I don’t really understand that part of the road, between the white lines.
In fact, I have a feeling it’s NOT really part of the road, but unpaved, and the actual road starts at the second (closest to us) line.
Two trees grow in the section on front of the yellow house… Or maybe one of them is a lamp post.
But the part on front of the green house seems to have a sidewalk in the middle…. And there may be a walkway between the two, from the road to the houses.
It works for me, but takes me to a page with links to all the episodes… very useful if I want to binge the program, thanks.
But there’s nothing there to help identify this particular episode, or the actor…. only a numbered list of them all, with no titles until you click them one by one.
that was the word that made me sorta wince…..I suppose in the eyes of the law, one OWNS a dog. but in the eyes of those who live with a dog—
no, not owners. family members
I like to do goofy little surveys… So one time I asked everybody I got a chance to talk to, probably a few dozen people back then, “What does your dog call you?”
Most of them (including me) assumed it was Mommy or Daddy, or some version of that.
A couple said Aunt or Uncle, with their first names, and a few said only their first names.
Someone I thought I knew better, who was very close to her dogs, surprised me by saying they just called her Alpha because she was their leader.
Amazingly, a few didn’t understand the question.
Like someone in my own family, who said “Why would my dogs call me anything? They don’t talk!”
I asked what name he believed they thought of him by… And he said “I suppose if anything it would be Master.”
Mine definitely knew me by my first name. When mom told him to “go wake up ‘Liverlips,'” he would come up the stairs, down the hall into my room, and lick me.
I had one similar, at some point… Non working, a little less fancy, from a cafe that closed.
I lived in a bigger place… Still quite small but bigger than this place… and I liked to collect useless large things, I guess.
A jukebox, a full size (also non working) pinball machine, a floor model U-No candy machine.
Oh… And a large machine that would stamp your name around the edge of aluminum disks, and another that faked stamping the Lord’s Prayer on your penny (you actually bought the stamped copper ovals, and it took your penny.)
I had to sell them all when I moved. I only paid $40 for the jukebox around 1975. I thought I’d make a killing but ended up getting I think $75, because everybody wanted later, flashier models.
Same with my pinball machine… It was TOO vintage.
It had Hawaiian ladies in grass skirts on the glass… but it was too old to have flippers.
The way you just wrote it, “7”, is perfectly correct, grammatically speaking, just like an “A” or a “#”.
It has no other meaning that I know.
The way it’s written in the puzzle, without the quotation marks, could possibly be referring to the 7th item in the list presented, but there isn’t one…
And I’m not sure what else, but I don’t understand what ambiguity you see.
It looks like she may be adding labels to the jars and bottles. As she’s using a foot operated switch or press, I would bet that her left foot and leg would be very tired by the end of her shift.
No hoses to the machine, or tank on the mobile machine. I don’t think she’s the one putting the ketchup into the bottles, they’ll be a production machine for that, but I think you’re right about her putting on the labels. There’s a motor on the back of the machine so it looks like a foot operated switch. I’ll have to word the descriptions more carefully.
Not here. The kids bought a smoked turkey and sent the carcass home with us so I could experiment. I boiled it down with some chicken stock and water. It made a great turkey broth, but it sapped all the taste out of any of the meat that was left on the carcass.
Instead, I’d have gently reheated the carcass in the broth only to re-hydrate the meat, let it dry in a colander, pick off any remaining meat and cook the hell out of the bones i. e. let them simmer for several hours.
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That, to me, is a very friendly face.
A Tree Grows in White Line?
I don’t really understand that part of the road, between the white lines.
In fact, I have a feeling it’s NOT really part of the road, but unpaved, and the actual road starts at the second (closest to us) line.
Two trees grow in the section on front of the yellow house… Or maybe one of them is a lamp post.
But the part on front of the green house seems to have a sidewalk in the middle…. And there may be a walkway between the two, from the road to the houses.
An explanation and more works by Raul Cantu HERE
Okay…. I can see it better now, when I’m not (as) sleepy, and I also looked at Alexi’s link with an only slightly higher resolution image.
It’s definitely dirt, and not even smooth dirt, between the white lines.
The 2nd “tree” is indeed sort of part lamppost… it’s something impossible.
…
The reason for that, and other strange bits, is that the whole thing is AI….(grumble grumble.)
The artist has his own highfalutin’ words for it — “Algoritmia, or generative algorithms” — but it’s still AI. 😠
Sloppy AI
That was kind of obvious to me when I saw the tree-lamppost hybrid.
Does it bear light bulbs as fruit?
,,
,.,,
Let me guess…
bingo
I HOPE THE LINK WORKS FOR EVERYBODY THIS TIME
They always work for me, obviously, but….WordPress and other servers.
Worked for moi!
It works for me, but takes me to a page with links to all the episodes… very useful if I want to binge the program, thanks.
But there’s nothing there to help identify this particular episode, or the actor…. only a numbered list of them all, with no titles until you click them one by one.
I couldn’t conjure up an actor’s name for this still until today. Is this
The former.
Yes to the first, “sorry, but not to me”, to the second. 😁
Yeah yeah….
,,,
Looks like a Christmas card.
:”…The Whos down in Whoville…”
:’o(
Berlin—centered, you can see what I think is the Brandenburg Gate
IT IS INDEED THE BRANDENBURG GATE.
,,.,
“Saddle up, boys. We’ll head ’em off at the iceberg!”
Beautiful yak.
Don’t worry, shaggy beastie…. We only pretend to eat your kind at the Tiki Bar… I wouldn’t really eat you, I promise.
Uh oh… I hope nobody from Ballard Street sees this…
.
“Oh, you’re home. I invited a couple of friends to stop by, hope that’s okay.”
Reminds me of Little Dog Lost’s Thanksgiving dinner…
Don’t get fooled: Those are Santa (complete with white beard) and Rudolph (make-up!) on vacation.
Sometimes the problem is thinking you own a dog.
He really likes you, so he hangs out with you, and appreciates the food and stuff…
But he’s got a life.
that was the word that made me sorta wince…..I suppose in the eyes of the law, one OWNS a dog. but in the eyes of those who live with a dog—
no, not owners. family members
Yup. And i’m daddy. 🙂
I like to do goofy little surveys… So one time I asked everybody I got a chance to talk to, probably a few dozen people back then, “What does your dog call you?”
Most of them (including me) assumed it was Mommy or Daddy, or some version of that.
A couple said Aunt or Uncle, with their first names, and a few said only their first names.
Someone I thought I knew better, who was very close to her dogs, surprised me by saying they just called her Alpha because she was their leader.
Amazingly, a few didn’t understand the question.
Like someone in my own family, who said “Why would my dogs call me anything? They don’t talk!”
I asked what name he believed they thought of him by… And he said “I suppose if anything it would be Master.”
Yikes.
Mine definitely knew me by my first name. When mom told him to “go wake up ‘Liverlips,'” he would come up the stairs, down the hall into my room, and lick me.
The latter would make their female “owners” their mistresses – no thanks.
We do use the word mistress, with no hidden meaning, for the female owner of a pet.
We also refer to the mistress of the house.
No one takes it for anything untoward, or mistakes it for the other usage of the word.
In fact that usage is derived from the ordinary one.
Wurlitzer Model 800 Jukebox – 1940
SOURCE
I had one similar, at some point… Non working, a little less fancy, from a cafe that closed.
I lived in a bigger place… Still quite small but bigger than this place… and I liked to collect useless large things, I guess.
A jukebox, a full size (also non working) pinball machine, a floor model U-No candy machine.
Oh… And a large machine that would stamp your name around the edge of aluminum disks, and another that faked stamping the Lord’s Prayer on your penny (you actually bought the stamped copper ovals, and it took your penny.)
I had to sell them all when I moved. I only paid $40 for the jukebox around 1975. I thought I’d make a killing but ended up getting I think $75, because everybody wanted later, flashier models.
Same with my pinball machine… It was TOO vintage.
It had Hawaiian ladies in grass skirts on the glass… but it was too old to have flippers.
I’m sure they’re worth more now. Sigh…
I got my count quick.
Not too tough.
I just posted below, before I read this…
You are nimbler of mind than I.
Thanks…. flattering… but I think “nimble” might be the wrong word 😁
That’s the result I got too.
wait’ll you get a load of tomorrow’s Find the Difference puzzle
Don’t scare them…..
Um… Your spoiler is a little spoiled 😁
oops!
6 little ones plus the big one they’re part of.
I didn’t count the one in the question, because… well, because it’s part of the question, and that shouldn’t count.
agreed
Grammatically speaking, until I know what a “7” is, I can’t solve the puzzle.
The way you just wrote it, “7”, is perfectly correct, grammatically speaking, just like an “A” or a “#”.
It has no other meaning that I know.
The way it’s written in the puzzle, without the quotation marks, could possibly be referring to the 7th item in the list presented, but there isn’t one…
And I’m not sure what else, but I don’t understand what ambiguity you see.
Silken Windhound
Wow!
Interesting looking critter. Slightly coyote-like. What were they bred to do?
He’s built like his fellow sighthounds…
Borzois, greyhounds, Afghan hounds, etc
Sight hounds are built to run, with a natural inclination to give chase…
So they were originally bred as hunting dogs.
Not trackers, like scent hounds… they don’t follow a trail like a basset or a bloodhound.
They spot their prey at a distance, and run it down.
Beautiful…..
Looks like a fluffier borzoi.
just not as fluffier
https://youtu.be/IeOtLAv82mA?si=YrJigI8dQwwhHSHq
Jack Benny and his timing, what’s not to like (the probable commercial you have to skip at the earliest opportunity)?
Bottling ketchup at the Heinz factory, Pittsburgh, 1897.
It looks like she may be adding labels to the jars and bottles. As she’s using a foot operated switch or press, I would bet that her left foot and leg would be very tired by the end of her shift.
No hoses to the machine, or tank on the mobile machine. I don’t think she’s the one putting the ketchup into the bottles, they’ll be a production machine for that, but I think you’re right about her putting on the labels. There’s a motor on the back of the machine so it looks like a foot operated switch. I’ll have to word the descriptions more carefully.
Apropos Black Friday: Ballard Street from today.
I’m seeing a lot of comment image instead of the intended pictures. Maybe I’ll have to check in later and see if it clears up.
Works this time. Much better.
Have you tried reload? – Sometimes that seems to work.
Yes… Refreshing usually works for me, but sometimes it happens when my WiFi is slow or the browser cache needs clearing.
Over here!
I’m up for a turkey sandwich!
Pretty please!
Not here. The kids bought a smoked turkey and sent the carcass home with us so I could experiment. I boiled it down with some chicken stock and water. It made a great turkey broth, but it sapped all the taste out of any of the meat that was left on the carcass.
Instead, I’d have gently reheated the carcass in the broth only to re-hydrate the meat, let it dry in a colander, pick off any remaining meat and cook the hell out of the bones i. e. let them simmer for several hours.
I had open faced sandwiches with deli turkey. No leftovers. 🙂