The End Begins

I should probably be studying for one of my many finals, but instead of doing that, I think I'm going to blog. Ever since I stuck a flag in this URL, I've been procrastinating on blogging -- now I'm blogging to procrastinate on something even more important. Isn't it great?

I'm apparently unhireable, despite my best efforts. Fin and Feather is giving me the runaround, Paul's is "all hired up", and maybe -- maybe -- Stuff Etc. will call me back, but I'm not holding out too much hope. 

I'm done waiting for the Fin and Feather, so I've been putting in applications all around town.

Speaking of ways of making money, I ran into one of the other guys who lives in this apartment complex as he carried an 1861 US Cavalry Sabre into the building, and we got to talking, and I mentioned offhand that I'm sort of a blacksmith, then conversation went to zombies, then to his Enfield rifle, which he told me is fully functional except that he has no lead balls.

Bingo. 

I'm already going to be smelting a paperweight shaped like brass knuckles for Bob; a mold for lead balls of a specific caliber wouldn't even be a challenge. The only challenge would be finding a mold.

Why Do I Have a Blog?

Because this is the 21st motherfucking century, and it's about time I joined it.

The name comes from my friend Brian Donahue; it's a saying I heard from him, and I decided that it would be an interesting blog name. And since I end up hating whatever I name stuff anyway, I decided that it could at least be nonsensical. 

The same logic pretty much goes for the URL. 

I'll post later about how awesome my life is.