I did something similar as a toddler on the oven window. Some lessons simply have to be learned the hard way. I don’t know if they’re universal, or customized to fit the individual, but many of us seem to have had them.
I never hurt myself that way that I recall, anyway… but I was 2 when I woke up in the night, and decided I wanted to eat eggs.
I managed to open the refrigerator, and saw butter, but nothing white. I don’t know how I found it, but I got some flour.
I put a bunch of butter and flour in my favorite pink enameled toy pot, and somehow put them on the stove and turned it on. I couldn’t see the burner… It was over my head.
Some details are fuzzy but I definitely remember thinking white and yellow stuff would make eggs.
There was a small fire, lots of smoke, and my thin metal pot melted to the stove. My parents woke up and came running. My mom said I was just confidently waiting for my eggs to cook
I got spanked, but I remember only crying cos I wanted my pot back.
Taking precautions can help keep you safe, as Superman espoused…
But when you purposely put yourself in peril, precaution only goes so far…
And when you determinedly set out to defeat all precaution, like George Reeves did in 1959, you can’t blame the result on the failure of safety measures.
If this isn’t enhanced, which it could be, I’d imagine her feet are on something with wheels, or on some sort of balance board, with a round ball underneath.
He rode easy in the saddle, he was tall and lean
And at first you’d have thought nothing but a streak of mean
Could make a man look so downright strong
But one look in his eyes and you knew you were wrong
I rode on it a few times. All is well as the swing slowly goes upward – but when it hits the top and springs open – like an umbrella – OMG – hang on for dear life,,…and the downward flight (fast as hell) is a shocker. I was a young teen back then…..in the early 60’s.
I didn’t realize what happened when you arrived at the top! Absolutely frightening. And there weren’t proper restraints to hold you in (my opinion). Mind you, the spectators below must have thought the downward flight beautiful and graceful, what with the parachute open wide and the very fast descent. Still, it was sad when that ride lost its popularity, ceased functioning and only the tall tower remained as a landmark. I’ll try looking for the tower the next time I drive by Coney Island.
He’s wearing a harness, you can just make out the rope it’s attached to, and he’s leaning back holding it after he’s finished running. The running did save him from falling flat on his face and getting a collar full of the damp white stuff.
Last year’s snow did that on my house…ripped the rain gutters right off. Which shattered when they hit the ground. I’m gutterless. For now. On my list of things to save up to fix.
I think in Toonland, if it says 2, it is 2, cos they have no other verifiable reality than the drawings they inhabit.
Not just mind over matter, but eraser over matter.
Must be nice to live in a world where you can erase your problems, and rewrite reality, with no lingering questions about possibilty, or expectations of reasonableness.
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Double dewlap.
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A toxic chair dump?
This must be right behind the old chair factory.
It’s the only thing keeping those old buildings from falling into each other. Kind of like Jenga, if you remove ‘one’ chair….
Believe it or not, it’s art
Done by Colombian artist Doris Salcedo, for an exhibition in Istanbul, in I think it said 2003…
1500 chairs stacked between two buildings is meant to evolve faceless victims of oppressive governments, including immigrants.
Not Ionesco?
Maybe Ms. Salcedo got the chairs after the play was over, and the invisible audience left…. I think Mr. Ionesco would have been pleased.
After the production I saw, she still would have needed another 1400 or so.
I suppose when you need 1500 chairs, you get them wherever you can.
oh…kay…
I don’t writes ’em, I just reports ’em.
And I try not to even put quotation marks on “Art”.
Ikea graveyard, like the ancient elephant burial sites. But for failed Ikea assemblies.
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We were getting ready to go see the tree in Trafalgar Square in 1952 when I burned my hands on the gas stove. I was two years old — still remember it!
(We went a few days later after the hurting stopped.)
I did something similar as a toddler on the oven window. Some lessons simply have to be learned the hard way. I don’t know if they’re universal, or customized to fit the individual, but many of us seem to have had them.
I never hurt myself that way that I recall, anyway… but I was 2 when I woke up in the night, and decided I wanted to eat eggs.
I managed to open the refrigerator, and saw butter, but nothing white. I don’t know how I found it, but I got some flour.
I put a bunch of butter and flour in my favorite pink enameled toy pot, and somehow put them on the stove and turned it on. I couldn’t see the burner… It was over my head.
Some details are fuzzy but I definitely remember thinking white and yellow stuff would make eggs.
There was a small fire, lots of smoke, and my thin metal pot melted to the stove. My parents woke up and came running. My mom said I was just confidently waiting for my eggs to cook
I got spanked, but I remember only crying cos I wanted my pot back.
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Yuck!
There might be a bit of a parking problem for that restaurant, just sayin’.
And yeah, my brother lives in Maine, where they have to roll up the sidewalks after September 1st.
Could be anywhere in northern North America. It’s when this happens in cities that things really grind to a halt.
Sometimes I like California.
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Taking precautions can help keep you safe, as Superman espoused…
But when you purposely put yourself in peril, precaution only goes so far…
And when you determinedly set out to defeat all precaution, like George Reeves did in 1959, you can’t blame the result on the failure of safety measures.
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♫♪”Iv’e got the hippy hippy shakes…♫♪
She’s pretty, but ???
If this isn’t enhanced, which it could be, I’d imagine her feet are on something with wheels, or on some sort of balance board, with a round ball underneath.
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Better stay away from Mount Rushmore, then…
And James Mason
or John Cassavetes
Just on general principles, I assume?
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An oldie in every sense of the word.
There might have been something about the horse also appearing in multiple roles.
It’s rough when you get typecast…
Yeah, horses would love some non-horse roles… but those long faces make it hard.
They try out for them, but everybody says neigh, you’re a horse.
This brings to mind some random lyrics:
He rode easy in the saddle, he was tall and lean
And at first you’d have thought nothing but a streak of mean
Could make a man look so downright strong
But one look in his eyes and you knew you were wrong
Hi! Welcome to Cleo and Company!
You posted that while I was getting the link.
I was just looking it up last night when I lost my Internet.
It came back briefly, and went out again.
I just had to reset my “gateway”, as they call it… and… sigh… go find the link again.
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Looks like a very dramatic scene. Passengers and crew on deck during a storm on a treacherous sea. Does that signature say “Honey Bacon. 1885”?
Henry Bacon, I believe. The year would be correct.
Yes.
I couldn’t find a description… maybe the lady in the chair is seasick.
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Bideni? Was that a political joke?
No, not really, but an acknowledgement of his policies.
See on Wikipedia:
Syllipsimopodi
So it really was named after him!
But supposedly an honor, not a joke or slur.
Yes, you used a better descriptors than I did.
An honourary acknowledgement of his policies promoting better environmental initiatives.
Okay, so maybe I should stop making flippant comments for a while … Nah!
Please don’t.
Nope, keep ’em coming!
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The Parachute Ride at Steeplechase Park, Coney Island, 1959.
I… think… I’ll … um… skip that ride.
I rode on it a few times. All is well as the swing slowly goes upward – but when it hits the top and springs open – like an umbrella – OMG – hang on for dear life,,…and the downward flight (fast as hell) is a shocker. I was a young teen back then…..in the early 60’s.
Oh…. that sounds like…. fun.
For somebody else!
Of course, now we’re old enough to know that….
though even then, I’m afraid I wasn’t as brave as you.
I didn’t realize what happened when you arrived at the top! Absolutely frightening. And there weren’t proper restraints to hold you in (my opinion). Mind you, the spectators below must have thought the downward flight beautiful and graceful, what with the parachute open wide and the very fast descent. Still, it was sad when that ride lost its popularity, ceased functioning and only the tall tower remained as a landmark. I’ll try looking for the tower the next time I drive by Coney Island.
I would have just looked up at the height and said “Nope. You go ahead. I’ll wait here.”
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Sure. Anything else you want?
That makes him a snowpanda.
He’s not a snowman…. but he doesn’t carrot all.
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Yuck.
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Please tell me he’s not clearing the snow off the Empire State Building…
Doesn’t matter where is was, that’s a seriously quick reaction to save him from injuries or death! It probably was learned due to painful experience.
He’s wearing a harness, you can just make out the rope it’s attached to, and he’s leaning back holding it after he’s finished running. The running did save him from falling flat on his face and getting a collar full of the damp white stuff.
Don’t care! I still don’t want to be up there!
Okay. He’s not clearing the snow off the Empire State Building. Anything else you need said, you know where to find me.
Last year’s snow did that on my house…ripped the rain gutters right off. Which shattered when they hit the ground. I’m gutterless. For now. On my list of things to save up to fix.
Another good one.
Keep them coming, please.
Mind over matter Cleo. If it ‘says’ 2 then it must feel like 2. I think even I could pick up 4 pounds, if I did it as a clean and jerk.
I think in Toonland, if it says 2, it is 2, cos they have no other verifiable reality than the drawings they inhabit.
Not just mind over matter, but eraser over matter.
Must be nice to live in a world where you can erase your problems, and rewrite reality, with no lingering questions about possibilty, or expectations of reasonableness.
Castle Mountain. Banff National Park, Alberta, Canada, December 2022.
I skied there once; then I discovered Fortress (I haven’t skied in years).
Well… I haven’t discovered Fortress… another mountain (doubtful), a game.. I only know of Fortnite… a …um…. what? Google doesn’t know!
Who’s hunting who?
Fish and other aquatic animals award winner Przemyslaw Jakubczyk.
I can picture the fish gleefully mocking… only not out loud, lest the tables get turned.
Absolutely. The fish is giving out raspberries.
https://www.wdrmaus.de/filme/mausspots/gewichtheben.php5
Thanks – that was cute!
That’s cute!
Yes… Another demonstration of the toon principal.
“Life is what you paint it.”
I’m happy the link worked for you!
But it figures for that site to not be geo-blocked.