Yesterday

The Ogwife and I attended the Roe and Roeper Toys for Tots holiday show.

The band was The Ides of March, and Jim Peterik was in fine voice; I have seen him perform before and he has the most amazing boots. Last year they were lizardskin and HUGE, and this year they were mirrored and huge. I couldn’t help myself, I had to go ask: Is that just for the stage, or are his feet that big? I walked to the stage after the show and looked; sure as shit,the shoes had a crease in the vamp where the ball of his foot should be, he DOES have feet that big! Damn.

And he’s from Berwyn.

One of the very best things

about having told Dish Network to pound sand, is watching PBS again. No, I’m not a fan of the way they sell it as a religion, like owning Apple computers or driving Volkswagons, but I do like Julia Child and Jacques Pepin.

A lot of shit they did never made any sense to me but now that I’ve learned some things about the science of cooking from Alton Brown a lot of it works better. Even simple things like scrambling and poaching eggs actually make a huge amount of sense now. And Jacques and Julia are so good together, and he is still doing it. I can’t fault anyone who likes to make and eat good food. Well, not for THAT, anyway.

This

has been one of those mornings when I roll my chair over in front of the gun cabinet and just bask in the glow of those firearms. The M1 carbine, the Win94, the Marlin. I fix the bayonet on the K31. I do the same for the M1 carbine. (I’m still waiting for an M9 for the AR). I check to see that the screw on caps on Ma Bell are tight, and I take the backhoe out of it’s case, assemble it, and lay it on my lap.

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