Sep 14, 09 04:25 pm — Just checking in to see how everyone is doing around here. I've been busy working etc.
JMZ
P.S. I was shot at for the first time in my life this weekend out in the sticks at my parents cabin. Well maybe not exactly shot at, but thats what I first thought when several .22's came zinging in and impacting near my feet and the exterior wall of the cabin where I was standing in my bright yellow fucking shirt.
Who the hell was shooting at you?
I have no idea. But after my dad and I yelled out in to the forest for them to 'watch where they were fucking shooting' we loaded up a few of our own and went for a ride. We heard shots out in the distance but nothing where we were at.
What a bunch of donkeys.
Good thing you didn't find them though, your daughter needs her Dad around, not in prison.
Wow. You have a fucking shirt? Bright yellow no less. Normally, I remove all clothing (unless it's elevator sex) when fucking.
5 times?
(that's what she said)
I tend to leave things on such as but not limited to shirts, hats, socks, shoes etc.
Is it kinky to have sex clothed? Could you call it Puritan Style?
I was standing in my bright yellow fucking shirt.
I just thought it interesting that you have a shirt specifically for that purpose...
lol I got it the first time you baudy little veninde.
You (plus) veninde = vocabulary win
How did you know they were .22s? Did you retrieve one of the bullets? Are you in a heavily wooded area or an open field? Hard to imagine you wouldn't be able to see where the shots were coming from.
The impacts in the side of the structure were the size of .22. We looked everywhere for a round but we didn't find any. Its in a high desert area filled with short pinon and cedar trees, and the ground is either shale rock, or powdery dirt. In after thought we think it might have been someone shooting something in a tree about 1000-1500 feet from where the cabin is. The cabin resides on a hill top about 100 feet above the floor where the shot were coming from, and the thickets of trees are so dense you really wouldn't be able to see much unless you were close. The way the rounds hit, they still hit pretty damn hard. Hard enough to kick up some small splintering and such, but the graze marks we found didn't contain any reminance of the rounds.
We talked to a sheriff on the phone today and he said they've had problems in that area. Its not densely populated and is actually really rural. Cabins, dirt roads, etc.
Its legal to shoot but not within 600 feet of any structure which there is enough people up there that you wouldn't be able to shoot. He said he's up there 2x a week for complaints about people getting bullets zinging by them here lately. I guess there have been people shooting .308s up there around people and its gotten close.
Even though he is 45 miles away in the nearest town he said he can be there in about 15 minutes if we need them to come up and investigate or pick up a body.
I see. That's a rough situation. You should at least be able to tell which property the shots are coming from and go talk to the owner.
By the way, you comment shares a lot of nouns and adjectives with my own life- "45 miles from town," "problems in that area," "people been shooting," "middle of nowhere.
22's can be rim fire or center...unless its aome kinda auto the brass would still be in the gun till ejected no?? and if its centerfire probably reloaded... rim fire not so much...pesky indents .
Can't put my finger on it but I'm hearing banjo's for some reason.
Here's to not getting hit.
The people there wouldn't know what to do with a banjo if they had one.
The locals are one of two. Crazy hermits that don't bother anyone, or crazy hermits that are crazy crazy. My family has had property there for 2 decades now, and when we first started going up we'd be the only people there in the forest/desert for miles. I'll see if I can find some either google earth, or cell phone, pictures.
Its like this type of high desert terrain.
I doubt the Google street truck has been in that area.
I guess I'm doin' fine.
No one has taken a shot at me, but I have kinda been staying away from Miami lately, which might have something to do with that.
I sell my services to hospitals and some of them are getting on a bandwagon to limit sales reps to those who can document a whole bunch of stuff about themselves, including immunity to common diseases. They want a yearly TB skin test, and tests to prove you are immune to Hepatitis A&B, or alternatively, get yourself a Hep vaccine. I have a bit of a problem with some of these new regulations, but one is kind of amusing. They want me to prove that I am immune to chicken pox. I had the chicken pox, but when I did Ike was president. My pediatrician has been dead longer than Elvis, and I don't know how I am going to prove my immunity. I thought of taking a baby picture of myself (which is black & white photography) and coloring in some red dots with a magic marker.
Now this isn't as bad as some crazy rednecks taking pot shots at ya, but this is my world right now.
To prove you are immune to those diseases, have someone from the health department accompany you to the nearest Super WalMart. Stand in the middle of the store breathing deeply for 10 minutes, then walk around the store for another 40 minutes.
Put you in quarantine for however long the incubation period is on those diseases and when you emerge with nothing more than influenza A, B and C, an unidentifiable rash, and head lice they'll notice you don't have anything else.
I have a bit of a problem with some of these new regulations
I almost peed myself laughing at that. If you have a problem now, wait until we have a fully government run healthcare system.
I will be waiting a long time Z3 because there is no such proposal before the Congress.
Even if we woke up one day with a Single Payer plan (which I believe will NEVER EVER happen) we would still have for-profit hospitals, medical practices, drug and supply companies, and so on. Capitalism would still be practiced in our health care.
And one more thing, I don't like regulations any more than anyone else. I hate anything that slows me down, gets in my way, causes me grief, and so on. I tolerate it when it has a productive purpose, such as preventing abuses, keeping the public safe, etc. When it appears to be overly oppressive for no valid reason, I get pissed off. Is this not the response you would expect from a red blooded American capitalist like me?
So I can assume you cannot in any capacity stand it when some fool-throw-back from the 60's is puttering down the interstate in god damn Prius at 48 mph because it can't go any faster than that?
Also noted that the Prius gets around 18mpg at freeway speeds.
A bigger problem for me, as a guy who logs a good 25-30 thousand miles per year, most of it in Florida, is the speed freaks who make me look down at my speedometer to see if I am really in reverse on the highway, only to discover that I am going 75, while the nutjob that just passed me has GOT to be well in the triple digits. A guy who did that to me today was driving a, you guessed it, Prius.
I would never have guessed that one of those things could go that fast unless it was just dropped from a helicopter, but there it was, a blur on my windshield two seconds after catching my eye in the rear view mirror.
The slow pokes you mention tend to be Florida's super-senior citizens, 80, 90 and up, driving Miss Daisy or some such thing at a good 35mph on the Interstate. They are about as hazardous as deer on the roadway, and just about as cute, too, driving their 1959 Cadillac de Villles, so low in the saddle, they look like cue-tips from behind.
Here we don't get the Al Gore III types driving Prius cars.
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