be precise, “Nope, I didn’t get that e-mail. I don't have that at the house any more.” I almost disconnected the wireless thingy under mom’s computer just to be sure. Well last night, when I dug the laptop out of the closet to enter more gun information into that spreadsheet, I decided to see if it would hit the Disinformation Super Speed Bump. It did. Damn. But one of these days, I'm just going to stop being on-web and give the shit up. I'm not going to announce it any more because every time so far I've had to come back. Nope, when it happens I'll just disappear from here, never to be heard from again. OK, having said all of that... Hmm, I got nothin’. Oh, as is noted in the comments, Chuckles has the right movie reference, but how does that relate to my 1911? By the way, the movie reference is “Blazing Saddles.” OK, the gun is a Rock Island, right? It is, don't worry about it. I can't see or hear a phrase “Rock anything” without thinking of “Rock Ridge,” which is the name of the town in “Blazing Saddles.” So, any time I'm asked what make my 1911 is, I say, “Rock Ridge.” “Sure, that’s obvious,” you say. “But where does ‘Hedley LaMarr’ fit in to that?” Well, Harvey Korman’s character in the movie is called Hedley LaMarr. The running joke is that everyone calls him “Heddy LaMarr,” prompting the reply Chuck did quoth. Hedley LaMarr is behind the plot to run the good folk of Rock Ridge out of town so he can buy the land for the railroad. And that, gentle readers, is why my Rock Ridge 1911 is called Hedley LaMarr. Speaking of which, I stopped off at Blood Bath & Beyond for some ammo, a spare magazine, and an ammo storage box for it. I bought regular ball ammo, like I said I would, and it loads and feeds fine. I guess I'll see if my reloader guy will take the hollow points back or trade me for some ball ammo in .45 ACP at the next show. If not, well, I guess I'll either have to buy a .45 ACP revolver or give this ammo to Larry, who already has one. Yeah, I'd get off cheaper giving the ammo away. I'll probably do just that. So, I get a call from John yesterday asking if I would drive him to look at a car. We did. I'm not sure how public the information is so I'll just leave it at, it was a cool car in need of reassembly (mainly trim stuff though) and paint. Oh, and it was dirt cheap. John was afeared I would buy it out from under him but I really don't need another project... cool though this would be. Not to mention I've always wanted one of these. Well, maybe not “always,” but for some time now. Well, that’s about all I have for today. Maybe I'll talk to y'all again tomorrow... if you’re lucky!

2 Comments:

Blogger Chuck said...

Land, land... "Land: see Snatch."
--Hedley Lamarr

12:06 AM  
Blogger Harry Paratestes said...

"You use your tongue pertier than a twenty dollar whore."
--Taggart

6:51 AM  

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