7/10/14

I saw a video of somecrazy-assed dude going off on a rant the other day on G4 TV’s “Web Soup.”  What they showed was a very edited-for-television version!  That guy was one wacked-out nutjob!  My favorite bit was the names of the two record companies: “Bella Mafia Quackafella Records Incorporated by Rhyme Syndicate, Three Yellow Men’s Trillionaire Club,” and “Butt Nekkid Wunda, Big Brutha Thunda, and The Masta Blasta.”  I want to start answering my phone, “Bella Mafia Quackafella Records Incorporated by Rhyme Syndicate, Three Yellow Men’s Trillionaire Club… Butt Nekkid Wunda, Big Brutha Thunda, and The Masta Blasta speaking.”  I might go change my voice mail to that right quick!  Or not.  We’ll see.  Anyhoo, I was thinking just how hard it is to come up with a truly crazy-assed rant on the fly.  It’s tough.  I can’t do it.  Or can I?  Of course this seems sane and rational to me, I’m writing it.  It might be just as off the wall and wacked out as that crack-head’s rant.  Hmm, interesting.  So, I’m sitting here in an online/telephone meeting.  Apparently one of the attendees is working from home today and his kid is banging on a piano in the background.  It sounds more like they are having a lesson or practicing than just pounding on the keys.  It is kind of funny, in a schadenfreude kind of way, in that I can imagine the offending party being mortally embarrassed by the unprofessional nature of the situation.  Oh, now someone walked passed wherever someone is working, whistling a jaunty tune.  What fun!  Well, the meeting has now ended and I’m sitting here at my desk in relative silence.  Before I had this job, I couldn’t sit somewhere in silence and work.  I always had to have music or something playing.  For thirteen years now I have been sitting at this desk listening to just the hum of the projectors and muffled roar of the air handler equipment without a second’s thought about it.  Now that the structured din of the meeting is over I’m… no, wait.  Ok, I seem to be over my noise withdrawal and am once again fine with the usual sounds of my office.  And now I can’t think of anything else to say.  Ok, I’ve got something.  I have been thinking about “Open Carry” since it appears as though that is going to be a thing here in Texas before long.  I’m all for it, but I’m not sure just how often I will participate.  Sure, at the shop I will probably rotate through all of the various and sun dried pistols in open carry rigs, but dining out with mom will probably remain a concealed carry event.  Although, the Bersa Thunder CC and/or the little .38 special revolver in small holsters wouldn’t be too visible.  The one which will be visible, intentionally, will be the Pimp Gun!  I might have to see if I can find some kind of holster which really shows off that flashy-assed hog-leg in style.  Of course the polished aluminum frame, stainless slide, and faux pearl grips will show even in a regular holster so I might not need anything new.  We’ll see.  That will be my go-to gun for fancy-dress special occasions.  Sark will probably become my first choice for open carry… fifteen rounds of .45 ACP!  Hell’s yeah!  The one thing I have against that gun is that it does not have a de-cocker.  Sure, it will fire double-action from a lowered hammer, but Juan has to manually lower said hammer, on a loaded chamber, to carry with one in the pipe.  Carrying a 1911 has the same issue for me except that by being single action only, you either have to rack the slide or cock the hammer before that gun can be used… unless carried “Condition One.”  “Condition One,” by the way, is a round in the chamber, hammer cocked, and safety on.  I don’t trust the safety to prevent a negligent discharge with a 1911.  Sorry Mr. Browning, it is one fine weapon other than that one little niggle… well, and relatively low ammo capacity.  But there is the argument that if you can’t stop them with eight rounds of .45 ACP, you might have bigger problems… like nine attackers perhaps?  But I digress… I think.  What was I talking about?  Oh, right.  Open carry.  Yeah, I could see myself OC’ing a 1911 since the holster I have for it holds two spare magazines giving me a total capacity of 21 rounds… if I don’t carry “C1,” 22 if I do.  Then again, with one spare magazine for Sark I’ve got 29 rounds… because I WOULD carry that one with one in the pipe, just not “C1.”  Then there’s the Pimp Gun which gives a total round count of 41 when carried hot with a spare mag… but it is “only” a 9mm.  Yeah, that’s right, the Pimp Gun has 20 round magazines… and looks like a Pimp Gun!  Well, I have to go help one of the most beautiful women at the railroad get set up for a meeting.  Wouldn’t want to be late for that.  I’ll try to have something to say tomorrow, but don’t hold your breath.