10 Percent Bigger

Back ... sorta

2011-01-03T08:38:00.003-06:00

Lots of stuff going on. Picked up the camera again. At least partially. Have two projects I'm working on. The first is a play on the Quien es mas macho idea. It involves people in every day activities wearing luchador masks. The second is a shot of the cedar trees decorated to look like Christmas trees. Every year people decorate along the road I drive to work everyday. However, often times the decorations are left up well past when they should, and they look ragged. I'm feeling tattered and ragged right now though, so it fits. Hopefully I won't walk away from this project.

Tattooing is ongoing. Just working on the shading. JiuJitsu is a constant. I use it as an escape. At that moment, during those 90 minutes nothing else matters. Work may suck and life might be a drag, but it all goes away for that time period. Sometimes we all need an escape. I know I have more to say, but sometimes my inner monologue needs to stay inner.

More ink work and some vacation

2010-07-02T09:34:00.005-05:00

The 3-4 hours of tattoo work I was expecting turned into 7 hours. Finished the sujibori (outline), but the last 5 minutes was bruta. If anyone ever tells you tattoos don't hurt, punch them square in the junk cause they are liars. No more work scheduled til September-ish. In slightly less then two week we leave for Europe. Flying into Copenhagen then catching the boat to cruise the Baltic (with a side trip to Moscow). Should be a fun trip, although traipsing through a bunch of foreign places without even a pocket knife makes me a bit nervous. Especially with my Grandmother-in-law in tow. She tends to make more enemies then friends, on a daily basis. Oh well, if you hear about an ugly international incident in the Baltic region know it was probably me. Be prepared to "send lawyers, guns, & money." Not necessarily in that order.

No pics this time, a combo of me not taking any, and NSFW complaints about the last set. Come on, it didn't show any crack.

Reading through this one, it looks like my ADD is firing a bit, cause I'm all over the place.

Tattoo update - 4 more hours

2010-06-07T08:20:00.003-05:00

A quick update to show the most recent work. More work on the left leg and detail added on the glute. Another session this Friday, to complete the right leg & glute (I think).

Crappy photography abounds, but you try shooting detailed pictures of your ass. =)

Time keeps on slipping into the future ...

2010-04-22T22:04:00.005-05:00

A quick update for my reader. Work has been all kinds of busy. My quota keeps going up, my territory grows, and I keep meeting and exceeding. May have worked myself into a pickle however, as the boss told me he couldn't afford to promote me (at least for 6 months). WTF Mate.

In other news, I have continued to get tattoos. Started my back-piece a week ago. Sat for a 10 hour session. Ouch seems inadequate. Goes from just above my shoulder blades to just below my err Glutes. Still have 2-3 hours of line work left then we can start shading. Below is the in progress picture. Still need to shoot some new pics, and try to come up with a way to show the whole thing without subjecting anyone to graph pictures of my rear. By the way, tattooing the lower lumbar/sacrum area was an experience I won't soon forget.

Not the only predator in the forest

2009-12-30T14:43:00.003-06:00

Sitting under the tree watching the bucks play is a great way to pass the morning. I wasn't hunting deer, but rather hogs. They had been tearing up the place. Literally. A hog wallow under the deer feeder, a spot 30 feet across near the road. Pasture land that is needed to sustain cattle looks like someone went after it with a tiller.

This particular hunt I didn't see any hogs, but I had settled into a nice spot and didn't feel like heading back to the house yet. The sun was warm, cutting the chill from early morning. I had setup downwind of the feeder, and watched with no small interest as first the does and then several bucks headed from their bedding area out to a corn feeder. As they approached a particular area, they would also flash the white tail and get skittish. Circling almost all the way around to my side. Nearly getting my scent, but at the last second heading back towards the feeder. A bachelor group of bucks comes crashing through the woods from the East without a care in the world. Making enough noise to spook the button buck and doe eating on the far south side of the feeder.

Oblivious to my presence, they head up to the feeder. One particular clump of brush has their attention. The Alpha in the group refuses to give ground. A stomp then a loud chuff show his displeasure. Several more steps then another chuff. Finally, a lanky bobcat struts from the brush. He isn't in a hurry, and like me, he isn't after venison. He trots off to the East, like only a cat can do. No rabbits or coons today, but he has other spots to hunt.

It's good to remember, that you aren't the only predator at the feeder.

Huh, What?!?

2009-11-24T22:11:00.002-06:00

Been away awhile. No good excuses, or fantastic stories of Smelly Pirate Hookers, just didn't feel like writing. It happens. As should be expected, life continues to roll. This one is a story of caution.

At the ripe old age of 34, I was told I am a candidate for hearing aids. Joy! Well, not really joy, but there is good news (at the end of the post). Apparently years of Shooting, Rock & Roll, and a bit o' time working in loud plants can hurt your hearing. Especially if you don't wear hearing protection. Like most kids/teenagers, I was convinced I was bullet proof. As I grew older, I saw the error of my ways. More specifically I heard the error of my ways in the form of Tinnitus.

People hear Tinnitus differently, mine is an always present high pitched ring that sounds like feedback from a microphone, while others associate it with crickets, or even a low hum. There isn't a cure for it. It's always present. Most times I can tune it out, but night is the worst. I have to sleep with a fan or some other white noise to drown out the ring. In reality it sounds worse then it really is (no pun intended).

Now, the good news. I'm not a lost cause. I don't need the hearing aids just yet. As I age, and my hearing goes into the expected decline I most likely will need them all the time, but the loss I currently suffer mainly impacts speech with background noise. I can recognize that something has been said, but the words don't register (women's voices particularly - because of the frequency). One on one it doesn't have much impact, but in an area with background noise, I will probably have to request something be repeated, especially if I'm not looking at you.

So, what can you do to protect your hearing? Easy! wear hearing protection! When I shoot indoors I wear both plugs and muffs. I picked up a cool set of Peltor hearing muffs, that allow you to hear regularly, but cut out at higher decibel levels. If I go to a concert (rare, but it does happen on occasion), I picked up a set of in ear plugs. They are almost invisible, and allow you to hear regular conversation but block harmful noise. Next on my list is to replace the custom plugs I lost (should be $60 or so at the gun show). $60 custom molded plugs, and $100 Peltors are cheap when you consider the hearing aids I'm looking at run about $3000 an ear.

What motivates

2009-09-03T19:50:00.003-05:00

Roughly two weeks ago, I had an interesting interaction with my CF coach. During a particularly tough workout, I was behind. I had just toughed out my last exercise, and was spent. He announced 44 seconds to go. I knew that I wouldn't be able to finish the set, so I grabbed my water instead of making a vain attempt at trying to (usually poorly) try to finish a couple of the exercises. He tried the guilt routine. I don't respond well to the guilt routine.

Him -
"You are going to just quit with 40 seconds left?!?"

Me -
"Yep."

Him -
"Wow?!?"

Fast forward to Tuesday, another grueling workout (notice a pattern here?). One of the guys in the gym is a yeller. Screaming and roaring in the gym to "FINISH STRONG!" and "BANG IT OUT!" His screaming actually decreased my speed, because I was annoyed rather then inspired.

Early in my sales career, I realized that not everyone is motivated the same way. Unfortunately, not everyone has figured that out. So how do you broach that subject, especially with someone like a trainer? A quiet word of encouragement is much better for me then screaming. A calm "Come on, give us one more." will often yield more results with me then any attempt at provocation or embarrassment.

It is an interesting problem, and frankly one that I don't have an answer for. So what is the best way to motivate you?

An interesting conversation

2009-08-30T16:39:00.003-05:00

Thursday, after torturing me for a bit, my Crossfit Coach and I started talking about Martial Arts. It crossed over into religion a bit, but my general idea was that Martial Arts are more then just tying a belt around my waist and spending time in the Dojo. Running, lifting, sparring, shooting, nutrition, these are all parts of a Martial Life.

I've mentioned it before, but the main reason I work out, is to attempt to achieve a level of fitness that will make me better at Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. It does that, my strength and flexibility is steadily increasing, and my endurance is going up as well. It also helps all of my martial activities. Let's face it, being able to run 1/8th of a mile (or more) without falling over helps breathing control and heart rate, which is important in firearms competition, hunting, and even if the S hits the proverbial fan. How many times have you seen someone at the range who gets winded walking to the 100yard line to change targets? That person might be the best shot in the world, but how good a shot will they be when their heart rate is 180+ and they are desperately trying to suck in Oxygen to keep from passing out?

I'm not saying I'm going to be hitting any Ironman competitions anytime soon, but I will run a 5k this year. Just some food for thought.

Well, that isn't fun.

2009-08-23T09:40:00.002-05:00

I dislike when someone rains on my parade. Even when the rain is necessary. The conglomo that I work for managed to not screw me out a nice commission, and I was flush with cash. Paying bills was on my radar, as was a nice used Glock I had been drooling on at the local gun store. That is when my wife dropped the proverbial bucket of rain on my plans. "I know you want that pistol, but maybe you should think about a gun safe."

She is of course 100% correct. As usual. I've needed a safe for awhile now. Firearms stashed in closets, under beds, and even in corners. That coupled with the recent "taking of things from my truck" has us both a bit worried. If we ever had a break-in the thieves would have a field day. Lots of toys, and thousands of rounds of ammo. So, off to start looking at safes.

I do have some fun things wining their way to me though! New (to me) camera! A Yashica Mat 124 120 film camera. Looking forward to taking pictures with it. The last roll of 120 film I had developed didn't come out. At some point the film was exposed. The risks you take, although I'm sorry I lost some of those shots. I think I can re-take them, but I just have to go down to San Marcos/Wimberly again.

More pictures coming shortly.

A quick one

2009-08-18T23:10:00.002-05:00

I'm pleased with my "toy" film camera. So much so, I think I'm going to keep shooting film for awhile (maybe even buy an old cam on Ebay). I'm not forgetting digital, but like most older things it just has more soul. Think the deep bluing of an old 1911, an old church pew, the honest wear on an older shotgun, the deep brown of a saddle polished by years of use. Soulful.

Updated my Blogroll

2009-08-06T12:30:00.004-05:00

Made some changes to the blogroll. Nothing major, but I wanted to add a couple that I have been reading, and a new one from a buddy of mine.

Ordered by memory, and not by any other significance:

Beef's blog. OK, his name isn't Beef, but I've called him that ever since I met him. He started Crossfit a couple weeks after I did. A dedicated power lifter in High school, I bet he can easily lift more then me. With one hand.

Paladin's blog. An animal control officer, I first stumbled across him at Brigid's blog, but quickly realized I had watched several of his videos already. His blog is full of useful info, and he enjoys photography as well.

Straight Forward in a Crooked World. Wow, his Defense Against the Dark Arts series is incredible (yes, I did steal that from Harry Potter). I don't recall where I first saw this blog mentioned, but have been following it dutifully for awhile. If any advice can help out when the excrement hits the oscillating blades you will find it here.

As always, this blog and the links I post are mainly for my own ease of use. I know I can hit my blog then branch out to several others (makes it easier for me to get my fix). No return links are required.

More photography coming

2009-08-04T09:13:00.004-05:00

Lately I haven't been able to find my muse. The camera just hasn't been calling to me. Might be the 700 pictures I took while in Rockport (which reminds me, I need to burn those to DVD for the Bride & Groom).

However, I have been fascinated by a dumb little plastic camera. The Holga. So, while ordering a new flash from B&H (Canon 430 EX II), I added a Holga and 120 film to my order. Shooting film is more intimidating for me. You don't know if you did it right until possibly weeks later, and by then it is way too late. On the other hand, shooting digital can lead to being lazy. Light isn't right? Shoot it, it might come out or we can just do it again. Lazy.

Hopefully this little plastic camera is just the muse I need to get me back on track. My current project is portraits of interesting people in their work environment. Admittedly, the only picture I have taken so far is of my tattoo artist, but since I go see him on Saturday I might re-shoot with the Holga. Depends on how I feel after another 3-4 hour tattoo session.

Fair warning, more crappy photography is coming. Might even shoot some pictures of the owls I'm having tattooed on my chest.

Photography - not a crime

2009-07-27T12:50:00.003-05:00

Just a reminder, taking pictures in public isn't a crime. There has been a growing trend of people being stopped, questioned, and even arrested for taking pictures in public. While this has been a particular problem in the UK, we aren't immune to it here in the states.

Crossfit, my new torture device

2009-07-15T12:38:00.005-05:00

Last night I started a new torture technique, Crossfit. The workout was intense. The sad thing, is that by themselves the exercise isn't that difficult, but when adding them together in a circuit it gets ridiculously hard. Good stuff, I hurt this morning (in a good way).

In other news, my Birthday was good. We ate at a newish restaurant (at least to us), steaks were awesome, wine was delicious, and the view of the lake was nice.

My frustration with humanity has been growing. I wish it was legal to punch people in the face when they deserved it. I know I would get popped every now and then, and would be fine with it, if I could give it back to those people who so richly need a rap on the beak. I'm due to get back into the BJJ gym. It makes dealing with the stupids easier.

New pictures of knives soon. I horse traded for one of my "Grail" knives, a Strider GB, picked up some Mike Snody Shanks, and grabbed another of the Spyderco Mule Team knives. Should have some pics by this weekend.

I hate thieves

2009-07-08T13:11:00.003-05:00

Just a quick note to say that I. Hate. Thieves. Monday night some low-life decided I had too much stuff and that they needed my work cell, my GPS, a cigar cutter, and a pair of sunglasses. It was partly my fault in that I didn't verify 100% that my truck was locked, but still.

Here's hoping that the thief is anally violated by a syphilitic Zombie Orangutan with a pathological hatred of lube. Twice.

On the other hand, let me say that the Travis County Sheriff's department responded extremely professionally, and even decided to try and get finger prints. I'm 98% certain that even Horatio Caine couldn't have pulled off a usable print, but I appreciated the effort.

The Texas Open, a BJJ tournament in two parts.

2009-06-19T08:41:00.004-05:00

Three weeks ago I sauntered into my regular BJJ class after having taken a couple days off to heal (tattoo related), and to travel (work related). While trying to loosen my stiff joints, and dodging the standard goodnatured insults, we started talking about the upcoming JiuJitsu tournament. It had been close to a year since I had competed, and with no prep (well very little in any case) I decided to jump in.

Based on my lack of working out (traveling, healing, etc) I decided I didn't want to try and cut weight. When I stepped on the scale I was about 237 and the cut off was 230. I probably *could* have cut that extra couple of pounds, but frankly just didn't have the energy. That lack of energy was a theme for me this event. I went into this event not really expecting much, I just wanted to get out and roll competitively.

Like most tournies they were a bit disorganized to begin with. I registered same day (probably didn't help that most people did this), and when I checked in they decided to collapse some of the experience levels. That meant I would be fighting beginner division no-gi and White belt in Gi. They also said we wouldn't have a Masters division (30+ years of age). I found my mat and started looking for people I knew.

Even for people who practice BJJ, tournaments are 6 hours of complete boredom interrupted by 20 minutes of extreme excursion. Since I got there early, I waited, and waited, and waited. Three hours later I had my first match. I got a bye since I was the lightest in my group, but my opponent had a 10 second match. Joy. I called my coach over, and the ref has us shake hands. The call "fight" rings out. We circled, and both tried to setup a "shot". Each of us changed levels several times, but no opportunities for a takedown. I tried a different approach and tied up with him trying for a Judo throw, but the guy was too big. I grabbed an arm and pulled to guard trying for an armbar, but it didn't happen. When I went up, he passed my guard. Immediately he tried for a Brabo choke. He slapped it on and it was tight, but I could still breathe. Some. Dave immediately had me grab my leg and execute the Brabo Sweep he invented. Success. I went from being under side control to having him underneath. Here is my biggest mistake. Instead of a good hard cross face, I pushed my elbow across his jaw. He locked up a crappy hammer lock and cranked the shit out of it. Since he was stronger then me and caught me by surprise I didn't have much choice. I felt my arm pop slightly, and I tapped. Game over I lose. Three hours of waiting for a 3 minute loss. Dang.

Next week ... redemption ... kinda.

Leaving Las Vegas ... a couple weeks ago.

2009-06-15T11:19:00.002-05:00

Vegas was Vegas. The show was slower then usual, but we still made some good connections. I did gamble a bit, but nothing crazy. I should have quit after the first night, but Vegas lights don't run on folks quitting early.

Based on the amount of money I saw lost the news of a bad economy are vastly over rated. Multiple times I would sit down at a table and have strangers join shortly after. The siren song for pit bosses floating through the air "Changing One Thousand". I didn't take any pictures, honestly I didn't even bring my camera. I imagine the portraits would have been interesting, but I don't think security would have liked me using the long lens.

As I mentioned before, I'm a sucker for trashy SciFi. It doesn't have to be trashy, but lets face it, 99% of the stuff coming out today isn't Heinlein. I have a particular weakness for Vampire novels. Shocking I know. I just finished the latest from Laurell Hamilton, Skin Trade. Her Anita Blake series started off great, but went downhill fast. I kept reading only because I felt it had promise, but was frankly embarrassed to be seen reading it. Over the years the series had degenerated into barely concealed hatred for her ex, and several times an all out pseudo-SM orgy of short, muscular, longhaired, tripods. While some of that is still present in the new book, she tones it down immensely. I think she might have finally discovered a good editor, but we shall see.

July should bring us a re-release of Larry Correia's Monster Hunter International. MHI is going to be a fantastic series, and is really a great idea. I own one of the original MHI novels from when he did a self published release, and will purchase several of the new books when available. He might be the anti-Laurell Hamilton. Larry's protagonist was a mild mannered accountant turn Monster Hunter. I'm fairly certain he hasn't ever been in an orgy of Vampires and Lycanthropes.

Competed in a JiuJitsu tournament this weekend. Since I'm going to start trying to blog more regularly I will post more about that later. I also finished my left chest panel and start the right panel in July.

Upcoming events ...

2009-05-08T10:43:00.003-05:00

Headed to Vegas on the 18th. Going to be working a tradeshow (Interop), but am going to try and meetup with a couple custom knifemakers while I'm there. Should be fun. No training as I go in for more ink before heading out. Going to get a couple of owls on my chest. Wahoo!

Nuttnbunny is in town today, looking forward to hanging out with them.

Finished a couple good books lately, but that will be highlighted in an upcoming post. A post in which I admit that I am a true geek who reads all kinds of crazy fantasy/science fiction. Shocking I know.

More soon.

I'm a horrible blogger ...

2009-04-08T21:29:00.004-05:00

Yep, I'm horrible, and not because of my lack of original topics, my craptastic photography, or my 6th grader on a sugar rush focus. I can't seem to update regularly. So, the excuse d'jour, I have upped my training significantly. I'm doing BJJ 3 days a week, added a Thai boxing class one day a week, and am trying to shoot once a week. I also try and pickup an extra BJJ class when I can. By the time I get home my fingers barely function.

So, to break down my activities:

BJJ - I feel like I busted a plateau recently. I'm not sure when it happened, but the other day I realized I had been wrestling for 20 minutes. I was winded but could still go, and was even doing well. My submission defense has improved dramatically. I still get submitted, but it takes some work. Tonight I passed Phil's guard (a blue belt with a notorious guard), and even subbed him with a foot lock. Pretty cool.

Thai boxing - What a blast! A completely different workout then wrestling. I learned to wrap my hands correctly after a particularly nasty bruise over my right ring finger. I wish I had taken a picture, it was awesome. My right leg kicks are decent, my left leg kicks are pathetic. I'm confident I can overcome it though, I have been shadow boxing every night and initially the elbows were the same. I know I will continue for at least one more month, but it depends on the pricing. $130 for 4 classes is steep. Especially considering a local gym with both BJJ & Muay Thai would cost $80 (plus they are near my office so I could go workout at lunch).

Shooting - I have a confession. I suck at handgun shooting. I can make neat little clovers with a rifle, and have won some money shooting 5 stand (and in the field hunting), but I lack skills with the pistol. To that end, I found a Ruger MKII for cheap, and have been getting better. Hopefully it will translate. Now I just need to send my 1911 back to Colt to get it working 100%.

Weight wise I need to be better. I am always hungry. Always. I jumped up to 235 or so, then settled at around 230. Not a positive move. I hope to get more ink before too long, but can't until I get back down to at least 225.

That covers my training, I need to blog about our trip down to order boots. I have a new pair being made. Should be done by July. Sweet! Work sucks, but that is to be expected, and I at least have a job. Only thing that sucks worse would be unemployment.

The joy of shooting

2009-03-09T10:43:00.002-05:00

Yesterday I packed up my CZ 452 and a couple boxes of ammo and trucked on out to the range. I didn't bring any super fancy hand canons, or any tactical tupperware, but just the .22. I had a ball. I forgot how fun it can be to simply try and shot small groups with a bolt-action .22. First I had to get the scope configured. Again, nothing fancy (spartan would be more precise), a Cabelas Pine Ridge in 3x9x40. Out of the box it was low and right, but grouping well. Over the next 50 minutes I got the scope semi-dialed in and the groups dropped. I still have some work to do, but the last 5 rounds could be covered by a dime. Of course, that was only at 25 yards, but I'm going to keep trying till I can do it at further distances.

What's in your range bag?

2009-03-08T16:07:00.006-05:00

Brigid at Home on the Range wanted to know what I carry around in my range bag. Sadly enough, my range bag looks similar to my man cave. That is to say, Cluttered. My range bag does double duty, it is both a range and hunting bag. I didn't include the piece of beef jerky left from the last dove hunt, or the handful of receipts from range visits long past, but I do have lots of .22 ammo as I was sighting in my CZ 452 that I finally scoped. Sadly enough it prefers the expensive Greentag ammo, but hey at least it gives me a 5 shot group that can be covered by a dime (25 yards right now - good for me but most can do better I think). Essentially, it shoots much better then I do.

Back on target (no pun intended), the range bag contents.

Six types of .22 ammo
Eyes
Ears (electric muffs and in ear plugs)
A swiss army knife
Spray oil
matches
knife sharpener
flashlight
hand held talkabout
batteries
lip balm
Binoculars
3 stray shotgun shells (3 inch BB, 2 3/4 7.5, and inexplicably a .410 in 9 shot (I don't own a .410)
stray brass (.303, 30-06, 7mm, 223, 9mm, & .38 Spcl)
1 live .22 shell (probably from a Remington bulk pack that split on a previous trip)

March 2nd, 1836

2009-03-02T10:13:00.002-06:00

173 Years ago today, Delegates to the 1836 Convention gathered in a small village named Washington-on-the-Brazos, and voted for Texas independence. A partial listing of this declaration is below. Here's hoping that US can hold things together.

"When a government has ceased to protect the lives, liberty and property of the people, from whom its legitimate powers are derived, and for the advancement of whose happiness it was instituted, and so far from being a guarantee for the enjoyment of those inestimable and inalienable rights, becomes an instrument in the hands of evil rulers for their oppression.

When the Federal Republican Constitution of their country, which they have sworn to support, no longer has a substantial existence, and the whole nature of their government has been forcibly changed, without their consent, from a restricted federative republic, composed of sovereign states, to a consolidated central military despotism, in which every interest is disregarded but that of the army and the priesthood, both the eternal enemies of civil liberty, the everready minions of power, and the usual instruments of tyrants.

When, long after the spirit of the constitution has departed, moderation is at length so far lost by those in power, that even the semblance of freedom is removed, and the forms themselves of the constitution discontinued, and so far from their petitions and remonstrances being regarded, the agents who bear them are thrown into dungeons, and mercenary armies sent forth to force a new government upon them at the point of the bayonet.

...

These, and other grievances, were patiently borne by the people of Texas, untill they reached that point at which forbearance ceases to be a virtue. We then took up arms in defence of the national constitution. We appealed to our Mexican brethren for assistance. Our appeal has been made in vain. Though months have elapsed, no sympathetic response has yet been heard from the Interior. We are, therefore, forced to the melancholy conclusion, that the Mexican people have acquiesced in the destruction of their liberty, and the substitution therfor of a military government; that they are unfit to be free, and incapable of self government.

The necessity of self-preservation, therefore, now decrees our eternal political separation.

We, therefore, the delegates with plenary powers of the people of Texas, in solemn convention assembled, appealing to a candid world for the necessities of our condition, do hereby resolve and declare, that our political connection with the Mexican nation has forever ended, and that the people of Texas do now constitute a free, Sovereign, and independent republic, and are fully invested with all the rights and attributes which properly belong to independent nations; and, conscious of the rectitude of our intentions, we fearlessly and confidently commit the issue to the decision of the Supreme arbiter of the destinies of nations. "

Real politik

2009-02-26T14:47:00.000-06:00

Cause all the cool kids are doing it.

You are a
Social Liberal
(68% permissive)

and an...
Economic Conservative
(80% permissive)

You are best described as a:

Libertarian

Link: The Politics Test on OkCupid.com: Free Online Dating
Also : The OkCupid Dating Persona Test

Real content coming soon.

Boomsticks Blogmeet AAR

2009-02-09T08:54:00.003-06:00

OK, so it really isn't an After Action Report. Rather, a brief synopsis of the fun we had (however short it may have been).

The Background:

A couple weeks ago I was blogsurfing, when I hit Speaker Tweaker (Where sometimes things go bang). He mentioned that all the cool kids where getting together, and we should as well (I'm inserting myself in as a "we" simply because I read the blogs). He left an open invitation, and like the fat kid who finds a lost birthday part invitation, I wanted to eat cake. He and Murphy started planning.

The runup:
I told my wife, who then mentions we had a party that night in San Antonio anyway. Score! Seems to be working out, until I started on the details. She didn't want to take two cars. Makes sense to me, but she wasn't excited about shooting. It just isn't her thing (no big deal I can understand). We decided that 9AM was too early anyway and we would show up late. Still excited. I started loading mags.

The Day:
Loading the truck, I realized I didn't want to lug a ton of firearms down to San Antonio then have to explain to my in-laws what I am carrying and why I have them. They don't know I blog. It's easier for me to complain, talk about the stuff they don't know about (tattoos), and frankly I just don't want them to know.

This brings up a dilemma. What to bring. I decided to bring the Sub2k 9mm and my cursed 1911. I'm still not sure why I decided to bring this particular pistol, as it has never worked properly. Typically giving a failure to feed. Last time out it worked almost flawlessy, but I wasn't lucky this time. (As an aside, if anyone knows a smith who works on 1911s who can do the work for say $200 I would appreciate it).

We roll in with no problems (Yay GPS!), and walk in. The range is nice, although I'm glad I brought ears with me, as you park in a central area and shooting is going on all around. I walk into the pistol area and quickly realize I don't know what anyone looks like. The range is cold, and I'm able to listen in on several conversations. Through this I pick two groups that might be the people I am looking for. Only one has a CZ52. Bingo, I walk up and casually ask if Jim was part of the blogmeet. Fortunately he was. I pulled out my doomed pistol and lay it on the table.

I'm not going to force a play by play, but here are some of the highlights:

*"Is this screw supposed to look like this?" Crap, no.

*Bang. Why did my magazine just blow out the bottom of my Keltec? Hmm, something isn't right. Why does this brass have a whole in the bottom? Looks like a case head failure. Time to switch ammo.

*I might be crazy, but I didn't think the Mosin was too bad. "That's because you are a masochist." Fair enough.

*"Did anyone notice the disconcerting number of holes in the tin roof of the rifle range."

*"We only allow slow shooting from the bench. No more then 3 shots every five seconds." Possibly related to the holes in the roof?

*"Time to go." Looks like I'm done guys, my wife has been way more then patient with me.

Aftermath:
I had fun. Next time I will be more prepared. Why I decided to bring that pistol I don't know. I kinda felt like the Ahole of the world, but at least had a good time when I shot that Mosin. I think I have one of those on my list. I can only imagine the impression I left. My ADD was firing and I was a spazz. Oh well, it happens.

Here are a couple more images:

Jim & the Sig 556

Speaker and the M44

I'm not sure how I missed a picture of Murph. Probably more of me being a Spazz.

Lost pups

2009-02-01T14:45:00.003-06:00

We lost our big boy Saturday the 24th. The wife and I had date night. Dinner and a movie. When we got home, we called the pups in, our little dalmatian ran up, but Jack our Ridgeback didn't come right away. That isn't unusual, he's our old man, and sometimes it takes him some time to get up the stairs. She called him again, but he still didn't come. When she walked out on the deck, she saw he was struggling up the stairs, and when he saw her he collapsed. He slid down a couple steps unable to support himself. She screamed and called me to help. I ran out and grabbed him, carrying him down the rest of the stairs. I laid him on the deck, and listened for a heart beat. It was weak and he was struggling to breathe. I started giving him supplemental breathing through his nose, but he wasn't responding. We sat and held him while he passed.

It's tough. Paloma our dalmatian isn't eating. They spent every day of the last 12 years together, and she keeps walking around looking for him. I should have let her sniff him before loading him up, but wasn't thinking clearly. I don't know if I will get another dog after she is gone. It hurts too much when we lose them.

RIP buddy. Keep watch over Memo & the rest of the pack. You are in charge until we get there.

Ink finished ... for now.

2009-01-26T21:13:00.003-06:00

I need a touchup on the right side, probably more shading and bars around the bottom.

I have a major bummer of a post coming. We lost one of our pups, and I need to get my head around it. Writing should help me out, but I want it to be less stream of conscience and more remembrance.

A jiu jitsu funk ...

2009-01-21T21:17:00.003-06:00

And by funk I mean the blues, and not the unpleasant odor of a Gi left unwashed.

I've been frustrated in class lately. My attacks don't feel crisp, i'm expending more energy then I should, and I can't pull the subs I have previously. I still defend well, but who wants to sit there and survive the whole time? I could chalk it up to a little ring rust, but while that may be partly true, I also think I have been playing the same game too long. Classmates are anticipating my moves and countering them. I'm not sure if I should continue playing the game I have developed (what little of it there may be), or if I should start doing something completely different.

Maybe I'm simply frustrated all together. Like anything BJJ has an opportunity cost associated with it. If I choose to go to class on Saturdays, I have to skip playing golf with my friends. If I choose to go to the cigar tasting, I know I will pay for it in class. Petty maybe, but like anything else the decisions we make have a direct impact on the other parts of our life. If I go out with the guys, I have to explain that i'm trying to cut weight and that's why i'm not going to have that 3rd beer and why i'm eating salad instead of pizza. Let's be brutally honest. It. sucks. ass. On the other hand, not having to take cholestoral pills and not having the aches and pains that come from carrying 80 extra pounds is nice. Tradeoffs. Maybe i'm internalizing my frustration too much (or externalizing my internal dialogue - this metaphysical feelings bullshit confuses me sometimes). In the immortal words of Ebby Calvin Laloosh:

"Don't think meat. Just throw."

The truck that hit me ...

2008-12-30T18:44:00.002-06:00

Not literally (although it was a close call earlier). Christmas started much as many have in the past. Roll out of bed, lots of presents, breakfast, etc. The only big difference was that I told the Mrs. that I didn't feel great. Not bad, just not great. Fast forward to 4:30. This cough keeps nagging me, and why do I feel cold? I'm never cold. I'm going to go take a quick nap. Fast forward another 4 hours. sweats, chills, coughing, 103 fever? That sucks. Dehydrated leg cramps? doh, push fluids.

Apparently I caught some nasty upper respiratory infection, and that is going to make training difficult. Oh well, forced rest and lots of water should take care of it. Plus they gave me cough medicine with codeine, so I get to have weird dreams also. Being sick while on holiday sucks.

Traveling and the jits

2008-12-22T07:32:00.002-06:00

BJJ skills are perishable. If you take even a little time off you will notice some "mat rust". It might be your wind, it might be your sub defense is a little off, or it could be a simple lack of flow. One of the easiest way to keep up with it, is to train everyplace you can. This gives you the added benefit of rolling with people you have never rolled with before.

One thing I have found, is that most schools are cool about letting you join an open mat (provided that you are cool also). I will save the etiquette lesson for another post, but we can probably leave it at "Don't be an asshole" (which translates to alot of other things in life).

This weekend I had to go to Corpus Christi for a wedding. Because I had to miss class on Saturday, and the upcoming holiday I wanted to take every opportunity I had to roll. To that end, I contact the guys at Paragon BJJ. Aurelio Gallegos (BJJ Blackbelt under Ricardo "Franjinha" Miller), and he said they usually have open mats on Saturday and to come on out.

I grabbed my gi and hit the mats. As expected, attendance was light 5 days before Christmas, but he did have two guys alternating between working the bags and rolling in the cage. Aurelio and I rolled for roughly 3 15 minute rounds, and then called it a day. With warmup I got a good hour roll in (effectively lubricating the joints), and met some good guys.

If you are traveling to Corpus Christi, or looking for BJJ in the area I would give them a call.

Jits Happens

2008-12-16T20:54:00.003-06:00

Two things. I added a link to a new BJJ Blog, Jits Happens. Jits Happens is one of the brain children of Dave Thomas, my BJJ coach. Along with the new blog, Dave also maintains a BJJ video technique website, and recently received his Blackbelt from Travis Tooke.

Welcome Dave, and congratulations on the new promotion. Not everyone can say they routinely get beaten up by a BJJ Blackbelt!

A quick funny before the storm

2008-12-16T12:51:00.004-06:00

I have a rant brewing. Here's a hint ... Christmas is canceled!

51 of 100 - not too bad

2008-12-09T08:45:00.003-06:00

1. Started your own blog.
2. Slept under the stars.
3. Played in a band.
4. Visited Hawaii.
5. Watched a meteor shower.
6. Given more than you can afford to charity. More then I could afford at that time, but it wasn't much more then I could afford.
7. Been to Disneyland.
8. Climbed a mountain.
9. Held a praying mantis.
10. Sang a solo.
11. Bungee jumped.
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea.
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch.
15. Adopted a child.
16. Had food poisoning. Pastrami - the most sensual of the smoked meats.
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty.
18. Grown your own vegetables.
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France.
20. Slept on an overnight train.
21. Had a pillow fight.
22. Hitch hiked.
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill.
24. Built a snow fort.
25. Held a lamb.
26. Gone skinny dipping.
27. Run a Marathon.
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice. In Vegas yes, in Venice, no.
29. Seen a total eclipse.
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset. On the same day even!
31. Hit a home run.
32. Been on a cruise. Hopefully this Summer.
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person.
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors. Not sure why, but this sounds ominous.
35. Seen an Amish community.
36. Taught yourself a new language.
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied.
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person.
39. Gone rock climbing.
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David.
41. Sung karaoke.
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt.
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant. Indirectly, I had people walk tickets while I was waiting tables.
44. Visited Africa.
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight.
46. Been transported in an ambulance.
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing. Puked my guts out also.
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person.
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris.
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain.
53. Played in the mud.
54. Gone to a drive-in theater.
55. Been in a movie.
56. Visited the Great Wall of China. One of my goals
57. Started a business.
58. Taken a martial arts class.
59. Visited Russia.
60. Served at a soup kitchen.
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies.
62. Gone whale watching.
63. Got flowers for no reason. Got as in purchased or got as in received?
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma.
65. Gone sky diving.
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp.
67. Bounced a check.
68. Flown in a helicopter.
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial.
71. Eaten Caviar.
72. Pieced a quilt.
73. Stood in Times Square.
74. Toured the Everglades.
75. Been fired from a job.
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London.
77. Broken a bone.
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle.
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person.
80. Published a book.
81. Visited the Vatican.
82. Bought a brand new car.
83. Walked in Jerusalem.
84. Had your picture in the newspaper.
85. Read the entire Bible.
86. Visited the White House.
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating.
88. Had chickenpox.
89. Saved someone’s life.
90. Sat on a jury.
91. Met someone famous.
92. Joined a book club.
93. Lost a loved one.
94. Had a baby.
95. Seen the Alamo in person.
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake.
97. Been involved in a law suit.
98. Owned a cell phone.
99. Been stung by a bee.
100. Read an entire book in one day.

The ground, she is not stable ...

2008-12-03T21:02:00.002-06:00

Layoff rumors abound. It happens in my industry, but is never fun. Rumors say it will happen tomorrow, but you can never tell. Rumors also say nobody in my group will be affected, but you can never trust rumors.

Good thoughts. Good thoughts. Good thoughts. =)

Two tickets to the gun show?

2008-11-17T21:38:00.000-06:00

Well, technically it was only one ticket, as the Rabbiteach was a bit under the weather (actually a lot under the weather). I went a bit earlier then usual, but didn't think it would be a problem. In fact, I figured I would get there before most folks. Wrong again. The line was probably 150 yards long and easily had 250 people in it. Each willing to pay a Lady Godiva (technically it would have been less but I like the Cockney Rhyming Slang) to get in and look around.

Prices were ridiculous. Not a little off, or slightly higher. Ridiculous. Glock Sub2000 9mm was $429 (MSRP is $406). WASR-10s were listed at $699 ($429 1 month ago). Glock 33 round mags $49. I bought a couple 30 round Pmags at $17 a piece (about $1 higher then usual), but that was it. Stripped Superior Arms lowers were selling for $150 and had a line 30 people deep to buy them. I wanted to pick up a Saiga-12, but they wanted $900 for them. No thanks, I will get on a waiting list for half that price. People were silly.

After fighting my way out of the parking lot, I went over to GT's, and bought some of the Federal shotgun ammo. They have the LEF127RS slugs that I like (who wouldn't like a 1oz slug traveling at 1610 FPS?) and the Flight Control OO LE12700. I also grabbed a couple boxes of the Speer LE Golddot ammo. My rifles lurv the 223 Rem 64Gr. GDSP.

Maybe some pictures this weekend if the weather is nice, I have lots of stuff I need to photo and the boss will be at an English Teacher thing. Might be time to try and find a fixed 50mm lens for the Camera, or get really artsy and find a fisheye lens.

Wahooo!

2008-11-13T15:09:00.003-06:00

New ink scheduled. January 10th I go in for the other shoulder. At least for the outline and whatever else Hector can get done. I'm not sure if he will be tattooing at the shop, or at the Star of Texas Tattoo Convention, but either way I'm scheduled for highnoon. Plus, I rescheduled my 3rd dehairing treatment. I figured if I was spending time and money on tattoos, I should get rid of the hair that would mask them.

I have to take some good pictures of the kimono lining, but the idea is two Foo Dogs on a cliff, with swirly clouds and maybe water. Details are a little unknown, as I tend to give him artistic license, but expect lots of detail, full color flowers & foos, and grey clouds.

Retail therapy of a different sort.

2008-11-12T07:31:00.004-06:00

Alternate title "Zombies beware". I bought a Kel-tec Sub 2000 9mm carbine. I was a bit skeptical, but figured it might be a good investment (along with a handful of 33 round Glock mags). This thing is a hoot! I ran it through a quick test (100 rounds or so), and was delighted at the grouping and ease of use. The one issue I had, was a fail to eject (FTE), but I think that was somewhat a fluke since the casing actually flipped around backwards and pinched between the bolt and the chamber. I don't anticipate this failure happening again, but will keep an eye out for it.

As mentioned, accuracy was good. At 25 yards I chewed a fist sized hole in the target about 4 inches right of the bullseye. I will adjust the sites eventually, but with a little adjustment to my shooting was able to move the group to the left.

In related news, I forgot how annoying indoor ranges can be once hunting season starts. Don't get me wrong, I love hunting, but setting up next to a guy shooting the latest and greatest magnum cartridge with extra porting can get fairly annoying, especially when shooting smaller calibers in the lane next to them. I realize it wasn't their fault, and talked to the RO to get my lane moved, but the fact that the RO thought it was a good idea to put them right next to me makes me wonder. There is nothing like trying to shoot small groups in paper with a .22 and feeling the concusive blast from one (or two) lanes over. Heck, I was impressed some of these guys could keep it on the paper with the flinch they were developing. Then again, at least they were getting out and shooting.

In other news, I have been keeping steady with my weight. I had a scale malfunction yesterday. When I first stepped on, it read 221. A re-weigh put me at 224. Not a huge difference I know, but when trying to get to a lower weight class 3 pounds is big. I also got my first stripe on my Blue belt, so I have that going for me. After NAGA Dallas, I think I'm going to start the tattoo on my other shoulder.

The government we deserve ...

2008-11-04T23:12:00.003-06:00

Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country. - JFK

Today we should change that to "Ask not what you can do for your country, but what you believe your country should do for you." I wasn't surprised by the election results. In fact, it went down about the way I expected. However, that fact doesn't make me any less disappointed. I'm not disappointed that people got out and voted, but I am disappointed that people actually believed what the candidates said versus what they have done in the past.

One of my hot buttons is firearms. I believe the 2nd Amendment makes the rest possible. PE* Obama has consistently voted against individuals being able to own and defend themselves with firearms, yet people actually believed him when he said he wouldn't restrict firearms if elected. He has consistently said he wouldn't raise taxes, but he doesn't consider letting the Bush tax cuts expire to be raising taxes. Actions speak louder then words.

I firmly believe that a large portion of the population has been duped into voting for someone based on the National equivalent of a Highschool Class President. Empty promises and lip service to change. However, McCain wasn't much better. The difference, was that we had a longer timetable on the road to hell under McCain then we do under Obama. Biden himself admits that they are going to make lots of unpopular decisions, and that the US will be tested at the global level based solely on who was elected. I think that speaks volumes.

Just remember, as the federal government starts to eat away at your freedoms, as that maximum tax line starts to creep toward your bottomline, and as more people start to feel the burden of supporting those who are unwilling to carry their fair share remember that we caused this. This was the choice of a large percent of our country. When we look for blame, you can look to the mirror, your family, and your friends. We get the government we deserve.

As for me, I have to buy more mags and ammo. January 20th isn't that far off, and the freedoms I currently enjoy will be severly curtailed in the 1st 100 days. That is, unless Atlas Shrugs.

*President Elect

Not much to say.

2008-10-27T13:16:00.002-05:00

Been kinda quiet lately. Not for lack stuff going on, but I just haven't had much to say. I actually has one post done, but realized it was way too stream of conscience. I even had trouble keeping up with the thread. I nuked it.

BJJ has been interesting lately. I've been working on some positions, and noticed that people have been adapting to what I've been doing. The triangle choke has been high percentage lately but people have against it better. I'm either telegraphing too much or people are getting better at defending. Maybe a bit of both. The flip side, is that I have been baiting the triangle choke to pass the guard. Some folks have gotten wise to this and are switching to the armbar right away.

In non-BJJ news, I need to get a photo tent. Something I can shoot knife macros in without getting hotspots on the blade edges. Two new knives are landing or will shortly. I picked up a Benchmade mini-griptillian and a Spyderco Mule (The new M4 version). It will be interesting to test the Previous Mule, so I can compare the two steels (one is 52100 and the other is M4). If anyone in the Austin area has a belt grinder they would like to sell inexpensively or a vertical bandsaw let me know. I have been getting the itch to try making knives again. Given enough time, I might be able to make a belt grinder. Couple wheels, some steel, a variable speed motor, and the belt. Although with my luck I would buy $1k in tools to save $400. Penny wise and pound foolish as they say.

I have my 10 year college reunion in two weeks. For once I am planning on attending. Should be interesting to see how everyone is doing. I tend to keep up with most folks, but occasionally I can't reach anyone. Pictures of the school will follow.

West bound windshield time.

2008-10-08T11:02:00.004-05:00

Back from Midland, TX. Once again, I made a small section of the world safe from the wicked mourning dove. Not as many as I would have prefered, but I was doing a little teaching also.

A buddy of mine wanted to learn to dove hunt, and while he had been one other time, the guy he went with was a relative newcomer also. We got into the field later then I would have liked, but only because I brought along some other toys that go boom to play with. I wanted to field test a couple new (or new to me) shotguns & ARs, and he had fun blasting away at cheap generic sodas (which make a great target).

A couple doves and one beautiful sunset later, and we packed it in. Next time, I think we should hit the skeet range first, as I think he was taking shots that were too far, but we can fix that. One thing I always forget, is that even though the land is flat and dry, I do love it out there. Heck, I have been keeping my eye out for some land. Unfortunately, anything for sale is still way out of my range, or is too far away.

"The good 'ole Blues Brothers Boys Band?"

2008-09-27T09:10:00.004-05:00

Rabbiteach convinced me to go out and listen to some music. One of her friends plays in the Burnett Jones Band, and the were playing at Poodie's Hilltop. We got there a little early, which is shickong since I managed to drive about 20 miles further then I should have (and then had to back track). It was a blast! Burnett Jones sounded great, and Poodie's looked like it hadn't changed since the last time we went (probably 2 years ago).

(taken with my phone)

Burnett Jones plays a mixture of Classic Country, Texas Country (Pat Green, Cory Morrow, etc), and their own stuff. I need to get their CD as it is sometimes difficult to hear in Poodie's, but the custom stuff was good.

Following Burnett Jones' set, they had a band from Dallas called Eleven Hundred Springs. 1100 was even louder then Burnett Jones. Maybe i'm getting old, but I like to be able to actually hear the music, not just feel it through the sound waves. They also didn't sound much like their album, but that could have been them trying to excite the crowd. We left mid way through their set. Not because we didn't like them, but I didn't want to drink anymore beer (BJJ in the morning), and because the combination of smoke and volume was giving us a headache. I'm still going to download their album.

Sorry for the crappy pictures. Poodie's is an "interesting" place. I need to take a good camera there and take some portraits. Lots of character in the faces of the people there.

Food meme

2008-09-10T16:21:00.000-05:00

Omnivore's Hundred
1) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.
2) Bold all the items you’ve eaten.There is little if anything I won't try.

I attempted to cleanup the formatting, but it was too much work.

The VGT Omnivore’s Hundred:
1. Venison
2. Nettle tea
3. Huevos rancheros
4. Steak tartare
5. Crocodile (if you count Alligator)
6. Black pudding
7. Cheese fondue
8. Carp
9. Borscht
10. Baba ghanoush
11. Calamari
12. Pho
13. PB&J sandwich
14. Aloo gobi
15. Hot dog from a street cart
16. Epoisses
17. Black truffle
18. Fruit wine made from something other than grapes
19. Steamed pork buns
20. Pistachio ice cream
21. Heirloom tomatoes
22. Fresh wild berries
23. Foie gras
24. Rice and beans
25. Brawn or head cheese
26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper
27. Dulce de leche
28. Oysters
29. Baklava
30. Bagna cauda
31. Wasabi peas
32. Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl
33. Salted lassi
34. Sauerkraut
35. Root beer float
36. Cognac with a fat cigar
37. Clotted cream tea
38. Vodka jelly/Jell-O
39. Gumbo
40. Oxtail
41. Curried goat
42. Whole insects (not on purpose, although I would eat chocolate ants)
43. Phaal
44. Goat’s milk
45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more
46. Fugu
47. Chicken tikka masala
48. Eel
49. Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut
50. Sea urchin
51. Prickly pear
52. Umeboshi
53. Abalone
54. Paneer
55. McDonald’s Big Mac Meal
56. Spaetzle
57. Dirty gin martini
58. Beer above 8% ABV
59. Poutine
60. Carob Chips
61. S’mores
62. Sweetbreads
63. Kaolin
64. Currywurst
65. Durian
66. Frogs’ legs
67. Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake
68. Haggis
69. Fried plantain
70. Chitterlings or andouillette
71. Gazpacho
72. Caviar and blini
73. Louche absinthe
74. Gjetost or brunost
75. ~~Roadkill~~ (well, unless I hit it and it was fresh)
76. Baijiu
77. Hostess Fruit Pie
78. Snail
79. Lapsang souchong
80. Bellini
81. Tom yum
82. Eggs Benedict
83. Pocky
84. Tasting menu at a three-star restaurant.
85. Kobe beef
86. Hare
87. Goulash
88. Edible Flowers
89. Horse - Not that I was aware of anyway
90. Criollo chocolate (different from regular chocolate?)
91. Spam
92. Soft shell crab
93. Rose harissa (I've eaten Rose petals, but not Harissa)
94. Catfish
95. Mole poblano
96. Bagel and lox
97. Lobster Thermadour (I'm not 100% sure)
98. Polenta
99. Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee
100. Snake (rattlesnake specifically)

Weekends are for resting

2008-09-07T21:30:00.007-05:00

Stone work is nearing completion. That is, until I tear the whole thing out and make changes. Again. I'm not 100% satisfied with the work. Who knew I would be a perfectionist on this. Did I mention the stones are heavy? Estimates put each "brick" at around 110-125 pounds. I may tear out the right side and redo it again.

I may just add a 3rd row of stone on the right side (starting under the door - which means I need to buy a stone hammer so I can shave down the bricks).

In other news, I started looking at going back to school. Yes, it is stupid, and I didn't really enjoy classes when I was in undergrad, but a Masters in Marketing would probably be beneficial down the road. Of course, my craptastic GPA means I need to do well on the GRE. Who knows, I may wait a couple more years. I don't particularly want to go back. Decisions decisions.

BJJ has been interesting. We did some drills that while not fitting with "my game" (which is being defined so may in fact fit with theoretical game) were challenging. Essentially starting from the "heimlich drop takedown" we went to a scramble drill. At first I waited until the underneath guy got set then tried to play a slower stretching game. That didn't work, because I didn't adapt appropriately. I got a bit frustrated, and used that to eventually start moving better. I'm not explosive (shocking I know), so I tried to be more technical. Until I started being more dynamic Doug was able to move around more. Once I started staying heavy and moving first it worked better. In retrospective I guess I did get something out of the drills. Open rolling Doug had me in some precarious positions, but I managed to defend and escape each time. He went for an arm bar he likes, and I stacked and escaped then grabbed an ankle lock, and tapped him. Not too shabby, but I can't fall back on ankle/foot locks each time. Plus, I think he was being careful of his knee. Still, it was perfectly positioned.

I hope to have at least one if not two Dove hunts coming soon. One in South Texas, and I'm heading out to Midland for a couple days also. Dates aren't firm yet, as I have a BJJ seminar, a BJJ open mat in San Marcos, and a wedding party the same day as the open mat. Idle hands are the Devil's playground, or somethign along those lines. October should have another grappling lab at Travis Tooke's gym again. I will bring my camera, and do a full writeup if/when possible.

I'm a glutton for punishment.

2008-09-02T20:19:00.002-05:00

Today I had 6000 pounds of limestone dry stack delivered. At some point last week I had the bright idea of putting stone around the lower part of our backyard shed. Anything left over will go towards a new backyard flower bed.

Some people call it optimism. After looking at the mound of stone (and moving one to see roughly the scale of the stone), I call it lunacy. To top it off, once I get this done I am probably going to order more. Heck at $70 a ton it's cheap and better then Gold's Gym.

Wish me luck.

Woodshed time (caution, adult language)

2008-08-27T21:38:00.004-05:00

Yes, It's woodshed time. Someone I know needs a "Look Bitch Speech". A trip to The Hurt Locker even. The difference is, that when I set that person down and give them the ole "Look Bitch, shit needs to change!", I should be looking in the mirror.

I did a little soul searching today, and decided I didn't like my attitude this week. Bitching and moaning. Getting all butthurt over stupid stuff. Basically, I was acting like the assholes I hate.

A good example. I'm cutting weight again. Because of that, when I was at Jiu Jitsu tonight, I was a bit more tired and didn't perform like I should have. This caused me to get the redass over an honest mistake. A mistake made by one of the nicest guys in class. Looking back I definitely needed a checkup from the neckup.

I can make excuses, I'm tired, hungry, the Sun was in my eyes, the dog ate my homework, but the reality was, I should have been better. Short story long, I needed to change my attitude. Thus, I take a trip to the woodshed. Tomorrow I am going to bust my hump at work, act like the consumate sales professional I am, and win the contest they are running. Then, I will use that money to buy a new shotgun. Either a Stoeger sxs 2 barrel set, or maybe one of those CZ O/U shotguns.

It's amazing what a little perspective can do for a bad attitude.

The lotto Meme

2008-08-22T08:15:00.000-05:00

Hammer created this one, and I figured it might be fun.

You just won the mega powerball jackpot to the tune of 150 million dollars (after taxes)

1. What would be the very first thing you would do?

Other then create a Corporation to claim the winnings? Probably go shopping (at the gun store).

2. Where would you choose to live?

I would have a nice ranch near Austin, then keep a couple other properties to visit (including one in South America).

3. What kind of house would you live in?

Luxury rock/log cabin

4. What kind of car would you buy?

Probably should read: What kind of carS would you own? I would get a nice SUV for Rabbitteach (probably something like the Cayenne), then I would get a new F250, a big H1 Hummer, and a nice Mercedes (a going to town car).

5. Where would you vacation?

Brazil and the Dominican Republic. Of course, we would probably hit Europe, since I have never been.

6. Would you have anything on your body fixed?

Is anything on my body broken? I would probably get more ink.

7. What kind of hobbies would you engage in?

Pretty much the same as I do know (Guns, hunting, BJJ, custom knives, etc). I would probably end up getting a full knife making shop setup so I could tinker. Blacksmith shop also.

8. What charities would you donate to?

TSRA and the International Dyslexia Association would get a nice check. I would probably give some money to a local church (in whatever small town my ranch is located). I would also keep a hunting ranch setup for people with disabilities. Wheelchair friendly deer stands, and things like that. Then I would probably offer hunts for free to Make a Wish (or a similar group) and the Wounded Warrior project.

9. Would you give money to your relatives?

Probably, but more for the kids. Give each kid a $50k college fund. By the time they are older it should be enough to pay for college (or start a business if they decide not to go).

10.Would you run away from your current life?

Nope, no reason to do that.

11. Would you continue to work?

I would start my own businesses, although I wouldn't bog myself down with the details.

12. Would the money change you in any way?

I would like to say no, but odds are it would.

Freaking out the norms

2008-08-20T08:12:00.002-05:00

A couple weeks ago I went to a Tattoo Festival. This was my first Tattoo festival, so I didn't really know what to expect. All in all I can say it was interesting. The lighting was challenging, so not every picture worked, but I did get a couple cool shots.

While walking through, I started flipping through one of the artists flash, just to get an idea of what they prefer, and if it would be worth while to hang out and take some pictures. Apparently I looked a little too normal, as this older guy (late 60s or so) came over and started talking to me. He was covered in old ink on his arms, and had a fresh one on his leg, and generally was a little intimidating at first. Fairly gruffly, he started asking me questions. I explained I was interested in taking some pictures of artists working, and had been thinking about some new ink. Of course, he looked at the flash book I was checking out, and it was all low quality flowers and tribal stuff. Awwwkwaard. Anyway, I explained I was looking for an artist to do some Japanese work (in prep for my Foo Dogs) and then showed him my right shoulder. He looked at me thoughtfully for a second and said "but you look so normal!". I responded with "I'm just here freaking out the norms." He thought that was hilarious.

I guess stereotypes run both ways.

Viva! Viva! Las Veeegggggaaaaas

2008-08-18T14:42:00.003-05:00

Back from Vegas. The good news, is that my wife, Rabbitteach, has finally decided these aren't boondoggles. She even said something to the effect of "I didn't realize how much you work on these trips." Apparently she got bored while I was working in the booth. Anyway, Vegas was good. No serious flight delays (coming home I had about 45 minutes in DFW but it wasn't horrible).

Vegas has gone through some serious growth since I lived there. They added the Wynn resort (and a 2nd tower), THE Hotel at Mandalay Bay, and they started on a huge building project called City Center. Back in the day people used to go to Vegas for a cheap buffet and gambling, but the nightlife and gastro scene is incredible. However, it isn't cheap anymore. Even the crappy buffets are $27 at night.

While there we decided to go for a good dinner (completely breaking my diet). I had Fois Gras Sliders, Duck Fat fries (Amuse Bouche) , a big dry aged steak, scalloped potatoes with goat cheese and onions, and Creme brulee. It was lovely.

I also managed to win a little cash playing Black Jack while there. In the end, I walked away with a little over $500 in winnings. Rabbitteach lost $40 or so in the slotmachines. We had a good time. Back on the diet wagon this week. If I can get down to my target goal of 205 I get a new tattoo. I'm thinking Foo Dogs this time.

Leaving, on a jet plane.

2008-08-12T22:00:00.005-05:00

Off to Vegas again. Should be the last trip for a couple months. Next will be probably be NYC for Interop. Lots of toys, to play with lately. I horsetraded a fantastic deal for a Larue upper (not complete) and a complete DPMS sportical upper (complete but ugly). Once I finish with these two, I will have 3 complete ARs. Not too shabby. Plus, the new iPhone. I know, Steve Jobs could shit in a box and mark it iCrap and people would stand in line to buy them, but the iPhone is a decent piece of hardware.

In other news, the Olympics are going on. My problem, is they never televise the events I want to see. We will watch 700 hours of badminton and women's gymnastics, but fuck Judo. Why should we care about that. I just end up watching it on the computer, but come on.

Also, a big FU to my Utility District. In the past month, we have been without water for two days, and had to boil (or more realistically use bottled water) for another two days. I know where that plant is, and am willing to go over at 5AM when I'm cranky and need a shower to settle this shit. I'm barely human in the morning, and hot water does lots to make that transition to the living. Utility district and the asshats who work there, you are on notice!

Finally, a post that isn't a meme/filler

2008-07-28T14:07:00.002-05:00

Been busy lately, but then again you rarely hear people say "Man, I haven't had shit to do lately. Sat around and did nothing for the last couple of days!".

I need to get to a range that will let me shot buckshot. I have two shotguns that I need to pattern about 5 different types of rounds. Everything from 00 buck, 1 buck, 4 buck, and several different slugs. Speaking of shotguns, I know I mentioned it, but GT's has awesome prices on used firearms. If you get a chance, check them out. Because they sell primarily to police they are a bit intimidating, but man, talk about a kid in a candy store.

I also spent some time in the Apple store today. I tried once previously, but the stench of SMUG from the iD10T who was working there drove me out. I decided to suck it up and go get an iPhone. They may be supported by the biggest fanbois in the world, but they do make a decent phone (which is more then I can say for Motorola these days).

Rabbiteach and I did a little hiking this weekend. We went to Wild Basin Wilderness Preserve on Loop 360, and did a short hike. She isn't ever going to be an outdoorsey gal, but it is definately growing on her. I think we would have been the long loop, but we started too late and the heat was getting to her.

In other news, apparently my truck is invisible. Who knew that Dodge had perfected a cloaking device for vehicles. Now if I could only figure out how to activate it (or more specifically deactivate it), as I keep accidentally hitting the cloaking field while I'm out driving. That would surely explain why the 16 yo girl decided that she needed to be in the lane I was in, and decided that instead of waiting for my to go buy decided to pull through me. Fortunately I was able to get out of her way (insert sarcasm where appropriate). In fact, in the space of 6 miles I was nearly involved in 4 accidents, and none of them were my fault. One guy rolled through a stop sign, one person pulled an illegal U turn, and another person turned in front of me. Nothing like what happened to AD, but still it was amazing.

One more little rant. This is Texas. It's Summer. Of course it is going to be hot. If you go outside in the middle of the day, expect it to feel like the surface of the Sun. I can't stand to hear people bitch & moan about the heat. This isn't a surprise, you didn't go to sleep in Canada and wake up in Texas, did you? Then why complain? It only bugs the crap out of those around you.

The happy flu?

2008-07-26T12:58:00.001-05:00

The happy flu. Hmm, I'm not sure what it does, except make odd lines.

Serenity. Serenity now!

2008-07-23T07:40:00.000-05:00

Your results:
You are Wash (Ship Pilot)

Wash (Ship Pilot)		80%
Jayne Cobb (Mercenary)		65%
Zoe Washburne (Second-in-command)		65%
Malcolm Reynolds (Captain)		45%
River (Stowaway)		45%
Derrial Book (Shepherd)		45%
Inara Serra (Companion)		40%
Dr. Simon Tam (Ship Medic)		40%
Alliance		40%
Kaylee Frye (Ship Mechanic)		30%
A Reaver (Cannibal)		10%

You are a pilot with a good
if not silly sense of humor.
You take pride in your collection of toys.
You love your significant other.

Click here to take the Serenity Firefly Personality Test

Two posts in one day?

2008-07-21T15:41:00.004-05:00

Slow it down! I'm getting way ahead of myself. I did however forget to mention a new link. Home on the Range! Guns and cooking? Sounds like my perfect day. Not that I have tons of readers (although if you weighed them all together I might be able to hit 2k lbs), but check her out.

Witty post title ... maybe some song lyric or other.

2008-07-21T15:02:00.004-05:00

July is always busy, what with my anniversary, vacation, July 4th, my birthday, FIL's birthday, wife's birthday, and BIL's birthday, it is downright insane. Throw in that pesky work thing, and I can barely find time for anything. This explains my lack of BJJ posts (to the delight of some I'm sure), but also puts me in a less joyful mood.

You see, something in the way I was brought up, says that if I am not active in some way or another, I start to get cranky. Before BJJ, paintball was my outlet. I guess I need something that leaves bruises. If I wasn't such a baby, I might be a masochist. Maybe a passive aggressive masochist? I want to be hurt, but am going to complain about it? Anyway, my point was that BJJ makes me a nicer person, and I look forward to training this week since I didn't get to go last week.

The dreamcicle AR is coming along. I had to order a couple parts, that should arrive in a week or two. The lower kit installed easily enough, and was actually easier then I thought. I think I will go with a standard 5.56 upper. That way I can use matching PMags from Magpul (Incidentally, I would love to work for this company. Anyone know anybody who works there?).

I have several pictures I need to take. Two knives, a shotgun, and some old circuit boards I think would make neat macro images. Maybe combine the knives and the boards together. Tattoo is healed (mostly). The peony is still peeling a bit, but has turned more blue. It will need a touchup, but that should be quick, and I will probably have that done when I start the other work. (Down the road, but hopefully this year).

Passed on a pistol

2008-07-14T09:34:00.002-05:00

Contrary to popular belief, I'm not made of money. Shocking I know, but I do like to save my pennies for fun things like guns and knives. So, I was very tempted at the Police store on Friday. They had a trade in Smith & Wesson Model 10-5 (a 4 inch .38 Special revolver). I evaluated it based on Xavier's guide lines, and think it was slightly overpriced. Not horribly, and I was still tempted, but I walked away. They wanted $249 for it, and while it locked up tight, the holster wear was a bit much. At $199 I probably would have scooped it up.

I haven't started putting together the AR lowers yet. I 'm goign to start with the Dreamsicle AR first. I'm tempted to pay the $200 tax and make it a SBR (Short Barrel Rifle), so I can put an upper with a barrel less then 16 inches, but want to wait a bit and see if I like it or want to trade it away.

Ink is finished, I'm still pretty sore, but it looks great.

The day after ...

2008-07-11T07:31:00.002-05:00

Yesterday's post was way too morose. I will post it later after editing. So, I think I might have become a lightweight. Not in actual weight, but rather in drinking, eating, and smoking.

Last night we went to Hudson's on the Bend for dinner, to celebrate my 33rd trip around the sun. It was scrumptious. I started with the seared Fois Gras. If I ever have to pick a least bite to eat on this planet, hand me a plate of fois gras. For my main course, I had the Ribeye with Guajillo Sauce, and M had the chocolate espresso Elk backstrap. My steak was a bit tough, but flavorful. Her meat was perfect. With dinner, we had a bottle of Spellbound Petite Syrah. A light red, it balanced well with our dinner, as well as the Creme Brulee trio we had for dessert.

On our way home, we decided to look at TVs at Worstbuy. We want a new TV for our bedroom. I'm leaning towards a 42-46 inch LCD from Samsung, but we shall see.

When we got home I lit up a cigar. Last night saw me smoking the Padron 1926 Serie 2. A 5.5 inch box pressed belicoso. It was nice and spicy, and matched well with my Vanwinkle Bourbon. All of that led me to take a couple gas-ex pills and hit the rack around 10:00. I was done.

Back in the saddle agaaaaaiiinn!

2008-07-07T11:50:00.003-05:00

Back from a little vacation (Holiday to my foreign reader), and I must say I am refreshed. I cheated a little, I took my Blackberry, but only read emails didn't respond. We flew to Minneapolis, spent a couple days just North of the Twin Cities, then went up to Duluth for a couple days. Cruised around Lake Superior, then back down to Shafer, MN until flying back to Austin on Saturday. I must say, the weather was awesome. I could get used to it, but then again the winters would be brutal. Training while I was gone was lackluster. I didn't try and hit any BJJ gyms while I vacationed (I wanted to let the new tat heal). I'm going to hit it hard this week, I need to drop the 4 lbs I put back on, then go in for color on the tattoo on Sunday. A full review and detail will be available once the color is healed. Suffice it to say, that at this time I am extremely happy.

A couple pictures here, more on the flickr page.

I picked these. Nuttnbunny made them into Strawberry brandy. They help her get through those cold cold winters.

Sparkler boy, before the tragic incident with the sparkle down the boot.

I think next year will be more fun for him, he will be able to stay up later and not get as cranky.

Watermelon Salad

2008-06-19T21:00:00.004-05:00

On the fruit hierarchy chart, watermelon is near the top. Not the tip top, that is saved for the President of Fruits, the Peach. Directly under the Peach is the pineapple (consider it the Secretary of Defense), then the watermelon (Secretary of the Interior maybe?). Anyway, there is very little that beats a slice of cold watermelon on a hot day. However, it lacks a certain sophistication. Enter watermelon salad.

Watermelon Salad with Cracked Pepper Vinaigrette

4 cups watermelon - cubed
4 ribs celery - diced
1/2 cup red onions - diced (I used a full cup)
1/2 cup feta cheese (not the block)
1/2 cup Cracked Pepper Vinaigrette (I Used Cookwell & Co.)
Pinch Fresh cracked black pepper (to taste)
Pinch Grey salt (Flake Sea salt can be substituted)

Add together, chill, then serve.

Peaks and valleys

2008-06-16T21:05:00.004-05:00

Light blogging lately. I could blame the heat, or work, but the reality is, I just haven't had a muse. I started this blog as a way to vent, but had an epiphany. Alcoholics would call it a moment of clarity. I don't have a ton to complain about. This isn't to say, that I can't complain, but the reality is, that compared to 99% of the people in the world I have it easy.

I don't want to go off on too much of a tangent, because like all things my life is peaks and valleys. Some days are great, some days are less so. My BJJ class is a great example. In the last 3 classes I have had a frustrating day, and two good days. Dwelling on the positive, the class Saturday and tonight were in my mind my best classes in awhile. Twice I hit submissions that I hadn't been able to finish previously ( The Biggie Slicer ), and I even was able to tap one of the stronger more seasoned blue belt with an ankle lock. Of course, he then tapped me twice, but baby steps.

My FIL is going in for surgery this week, so I will miss class on Wednesday, but will be there on Saturday, then I'm off to get some new ink.

BTW, this isn't only a BJJ blog. I do talk about other things. Look for a nice Summertime salad recipe coming soon, and maybe a new knife review. Also, I'm shortly going to start another AR-15 build.

"And them Limey eyes they were eyin' the prize some people call manly footwear"

2008-05-31T16:35:00.002-05:00

A little tip of the hat to Gary P. Nunn for the blog title. I lifted it from his song "London Homesick Blues".

Some of my readers may recall, that we (that is, my big-sis and I) took a trip down to Mercedes, Texas back in January. Nuttnbunny wanted to get some new boots, and to be honest, I was ready for a new pair myself (not that the others are worn out - I just wanted new). Fast forward to Friday, when I walked in the door, and found that they had arrived.

A square toe, but not too square. Natural sole, 13 inch upper, toast remuda, and a chocolate shark counter. Pretty snazzy if I do say so myself. I need to find a belt to match, and I will be set.

I'm turning Blue!

2008-05-19T08:42:00.003-05:00

Actually, I turned blue on Saturday. Not from being choked (although we worked on chokes for a long time), but rather after getting beaten up by Travis Tooke for 5 minutes, he and my coach promoted me to BJJ Blue Belt.

Roy Harris (BJJ Blackbelt under Joe Moreira) wrote an article, in which he described the BJJ Blue belt as "The belt of survival". In my own experience rolling with new blue belts, and in my discussion with new blues, I agree, but for a different reason. Roy believes that the blue belt is learning to escape from bad positions. That may be the case, but it also becomes a target. Advanced white belts see you as a target. They think if I can tap this guy, my coach will see i'm ready to advance. Other blue belts want to see what you are made of, and purple belts want to make sure they keep you in your place.

I think Ebby Calvin LaLoosh said it best in Bull Durham "I'm just happy to be here, and I hope I can help the ballclub."

A quick note on the injury front. Ribs are healing, although I still can't upa 100%. I also dislocated another toe on Saturday. This time, the ring toe (is that accurate? the 4th toe on my left foot). I popped it back in and kept going, then buddy taped it later. The wifey was disgusted by it, as it kinda looked mangled and turned strange colors, but it barely hurts.

Quick humor

2008-05-14T15:58:00.003-05:00

Graph Jam is the thinking person's Lolcats. Essentially they use graphs to explain songs, and other bits of life.

Guess who likes sleeping in his own bed?

2008-05-04T21:04:00.003-05:00

This guy! Back from Vegas on Thursday (technically it was Friday morning). I managed to get dressed for work on Friday, and packed for BJJ in Dallas on Saturday. I worked through lunch and left a couple minutes early for Dallas. Weighed in at the tournament (231.7 - damn, still a super heavyweight) then off to Love field to pick up my Big Sis - NuttnBunny the crafty knitting queen.

From there we got checked into the Hotel, and after solving only a few problems (she not me) we went to dinner. I always forget how snooty Big D can be. Not that I minded, as we were Rico Suave, but still it ain't Austin. Brisket tacos at Mia's. Awesome. Queso at Mia's. Bleh. It might be the first time anyone put Chicken stock in queso. Bad things man.

Back to the hotel, where I had an "interesting" conversation with a hotel employee. Seems they were having a prom there. Parking was insane. After we dropped off The behemoth, I forgot I left a pistol in the vehicle. When I explained I needed to grab something, the guy who was helping us said he would just go grab whatever it was. I explained that the something I forgot was a pistol, and I would prefer to grab it myself. The look on his face was priceless. Needless to say, he showed me to my truck and I secured it myself.

BJJ tournament the next day was a big let down. The tournament was well run (except for this odd 45 minute rambling rules speech/rant the owner went on). Rather, my performance was a letdown. I lost to a guy who was much better then most intermediate guys I have rolled with in No-gi, and may or may not run a gym *coughsandbaggercough*. In Gi my performance was a little better, I couldn't finish my triangle choke and lost on points, then was injured during my second match (I didn't think I had a second match) when a rib popped out of socket. When my competitor slid up into a high Kesa Gatame right over the rib, I tapped. A little ice and an Aleve/Advil cocktail and it was fine. Still a bit sore, but manageable. I'm going to tape it for Wednesday, and we will see how things go.

Monday starts me eating right again. I took a two day break, but am back on it. Salad for lunch then Buffalo Tenderloin steaks, salad, and fresh fruit.

Greetings from beautiful Las Vegas

2008-04-29T01:42:00.003-05:00

It was an uneventful flight, which is honestly the best kind. Checked in, the booth was coing along nicely, and they didn't need or desire my input. Excellent says I, lets go hit the tables. Hmm, on second thought, lets follow-up on the 20 VM & emails you received.

Professional me wins again. Two conference calls, one build, and a couple emails later I am done. I decided to grab a late lunch then head up to the room again. Around 5ish I caught a cab to Marc Laimon's BJJ gym. I was early, and didn't bring a Gi, so just hungout and watched the Gi class (taught by Simpson Go). Even just watching I caught a couple cool techniques.

After the Gi class, Marc showed up and taught the No-Gi class. I'm not sure why that surprised me, but it did. He seemed like a nice guy, introduced himself to me, then class got started. I was a bit surprised that they don't really have a warmup (formal or otherwise). He immediately launched into techniques. These included a good arm lockup for defending the arm bar, the stacking defense, and a slip defense - this was new to me slipping the leg, and then pushing your shoulders to the floor (might get you mounted but at least not armbarred). He also covered the hitchhiker escape, which was most recently used by Rich Franklin against Travis Lutter.

After technique, he paired us up, and we rolled for roughly 8 minutes. The first guy I rolled with was a stalemate (although I dominated him positionally). The second guy tapped me with a neck crank/jaw crush when he couldn't sink the choke. It worked, and was legal, but seemed cheap (might be sour grapes on my part). The dropin price is $40 and includes a Tshirt (which was of questionable quality). Next time, I will try Extreme Couture, to see the difference.

No pictures, because I already had too much stuff to pack. Instead, here are some pics from my hike around the Pennybacker Bridge in Austin.

Vegas ... again, and a new toy.

2008-04-23T10:09:00.005-05:00

Just got word that I will be in Vegas again next week (For Interop). Current plan is arrive on Monday and leave on Thursday. Hopefully I will get to wrestle a bit while there. May try to hit Marc Laimon's gym (Cobra Kai) as I leave for Dallas on Friday (NAGA BJJ tournament).

Last time I went to Vegas, I ended up a couple hundred dollars up. That coupled with my winning the office March Madness pool, bought me a new CZ 452 (the .22 bolt action rifle). No pictures yet, but I will add them when I get home. For some reason, work frowns on me bringing my rifles in for a photo shoot. Something about playing with my camera vs working. Phillistines.

*Edit* No pictures. I couldn't get them to come out properly. I will try again this afternoon.

Pineapple salsa

2008-04-22T08:28:00.002-05:00

Hammer posted a couple recipes for Salsa, and I wanted to add my favorite as well. Pineapple Salsa. It's sweet, hot, and good. I love hot food. Not spicey, but hot. To that end, I often have to make my own salsa (technically I don't have to, I just prefer to). Salsa is generally an easy thing to make. Good ingredients will almost guarantee a good product.

Fresh ingredients
1 fresh Pineapple - cored then cubed
2 Habaneros - chopped
4 Jalapenos - chopped
4 Serranos - chopped
1/2 Red Onion - chopped
4 Green Onions - diced
1 bunch Cilantro (sub mint if you don't like Cilantro) - rough chopped

Dry ingredients - all to taste
Fresh ground black pepper
Pinch of good salt
Chipotle powder
Ancho powder
Comino
Cayenne
Chilepitin

Throw this all in the food processor, and process until you reach your desired consistency. Serve cold.

Dreaming of ink

2008-04-21T22:39:00.004-05:00

Good thing this is an anon blog (and my In-laws are part of the computer illiterati). I'm planning some new ink. More specifically, I am going to coverup my old tat with a new bigger more colorful more artsy image. Much bigger, but still only an upper bicep shoulder/shoulder blade thing.

Here is a bit of a tease:

Not exactly, but that will be the general theme (and more color). Many years later, I will add a Foo Dog on the other side. The coverup is part of the this year plan (as a celebration for hitting my weight goal - and hopefully the revised lower weight goal). The Foo is part of the 10 year plan. Unless it isn't. =)

Happy Ammo Supply Day!

2008-04-15T18:35:00.004-05:00

Yep, for everyone else, April 15th is tax day, but not for me. You see, everyone else's taxes go towards various pork funds, or paying welfare, or various other bits of governmental waste and mismanagement. My taxes, however, pay for ammo for the Marines. Before you get all crazy, no I don't make enough to pay for practice ammo for ALL the Marines. It should however pay for at least a couple days worth of happy bang bang fun for at least a couple of them. Depending on ammo costs, maybe even a squad.

I know, you are thinking "How did he get so lucky? Why do I have to pay for some Crack Ho's latest precious snowflake when he gets to buy ammo for Marines?" Simple, I called it first. You can claim your own version if you want. Simply post it. Stop buying needles for junkies, and buy ammo or support the arts, or whatever else you prefer. All you have to do, is claim it (heck you could even do it in my comments section).

Incidentally, my runner up to ammo for the Marines, was a grant for the US Olympic team (Specifically the Judo team or the Shooting team).

It definitely makes it easier when you see that bite the .Gov takes.

Soylent green redux.

2008-04-14T18:29:00.002-05:00

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I don't know if it is my job (dis)Satisfaction or my cutting weight, but I find it hilarious to tell people to "Eat me".

The company I work for is run by idiots.

2008-04-07T12:48:00.004-05:00

I work for a tech company, which in and of itself is nice. Decent pay, a good product (for the most part), and good co-workers. Unfortunately, our management group would have to flip a coin, when presented with the age old question "Your ass, or a hole in the ground?"

I know sales people complaining about management is nothing new, but let me put it into perspective. I just got my 2008 Comp plan. Today. Our fiscal year runs from January 1st to December 31st. That means, that I worked the first quarter of the year, without any idea of my variable compensation. Their excuse? We were working on commissions from last year. Which they paid two weeks late. Right. Nobody in upper management sees this as an issue.

I think it is time for me to start circulating the resume, because this job has jumped the shark.

Jittery much?

2008-04-04T15:00:00.000-05:00

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Things that sound dirty, but aren't.

2008-03-29T13:01:00.004-05:00

Ever notice, that sometimes things that are completely normal can sound dirty? Sometimes a bleep is all it takes to make something inappropriate, even when the word that is bleeped is innocent.

For example, Bleeping the word Counting.

Quick update

2008-03-19T11:05:00.003-05:00

BJJ 3 times a week combined with cardio and kettlebells has my weight slightly below the 250 mark. This is the lightest I have been in probably 12 years, which will hopefully be beneficial as I have NAGA coming up in Dallas on May 3rd. I will be competing in both Gi & no-Gi, so it should be fun.

I'm heading to Vegas for Datacenter World on April 1st. This is a quick trip (coming back on the 2nd), so I won't be able to do any training while I am there. If I was staying one night longer, I was going to try and hit Randy Couture's gym ($25 mat fee for all day public training - not bad).

Knees are a bit sore, as we worked heelhooks, toe holds, kneebars, regular foot locks (and the escapes for each) on Monday. For a warmup we started takedowns - single leg, double leg, ankle picks, arm drags, and then a little Judo (I mainly used Osoto Gari). Starting slowly to get moving then upping the intensity as we got warm. A couple weeks ago, I added a multivitamin that includes Glucosamine & Chondroiten, and it makes a huge difference. It was easier to make the penetrating step for the double leg, and my knees didn't scream like the normally do (sore is good, screaming joints that can barely support you is bad).

Texas is a state of mind. Texas is an obsession. Above all, Texas is a nation in every sense of the word. - Steinbeck

2008-03-02T08:39:00.002-06:00

"If a man's from Texas, he'll tell you. If he's not, why embarrass him by asking?" - John Gunther

On this date, March 2, 1836, 60 Texans signed the Texas Declaration of Independence, and officially created the Great Republic of Texas. While this Declaration was being officially made, William Travis, Jim Bowie, and Davy Crockett were besieged within the Alamo. Four days later (March 6, 1836), the Alamo fell.

While historians will continue to argue about the Alamo, and the military significance of attempting to hold the fort, we do know that the death of the Alamo defenders along with the Massacre at Goliad on March 27th became a rallying cry for the Texas troops at the Battle of San Jacinto, when Texas forces led by Sam Houston captured and defeated General Santa Anna.

Ten years later, the fledgling Republic joined the United States of America. While the Republic of Texas may have had a relatively short run as an Independent Nation, the words written then, still bear repeating.

"When a government has ceased to protect the lives, liberty and property of the people, from whom its legitimate powers are derived, and for the advancement of whose happiness it was instituted, and so far from being a guarantee for the enjoyment of those inestimable and inalienable rights, becomes an instrument in the hands of evil rulers for their oppression.

When the Federal Republican Constitution of their country, which they have sworn to support, no longer has a substantial existence, and the whole nature of their government has been forcibly changed, without their consent, from a restricted federative republic, composed of sovereign states, to a consolidated central military despotism, in which every interest is disregarded but that of the army and the priesthood, both the eternal enemies of civil liberty, the everready minions of power, and the usual instruments of tyrants.

When, long after the spirit of the constitution has departed, moderation is at length so far lost by those in power, that even the semblance of freedom is removed, and the forms themselves of the constitution discontinued, and so far from their petitions and remonstrances being regarded, the agents who bear them are thrown into dungeons, and mercenary armies sent forth to force a new government upon them at the point of the bayonet.

When, in consequence of such acts of malfeasance and abdication on the part of the government, anarchy prevails, and civil society is dissolved into its original elements. In such a crisis, the first law of nature, the right of self-preservation, the inherent and inalienable rights of the people to appeal to first principles, and take their political affairs into their own hands in extreme cases, enjoins it as a right towards themselves, and a sacred obligation to their posterity, to abolish such government, and create another in its stead, calculated to rescue them from impending dangers, and to secure their future welfare and happiness."

"These, and other grievances, were patiently borne by the people of Texas, untill they reached that point at which forbearance ceases to be a virtue. We then took up arms in defence of the national constitution. We appealed to our Mexican brethren for assistance. Our appeal has been made in vain. Though months have elapsed, no sympathetic response has yet been heard from the Interior. We are, therefore, forced to the melancholy conclusion, that the Mexican people have acquiesced in the destruction of their liberty, and the substitution therfor of a military government; that they are unfit to be free, and incapable of self government.

The necessity of self-preservation, therefore, now decrees our eternal political separation.

We, therefore, the delegates with plenary powers of the people of Texas, in solemn convention assembled, appealing to a candid world for the necessities of our condition, do hereby resolve and declare, that our political connection with the Mexican nation has forever ended, and that the people of Texas do now constitute a free, Sovereign, and independent republic, and are fully invested with all the rights and attributes which properly belong to independent nations; and, conscious of the rectitude of our intentions, we fearlessly and confidently commit the issue to the decision of the Supreme arbiter of the destinies of nations."

I think Davy Crockett said it best. "You may all go to Hell, and I will go to Texas. "

10% less of me

2008-02-26T08:31:00.002-06:00

I'm still me, but there is 10% less then there was 6 weeks ago. Slowly but surely I have been watching what I eat and excercising more (running and kettlebells). This has allowed me to cut roughly 24 pounds.

I'm still not "slim" by any stretch of the imagination, but if everything goes right, I should break 260 this week. Not bad overall. The main reason I did this, is my quest for my BJJ Blue Belt.

What I found, is that my coach teaches a faster style of BJJ, while my style is more methodical and crushing. To continue to improve, I try to take myself out of a comfort zone, and try and play a smaller man's BJJ game. This includes fighting off my back more (which most big guys are loathe to do), and trying to play a faster attacking style (like Marcelo Garcia). While I will never be as good as Marcelo, I do like to use some of his techniques to finish. To that end, the easiest way to get faster, is for there to be less of me overall. Interestingly enough, this has allowed me to make significant progress in the dojo, and I finally feel comfortable wearing a 4 stripe white belt. I'm giving the blue belts in our class trouble, and even surprised Dave (our Brown belt teacher) with a back roll sweep.

While I'm thinking about it, I should probably put a link up for Dave Thomas' new website BJJ Tech. He has both pictures and videos, as well as a fairly significant youtube selection of techniques. I like to read and watch these while on conference calls at work.

I want to make one thing clear, i'm not fixated on receiving a colored belt. I am fixated on improving, and receiving the blue belt will be proof that I have achieved that goal.

Scrreeech! Bang ... Bang!

2008-02-13T07:31:00.002-06:00

Alternate title:

My trucks rear bumper > 1987 Buick Centuries front end.

So, there I was on Loop 360, light was green, but traffic was a bit backed up. I stopped, the Buick behind me stopped fairly close, but I thought to myself "Self that F150 is coming pretty fast." Screech, bang into the Buick, which then launched itself into my truck.

We pull off the road, and the F150 is a young guy. He is fine, but sputtering cause of the airbags. Lady in the Buick is actually a Little Old Lady and she is scared. Her Buick just got crunched between two trucks, and she is a little dazed. Young guy and I open her door, but ask her to stay in the car as she said her neck hurt. I call 911 (I was the most coherent of the three - nobody else stopped), I answer a couple questions, and they dispatch a couple fire trucks and EMS.

Fire sweeps everything up (no leaking fluids), she talks to EMS for awhile but refuses treatment. Police arrive, we fill out the correct forms. They help the old lady, as she is a bit confused. Turns out she is 91, and as she says "I've been driving since I was 12, and this is the first time I've had an accident. I don't know what to do." Everyone is cool, nobody is angry.

The young guy is apologizing, and I notice he has burns on his hands from the airbag. I ask if he is ok, when he says "Yeah, I been hit by so many bombs while I was in Iraq this is nothing. I'm just sorry you guys messed up your cars."

All in all, everyone was OK, and everyone drove off. It's interesting the things you learn about people on the side of the road. Everyone shared a little bit. Heck, even the cop volunteered that he was back on the streets after something like 15 years with SWAT & Counter terrorism.

Truck needs a new bumper, but his insurance will pay for it. I'm betting they total out the Buick, probably hose the old lady. Hope she keeps driving though. She was a tough one. Only time she complained was when she realized her icecream was melting.

It has been suggested that I get a bumper like this:

That might be a bit much, but we shall see.

Soylent Green is People!!!!

2008-01-29T20:59:00.000-06:00

74%

I have lots of posts formulating in my noggin. A book review, a new firearm, a trip to buy boots, a BJJ post, and even a work related trip to the somewhat frozen tundra, but of all those little tasty bits, a cannibalism button bubbled up. Would that be considered survival of the fittest?

The Album cover meme

2008-01-14T20:17:00.000-06:00

I enjoy a meme every now and then, and this one was entertaining. I originally saw it at The Breda Fallacy, but she apparently grabbed it from several other people.

The Album Meme
Here’s how it goes. You are about to have your own band’s CD cover. Follow these directions to the letter. It’s fun and requires no thought at all. Go to……
1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first article title on the page is the name of your band.
2. http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.
3. http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/
The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.
4. Use your graphics program of choice to throw them together, and post the result in your own journal because it’s more amusing that way.

Here's mine:

Starting off the New Year ...

2008-01-02T08:07:00.000-06:00

Well, every year I make a couple New Year Resolutions (I don't really think of them as New Year's Eve resolutions, as I need to think about them for a couple days).

This year, I resolve to:

1. Be positive - I tend to focus on the negative, but I will try and be more positive this year then I was last year.

2. Eat healthier - I'm not talking about the severely restricted diet I did for 8 weeks last year, but I am talking about smaller portions and more veggies.

3. Take more walks - I don't think I take advantage of this enough. Walks are both enjoyable and good for you. Win win in my book.

OK. Now that I got that out of the way, I wanted to add a quick update. BJJ has been fun lately, I think I may have broken through my plateau. Over the holidays, I went and rolled with a purple belt in SWMBO's home town. He gave me a couple pointers, and lots of compliments. Specifically my arm bar defense and really most of my submission defenses were good. I even managed to pass his guard a couple of times (one time it seemed like he let me so I don't know how much was me vs him). My coach said the same thing recently, so maybe I can hit my Blue belt in the next 6 months.

NuttNbunny & one of her friends are coming to visit on the 11th, we are flying down to Harlingen to have some boots made. I'm thinking brown and red or brown and orange. Still not 100% sure. I don't think I want anything crazy like SWMBO does, women can get away with that much more then men can. So, what's the craziest pair of boots you have seen/owned/worn?

A new link, but no nostalgic 2007 stuff from me.

2007-12-31T10:32:00.000-06:00

Everyone always gets nostalgic on New Years Eve, but I refuse. Instead, I offer a new blog I recently re-discovered. When your only tool is a Hammer . Guns, animals, and a family nearly as dysfuntional as my own. What's not to like?

Holidaze were good, we spent most of the time at the In-laws, and that was relaxing (mostly). As usual I ate way too much food, but that was expected. Before we left, we buried Memo's ashes. His urn is at the foot of a Sycamore tree, next to a palmetto. Not sure it made us feel any better about it, but time may help. I think we are going to plant a rosemary bush near him.

I guess a little nostalgia. We miss you buddy.

He was a wise man who invented beer. - Plato

2007-12-21T10:35:00.001-06:00

As promised, a beer review. One of the things that goes well with chili, is beer. I was roaming around my local liquor store, trying to figure out what I wanted, when it hit me (figurativly of course). Beer, but not just any beer, but Good beer!

Down the beer aisle I went. I saw lots of choices, but was really in the mood for a good ale. Something that has the body and the flavor to go up against chili. In the end, I decided on the Bootlegger Brown Ale by Independance Brewing Company.

The marketing blurb on this one reads "Smooth, chocolatey, and easy-drinking... Bootlegger Brown Ale won't slow you down. Brewed with the finest two-row barley and Belgium chocolate malt, Bootlegger has a distinctive, chocolatey flavor. Bootlegger is filtered for a medium body and clean, laid-back finish."

It did have hints of chocolate, but I think it had a bit more caramel flavor. I served it well chilled, but I think it was better after it warmed a bit. It didn't form much of a head (maybe the way I poured it?), but the aromatics were still nice. All in all, I consider it a nice malty caramel goodness. Probably better on a colder day, but still a quality beer.

Cooking chili

2007-12-16T14:09:00.000-06:00

Well, let me be honest, this isn't 100% about cooking chili, I also took some pictures (shocking I know).

First, the chili. A TRUE bowl of Texas Red is a thing of beauty, but let me be clear about one thing. Beans need not apply for a position within my chili. I did use three different kinds of animal however. Ground pork (a little over a pound), two kinds of beef (ground and stew chunks, and ground bison). A total of 7 pounds of meat, 3 pounds of tomatoes (rotel, whole, etc), and varies and sundry spices came together into a combination that can only be described as orgasmic. Not too hot, for the wifey, but with a pleasant kick. Enough to make you sweat, but not make the mouth burn.

Also, a new tool. While out Xmas shopping, we had to pop into Lowes to return a Christmas tree stand we bought (already had one, but it was a bit wonky - turns out it was operator error). While there, I decided to look at the tools, mainly because I heard of this newish wundertool called a fubar. The rumors where true, this thing was made from pure awesome. I bought one for me, and one for Nuttnbunnies hubby for his Xmas gift.

I also bought BBQ sauce for Seattle Sis' husband. Not going to post what I got her, as she tends to read here, but I think she will like it. Next post will be a beer review.

I got the Xmas shopping blues.

2007-12-08T23:16:00.000-06:00

Actually I don't, but I did knock out a significant portion of it today. The last couple days stores have been insane. I drive a truck. A big black truck, and yet to some it has become invisible. I pulled into a lot on Friday, and a woman driving on the wrong side of the road got mad at me because I wouldn't move. I yelled at another guy in the parking lot, because he almost ran over me and a little old couple while backing out. Apparently it's ok to blindly throw your car into gear while simultaneously talking on the phone and pulling out into a cross walk. Who knew?

One thing I do to calm myself (other then yelling at the evil doers), is listen to a little relaxing music. So, next time you get a little tense, check out Andy McKee.

Back from the frozen North.

2007-11-28T08:24:00.000-06:00

Well, we have been back for a couple days. Travel wasn't bad, we left very early on Wednesday, then came backl on Saturday so we would have one day to relax (a vacation from our vacation). Seeing the family was fun, I think the littles had a good time playing with everyone. Took lots of pictures, here's Z doing his best Sexiest Man Alive pose.

It snowed off and on while we were there, which was a nice change of pace. My favorite part, was when Moonpie (my niece) pointed at a snowflake and said "It's snowing right there!"

Took some pics at Franconia Sculpture Park as well. but mostly artsy stuff rather then large sculpture pics.

Anyway, a couple days off definately put me in a better frame of mind. Might need to look into regular vacations to battle burnout.

Anybody else due for a vacation?

2007-11-19T23:16:00.001-06:00

I have roughly 130 hours of vacation saved up. I can earn a maximum of 96 hours a year. A little South Georgia math says I didn't take many days off this year. I figure 3 when we went to Seattle, and 1 when I went teal hunting pretty much covers it.

It isn't like I love my job or anything, it just seems that the sales role doesn't really let you take normal vacation. I'm about to the point that I wish they would just pay me for it (they wont - I tried), since I stand to lose a chunk come January 1. Then again, maybe I should take 4 days around Xmas. Lord knows I have been in a funk. Heck, the last time I took off more then a day around the end of the year (a huge deal in the sales world), was 1999.

Oh well, the last thing people want to read is someone b&ming about their job. I need to find something that pisses me off, at the very least something I can work up a righteous indignation about. Stay tuned, at the very least, I have pictures of knives and cigars. That should cause at least one person to despise me, non?

Custom knives, Ashton ESG, & an Opus X. My righteous indignation settles into dull contentment.

RIP Memo.

2007-11-13T12:23:00.000-06:00

I got the call this morning. Turns out Memo was hit by a car on Friday. He was taken to a local vet clinic, but he didn't make it. It's amazing the effect pets have on your life. I'm 32 years old, 6'4 and well over 200 lbs, but I was bawling like a little baby. We always knew it was possible, but had been holding out hope that a well meaning person had taken him in.

He was a good cat, and was a character from day one. He was named Memorial because we actually got him on Memorial day. My wife and I had gone to the grocery, and it was hot. I bet the temperature was around 98-99 and very humid. As we left the store, we passed a woman who had a big rubbermaid container. She asked us if we wanted a kitten. Turns out, she had 6 kittens in this big container, and she kept the top on it to keep them from jumping out.

Since it was so hot, she kept pouring water over the kittens, essentially basting them. We played with them for a few seconds, and walked over to the truck. Once we got everything loaded, M gave me the look I knew was coming. So, we drove over and parked near the woman, and M went to pick out the one she wanted. Two seconds later she is back in the truck with what could only be described as a wet grey fuzzball. We were concerned about the kitten, so I kicked the AC on high, and held him in front of the vent. He immediately stretched all four legs out, to maximize his cooling.

Once he cooled down, he curled up into a little ball and rode snuggled up to her neck until we got him.

That same night, he proved his bravery by attacking my dogs. I have big dogs. Well, one big and one regular sized. My Ridgeback weighs around 110 lbs, and my dalmation is around 60. Both of them sleep at the end of our bed. Turns out Memo had decided this was his space, and was going to defend it. He puffed himself up as big as he could get and took a run at Jack the ridgeback. This cat didn't even weigh half a pound, and he want right after an animal that was easily 200x his weight. When Jack didn't react to his charge, Memo leapt up, and scratched him on both sides of his face, then bolted underneath the bed. Jack was shocked. I was shocked, and Memo was victorious. To add insult to injury, he would periodically attack from under the bed, mostly when the dogs were just falling asleep.

Once he had put the fear of cat into the dogs, he crawled up onto M's neck, and started nursing at the collar of her nightgown. The dogs refused to get back in their beds, and this little ball of fluff, and piss, & vinegar solidified his hold on our house and hearts forever.

I have other stories, but don't want to use them all up. Memorial Faye (everyone needs a middle name when you are yelling at them) you will be missed.

Crap.

2007-11-10T21:10:00.000-06:00

Our cat Memo (Memorial) has been gone for 2 days now. It isn't looking good as to his return, since he is usually very punctual. We already contact the animal shelters, and are putting up fliers tomorrow. This will be tough, as he has lots of character. I wish we could have kept him inside 100%, but he would have been miserable.

Crap.

Failing in my duties.

2007-11-02T19:20:00.000-05:00

So, it's been two weeks since I last posted (plus or minus anyway), but I just haven't found my muse. I was in NYC, and have some cool artsy pictures, but can't make up my mind on which way I want to go with them. I have some stories about riding in cabs, but can't flesh them out either.

Hmm. I did go see a movie, but it was just OK. I was definitely hoping for more. 30 Days of Night should have been fantastic. Anytime you have vampires and guns it should be cinematic gold, alas not so with this one. It just. Kinda. Dragged. Which is sad for a horror flick. Plus the hero archetype makes a dumb move. I won't spoil it, but I think they could have saved the day with a moderately accurate rifle (they don't have any of those in Alaska, do they?) and a little patience.

On another note, the back is 100% pain free, which is always a plus. At least until I go to class tomorrow, and then a Bullshido throwdown. (A word of caution about the previous link. Bullshido is not for the faint of heart. In all likely hood you will get offended by someone there. Especially if you take TKD.)

Here's a portrait of the artist as a blurry camera (aka a pseudo self portrait) to tide you over until I can figure out what angle I want to go with my NYC pics.

My ADD is firing, or random strings of thoughts.

2007-10-22T07:43:00.000-05:00

This weekend I missed the Thrilla wit Walrilla, because I had a BJJ seminar. The only thing that keeps that from being extremely nerdy, is the fact that I had prepaid. Instead of being nerdy, I was frugal. I don't know if that is any better.

We have a Ping Pong table at work. I recently went to Academy, because we needed some ping pong balls. Did you know they have different ratings? Apparently a match isn't sanctioned if you don't use a 3 star or better ball. I wonder if they have a guy who tests these to determine the correct rating. Do you think he goes to parties, and tells people he is a pingpong ball quality rater? If he does, does anyone believe him?

When I go to parties I often tell people I am the Editor in Chief for Alpaca Monthly. Depending on the crowd, I might tell them I'm thinking of diversifying into Hamster farming, as the Alpaca market is too cyclical.

The first person to invent a bed that stays cool all night long (not a waterbed), will make a Million dollars. Heck, even a stay cool pillow would be choice.

I took a first aid/CPR class last week, since my certification had expired. I think receiving CPR would hurt like a mofo, but probably not as much as dieing.

As it gets cooler, the building I work in cranks up the heat. I think they hate long sleeve clothes.

Damn McDonald's and their silly Monopoly game. I know I won't win, but it got me addicted to their fries again. Their fries are what we consider "Awesome".

I'm off to NYC tomorrow. I want to bring my camera, but can't figure out how to do it without looking like a tourist. Maybe I should just suck it up and look like a tourist.

Well, that is about it. A quick stream of conscious excercise. Sometimes it helps to give in to the stream for abit, so that I can get back to what I need to do. Well, at least I didn't use an elipsys.

Post Secret and a visitor.

2007-10-15T19:36:00.000-05:00

Picked up the newest Post Secret Book today. If you haven't read/heard of them before, it started off as a project by Frank Warren. He asked people anonymously send their deepest secrets to him via postcard. Some are uplifting, some or extremely depressing, and some are even creepy. Reading them, I feel a bit voyeuristic. Almost like I will get busted reading them at any minute.

Also, my big sis Nuttnbunny was down for a visit. We did a bit of shopping, ate entirely too much Sushi, and visited a really cool new Wine Bar named Fion (No website yet, but that was a link to more info). It wasn't snooty at all, and Josh the owner is a very friendly guy. I had a Syrah wine flight ($12 for 3 glasses), plus they have desserts which I shouldn't eat. They also offer a nice cigar selection if you want, but only allow smoking outdoors [sarcasm]thanks Austin/Lakeway city council[/sarcasm]. Haven't smoked any cigars lately, as it has been too hot, but as it cools down, I might have to grab a bourbon and a smoke and go soak in the hottub. Cliche I know, but take your relaxation when you can.

Not much picture taking this weekend, but as I sort through what I uploaded last night, I may post a picture or two.

Four

2007-10-04T20:34:00.001-05:00

My 4th stripe on my belt. Each one of those was earned with blood, sweat, and even tears. Next one will be a blue belt. That scare the crap out of me. Heck, I'm not even sure I deserve this one. Not to mention I'm only about 50% right now, as I have an inflamed Sacroiliac Joint. The SI joint carries most of the bodies weight, and on some people it tends to get inflamed. They say the pain is similar to a bulged lumbar disk, I don't know what a bulged disc feels like, but I know this ain't a picnic.

I actually got the stripe on Wednesday, right after a chiropractor adjustment. Figures the day I'm having back/hip pain, we practice sprawls, takedowns, and pulling guard. Coach said you aren't training hard enough if you aren't constantly injured.

Goings on ...

2007-09-23T15:22:00.000-05:00

I've decided I use the ellipsis too much, but can't decide what I should use instead. The boss says complete sentences work nicely for most people, but what does she know?

I've gotten to the point where I am perpetually sore. BJJ keeps me fairly beaten up, and probably contributes the most, but it's the nagging injuries that bother me the most. Right now my right foot hurts. I played golf today, and probably overdid it a bit. Friday we went bowling, and then out to dinner to plan the first annual Austin PXTX (Practice Thanksgiving - blatantly stolen from NuttNbunny with no apologies offered).

So, PXTX is the chance for friends to get together and celebrate Thanksgiving with each other vs with their families. It's also the chance to practice these strange dishes you want to wow everyone with in a low stress environment. Our PXTX is set for the second weekend in November. I think it might be cutting it a bit close, but most of the other weekends are already taken. I'm responsible for the turkey (which will be fried), and the cranberries. We haven't really nailed down the rest of the parts yet, but hope to this week.

I also added a couple knives to the collection, but haven't taken pics of them yet. Plus, my new hog knife should be finished soon. I hope to book a hog hunt this Fall, but haven't found a place yet. I do have a lead, where you hunt hogs with a knife behind dogs. That should make some interesting blog material.

Finally, I will close out with some pics of the teal hunt. Actually, a couple sunset pics, since this was a morning hunt.

A link to the large size.

Weekend whirlwind

2007-09-10T07:31:00.000-05:00

It was a busy weekend around my casa. The inlaws where in town this weekend, which necesitated a cleaning frenzy not often seen around our house. It really wasn't that bad, especially since our housekeeper does the really hard work (mopping/vaccuming, dusting, & sheet changing). However, we did also clean out our office which was a bit of a chore, since I consider that my man cave.

Saturday had me going to the morning BJJ class. Excitement there, since we had a couple new guys, and hints of a possible 4th stripe for me. I have a seminar coming up in October, so I need to check and see if the NYC trip is going to happen.

After a shower and shave the previously mentioned in-laws arrived. After much discussion, we settled on meeting the BIL at an upscale version of BBQ. I say upscale, because the original Salt Lick BBQ is an all you can eat joint in Driftwood, Texas. This is a hoity toity version by the same name. In this case, I think I prefered the fancy version simply because I didn't feel like driving an extra hour and then waiting another 30 minutes for a table.

Sufficiently fed we decided to head back to the house to rest before heading out to the "Local Collegiate Sports Collective" or to those who live in Austin, The Texas Longhorns. The game was rough in the first half, but in the end the Longhorns dominated.

Sunday had everyone leaving, and copious amounts of fantasy football. Plus these really delicious Cheese and Bacon scones that my better half bought at Central Market. I think these might have been about 70000 calories a piece, as they were tasty, but any thoughts I had of watching my diet this weekend were blown by the new beverage I was drinking. Fresh squeezed OJ, good dark rum, ice, and blood orange Italian soda. Nice. No BJJ next Saturday, as I am going to try and hit opening teal season, so I think I will go to the MMA class tonight. Wish me luck.

I can't believe I ate the whole thing!

2007-09-01T18:29:00.000-05:00

Friday night we rounded up a couple of friends and went to the Brazilian Churrascaria Estancia. All I can say is WOW! We got there a little early, and while they were putting our table together we decided to have a drink at the bar. The selection of Bourbon could have been better, but the strength of the drinks was nice. They definitely didn't skimp on the alcohol. WHile waiting, they brought a basket of Cheese bread. Hot fresh bread with cheese melted on the inside. Delicious.

As our friends walked in the door, they whisked us away to our table, the restaurant was crowded, but not uncomfortably. We ordered wine and went and got our salads. Nothing revolutionary, but they did have a nice selection of heart of palm and other bits I don't eat (artichoke hearts etc).

After the salads, they brought fried yucca, seared plantains with carmelized sugar, more cheese bread. and garlic mashers. Then they started bringing meat. Sausage, pork ribs, bottom loin, top loin, filet mignon, lamb, chicken breast, and pork. All cooked to flavor (I assume they had welldone, I like it all rare).

After the meat, we decided on coffee and dessert. I of course went with the creme brulee, M went with the Mango Ice cream with Raspberry liquor. After composing ourselves and finishing off the rest of the second bottle of wine, we decided to head home. I'm still full.

Of heat & hate, a passive aggressive story of revenge

2007-08-19T15:19:00.000-05:00

IT'S HOT. Africa hot. Humid too. Reminds me of college, and the less then stellar dorm AC. It also reminds me of how I managed to sleep in the dorm apartments in the Summer when I had the douchebag party animals living above me.

I'm not the passive aggressive sort. In fact, most folks would generally call me aggressive (Side note, at work, I was voted most likely to have a nice twin - making me the evil one). However, back in college I found that sometimes it's better to use a little strategery vs a full frontal assault.

A bit of background. We lived in a pretty cush apartment on campus. Two guys, we each had our own bathroom and separate bedrooms, but shared a common kitchen and living room. I consider it dorm living at it's finest. We even had our own AC unit that the school paid for. We also lived on the ground floor. That was the flaw in our otherwise brilliant living arrangement. You see, we had a group of assholes who lived above us, and while we had things like class and work to deal with, they thought nothing of inviting their whole group likeminded jerks over to party beginning on Thursday, and lasting until Late Sunday.

Now, I have been known to drink my share. Back then I even would "party hardy" or some other such nonsense. I however tried to be considerate of my neighbors. I tried not to blast my stereo at o3:30 AM. I definitely didn't have parties so raucous that people would stand on my balcony and pee. The guys who lived above me had no such qualms. At first I tried to be nice. "Hey guys, would you mind being quieter?" They always would, for about 4 minutes. I tried a more straight forward approach, but I don't think they could hear my screaming. I even knocked on the door and told them in no uncertain terms to shut the fuck up.

Threats of violence usually worked, at least until the next night, so in a stroke of genius, I decided to start preempting their parties. You see, I have a basic understanding of how air conditioning works. I'm a big fan of it myself and tend to use it. Heavily. So, any time I overheard their plans for a big party, I would open my window, remove the screen, and cut the breaker to their condensing unit. (just a circuit breaker it's the first thing I would have checked) This act usually occurred somewhere around 4:00 on Friday afternoons. By the time their apartment started to get hot, the physical plant guys were already gone for the weekend. A trouble ticket was entered and they would get to it asap on Monday morning.

Nobody wanted to hang out at their apartment, because it would only blow hot air. Because of that, they decided to party at the frat house instead. Problem solved. Everyone is happy. Sunday night as I head off to sleep, I reach out the window and turn the breaker back on. Poof! Cold air starts blowing, and no problem when the physical plant guys show up on Monday morning.

I guess a full frontal assault isn't the only way to get things done.

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2007-08-16T13:01:00.000-05:00

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I like the Harry Potter series ...

2007-08-10T17:14:00.000-05:00

I like Harry Potter and I'm not afraid to say it. I originally started reading the series because SWMBO (AKA my beautiful wife) used/uses them in her classroom. I really enjoyed the stories, and immediately became hooked. It was however a bittersweet ending, since I was really looking forward to finding out what happens, but I didn't want the series to end.

I won't go into details, so we don't need any spoiler warnings, but I thought she really tied the books up nicely with the last one. I do hope that more stories are written about the characters introduced in the prologue, but if they aren't it would still be ok.

I know many folks think J.K. Rowling is a poor author, and that kids should be reading more literature or classics, but anything that gets kids reading is fine with me.

For those that are interested, I did all the sorting tests I could find online, and I almost always came out Gryffindor followed closely by Slytherin. SWMBO was always Gryffindor/Ravenclaw (but I suspect she cheated a bit).

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2007-08-09T15:41:00.001-05:00

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Hoplophobes are silly ...

2007-08-02T08:46:00.000-05:00

I often run across a tired meme from people who are afraid of weapons (and more specifically guns). That meme, is that "gun owners are compensating for something! *wink wink*".

Most recently I was stumbling through blogs when I ran across a woman who had a friend's boyfriend act like a jerk. (Long story short he was excited about getting a new pistol and pulled it out in front of a hoplophobe and her kid. He also made some factually incorrect statements about the pistol.) While what he did was indeed wrong (waving the gun around broke one of the 4 rules), the wailing and gnashing of teeth had less to do with his actions, and more to do with the inanimate object.

I stopped reading after a bit, because the vitriole was simply disgusting:

"He must have a small penis!"
"I hate guns!"
"You should get rid of [the woman] as a friend."
"Psycho!"
"You should report him to the police!"

It went on and on for 50+ posts.

I myself often carry a firearm around the house, and carrying a firearm around your own house (or a house of a friend if they allow it) is legal in all 50 states. The biggest difference, is most people wouldn't know I am carrying. I conceal it, and don't wave it around.

In the end, I didn't respond. It wasn't worth my time to try and convince them, but strangly enough Oleg Volk had a similar theme pop up on at least one of his forums.

His pictures tend to say it better then I can.

This image is copywritten by Oleg Volk. More can be seen at A Human Right.

"Feels so good feeling good again ..."

2007-07-29T16:17:00.000-05:00

Sometimes Robert Earl Keen says it soo much better then I can. Back from vacation with a better outlook on life. Not that my outlook was bad, but a week away from work was definitely needed. We flew out to Seattle, drank allot of beer, and ate allot of food, and generally enjoyed being away from everything.

We visited Whidbey Island and had lunch (I think the beer at this place was probably better then the food), toured all the little shops along the way, and generally had a good time. While on the island, we visited a winery. The whites they had were great, I wasn't as blown away by their reds, they weren't bad, just not fantastic.

We also went to the EMP (Experience Music Project). The EMP is essentially a big music museum built mostly with money from Paul Allen (Microsoft Co-founder). It was cool to see the exhibits, but a bit tiresome. Too many people, and a definite sensory overload. I did however enjoy it, I just wish fewer people had been there, I don't deal well with crowds.

While I was there I also read the last Harry Potter book, but I think that will be fodder for a post later this week.

As always, gratuitous pimping of my flickr page.

A picture weekend ... after working.

2007-07-08T19:51:00.000-05:00

Two days of beating my latest project into submission. I had to replace a handrail going up the stairs to our second story deck. It's mostly done, but the heat and the sun drove me inside early. After resting, I decided to go for a quick drive to take some pictures. SWMBO decided it was too hot, and cut me loose. Lots and lots of wildflowers.

A larger (read huge) version

Not everything was flowers

Again huge

OK, so it might be mostly flowers (no pun intended).

You know the drill

Let me be the first to say that I love my new camera. Next I think is some new glass. Maybe a 70-300 lens. Then you really will have to put up with macro pictures.