Neanderpundit

for a man to like the smell of his own body odor?

I mean, not like as in “have a cologne made”, I mean like as in, take off a tshirt after a hard day’s work and sniff it and say “it’s good to be a man”.

It’s called a “turn signal” Actually, it’s a “turn signal switch”. The actual turn signals are on the outside of the vehicle, where other people can see them. The “turn signal switch” controls these signals, and it allows other people to know when you are about to turn, or change lanes, for instance- it’s almost as if THEY CAN READ YOUR MIND! You must co-operate, though, for this to happen. Now here are some instructions for you, lest you become confused.

If you are turning left, push the little lever down. It will click into position and a little light on your dashboard will begin to flash. DON’T PANIC! this is just a little light to show you the whole system is working. And when you have made your turn, the switch will TURN ITSELF OFF AGAIN AUTOMATICALLY!!! It’s as if it were MAGIC!

Now. The hard part. If you are turning right, push the little lever UP. It will click into position and a little light on your dashboard will begin to flash. DON’T PANIC! this is just a little light to show you the whole system is working. And when you have made your turn, the switch will TURN ITSELF OFF AGAIN AUTOMATICALLY!!! It’s as if it were MAGIC!

Now, remember- Left, down. Right, up.

Please print this out and put it on every car you see. Don’t worry about offending anyone. the three people who know this, in north America, are also in on it.

Having failed utterly to make contact with Bambi via the compound, I figured I’d at least check the aim on the Marlin to see if I could repeatably put the lead where I pointed the damned thing. So friday I spent some time at Kingsbury’s rage- which I can highly reccomend- though it’s a $4 range fee, it’s a nice and professionally run range.

Turns out I can hit what I point it at.

The first is the 20 yard target, just a bunch of shots trying to get the thing to print. The middle target is at 25 yards- a couple taps here and there on the back sight and I had it.

The last target is at 50 yards. A couple fliers as I got used to the sights, and then three right in the red.

So I spent a couple hours sitting in a field. Sleety snow pouring down on me- though I was snugged up fine. My Jon-E handwarmer kept me from freezing- though my tootsies could have used a bit of help. More socks next time, I guess. I was ready. I had good equipment. My equipment worked- in fact, worked just fine. And now I just need Bambi to show up for his appointment.

I can’t wait to use this to shoot a deer. Considering it was a rusty pile of crap when I got it, and I turned it into a nice, elegant, useful lever action, the correct caliber, and I can shoot it… Good feeling.