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Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving was kind of weird this year.  Normally we’ll do Thanksgiving with my folks, and Christmas with my wife’s family.  However my Dad got really sick and spent Thanksgiving in the hospital, turns out that he had two heart attacks and is now diabetic.  He’s doing okay right now, but it having to adjust to some serious life changing things, like giving himself shots and having to carefully watch everything he eats.

 

This wasn’t really a shock, as he’s been really overweight, under stress, and in poor shape for a long time, but when you hear that kind of thing, it just bowls you over.  We went down and visited.  Seeing the grandkids cheered him up.  So this year, I’m just thankful that Dad is still with us. 

 

Saiga Mags have been mailed

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Here are some pictures of what we did the day before Thanksgiving.  There are the piles of packages, at the office, and then at the post office.  I actually mailed about 300 packages.   All back ordered magazines have been shipped.   

The thousand people standing in line behind me were really happy.  Luckily nobody threw a cinder block through my truck window, or slashed my tires, but you could tell they were thinking about it. 

 Happy Thanksgiving!

Correia personal update

My thumbs hurt. 

 

Over the last few days we’ve built several hundred Saiga .308 magazines.  Between having the mag parts arrive, building them, and bagging them, combined with the Christmas sale, we’ve been swamped.  The backordered mags will be shipped out before Thanksgiving. 

 

On the writing front, I’m still waiting for the proof copy of Monster Hunter International to arrive.  I’m planning on going over it, and having my local proofing master go over it, and getting it sent back in less than 48 hours.  But the longer I wait for the proof, the less likely I’ll make Christmas.  That’s why I wanted to do credit cards and checks for the pre-order, that way I wouldn’t cash anything or charge anything until I was ready to go. 

 

Now that I’m down to just one job, I’m trying to get back into shape.  I’ve lost ten pounds so far, but managed to throw that out the window last night.  My family went Christmas shopping, but on the way home, got stuck in traffic FOREVER.  And wouldn’t you know it, sitting right there was a Golden Corral, taunting us while we were all hungry, and the kids were bored from sitting in the backseat.  Damn you, Golden Corral, and your fried shrimp and all you can eat steak. Damn you to hell. 

 

Well, anyway, family dinner was pretty good last night.  My three year old proved that you can, in fact, digest chocolate cake by smearing it in your hair and absorbing it through osmosis. 

 

Was the food particularly good?  No.  Was there lots of it?  Yes.  But that is the beauty of the buffet, a distinctly American endeavor.  I used to be a buffet freak.  When I was younger, and working out, I was eating 6,500 calories a day to maintain my weight.  Buffets were the only way I could eat out and be happy.  And the running joke was I never got full, I just ran out of time.  Boy, spending five years trapped in a cubicle ended that really quick. 

 

And speaking of Christmas shopping, I’ve been told that there is a pink Transformer.  I’ve got a daughter that is basically a tomboy, and loves to do all of the fun stuff, but still wants everything pink.  And yes, she already has a pink .22.  Anybody know the best place to order one?

Save the Earth. Milk a rat.

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,312176,00.html

So Heather Mills McCarthy, or whatever the hell her name is now, is going to save the world from farting cows, because it is better for Mother Earth if we drank rat’s milk instead.

No, I’m not making that up.  Click the friggin’ link.  That is too stupid to make up.  I would be ashamed if I came up with that for a piece of fiction.  It is too trite, too impossible, too dumb.  My editor would tell me that nobody would buy that, and my readers would get mad for stereotyping idiot celebrities and environmentalists.

Fat Tony did this on the Simpsons.  Little did I realize that Fat Tony was such a sound environmentalist.  Al Gore would be pleased.

If they’re so damned worried about farting destroying the world, they should go away.  I’ve never met a vegan that wasn’t gassy. (and self righteous, but that goes without saying)

Saiga .308 magazine update

We got the test springs yesterday.  They’re good to go.  So I should be taking possession of the first couple hundred tonight.  The remainder coming the beginning of next week. 

We’ll be cranking mags out as fast as we can and shipping them all next week.  We have enough parts on hand to fill all existing back orders, and then some.  So if you’ve been waiting on back order, you should be getting your mags here shortly.