Showing posts with label Para Tac-S. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Para Tac-S. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Ninjas and Topless Models? Tune In and Find Out.

Set Your DVR to Awesome.

Apparently, I'm going to be on TV tonight. Check out the Outdoor Channel to see the footage Michael Bane and Downrange TV shot at Blackwater with the bloggers (and me.)

Were there really ninjas in the trees?
Spies doing awkward judo behind every closed door?
Topless gun-calendar models wandering around?
Shirtless, sweaty SEALs rappelling down from shoot towers to bring Tam magazines?

If you don't tune in, you'll always wonder. Personally, I don't have cable TV, so I won't be watching. Luckily, Para was nice enough to send a DVD with our footage. You can also see all the segments (well, I think it's all of them) at the Downrange.TV link. So, in conclusion, I'm not going to watch it, but you totally should, because that in no way implies any value judgment of the show. I'm just too lazy to call a TV company. I have three rabbit-ear, fuzzy channels, and if I'm being honest, there's a good possibility I'll have zero channels in February because I just keep putting off calling.
On the other hand, I have a LOT of books and a high-speed internet connection.


Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Kane's OK

We put in a full day at the hospital, from about 9:00 to 3:30 or so in that bland little room, to find out that the kid's fine. Maybe a little constipated. Luckily, he had my Calvin and Hobbes collection and I had The Hunting Rifle by O'Connor. Even so, I admit it, I dozed. Extensively.

They tested for strep first, and by that time his temperature was back to normal. But it came back negative and his abdomen was still tender, along with nausea, and by that time they were telling me it just about had to be appendicitis. But the CAT scan showed nothing but, and I quote, "a lot of stool."

Lucky for the kid, none of his classmates read this stuff.

Kane was great; he drank the "contrast" concoction, got an IV inserted and blood drawn, and never complained once.

Oh, yeah, and I got an email from my FFL:
"I have it."

Very nice. Now all I have to do is figure out a way to get there and pick it up. I think dad might be ready for company this evening, and tomorrow's USPSA night. I'm not exactly sure I can get there and back on Friday, either, since I'll have to go after work but before I go on call. But it's no big deal; however long it takes, I'll just blame the FFL. :D

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Don't Toy With Me, FFL-Man.

"I paid early last week. My wife said a gun arrived but I do not know which one since there are several arriving this week."
That's what my FFL sent me today in reply to my plea for news of the Gun Blog .45.

Argh.