Was in New York yesterday. Things moved fast; now that I got a chance to see some of the photos I wish I could have taken a bit more. Oh well, next time.

And if that last photo being 1 pixel lower then it should bothers you as much as it bothers me - I'm sorry. I can't figure out why.

Giving the week in review a break. Not that it's a bad week - lot's of material this week. Maybe I can convince Bobby to guest post about how republicans don't die. Maybe. But this week I'll take a break for a year in review. Yup, one year since the first post. Yippe!

One year and I still try to 'save', well, everything. Athough Jesse isn't the only one who read this blog - at least I don't think he is - I still have to tell him. Not sure if this is still scary - but speaking of comments, the most comments on a post is 6, with three post's having 6 comments. Come on - break that tie.

Almost forgot about the VDP EULA and what started it, but can't ever forget Harry, Lloyd, and Peety. I think this was thier first post. And here's a few more.

And the google obsession has been a steady thread. Then there's been all the sound relevent technichal advice. Not to mention the intensely personal posts.

The bandwagon started around the same time as the Roy Moore posts. Which was around the same time as Joe Boxer. Fun fun.

Then there the post no one commented on. Well there's a lot of them, just the one no one commented on on purpose.

A few photoblogs here and there. And then there's the google bomb. But neither are as common as the almost weekly week in review. Of course that seemed to cut down on the more carefree posts. Sorta like the bandwagon. I think everyone fell off. Except for Gabe and his very sparse Moron Magnets.

Two cents ain't what it used to be, but say Happy Birthday to the blog, even though you didn't say Happy Birthday to me.

And I'm not spell checking this post - just for you Harry.

It is a dangerous projectile.

Happy Birthday to me.

Yes, it's that time of year again. Tim's Birthday. Yeah yeah, I know - you forgot. That's okay, I'll accept your present late. No hard feelings.

What's that? No present for me? Well at least leave a 'Happy Birthday' comment.

Now for some google fun. June 3rd, that's Tim Lytle's Birthday.

Ah, well, lame post you say. True, but it let me test 'delay post' functionality.

"We consider those a dangerous projectile, and I believe anyone who has been shot with one would also consider it a dangerous projectile," Burke said.

May I interject something here? As a person who has been shot by this psudo-firearm, I would say although I might consider it a dangerous projectile - I would have to place it on the same danger level as, say, the gun itself. Yes, being hit by a gun would hurt too, and might in some cases cause physical harm. Getting hit by a cell phone could do the same thing. Or maybe a small chair. Your car radio. A chipmunk. But I wouldn't call any of those a firearm.

"If you say that a firearm is anything that shoots a projectile over 0.177 caliber, a paintball gun is a firearm, a piece of PVC piping to shoot marshmallows is a firearm or a toy dart gun could be a firearm," Kinsey said. "I don't think that's the intent of the law. This is much less powerful than a BB gun."

Well having been the victim of an airsoft shooting - and I might add an ambush of sorts - I believe I have cleared this up a bit.

You're welcome.