Or izzit pissants with pitchforks?
Anyway, somepissants er, peasants lit up some torches last night, rummaged around, found their pitchforks, and marched on Castle Argghhh! to disturb my repose. Fortunately, they did it digitally, on the internet, so I just rolled over, rubbed Gunner's tummy, and had no idea they were out nailing e-posters to anything that would accept a digital simulacrum of a nail.
Good thing I replaced that old wood-post fence with steel posts. Need to get the virtual fougasse installed, I think. [Note to self, check with BCR Labs on status of same].
Something that looked a lot like JTG shambled up from under the drawbridge muttering, "Hey, this is the internet! Pix or it didn't happen! I wanna see pix of the interior and exterior guards chowing down on 'yote meat! (Assuming that you've cooked it enough to kill the parasites) "
Then some Zoomie-larva named Josh chirped up at 11:39 PM (apparently having nothing better to do at zero-dark-thirty his time) with "Sorry John, he's right. The law of the internet clearly states that anything not proved by photographic evidence never happened."
Snerk. Bearding the Armorer in his den.
Re: photographic evidence. This is the blog that posted a picture of 4 pistols when in fact only three existed. This is the blog that made it's reputation, among other things, debunking Reuters pictures during the Israel-vs-Arab matches two rounds ago. Pixels is pixels.
The dead critter, shot in moonless darkness by the glow of a mercury vapor lamp, tumbled off a steep cliff and 100 feet down into the creek.
The days of the Armorer going wandering around rocky icy terrain at night with no illum looking for bodies and blood trails is long past. I shoot another coyote that has the courtesy to fall dead at my feet on the lawn, okay, I'll get the camera.
By yesterday morning, the Scavengers of Argghhh! would have left little to photograph that looked like a coyote. See note about wandering around rocky, icy terrain (though, admittedly, less ice now - which just makes crossing the creek more annoyingly icky because of the mud), and doing it in daylight... except that at this time of year, daylight is also the time the Armorer heads off to the office. And sunset is the time he drives back from the office. And while the distance of the shot was about 30 meters, since the Armorer isn't going to go lumbering down the cliff (as that would likely turn into tumbling down the cliff) it's about a quarter mile to get to the location of the body. See note about darkness.
So.... if there's anything left on Saturday, maybe I'll feel like taking a walk. Except it's likely to be raining... so don't hold your breath.
That said, Gunner may scarf up a piece or two and bring it for show and tell. He's done that before. I collect guns, ordnance, helmets and fire control devices. He collects dead stuff. Go figure.
Anyway, some
Good thing I replaced that old wood-post fence with steel posts. Need to get the virtual fougasse installed, I think. [Note to self, check with BCR Labs on status of same].
Something that looked a lot like JTG shambled up from under the drawbridge muttering, "Hey, this is the internet! Pix or it didn't happen! I wanna see pix of the interior and exterior guards chowing down on 'yote meat! (Assuming that you've cooked it enough to kill the parasites) "
Then some Zoomie-larva named Josh chirped up at 11:39 PM (apparently having nothing better to do at zero-dark-thirty his time) with "Sorry John, he's right. The law of the internet clearly states that anything not proved by photographic evidence never happened."
Snerk. Bearding the Armorer in his den.
Re: photographic evidence. This is the blog that posted a picture of 4 pistols when in fact only three existed. This is the blog that made it's reputation, among other things, debunking Reuters pictures during the Israel-vs-Arab matches two rounds ago. Pixels is pixels.
The dead critter, shot in moonless darkness by the glow of a mercury vapor lamp, tumbled off a steep cliff and 100 feet down into the creek.
The days of the Armorer going wandering around rocky icy terrain at night with no illum looking for bodies and blood trails is long past. I shoot another coyote that has the courtesy to fall dead at my feet on the lawn, okay, I'll get the camera.
By yesterday morning, the Scavengers of Argghhh! would have left little to photograph that looked like a coyote. See note about wandering around rocky, icy terrain (though, admittedly, less ice now - which just makes crossing the creek more annoyingly icky because of the mud), and doing it in daylight... except that at this time of year, daylight is also the time the Armorer heads off to the office. And sunset is the time he drives back from the office. And while the distance of the shot was about 30 meters, since the Armorer isn't going to go lumbering down the cliff (as that would likely turn into tumbling down the cliff) it's about a quarter mile to get to the location of the body. See note about darkness.
So.... if there's anything left on Saturday, maybe I'll feel like taking a walk. Except it's likely to be raining... so don't hold your breath.
That said, Gunner may scarf up a piece or two and bring it for show and tell. He's done that before. I collect guns, ordnance, helmets and fire control devices. He collects dead stuff. Go figure.
And I happen to be an insomniac, and yes, I do wander the dank recesses of the internet at zero dark thirty many a night...
I think I'm gonna send you a webcam duct-taped to an RC helicopter for your birthday!
And you want to send me a camera-enabled RC helo... kewl!