Any y'all gunslingers out there know that down-loadable targets aren't the easiest to come by, depending on what you're looking for. I've been looking for zombies, and generally haven't found a thing that some guy isn't asking an arm and a leg for. Be Serious. We're talking about pieces of paper that some person is gonna put fricking holes in, okay? Draw a picture on poster board with goddamned crayons and it's a target, right? Yet some buttheads still want to charge you your first-born for their special take on shootable paper. Give me a break.
I'm offering these up for free. Yes I know that my Photoshop (copyright Adobe inc.) skills aren't that great. But for pity's sake, were talking about pieces of paper that people will put holes in. We all get that, right?
I don't know who the original artists are, and I apologize in advance should they not want people to shoot the horrors they keep in their heads. Gosh, I'm real sorry guys.
These are pistol targets, though if you have balls and can print them big, you can use them as rifle targets as well. The head shot is nearly life sized. The full body shot should be treated as a zombie at distance. We all know what they're capable of should they get close, so take them down far away, yes?
I know that the target zones are small, and well they should be. What? You think a zombie is going to present it's two-foot wide cranium to you for practice? Get real, Sharleen! Print them out; take them down. That's the very point.
And, you're welcome.
p.s. Anyone that has access to high-rez pics of zombies is welcome to share them. ... Just sayin' ...
For some reason I do not understand, my Internet connection here at home has gone to absolute shit. The service restarts itself every minute, and it's seriously more irritating than dial-up at this point. However, this post is big enough, huge enough, of such awesome import, that I simply *must* attempt to get the word out.
Unless you've been living in a cave, you know that Craig has been doing the online blog-talk-chat-radio thingy for a couple of weeks now. He's had such notables as Jeff Mangan and Mike Harris on the show so far. Obviously, he's reached the low end, because tomorrow I will be on the show. The saving grace for Craig is that Dave Sherman will be joining us. As the old farts of the Montana blog-o-tubes, this should be an interesting and lively discussion. (Strange trivia, but true, Dave and I got to know each other as the first Montana members of the community website MetaFilter.) Now, Dave and Craig are both tighty-righties, and as has been published, I'm the most slavering moonbat liberal in the WHOLE STATE OF MONTANA!!! Obviously, this discussion will involve nuclear weapons and slap-fighting. You want to experience slap-fighting, don't you?
I read a multitude of right-wingnut websites. That's just a fact. I like to see how thought-challenged so many can be. Usually, I laugh at their pathetic attempts to smear and silence disagreement while screaming at the top of their little lungs that those who favor Democracy over fascism are silencing dissent. They tend to be pathetic fools, but humorous pathetic fools, nonetheless. But the one thing, guaranteed, that will drive me away from reading their spew are their mewling attempts to sucker others into giving money to support their stupid ranting. I read Misha, the anti-idiotarian chihuahua, very irregularly because he whined about how life wasn't what he wanted it to be, and begged others to pay for his cock-ups. I used to read him every day, until he whined about others giving him money because his existence actually meant that he'd have to be human. What a fuck. I actually take pleasure in reading Kim Du-Twats mewlings begging others to give him moneys because he's been black-balled by the business community for being the complete eliminationist asshole that he really is. Poor Babies, they are.
Don't get me wrong. I have no problem with those who use the inter-tubes to get money for what they do on the inter-tubes. But whining about how life has treated you unfairly while asking for others to show charity from those who screech about personal responsibility? The stupid hypocrisy makes me want to puke. And so we find Jim Kenefick.
He runs a website called Moorewatch.com, where he spends most of his time whining that Michael Moore actually makes points that he doesn't agree with. Oh the horror! Kenefick has portrayed Moore to be anti-gun, when the obvious facts are that Michael Moore is not anti-gun, he is aware of the gun-culture that we've made in America and wants us to be aware of it. Kenefick has pointed out the inaccuracies of "Fahrenheit 9-11", but doesn't seem to understand that most of those have nothing to do with the narrative. Kenefick's only real argument seems to be that Michael Moore is fat, and that's all we really need to know.
And so, in a remarkably coincidental convergence of circumstance, Michael Moore has done a movie slamming the sad state of insured health care in America, and Kenefick whines about how his wife's medical bills have left him bereft in this state. I read that, and thought : "Too fucking bad. It's a free market, you lying asshole. Can't pay for insurance? Get a fucking job!" But no, Kenefick's whining led to an anonymous donor providing him with his desire. Only ... one ... little ... problem. The anonymous donor appears to be Michael Moore.
Kenefuck, preemptively decides to call Moore out, and clear his good reputation as a right-wingnut. Here's my issue, though. He spent the fucking money.
Seriously to Fricking God, people, we live in Montana. When people give you things, you don't whine about the source. If you have a problem with it ... you give it the fuck BACK. You don't don't act like a whiny bitch about where it came from and then hope that others don't notice that you accepted the gift. Kenefick asked, Moore gave. What's the fricking problem?
Tonight is the first night that my computer has been turned on in 5 days. In part, that's because I worked my overly large ass off over the weekend. I replaced all of the carbon-covered wiring in the house (save a meaningless 5 inch stretch), and yes, some of it was the ever dangerous aluminum. Also, I am the closing manager this month. Since I don't post from work, that leaves me more time to futz in the yard, and vastly less to actually post content. But mostly, it's been the bunnies.
The neighbor, dickhead though he is, has a log-sided shed. Under that shed lives a warren of the rabbitage. Longish ears, twitchy noses ... yeah, rabbits. The cats have taken a certain interest. Last Tuesday (Tyrsday) the young cat brought a bunny inside and laid it in her food-dish. Rather polite, if you think about it. My beloved discovered the bunny and tried to shelter it from the blood-spattered carnage that would defile the house. She went down and bought a live-trap, such that we could rescue the rabbit from inter-domicile wreckage. Unfortunately, Mouse, (short for the Grey Mouser) had done enough damage to the rabbit that it died. *sigh* But the cat wasn't done with Bunny pillage. I came home on Thursday (Thor'sday), tried to post, and Mouse came screaming out from under my computer desk. She had brought in yet another rabbit to feast on, but it had taken refuge under my computer desk. This bunny was very much alive, and crafty as to ways of the trap. Suffice it say that between capture of the rabbit, and clean up of the rabbit's fear response, I haven't been online much the last 5 days.