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Announcement is made...

By The Armorer on May 30, 2006 | | Comments (31) | TrackBacks (1)

1st Milblogger's Shootout

Of the 1st Milbloggers Shootout! Francis Marion is recruiting.

Maggie claims she doesn't shoot, and what sort of entertainment will we provide her?

I say - she runs the butts.

Now, who will be first to explain why *that* is simply perfect?

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By Maggie on May 30, 2006 2:07 PM
"Maggie claims she doesn't shoot.........." Sounds like you don't exactly believe me. I have had my hand on a gun exactly once. It was in a holster attached to a state trooper I was dating. We were engaging in one last private moment before joining our friends for dinner inside a restaurant. My hand strayed down and grazed the weapon.......I nearly screamed. Fortunately I didn't cause a scene.......there was something covering my mouth, LOL! As to *running butts".........as intriquing as that sounds..............Princess Crabby does not furnish her own entertainment.
 
By Sgt. B. on May 30, 2006 2:13 PM
I ain't sayin' a friggin' word... But this is close enough for me to attend...
 
By FbL on May 30, 2006 2:16 PM
Wow. I never would've guessed after nine minutes there would still be no snarkage on a gift like that!
 
By Bad Cat Robot on May 30, 2006 2:37 PM
I think the Denizens are paralyzed by the veritable plethora of possible snarks. It's hard to choose!
 
By Maggie on May 30, 2006 6:24 PM
BTW - You have a better cahnce of seeing God than you do of you seeing me running in the pits. I have men to do my bidding, doncha know.
 
By Barb on May 30, 2006 7:35 PM
Somehow I can't see Maggie running around behind the targets waving her drawers when we miss. Then again, there was apparently a mooning incident that some of us missed out on...
 
By Were-Kitten on May 30, 2006 8:53 PM
*breaks into song* Mooooooon... Riiiiiverrrrrrrr
 
By Maggie on May 30, 2006 9:34 PM
Again, sadly....to the slow ones on the short bus.......not *mooning*........*flashing*
 
By John of Argghhh! on May 30, 2006 9:37 PM
Hee! It is what *we* say it is, Princess Crabby. One thing about language - it's the one thing the plebs *own*!
 
By Maggie on May 30, 2006 10:12 PM
I have no problem with mooning. I'll show you on the next pub crawl......but it is what it is. Some guy from Texas once told me "You can put kittens in the oven.......*dudn't* make 'em biscuits." Lift shirt, show panties - flash. Unbutton blouse, show cleavage or more - flash. Lift skirt, no panties - moon. Edit to pass NetNany, if necessary. That is all.
 
By Justthisguy on May 30, 2006 10:44 PM
I reckon it's up to me to be the one to explain, being a specialist in literal-mindedness: Back in the day, before Real Estate Development, people would shoot rifles at very long range, at very long ranges. (like, 1000 yards) You couldn't hear anybody yell from that distance, especially with people shooting, so visual signals were used by the guys at the butts (where the targets were) to let the shooters know how they were doing. (See the movie "Sergeant York") The signal for a clean miss, not even on the paper, was traditionally the waving of a red flag. This was called, in slang, "Maggie's Drawers." I *don't* know how that got started.
 
By Maggie on May 30, 2006 11:02 PM
Justthisguy - There will be answers to many questions at the event. Will you be attending?
 
By Maggie on May 30, 2006 11:02 PM
Justthisguy - There will be answers to many questions at the event. Will you be attending?
 
By Justthisguy on May 30, 2006 11:39 PM
*Sigh!* Prolly not. It seems like it's at the opposite corner of the continent from where I live, and what with the IRS deadline on the estate tax coming up, and my ex-brother suing me, and trying to pack up to sell the house ...
 
By Maggie on May 30, 2006 11:47 PM
Baby! I thought you were singing some country western song..........you need the break from the sound of things!
 
By Justthisguy on May 31, 2006 12:01 AM
Oh, and I'm not a milblogger. More of a camp follower. I just came here for the Gun Pr0n, the Armorer was nice to me, so I hung around...
 
By Maggie on May 31, 2006 12:03 AM
I tried the "I am not a milblogger" arguement about DC. I am a diarist. No excuse. Also, somebody tell BeerGirl what we'll be serving at the PubCrawl.
 
By Murray on May 31, 2006 3:03 AM
Can I bring my trebuchet?
 
By Maggie on May 31, 2006 5:57 AM
Murray - the only rules are that there are no rules. You bring your weapon.......I'll bring mine.
 
By John of Argghhh! on May 31, 2006 6:46 AM
Um, Maggie, I didn't *quite* get those definitions. Is there a film?
 
By John of Argghhh! on May 31, 2006 6:48 AM
Camp Followers are allowed, JTG. If you ever escape from your CW song, you'll be welcome. You'll have to do the laundry, of course, but, we'll draw the line there.
 
By jim b on May 31, 2006 8:25 AM
With milbloggers spread out from here to the commisssary, it would seem to make sense to hold a series of "Regional Shoots" leading up to this. Or Not.
 
By Maggie on May 31, 2006 9:08 AM
Jim B - Does that mean you are not going to Fort Lewis? You can always just come to Boston and see me.
 
By jim b on May 31, 2006 10:18 AM
Wake up Maggie I think I got something to say to you It's late September and I really should be back at school I know I keep you amused but I feel I'm being used Oh Maggie I couldn't have tried any more You lured me away from home just to save you from being alone You stole my heart and that's what really hurt
 
By Maggie on May 31, 2006 11:05 AM
Jim B - A man could do far worse than being used by me! I'll give you back by September, I promise.
 
By jim b on May 31, 2006 12:26 PM
Why am I not conforted?
 
By Maggie on May 31, 2006 12:36 PM
Baby, weren't you a Marine? Where is your fearlessness? Where is the "improvise, adapt, overcome" attitude? Why aren't you comforted? Probably because I'm not a comfortable woman. Come on! Come to Fort Lewis! Consider this a Royal Summons. Princess Crabby
 
By Sgt. B. on May 31, 2006 2:26 PM
"Maggie's Drawers" originated from Princess Margaret's own Regiment of Foot, where every missed shot was met with scorn and derision by the other troopers on the line. Being infantrymen, they knew that a pair of ladies' unmentionables would attract the most attention of a unit of liberty-starved soldiers, and thus ensure that the non-shooting fluke in question would be well counselled by his peers... Our Maggie's drawers, on the other hand, inspired an entire compliment of Milbloggers to cease-fire and retrograde to an alternate position, and thus could be compared to the guidon of a unit, which, as we all know, are hoisted on a pike, and leads the unit to victory (or at least keeps everyone going in the proper direction...)
   
By Maggie on May 31, 2006 3:45 PM
SGT. B - Excellent!!!!!!!!! I can not tell you how pleased I am. Although The Armorer being speechless is great as well.
 
By Murray on May 31, 2006 6:58 PM
Well at least when I hit something it stays hit.
 
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