Man, I'm dying laughing at this chat log of a 13 year old kid trying to steal someone's online game account.

"Mow some yards" indeed.

I thought I'd add that any geek ought to read The Daily WTF. There's some really good stuff there.

It's the smell of .45ACP cartridges being disassembled at the rate of 600 per minute. To wit:

That is me shooting the Thompson M1928 at the Big Sandy Machine Gun shoot. It would be a bargain at twice the price of $20 per magazine. I could have spent all day there. Did pretty well, too; I hit many a barrel and even single shots were pretty easy once I got the hang of it.

And note the finger that came out of the trigger guard when I thought the mag was empty. That's some style there, if I do say so myself. Remember, kids: If you aren't shooting it, don't be fingering it.

I was just sitting here thinking: I love the smell of newly tanned leather. I'm not sure why, but it's a comfort smell. That's weird.

For soem reason, I don't like artificial materials in clothing. The only thing I ever wear that isn't natural is probably the elastic in my socks and underwear and the occasional fleece. Aside from that, I just don't like nylon and such.

This is why I tend to gravitate to leather and canvas and wool and wood over plastic and nylon and gore-tex and polycarbonate. It's all heavier, I know. And it smells after some use, I know. Part of me likes that smell.

I just bought a newly-made M3 shoulder holster for my 1911 (it's made slightly longer than the original WWII version; my original version is somewhat constraining) and the smell is just... lovely. Saddle leather, I guess it is. I can smell it across the room, and so I had to start huffing it. I guess I should go buy an old surplus army tent and then just get it over with and go catatonic in the backyard.

Really, I'm not sure what it is about the smell of old canvas and such that I like, but I suspect it's what keeps me buying various articles of duffel. Better than gambling, I guess.