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Oops. I posted a funny chart but the board ate the formatting. Buy a Nagant, so you can look down your nose at AR sissies and their cute black accessory bags. Oh, here's a link to the chart. http://7.62x54r.net/MosinID/MosinHumor.htm

Awesome. Nerd win.

You beat me to it. Rep.

Actually, I'm fairly certain it was intended to be the last season. However, according to the article below (and several others like it), they may decide to start a new story arc after this one ends. http://ausiellofiles.ew.com/2009/08/30/will-supernatural-end-in-2010/

(no particular order) Current Shows: House Fringe Supernatural Dollhouse Heroes V All-time favorites: Firefly (actually just re-watched it all again) BattleStar Galactica (the recent one) Jericho The Dresden Files (Currently re-reading the books, too) X Files Terminator: The Summer Glau Chronicles (nerd honesty here)

Damn. Those things are made of Unobtainium anymore. Hob13 is gonna have a coronary when he sees that.

+1. Organized religion is nasty business. Incidentally, most of the founding fathers were Deists, not christians. Remember, our country was founded at the tail end of the Enlightenment.

Squirrel hunting is always sport. Those little bastards are quick and mean. I consider using flamethrowers and/ or Mk19's to be absolutely fair, because those evil little fuckers are evil little fuckers.

Alright, apparently I'm not being very clear, as I seem to have a bunch of infuriated deer hunters quoting me all over the place. sports⋅man –noun, plural -men. 1. a man who engages in sports, esp. in some open-air sport, as hunting, fishing, racing, etc. 2. a person who exhibits qualities especially esteemed in those who engage in sports, as fairness, courtesy, good temper, etc. sport /noun 1. an athletic activity requiring skill or physical prowess and often of a competitive nature, as racing, baseball, tennis, golf, bowling, wrestling, boxing, hunting, fishing, etc. Okay, people who hunt or fish tend to be referred to as 'Sportsmen'. ALL I was saying is that the practice of training deer to stand in a certain place year round, then showing up early to pop them during the season, is not particularly 'sporting'. I'm referring to a sense of competition, of 'man vs. the wild', of some sense of 'fair play'. There are plenty of hunters who understand this, and thus earn the title of sportsman. That said, my personal feelings about the unfair nature of such harvesting aside, I really don't mind as long as people eat what they take. All I was saying is that it's kind of moronic to refer to those harvesters as sportsmen. Hopefully that was a bit clearer. (/facepalm) Incidentally, I've known a fair number of people who've sustained pretty appalling injuries playing softball, earned through aggressive play in a game that involves running on loose surfaces and frequent flying objects. I have yet to see a treestand-related injury that didn't result from alcohol or improper handling of firearms.

Culling for population control is one thing; I just get irritated when I hear it called 'sport'. Obviously, there's very little risk or competition involved in that kind of hunting. Anyway, your words make it sound like I was saying I was opposed to all hunting, and I've already said I'm not. And given how many of my friends hunt, I'm well aware that we don't have legal rifle-hunting in Ohio. However, Ohio is not the only state in the country. Of course, as the technology in slugs and barrels keeps advancing, 100-yard shotgun hits get a lot less far-fetched.

I didn't say that we shouldn't eat any meat. Just that we could afford to eat a bit less with our giant greasy sweaty selves.

Honestly, I don't have much problem with either, provided people eat what they kill, and take all reasonable steps to avoid undue suffering. Plenty of species kill their food. Now, that said, people who use salt licks to train deer to stand in a given spot year round, then wait and snipe them from 100 yards away during deer season and call themselves 'Sportsmen' are assholes. That's harvesting, not hunting. It's only sport if the critter can shoot back. So, I'm proud to announce my new charity, "Shoulder-mounted, head-aimed automatic .50-cals for Bambi". It's a non-profit dedicated to serving the needs of real sportsmen everywhere by arming local deer populations with machine guns and motion trackers. Donations are welcome, but probably not tax-deductible.

For some reason, watching humans suffer doesn't bother me, but seeing animals mistreated really does. Actually, seeing animals mistreated makes me really want to go cause some human suffering of my own. I think it's because we have these big, over-evolved forebrains. I feel like that renders us fairly unique in the animal kingdom, and carries some ethical responsibility. When we kill our food, we should try to minimize its suffering because we have the brainpower to understand that it does suffer. Other animals have no such capability. So, I agree, we should be doing more about the treatment of food animals in this country. Cost and production efficiency should not be allowed to trump our ethical responsibilities as the smartest species on Earth. And it's true that enforcing more-humane treatment of food animals would drive up prices, but that could entail a side benefit: Maybe we Americans might be motivated to eat more vegetables and fewer fucking Baconators, and stop being the biggest gang of fatasses in human history. Mmmmm Baconators. Oops I got distracted. Time for more coffee.

I think you may have your undies bunched over nothing-- most (if not all) of those stickers are photoshopped in. I've seen a fair number of those pics elsewhere.

Actually, I used to pay those tolls pretty frequently, when I was still driving long haul. Definitely no fun. Good food out that way though.

Before going home around 2am Saturday night, I had to scrape frost off my seat. I was certainly unhappy that I'd accidentally left my masks in my backpack at home, and my face was past numb into burning by the time I got home. It may not be too bad in the daytime yet, but it'll be getting there soon enough; that's why I normally carry 3 different 'weather styles' of gear with me this time of year.

Actually, some of you guys have already met Mike. I dragged him to a couple of BWR bike nights, and he's the one who sold me the '77 Suzi. He's also a regular here at the Duct Tape Customs garage (although his new bike is nice and distressingly lacking in duct tape).

Yeah, it's not like the soldiers were being unnecessarily rough or anything-- you could hear them letting off the gas as they eased up to bump the cars. Pretty damn funny. Looks like fun, except for the whole trying not to get caught in an ambush thing.

The best part is the entirely straight-faced manner in which they present this graph, with gratuitous bat-porn at the top and the highly scientific column labels 'Licking' and 'No Licking': I'm surprised there's not already an entire web fetish community devoted solely to watching bats give head.

Seriously, I'll totally jump right on the Christmas bandwagon if I get to drive this thing:

Win! Didn't I see that on http://www.thereifixedit.com?

Win.

I recall reading (years ago) that it was originally developed as a covert way to prepare for slave rebellions, by disguising their training as 'dancing'. The current wikipedia article for it seems to be undecided as to which 'origin story' is correct. Odds are, then, that there's some truth to both sides.

Truth. Mine (on the '77) frayed most of the way out in Gahanna last week. I managed to float-shift the whole way home, nicking most of the lights. I also got the $18.xx one at Iron Pony (amazed that they had one in stock). Glad it worked out, man.

Indulgences. Yeah, crooked evil big-money religions are old news. Really old news.