Neanderpundit

I blogrolled you because i like to read what you write. I use about six different computers during the day, several of which are old dogs.

Your blog may have the most awesome graphics and the ads make you wads of cash, but if it takes more than ten seconds to load on my slowest computer im just not going to visit that often.

Alger recently proved that it is possible to have an attractive blog that doesnt take forever to load. If your words dont stand on their own without pretty graphics to support them, at least cut down the post count displayed on the front page or back off the fucking ads some. Not everyone has a superfast computer, not everyone has a big data pipe.

Nappanee is probably the nicest show for collectors. Doubly so this time of this year because of the dearth of black guns. See, nobody was lining up around the block to buy old Colt/Sauer Drillngs, or Iver Johnson Champions missing forends and classic BB guns.

I love going to the show. I met with an old gentleman there who always brings a pile of pocketwatches to show. He examined my dad’s South Bend and reccomended a good place to have it serviced, and partner bought a sweet, sweet Rock-ola M1 carbine.

Oh, how I envy him, and how jealous I am of his lovely lovely M1 carbine. I mean, I have my own, and I love shooting it, but Dayum is this thing FINE. The stock is very nice, and appears to have all the right cartouches, and the individual parts are all Rock Ola (except, the dealer says, the mag release, which has been replaced) (and is easy enough to locate, if it becomes an issue.)

I always kinda lusted after the M1, and I was so pleased when i got mine. But to have one of the first production run Rock-Olas, made by the same guy to make the jukeboxes? I think he should get an old Rock-Ola Jukebox like this, and just keep the carbine loaded, leaning against it.

“Say hello to my little friend. We gonna play a song for you!”

Sadly, we only had time for a few pounds of bacon and brief conversation with Mr B and Company prior to the Gunshow Feeding Frenzy, but we’re making plans to enjoy ther company next weekend.

Yeah, riiiight. How the fuck did I get on Apples email list?

See, here’s the thing. No.

Gates may be selling a half made man in Win8, but he’s not selling you salvation for your soul. I’m boggled by the number of people who, if you suggested there was such a thing as a supreme being, would look at you like you had a 6″ horn growing out of your ear, but will queue up to kneel at the altar of Jobs.

Very early this morning I was watching a TV progam on the development of the Apollo Guidance Computer by MIT, and the clusterfuck it almost was. These fuckers wrote ROM by spooling wire-wrap wire through little ferrite cores. (This came to be called the LOL or “Little Old Lady” method) RAM was another set of ferrite cores with wire.

The boys at MIT were heading off in all directions with this, apparently, until NASA shipped in Bill Tindall. He was apparently the right man for the job. The TV show made mention of his Tindallgrams which I haven’t thought about in years, but apparently they’re all available to see now. Ought to translate the PDF for my Kindle.