A Return of Humanity

I suspect I may recover...nasty little virus, to be sure. Of course, it probably goes without saying that now I am massively behind from all those hours last week in bed. Funny story...I went out Sunday to record some Public Service Announcements for NSSF...less than a page of dialog...no big deal. It turned out to be like some video death march...my brain would run for about 90 seconds, then shut off like some knock-off Asian relay from Radio Shack. Half-way through a word, snap, and away goes the brain. My poor DP Rob Stookey, who no doubt took the job on holiday Sunday because he figured we'd knock it out in 2 minutes, eventually took on an all-suffering look.

While I was lying around in bed wrestling with the Snot Monster, I ran across some pics of a whole different level of 1911s, which continues to evolve as an object de'art as well as a prosaic handgun. the first is Cabot's American Joe:

Created by fashion designer Joe Faris — arguably the most famous clothing designer from Detroit since...well...since — it's very red, white and blue. And expensive.

Perfect Accessory For: Celebrity Harley riders, maybe Kid Rock, or anybody with a Hard Candy custom.

From Wicked Grips, a wicked one-off engraved 1911 in the style of Edgar Allan Poe:

"Take thy beak from my heart!" And give me those grips!

Perfect Accessory For: Midlife crisis fund manager with newly minted 22-year old Goth girlfriend.

If you're short the bucks, you can always get a 1911 art print from Cafe Press:

From Rogers Precision, a pretty cool industrial treatment of a 1911 slide:

This is their Night Fighter, built on a Springfield Armory platform.

Perfect Accessory For: Ironman.

From my old friend Dave Lauck, his Texas Ranger of the Year commemorative:

Is that not a screamingly beautiful gun? Check the dictionary and find it under "good taste."

Perfect Accessory For: Anyone who wants the ultimate Texas BBQ gun.

You know, I woke up this morning humming Frosty the Snowman. What do you suppose that means?