Thursday, October 23, 2014

And the embarassments keep coming

I should be finishing up my review of the Turok Son of Stone movie. I really should. And editing my current rough draft. But how can I not make fun of this most recent incident? I mean, I knew that our current Pres is incompetent to the point of legend, but even by his standards this is just astounding.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/armed-former-convict-was-on-elevator-with-obama-in-atlanta/2014/09/30/76d7da24-48e3-11e4-891d-713f052086a0_story.html


Under Bush with that one fella and the wicked throwing arm? Okay, yeah, kinda wacky, but that guy didn't get too far. And he didn't have a gun. But wow, one of the most tight and petty guys that ever walked over the threshold of the Whitehouse wanting the strictest of gun control and penetrate every element of personal life and he has a violent guy working for him, but is armed and within French kissing distance of him in the sodding elevator! This is just too delicious. I mean for crap's sake, I've been more thorough in looking over people when they're going to babysit.


Okay, true, it is not Obama's fault, but wow the incompetence of his security leaves me nothing short of astonished. The bar is now so low that you could apparently trip over it.


The reaction of Obama's Secret Service leader.
So Pres, quick question bro. If you can't keep one random armed dude at high-five distance from you while surrounded by Secret Service guys or keep some schmuck out of the White House, what on Earth makes you think you can keep anyone or anything else safe? What makes you think you can keep weapons out of the hands of criminals even if Eric Holder is no longer around to give them quality stuff? Clearly the answer is MOAR CONTROL!


After all, the anti-gun guys are at the forefront of firearms knowledge. Behold, the pinnacle of anti-gunner wisdom!


Pictured: The leading authority on anti-gun lore.


Okay, that's not entirely fair. I'll be honest. Schultz is actually smarter and intellectually honest. And he's adorable!


Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Reality is conspiring against me

It's funny how life works sometimes. No sooner did I finish my rough draft of Hunter from the Red Hills than my entire computer gets ravaged by hostile software, prompting me to initiate a totalitarian purge of my system, weeding out any sedition within the rebellious programs skulking about in the background. I freaking hate Trojans and viruses. I'd love to find the guys who made some of these and pay them a visit.


And now when I sit down to actually do some rewrites and editing I just happen to get sick. I need to check around this new place for hexing signs and remove them, cuz this crap is getting ridiculous. Sigh. This just ain't my month it seems. And I have to beg for my old job back. Fun fun fun!


Ugh, wish me luck gents. I'm gonna need it!

Saturday, October 11, 2014

The chaos life!

Holy crap things have been messy lately. The entire clan had to pack up everything nailed to the ground, pull the nails out of everything that was, and haul them around like a pack of mules. But somebody has to do it, and being a strapping young man, I had to chip in. But good grief is it a confused hassle.

Fun fact: When moving something weighing upwards of two hundred pounds over uneven ground, young children like to get in the way and ask really stupid questions. Then they cry when you tell them to get out of the sodding way so that neither you or they get crushed under the worlds most dense piece of furniture. Shocking!

I also find some designs of modern homes most baffling. Specifically in regard to lights. My room isn't installed with a single sodding light bulb! Why the devil are modern constructions so averse to installing lights? I mean, okay, the attic entrance is in my room so you can't put a ceiling fan smack dab in the middle, but why not scoot it over a foot or two? I want to be able to see in my room dangit! Give me some light bulbs! Thomas Edison didn't steal all the credit for inventing the thing just for them to be abandoned after all.

I suppose I shouldn't complain too much. My new command post is rather cozy, complete with the fantastic luxury of having a closet! Not quite enough room for the usual battery of bookshelves though. I swear, with all the literature I lug around you could use them as submarine ballast. Well, back to the literary hammer and anvil!