Saturday, November 18, 2017

RIP, Malcolm Young

Time marches on, I guess -- Malcolm Young, the rhythm guitar player and co-founder of iconic Australian rock bank AC/DC, died today. He was only 64. He and his younger brother, Angus, the band's lead guitarist, founded the band in 1972. Their producer and older brother, George Young, died in October at age 70. George gained his own measure of fame with The Easybeats, who scored a hit in the 1960s with "Friday on My Mind."

I always thought Malcolm, playing rhythm, must be the most bored guitar player in history, as AC/DC was often accused of using the same three chords and always sounding the same. Maybe so, but Angus was famously quoted as answering the question, "Why do you always use the same three chords?" with, "Because they work." I'm not sure he ever actually said it -- I feel like it would have been here if he had -- but the band was proud of keeping it simple. And it worked. Malcolm was a big part of that.

I don't know if his death means the end of AC/DC. I hope not. But rock on, Malcolm, whereever you are.

This one's for George:

George was the rhythm guitar player.

And this one's for Malcolm:

Yeah, you barely see him. Damn, they were young. Almost everyone in the video is dead now.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Mattis apparently does this kind of thing a lot

There is a famous story, apparently true, told about Marine Gen. James Mattis, the current Secretary of Defense, who as a brigadier general stood watch as officer of the day at Quantico Marine Corps Base so that a junior officer scheduled to stand the watch could be with his family on Christmas. The story is "apparently true" because it is told by Marine Gen. Charles Krulak, former commandant of the Marine Corps, who, when he was commandant, used to deliver Christmas cookies to Marine units based in the Washington, D.C., area. Read Krulak's story, because it says a lot about Mattis.

So does this story, from just a couple days ago. Apparently an Army veteran went to Arlington Cemetery to visit the graves of a pair of his fallen comrades. He saw someone there he recognized. I can't even begin to tell the story, so I won't. Go to the link. Between that and Krulak's story, you'll realize why every Marine who knows anything about Gen. Mattis would launch an assault on Hell for him tomorrow so long as he would lead the attack. And he would. No surprise he had to retire under the Obama administration. Warriors didn't do well in the military in those days.

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

I guess this is a milestone

I'd feel better about it if I were posting more and driving the kind of traffic I used to, but Eff You passed 200,000 visitors sometime yesterday. Obviously, this is a low-traffic blog in the best of times, but still. Thanks for coming by, and I'll try to do better about posting. Tough times here at Chez Wolves, but there's a light at the end of the tunnel. I think it's neon and says "Budweiser."

Andorra came by again. That reminds me . . .

Yo, Lichtenstein, Monaco, San Marino, what's the hold-up? Come on by.

Saturday, November 11, 2017

I didn't forget the Marine Corps' birthday

With Cpl. Wolves out of the Marines, I struggled with whether I should still put up a birthday post for the Corps. I didn't yesterday, but I decided that as a child of the Corps, I should acknowledge the anniversary. Happy belated birthday, Marines:

Thursday, November 9, 2017

I guess it was just a matter of time

Big Mouth Billy Bass was a thing about 25 years ago, with a fake fish singing stupid songs. Somebody figured out how to update Big Mouth Billy. The past meets the future in this magnificent melding of technologies:

Shit like this really happens, I guess.

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

The Marines are looking for a Truck-Mounted Rocket Launcher that fits in an Osprey

Well, no shit, Sherlock. So am I.
The Marine Corps is on the hunt for an uber-compact rocket launcher system capable of raining down suppressive fire on the enemy, then flying away in a V-22 Osprey or CH-53K King Stallion.
As the Corps prepares for a future fight in which units operate with greater independence and at greater distances apart, portability and power are at a premium.
Ever since I was 7 years old and made a mortar out of tennis ball cans with my older brother, I have been looking to up my firepower and its portability. Since I don't have an Osprey, though, I want something that fits in a Honda Accord.