So, in mid September I wandered into the gunstore, just in case. I was half of a mind to get this revolver. It was gone. But there was a nice Springfield 1911 in there for a very decent price. What the heck. In 2 weeks it would be a PITA to get anything in Maryland. Then, on September 30th, I waited in line 2 hours to pick it up. Here it is perched in some Zombacalypse protective head gear.
I wanted a Series 70 project gun I could work on. Thoughts of gunsmithing classes dancing in my head. Just a bare bones stainless GI series. Most everything a fella could want.
Ghosts in your machines, whispering pwnage songs to each other - Isaac Asimov's I, Robot stories ended with two robots placed in storage. In the story, they were powered down, but there was still a minimal set of circui...
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