Neanderpundit

The time for talking is over.

Shut up. Act.

There will be those who say “We have to be civilized. We have to not sink to “their” level. We have to be the adults”

Those people are more the enemy than the idiots who voted this in. Stop talking about this, stop blogging about it, and get your ass busy.

Went loaded for bear and came back nearly empty handed. Saw a few things I liked, a Savage 1907, but it had one magazine, with bent feed lips. And the guy wanted $275 out the door for it, which I felt was steep.

I also saw a ZFK 31/55. it was priced appropriately, which is to say, as much as my first five cars put together.

There were also a handful of doubles- two nice back action antiques, in 450/500 and 470/500, a Chapuis in 450, and an odd one in an odd caliber, I couldn’t read the writing on the hangtag. All of which were too rich for my blood.

So for the one I could afford and the seven or eight I couldn’t, it was a fun show to watch but not so much to buy. I did manage to get the bayonet lug for my Carbine, and I look forward to putting it on. I want a rifle with a bayonet, dammit! I would love the correctly numbered one for my Swiss rifle, but I doubt I’ll ever find that, and a non-correct one would just be no fun.

After the funshow Partner and his brother and I moved along to the Ripple. I was a little disapointed I didn’t get a chance to show Partner the turtle-threatening statue, but we hung with a couple ladies whose company greatly alleviated our disapointment.

The brewpub was as it always is, and it was fine. And the company was as well; Roberta has a liveblog up and will post more, I imagine, when she’s better rested.

On the way home, after pitstop #1 and immediately preceding pitstop #2, I remarked:

“Remember that “Holiday rap” they used to do at Players lounge in the old days?”
Partner:”I have not managed to purge it from my memory”
me:”I saw the video for that, and apparently they’re two dorky lightskinned black kids from the UK”
me:” Of course they’re black kids, what did I expect they’d be Norwegians?”
At this point the voices in my head, having chided me for my stupidity, began beating my funnybone about the head and shoulders with a club, and i laughed until; I ran out of breath and nearly swerved into a semi. I narrowly averted this disaster, which disapointed Partner severely,and now I’m home, I discover I’ve very narrowly averted a massive faux pas; the dorky kids in question are white, or as white as they’re ever going to get. It’s just kind of hard to tell from the video. Maybe I need a better montor; in any event it’s pleasing to see that brothers are not by nature that dorky, and that these ijits are from the netherlands, and not, thankfully, from Norway.