Intruder alert

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Minding my own business, trying to get some stuff moved around in the house, and I leave the backdoor to the house open since I’m moving stuff into the yard. Take a minute to go check my email and I hear….footsteps. Hmmm.

Standing in the foyer of the back of my house (note that I mean the foyer inside my house) is some man-bun-wearing bearded hipster with a Charter/Spectrum blue shirt, ID badge, digital clipboard, and a very large, wide-open set of eyes*.

Me: Why are you in my house?
Him: I’m sorry, I didn’t know if this was a door to another apartment or…”
Me: Step back. Now.
Him: :::takes a few quick steps back:::
Me: Ok, stop. Now, tell me why youre here….

He goes on about how they’re checking their records to make sure multiple dwellings are still multiples, single dwellings are still single, etc. I called to verify they were actually doing that sort of work in the neighborhood. Also suggested to his supervisor they may wanna chat with Man-Bun about walking into peoples houses

I think I feel a little guilty…I might have come on a little strong.

* = Now trending on Twitter: #IsThatAnUzi?

Pass

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Here’s a reminder for everyone:

CFR › Title 27 › Chapter II › Subchapter B › Part 478 › Subpart C › Section 478.34:

§ 478.34 Removed, obliterated, or altered serial number.

No person shall knowingly transport, ship, or receive in interstate or foreign commerce any firearm which has had the importer’s or manufacturer’s serial number removed, obliterated, or altered, or possess or receive any firearm which has had the importer’s or manufacturer’s serial number removed, obliterated, or altered and has, at any time, been shipped or transported in interstate or foreign commerce.

I mention this because someone tried to sell me a lovely military Colt 1911 (not an A1) that had been nickeled and in the process of nickeling had removed the entire serial number. The owner didn’t understand why it was a big deal.

(To be fair, its possible the gun was a ‘lunchbox special’ that left the plant before the serial number process but those are exceptionally rare. It’s also possible it was an unnumbered replacement frame from military stores…again, pretty rare. But, you know what….not worth the risk.)

 

Bag O’ Tricks – Owie version

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The problem with posting about anything you carry around or store is that, no matter what it is, there’s always some moron who says “What if…”. For example, if you say you have enough fuel stored to run your generator for three weeks, they’ll chime in with something brilliant like “But what if the disaster runs four weeks?”. If you said you had fuel for five years they’d come back with “Yeah, but what if the disaster runs six years?”. I genuinely believe that if you said you had enough food to last you fifty years they’d come back with “But what if the disaster lasts 51 years?” and not realize they’re being idiots.  It’s because of morons like that I usually don’t bother giving exact quantities of things I keep around. It’s just so irritating, y’know?

Anyway….

From time to time, I mention the Bag O’ Tricks. It’s nothing dramatic, it’s just a bag with a lot of things that would be useful across the board if I get caught somewhere. It’s not a ‘get home’ bag, it’s not a ‘bugout bag’, and it’s not a ‘bailout bag’. It’s just a bag with things that I like to have around in case something unexpected happens. I’ve mentioned it before. Matter of fact, last time I was asked about it the response I gave was very similar to the opening paragraph:

The problem is, no matter what I write, some idiot will chime in with “But what about…”, “You dont need…”, “You should have….”, and that sort of thing. I’ll give you an example… everytime someone posts something about how much food they have it goes like this: “We keep enough stored food for [X] months” and someone says “But what if the disaster goes on for [x+1] months?”. Doesn’t matter how long the timeframe is…if I said I had enough food for twenty five years some idiot will jump in with “But what if the crisis lasts 26 years.” Those kinds of conversations annoy me to no end. So…no junk-on-the-bunk dumpout of the Bag O’ Trick. Just a once in a while thing where I pull something out and mention it.

So, whats in the bag? Well, I’ve touched on a couple things that I keep in there. But, of course, there’s more. Imma pull an item out at random and we’ll see how that goes. :::fishes around in bag:::

Behold:

On the right is the Maxpedition first aid pouch. It’s got QuickClot, compress banadges, rolled gauze, various bandages, tape, pads, non stick pads, burn gel, triple antibiotic, etc, etc. (And by “etc”, that probably covers 90% of “What about…”). These aren’t supposed to be an ‘end of the world’ type of thing…they’re just to let me get myself patched up and functionable until I can get to a more detailed treatment. Woulda come in dang handy a week ago.

On the left is the very nice tourniquet kit from North American Rescue which I’ve posted about before. These kits, as well as the individual tourniquets, come on sale every so often and I really would recommend at least a couple. I also strongly encourage you to pay a little more and buy directly from NAR because the Chinese fakes of these are all over eBay and Amazon. This is not the sort of gear you want to take chances with and try to save $15 by getting one off eBay no matter how honest the seller seems. Don’t do it.

Both of these have MOLLE webbing and straps so I normally just attach them to each other to keep them handy. I do, however, need to get a nice waterproof bag to keep them in since you never know what sort of conditions you’re going to be under when something goes wrong.

But, there you go….one more trick outta the Bag O’ Tricks.

Article – How to Make a 5,000-Year-Old Energy Bar

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Perhaps 5,000 years ago this sort of thing was the pinnacle of food portability, but I suspect that with modern techniques, materials, and technologies we can come up with something better. However, when those things are lacking it’s nice to know the fallback position will work.

In Secrets of Polar Travel, explorer Robert Peary spends several pages waxing poetic about the merits of a ration he brought on his expeditions to the Arctic between 1886 and 1909. In addition to ranking it “first in importance” among his supplies, he genuinely enjoyed the food, writing that it was the only meal “a man can eat twice a day for three hundred and sixty-five days in a year and have the last mouthful taste as good as the first.”

Peary was talking about pemmican, a blend of rendered fat and powdered, dried meat that fueled exploration and expansion long before his attempts to reach the North Pole. Archaeological evidence suggests that as early as 2800 BC humans hunted the bison that roamed North America’s Great Plains and blended their meat, fat, and marrow into energy-dense patties with a serious shelf-life. A single pound of pemmican lasted for years and might’ve packed as many as 3,500 calories.

Food certainly does give energy, but I’m not sure if I’d call these ‘energy bars’ rather than ‘food bars’, anymore than beef jerky is ‘energy strips’.

It might be interesting to experiment with. Be kinda nice to make, essentially, some Purina People Chow.

Almost caught up, CostCo, Paratus

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Finally getting close to being caught up on things. Should be back to snuff by Monday. Thanks for your patience.
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A quick trip to CostCo today. Just because I feel like crap is no excuse to ignore the future. Picked up some ‘chubs’ of ground beef and, interestingly, ground chicken. Hey, chicken is cheaper by the pound and I want to experiment with chicken meatballs. :::shrug::: I’m an innovator.

But, more importantly, I got a few more things on the shelves ‘just in case’. And JIC can cover a lot of things…it doesn’t have to be just a zombie apocalypse.  Localized shortages, a rockslide that closes the main road to town, a fire a the local WalMart, a bout of unemployment, etc. There’s really no reason not to have some basics laid back.

I, however, choose to go beyond ‘basic’ and I hope you do too.
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Even though I have a dozen or so stripped AR lowers sitting around, I still check pricing and availability. Gotta say…now is the second worst time to be buying guns, first worst is gonna be November. Even if early-onset dementia victim Biden doesn’t get elected you can still expect gun prices and availability to be wildly unpredictable. What I can predict is that there will be no Trump Slump this time around. Even if Trump wins, the natives are still restless over Covid, race ‘discussions’, and other uncertainties.

Now is not the time for complacency.
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Four weeks until Paratus! Shop early, avoid the rush.
And if you wanna get yours truly a little something………

Update

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I am still in the midst of catching up on the huge amount of stuff I need to catch up on after being gone a few days. And I have to do it hobbling around like a gimp. Truly, the universe hates me. By the way, while various medical tape is handy for keeping things bandaged in place, nothing beats athletic tape. That stuff is like duct tape for your skin. I’ve a big 2″ wide roll of that stuff and it is perfect for keeping the gauze and dressing in place. Highly recommend for your first aid kit.

However, there is some stuff to be gained out of all this. One of the things that I was helping someone move was some storage food that had been stored in, shall we say, ‘less than ideal’ conditions…and by that I mean a storage unit in the Texas sun. So, it’ll be interesting to see what survived and what did not. The simple stuff like rice, salt, and that sorta thing should be fine as long as the humidity didn’t get to it. The canned meats and whatnot….that should be interesting. I suspect I’ll be reporting on those eventually.

Sadly, playing catch-up on my life (or what passes for it) is going to take me at least another few days. I don’t really expect the blog to be back to ‘normal’ until the weekend. By then I’ll have gotten caught up on all this nonsense and can get back to the regularly scheduled brain droppings.

So, be patient with me…give me another couple days to get caught up and we’ll be back to business as unusual.

Fall guy

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I’m not super-extensively well-travelled. I’ve been to portions of Europe several times, but in a touristy capacity. I’ve never been to the ‘stans or that region. But..I can say that I’ve seen varied living conditions to give me a pretty broad base of experience.

So, I ask with all sincerity, why…why…WHY,,would anyone live in Texas? I just spent a couple days in the Houston area and I have never, ever, EVER!!11!11111 seen a climate less hospitable to human life. There was heat, humidity, fire ants, scorpions, and unrelenting sun baking everything. People say “So what? You just go from one air-conditioned building to another.” Dude, if you want to live in an artificial environment because the natural one outside your door will freakin’ kill you then you may as well be living on Mars. SpaceX needs volunteers to colonize Mars? Send the Texans…theyre already living in a climate that will kill you just as soon as look at you. They actually went to war with Mexico for that place? You know that saying, “All my exes live in Texas?”…well, yeah..because most people tell their exes “go to hell”. Well, there you go!

So..why was I there? I was helping someone move. I volunteered. And since I had to fly, I mailed a Glock and S&W 642 to myself ‘just in case’. What I did not mail ahead, and I should have, was one of my IFAKs. I didn’t want to take one in my luggage because I didn’t feel like having the grepos at TSA rummaging through my QuickClot and Dermabond. Bad move. Why?

Well, after several hours of unloading a storage unit into a rental truck in 103 degree heat, being covered in dirt, bruises, scrapes, and sweating faster than I could powerload on Gatorade, it was time to wrestle a ginormous fridge up the ramp to the truck. And….at the top of the ramp, it went sideways. I jumped clear to avoid ‘death by Frigidaire’ and I rolled up to my feet. The fridge missed me but I was a tad bruised.

  • Them: are you okay?
  • Me: Yeah. The only thing that can kill me is me.
  • Them: are you sure you’re okay?
    Me: Yeah, my heel feels a bit weird though.

And I took off my shoe and beheld this:

A close look showed a hole in the bottom of my shoe. When I leapt clear of the ramp, one foot landed in a bin of tools. Something drove right through my shoe and tore a hole in the bottom of my foot.

So, NSTIW, sitting on the curb by the storage unit wondering why I stupidly sent ahead my pistols and not my first aid kit. I had to scrounge through the storage unit…found some ancient Bactine, an elastic bandage, and a clean paper towel. Well, you do what you can, where youre at, with what you have.

SO..bandaged it up as best I could and carried on until I could send someone into a Walgreens and, like some scene in a gangster movie, have them go to the checkout clerk while carrying an armload of gauze, pads, tape etc, and trying not to be suspicious.

After that, it was..better. But it needs to be..ah..trimmed..in a few places. Hence, the doc in the box. (also some tetanus shot and keflex.)

So, other than wearing a more resilient pair of shoes, what could I have done differently? I should have been smart enough to realize that doing something like loading/unloading a truck could lead to this sort of thing and I should have mailed one of my first aid kits ahead. Failing that, I should have gone to Walgreens before I started the job and purchased materials to be prepared ‘just in case’. Honestly, I shoulda sucked up the $60 to ship and just mailed my Bag O’ Tricks to myself. That woulda covered me for bloody near anything that might go wrong.

Moral of the story: ‘remote’ preps don’t start and stop at guns.

And I shoulda just swung by Home Depot and grabbed a few Mexicans to unload /load the stupid truck.

Also, Texas might as well be the surface of Mars.

Life continues apace

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It’s been a rough few days here at Casa Zero. Just that time of year. However, I’ve got some stuff to do in my civilian life that’s gonna keep my busy for the next few days so…amuse yourself with 15+ years of posts. I’m sure there’s something in there somewhere that you haven’t read yet.

But…some observations….

Guns and ammo continue to be either unobtainable at reasonable prices, or obtainable at ‘fetch the Crisco’ prices. I sealed the deal on guns, ammo, and mags a long time ago so I’m not really concerned for myself. I do, however, admit that I had bought more ‘speculative’ guns and ammo so I could be one of those people making bank on the current demand.
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I was talking to one of the flunkies at the post office today. He’s switching roles from front counter to back room sorting. I asked why. He said he started off enjoying dealing with people but as of late has decided that people are “80% mean” and he doesn’t want to deal with people anymore. (Hey, disgruntled postal worker! Good thing ammo is hard to find.) He said that between Kung Flu and everything else, people are getting mean. I pointed out that people aren’t ‘getting mean’. Rather, the current situation is simply bringing out the person they always were.Good people, the mensches, remain mensches. Bad people remain bad or get worse. Nothing brings out who a person really is like adversity. And adversity usually has an element of fear, and fear is what makes Mr Rogers into Mr T. This is why in times of crisis…war,famine,depression,whatever…you have to be cautious. Scared people are dangerous people and they don’t even think they’re being dangerous.

So, the postal guy realized that most folks are not intrinsically happy, shiny people.

Welcome to my outlook.
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Although I’ve been light in posting lately that doesn’t mean I’m not still diligently working on keeping up my end of the Ant-Grasshopper paradigm. Still socking away food and supplies, although that pace has slowed down considerably since I went so hardcore on the subject a few weeks back. Now it’s mostly fine-tuning and maintenance…that is to say, I’m starting to rotate older stock into everyday use and replacing it with newer stock. For example, I pulled half a dozen bars of soap out of storage, moved them to the bathroom for use, and then replaced them in storage with newer product. (Because, unsurprisingly, soap can kinda ‘go bad’. It ossifies. Thats why I vacuum seal the soap I put into storage.)

But, by and large, I am…okay….with the situation here in terms of preparedness. Certainly I am far, far better off than most of the sheep out there. Somewhere right now there’s a 30-something with a crushing student debt, a car loan, sharing an apartment with two other people, and working in a Verizon store where their hours just got cut. It’s been a major drag most of the time getting there, but I’m extremely grateful to me for not being in that situation. Tomorrow might be different…anything can happen. But if it does turn to crap tomorrow I’ll have at least a couple tricks up my sleeve to improve my situation…money in the bank, food in the cupboards, gas in the tank, etc. And thats pretty much what preparedness is, no?
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Posting will be short and sporadic, if at all, for the next few days. Go outside and do a ruck march, practice your shooting, or something.