Bill is short, yet interesting, as words go (or come). It is also sometimes used as the name for someone, usually male, and human. But it can be the duck’s beak, for example. Once upon the old west time, there was this guy who got the name “Bill” even though it was not his name. And, unlike others who are called “Bill” but really named “William” and that starts with “W” and not “B” anyway, he got that name after having a nickname: “Duckbill Hickok” wanted respect, so he became “Bill Hickok” and then was notoriously named “Wild Bill” to connote that wooly wild western youth of his — when they had teased him with the nickname he did not want to have.
Marksmanship is one of those skills that has some degree of inherent ability and some degree of learned and refined ability. Anything arduous requires motivation in proportion to the difficulty. We gain more ability by doing things over, and generally more works better than less. The repetition factor can include rate and intensity (depends on what it is being done) and these are only two aspects that might affect the result. Too much of anything can be counterproductive, and we can sometimes try too hard to get what we want, and go toward failure simply because we go past the edge of being reasonable. We all “lose it” a little, now and then, in terms of thinking we can, and then find we cannot, “take anymore” of whatever is happening.
For guys like Wild Bill, it often ended in gunplay. If you got ’em, you use ’em if you have the pressing opportunity with no known escape available. This is where it sometimes once became the unspoken rule to give any adversary three steps toward the door (no matter what the offence), just so that place (usually a public one) would not suddenly have a corpse inside of, and instead the dead guy could be pulled off the street and taken to the local “Boot Hill” of which there were many no-so-famous ones.
Something scary is that we are finding the bodies in parking lots around here lately. Why does it seem like Marshall Dillon is sorely needed again? Has Miss Kitty let the whole town get plastered and nobody can see straight anymore? Gwarsh, I hopes not! That just chaps my holsters, it does.
We did at least a half-dozen Lynyrd Skynyrd songs back in the 70’s and 80’s (and early 90’s) in those few bands that included me. This was one that I used the Takemine 12-string on, with my HotDot bridge pick-ups that I had installed myself:
Okay, so that’s one (post, but two songs) for today. Economically speaking, we need to keep the balance between abundant demanders amongst the scarcity of reliable suppliers. It is easier to want to receive than it is to want to give. Oh, how brilliant. Once one of my co-workers commented that he thought I stayed awake at night trying to think of brilliant things to say. He was at least as sarcastic as I (am)!
And, as per usual, if these audio players fail to function, they will be “CURSED” by this gardener, and they will be replaced by good stock. Just what none of us wants done to us (being easily replaced), but these are not people, they are players. Some people are only players, but they want to be treated like people. Too bad for them. Maybe they should have thought about that, when they were cheating. Quick, everyone look around to see who I might be slammin’ here! 😉
This did not seem to have anything to do with leadership, did it? Well, that’s no accident, but possibly (not yet) something will show up on the second page having to do with our leaders. We have several of them now, and we’re thinking about selecting our next “fearless” one to replace the bush-baby. We are in for some bigger trials, not smaller ones, and it is due to those “bad choices” we all make in putting the “king” in charge when he’s never earned anything the hard way, if at all, other than by being born into it.
Therefore, let me wish my formerly dominant female partner (Kelly) the happiest 45th birthday she’ll ever have! Many happy returns of the day (46, 47, 48…), my dear. And, God willing, I’ll be here 10 years from now when you get to be my age, and I will actually still be able to make a computer or a guitar do “something useful” which is actually only useful in terms of human values, whatever they are. This is funny to wish her happy birthday on the web, since (last I heard) this is that last place she’d spend any time or attention.