11/22/13

I was beginning to wonder if a “Dr. Whut” bashing rant would ever get posted.  I also was not as correct as I could have been when I said that there was to be a “behind the scenes” movie on Tuesday night.  Apparently it will be on… some other night.  I'm not sure when that will be.  It doesn’t really matter, I'll watch it if I happen to stumble across it but I'm not going to search it out.  So, what else is new?  Well, the 33 round magazines for the Kel-Tec Sub2000 arrived the other day.  I'll probably take that guy out and shoot it some over the two weeks I'm off for vacation.  I've moved the optic magnifier I bought last weekend from the Hebrew Hammer to the 7.62x39 Saiga and ordered the proper magnifier for the Hebrew Hammer.  I also did a spreadsheet to calculate just how much money I have tied up in each individual gun and a running total for all of them.  This I should not have done.  I'm not going to say how much I have tied up in guns, but it suffices to say that it is more than I paid for my first new car.  Of course my first new car was bought in 1985 so we’re also not talking $20,000.00 or anything.  So, what else?  Oh, with the weather turning all shitty, and The Seven’s battery still dead, I don’t think I'm going to go to the Motorsport Ranch tomorrow after all.  And I can't take Fiona because I'm not even sure I'm going to make it to a gas station to fill that car up.  See, yesterday I calculated that the gas would run out just as I pulled into the station at Chapel Creek and I-30 “on the way” home from work.  I pulled in and noticed a couple rice-boys in a hot rod Honduh put $3.00 in their tank and drove off.  I almost went over with my credit card and said, “For fuck’s sake!  Fill the damned tank!” but didn’t.  I'm glad too, because I now know why they left with so little fuel.  After standing there for ten minutes or so, I looked at my pump… it had flowed just over a gallon of fuel into the tank!  I released the latch thingy on the handle and reset it at full speed again… it was just trickling into the car.  The numbers were literally changing one cent per two seconds!  I am not exaggerating either, one cent per two seconds.  The car holds over sixty dollars’ worth of gas.  At that rate, it would have taken three hours and twenty minutes to fill up!  Three mother fucking hours and twenty mother fucking minutes!  I stopped at six dollars and twenty five cents after twenty minutes.  It wasn’t even thirty miles’ worth of gas!  The “Range” light was still flashing when I got in to go home.  So I shuffled Fifi and Fiona and drove the truck to work today.  I guess I'll fill a Jerry can and dump some gasoline into Fiona sometime over the weekend so’s I can drive it to a gas station.  I'm not very happy about that.  What I am happy about is the fact that I saw “Sharknado” yesterday.  Possibly the worst movie ever… beating out even “Plan 9 From Outer Space.”  The acting was bad.  The effects were worse.  And the story was “Doctor Who” ludicrous… it was Who-dicrous!  But, any movie which kills off “Cousin Oliver” from the “Brady Bunch” gets a thumbs-up in my book.  It might be my new favorite movie.  I was sad to see the father from the “Home Alone” movies get killed.  I was even sadder to see Tara Reid’s character NOT get killed.  What a cunt.  See the film and you’ll know what I mean.  I can't wait for “Sharknado II” to come out.  Can the sophomore entry beat the debut for sheer awfulness?  We shall see.  Will it become a franchise?  We can only hope.  Will the awful cunt played by Tara Reid finally get snuffed?  If there is a Merciful Flying Spaghetti Monster, she will!  And on that note, I think I'll call it a rant.  I'll be off for the next two weeks so don’t look for any rants… well, feel free to look, but don’t be surprised if there aren’t any new ones for a bit… sort of thing.