Things that make you go hmmm...

Polish 40mm

2005-11-08T19:44:00.000-08:00

Yes it has returned from the graves of those frozen battlefields of Scandinavia. Its waiting for you and saying "I dont really have any recoil, come on touch my 7.4 pounds per square inch trigger...."

Bigger Bang

2005-11-07T18:08:00.000-08:00

Above is a B-61 Gravity Fall Nuclear Weapon in various stages of assembly. It is configured to be dropped from the B-1B Lancer, B-2 Spirit and F-16C Falcon platforms. A new model was updated in 1997 and kicks more ass than I ever want to know about. There are currently 750 Model B61-7 weapons in the U.S.A.F. stockpile. The mission-specific 1,200-pound B61-11 "bunker buster" replaces the B53, a 8,900-pound, nine-megaton bomb that was developed as a "city buster" and was later designated as a substitute for an earth-penetrating weapon.

The B53 was deliverable only by vulnerable B-52s; in contrast, the smaller and lighter B61-11 can be delivered by the stealthier B-2A bomber, or even by F-16C fighters. The B53 was the highest-yield weapon in the U.S. arsenal. Although not a true earth-penetrating weapon, it was believed capable of taking out underground targets through brute force. When fuzed for a ground burst, a small percentage of its energy would be transmitted through ground and rock to buried installations. Even a small percentage of nine megatons is a lot of destructive power. In contrast, the B61-11 offers a variable range of yields, the highest of which is only a fraction of the B53's. But because it can pierce deeply into the earth, "ground coupling" its energy output to efficiently produce a shock wave, the B61-11 is more efficient at destroying heavily fortified underground structures, enabling it to threaten the same deep targets as the B53.

Meanwhile, the B61-11's lower yields enhance its credibility as a deterrent. The B53 was too big and too "dirty" to use. Its use would have caused a massive amount of collateral damage above ground. The new B61-7, from which the B61-11 is made, has a selectable yield ranging from 0.3 to about 340 kilotons. It was first placed in service in 1985, and super-modified in 1997. (The original B61 entered the stockpile in 1968.) The B61-7 can be fuzed for air or surface bursts, and has a hardened ground-penetrator nose system with a retarded contact-burst fuzing option. It can be dropped with or without a parachute, making it deployable from B-1B, B-2 Spirit or F-16C aircraft. Delivery would be made from aircraft traveling at near supersonic speeds to avoid heat and shock effects. It is assumed that F-16C Falcon pilots would be able to start afterburners and accelerate far enough away from the impact site to survive the detonation of the weapon despite their small size.

And you know darshs like this are just bound to get their hands on them sooner or later...

Tis the Season ( Beta Verison )

2005-11-05T17:24:00.000-08:00

....trying to get my holiday job with UPS (cus they pay well!). Just wanted to know what you people think.

Tis' the Season
when all through the land
people get packages
in North County lands

Its not Poway
or even Carmal Mountain
it has a rich little church
with a beautiful fountain

I speak of RB
I can taste the night
of delivering packages
with furious flight

Onward steadfast driver
we haven't a moment to linger
these packages must go
we drop them off with the ringer

All have been delivered
all packages gone there way
we sit back and wonder
what will come the next day

--Michael Rice

The babies....

2005-10-29T16:24:00.000-07:00

2005-09-14T15:54:00.000-07:00

Calimike

I hate tech support...

2005-09-14T14:24:00.000-07:00

Not the wonderful woman named Dana from Lincoln, Nebraska on the other end of the line easing me through the most basic tasks of hooking up my DSL. No the hatred that I speak of is when I call Microsoft to bitch about needing the Microsoft CD (which I don't have because I have a pirated copy of Windows) to install drivers for my NIC. Now if I have the have-disk with all the mother-fucking drivers on IT, why the fuck do I need the damn Windows disk. This shit pisses me off. But that's not the point I'm trying to get to. The thing that REALLY pissed me off is that the "Tech" I "spoke" to couldn't speak English to save his life. Now before everyone asks "do you have a problem with people in another country trying to make a living by taking AMERICAN jobs?" I want to say FUCK YES! I want my Tech Support done here in America by Americans. And for that matter I want my McDonald's served by Americans (I know its a shitty job but that's what High Schoolers are for) not Mexicans. That makes me think of a funny story. Right before I left from Colorado my mom asked if I was racist, I said "No, the older I get the less people I like". But low and behold the world will not change to see things my way I fear, so I say to you bothers and sisters of America, BUY AMERICAN MADE!!!!

I'm Sailing Awayyyyyyyyy!!!!

2005-08-02T14:49:00.000-07:00

If Styx said it, it's gospel. I find myself on the tiller sitting astern of my family’s boat. I haven’t seen such a beautiful day on the water since 4^th of July ’02. These are just some of the pics of the summer that was......

Doesn't deserve a title

2005-07-28T14:53:00.000-07:00

Damn, she looks like trailer trash shit....hahhaahahhahahaah

Karaoke and Mexicans

2005-07-27T11:48:00.000-07:00

I have to say that a Tuesday couldn't have gone better that it did last night. That which I speak of is of course singing Friends In Low Places with your host of all things red-neck, AJ. Now this night got off to a decent start with a couple of pitches of MGD closely followed by many Tuaca and Jager Bombs. I meet a former Marine named Patrick who is a current bouncer at TNT’s, cool motherfucker. Hes there with his girlfriend and her brother, cool people as well. I also ran into Joshua Shu whom use to swim with me on the Liberty Team. All and all the night was off to a great success. Now I don’t claim responsibility for any of the songs that were sung off pitch and out of key as hell, but who knows we could have been great, I don’t remember.

As with all good stories this one to has a twist, in walk the Mexicans. Now were not talking about your 6’4”, chopper ridin’, Tequila drinkin’ shit starters here. Not even those soccer/football crazed, jersey-wearing assholes always yelling GOOOOOOOAAALLLL . Oh no what we had here was the class Z working grade, 4’2”, light beer drinking Fucktards. One of these pricks has the gall to come over to me during the middle of toasting to the Corp with my new buddy Pat and ask for one of the smokes on the table. Of course, you’re thinking “Well Mike he at least asked you for a cigarette in English didn’t he?” Hell no he didn’t, he just waddled over (at 4’ nothing its hard not to look like a bobble doll) and puts he’s hand to his face in a puffing gesture. “Do you believe this guy?” I say to Pat. Pat says something in Spanish I don’t understand then the job-stealing, border-jumper walks off.

Now mind you that Pat’s girl has been sing multiple duets with this girl Pat says is a stripper who use to dance at TNT’s. This is a damn good thing to be watching compared to our off-key asses. Well the Mexicans have hit around their third beer and its 25 minutes ‘til close. As Pat’s girl walks back to sit with us she gets slapped on the ass by one of the all-look-the-damn-same Mexicans. Lucky for them Pat isn’t aware of this just yet. I look over at Pat’s girlfriend’s brother ((I wish I could remember peoples names better) we’ll call him John), and he’s staring at this group of beaners like they just broke a Jack Daniels bottle cause it wasn’t Tequila. He gets up and moves towards them with intent in his eyes. I get up out of my chair and motion to AJ to “Get The Fuck Up”. Now by this time news of us standing up worked its way around their table and the got up to leave. John jumps out at them as they take off out the door. I follow closely with AJ in tow. Now I'm not saying that I remember this all completely blow for blow but John tackles one of these guys and starts hitting him. Now another Mexican comes back from running toward the car his friends are piling into and takes off his belt subsequently using it as a whip on John's head. Out of nowhere Pat comes charging through passing AJ and I slamming into the two Mexicans who were now standing over John whipping him. Pat hits them like a freight train, one flies off the ground completely and hits the pavement with a resounding thud, the other crumples into a ball and slides across the ground under a closely parked car. At this point the game is over for these guys, 2 down and out and 2 looking at each other in the car probably thinking “oh shit”. I hold back John while he’s still trying to go after one these guy with their own belts screaming “don’t touch my sister!!!” as loud as a drunk can, AJ holds perimeter security. They take their wounded and pull out as fast as they can.

We regroup back inside with 10 minutes left ‘til close and find out that those same guys jumped the fence out on the patio last week to get out of a tab. Talk about low live scum. We take our seats at the bar and kick another one back just in time for last call.

Drinking to end all Memories

2005-07-26T17:05:00.000-07:00

I, at the pondering of a conversation with Tyler earlier today, have decided that this weekend will not be remembered. I say this with utmost certainty and promise to magical gnome under my bed that all the alcohol that can be drunk will. Now this does not sound like anything new to some of you out there, but there has been no drinking on Last Weekend to rival what is to come. I need a vote of confidence from the masses to push this endeavor forth. I ask for your strength of stomach Chris, your drinking longevity Tyler and your headstrongness Steve.

Give me an AMEN!

Farting Dogs

2005-07-15T16:36:00.000-07:00

This is the look on my face the first time man's best friend ripped one

In the begining

2005-07-15T15:42:00.000-07:00

Well lucky lads and lasses you've come stumbling down some path into a part of the internet known as the no-thinking zone. This wonderful place caters to all sentient beings that have had spend far too long browsing the net searching for content and come up with squat. Here you can kick off your digital shoes and take a load off (not loads associated with porn sites!) I welcome free thought, candid perspectives, and most importantly making fun of AJ. All this said lets start with the subjects...