"Back off motherfucker, I've got cheese." And tuna too. That's right, I'm one dangerous individual with those two things. I mean, I'm dangerous no matter what, but now I'm dangerous and delicious.

I mean, who doesn't like cheese anyway? I mean, besides those so-called "lactose intolerant" people. Normally, I'd go on and on about how intolerance isn't cool, but I think it's swinging back into fashion again. So props to those guys for standing up and saying "I'm mad as hell, and I'm not going to take it anymore!" Well, maybe they're not "mad", but if cheese made me sick, I'd be mad, that's for sure.


Because I can't help myself, I always try to relate some stupid saying on my mind to whatever "bigger picture" I'm working on. As noted below, the bigger picture-de-jour is Preparedness. That's right, The Boy Scouts of America strikes again. Are you prepared for a rainy day? How about 40 metaphorical days of rain? Yeah, I thought so. Me neither (yet).

This time, though. I can't do it. I can't relate preparing for the Zombie Apocalypse to having a tuna and cheese sandwich. I mean, short of the obvious relation, but who wants to hear about camels?

Hey check this out:



Yeah it's a gun, and you know what makes it awesome? It's my gun. There are many like it, but this one is mine!

I'd never thought I'd be a gun owner but all this prep talk got me thinking: why limit my self-defense options? I may have mentioned before how I've spent years training in martial arts and while the primary focus of said training may not have always been on self-defense, it's becoming the focus more and more.

So the next step: MORE TRAINING! That's right, you can never have too much. It doesn't make any sense to have a gun and not have any training, then you're just a liability to yourself and others. Hopefully I'll get in a CCW (that's "Concealed Carry Weapons" permit for you TLA (Three Letter Acronym)-challenged types) class sometime early next month. Then I can truthfully say, "Oh yeah, I'm packing heat!"