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Because he likes to try new stuff he's always asking what style we want him to make.
I keep saying "scotch ale!"
Since I demanded it, he insisted I come "help".
I didn't do much helping, mostly just watching and kibbutzing.
I learned a bit about brewing too.
Marv and FuzzyGeff's T2K characters are in Złoczew, Poland three days after the battle of Kalisz, July 21, 2000, just before dawn.
Marv's character is wounded.
The NPC's have brought up their M240G and the tripod.
They are ready... Maybe?
Aside: Ubuntu has a handy way to make the 'ł', so did the Mac. Windows made it a pain.
It has been twenty years since Rob of Acidman's Gut Rumbles shuffled off into the void.
It doesn't seem like it's been that long, but... Damn.
Best wishes to his daughter and son, and I hope they got to know him from what he left them on his blog.
A few years ago, Mr Fleetwood bought me a drinking horn.
It's cool as fuck, but unhandy.
That's because you can't set your drink down.
He apologized for the place he got them from for being out of stock on the stands.
I finally remembered to get a stand!
Awesome!
Kinda reminds me of Gerb...
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
-- Laurence Binyon
Today is not about sales. It is not about summer starting. It is not about grandma.
It's is about those who served and have passed beyond the veil.
I want them all back.
To:
Bernie Canniff (Korea, in a car club together).
Carol LeFon aka Neptunus Lex (patiently explained both real world and flight sim military aviation to this tanker).
Davy McGuire (COB USS Whale, originally a friend of my Dad's, later me).
Fred Gabow (we served together, his wife hired someone to murder him).
Jerry Pournelle (you do read, don't you? Willing to be wrong and listened to my correction!).
Kevin O'Brian aka Hognose (our beloved Weaponsman).
Paul Harrell (he taught me a couple things about guns and how to reply to dicks).
Robert (uncle by marriage to Mom's sister).
Standing Bear aka William Dawkins (WW2 and Korea, who taught me gaming).
The world is better that you were in it and worse that you have left.
DerpyPuter has shed the 500gb drive that came with her and now has a 1tb drive that used to house Win7 on Crispy I.
Special thanks to JT for figuring out a configuration issue.
Happy dance to go from 321 to 821 free gigs of space.
When the Death Star collapsed in Marv's back seat, we had thought we'd gotten it all in the back for Adam.
Marv, however, found a stray the other day.
Today, I ran up to Ocala to give Adam his parts.
The Beast is made for the open road!
The lack of AC is a bit tedious, but it wasn't too bad, really. I grew up without AC at all and it was a bit nostalgic to drive with the windows down.
For some reason the gnome on the left reminds us of Willard.
Maybe it's the cigar.
Reader Terrapod generously shipped us a used laptop they scored from a county surplus equipment sale.
THANKS! from me, The Lovely Harvey and The Boy!
Need to exorcise Win11 from it and make it a Linux box.
I have completed my buddy's Death Star!
Huge.
It's the biggest thing I've ever constructed from Lego.
Now we have to figure out how to get it from my house to his house.
Sorry about the free ice cream dispenser being down...
I am wrapped up in this Death Star build for my buddy and it doesn't have a lot of handy off-ramps to stop on.
Basically, each level is two assemblies and doesn't give a good stop point except for completing the level half.
Getting there, though.
He's got Huntington's Disease, in case you wanna find a charity that meets your needs and donate to help find a treatment.
He tapped me to make his kit because his fine-motor skills are already taking a hit.
I got it my head that The Day The Unbearable Light Of Lex went out was next Friday.
It was last Friday.
Make up toast of Guinness (for strength) and Jameson (for courage) was done yesterday at dinner.
Sorry about that, Lex.
Then I totally missed 3-08 day!
So...
plus
A friend of mine bought the $1,000 Lego Death Star.
He's got some physical impairments that would make building it a major effort.
So he asked me to.
I'm about half done.
Even if I quit right now, it's the biggest Lego I've ever put together.
And it will get bigger!
A buddy of mine has, mostly, decided to get his first gun.
He's got a degenerative neurological disorder, so his grip strength can vary a lot.
So I suggested the S&W M&P 2.0 Shield EZ in 380.
It's got several features that are designed to make it easier to operate and load.
We found one in stock for $500 at the store that has one of those handgun "petting zoos" where you can rack the slide and pull the triggers on guns that have been defanged and are tethered to a display.
He felt that was a bit much, so I suggested the store I normally shoot at.
They had it for $450 and he almost dropped the money on the counter.
A major snag was the stupid waiting period. If he'd bought Tuesday, he'd have had to schlep back down here from Ocala on Saturday to get it.
This might be a blessing in disguise!
Marv has found several on Gunbroker for $400 buy it now and a few even lower.
The problem is shipping and the transfer fee. It's easy to add the money you saved right back onto the purchase.
PLUS! He's a first time buyer who's not familiar with how us long-time owners do things. Though, he's a wheeler-dealer with other things, he's prolly familiar enough with how it works in a different context that he wouldn't be totally confused by it.
The FFL closest to him wants $40. That means that shipping would have to beat $10 to be better than my local range. Or the price needs to be lower than $400...
I can see him shopping hard and bidding on the cheaper guns until he got lucky.
I've found about five people I've served with on Facebook.
We're mostly Gen-X, so spotty about getting on social media.
Some of them have even replied after so many years of not being in contact.
Kinda neat.
A long, long, time ago: I borrowed a book from Gerb. <-- He is missed every day.
I don't remember what about it made me ask to borrow it, but I did.
I remember enjoying it then returning it and, basically, forgetting all about it.
Only to be reminded of it in the comments at a political blog.
The book was "Tuf Voyaging" by George RR Martin.
Yes, THAT George RR Martin.
I can now say that I've read a GRRM book and enjoyed it.
This had been true for... uh... decades. I think I borrowed it before I went into the Army. I just didn't realize it because I never made note of whom wrote the book and I'd even forgot the title.
Took some time off blogging to get ready for FuzzyGeff to come visit.
Not everything at home went right and I didn't get to spend as much time as I would have liked with him, but since he gets on with Marv well enough not all was lost for his trip.
Ran GURPS: Twilight 2000 for the first time in... um...
I don't think I have ever actually played my conversion for 4e.
My oldest archived copy of the 4e conversion pdf is from October 2016. The oldest copy of the odt files are from Jun 2007 and they still have 3e stats for the vehicles.
I converted it to 3e more than once and the last version of that is from 2016! The first was ad-hoc and while I was still in the Army in 1988.
For a while I maintained version of the conversion for both 3e and 4e.
It's New Year's Eve and it's time to do a cleansing sage.
That means fire.
There will be some fireworks and board games with drinking too!
Harvey got me this absolutely deadly projectile weapon!
The "primers" are the triggers and the spring that lobs the plastic projectile is contained inside the case. The problem is when you load a round and close the action, the "primer" hits the breech face and goes off.
3D printing makes for a lot of fun!
A sword shaped dice box was not something I'd even thought of, and here it is.
Willard gave the best gift, though!
He says that it's been whining about being at his house among the Smith and Wessons.
If it looks familiar, it's the same gun I sold him to pay for my air conditioning a few years ago.
Guinness for strength!
Jameson for courage!
Happy birthday (posthumous) to our dearly missed Captain Carrol "Neptunis Lex" LeFon (USN Ret).
As long as we remember them, they're not quite gone.
