I’ve had a case of Bronchitis since Christmas, Just made my second trip to the doctor’s after the first treatment was unsuccessful. We’re throwing every drug on the planet at my system to clean this shit out now.
If this doesn’t work, I’m just going to hop into the autoclave at work and call it good!
So I’m gonna chill out now, More blogging in the morning.
Wonder if you’ve got a case of whooping cough? It’s more common than people think, and “bronchitis” is often a mis-diagnosis with it. Might ask your doc about the possibility, and get a booster after you’re better.
I doubt its Pertussis. I’m rock solid on my immunization for that stuff. Got my last booster about 8 months ago. Also I really don’t have much of a cough. All my coughing is voluntary actions in attempt to clear my battered airways. It really just feels like massive and persistent inflammation of the airways.
It’s probably karma from promoting dubstep. Reap what you sow applies to us as well.
I prescribe American beer, red meat, American Whiskey, Johnny Winter music, and shooting firearms that are chambered in rounds that can be bought without uttering the word millimeter.
Bonus points for paying with genuine cash money american greenback dollars.
All I have to say to you is 11.43x23mm and 7.62x51mm! A rose by any other name smells just as sweet! (And yours truly has and unnatural love for the European convention of cartridge names simply because I’m a taxonomy g33k)
So how many euros does it take to purchase a box of .308 Winchester or .45ACP ammunition? Where I live, they take cash and debit cards, but they’ll give you the stink-eye if you hipster sashay in with euro-trash pretense.
Perhaps someday you’ll offer a post explaining the somewhat incongruous aspect that permeates ammunition history, both from a decimal and metric point of view. It’s a subject that I find fascinating.
In your own example, 11.43mm “maths” out to .450. Hardly the .451 or.452 projectiles that I use for my reloads. (thankfully you’re talking ACP, if we were talking .45 Colt, we’d have to allow up to .455)
7.62mm = .300. (.308=7.82mm) Lands and grooves beard, lands and grooves.
As a taxonomist, I would think that your notes would be in better order. Then again, I can prepare sea cucumber. (I can barely hold it down myself, but if you require it on your quiche, I’m your man)
I’m also very happy that youngsters such as yourself appreciate two of my favorite rounds. You can hipster and dubstep all the live-long day, but in truth, we’re both lucky to have access to what we want…by any name.
LOL! Yeah I don’t know if I did a cartridge nomenclature post on this blog. I know I did a few on my old LiveJournal account (talk about hipster!).
I’ll say my love for dubstep is actually rooted in my classical musical training. Use of dissonance and odd key signatures and off-beats, it makes me happy and challenges my ear. Still I hate to say it, but my love for .308 Win (Yeah, 7.62x51mm generally refers to the NATO loading, and the Civilian loading is much hotter, so while I prefer calling it by its euro name, I strive for that stamp on the chamber) and .45 ACP is more hipsterish. I’m a bit of a size-queen when it comes to my go-to cartridges, and I feel better with them by my side, despite the scientist in me knowing that the difference between 9×19 and .45 ACP in a good defensive loading is nearly indistinguishable. And the chances of me using my FAL at ranges where the .308 will out-perform a 5.56x45mm is a bit optimistic.
As a musician myself, I can appreciate the order of things that might seem strange to others. We’re right…they’re just embarrased that they can’t dance!
On guitar, drums, or piano, I always seem to go backwards in search of that one phrase. The one that parts the clouds, brings religion to every atheist, allows everybobody to scream “I’m happy”.
You can’t wish it and you can’t buy it. It’s there or it ain’t. A flatted fifth or a major 7th won’t change jack shit.
Without going too far into dissonant progressions and their musical emotion, I would only ask that you give a listen to anything by Gene Krupa.
The world lives in a clumsy rhythm, Krupa syncopated it.