Neanderpundit

Christ, Life really is a Fellini movie, sometimes.

Harvey. Grau. Contagion. One of the joes. Another guy whose name I disremember. And myself. We all went to the Buffalo range. We blowded stuff up.

Something about the sound of full auto weapons fire.

Last night I dreamed that I went to the range and they had added a swimming pool where the retention pond is now. It was covered, and as I drove by, there were 120 clones of Kathy Bates synchronized swimming to the velvet tones of Tiny Tim singing “dream a little ream of you”.

Then I get to the range today, and meet the aforementioned people, and discover that in a twist of fate too large to be measured, their real life names are all Biff Torkelson.

Anyway, this was stress releief turned up to thirty eight. I shot the K31, a lot. I loved it, a lot. If I had to choose between shooting that rifle all day, and getting a handjob from a midget… well, I might want to see the midget first. No, I’d rather shoot the rifle, for sure. Anyway, if you missed it, you suck. Get your ass ready for next year, starting now.

that dinner last night was great, but I didn’t get to EAT any.

Not much on the meny good for me there, so I abstained.

Still.

Stopped on the way home and had a piece of pound cake so my blood sugar didn’t go to hell.