Or rather why I think soccer players are pussies:
I love soccer. I played it as a kid and really enjoyed it. It’s a great game and takes a tremendous amount of talent and athleticism to play the game. So why do I think the players are pussies? Just watch the clip below, this is not an unusual act of thespianism for a soccer player.
This is exactly why it’s hard for me to listen to Europeans proclaim how great soccer is.
Hockey players on the other hand…..
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Twilight
If you really like a good Vampire movie do NOT rent this one. This has got to be one of the suckiest vampire movies of all time – even beating out Plan 9 From Outer Space. Why does this movie suck so bad?
Well, it got rave reviews and people said it was great. That was the first problem. I remember the first Batman movie remake by Tim Burton. Everyone said it was awesome. It was sold out for weeks on end. People I knew had seen it five and 10 times already. I was expecting a great film and went I went to see it I was highly disappointed (though Nicholson was incredible in it).
Twilight didn’t get quite as much hype, but it wasn’t too far behind either. Little did I know that the people that must have been reviewing the film were all 12-year old girls that didn’t know anything about vampires. Cuz vampires are real, right?
Ann Rice has probably developed the vampire as a character species more than any other author. Other authors have also had their twists on the classic vampire. As a general rule of thumb we accept a few basic facts: strong, fast, drinks blood, and above all CANNOT BE IN THE FUCKING SUNLIGHT.
Why is this so important? Because it means everything happens at night. When the time magic is high and things that are evil are the most powerful. Daylight is reserved for the good and nighttime is the antithesis of things that are good. This is part of the vampire persona.
But Twilight totally twists this around and makes the vampires completely immune to daylight. In Twilight the vampires try to avoid direct sunlight, not because they’ll die but because their skin gets all sparkly – like the stupid makeup crap that only strippers and 12 year old girls wear. Can you say gay?
The rest of the film is equally as poor in that it attempts to develop a relationship with a young high-school chick and vampire that has repeated high-school about a billion times because he is eternally 17. And the film is great at portraying all the high-school drama and crap that only 12-year old girls care about to you, the audience, who is glad to be fucking out of high-school because they couldn’t stand that crap to begin with.
And the guy vampire that is supposed to be hot and good looking? He’s gay. He’s weird looking, not good looking. He acts like he’s about to come out of the closet at any moment. You think that might be the big turning point in the film, when he comes out and tells the chick he’s really a gay vampire, because the film sure as hell isn’t really going anywhere else.
These vampires are “vegetarian” vampires – meaning they don’t eat humans – and so there is very little violence or action in the film.
Mostly the closet vampire lies in the grass and stares deeply into to the eyes of the high school chick that is his co-star. No wonder the chicks loved it. I wanted to puke. He doesn’t even kiss her but one time in the whole film.
Vampires are supposed to be erotic, attractive creatures. They use their charisma, charm, and strength to overcome the will of people. They are not sissies that lie in the grass and make no effort to bone a hot high-school chick – Except in twilight they apparently are.
And should I spoil the climax and ending for you? Why not. The climax was not the guy announcing that he was gay. Instead, the g/f gets attacked by another vampire, a real vampire (except for the sunlight crap) – one that sucks human blood and is malevolent. Rather than kill her immediately he bites her, which infects her, and toys with her giving the sissy vampires a chance to save her. And then, while she is lying their dying the gay vampire guy has to save her by sucking out the venom, but not draining her blood to the point he kills her.
She wakes up in the hospital and he tells her he must leave an go away at which point she breaks into the worst acting of the entire film and tells him that he can’t, that she needs him, etc. Classic-fucking-boo-hoo crap.
They go to the high-school prom and she tells him he wants her to bite her and make her a vampire too. Of course he declines and asks “isn’t it enough to be with me for one lifetime?” ACK!! Where is my barf-bag because I am going to get sick from all the cheese I am being fed.
And why doesn’t he turn her so she can be with him forever? Because at least he is smart enough to know that if you live for a thousand years, that 80 years really isn’t that long and he can get out there and go bone some cute guy as soon as she’s gone.
He should have killed her about two hours ago and they should have been hunting his ass down AT NIGHT like a proper vampire film instead of wasting my time by watching this atrocious film.
Well, it got rave reviews and people said it was great. That was the first problem. I remember the first Batman movie remake by Tim Burton. Everyone said it was awesome. It was sold out for weeks on end. People I knew had seen it five and 10 times already. I was expecting a great film and went I went to see it I was highly disappointed (though Nicholson was incredible in it).
Twilight didn’t get quite as much hype, but it wasn’t too far behind either. Little did I know that the people that must have been reviewing the film were all 12-year old girls that didn’t know anything about vampires. Cuz vampires are real, right?
Ann Rice has probably developed the vampire as a character species more than any other author. Other authors have also had their twists on the classic vampire. As a general rule of thumb we accept a few basic facts: strong, fast, drinks blood, and above all CANNOT BE IN THE FUCKING SUNLIGHT.
Why is this so important? Because it means everything happens at night. When the time magic is high and things that are evil are the most powerful. Daylight is reserved for the good and nighttime is the antithesis of things that are good. This is part of the vampire persona.
But Twilight totally twists this around and makes the vampires completely immune to daylight. In Twilight the vampires try to avoid direct sunlight, not because they’ll die but because their skin gets all sparkly – like the stupid makeup crap that only strippers and 12 year old girls wear. Can you say gay?
The rest of the film is equally as poor in that it attempts to develop a relationship with a young high-school chick and vampire that has repeated high-school about a billion times because he is eternally 17. And the film is great at portraying all the high-school drama and crap that only 12-year old girls care about to you, the audience, who is glad to be fucking out of high-school because they couldn’t stand that crap to begin with.
And the guy vampire that is supposed to be hot and good looking? He’s gay. He’s weird looking, not good looking. He acts like he’s about to come out of the closet at any moment. You think that might be the big turning point in the film, when he comes out and tells the chick he’s really a gay vampire, because the film sure as hell isn’t really going anywhere else.
These vampires are “vegetarian” vampires – meaning they don’t eat humans – and so there is very little violence or action in the film.
Mostly the closet vampire lies in the grass and stares deeply into to the eyes of the high school chick that is his co-star. No wonder the chicks loved it. I wanted to puke. He doesn’t even kiss her but one time in the whole film.
Vampires are supposed to be erotic, attractive creatures. They use their charisma, charm, and strength to overcome the will of people. They are not sissies that lie in the grass and make no effort to bone a hot high-school chick – Except in twilight they apparently are.
And should I spoil the climax and ending for you? Why not. The climax was not the guy announcing that he was gay. Instead, the g/f gets attacked by another vampire, a real vampire (except for the sunlight crap) – one that sucks human blood and is malevolent. Rather than kill her immediately he bites her, which infects her, and toys with her giving the sissy vampires a chance to save her. And then, while she is lying their dying the gay vampire guy has to save her by sucking out the venom, but not draining her blood to the point he kills her.
She wakes up in the hospital and he tells her he must leave an go away at which point she breaks into the worst acting of the entire film and tells him that he can’t, that she needs him, etc. Classic-fucking-boo-hoo crap.
They go to the high-school prom and she tells him he wants her to bite her and make her a vampire too. Of course he declines and asks “isn’t it enough to be with me for one lifetime?” ACK!! Where is my barf-bag because I am going to get sick from all the cheese I am being fed.
And why doesn’t he turn her so she can be with him forever? Because at least he is smart enough to know that if you live for a thousand years, that 80 years really isn’t that long and he can get out there and go bone some cute guy as soon as she’s gone.
He should have killed her about two hours ago and they should have been hunting his ass down AT NIGHT like a proper vampire film instead of wasting my time by watching this atrocious film.
Nuclear Dreams
I had a really bad dream the other morning. Note that I said morning and not night. Because I don’t sleep really well at night my best time to sleep is in the morning. I don’t dream often, and I usually don’t remember them but this one was a little different.
It started off fairly benignly. My and a friend were hanging out and were supposed to catch a flight to some place in the Caribbean. As dreams go, we missed the flight and ended up in some hotel. No real significance there. While in the hotel I was looking out the window and I could see the landscape – somewhere near a beach. I could make out the landscape, buildings, trees and water way off in the distance. Suddenly, there was an impact of some type, a bright flash, and then a big cloud. I thought we might be far enough to make it.
In my dream a sea of fire rushed across the landscape after the shock wave. I then knew I’d survived the shock wave, but didn’t know if we could escape the advancing fire. Again, it’s a dream so it doesn’t have to be based in much realism. Fortunately, we were in some funky concrete building and just on the edge of the advancing fire. But then I saw another impact, and flash of light.
Now I was trying to figure out why we were being attacked and again I was afraid we wouldn’t survive this one. I felt the shock wave, but the building stood. Things are getting worse. And as I stare off I see the next bomb coming in….watched it arc across the sky, and then I see it explode and the light is so blinding that I can’t see any more and am submerged into darkness. Now I know I am going to die and I have mere milliseconds to live. My mind is racing and I begin to feel the building shudder, then….
Nothing. Except I still have consciousness. Am I alive? Is this what it’s like to be dead? I can’t hear or see anything.
Slowly I begin to realize I am awake. But I didn’t jump up out of this dream like you usually do when you have a bad dream and wake up right before you die. I think that’s what was so freaky about it. Because I was apparently ½-awake already I really thought I was going to die, which is just slightly different from dreaming it outright. It’s very hard to explain but in this instance the lines between dreamland and reality were really blurred. Ever had a dream in which you incorporated real-world sounds and stimulus into your dream? If you can imagine that, and then try to picture how I dreamed that it would be close.
It started off fairly benignly. My and a friend were hanging out and were supposed to catch a flight to some place in the Caribbean. As dreams go, we missed the flight and ended up in some hotel. No real significance there. While in the hotel I was looking out the window and I could see the landscape – somewhere near a beach. I could make out the landscape, buildings, trees and water way off in the distance. Suddenly, there was an impact of some type, a bright flash, and then a big cloud. I thought we might be far enough to make it.
In my dream a sea of fire rushed across the landscape after the shock wave. I then knew I’d survived the shock wave, but didn’t know if we could escape the advancing fire. Again, it’s a dream so it doesn’t have to be based in much realism. Fortunately, we were in some funky concrete building and just on the edge of the advancing fire. But then I saw another impact, and flash of light.
Now I was trying to figure out why we were being attacked and again I was afraid we wouldn’t survive this one. I felt the shock wave, but the building stood. Things are getting worse. And as I stare off I see the next bomb coming in….watched it arc across the sky, and then I see it explode and the light is so blinding that I can’t see any more and am submerged into darkness. Now I know I am going to die and I have mere milliseconds to live. My mind is racing and I begin to feel the building shudder, then….
Nothing. Except I still have consciousness. Am I alive? Is this what it’s like to be dead? I can’t hear or see anything.
Slowly I begin to realize I am awake. But I didn’t jump up out of this dream like you usually do when you have a bad dream and wake up right before you die. I think that’s what was so freaky about it. Because I was apparently ½-awake already I really thought I was going to die, which is just slightly different from dreaming it outright. It’s very hard to explain but in this instance the lines between dreamland and reality were really blurred. Ever had a dream in which you incorporated real-world sounds and stimulus into your dream? If you can imagine that, and then try to picture how I dreamed that it would be close.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
PhotoBucket Bullshit
I use photobucket for my blog pictures. I basically upload them into photobucket and then you see them in-line when the blog presents.
http://invioletlight.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-trespassing.html
I never did figure out why they pulled this one.....
Sometimes, I really don't understand how they pick and chose what to remove from their site or what violates terms of use. Here are a few examples and the original blog posts that they were supposed to be attached to:
No nudity, but it's awfully suggestive. The best part? It's not a real person.....
http://invioletlight.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-trespassing.html
I never did figure out why they pulled this one.....
http://invioletlight.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-was-censored-man-i-really-hate-that.html
and this one I almost understand about as much as the Real Doll chick. Again, though, there is no nudity in the picture..... I wouldn't post stuff like that!
Destroying Paper One Small Hole at a Time
My friend and I had some time yesterday so we went to the gun range to sight in my M4. It was a darned near perfect day. Mid-70’s, sunny, very mild breeze. Beautiful. So we grabbed the gun, a few hundred rounds of ammo, and a spotting scope.
Not many people were at the range, and those of us who were there were not in a particular hurry to do anything. We took our time setting up and waited until we could go down-range to put up a target.
It took us a while to get the gun sighted in. I had sighted it at about 75 feet, but due to the way a bullet rises and falls it was significantly off by the time we started shooting at 100 yards.
We finally got it, though, and ended up putting about 300 rounds through it before the day was up. Surprisingly enough, I am a tad sore in the shoulder today even though a .223 doesn’t have any kick. I guess it’s like a lot of things. Shoot it a few times and you don’t notice it. Shoot it a couple-hundred times and it’s noticeable.
Oh, and if you ever go to sight a gun in take a spotting scope. Not a pair of binoculars, but a scope. I had both and it made a huge difference when were trying to find out the gross impact area (binoculars) and the specific impact (scope).
When we got done, I was surprisingly relaxed and at peace. Hard to believe that firing a gun over and over again could do that. I think, though, that it wasn't the fact we were firing a gun so much as the repetition of the exercise. You have to be focused both mentally and physically to hit a target with a gun. You must be relaxed so that your body movement allows you to stabilize the gun to hit your target. You must breathe properly and you have to allow your mind to become clear and focused on the one thing you are trying to do – hit the target. Do that a few hundred times and it becomes a very peaceful experience.
BTW – if anyone is curious, or a gun nut, we were sighting in A2 style iron sights at 100 yards with groups at about 5” I don’t know if that is good or not, but my vision is not such that I can group much better than that.
A Word on Environmentalist
Here is a link to a speech given by Michael Crichton in San Francisco back in 2003. Crichton was one of my favorite authors, but fell out of favoritism with many people due to his unapologetically viewpoints and stance against fear mongering with regards to environmentalist and politically motivated zealots.
http://www.crichton-official.com/speech-environmentalismaseligion.html
Crichton, as an author, is able to verbalize his opinions in ways that I am not. I simply do not have that particular talent in a way that he does. He may not be able to mow the yard as eloquently as I can, either.
I’ve often felt that politics and religion are very similar and for the same primary reason that Crichton states – that facts become irrelevant and people believe what they want to believe. If you don’t believe me, find someone with opposing political views and try to convince them that your views are the correct ones. Make sure you back it up with facts, nto beliefs. It wont’ make a difference.
The same thing is true of environmentalist fear mongering and global warming. I’ve written about this before, but Crichton is far more compelling and articulate than I am.
http://www.crichton-official.com/speech-environmentalismaseligion.html
Crichton, as an author, is able to verbalize his opinions in ways that I am not. I simply do not have that particular talent in a way that he does. He may not be able to mow the yard as eloquently as I can, either.
I’ve often felt that politics and religion are very similar and for the same primary reason that Crichton states – that facts become irrelevant and people believe what they want to believe. If you don’t believe me, find someone with opposing political views and try to convince them that your views are the correct ones. Make sure you back it up with facts, nto beliefs. It wont’ make a difference.
The same thing is true of environmentalist fear mongering and global warming. I’ve written about this before, but Crichton is far more compelling and articulate than I am.
Annoying Sales Chick
Last week, I went to Dicks Sporting Goods and picked up a couple of collapsible camping chairs. They had the super cheapies on sale for about $6.00, but I tried them out and they were uncomfortable and pretty flimsy.
I ended up getting the fat-bastard camp chairs because they were comfy, roomy, and most importantly had a mesh area on both the back and bottom of the chair. Turns out they would hold up to 350lbs, and since they were roomy (i.e. big) that is why I call them the fat-bastard camp chairs.
In any case, I take them to the counter to checkout. The girl asks me if I have a reward card. “No” I tell her. I probably do, but I don’t carry those things around with me or on key chains like everyone else. I hate these things.
So she grabs a rewards card stack and says how she can just sign me up and shows me the cards. “Fine.” I tell her. She then grabs the forum to fill out and says she’ll just need my information. “Umm…that’s why I don’t want one of those. I don’t want to fill one of those out.”
“Oh…well it’s not a problem, if you’ll just show me your ID I’ll fill it out for you.”
So I flash my ID, but I clearly did not intend to take it out and give it to her. “I can get it off your credit card……”
“No, you can’t. That’s illegal.” SURPRISE!
“What?”
“yeah, that’s illegal. You can’t copy my personal information off the credit card onto any forms or pieces of paper.”
“oh. Well they just want to send you fliers and other coupons and information.”
“exactly. That’s why I don’t want to sign up for all that.” I get enough junk mail, don't you?
She finally gave up, but I have to hand it to her. She was very persistent!!! Her manger should give her a cookie for her effort.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
The Price of Cheap Sex
Somehow, we were sitting around having one of our usual ADJECTIVE conversations and we started talking about the Real Doll. Now, if you have never seen or heard of a Real Doll, you should go check out the web site, but I’ve provided a couple of pics here just for your amusement.
The concept behind the Real Doll was to provide something more than just a blow-up doll. As you can tell from the pics they are pretty realistic looking. And I loved some of the marketing points. Here are three of my favorites:
Convenient – always ready and available
Relaxing and Comforting – provides stress-free companionship
Affordable – Cheaper than most alternatives
Convenient? Yeah, it’s a freaking doll. Of course it’s always ready and available. But I’m not sure it’s 100% convenient. These are life-sized dolls after all and weigh in at about 70 ~ 80 lbs. So, where you stash this when you aren’t getting your groove on could be problematic. Of course, you could keep it in the car and hit the toll roads without too much difficulty. Feeling spry? Pull over into a rest stop.
If you leave it lying around on the couch / bed, just be prepared to get a lot of strange responses and the occasional buddy that just couldn’t help himself and had to try it out. Umm…ewww.
Stress-free companionship? Yeah, I suppose if you are the type of person that never wants to have a conversation or interact with someone that has an opinion then it is certainly stress free. No more having to appease the other person. No more emotional breakdowns, whether they be freak-out tirades or all-night cry-a-thons. And no more happy moments other than your own sadistic perverted desires being fulfilled. That should go over just fine and you can become even more anti-social and withdrawn from society in your mom’s basement.
Affordable? These things run about $7,000. That’s fairly expensive, but far more affordable than a wedding, or expensive divorce. You also wouldn’t have to pay for movies, dinners, or any other fun things that real people do. So yeah, you might get off cheaper in the long run. Somewhere there is an ROI in here…..
But being the sick, twisted, heathens that we are we wanted to see if they could make a midget Asian for us. The shortest doll they had is 4’10, and while that just fits the Little People of America’s definition for a midget, it’s not short enough. So I sent them an inquiry….
Question:
I took a look around your web site and it certainly seems that you have a highly customizable product. However, I was interested in putting together a doll that had a definitive Asian face as well as a shorter body type.
It looks like the shortest body type you make is 4’10” and I’m really interested in a midget – something shorter than 4’6”. It also didn’t appear as if you have distinctly asian faces such as Vietnamese, Chinese, or Japanese. Can you put together a custom face?
Since these are custom modifications, can I get a rough idea of the budget I should put together for such a doll?
-- END OF SUBMISSION --
And their response:
Hello Calvin,
If you want a custom doll not based on any of our existing faces and bodies you're looking at a minimum of $50,000. Such a project would take at least eight months to complete, but probably longer. However, we have two distinctly Asian faces; number 9 (Mai) and number 13 (Kaori). I know Kaori is meant to be Japanese, and I believe Mai is Chinese.
Please let me know if I can be of further assistance.
Amanda
Abyss Creations LLC
Dood…. $50 grand?? Are you kidding me? I don’t know about you, but if you are really that hard up you could have a lot of sex for $50k. Heck, for $50k I can buy an Asian midget I don’t mean for the night, either. I mean permanently.
Monday, May 04, 2009
My Dreams
I don’t sleep very well. I never have. I’m not sure what type of sleep disorder I deal with, but I seem to have had it all my life. There is something called the circadian rhythm, which is the cycle an organism goes through in any given 24-hour period. It regulates when you are active and when you want to sleep.
In my case, if I were left to my own devices I’d stay up until about 2:00 or 3:00am every night and then get up around 10:00am in the morning. Only because of work do I alter this and force my body to do something it doesn’t want to do.
I don’t know if it’s because I interrupt my natural rhythm or because of something else but I have never been able to sleep very well. Because of that, I don’t dream very often or at least don’t dream to the extent at which I remember them.
But I do have some common re-occurring themes in my dreams:
Theme 1 – I can’t hurt people. No matter what the situation is I can’t hurt someone. Let’s say I am dreaming that I am fighting with someone. In that case I can hit them or pull their hair or whatever all I want and it doesn’t affect them. If I have a gun, the gun fails to fire correctly (as in the bullet barely travels out of the gun) or just magically doesn’t inflict any real damage to the person if it manages to fire.
Theme 2 – Ever seen those long overpasses used to interconnect highways? Well, in my dreams there is often one that goes from one highway to another and I have to traverse it in my vehicle (the actual vehicle is irrelevant). As you go up and onto the ramp and it starts to curve in the new direction of travel it also twists so that the asphalt surface becomes perpendicular to the ground as opposed to parallel to it. If you were to travel fast enough, you could stick to the surface and go around the ramp. This reminds me of playing with little cars and stuff as a kid. You’d build these things where the cars stick to the surface from the g-force. But in my dreams you can’t go fast enough and the whole car slides off the ramp and falls into space.
I never land, nor do I wake up in some kind of terror sweat. The dream just ends. It’s interesting that the girl I date has the same type of dream so I wonder if this is a common dream? Note that I am not afraid of these ramps in real life for any reason, including their height.
In my case, if I were left to my own devices I’d stay up until about 2:00 or 3:00am every night and then get up around 10:00am in the morning. Only because of work do I alter this and force my body to do something it doesn’t want to do.
I don’t know if it’s because I interrupt my natural rhythm or because of something else but I have never been able to sleep very well. Because of that, I don’t dream very often or at least don’t dream to the extent at which I remember them.
But I do have some common re-occurring themes in my dreams:
Theme 1 – I can’t hurt people. No matter what the situation is I can’t hurt someone. Let’s say I am dreaming that I am fighting with someone. In that case I can hit them or pull their hair or whatever all I want and it doesn’t affect them. If I have a gun, the gun fails to fire correctly (as in the bullet barely travels out of the gun) or just magically doesn’t inflict any real damage to the person if it manages to fire.
Theme 2 – Ever seen those long overpasses used to interconnect highways? Well, in my dreams there is often one that goes from one highway to another and I have to traverse it in my vehicle (the actual vehicle is irrelevant). As you go up and onto the ramp and it starts to curve in the new direction of travel it also twists so that the asphalt surface becomes perpendicular to the ground as opposed to parallel to it. If you were to travel fast enough, you could stick to the surface and go around the ramp. This reminds me of playing with little cars and stuff as a kid. You’d build these things where the cars stick to the surface from the g-force. But in my dreams you can’t go fast enough and the whole car slides off the ramp and falls into space.
I never land, nor do I wake up in some kind of terror sweat. The dream just ends. It’s interesting that the girl I date has the same type of dream so I wonder if this is a common dream? Note that I am not afraid of these ramps in real life for any reason, including their height.
Not Posting Much Lately
I haven’t been writing much lately. Oh…I’ve been here. I’ve had time. I just haven’t been motivated. I think the reason I haven’t been motivated is because I really don’t want to make this a political blog but with all of the crap the Obama administration is pulling it’s hard not to write about it all the time. I just don’t want to do it. I get sick of it. For example, did you know Obama tried to sneak a bill in that would force business owners that have more than three employees to unionize? How crazy is that?
But I got out and rode a bit this weekend. Last weekend the weather report called for rain and it never rained. I never rode because it was supposed to rain. This weekend it called for rain in the evening, but not during the day. I double-checked the radar and there was nothing on it and the reports were still calling for evening storms.
We took off and got out a good ways and got caught in the storms. So much for the weather report. I had my mesh jacket on and that doesn’t do anything to keep water off of you so I was soaked pretty much instantaneously. It was also cold. Great. And then it really started to come down and it got a little sketchy on the road. We had to slow way down and take it easy. About ½-way back, I was so soaked that the water finally trickled down into my jeans and I could feel my balls getting wet. Now I had wet balls. Ick. Nothing is worse than cold, wet balls while riding a bike.
But we made it back without any incidents and it’s a good thing we did because we were right ahead of the big storm cells. When they hit it got back. Heavy rain, hail, pretty much everything except a tornado, and there may have been one of those.
We sat out in the storms and had a bug boil that evening. Fortunately, my friend had large covered patios so nobody got too soaked....
Right to Carry
Yesterday I was at the gun show. Right now you can’t find the Bersa .380 Concealed Carry model. Nobody has ‘em because they can’t keep them in stock. Because of that I ended up picking up a new Kimber Ultra CDP II .45 for carry. Yes, I know…big gun, but it comes in a small package and compared to something like a .380 double-stack it is actually a little smaller and weighs about the same.
I got a pretty good deal because Bling! had the same gun and was looking to step up to the same model gun, but with a larger (5”) barrel. Because I was looking at buying the exact same one I ended up buying his off him for a couple hundred less than it was going for at the show. That also gave him enough cash to pick up the one he wanted. We both ended up happy, and since Bling! takes immaculate care of his guns I didn’t have any problems buying a used one off of him.
Of course, I can’t find bulk .45 target rounds because everybody is out. So while I was able to load it with some nice hydro shock ammo, it may be a while before I can get to the range and finish breaking the gun in and get used to it. I’ve shot the gun before, and it kicks quite a bit (due to its small size and being a .45).
But why carry at all?
About a year or so ago I decided to get my CHL (concealed handgun license). I had a few reasons for this, but there were three prevailing reasons:
1 – the writing was on the wall. The republicans couldn’t possibly hold any control over the white house in the upcoming election. It was likely that the house, senate, white house, and Supreme Court would soon be under democratic control and those democrats in powerful positions favor gun control. Better to get it while I could, before a law gets passed that makes it impossible to get one.
2 – While I didn’t carry my other guns too often I did take them in my truck from time to time if I was traveling. Though some of the laws had changed in Texas regarding this, I figured it would be a lot less hassle if I was legal to carry at all times rather than deal with esoteric loopholes and allowances in the law. This way, there was no question that I was legal to have it on me.
3 – it affords me an opportunity to protect myself, my family, and my friends at just about any and all times. Don’t get me wrong, that is a huge responsibility and one that should not be taken lightly.
But despite getting my CHL I wasn’t packing heat. This really wasn’t an issue but I had been thinking about it more and more. The more I thought about it, the more it occurred to me that I wasn’t exercising my rights appropriately. My g/f says that most people scream and bitch about their rights yet rarely exercise them responsibly. While I wouldn’t say that I was being irresponsible, I would say that I wasn’t exercising them.
Statistically speaking CHL owners that have a chance to draw their guns usually survive the encounter / situation. Perps are not so lucky. Those CHL owners that never drew, or were unable to draw, don’t always end up so lucky. Let’s face it, the truth of the matter is that in some situations someone will walk up to another person and shoot them point-blank without provocation. In those situations you don’t have a chance and it doesn’t matter if you are packing or not.
So my thought process was that here I am with the right to carry, the right to defend myself or others, the responsibility that goes with it and I wasn’t carrying. If I got into a bad situation and got shot or allowed someone else to get shot and I didn’t have my gun on me what does that say? You wouldn’t buy a refrigerator, car, or some other item and not use it would you?
Because of that I decided to start carrying on a more regular basis. I’m still figuring out exactly how I want to carry, where to carry, etc. But it’s a start. It’s a great responsibility and I hope and pray I never have to use it. However, if that situation arises I also hope that I’ll be able to make the right decision when the time comes.
I got a pretty good deal because Bling! had the same gun and was looking to step up to the same model gun, but with a larger (5”) barrel. Because I was looking at buying the exact same one I ended up buying his off him for a couple hundred less than it was going for at the show. That also gave him enough cash to pick up the one he wanted. We both ended up happy, and since Bling! takes immaculate care of his guns I didn’t have any problems buying a used one off of him.
Of course, I can’t find bulk .45 target rounds because everybody is out. So while I was able to load it with some nice hydro shock ammo, it may be a while before I can get to the range and finish breaking the gun in and get used to it. I’ve shot the gun before, and it kicks quite a bit (due to its small size and being a .45).
But why carry at all?
About a year or so ago I decided to get my CHL (concealed handgun license). I had a few reasons for this, but there were three prevailing reasons:
1 – the writing was on the wall. The republicans couldn’t possibly hold any control over the white house in the upcoming election. It was likely that the house, senate, white house, and Supreme Court would soon be under democratic control and those democrats in powerful positions favor gun control. Better to get it while I could, before a law gets passed that makes it impossible to get one.
2 – While I didn’t carry my other guns too often I did take them in my truck from time to time if I was traveling. Though some of the laws had changed in Texas regarding this, I figured it would be a lot less hassle if I was legal to carry at all times rather than deal with esoteric loopholes and allowances in the law. This way, there was no question that I was legal to have it on me.
3 – it affords me an opportunity to protect myself, my family, and my friends at just about any and all times. Don’t get me wrong, that is a huge responsibility and one that should not be taken lightly.
But despite getting my CHL I wasn’t packing heat. This really wasn’t an issue but I had been thinking about it more and more. The more I thought about it, the more it occurred to me that I wasn’t exercising my rights appropriately. My g/f says that most people scream and bitch about their rights yet rarely exercise them responsibly. While I wouldn’t say that I was being irresponsible, I would say that I wasn’t exercising them.
Statistically speaking CHL owners that have a chance to draw their guns usually survive the encounter / situation. Perps are not so lucky. Those CHL owners that never drew, or were unable to draw, don’t always end up so lucky. Let’s face it, the truth of the matter is that in some situations someone will walk up to another person and shoot them point-blank without provocation. In those situations you don’t have a chance and it doesn’t matter if you are packing or not.
So my thought process was that here I am with the right to carry, the right to defend myself or others, the responsibility that goes with it and I wasn’t carrying. If I got into a bad situation and got shot or allowed someone else to get shot and I didn’t have my gun on me what does that say? You wouldn’t buy a refrigerator, car, or some other item and not use it would you?
Because of that I decided to start carrying on a more regular basis. I’m still figuring out exactly how I want to carry, where to carry, etc. But it’s a start. It’s a great responsibility and I hope and pray I never have to use it. However, if that situation arises I also hope that I’ll be able to make the right decision when the time comes.
Gun Toting Wuss
Lately I’ve been carrying around a Kimber Ultra CDP II to see if I like the feel of it. It’s actually on loan to me from a friend….well, technically I bought it for $1 just in case something happened. Maybe I should sell it back for market value?
In any event, it’s a nice gun but I just can’t quite get used to having it in the small of my back when I am driving. It seems to really bother me when I am seated in a vehicle and forces me to have to twist my spine / hips out of alignment.
Unfortunately, the Bersa .380 pistols are not much smaller. So I may be in a situation that forces me to take it out / off when I ride in the truck. Not sure how that will work with other people’s vehicles.
I guess I am just a wuss, but I don’t see how everyone else drives around with one in the small of their back and that it doesn’t bother them.
In any event, it’s a nice gun but I just can’t quite get used to having it in the small of my back when I am driving. It seems to really bother me when I am seated in a vehicle and forces me to have to twist my spine / hips out of alignment.
Unfortunately, the Bersa .380 pistols are not much smaller. So I may be in a situation that forces me to take it out / off when I ride in the truck. Not sure how that will work with other people’s vehicles.
I guess I am just a wuss, but I don’t see how everyone else drives around with one in the small of their back and that it doesn’t bother them.
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