…from the folks at Palmetto State Armory:
Tagline: “Roses Are Nice. Rifles Are Better.”
My sentiments exactly. Roses die, but a decent rifle is forever.
So for all you lucky guys out there whose wives enjoy shooting, here’s a thought (link in pic):
I’d have suggested one with rose-pink furniture, but PSA doesn’t sell them.
No, it has nothing to do with ass. Sorry. Before “back door” (like “adult”) became a porn industry expression, back-door marketing was a kind of marketing whereby you appealed to a consumer via unfamiliar (or apparently so) means — you know, get a free trip to Florida, free as long as you agree to listen to a 60-minute sales pitch for a time-share purchase. That’s about the best example I can give.
Here’s another: in my Inbox yesterday came this offer from American Airlines:
Note that the ticket may not be on American, but on their “partner” airline Qantarse, on which I have vowed never to fly, ever. (Details here and here, for Those Of Short Memory.)
In my case of course, not only have I blanked Qantarse but also the entire continent of Strylia because fukkem, the foul bureaucratic pricks. Even the presence of Beloved Grandchildren are insufficient incentives to get me to that poxy country, which should tell you everything.
And the next time I fly American — which is going to be a looooong time in the future — I’ll use up my paltry not-so-frequent flier miles instead of dollars because fukkem too.
Every so often I come across a meme, cartoon or expression which makes me chortle… except that it is extremely date- or time specific, and can only be posted at a certain time or on a specific date, e.g.
So I have a folder on my system called “Date Specific” which contains all of those, and inside are sub-folders with names like “Tax Day 04-15”, “National Ammo Day 11-19” and so on, in which I keep said objects.
So a couple days ago (May 5) Reader Steve D. (who is, I think, Hispanic) sent me an email which contained the following:
Bravo, Steve. It took me a minute, of course, because Sinko Da Mayo is amazingly not a date which resonates with me, particularly as it isn’t as relevant to me as dates such as a former South African client’s daughter’s birth date (don’t ask, I never even met her) or the day I first French-kissed a girl (December 17, 1968) and so on.
Anyway.
The only problem (for me, anyway) is that I have to keep a mental note of annual calendar dates so that I can post the appropriate entry — and given my advanced state of age-related mental diffusion, that’s becoming increasingly difficult.
Which sucks, because if I happen to miss the date and fail to post the thing, I have to wait a whole damn year before it becomes relevant again.
Here’s one I missed last July 4th, for instance:
Please forgive this addled old blogger…
I can’t be the only one who has this problem.
Every time Iain Tyrell fixes a car up and then takes it out for test drive, I want one. Even when, as here, it’s a notoriously capricious and finicky Ferrari Berlinetta Boxer.
The worst thing the world’s most erudite car mechanic ever did to me, though, was rekindle my love for the Dino 246 GT, after fixing one up and taking it for a spin; this, despite my having driven a 246 many years ago and being utterly unimpressed with its stiff clutch and clunky gearbox. And when he talks about setting up the car’s door handle to perform, in his words, “like a hair-trigger on a rifle”, then I really, really want one. Again. Even if it would set one back close to or over a half-million dollars. Pshaw.
The utter bastard even teaches one how to buy a Dino.
That one’s only a measly $375,000… a bargain — not — when the original 1969 Dino would have set you back $5,000 (or about $35,000 today.)
So yes, I am a complete and unashamed sucker when it comes to this stuff, and I blame Mr. Tyrrell completely. Feel free to share your own inexplicable automotive crushes in Comments.
In the world of professional snooker (“WTF Kim?”) there are few better sights to see than Scottish referee Michaela Tabb:
Sadly, the TV cameras spend most of their time looking at the non-essential stuff like the players and the table layout instead of Michaela, but sometimes they do slip up:
And if that last pic got you looking, here are a few non-referee-type pics:
By the way, she’s nudging 60 — but this is one granny who could make a few bucks on OnlyFans, you betcha.
I had a quiet chuckle at this story:
A home that was featured in a 2010s hit TV show finally sold after a massive price cut and 12 years on the market.
The Barrington Hills home in Illinois sold for $6.5million on April 25 after spending more than a decade on the market.
But it wasn’t that the home – that was featured in all six seasons of Empire that ran from 2015 – wasn’t beautiful or wasn’t in a good, very secluded area, it was simply the price point.
The home originally tried to sell for $15.9million in 2013, before dropping to $12.5million in 2016.
‘This price point is very difficult to sell in Illinois, period,’ said agent Michael LaFido. ‘It’s not like Florida, it’s not like California where they’re having $10[million] to $20million [homes].’
LaFido said only a ‘handful’ of homes priced at $6.5million and above are sold each year.
Yeah. In Illinois, maybe that’s true. Let’s be honest: who would want to live in the People’s Soviet of Illinois, a state run by Fatboi Pritzker? Only people who’ve lived there all their lives — and I see that the house was eventually purchased by someone local. Nobody with any kind of wealth is moving to Illinois, after all — in fact, the reverse is true, and Fatboi’s mismanagement of the state, its sky-high taxes, sky-high crime rates and all the other Blue State blues are causing wealthy people to flee Illinois rather than move there.
So you have a shrinking pool of prospective buyers, the area is not close to Chicago — Barrington Hills is over 40 miles away from the Loop — and the house was overpriced for that market to start off with.
Compare and contrast that with this house here in Plano.
(more pics below the fold, if you don’t want to follow the link)
Nice, not as pretentious — none of that faux-baronial stuff — same kind of acreage as the Barrington house…
…but it sold within 11 hours of its initial listing.
I mean, if you’re going to spend that kind of money and had a choice of location, would you rather live in north Texas, or northern Illinois?