The blaster used by Han Solo in the original Star Wars trilogy is being put to auction on December 21st.
You know, if you guys pool your money together, you could win your favorite blogger the ultimate Christmas present.
The Mauser-style pistol that Harrison Ford’s character Han Solo used in “Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back” and “The Return of the Jedi” is up for sale to the highest bidder, online auctioneers Invaluable said Wednesday.
Looking a bit worse for wear after its intergalactic adventures, the so-called DL-44 Blaster — which Ford used in the two 1980s blockbuster movies — is estimated to be worth $200,000 to $300,000.
More specifically, it’s a BlasTech DL-44 heavy blaster pistol featuring sight adjustments, an air cooling vent, and a stun setting. Any prospective buyer who cannot recite these basic components is not a serious bidder.
“The blaster is exactly in its original filming condition and therefore exhibits wear from use, but retains all of the original details, including the flash suppressor and scope,” it said. (H/T – L-Frame)
If I had the money, I would guarantee I’d be bringing it home. You cannot put a price on something like this, and i would gladly overpay for it. That said, it will probably go to some filthy rich douchebag who never heard of IG-88 and believes Greedo shot first.
Say what you want about the Red Chinese: they always think outside the pillbox.
Experts in China are discussing the possibility of the People’s Liberation Army to establish a missile base on the moon following the successful launch of the Long March-3B rocket carrying the Chang’e-3 lunar rover on Dec. 1, according to the Beijing Times.
An expert from the China National Space Administration’s Lunar Exploration Programme Center told the paper that China plans to send its first astronaut to the moon by 2030. By 2050, the moon could become a base from which to send the country’s manned spacecraft to explore deep space, the source said.
He added that the moon is the Earth’s only natural satellite, and it can be transformed into a deadly weapon. Like the Death Star in Star Wars, the moon could hypothetically be used as a military battle station and ballistic missiles could be launched against any military target on Earth.
Great, now we have to launch a rescue mission for Plincess Reia.
It’s been exactly 23 days since a Christina Hendricks story graced the pages of this blog. That problem has been rectified… albeit with a fashion story. Oh well, whatever works, right?
SHE is famous for her killer curves, and Christina Hendricks certainly made the most of them when she headed to the launch of L’Wren Scott’s fashion launch for banana Republic.
The Mad Men actress looked stunning as she arrived at the event in a patterned blouse and high-waisted skirt, showing her tiny waist and ample assets off to perfection.
Sorry, but I’m not looking at her “ample assets.” I’m examining her ample boobets.
December 4, 1928 – Irish Godfather Killed By Car Bomb In St. Paul
“Dapper Dan” Hogan, a St. Paul, Minnesota saloonkeeper and mob boss, is killed on this day in 1928 when someone plants a car bomb under the floorboards of his new Paige coupe. Doctors worked all day to save him – according to the Morning Tribune, “racketeers, police characters, and business men” queued up at the hospital to donate blood to their ailing friend – but Hogan slipped into a coma and died around 9 p.m. His murder is still unsolved.
The police investigation revealed that two men had entered Dapper Dan’s garage early in the morning of December 4, planted a nitroglycerine explosive in the car’s undercarriage, and wired it to the starter. When Hogan pressed his foot to that pedal, the bomb went off, nearly severing his right leg. He died from blood loss.
This Irish car comb is not as satisfying as THE Irish Car Bomb. It’s a terrific cocktail. I highly recommend it.
In March 2010, the “president” promised he would participate in the health care exchanges, despite the fact Obamacare is a train wreck.
To date, Obama has failed to deliver on his promise and – amazingly – reporters are beginning to ask questions.
It’s so very tedious when the common rabble, the peasantry, begin to question their moral, ethical, and intellectual betters. Don’t you agree?
Susan Crabtree, Washington Examiner: “President Obama has yet to make good on the administration’s promises that he would sign up for health insurance on the new government exchanges, the White House acknowledged on Monday. White House press secretary Jay Carney said that Obama has not signed up for Obamacare and that he did have a reason for the delay…”
And the reason is… none of your beeswax.
I understand why the detritus inhabiting congress wants no part of Obamacare; they aren’t singing its praises 24/7. This “president” is doubling down on the wonders of his signature legislation. Hey bubble-head, if it’s so f**king good, why weren’t you first in line?
It’s because he knows Obamacare is a disaster, and he’s been lying about it since Day One.
My friend, neighbor, and blogger Captain America is back. However, instead of posting at his blog, he has upgraded his apparatus. The captain is now writing for Uncle Sam’s Misguided Children; a legitimate professional conservative website.
Yeah, I was surprised they hired him, too.
Here’s a sample of his inaugural post:
Like Thomas Paine I worry a lot about my country. I never used to, but I do now. Today I worry that a rogue regime in Washington is actively trying to break this country down into something unrecognizable and yes… abhorrent. I worry that we may not leave for our children a country that’s better than the one we inherited. Forget the zombies, that’s something that should worry EVERY American.
I believe most Americans identify strongly with our Founding Fathers, their ideals, their beliefs, their principles. Those principles and beliefs have helped us reach the peak of modern civilization. It doesn’t get any better than the United States of America, anywhere, at any time.
The captain is writing under the name Steven Rogers, and naturally, he’s very excited for the opportunity. So please stop by, check out the post, and leave a comment.
The A Bird In The Hand Is Blamed On The Bush Caption Contest has come to an end.
Top Five Entries:
5. “If you like your feathers, you can keep your feathers!” – Uncle Ray
4. “…now girls, watch closely as I check this chicken for prostate cancer.” – Jeff Tea
3. The White House turkey puffed out his chest and pardoned the bird in front of him. – Proof
2. Malia: “All this for a damned turkey?” – MelP
WINNER! – After an exhaustive search, President Obama finds a replacement for HHS Secretary Kathleen Sebelius. – John D.
This is the timer on the nuclear device seen in Goldfinger – arguably the greatest Bond film of all time. While stopping a timer on 007 is a campy way to end a scene, these digits would not be a terrific lock combination, unless you want an infant to steal your personal items.
Sadly, 007 is the Fort Knox of combinations compared the one which secured our nuclear launch codes.
From 1962, when John F Kennedy instituted PAL encoding on nuclear weapons, until 1977, the combination to fire the devastating missiles at the height of the Cold War was just 00000000. This was chosen by Strategic Air Command in an effort to make the weapons as quick and as easy to launch as possible, as reported by Today I Found Out.
[N]uclear experts claim the military was worried about the possibility of command centers or communication lines being destroyed in real nuclear war, stopping soldiers getting the codes or authorization to launch missiles when they were actually needed. So they simply left the security code for the weapons as eight zeros, getting around the security safeguards.
Remember, only the best and brightest are trusted with our nation’s security. Or something.
The Walking Dead’s “Mid-Season Finale” – a contrived cliffhanger I am starting to despise – aired last night, and while I won’t post any spoilers in this post, I wanted to throw out my reaction.
Oh. My. Gawd.
The Governor returned, went all bat-sh*t evil again, and tried to take the prison. Blood was spilt – yeah, “spilt” – and some people fell. Thankfully, my favorite babe survived the carnage…
Five years ago today, the Princess made her grand entrance into our lives. Our first girl. Our second redhead. Our third favorite. I’m kidding, of course. Everyone knows Julia is my favorite. I’m kidding again.
Julia is a terrific girl; full of life, very active, and always ready with a smile. That said, don’t let the angelic face fool you. She can be a handful. She has teenage attitude, and she gives out as much abuse to her older brothers as she receives. Last night, for example, she said to me, “Daddy, can you be quiet? I’m trying to watch TV!”
Today will be a day filled with presents, cake, and fun. It will also be filled with one parent, since I have to work tonight. I’ll be home in spirit, and I’ll get some Daddy/Daughter time tomorrow when we go ice skating.
Happy birthday, Julia! We love you!