Monday, December 29, 2008

On Bullpup Triggers.

One of the common complaints about the bullpup-configuration rifle is the lousy trigger that almost always results from the long linkage between trigger and sear.

Why not make it a single set trigger? Add a sprung hammer or striker above the trigger. When the trigger is pulled, the hammer/striker strikes the trigger linkage, with force independent of trigger pull weight, and lets off the sear. Reset the second hammer/striker on recoil somehow.

You add 3+ parts to the overall package (depending on configuration of parent rifle), but the trigger is much more configurable for the end user. There would be a tiny amount added to lock time, but hardly enough to affect accuracy for 99% of shooters.

I realize the bullpup is considered sub-optimal by many, but since so many militaries out there issuing AUGs, L85s, Tavors, etc. I wouldn't be surprised if someone out there already tried it.

On Dissapointment.

If you are offered a spectrum of offerings from Baltika Brewery, get the bottles you can't see through without a flashlight.

The "Classic Beer" and "Export Lager" offerings would not be out of place if re-labeled as a Vietnamese offering.

Luckily, I had a proper goddamned lager tonight with dinner, and boy did it taste good. Lighter beer's supposed to have a satisfying, sparkling note on the end, y'know? I live in the first world, and we have indoor plumbing. I can get enough watery finish to irrigate my own damn wheat, barley, and hops. (And personal Oxford comma supply.)

Sunday, December 14, 2008

On Baltika Dark Lager.

Between 7.62x25 and Baltika beer, I'm developing something of a soft spot for Russia. They don't seem to be big on subtlety, and sometimes green tea and airguns just doesn't cut it.

There's about eight different products by them at ¡BevMo!, and so far they're 2 for 2. I've already waxed poetic about their Stout. The number six dark lager is very dark indeed, with a much richer color than, say, Newcastle. In the grand scheme of lagers, this is about as heavy and malty as they get, while retaining the sparkling hoppiness one expects of lager.

It is, in summary, awesome.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Your Tax Dollars at Work.

So I was doing That Which I Get Paid For today, and I was interrupted from my usual MO (run around, do stuff, remember one of the fifteen other things which need doing, put down stuff half-done, repeat) by a would-be customer. She had wandered right past the line, which is usually acceptable if they're making an inquiry rather than a purchase. As always, I inquired as to her needs, and she immediately asked to be served by someone else. (The thought of actually queuing with the other would-be customers never seemed to cross her mind.) Fortunately, Cheerful Shift Lead took the baton, and would-be customer calmly explained that:

1. The person that enthusiastically offers help is on Their payroll;
2. She has suffered food poisoning in the past;
3. Person on Their payroll is responsible for said food poisoning.

A word of warning to those interested in being a covert tool of the shadow government: the pay sucks (why else would I be working retail?) but you get your Gray Death vaccinations on time.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

On Blunt Object.

I just discovered the joys of said blog.

I realize this is archive material, but it's priceless.

"
“Came to be shot”. That’s an interesting turn of phrase — it doesn’t even admit the possibility of a shooter’s existence. This language suggests that shootings have nothing to do with personal conflict; one can just come to be shot out of no-where. Hell, one needn’t even be shot — one might discover later on that one has come to be shot at some unspecified time in the past.
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Dark Beer Roundup.

So an old chum of mine was bugging off to Japan for a year, and apparently they're not too keen on dark beer, what with the triumvirate of Sapporo, Kirin, and Asahi. They're all shiny as pilsners go, but other than Asahi's unicorn-horn lager Stout, they're about as common as legally owned handguns, so we hit up BevMo! for some lovin', and came back with:

Baltika - based in Leningrad, the employees cut a deal with Carlsberg after they had to change their company letterhead. As part of the Danish Beer Borg, they fill the "ass-kicking Imperial Stout" niche in their lineup. It's dry as fuck, and by dry I mean actual overtones of ethyl, like one would get from the hard stuff. As stouts go, it's not well-behaved, but damn if it isn't rich, malty, and delicious.

Zywiec Porter - as discussed previously. I now realize it falls firmly in the Imperial realm of Stout.

Samuel Smith's Taddy Porter - we picked it because it had a cool, old-school label. I now realize that the best way to pick beers is by how cool and old-school the label looks. It's creamy, buttery, and rolls right off the tongue. Lots of body, but a clean finish. Not a hint of alcohol or hops, making it a good beer for people who don't like beer.

Guinness - The Irish have a talent for importing bulk Nigerian mediocrity, cooking it into wort, letting it ferment in kettles, and then storing it large casks before bottling it and shipping it across the globe. I suppose this'd explain all those times in college where I asked for beer, nay pilsner explicity, during an alcohol run (hey, I was 19 at the time) and the only thing that ever came back was Guinness. Guinness and enough Bailey's to stun a small horse. Sometimes you have to do it yourself if you want it done right...

On Gears of War.

Well, indirectly.

Gun Nuttery.

You might be a gun nut if...

You hear the line "They're hollowpoints, Walter, but they're not Hydra-shok hollowpoints," and think "Wow, this must be from the 80s."


You buy footwear from Midway.