May 13th, 2009

roy harper

whatcha whittlin' there? oh, just an AR-15 lower

Something non-gun nuts may not know about the AR-15: you can buy them in pieces! Because the lower receiver (the part with the trigger on it) is the part legally considered a firearm, that's the only thing you have to go through a dealer to buy. Upper receivers you can just buy through the mail. They don't work without a lower, and you can get several in varying calibers, so you can use what is legally considered one firearm to shoot a broad variety of stuff.

You can build your own lower receiver, too. You can buy it as a finished receiver and parts kit, then put it together yourself; you go through an FFL dealer when you do that, too. But some people are handy and enjoy a challenge, so they go out and build their own lowers.

Some people *really* build their own lowers.

Like this guy, who whittled one. Well, okay, he milled it, but still, he built a functioning AR-15 receiver out of a block of wood.

It only lasted three shots, but hey, he built it.

(It's quite legal to build your own firearms, provided you don't build full-autos. If you do that, you have to get the permission of the ATF, and they'll only give it if you're making it for a government agency. When I have a house and can actually set up a shop, I might try my hand at gun-building.)

APED: "a good day"

Yesterday turned out just awful.
But things will go better today.
They couldn't be worse. It's not lawful.
What happened? Well, just let me say:
Our pipes were corroded,
So when I was goaded
to eat something pallid and gray,
and had to unload it,
our plumbing imploded,
and the downstairs was all washed away.
And flames licked the walls,
and the smoke filled the halls,
and our lives all were in disarray,
And the cookstove exploded,
-- hence the fire I've noted --
Let today be let a very good day.

Even though it's a drain,
I'll just smile through the pain
Though the last day was nothing but bad.
Yesterday's gone, so I'm starting again
After all of the trouble I've had.
I'm erasing the stain,
and reframing my brain,
and determined that I won't be sad.
It might be denial,
but I think that I'll
let today be a very good day.

Sure, the kitchen's all burned,
and the tub's overturned
and everything's covered in grime,
and somehow my horrible rash has returned
and the clock's given up keeping time,
and my heart has been spurned
and there's no interest earned
and somehow the ceiling drips slime,
and there's snakes in the toilet --
don't let those things spoil it.
Let today be a very good day.