Took me a while… but I finally realized the fellow is throwing his rake, or whatever he’s using, at the drone, to bring it down.
Yes, I’m slow.
All I could track down when I searched it were people saying it was a farmer, angry at a neighboring farmer for using crop-dusting drones… No specifics.
Finally I looked at the file name…
Nighthawks usually makes and posts screenshots instead of saving or linking to images, so most of them have “names” that are just collections of letters and numbers, and don’t preserve the original file names, so I don’t always pay attention.
But this one isn’t a screenshot, cos it’s a gif… and the actual file name says a lot…
But to preserve my delicate reputation… I think I should put it in a spoiler box…
do not look if you have sensitive ears…. But it’s called..
I searched this image, and found it all over the web, then googled George Brownridge, with the same results….
But not one of the sites I went to had any information about what paper published the originals, or in what country…. or whether the whole thing was a hoax.
It almost looks like the pickup was aiming for her and pulled just a little too far right. Makes you wonder if it was a lover’s quarrel taken to the max.
And as we’ve seen, there are quite a few people out there who are just that crazy! So my scenario isn’t entirely implausible, although I wish it wasn’t.
Gorgeous horse…. He looks kind of like a Clydesdale or maybe a Percheron, but somehow short, maybe a pony.
So I looked him up…
According to a horse group on Facebook, his name is Splash…. he’s a very good example of a Gypsy Vanner stallion.
I wondered about the odd name for the breed, so I also looked up Gypsy Vanner. Turns out that’s only one name for them… they were originally bred by British Romani to pull caravans… hence Gypsy Vanner.
But the Romani themselves, and a lot of others, call them Irish cobs, and they’re also called Tinker cobs, which to me is not nice, and Gypsy ponies.
They’re known for those beautiful feathered legs, full manes, and thick tails. Some have long hair on their muzzles.
They can be as short as a pony, but some are big horse size… They’re still called Gypsy ponies, and cobs, which also means a short horse, even when they’re tall.
Those beautiful horses are usually (as they are called in English anyway) South German Coldbloods.
I think they’re a bit smaller than Clydesdales, but bigger than Gypsy Cobs (which have Clydesdale in their lineage). What I’m told is that the smaller breeds have better maneuverability, though they’re still very big horses.
They probably all have some of the same stock if you go back far enough…. and I don’t mean all the way back to Eohippus.
…
Unfortunately I’ll be asleep at the time of your link.
You’ve probably seen that in the US, Budweiser uses a team of huge Clydesdales pulling a similar wagon in their advertising.
They make live appearances at various parades and festivals. They’re gorgeous… but unfortunately even beautiful horses can’t turn that swill …um... tan liquid into actual beer.
I’ve never been much of a drinker, and now I’m not supposed to have more than a few sips.. But I’d take German beer over American any day.
No question the run-of-the-mill German brew is an unbridgeable distance from the run-of-the-mill US .. beverage. But at least it is now possible to find, around the country, micro-breweries that produce select styles of beer and ale that are the equal of the best in Europe. Not that you can get a great example of every style everywhere, but you never know when you might run into one.
Gosh… Strega’s post reminded me… I forgot to say..
I love the apple-owl!
I can’t believe I never noticed that.
Of course they’re not all going to make owls… And some will have 5 eyes, or none… still a cool thing to look for.
My first grade teacher was thinning out her classroom bookshelves., and let us each take one.. I chose one I didn’t realize was very old, with wonderful stories.
One was about a young apple tree that yearned for a star. A fairy came and promised her that one day she’d bring one. But when the fairy finally returned with her star, the tree was grown up. She told the fairy to give the star to her children.
And that’s why when you cut an apple crosswise, it has a star inside!
I love to tell that story to children, and show them. Maybe I can show them an apple owl, too… if I ever get the chance.
….
BTW, when I was a kid I was always being told not to play with my food. I still don’t get it. Nothing wrong with playing with your food, as long as you’re not wasting it, or making a disgusting mess.
Mama flies the spoon airplane of cereal to the toddler’s mouth, feeds him cookies shaped like teddy bears. Two years later he’s lining up his peas like soldiers, or making road in his mashed potatoes… “Stop playing with your food!”
Play with your food, dance on the furniture, run through the kitchen. When I got my own house, all of my parents rules went out the windows. Enjoy your stuff, don’t let it own you.
.
Mmmm…. is that Alpo liver chunks?
…
In 1956?
Nope, I hadn’t a clue.
Him yes. Everything else blank…
Very unflattering pictures of both women, and in fact I only recognized the first one because I’ve seen so many pictures of her later in life.
I recognized him, too… but not the second actress, and I’m not sure I’ve even heard of the movie.
I have to thank Google for ID-ing them.
.
,
She’s got the liberty bell in freckles on her head!
uh…well…not exactly
That show had culture;
Boo! 😀
Peek-a-Boo!
Yes!
Back in her nutty period…
Sure. Doesn’t every suburban household fill at least one closet with walnuts?
Maybe cos she’s younger…. sigh…
Nah, it’s the hair. For me, it’s always the hair.
,..
Clown fish philosophy: an anemone of your enemy is a friend of yours.
,
We all want to know the story behind this one.
Took me a while… but I finally realized the fellow is throwing his rake, or whatever he’s using, at the drone, to bring it down.
Yes, I’m slow.
All I could track down when I searched it were people saying it was a farmer, angry at a neighboring farmer for using crop-dusting drones… No specifics.
Finally I looked at the file name…
Nighthawks usually makes and posts screenshots instead of saving or linking to images, so most of them have “names” that are just collections of letters and numbers, and don’t preserve the original file names, so I don’t always pay attention.
But this one isn’t a screenshot, cos it’s a gif… and the actual file name says a lot…
But to preserve my delicate reputation… I think I should put it in a spoiler box…
Hey I didn’t name it!
Well – close.
Sorry…..Close to what?
.gif, not .g
You’re picking on tiny typos??
You know I’m typing with one finger on an 8″ tablet… or sometimes my phone.
Wow, you can have a field day!
Rock out!
(shrug) You asked. I answered.
Huh?
I only asked what you meant… you’d already written your comment, noting the absence of one dot.
Well, I think so, cos you put dots on both.
Unless you mean a different question? But I can’t see where i asked anything in my first comment.
Oh .. I just saw the one you meant, inside the spoiler. I thought you were talking about when I called the .gif a gif with no dot.
Still a minor typo… an incomplete paste. It happens when you’re trying to type everything with one finger, on a tablet that doesn’t always respond.
It just won’t work without .gif.
Those Russian drones are getting everywhere!
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They aren’t painting the sky as blue this year. Wish you were here.
,
The first use I ever knew for LOL was “little old ladies.”
It was read out loud as L-O-L…. as in, “The Kresges soda fountain is full of LOLs at lunchtime”, or “That LOL can’t see over the steering wheel.”
In my previous career LOL was little old lady.
.,
The labels with no explanation makes it look like we dug holes for them, and left them on the moon
Or where they impacted from orbit…
True… but I was trying to imply something a bit.more sinister…
LOL.
You both sound pretty sinister to me…
Being forcibly ejected from the spacecraft wasn’t sinister enough!
,,
I really like this impressionistic kind of painting.
Looks like the Vancouver I know and love…
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Easy!
They are all cats.
(yes)
Yes.
,.,
I hope that is real.
I hope George kept a copy of the day one paper.
Well somebody did, cos they have this clipping.
So maybe he’ll see himself online!
I searched this image, and found it all over the web, then googled George Brownridge, with the same results….
But not one of the sites I went to had any information about what paper published the originals, or in what country…. or whether the whole thing was a hoax.
,,….
Dont pee!
They have a “spit valve” for that LOL
I’m familiar with “his master’s voice,” but this is ridiculous.
Sounds a little muffled.
It changes when he wags his tail.
My note said “you need to use a mute”, not a mutt!!
My cone of shame is bigger than your cone of shame!
,.
And that’s when the nervous breakdown started…
8:36 in the morning. Someone was late to work.
The young woman walking in the road was on her way to buy lottery tickets. She won.
It almost looks like the pickup was aiming for her and pulled just a little too far right. Makes you wonder if it was a lover’s quarrel taken to the max.
Anybody who did that on a busy street full of witnesses would have to be crazy enough to want life in prison.
And as we’ve seen, there are quite a few people out there who are just that crazy! So my scenario isn’t entirely implausible, although I wish it wasn’t.
Too true.
The pup was displeased…
Huskies are funny dogs.
Almost human sometimes.
.
,
Gorgeous horse…. He looks kind of like a Clydesdale or maybe a Percheron, but somehow short, maybe a pony.
So I looked him up…
According to a horse group on Facebook, his name is Splash…. he’s a very good example of a Gypsy Vanner stallion.
I wondered about the odd name for the breed, so I also looked up Gypsy Vanner. Turns out that’s only one name for them… they were originally bred by British Romani to pull caravans… hence Gypsy Vanner.
But the Romani themselves, and a lot of others, call them Irish cobs, and they’re also called Tinker cobs, which to me is not nice, and Gypsy ponies.
They’re known for those beautiful feathered legs, full manes, and thick tails. Some have long hair on their muzzles.
They can be as short as a pony, but some are big horse size… They’re still called Gypsy ponies, and cobs, which also means a short horse, even when they’re tall.
To be seen live tomorrow:
https://www.wiesn.tv/livecams/
Starting at 10:45 AM CEST.
That’s 4:45 AM in New York…
Those beautiful horses are usually (as they are called in English anyway) South German Coldbloods.
I think they’re a bit smaller than Clydesdales, but bigger than Gypsy Cobs (which have Clydesdale in their lineage). What I’m told is that the smaller breeds have better maneuverability, though they’re still very big horses.
They probably all have some of the same stock if you go back far enough…. and I don’t mean all the way back to Eohippus.
…
Unfortunately I’ll be asleep at the time of your link.
You’ve probably seen that in the US, Budweiser uses a team of huge Clydesdales pulling a similar wagon in their advertising.
They make live appearances at various parades and festivals. They’re gorgeous… but unfortunately even beautiful horses can’t turn that
swill…um... tan liquid into actual beer.I’ve never been much of a drinker, and now I’m not supposed to have more than a few sips.. But I’d take German beer over American any day.
No question the run-of-the-mill German brew is an unbridgeable distance from the run-of-the-mill US .. beverage. But at least it is now possible to find, around the country, micro-breweries that produce select styles of beer and ale that are the equal of the best in Europe. Not that you can get a great example of every style everywhere, but you never know when you might run into one.
As always, those near-sighted lovers make my day.
Gosh… Strega’s post reminded me… I forgot to say..
I love the apple-owl!
I can’t believe I never noticed that.
Of course they’re not all going to make owls… And some will have 5 eyes, or none… still a cool thing to look for.
My first grade teacher was thinning out her classroom bookshelves., and let us each take one.. I chose one I didn’t realize was very old, with wonderful stories.
One was about a young apple tree that yearned for a star. A fairy came and promised her that one day she’d bring one. But when the fairy finally returned with her star, the tree was grown up. She told the fairy to give the star to her children.
And that’s why when you cut an apple crosswise, it has a star inside!
I love to tell that story to children, and show them. Maybe I can show them an apple owl, too… if I ever get the chance.
….
BTW, when I was a kid I was always being told not to play with my food. I still don’t get it. Nothing wrong with playing with your food, as long as you’re not wasting it, or making a disgusting mess.
Mama flies the spoon airplane of cereal to the toddler’s mouth, feeds him cookies shaped like teddy bears. Two years later he’s lining up his peas like soldiers, or making road in his mashed potatoes… “Stop playing with your food!”
Well… I’ll play with my food if I want to!
Play with your food, dance on the furniture, run through the kitchen. When I got my own house, all of my parents rules went out the windows. Enjoy your stuff, don’t let it own you.
As an old college friend and roommate put it: “Stop eating your toys!”