William The Coroner’s Forensic Files

Saturday, 11, July, 2009

Range Report- m1903, M1911A1, M1917

Filed under: Boomstick,Teaching — williamthecoroner @ 12:11

To get ready for one of my classes with a ballistics laboratory, I headed out to the range and test-fired the laboratory supplies.  Turning in the bills for range time and ammunition to the department administrator is always amusing.  They get paid, sure enough, and after years the powers that be should be used to it. It makes for some interesting conversations, though “You paid sales tax, couldn’t you buy the ammunition on a purchase order?”  Well, yes.  Via mail order.  We will save $9.50 on sales tax.  We’ll get killed on the hazardous materials fee and shipping, and we’ll have to keep hundreds of rounds of ammunition somewhere.  They pay the tax.

The first order of business was to get Salome checked out on the 1911A1.m1911a1 She had some difficulty at first, the grip safety gave her some problems, and had many failures to feed with the slide not fully returning to battery.  After some experience in clearing jams, and the “tap-rack-bang” failure to feed drill, her grip improved, and the holes in the paper started clustering within the 9 ring.

Secondly, the M1917.  450px-S&W-Model-1917This had had headspace problems earlier.  The chambers are double-bored, with a lip where the .45 ACP casing rests.  If the cylinder is not really clean, the cartridges won’t seat well, and then the whole cylinder won’t rotate.  This has a really heavy double-action pull.  When combined with the really small handle (particularly for my mitts) and the lack of any slide or springs, this one still beats up your hand.  Second shots are…interesting.  They always hit the backstop.  Single-action shooting is more controllable.  Just. This one is a Brazilian contract model.

Finally, the M1903 pocket hammerless. Colt_1903_Pocket_Group_8_I looked up the serial number on this beast, and it was made in 1925.  It’s still going strong.  Evidently Bonnie Parker liked one of these, and Kasper Gutman had one in the Maltese Falcon (the movie, not the book).  Most of these were not heavily used.   The .32 ACP was a dream to handle after the .45s, even in a straight blowback pistol.  No failures to feed, no stovepiping, no jamming, works every time.  Groups were reasonable–everything stayed in the 8 ring at about 12 feet.  Which, considering the sights and the cartridge, is probably the maximum useful range for this beast.

Friday, 10, July, 2009

Sappy Cat Blogging

Filed under: Cat Blogging — williamthecoroner @ 05:08

It’s Friday, so it’s time for SAPPY CAT BLOGGING.  Here are your cats on drugs.

Thursday, 9, July, 2009

Musings on the Second Amendment and Civil Disobedience

Filed under: Boomstick,Politics — williamthecoroner @ 21:59

2nd amendment Hat tip, Katzmeow.
Having had the Fourth of July recently, I’ve been thinking about government, and the response to a government that doesn’t listen to its citizens. There is an old African saying, “No village, no chief.” There are analogues in the modern world.

As civil libertarian, I am an enthusiastic supporter of individual rights, including the second amendment. It irritates me, as a fiscal conservative, that both the social conservatives and liberals/progressives want to meddle with other people’s lives. Of particular importance is sex, for both groups, but in different ways. I think the Pink Pistols and other folks who are interested in personal freedoms have a point. One made graphically by Oleg Volk.

When this comes up in conversation, amusingly enough, the people around me have an tendency to bring up Mohandas Gandhi, Martin Luther King, and Thoreau. “I’ve got two words for you, Civil Disobedience,” I’ve heard often. “Civil Disobedience will shame people into acting properly, you don’t have to resort to violence.”

And as Dr. Phil says “How’s that working for you? I’ve got more two-word comebacks, such as Pol-Pot.225px-Pol_Pot2 Warsaw ghetto. 300px-Stroop_Report_-_Warsaw_Ghetto_Uprising_06 Ethnic Cleansing. Tiananmen Square.tianemman. Civil disobedience works when your adversary can feel shame. Gandhi’s adversary was Winston Churchill. Thoreau was protesting the Mexican-American War, the actions of President Polk. Martin King was opposed by powerful interests in the southern United States, but they needed the approval of public opinion of the US as a whole.

I agree with the eleventh commandment, as promulgated by Robert B. Parker*, and I believe people should keep it wholly. I wish to be left in peace, to go about my business. The world is a wicked enough place, and violence is rightly a last resort. Freud said the inventor of civilization was the first person who used words instead of a weapon, and I agree with him. As a last resort, though, I wish to have the ability to resist coercion, coercion by the local bully or one further away.

*”Leave everyone else the fuck alone.” Double Deuce 1988

The Banks of Red Roses

Filed under: Poetry — williamthecoroner @ 14:08

Maine RoseWhen I was a wee thing, I heard my mother say
That I was meant for rambling and would easy go astray
And before that I would work, I would rather sport and play
With my Johnny on the banks of red roses

On the banks of red roses, my love and I sat down
He took out his tuning box to play his love a tune
In the middle of the tune, his love got up and cried
Oh Johnny, lovely Johnny, would you leave me?

So they walked and they talked until they came upon a cave
Where the night before her darling had spent digging on her grave
Aye, the night before her darling had spent digging on her grave
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of red roses

Oh no, oh no, cried she, that grave’s not meant for me
Yes, oh yes, my darling, that your bridal bed shall be
Yes, oh yes, my darling, that your bridal bed shall be
And he’s made her to lie down on red roses

And all on his way homeward, his heart was filled with fear
Every maid he came upon, he thought it was his dear
Yes, every maid he came upon, he thought it was his dear
Who he made to lie down on red roses

Tuesday, 7, July, 2009

She Got In!

Filed under: Teaching — williamthecoroner @ 16:47

I do admissions interviews for my uni.  Several times, I’ve had people in my classes who are applying to professional schools.  We’re not allowed to interview the people we already know.  I suppose that’s a good thing, so as the interview process is not contaminated by outside influences.  Sometimes I find it frustrating.

I’ve been pretty fortunate with my students.  There are rare whiners and folks who are in serious need of dope -slap therapy, but on the whole the students I have to interact with are intelligent, eager, and work hard.   I couldn’t ask for better.   The pity of it is, some of our graduate students do really well, and would make perfectly fine professonals get weeded out on the numbers.  My uni enjoys good rankings on the US News and World Report lists.  One way they maintain that ranking is by weeding out folks with lower MCAT scores.

It is a wag-the-dog situation.  Standardized testing is good for determining who will do well in the first year of college or professional school or whatever.  There is some way of looking at people from diverse backgrounds, as a common metric.  However, it is not reciprocal.  Someone can do well in medical school and have poor numbers on the MCAT.   I have had graduate student tutors working for me teaching the material to medical students but they could not get admission to the medical school where they were tutoring.  My undergraduate institution made the SAT optional two decades ago, and still is highly selective–I believe they had nearly 5000 applicants for 450 incoming slots in 2009.

Be that as it may, I just found out that one of my students from last year was accepted.  She was quiet, didn’t say much.  Other folks in class participated more and made more of an impression.  Until the final grades came out, and several folks whom I was sure would be in the A range earned Bs, and this one whom I’d kind of discounted wiped the floor with the final exam.   I spoke with the admissions folks, but the student wound up on the wait list, and they wouldn’t budge.  Obviously, a spot opened up and she’s in.  I’m really glad when that happens.

Monday, 6, July, 2009

Molly Sugden

Filed under: Uncategorized — williamthecoroner @ 12:48

Died 1st July, 2009.  When she wasn’t acting she really reminded me of my grandmother.  Evidently she also kept her fellow actors well fed.  0801_Are You Being ServedHer hair was dyed for the first season.  Evidently her son found it quite embarassing when his mum with the flourescent hair picked him up from school.

Friday, 3, July, 2009

Sappy Cat Blogging–The Test

Filed under: Cat Blogging — williamthecoroner @ 01:33

Male cat or female cat?  Take the test HERE.  Put your results in the comments.

Thursday, 2, July, 2009

Off The Rails

Filed under: Poetry — williamthecoroner @ 13:27

300px-White_River_Junction_VT
He went off the rails in White River Junction
In a roadhouse in the eastern edge of town.
Knowing finally that the dream had left him beaten
Sinking shots of booze as fast as they’d go down.

They had to help him from the stool where he’d been sitting
He was frozen from the stillness in his heart.
I said, “Mister, you can’t drive in that condition,
Here’s your jacket, where’s your keys, I’ll fetch your car.”

I drove him to his motel across the river,
He sat so quietly, I thought he as asleep
But the moon showed her pale face through forest branches,
I could see the tears of anger on his cheek.

He said, “There’s the love you need and there’s the love you receive,
And there’s a difference,
And when the love is wrong, you’re better off alone
It leaves you heart confused, and your spirit twisted,
And the loneliness can chill you to the bone.

I’ve had it up to here with loving from long distance,
She’s hhad too many nights of waiting home alone,.
Too many ultimatums, too much blind resistance,
Too much anger, too much silence on the phone.”

He said, “There’s the love you need and there’s the love you receive,
And there’s a difference,
And when the love is wrong, you’re better off alone
If leave you heart confused, and your spirit twisted,
And the loneliness can chill you to the bone.”

He straightened up, and said, “I think you for your trouble.”
As I parked his car beneath the motel light
He said, “How will get home? You’re miles from nowhere.”
“It’s not far,” I said, “I like to walk at night.”

I said “There’s the love you feel and there’s the love you give,
And there’s your difference.
And when the love you give falls short of what you feel
Words stick in your throat, and leave you choking,
And what’s in your heart, is what you best conceal.”

And so I left him in that motel in New Hampshire,
With the TV on, the sound turned down to low,
Seeking answers in the shadows on the ceiling,
Come tomorrow noon, he’ll pack it up and go.

“There’s the love you feel and there’s the love you give,
There’s your difference.
And when the love you give falls short of what you feel
Words stick in your throat, and leave you choking,
And what’s in your heart, is what you best conceal.”

Garnet Rogers 1990

What, I’m Getting Spam From Mr. Subliminal?

Filed under: Blogania — williamthecoroner @ 09:45

subliminalOn a completely unrelated post, blue pill, I get a comment with the name of a popular drug, blue pill.  The comment then goes on to explain in very stilted language blue pill, what the pharmaceutical they’re selling actually does, blue pill.  (Erection process, WTF, over?) Every time they write blue pill, blue pill, it is hyperlinked to their site.

Now, I am in favour of free speech, fucktard spammer, but there is no free lunch.  I will take, lying scumbags, the opportunity to mock them and their cheap medication, placebo effect.  Unhappily, most of this spam is generated by bots, lazy bums, who don’t read this site, so I don’t get the pleasure of laying a CrankyLitProf smackdown, language master, where it’ll do the most good.  Pity, because this is when the phrase cum-burbling trout fucker needs to be used.

Wednesday, 1, July, 2009

1st July

Filed under: Medicine — williamthecoroner @ 21:18

It is the first of July. The medical year runs from July to June. On the first, everyone advances one step. MS-IV become PGY-I. (interns) Interns become residents, senior residents become fellows or attendings in their own right. At the med school, we’re most worried about the new ducklings.* (more…)

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