Sal's had been so intertwined with young me's development for so long it's funny to me how I'm still drawn to make this post even though it's been like three and a half years since my last one. In that time I've become a homeowner, gotten married, adopted a dog, and yet nothing drew a post out of me til now. Coming up on a year ago now the pieces slid into place for me and I saw the clearest picture of myself to date. In my first few years here as a freshly minted member I was a proud witness to more than a few forumers finding themselves and it's only taken me a decade to catch up. Sometimes I can only shake my head at young me but then again, who am I to judge? I forget how long ago it was but at one point this year I made a semi-subtle status update alluding to the subject of this post but deleted it after being surprised by a facebook chat invite to a group of slammers. Real life name meets internet folk, you know how it goes.
So I guess this is take two? I'm split between sharing a fundamental part of myself with a scattered group I considered friends and the status quo of shutting in. But today was rough for me, all I want to do is eat again or watch more Netflix. And I'm just about out of whiskey. There’s this weird duality where it feels like I’ve had to grow up so fast while dealing with doctors and insurance for the first time, and yet I’m experiencing at the same time the rollercoaster of self-discovery and emotions I would’ve associated with middle school. Whether it's today with you or a year from now with literally everyone else, I'll have to get used to trusting in people's goodness. And so, with more time on my hands than ever, I ask this one question: do you think there's a prominent trans slammer I might have been aware of? You know, asking for a friend.
The comparison in activity from when I joined in 2006 to now is mind boggling. I can't believe it's been ten years. I was looking at my profile seeing what I included and started to realize... it's already been five years since I had relocated nearly exclusively to the minecraft thread! Scrolling down the main page looking at the last activity timestamps gives me a real Rip Van Winkle moment, it's so foreign to me still I just can't help but sigh every time. And then there's Guitarguy still chugging away with his status updates lol. There once was a time where I had to put thought into what time I wanted to publish a blog entry in order to not be quickly pushed onto the second page of blogs. Nowadays, that coveted page contains nearly an entire year's worth of blogging...
I don't know if I've ever said it proper, but thank you. To all of you I've spoken to on here, pleasantly or not, for what you've given me. A lot of who I am as a person was developed here. From the clan forums to the debate room and the forming of the clan chat moderating team to the minecraft server members, you've all given me fond memories and friends that I won't soon forget.
Obligatory latest knife picture
I've got three more on the way but with increasingly more difficult styles so we'll see how it goes.
It's been a while, hasn't it? Just thought I'd drop by and see what this place is doing. It's unbelievable to me that I came upon this place nearly ten years ago. And remembering what it was like then and seeing me and one other member online now. It's nothing new but still so weird to see. So how's life?
Obligatory rifle pictures:
Edit: I might've had a bit to drink a while ago and might ramble a bit but...
In the first image I've now got a x7 magnifier in front of my red dot for target shooting and a bipod attached to the bayonet lug. You ever shot steel targets? Guaranteed you feel like Annie Oakley because the feedback from the steel plates making that pinging sound is addicting. And in the second picture I've got a bayonet for funsies courtesy of a coworker. I'd never seriously put it on for anything but it just looks so right lol. My goal in life is to someday own property that I can shoot on. I love feeling the concussive force each round puts out, I can feel it in the ground through my shoes. And because thanks to Russia I can shoot my rifle as cheap as any .22 can. :D
I had been given a knife that I really liked the feel of so I decided to make a similar one that I wouldn't care about using and abusing. Below is the puma white hunter I was given and the inspired knife below it.
It's a little beat up already because I was whittling some sticks and splitting some 2x4 chunks for a fire. I tried a few new techniques making this one too. Particularly in using two different edge angles to facilitate slicing and chopping, respectively. As for looks, I left the dark heat treat scale on the knife to help with rust resistance (carbon steel!) and because I think it looks cool. :P
I think my next foray into knifemaking might be using an old file I softened during this knife's heat treat. Just need to think of a design...suggestions welcome?
My grandpa gave me a set of antlers for making knife handles so naturally the first one I make has to be for him. I'm still building a heat treating oven so I'm still at the edge shaping stage:
I don't suppose anyone knows their way around electrical stuff? That's all that needs to be finished on my oven, I've got all the bricks and stuff laid.
I visited my grandparents's house today and my grandpa gave me some knives, as well as some old files and a book about Third Reich edged weapons.
What I'm pretty sure is a skinning knife that has a carved antler handle.
A modified WWII bayonet converted into a knife.
(I'm not endorsed by Microsoft, it's just the only spot in my room where my shadow won't block the picture and it won't have a glare like the floor)
I've slowly been working on making two knives to give to retiring scout leaders and I've just about finished.
The sheaths have an eagle (both leaders are fathers to eagle scouts) stamped into them and the other side of the handle has a council pin set into it. Whenever the buttons come in the mail I'll make the straps to keep the knife in the sheath and I'll be able to finally hand them over to their respective owners. I stupidly left the knives in their sheaths before the sheaths were bone-dry and found them slightly rusted today. :( For round two and to possibly sell a few, I'm going to go with a 6" tanto neck knife and use two separate pieces of leather for the sheath because the fold-over design wasn't really working well for me.
Once you figure out how you're going to manage each step (ie: hardening/tempering) it's pretty simple. Most of my materials came from amazon and probably amounted to a bit over $30 per knife not counting the walnut wood since I had that on hand. But throughout my misadventures, I have learned to hate my local home improvement stores as their websites have listed several materials I needed as in stock but when asked in-store (separate trips!), never were.
Went out with some friends to see Skyfall, the newest 007 movie. It was pretty good but had some strange logic fails. There were dozens of things Bond could've done to won an underwater struggle, like kicking his opponent down deeper into the freezing lake, broken the guy's neck, or at least knocked some air out of him but no, he went with a stranglehold. 007, super spy, choked a man out underwater.
Rascal, about six years old, is my sister's cat. To put it bluntly, he is an goosedown. Today the puppy got to meet him and he just hisses and howls. I'm unsure if he'd go as far as biting. Rascal even hissed at me when I reached my hand out to him. Needless to say, Rascal is going to be thinking about what he's done in my sister's room for a while.
My dad passed on to me the number of a nearby fire department's training (and hiring) officer who I was to call to ask about possibly being able to sit in on training. I spent an hour figuring out what info I should give and what I should say for a phone call that must not have lasted even thirty seconds. >.<
Does anyone remember using N64 controllers? Well, I opened one up and found a space inside under the control stick that holds talcum powder. That's right, that white that always was underneath the stick wasn't wear and tear plastic powder, but actual talcum powder. It's okay, it blew my mind too.
Personally, I'm going to stick with viewing sals in its full form on my phone. Mobile leaves out info I'd like to see anywho.
I'm also not seeing all the formatting options and smileys? Edit: Ah, none of this shows on my phone. That sucks.
Several of us were standing around a campfire and we heard the screech. This time a bang actually followed and it was nearby. We had to slip through some trees to get to the road but we saw that a car had swerved across the road and ran headfirst into a tree. Several of those in brighter hoodies redirected traffic and I jogged back to our car to get some water bottles. The driver was crying but she was only shaken up, not much in the way of injury besides what I assume to be airbag-burn/rash. Besides that, not a very eventful campout.
*crawls back to avoiding study packet