long story—suffice to say WordPress won’t or can’t fix it .
from here on out, when I have an animation to run….all I can do is post it.
and then post it in comments because all you’ll see on top is the first frame.
Just found out that my son’s golden retriever lost his sight. Probably a very atypical reaction to a flea/tick/heartworm med. Ran across “Muffin’s Halo” and and “Innovet Tracerz” to suggest for him. Probably a lot of other products out there for a blind dog (but apparently echolocation doesn’t usually work). He’s doing pretty well inside the house and in the backyard, but he gets more attention than he was even getting before. Always well and properly spoiled, just a bit more now. 🙂
Awww, poor guy. Good thing he’s “got people” to help him out. His sense of smell will probably serve him just fine as long as he’s in familiar locations, like home and yard.
Hats for everybody. Furs. Spaces between groups as has always been common. Ladies don’t seem to be traveling alone. Couldn’t make out what was on the newspaper. Just trivial scanning. Notice anything else?
They appear to be having a great time (in spite of the spike heels). Future mothers of our country, and hopefully very happy lives ahead of them. Probably some Frank Sinatra (and maybe Elvis Presley) fans among them.
It seems like, when I was young, new fashions often started in NYC and might take a year or so to catch on (or in some cases, fortunately die out). However, that’s my understanding from stories I heard; I’m more fashion blind than face blind 🙂
I’d say for young people, even young twenty somethings, it was New York and California.
When we moved to California from the Midwest, my sister and I were practically gawking… we knew the fashions, from the magazines, even movies and TV, but we dressed like teenagers did in Wisconsin.
Blue jeans or pleated skirts, loafers and bobby socks. Lipstick and occasionally mascara, but not usually for doing homework at the library.
The Air Force Base was coincidentally plopped into the middle of a very well to do area. The other teen age girls at the library were dressed like models and secretaries. Cashmere sweaters and heels. Full makeup, including false eyelashes, and salon hairdos.
Not really… they were very good at “no.” Didn’t really matter what we wanted.
My Dad was an Air Force officer… very strict. I wasn’t allowed to wear anything he considered too adult…
No lipstick or stockings till about a year after my classmates… But that was already in the past.
Even officers were way underpaid compared to the rich parents around us… a lot of those clothes were way off the table.
In fact, we still wore lot of hand me downs from my older cousins … all Midwesterners.
I think my parents actually would have loved to dress us like those girls, if we’d had money… nothing too sophisticated, but some of it.
My sister didn’t care much about fashion… And as for me, I was too “Bohemian” to want most of it anyway.
I was in college, in Berkeley… I wanted other clothes my parents hated much more… Not that I got them till I left on my own, which wasn’t long after.
That’s funny, cos as teenagers, my siblings and I were taken to a celebrity golf tournament, by my dad.
I had as much interest in watching golf then as I have now…. zero. But we did like watching celebrities.
I don’t remember everybody who was there, but several did sign my autograph book. Some were very gracious, including Bob Hope and Roy Rogers, others quick but pleasant.
The one person who stays in my mind because he sped past the fans in his golf cart, didn’t stop or smile or wave, was Kirk Douglas!
Doesn’t matter how famous he was or was not. What matters is that he took the time to sign, because it mattered to a little kid.
I have had (a share of) season tickets for the Boston Red Sox since 1988. The one Red Sox player I can remember always spending time at the far end of the dugout signing autographs was Sam Horn. He was a power hitting first baseman who never really stuck in the majors because of the strikeouts. As you might suspect given his position and talents, he was an enormous man, so he was always very noticeable. By all accounts a very affable, outgoing fellow.
The only visiting player I can recall who always spent time signing was, surprisingly, George Bell of the Toronto Blue Jays. Bell was truly a star player. He may even have won a MVP award. He was not the most popular player, though, except among Toronto fans. Had a reputation for being kind of temperamental and thin-skinned.
My only autograph was Emil Francis (Coach & General Manager of the NY Rangers). I was at a playoff game with some friends on Long Island (MSG tickets were impossible, but Islander tickets were available and reasonably priced). They spied Emil and I just followed. I’ve no idea if I still have it or not.
It’s been a complicated journey… some uses banned but not others, same with imports.
I believe all imports were banned in the 20th century, but loopholes existed for domestic products.
The most comprehensive ban yet on manufacturing was very recent… I think during the last administration, which means that when the current administration realizes it, it’ll probably be overturned.
But there’s no ban against selling older houses, used appliances, or anything else that I know of, containing asbestos, or any law requiring its removal, which would pretty much be impossible, anyway.
Yes, it’s often done here too, in homes, but usually by the owners for their own benefit.
AFAIK there’s no law about having to do it before you can sell the property.
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You’re right about the danger… it’s safer in some instances just to leave it alone… Making it loose and scattering particles is what’s dangerous.
…
But I was also talking about asbestos inside oven linings and wall heaters… or made into floor tiles, trivets, and other products where you wouldn’t even suspect its presence, and removal would destroy them.
My mother once got some padded oven mitts that proclaimed on the tag that the lining contained asbestos for safety!
At the botanic garden where I worked, all heating pipes in the greenhouses were wrapped in asbestos. It was determined that it was safer to leave it alone since it wasn’t flaking or peeling.
Meanwhile, the door to my office (which was originally a store room for pesticides, fertilizers, etc.) fell apart one weekend. The edge with the hinges stayed in place, the rest of the door fell off. It was plastic covering a white slab. There was a pile of white powder under the corner. They called maintenance to fix it. The maintenance guy took one look, backed away, and said to call HazMat. The slab and powder were asbestos. Who knew that fire doors in the early 1960s were made of a combination of plastic and asbestos?
So my pretty orange door was replaced with a battleship gray one. As a fire door, it was supposed to be kept closed at all times since no one had ever bothered to document that it was no longer being used to store hazardous materials. No way was I doing that as the room didn’t have windows or ventilation.
The house insulation is called vermiculite. The standard practice is to leave it unless remodeling is being done that would disturb it. My house has some in the ceiling under the fiberglass. It’s mostly in the corners so I think the removal process when the fiberglass was blown in was a shoddy job. I found it when I was installing electrical cable for some new work. I was glad I was wearing a Tyvek suit with goggles and a facemask.
The loophole for selling a house here is that you have to disclose what you know.
Except for a required termite inspection, it’s up to the buyers to get things tested, and they can cancel the purchase or counter the offer based on the outcome.
But if you’re the seller, and the buyer’s inspection turned up asbestos…. or anything else, like foundation or roof problems… and they backed out, then you know, and have to disclose it to the next ones.
I recently had to have my kitchen floor repaired. Step one: have the old linoleum flooring tested for asbestos. Fortunately, mine was clean. When my aunt and uncle had water damage, the hazmat team took weeks to get their flooring and insulation all removed. And just that process cost like twice what the rest of the job did. It’s been too long for me to remember the details. But what just cost me a few thousand dollars would have been more than the value of the mobile home if there had been asbestos in it.
I own, and live in, a condo in Mass. A couple of years ago, I had two separate water leaks that first caused damage to my kitchen floor, then took out the kitchen ceiling in the unit below me. Two separate insurance claims. While looking for floor and wall damage in my kitchen, they found asbestos in the sub-flooring. Thank Dog they found none in the walls. I had to have a remediation company come in to completely remove the kitchen floor and sub-floor and take out all the asbestos. Then had to have another company come in to certify that the space was clear of asbestos. Cost thousands, but the insurance covered most of it. It led me to a total floor to ceiling remodel of my kitchen that cost ~ $40K. No insurance for that.
Actually, these kids, according to my search, were sent to the store alone, to shop for Mom from her list.
One caption:
“September 1938. “Children buying groceries in co-op store. Greenbelt, Maryland.” Medium format negative by Marion Post Woolcott.”
Another pointed out that they walked home alone with the groceries… But I’m not sure that’s actual fact, and not conjecture.
One thing that is conjecture, but on my part, is that kids were better behaved then. It was the middle of the Depression, as well, so they knew that money was very tight, and they probably didn’t have that extra nickel or dime for cookies.
Same photographer, different site…. the same kids, at the checkout:
My brother and I used to run back and forth to the store (maybe a half mile each way). It made it really important not to forget anything the first time.
“in june of 2007 a container ship named “pasha bulka” beached itself in newcastle, australia after a major storm rolled through the area. this occurred while the ship was attempting to enter the nearby harbour”
Saw aircraft carriers in port and entering and exiting the port area. They didn’t look too large, until I was in a sailboat (17 feet long) in the water next to the aircraft carrier. They dwarfed the buildings along the pier.
On a sadder note:
While idling away some time, I decided to see if someone was posting recent strips of “Dilbert Reborn” by Scott Adams just to see what he had done with it. and came across this ARTICLE by CBS saying he has prostrate cancer and does not expect to last to fall of this year..
That s/b “prostate” cancer.
I find it hard to muster a lot of sympathy for someone with views as reprehensible as Mr. Adams. The man knowingly committed professional suicide. Since then he has had to live with it, albeit not for much longer.
A few years ago this would have made me angry. Compared to ICE driving up in vans with faces covered and no ID, snatching people off the street and working them over, without due process, this is just child’s play.
It ALL makes me angry…. this doesn’t look like child’s play to me, no matter what else happens.
I have a good friend, Mexican with a green card, who sometimes does my yard work… not as an employee, but as a favor. He won’t let me pay him.
He’s only about 45, happily married, with two grandchildren…. I’ve known him about 20 years, so he’s been here at least that long, but he’s never applied for citizenship. He thinks his English isn’t good enough…. Which it might not be, but who cares.
He works hard, and is one of the nicest people I know. His wife and son and daughter in law all have jobs too.
…
Recently, I tried for two weeks to call him, to see if he could come over and trim some stuff in my yard. He was away… I couldn’t understand some of the message on his phone.
(He told me later that it gave a number to call in Los Angeles… but I didn’t catch that. We communicate in my bad Spanish and his possibly worse English).
I worried every day that he might have been trapped, possibly deported, just because he mostly speaks Spanish. He wasn’t… but I shouldn’t have to have knots in my stomach, over a kind, responsible, legal immigrant I’ve known for so long.
I get it. Even multi-generational Americans should be scared. You can be in El Salvador before they can say “oops, wrong person”. Lack of due process is like Alice in Wonderland “sentence first trial later”. This is not America anymore.
Here I am answering something from yesterday again…🙄…
To you guys who replied to me….
about Ignatz, the mouse…
I finally figured out you were both talking about the little picture that’s actually Krazy Kat, not Ignatz, so he’s one of the cats, not the mouse.
The actual mouse in the poster is the little creature I circled here in purple.. or squared. I put a green square around Krazy Kat.
Krazy Kat doesn’t look exactly like Ignatz, but as they’re both drawn by Herriman, there a bit of resemblance. But not between Ignatz and that little brown mouse, which is what confused me.
I do think Krazy in the poster is holding a brick. Ignatz probably threw it at him.
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That was Usherly ridiculous…
Was it ever figured out, why the animation only animates in the comments and not on top?
long story—suffice to say WordPress won’t or can’t fix it .
from here on out, when I have an animation to run….all I can do is post it.
and then post it in comments because all you’ll see on top is the first frame.
At least we get to comment on it individually!
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At least he probably smells good…
There’s something just a little too batty about that smile.
Probably his bat breath…
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Heather?
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Anne was blind too — I’m trying very hard not to say it gave her insight…
Just found out that my son’s golden retriever lost his sight. Probably a very atypical reaction to a flea/tick/heartworm med. Ran across “Muffin’s Halo” and and “Innovet Tracerz” to suggest for him. Probably a lot of other products out there for a blind dog (but apparently echolocation doesn’t usually work). He’s doing pretty well inside the house and in the backyard, but he gets more attention than he was even getting before. Always well and properly spoiled, just a bit more now. 🙂
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Ive seen photos of the halo. Wonderfull device.
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that’s a bummer–if she’s not too old, she’ll adapt rather well
Awww, poor guy. Good thing he’s “got people” to help him out. His sense of smell will probably serve him just fine as long as he’s in familiar locations, like home and yard.
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Hats for everybody. Furs. Spaces between groups as has always been common. Ladies don’t seem to be traveling alone. Couldn’t make out what was on the newspaper. Just trivial scanning. Notice anything else?
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They appear to be having a great time (in spite of the spike heels). Future mothers of our country, and hopefully very happy lives ahead of them. Probably some Frank Sinatra (and maybe Elvis Presley) fans among them.
I’m having a hard time believing this is 1959.
Of course I could be wrong, but I think the hair is too high and the shoe heels and toes are both too skinny for 1959.
Looks much more like 1962.
Not many years later but fashion had changed a lot.
Don’t ask me how I know.
It seems like, when I was young, new fashions often started in NYC and might take a year or so to catch on (or in some cases, fortunately die out). However, that’s my understanding from stories I heard; I’m more fashion blind than face blind 🙂
You wouldn’t want to see NYC fashions nowadays!!!
I’d say for young people, even young twenty somethings, it was New York and California.
When we moved to California from the Midwest, my sister and I were practically gawking… we knew the fashions, from the magazines, even movies and TV, but we dressed like teenagers did in Wisconsin.
Blue jeans or pleated skirts, loafers and bobby socks. Lipstick and occasionally mascara, but not usually for doing homework at the library.
The Air Force Base was coincidentally plopped into the middle of a very well to do area. The other teen age girls at the library were dressed like models and secretaries. Cashmere sweaters and heels. Full makeup, including false eyelashes, and salon hairdos.
Had to be a tough awakening for Mom and Dad, too. My baby wants to look like that??!!
Not really… they were very good at “no.” Didn’t really matter what we wanted.
My Dad was an Air Force officer… very strict. I wasn’t allowed to wear anything he considered too adult…
No lipstick or stockings till about a year after my classmates… But that was already in the past.
Even officers were way underpaid compared to the rich parents around us… a lot of those clothes were way off the table.
In fact, we still wore lot of hand me downs from my older cousins … all Midwesterners.
I think my parents actually would have loved to dress us like those girls, if we’d had money… nothing too sophisticated, but some of it.
My sister didn’t care much about fashion… And as for me, I was too “Bohemian” to want most of it anyway.
I was in college, in Berkeley… I wanted other clothes my parents hated much more… Not that I got them till I left on my own, which wasn’t long after.
You had an amazing life. I wish I’d known you in college.
That’s kind.
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You’re doing it a gain, Nighthawks…
Ain’t got no problem with that. A good ad is a good ad. Now, where can I get me some of that stuff for mah goat?
and here I thought I was doing good
It’s fine.
Really? My (ex) wife would have thrown the computer out the window for that one!
LOL… I didn’t mean the ad was fine… I wrote about it at length the first time.
I thought you were telling nighthawks he’d posted it before…
And he said he thought he was doing well.
I meant he was doing fine, duplication or not.
That might not have been what you meant or what he meant…
But no… the ad is gross… which is why it’s posted here.
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Only autograph I ever had was from Kirk Douglas. Had. As in my ex took it when she left. (And a lot of other things that weren’t hers…)
That’s funny, cos as teenagers, my siblings and I were taken to a celebrity golf tournament, by my dad.
I had as much interest in watching golf then as I have now…. zero. But we did like watching celebrities.
I don’t remember everybody who was there, but several did sign my autograph book. Some were very gracious, including Bob Hope and Roy Rogers, others quick but pleasant.
The one person who stays in my mind because he sped past the fans in his golf cart, didn’t stop or smile or wave, was Kirk Douglas!
Must have been pretty serious about his golf! Already thinking one or two strokes ahead. I’m gonna beat that SOB this time!
Assuming you mean Kirk Douglas, not my dad, who didn’t play at that level, but had gotten spectator tickets through the base where it was played…
When we looked disappointed, a few people said things like “Oh, he’s always like that.”
I cornered him eating dinner. He couldn’t get away.
the only autograph I ever got was from Ron Jackson.
who is Ron Jackson?–a AAA minor league ballplayer from the late 50’s.
what can I say, I was 8 years old and he was a long ball hitter
Well, I’ve long since lost that autograph book, so it all works out about the same.
Doesn’t matter how famous he was or was not. What matters is that he took the time to sign, because it mattered to a little kid.
I have had (a share of) season tickets for the Boston Red Sox since 1988. The one Red Sox player I can remember always spending time at the far end of the dugout signing autographs was Sam Horn. He was a power hitting first baseman who never really stuck in the majors because of the strikeouts. As you might suspect given his position and talents, he was an enormous man, so he was always very noticeable. By all accounts a very affable, outgoing fellow.
The only visiting player I can recall who always spent time signing was, surprisingly, George Bell of the Toronto Blue Jays. Bell was truly a star player. He may even have won a MVP award. He was not the most popular player, though, except among Toronto fans. Had a reputation for being kind of temperamental and thin-skinned.
My only autograph was Emil Francis (Coach & General Manager of the NY Rangers). I was at a playoff game with some friends on Long Island (MSG tickets were impossible, but Islander tickets were available and reasonably priced). They spied Emil and I just followed. I’ve no idea if I still have it or not.
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As a former employee used to say: “Thank you for slowing me up.”
Why are the front wheels still on the ground?
It’s only an advertising hoarding, not much weight to it.
Still would have been cool if…
Wonderful stuff. Just a weeee little problem with it….
Keep it well painted, and it’s fine. In my industry they used to use asbestos tape (Think hairy bandages) to wrap HV cables in.
Especially the edges.
It’s mostly banned in the US.
It’s been a complicated journey… some uses banned but not others, same with imports.
I believe all imports were banned in the 20th century, but loopholes existed for domestic products.
The most comprehensive ban yet on manufacturing was very recent… I think during the last administration, which means that when the current administration realizes it, it’ll probably be overturned.
But there’s no ban against selling older houses, used appliances, or anything else that I know of, containing asbestos, or any law requiring its removal, which would pretty much be impossible, anyway.
The removal is expensive and dangerous – but it was and is done here in Germany.
Yes, it’s often done here too, in homes, but usually by the owners for their own benefit.
AFAIK there’s no law about having to do it before you can sell the property.
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You’re right about the danger… it’s safer in some instances just to leave it alone… Making it loose and scattering particles is what’s dangerous.
…
But I was also talking about asbestos inside oven linings and wall heaters… or made into floor tiles, trivets, and other products where you wouldn’t even suspect its presence, and removal would destroy them.
My mother once got some padded oven mitts that proclaimed on the tag that the lining contained asbestos for safety!
Here, all public buildings had to remove all asbestos.
At the botanic garden where I worked, all heating pipes in the greenhouses were wrapped in asbestos. It was determined that it was safer to leave it alone since it wasn’t flaking or peeling.
Meanwhile, the door to my office (which was originally a store room for pesticides, fertilizers, etc.) fell apart one weekend. The edge with the hinges stayed in place, the rest of the door fell off. It was plastic covering a white slab. There was a pile of white powder under the corner. They called maintenance to fix it. The maintenance guy took one look, backed away, and said to call HazMat. The slab and powder were asbestos. Who knew that fire doors in the early 1960s were made of a combination of plastic and asbestos?
So my pretty orange door was replaced with a battleship gray one. As a fire door, it was supposed to be kept closed at all times since no one had ever bothered to document that it was no longer being used to store hazardous materials. No way was I doing that as the room didn’t have windows or ventilation.
The house insulation is called vermiculite. The standard practice is to leave it unless remodeling is being done that would disturb it. My house has some in the ceiling under the fiberglass. It’s mostly in the corners so I think the removal process when the fiberglass was blown in was a shoddy job. I found it when I was installing electrical cable for some new work. I was glad I was wearing a Tyvek suit with goggles and a facemask.
In NY you must disclose the presence of asbestos to sell a house or building.
The loophole for selling a house here is that you have to disclose what you know.
Except for a required termite inspection, it’s up to the buyers to get things tested, and they can cancel the purchase or counter the offer based on the outcome.
But if you’re the seller, and the buyer’s inspection turned up asbestos…. or anything else, like foundation or roof problems… and they backed out, then you know, and have to disclose it to the next ones.
I recently had to have my kitchen floor repaired. Step one: have the old linoleum flooring tested for asbestos. Fortunately, mine was clean. When my aunt and uncle had water damage, the hazmat team took weeks to get their flooring and insulation all removed. And just that process cost like twice what the rest of the job did. It’s been too long for me to remember the details. But what just cost me a few thousand dollars would have been more than the value of the mobile home if there had been asbestos in it.
Yeah, I’ve heard stories like that.
That’s why some people hire handymen and others who are not contractors.
It may not be legal or safe, but sometimes makes the jobs possible.
I own, and live in, a condo in Mass. A couple of years ago, I had two separate water leaks that first caused damage to my kitchen floor, then took out the kitchen ceiling in the unit below me. Two separate insurance claims. While looking for floor and wall damage in my kitchen, they found asbestos in the sub-flooring. Thank Dog they found none in the walls. I had to have a remediation company come in to completely remove the kitchen floor and sub-floor and take out all the asbestos. Then had to have another company come in to certify that the space was clear of asbestos. Cost thousands, but the insurance covered most of it. It led me to a total floor to ceiling remodel of my kitchen that cost ~ $40K. No insurance for that.
Eek!
I hope you made your water promise never to leak again.
Though realistically.. its promises don’t always hold water, cos its ethics are fluid.
and nobody (except me) is going to say ‘we do asbestos we can’?
nobody?
I do asbestos I can, but i guess I can’t always keep up.
Groan!
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🤣😃
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NEVER let those monsters get withing arms reach of anything on those shelves! Most of us know from bitter experience!
Actually, these kids, according to my search, were sent to the store alone, to shop for Mom from her list.
One caption:
“September 1938. “Children buying groceries in co-op store. Greenbelt, Maryland.” Medium format negative by Marion Post Woolcott.”
Another pointed out that they walked home alone with the groceries… But I’m not sure that’s actual fact, and not conjecture.
One thing that is conjecture, but on my part, is that kids were better behaved then. It was the middle of the Depression, as well, so they knew that money was very tight, and they probably didn’t have that extra nickel or dime for cookies.
Same photographer, different site…. the same kids, at the checkout:
My brother and I used to run back and forth to the store (maybe a half mile each way). It made it really important not to forget anything the first time.
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Found him PDQ, even though he “blends in” fairly well.
He’s the one with the teeth and little beady eyes.
Haven’t we done him before?
I dunno.
But I usually figure if I still have to search, it doesn’t matter.
probably — we’re dependent on my memory, which has shown itself to be undependable
As I keep saying… It’s okay.
Nobody’s paying even a nickel a month… except for YOU…
and nobody expects perfection.
At least they’d better not.
Especially for a one man operation, you do a great job!
Hear! Hear!
I assume he’s the one that looks well fed! 🙂
I saw him right away, before I read the title…
at first, I thought this was stop-motion animation.but seeing the guys in back , I got that this is remote control racing
Yes, RC Drifting. My BIL does RC car racing, he’s very good at it.
Sunday driver.
When I was a kid, it was slot cars.
Model Motoring by Aurora in HO scale—best xmas present I ever got
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WTH? Nothing about this looks real.
And yet…
“in june of 2007 a container ship named “pasha bulka” beached itself in newcastle, australia after a major storm rolled through the area. this occurred while the ship was attempting to enter the nearby harbour”
Newcastle just got themselves a new breakwater, even if only temporarily.
Zoom lens has the effect of ‘Pulling’ distance that can make some scenes look a bit strange.
Pulled or not, that thing is big. 😀
Saw aircraft carriers in port and entering and exiting the port area. They didn’t look too large, until I was in a sailboat (17 feet long) in the water next to the aircraft carrier. They dwarfed the buildings along the pier.
My first thought was “what does the top image (of the ship) have to due with the lower image (of the building & people)”. Then I looked again – WOW.
Same here.
With hours in between.
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On a sadder note:
While idling away some time, I decided to see if someone was posting recent strips of “Dilbert Reborn” by Scott Adams just to see what he had done with it. and came across this ARTICLE by CBS saying he has prostrate cancer and does not expect to last to fall of this year..
That s/b “prostate” cancer.
I find it hard to muster a lot of sympathy for someone with views as reprehensible as Mr. Adams. The man knowingly committed professional suicide. Since then he has had to live with it, albeit not for much longer.
I suspect this is staged, but if it isn’t I think these guys qualify for the epithet “pigs.”
Apparently not staged. Some heat apparently coming down on these officers (unlike in many other countries).
A few years ago this would have made me angry. Compared to ICE driving up in vans with faces covered and no ID, snatching people off the street and working them over, without due process, this is just child’s play.
It ALL makes me angry…. this doesn’t look like child’s play to me, no matter what else happens.
I have a good friend, Mexican with a green card, who sometimes does my yard work… not as an employee, but as a favor. He won’t let me pay him.
He’s only about 45, happily married, with two grandchildren…. I’ve known him about 20 years, so he’s been here at least that long, but he’s never applied for citizenship. He thinks his English isn’t good enough…. Which it might not be, but who cares.
He works hard, and is one of the nicest people I know. His wife and son and daughter in law all have jobs too.
…
Recently, I tried for two weeks to call him, to see if he could come over and trim some stuff in my yard. He was away… I couldn’t understand some of the message on his phone.
(He told me later that it gave a number to call in Los Angeles… but I didn’t catch that. We communicate in my bad Spanish and his possibly worse English).
I worried every day that he might have been trapped, possibly deported, just because he mostly speaks Spanish. He wasn’t… but I shouldn’t have to have knots in my stomach, over a kind, responsible, legal immigrant I’ve known for so long.
I get it. Even multi-generational Americans should be scared. You can be in El Salvador before they can say “oops, wrong person”. Lack of due process is like Alice in Wonderland “sentence first trial later”. This is not America anymore.
Goat Tower.
Rapunzel, Rapunzel…. let down your beard.
Here I am answering something from yesterday again…🙄…
To you guys who replied to me….
The actual mouse in the poster is the little creature I circled here in purple.. or squared. I put a green square around Krazy Kat.
Krazy Kat doesn’t look exactly like Ignatz, but as they’re both drawn by Herriman, there a bit of resemblance. But not between Ignatz and that little brown mouse, which is what confused me.
I do think Krazy in the poster is holding a brick. Ignatz probably threw it at him.
I always thought Krazy Kat was female.
Herriman said his/her gender was purposely ambiguous.
He referred to him as “he”… But he was in love with Ignatz… Ignatz was usually male. But officer Pupp was sometimes in love with one or the other.
Seems very modern for its time
I’m supposed to have left already today… So I’m getting out of here.
But I just wanted to thank everybody who responded about cable cars.
I answered you all back there, some yesterday, and some just today.
Just seen your replies, and those Cable Cars, and Street Cars, ride on swivelling bogies (Trucks) with no wheelsets rigidly fixed to the car body.
Thanks! I kinda figured, from the way they go around corners… but I also figured somebody else would actually know.