(There are quite a few shelves still to come.)
This one goes around the TV. First step, bolt the TV bracket to the wall.
I will have to make a plan with the white wall behind the TV.
The reason I’m doing this in stages is that I wasn’t sure exactly where this unit would end up. It could have been 5cm to the left or the right. Now I can measure the remaining space and design a bookshelf to fit.
So we made it back home from our USA trip. When we landed at Schiphol I turned on my cellphone, which started buzzing with 12 SMSes “SAPS message: Your firearm Licence Ref. 12345 has been finalized. Card can be collected at your DFO.”
Well, OK, fair and well, but I’m not waiting for 12 licences, I’m waiting for a whole lot more, and furthermore they’d only been in the system for two months so no way can they be ready?
Well, turns out they were ready, 28 of the 33 I had applied for. Of the remaining five, three are firearms I handed in during the amnesty, and I know they’re taking a different (and much longer) route, one they’re still thinking about (probably because it’s a semi-auto 22 rifle, and they don’t particularly like people having those) and one (a 38 Special revolver) got denied.
Yea, that’s right, 28 new guns including two 357 Magnums, a 45, a semi-auto shotgun… but not the 38 Special revolver. I guess the “yes” and “no” buttons are very close together on the system.
To the right of that, a Star B (9mmP) and above it an Astra A-100 in 45 ACP.
The little pistol with the white grips is a Llama XVIII “Executive” in 25 ACP and is a lot more fun to shoot than you might think. Above and below that is an FN 1906 Vest Pocket in 25 ACP and an Astra 2000 in 22 Short.
The long barreled revolver is a Llama Ruby XXIV 22 target model.
The Browning 1910 (32 ACP) at the top right is in really good nick, as is the Astra 500 below it. The Astra 500 is an interesting piece — it’s basically a single-action Constable, and they only made 450 of them. Nice rescuing something like that from the cops’ smelters.
I ended up not shooting the A-100 or the 2000 because… I didn’t have ammo. For some reason, when packing, I thought the A-100 was 9mm and the 2000 was 25 ACP. Silly me.
And I only got three shots through the 1903 before the front sight fell off. Managed to find it, will have to make sure it stays put next time.
I also left two of my “new” guns at home — the Llama Comanche III ‘cos it was at the bottom of the safe and I didn’t see it, and the Marlin 1894 because (1) the firing pin is borken and (2) I don’t have any 38-40 ammo at the moment.
I’ll obviously have to repeat the exercise this coming weekend.
(Not pictured is the Ruger 96/22M levergun in 22 Magnum which I shot on the rifle range. Nice gun, will have to find a scope for it).
[Thanks to littlegun.info for the Llama Shooter’s Bible scans]
Internet is $9.95 for 24 hours, so we’ve been out there experiencing Disney rather than in here blogging.
The Star Wars ride is also very well done, much better than the space one at Epcot (in general, Epcot did not impress us).
From the all-you-can-eat department — if you’re hungry, the chicken dinner at the All Stars (where we’re staying) isn’t a drumstick and a thigh as you might expect, no, it’s a half chicken (plus two veg and a roll). Good value for under $10. Wine choice is limited to Chardonnay, Pinot Grigio or Merlot, and not expecially good examples of those. Ah well.
Abovementioned internet is in the form of a single RJ-45, so it’s time to log off and give Tanya a turn.
On this place, 10 years ago, nothing happened.
Back home though, I met Tanya.
Happy anniversary to us.
So I walked into a voodoo shop and was immediately transported to Hillbrow late eighties.
Smells evoke the strongest memories.
And I still have no idea what that incence is called.
New Orleans is dirtier than I thought it would be, this is after all a first world country. In many respects the 3 months 3 years comment that popped up recently is accurate.
Royal street is great. One street up, Bourbon street is sif. In daytime, that is. Right now, going for midnight, it’s rocking. Including guys in G strings dancing on tables. If it were girls, I wouldn’t have been here blogging.
Accommodation is good. A bit far from town, but affordable. Read the disclaimer. It’s all good.
Weather is batshit insane. 34 – 36C, with just over 50% humidity. We’re melting.
Did the swamp tour, very good guide, saw a few small alligators and quite a bit of swamp. Got takeaways from Verti Marte. Did the lunchtime cruise on the Steamboat Natches, took the ferry to Algiers and had Po’ Boys at the Drydock, shopped around some more, came back and had a shower, then Tanya and I headed out again, found the shops on North Peters Street (recommended) and went to the Gumbo Shop on St Peters Street (runs at almost 90 degrees to North Peters Street). There was a queue at the door. The place half a block down was 80% empty. This alone should tell you something.
Anyways. The Gumbo Shop sells appetiser size portions which is great if you’re not-so-hungry. Had the seafood gumbo, the chicken gumbo, the jambalaya, and the smothered turnip greens and garlic mashed potato sides. Came to $40 with two beers, a glass of Australian bubbly. Highly recommended.