Something Feral

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Sunday, October 5, 2008

Thoughts regarding a weekend on the road

- I need a trip to the city every so often, as it reminds me just how much I dislike the urban mindset, sprawl, tide, consumption, and abject self-worship.

- Even in the city, Nature finds a way to remind mankind that those of us that live in the concrete jungle are just deluding ourselves about a sterilized isolation from the outside world. In this particular case, a wood-spider on the back porch (EVERYONE PANIC). Yeah, it's nightmarish-looking little critter, but the web was beautiful. The girlfriend gets the shakes when she thinks about it, though.

- The girlfriend's cousin's wedding is tomorrow. I know about three, maybe four people there, and we're now approximately eleven hours away from home, all of which must be made up on Monday so that I can be back in the lecture-hall Tuesday. Whee. Fortunately, I'm not driving, and judging from what I've heard, no expense was spared, which likely means an open-bar. Which might make up for the high probability of family-related drama rolling this way with all the amiable intentions of a pack of famished hyenas.

- Speaking of the girlfriend, I will now publicly acknowledge her patience while we drove an extra two hours in commuter-traffic to a particular firearms shop, where I spent another hour-and-a-half gabbing and filling out forms. This will have its own post when it arrives. Yes, I'm being intentionally vague. Yes, it is a sexy beast of a weapon.

- I had intended to purchase a copy of Waiter Rant in hardcover, but lack of agreeable material for the car-ride led us to agree on purchasing this on CD (9 hours, unabridged). I've been following his blog since before I had been waiting to cover expenses while living in the eastern San Francisco area (I have since moved to finish my degree), and it is an excellent read, particularly for anyone who has had to deal with John and Jane Q. Public in a service-related profession.

5 comments:

Elusive Wapiti said...

Bruother Feral, I must rebuke you in a spirit of love.

I'm surprised that you submitted yourself to the filling out of BATF forms.

Why not just procure your preferred weapon of self-defense from a private party and not end up on Big Brother's hit list?

Have you not seen Red Dawn? What is the first thing the filty Commies do when they take over?

Elusive Wapiti said...

Ugh, that post had a shedload of typos, I'm ashamed to admit.

Something Feral said...

Unfortunately, all private-party transactions have to go through a FFL dealer here in the PRK. So, damned if you do, damned if you don't. Even for the "curio and relic" items.

Believe me, I agonized over it, but in the end, it was the difference of having and not if life became difficult in the near future, so I did.

When my escape-plan from this forsaken penal-colony comes to fruition, I can always trade it away if need be. If not, well, "Molon Labe!"

Triton said...

Why not just procure your preferred weapon of self-defense from a private party and not end up on Big Brother's hit list?

It's awfully hard to find a private party willing to sell you what you want. Even on the gun classifieds, most of the sellers are dealers or those who are only willing to ship firearms via FFL's.

Believe me, I agonized over it, but in the end, it was the difference of having and not if life became difficult in the near future, so I did.

Exactly. If you had waited until you found a private seller willing to sell you what you were looking for, you might have had to wait several years.

What is the first thing the filty Commies do when they take over?

The first thing the citizens will do is burn the bound books at the gun stores. ;)

Something Feral said...

I had an excellent experience at the shop I went to, and I'll recommend it to any other PRK proletariat, but there's really no reason to come to (arguably) the worst state in the union to buy a firearm in.

I did get the feeling come social upheaval, the owners would beat the citizenry to the burn-pile with the record-books. But it's just that, a feeling... All of the "proper protocol" was followed.