Then I head for the bus, and get to the stop just in time to catch a seat next to my pal, the bus bitch. As usual, she was pretending to be snoozing with her handbag parked on the seat next to her to make sure that no one who really needs the extra leg room can get the seat. I rather loudly asked her if she wouldn't mind moving her bag so that I could sit down, and the look that she gave me...Oh man, if looks could kill I'd have dropped right there. I thought for a second that she was going to say something but she didn't. However her hostile glare spoke volumes. How dare I ask her to move her bag and make her give up one of the two best seats on the bus? Obviously I was unaware that she's the queen of Loudon County's DC10 Bus and owns both those seats even though she had no apparent disability and isn't even that tall. So I plunked down next to her, enjoying her body language that conveyed all too clearly just how bothered she was. In fact I felt so guilty that I started to cough, and I for some reason I coughed off and on most of the way to my stop.
Then I get the amusing news that the GreenStone radio network, a year-old joint venture between Jane Fonda and Gloria Steinem, accepted it's failure and closed down today. Apparently no one wanted to listen to or advertise on shows that just bitched and whined. Heck, any married guy gets enough of that already without having to dial more up on his car radio. Of course the show's producers claim that women just can't get ahead in today's radio market, but they overlook the fact that there are many wildly successful women on the radio, including Laura Ingram, Tammy Bruce and Laura Schlessinger. The difference between those women and "Hanoi Jane" Fonda is that Ingram, Bruce and Schlessinger say intelligent things and talk about topics that people actually want to hear. So Bye-Bye, Gloria and Jane. You won't be missed, and frankly I didn't even know that you two bimbettes had a show until news of it's failure broke today.
In other good news, the weather's finally cooling off, and I got to get out and shoot this week-end. I didn't get any pictures of me shooting but it was good because the old fuddy-duddies who cry and pee themselves any time I practice any tactical shooting there (because we all know that guns were meant to be fired slowly from a rest at paper targets...) were absent so I got to practice my "shoot-and-scoot" fire-on-the-move drills, and I shot my H&K P7 until it was hot enough to burn my finger. Then I let it cool for a bit and shot it until it burned me some more. I love my P7 and it's one--and only--flaw in my opinion is the fact that due to it's gas system, the top of the frame above the trigger guard gets dangerously hot after several dozen rapid-fire rounds. In actual pistol combat it's unlikely that a shooter will fire that many rounds, but it is a pain on the practice courses.
And since I have no photos from that shoot, here's a gratuitous picture of my nephew, The Spud, learning how to lay down suppressing fire with the Browning 1919A4 heavy machine gun.
Lucky kid! I never had toys like that when I was his age.
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