Alarming News: I like Morgan Freeberg. A lot.
American Digest: And I like this from "The Blog That Nobody Reads", because it is -- mostly -- about me. What can I say? I'm on an ego trip today. It won't last.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: We were following a trackback and thinking "hmmm... this is a bloody excellent post!", and then we realized that it was just part III of, well, three...Damn. I wish I'd written those.
Anti-Idiotarian Rottweiler: ...I just remembered that I found a new blog a short while ago, House of Eratosthenes, that I really like. I like his common sense approach and his curiosity when it comes to why people believe what they believe rather than just what they believe.
Brutally Honest: Morgan Freeberg is brilliant.
Dr. Melissa Clouthier: Morgan Freeberg at House of Eratosthenes (pftthats a mouthful) honors big boned women in skimpy clothing. The picture there is priceless--keep scrolling down.
Exile in Portales: Via Gerard: Morgan Freeberg, a guy with a lot to say. And he speaks The Truth...and it's fascinating stuff. Worth a read, or three. Or six.
Just Muttering: Two nice pieces at House of Eratosthenes, one about a perhaps unintended effect of the Enron mess, and one on the Gore-y environ-movie.
Mein Blogovault: Make "the Blog that No One Reads" one of your daily reads.
The Virginian: I know this post will offend some people, but the author makes some good points.
Poetic Justice: Cletus! Ah gots a laiv one fer yew...
That would be a .700 caliber. I’m sure it seems like a silly exercise, until such time as the dinosaur actually comes chasing after you.
The cartridge, named the .700 WTF (“What The F…”) and is made by fire forming a .50 BMG brass case, trimming it to 3″ in length and then sizing it. The round is loaded with a 1132 grain paper patched .700 lead cast bullet.
The rifle, with just a 16.25″ barrel, can push the 1132 grain of lead up to 2300 fps. Thats 13,000 ft/lbs of energy, right up there with the .50 BMG and far exceeding the .700 Nitro Express. The cast lead bullet has enough energy to pass clean through a 1/4″ steel plate.
From our blog-uncle Gerard, again. Yeah, we’re linking to him repeatedly, fracturing an informal policy we’ve had, since the very beginning, in doing so. Got a problem with that? He’s linking just as often to us…and he’s the one who was clinically dead, and he’s more interesting than we are. No, really. He’s taking on some big-game caliber slugs traveling at Mach 2 plus something. We’re just embedding some video clips of foreign-country weather girls with nice lookin’ legs. Which is something, I suppose, but still.
Besides of which, it just so happens we’re breaking in the new .22 targeting rifle tomorrow bright & early. Which is just about perfect for a sheet of heavy card stock with some rings printed on it, whereas the .700 WTF is just about perfect for a fucking T-Rex straight out of Jurassic Park. With lawyer-intestine still dangling off its incisors.
Well, now. That leaves us a mere 48 hundredths of an inch. We’ll just work our way up gradually.
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