"The Minstrel of the Dawn" Gordon Lightfoot
Tonight I was able to qualify in night shooting. This consists of shooting at a target shaped like a human torso with only a flashlight, then with no light other than what nature provides at 10:00 pm.
Tonight was a dark and stormy night. That translates to not much light by which to see.
And yet, despite all my other pistol shooting shortcomings, I shot for size (c. Paul Allen) in the dark. Perhaps I should only work night shifts.
This does nothing to disprove my theory that the sun steals my power.
Fuck the sun, long live the fucking beast!
From the "Americans are Horribly Overweight, and We All Have to Pay For It" file - It turns out that "People of Size" (i.e. fat folk) are saying that the airlines are discriminating against them. It's because the airplane meals are too small.
No, actually it is because those of a larger carriage are being forced to purchase an extra seat if they take up too much room on an airplane. Sounds fair to me. If you don't fit into one seat, and you're taking up someone elses space, you really should be purchasing another seat to hold your fat tub-o-goo ass.
I'm not trying to be mean, but for Eris' sake, you're taking up all of the room on the plane. I imagine many large people would love to have the extra room another seat provides.
Now, you have to be really fat to overflow these airplane seats. I'm not talking about 20-30 pounds overweight. We're talking orca fat here. If you are too fat to fit in one seat, you're gonna have to pay. It's not discrimination, it's taking other people into account. Now if we can do something about crying babies on planes, I might decide to fly again.
The other day, I came up with a great idea - Drunken Kickball. Imagine it; Soused up folk trying to kick a big rubber ball and then run in a sqaure to score points, which I call "runs." And other besotted people catching the ball and throwing it at the aforementioned "runner." Fun for people of all ages, 21 and up! Methinks I could succeed at this game.
I currently have 80 Steve points, and that number can only go up (Unless UnAmerican decides to take them from me again - Precious Steve Points).
I met a wonderful girl the other night. Well, she was wonderful as far as I could discern in the 2 hours of interrupted conversation I was able to have with her. She is smart, very pretty and she sings random songs without caring what people around her think. To seal the deal, she likes "Sports Night." *sigh*
For some reason, intellectual girls aren't attracted to me. Sure, I've dated some very smart girls, but there is a certain type of intelligence, the kind that makes you yearn for more knowledge about anything you can find. I know girls with this attitude. They aren't attracted to me. I don't know why.
This girl, Sara, seems like this type. Again, I know very little about her, but she did spend several weeks in the Alaska tundra with no entertainment or amenities, including a three day fast during which her only companion was a bever (Insert bever joke here). The ability to do something like that is a very attractive quality, especially considering I can't go 5 hours with no TV without breaking out in 23 kinds of rashes.
Anyway, the fact that Sara goes to school in Colorado and she may be attracted to my former boss doesn't bode well for me. But hey, a Discordian can dream, can't he?
Speaking of the outdoors and large rodents, I was once attacked by a woodchuck. Well, he didn't attack me, but he looked at me, at it was a pretty harrowing experience. Ken + The Outdoors = Not Much Love.
And you know me. I'm all about the love.
I'm Ken Feucht, and I believe that nightshooting deserves a quiet night.