The weather has had the state shut down so much, that my brain is starting to visualize ways to make simulated mines and grenades for airsoft :-/.
I wonder if Radio Shack is still open…
Sigh, the ice storm still has me cooped up here instead of at work. I do appreciate the “Break” from having to be on the road so early, but, eh, work is a good thing ™ in my books.
I’ve spent most of my time putting in research efforts after last Saturday’s airsoft game as to what the ideal course of action would be, long term. My MP5 performed excellently and it ought to serve me for as it is now, for however long the parts last but if I’m stuck here, I may as well plan a head. I’m thinking the best return on investment would be to acquire a full sized G36A/G36E type AEG, probably one of SRC/TSD make. I could get a good G36A/E quite cheaply, even with this months pocket money, but being a stingy son of a bitch, I’m not going to do it until at least Feburary lol. Just about everything that I ain’t saving this month, I’m reserving for a GED.
In terms of upgrading my MP5, whatever month it is when I get a second weapon, I’ll likely disassemble my MP5 and see how it works, and what might be doable to `improve it`. O.K. so sue me o/. What I’m thinking on the externals at least, is to get a claw mount that puts a picatinny rail over the top of the receiver and a pair of rails on the sides. Then mount a mil-dot scope on the top rail and a bright LED torch on either side.
My thinking here is that assuming the referees have no objections: I could put the torch on the right and engage it when I have to shoot around a corner against a known threat—making it harder for other players to get a clean shot at me with the light shining in their eyes, hehe. Then transition it over to the left rail when I’ve got to swap to firing off the left shoulder. Ditty trick for just an “Airsoft” game perhaps, but arguably more effective then simulated flash bangs.
I am not convinced that Thunder B‘s or similar items offer more ROI then throwing an empty soda can. Well, compared to a *real* stun grenade or using a torch anyway. Price wise a simulated fragmentation grenade is probably more useful at CQB field than a simulated stun grenade. For the kind of range Airdogs fields offer, a mil-dot scope would be more useful to me at longer ranges (i.e. outside or far down the corridor) then the more popular 1X red dot sights, because within that range, I scarcely need my weapons sights let along a scope, and when I do need to be precise an adjustable mil-dot offers me more utility. Especially since it could be mounted on another weapon. For the internals, I can’t really say yet. Will cross that bridge when things come to it. Perhaps an M4 or G36C might have been a more well rounded weapon to have started with but I rather like the MP5 for use in doors. It also fits in my pack better.
A spring action sniper rifle would be a good second/alternative weapon, if it’s capable of enough precision for what I would call sniping but IMHO a full sized G36 (not a C or K variant) would be a better investment for the cash. Or at least, it should give the range my MP5 lacks for the hill next to the woodsball field, and save me the trouble of having to drag the little H&K behind me, lol. Since most people use a G&G GR16 or comparable M4 kit, the barrel length of a G36K would probably be alright but I think a full sized G36 would offer the best possible result down range.
When I can get a few slings, it would also be easy to rig things to carry both. Use the MP5 as primary in doors and the G36 outdoors, but really a scope would do alright for increasing the effective range. It’s just that getting a G36 costs about as much as putting a scope on my MP5, lol. Two AEGs also has a better insurance against failure/dead batteries than just mounting a scope.
>_>
Just posted this on Facebook.
As of 30 minutes ago the office is officially closed tomorrow. Damn fucking gum it, it’s only a state of emergency out there…. not night of the living dead!
Georgia Clay
Ain’t it funny how some things take you back?
And the here and now just fades to black
When I pull that blue tarp off of that time machine
Man, it hits meSeventeen years old running on dumb luck
Spent the whole damn summer
Living in that truck
Them old tires still covered in that mud
Like it sticks with me, in my bloodWhen life was nothing more than living for the night
Just trying to steal a kiss on a tailgate of that ride
Good old days don’t wash away
Just like that Georgia ClayOnly one of my friends with a Fake I.D.
It made the hometown celebrity
Used to put her in park in a vacant lot
And I still can’t believe we never got caughtWhen life was nothing more than living for the night
Just trying to steal a kiss on a tailgate of that ride
Good old days don’t wash away
Just like that Georgia clayAll over everything, every last memory
Man it’s all coming back to me…Ain’t it funny how some things take you back?
When life was nothing more than living for the night
Just trying to steal a kiss on a tailgate of that ride
Good old days don’t wash away
Man, some things they just don’t change
Just like that Georgia clayAll over everything, every last memory,
It’s all coming back to meGeorgia Clay—Josh Kelly
Today was a good change: back to work!!! Like being thankful the holidays are over and it’s back to business.
Out of the holiday torture, I broke out $5 (steam sale, hehe) for a copy of Tomb Raider: Anniversary, which is essentially a remake of the original and legendary Tomb Raider. I haven’t really played the games since ’96, and didn’t care much for II and III. The first game was really, the only one I ever liked—because it was more about the tomb raiding than the gun fights. Years later it ain’t all that different, except Lara Croft looks more like a woman than a collection of square panels.
Some things are different, like working with the grappling hook (I don’t ever remember that) and some puzzles but it is close enough to the original, that I could probably dig up an old TR1 strategy guide and figure it out lol. For the most part though, I prefer solving and exploring on my own.
It’s been my way to de-stress.
Getting old fast
After scanning a bar code off my computer screen and opening a novel on my cell phone, I can just see myself in the 2070s trying to explain to some youngster that once upon a time books used to come in something called paper.
Then when something breaks down, I’ll shake my cane and politely point out that even in the future, nothing works. Will anybody still get the quote?
Water and Land
After doing a bit of research, I’ve not only found the name of a song that I’ve been looking for, but also, that it comes from this bit of poetry:
Avidamente allargo la mia mano:
dammi dolore cibo cotidiano.
Desiderio delle tue mani chiare
nella penombra della fiamma:
sapevano di rovere e di rose;
di morte . Antico inverno .
Dolore di cose che ignoro
mi nasce: non basta una morte
se ecco più volte mi pesa
con l’ erba , sul cuore , una zolla.
E quel gettarmi alla terra ,
quel gridare alto il nome del silenzio ,
era dolcezza di sentirmi vivo.
Fatica d’ amore , tristezza ,
tu chiami una vita
che dentro, profonda, ha nomi
di cieli e giardini.
E fosse mia carne
che dono di male trasforma.
Mi trovi deserto, Signore,
nel tuo giorno,
serrato ad ogni luce .
Di te privo spauro,
perduta strada d’amore,
e non m’è grazia
nemmeno trepido cantarmi
che fa secche mie voglie.
Se mi desti t’ascolto,
e ogni pausa è cielo in cui mi perdo,
serenità d’alberi a chiaro della notte .
Si china il giorno
e colgo ombre dai cieli:
che tristezza il mio cuore
di carne!
S’udivano stagioni aeree passare,
nudità di mattini,
labili raggi urtarsi.
Tindari, mite ti so
fra larghi colli pensile sull’acque
dell’isole dolci del dio,
oggi m’assali
e ti chini in cuore. ( Vento a Tindari )
Ti rivedo. Parole
avevi chiuse e rapide,
che mettevano cuore
nel peso di una vita
che sapeva di circo.
Un po’ di sole , una raggera d’ angelo ,
e poi la nebbia ; e gli alberi,
e noi fatti d’aria al mattino .
Acque e terre—Salvatore Quasimodo
Bullets In The Gun
They used to call me lightening
I was always quick to strike
had everything I own in the saddles on my back
I had a reputation for never stayin’ very long
just like a wild and restless drifter
like a cowboy in a song
I met a dark haired beauty
where they laid the whiskey down
in southern Arizona
in a little border town
She had to dance for money
in that dusty old saloon
I dropped a dollar in the jukebox
played that girl a tune, yea
Never see it comin’
It just hits you by surprise
It’s that cold place in your soul
and that fire in her eyes
That makes you come together
like wild horses when they run
now the cards are on the table
and the bullets in the gun, yea
She was sittin’ on my lap
we still had shots to kill
when a man pulled up who owned the bar
in a cadillac deville
grabbed her by her raven hair
and threw her in the floor
said no free rides for the cowboys
that ain’t what I pay you for, no
She jumped up and grabbed my pistol
stuck it in the fat man’s back
said open up the safe
and put your money in the sack
tied his hands behind him
and put a blindfold on his eyes
if you’re dumb enough to chase us, man
you’re dumb enough to die
Never see it comin’
it just hits you by surprise
it’s that cold place in your soul
that fire in her eyes
that makes you come together
like wild horses when they run
now he cards are on the table
and the bullets in the gun
We rode across the border
down into mexico
when yo’re runnin’ from the law
ain’t that where everybody goes?
we came to a town
with a name I couldn’t spell
she gave me what I came for
in that Mexican motel
I woke up to sirens
and the sound of runnin’ feet
There were 50 Federales
locked and loaded in the street
she grabbed my 44
I grabbed the money in the sack
she kissed me for the last time
and we headed out the back
Every gun was on us
and every heartbeat poundin’
there’s only one thing left to do
when they got you all surrounded
she fired that old pistol
but we didn’t stand a prayer
money hit the gravel
bullets filled the air, yea
Never see it comin’
it just hits you by surprise
it’s that cold place in your soul
and that fire in her eyes
that makes you come together
like wild horses when they run
now the cards are on my table
and bullets in the gun
bullets in the gun
bullets in the gun
bullets in the gun
Bullets In The Gun—Toby Keith
Missing an old run down Ford
Appropriately Ford Tempo’s have been haunting my dreams all morning. Yesterday ma made the final decision to scrap Rosie, which brought the price of the cars value by weight. Before we left, I took one more picture:
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| From Rosie & Noëlle |
So that’s officially the end of an extremely old friend. The only good thing I can say, they will likely keep her around for a parts draw until they need to liquidate some cars or run out of usable parts.
Nothing like family to rack up bills for you.
O.K. so while we were at the car dealer, we had to get all the car insurance crap sorted out while finalizing things. Bad news is obviously, a slightly higher cost but good news is full coverage.
Getting pissed with the insurance company e-mailing her about the changes, she’s gone ahead and made changes to that. So now I have to contact the dealer and get that updated with the policy changes, and she has effectively increased the projected insurance bill in the process.
As far as I’m concerned, she just forfeited an equivalent share of her share of my regular pay cheque, or owes me monthly!