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I remember watching an eclipse out in front of my house when I was young. My dad had given us blackened photographic glass plates to view through (not recommended now) and I recall the eerie feeling as the sky darkened while the moon swallowed the sun! The whole neighborhood was out for this as it was quite the event.

On a whim I searched online for information about that eclipse, figuring it was probably 1963 based on my memories of my surroundings, and I found it readily enough! I really love the internet for these things (like that tornado I searched out).

-click the picture to enlarge-

The page I found this on even has a neat animation of what happened that day. The eclipse was 93% at it's maximum magnitude, though people were calling it total anyway.

And it is quite possible that it was overcast that day, and that what I really saw was the grey sky grow darker... a weather history search says there was rain and fog at some point. This would fit neatly into the pattern of my finding my views of celestial events somewhat obscured all my life!

To all of you going to watch the 2017 eclipse, may the skies be clear for you!

I can still say "meh, done that..."

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This is more a bookmark than a post. I've been I intrigued with the Three Hares motif since first seeing it many years ago, and today I stumbled upon a lovely posting by someone else-

I've used this motif as an icon, and even painted a large-scale mock up for a stained glass version that never came to be.

From my Flickr account, 2013.
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A fraternity brother from two classes after mine died last week. I didn't visit him in hospice, or attend the viewing Sunday or funeral Monday. Truth be said, I hadn't seen this kid in nearly 40 years and even when he was in the house he and I did not chat it up too much.

Eddie was a great guy, though. He was always upbeat and had an infectious smile. Our paths rarely crossed other than meals or house events, particularly because I was two or three years older than he and we had different majors, and pledge classes tend to hang out among themselves. Regardless, I don't do funerals if I can avoid them now.

Heh, I saw a picture of the brothers from various classes who attended the send off, taken at a local restaurant. What a scary bunch of old men! I had to really rack my brains to figure out who some of them were, as again I had not seen most of these since graduation in 1978. Glad I don't look like that... ;o)

I need to write this all down because I want to remember last night- a dream I dreamt. Even now it is fading more and more. The colors were spot on, the scenery accurate...

I was at the Library, at the side entrance to the Circulation Desk, and I was approached by Eddie, but I could not rationalize what was happening because he was as I recalled him looking in college, young and smiling and easy going, but in the back of my mind I knew otherwise. I kept thinking this is someone else, but he spoke to me by name and all I could stammer was "Eddie?" and he smiled and said he had to be going now. He hugged me as he said this, still smiling, then shouldered a backpack, turned, and was gone.

A visitation? I do not feel guilt over not attending, but maybe he wanted to see me, or have me see him, one more time. Which is why I write this down so it doesn't just vanish like so many other dreams.
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This past weekend I watched In the Heat of the Night, 1967, for maybe the fifth time over the years. There's something that catches me with this flick. There's not an actor I don't like, not a scene that doesn't work, and not a line out of place. I don't know, call me nostalgic, this movie is just a good watch for me.
some spoilers )

This movie is currently available (unitl May 4) on if you subscribe to a provider that includes the TCM channel in its line up.
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Among some papers I came across yesterday when rummaging about here were the original bill of sale for my old truck, and even the card of the salesman who sold it to my mom.

pics, safe )

A quick look online using the VIN gave me insight to the truck's origin. This site decoded the numbers sufficiently enough to tell me where my old friend started his life: the Mahwah Ford Assembly Plant in New Jersey. The plant closed just six years after my truck was created, but there are of course photos here and there online of it. *sigh* What's happened to this country? This page wasn't too bad for imagery.

And Birthers be damned! ;o)
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The Food and Drug Administration wing:

It's fairly recent but I never saw this one before. My wolf fursona son, the smoker, had seen it: no  impact there :o( I love the whole city with its pig inhabitants that they invented for the ad.

Myself I had my first cigarette when I was 4 or 5. Stupid kid, I asked my mom for matches because my bother had raided a house ashtray and we ran out in our experimentation. We would smoke off and on for years. I remember I liked Parliaments with those recessed tips when I was around 9 or 10.

My favorite brand was Winston. I tried them all, but it was the red and white box that got me in the end. Can I blame Hanna-Barbera for this?

I used to watch this show a lot, even in New York (so that was when the show first came out).

I stopped smoking in 1984.

One for the road...

This song
This guy

starter up

Apr. 15th, 2017 03:24 pm
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Thank you, internet, for possibly saving me $100 today!

Background roundabout:

I had a 1978 Ford E150 Econoline cargo van back in the early 80's. I was going to see the USA in it and had done some interior modifications to make it 'camper ready.' That never happened due to a motorcycle mishap in 1982. I kept the van anyway.

If you've had a van you'll know that you can reach parts of the engine from inside the cab by detaching a large plastic cowl. This is also a handy way to access your starter when the Bendix misbehaves and it needs a good whack with a 2x4. I had this problem one winter and when the 2x4 solution got iffier and iffier I finally had to rebuild the starter.

Jump ahead to present day:

My lawn tractor is 12 years old this year. I finally decided it was a good time to put some Sea Foam treatment in the gasoline and also change the oil on Thursday (perfect weather) and went out to the old shed to look it over. It wouldn't start so I put the battery on the charger and spent an hour removing the traction weights from the truck bed. I went back to the tractor and it started up almost immediately! I let it run a bit in order to let the additive run into the carburetor and then shut it down.I decided to do the oil Friday.

Friday the tractor wouldn't start: the starter whirred but it would not engage. I thought about this and thinking maybe the battery or solenoid was on its last legs I decided to put the charger back on and went about changing the sluggishly cold oil anyway. After getting the oil done the tractor still wouldn't start but just whirred. Okay... memories of the van flashed in my head and finding a suitable hunk of 2x6 (I had no smaller wood handy) I gave the starter some encouragement and damned if it didn't engage the flywheel!

Today I went online and looked up starter prices. The cheapest was about $35 with Prime shipping. The highest was an OEM B&S for $71 plus shipping. My next step was to hit YouTube and see what folks said about starter issues. Rebuilding did not seem a viable option but... seeing a starter pulled out and apart gave me incentive to remove the hood, dismantle the blower housing, and have at the now exposed starter assembly with nothing more than silicone lubricant, cleaning rags, and faith.

Suffice it to say that it worked afterwards. Will it work tomorrow, I don't know. For now I didn't have to replace a battery, solenoid, and/or starter thanks to watching other folks discuss these problems, as well as recalling my old van memories.

I don't have any pictures of this project so I give you our concrete bunny among Spring flowers!

...because every post needs at least one picture :o)


Feb. 19th, 2017 02:58 pm
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After finishing taxes today I used my Paint Shop Pro program to browse the files I saved off of my dying portable drive. This was fitting as PSP was my first picture editing software (and a bootleg version it was, in 1997). I'm floored at the information that was on here: my first webpages from both (now defunct) and :o) So many pics! A lot of computer/mouse drawn and even more sketchy stuff. I'm so happy to see these again.

Like this one-

1997- Someone random in chat asked for a picture of a hug. Can't say if they liked this, but I did.

I had a happy half hour just browsing folders. The files range from 1996 to about 2011. I didn't read the text files but concentrated on the draws and other pictures: I'm a visual kind of fur ;o)

I remember drawing these rabbits during my "Franz Marc" period

I love Marc's use of colors and his mysticism and symbolism. I can't touch that, but at the time I was really into blues and yellows in my coloring and painting.

I used to draw randomly on whatever paper was available: I had it bad! I got the idea along the way to bind up pics in like groups, like this little book of deities-

I have to find that booklet again and look at what is included. I think my angus dei is in it along with my St. Luke draws, but maybe it's just some Babylonian stuff (like the water colored calf on the cover).

As I say to myself frequently, I need to get back into this again!


Feb. 8th, 2013 10:37 pm
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 The wind is rushing through the trees, sounding like a freight train. We've a foot or more of snow on the ground, and it just keeps falling. The power has blinked several times so I've run the heat up to an unprecedented 68°F so that in case we lose electricity the house may stay somewhat warm until it is restored. Nemo is, as predicted, a massive storm. Locals compare this to the  "Blizzard of 1978:" I prefer to remember our 1968 blizzard instead as it sounded just like this one does!

In 1968 I had a poetry assignment where we had to assemble anthologies of favorite poets' works. Among my choices was Emerson's The Snow-Storm. It's a pretty piece, and it's where I first encountered the word maugre. I never use the word, but I remember Emerson's farmer on those rare occasions I see it in print. I wish I still had that folder I submitted: I drew a nice picture to go with the poem. 

Maybe I can post some snow pics tomorrow, and catch up on reading friends' journals. That will be after we shovel out the anticipated 24" of snow.
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Last year I posted that I was waiting for my son's return from harm's way on Remembrance Day. He's home in the US now, out of the Service, and attending college. He's one of the lucky. This year I'm just waiting for all our troops to return safely from wherever they are stationed. May their gods watch over them.

Pup Pup is as spooky as ever as the chill breeze ruffles and shifts the flag hanging off the porch in the grey morning gloom. Hopefully the day will clear and my town's parade will have a large turnout.



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I don't adjust to time changes very well. I thought I'd do fine with the clock going back, gaining an extra hour and all, but I'm tired and snappish nonetheless. My out-of-synch patterns include my LJ/DW reading-posting-responding. Been a bad few weeks for that, actually. My sleep pattern is off; thankfully I have the plush to make the nights pleasant. I'm hoping this evens out by Saturday.

I'm wondering, too, if the lyme ever went away. My doctor called today but left no message other than he wanted to discuss my blood test results from last week. I wasn't able to reach him afterwards.

Today I cooked a bit just to fill the void in my afternoon after catching a nap after work (I get out at 1:00 pm). I made brownies, then I put together a quiche and baked a loaf of cornbread for dinner. Part of this cooking was to warm the house.  It's been overcast and drizzly most of the day and the house never got over 61° F (16° C).

Tomorrow is a day off from work, being Armistice day and all. This one is better than the last five as my son is no longer in the Service (not active duty, at least). My heart goes out to all the veterans, and the current participants, and my thanks for their commitments and attention to duty can hardly be enough compared to what they, perhaps you, deserve.

And now I'm going offline for the evening. I'm taking my cranky self upstairs from this cold basement and will probably watch a show and fall asleep in front of the tube... heh, reminds me of that Elton John song Roy Rogers...

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We have two movies available to watch tonight: One is How To Train Your Dragon, the other is the Rankin Bass classic The Mouse on the Mayflower. I think mousie is going to win. I hope I can stay awake through it; I fell asleep watching Salem's Lot last week.

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My first plush received as an adult came from a girlfriend, and was given as a travel companion for a trip I had been planning for a couple of months.  In November, 1981, I was getting ready to go cross-country to see the USA and to visit a friend in California. I had sold my Camaro and bought an E-150 cargo van and had converted it for travel. Short story is that a motorcycle accident ended my plans. I kept the van anyway, and my furry little panda buddy.

About four months later I ended up living with said girlfriend and her dog. We had good times together, and I remember buying her plush critters as gifts on more than one occasion. One day she offered me coffee in a mug adorned with bunnies. It was cute, and I paid only partial attention to the design. On closer inspection, though, I realized what the rabbits were doing (picture below the cut)

The following year I bought a home using money collected from the bike mishap as my down payment (the house was around 32K). My girlfriend moved in with me and we picked up another dog to keep her first one company. It was a nice time, and though I wouldn't call her a furry, she had given me that panda and kept coffee mugs with erotic rabbit designs...

*sigh*  I should have married that girl...

a bit more, plus a picture )
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Seems we're weeding out our video cassettes at work. I'm not sure of the criteria involved, but Children's alone must have gotten rid of forty to fifty the other night. One of my jobs is 'building maintenance,' aka janitor, so that when I'm not IT'ing or working Circulation I'm cleaning or repairing the place. I got to toss these videos out, and that nearly broke my heart...

When the kids were young we'd sit and watch The New Adventures Of Winnie The Pooh together on Saturday mornings, on ABC. The show went from being paired with The Adventures of the Gummi Bears to being shown in its own one hour slot and finally settling into an hour and a half. I think the first one we watched was the one where Tigger loses his stripes and goes on this philosophical ramble about whether he's still a Tigger or not. That was followed by the episode where irresponsible and scatter-brained Pooh loses Christopher Robin's balloon. After that they all blend, but I can recall each one by its title or plot, and loved them all dearly as my then pre-schoolers sat in my lap or sprawled on the floor building Duplo farms and castles while they played on.

*sigh* There must have been ten or fifteen of these Pooh tapes among the weeds, and reading the boxes as I poured them into the waste bin was a mind bender. There was even a Winnie the Pooh Halloween tape there. I started pulling them out and piling them up as a rescue mission, but it was overwhelming between these and other titles calling out to me.

I threw them all away in the end as I just don't have room for more dying media, no matter how much these once meant.

The New Adventures Of Winnie The Pooh theme song

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Quite literally. I was walking next door and decided to follow the deer trod instead of the wide path I've made through the woods. Along the way, looking down, I discovered a plant I've never noticed before growing among the fallen leaves, poison ivy, and wild grasses. An Asiatic Dayflower was peeking out from behind its leaves, its bright blue and yellow shining out from the surrounding greens and browns. I didn't have my camera with me on that trip, but was sure to bring it back for a picture afterward.
pics and descriptions )
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  My trial versions of PSP keep bellying-up 60 days along, so I finally went searching for a different picture editor. I have one 'legal' copy of PSP on this pc, PSP 4.0, but it doesn't open all formats, GIF's included (or excluded). Of the two programs I found that looked pretty good, GIMP and, GIMP was the winner by ease of install. wanted to install the Microsoft .NET Framework 3.5, which didn't bother me too much, except that after 15 minutes it was still idling away at 9%.

I miss my browse-ability that all the PSP versions afforded me, that feature that allowed me to look at all the pictures in a folder as a window of thumbnails (if GIMP has it I can't find it, yet). GIMP does something else, though, that my other programs didn't do: it puts all the files in a viewable list, regardless of extension. Suddenly I'm seeing not just jpg and gif, but here and there an avi, as well as txt files. Tantalizing this is, and I opened notepad to look at some of these old files with names like olddesc.txt and ops.txt, both originally from 1997.

A note of explanation here. I transferred file folders from my elder pc primarily to view and work with the pics that were enclosed therein. I realized there were other files among the photos and drawings, but lost track of them as I mostly viewed the folders in that browse feature in the paint program.

Secondly, I have some things on my elder pc which are, or were, encrypted to prevent casual viewing. Seems some of these came over 'locked' while others... well, others weren't locked, apparently, as I discovered when I opened them ;o)

The olddesc file happened to have my original yiffnet 'description.' Nothing much to see there, except a phrase I used to employ: "Deny Nature and deny yourself; embrace Nature, get a cookie." Other txt files contained some of the dirgiest and most pathetic writings I never published, mostly whining about being feeling deserted by friends and such. Chatroom growing pains written to myself and filed away to ease my mind.

My updated furvey was among the txt's, dated 8-21-99.

And there was HTML in them thar txt's. I use notepad as my exclusive HTML editor, and here and there I found code fragments of old webpages of mine, and others'. Nothing fancy or intricate or involved was there, just little snapshots of 1997 and 1998: faded Polaroids if you will.

If I uncover any files of interest I'll post about them.

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Looking around my basement I'm embarrassed to see the piles of stuff I've collected over the years. These aren't collectibles, per se, but piles of things once dear or those that caught my eye at one time or another and therefore earned the right To Remain.  I try to weed out the mess a couple of times a year, but each attempt only clears the way for more stuff To Remain.

My parents' house is the same, naturally. Their treasures are my treasures, too, as most of what they've kept is near to my heart or still fresh in my mind. My dad has the most wonderful things from his dad, a manual arts teacher and another collector from another generation, and even from great-grandad Emerson, the wheelwright  (picture the clutter in a blacksmith shop, and therein resides some of these heirlooms).

One such item I came across next door is pictured here, the label from a box of photographic plates. It's common enough to have an old box of whatever from whenever laying about in some dusty corner or attic room, but this box (one of three) was in a prominent corner of my dad's workshop. The plates have no real value and are, I imagine, quite fogged by now, 92 years on.

(click picture to see full label)

What I find unique is my grandfather's writing across the label, the little note of when the box was opened and how many plates remained. This may be why my dad kept this relic from his home, a box labeled 11 months before his own birth. Why my grandfather had the box makes me wonder, though: this undoubtedly came from cleaning out his house in New Jersey in 1968, 50 years after the note was scribbled. Maybe they resided in that dusty corner or attic room that was in his home.

Someday I'll photograph the Model T steering wheel that hangs quietly inside of my dad's garage, or maybe the crockery from Gloucester that is home to the mice in the dilapidated shed. What tales these silent objects tell if one can just take a moment to listen. Other treasures are there, but they'll have to wait for another posting.

edited to add song and link
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I watched Once Upon A Forest last night; I don't think I've seen this movie in about ten years. This is where I picked up  'furlings' as a term for my children.

Abigail is drawn with many of the characteristics found in much of the mainstream furry art even to this day. I see this in her eyes and her facial lines mostly.

I still cry over Michelle's condition and her losses.

trivial note: IMDb used to be such a great resource, but now it's so annoying. I had to turn off javascript because the site was so invasive and buggy with all its animated ads. Even was running the same stupid ads and crashing Firefox.

...again, I expect much more out of my free services!

note 2: We watched a host of vhs this week including Mary Poppins, Bedknobs and Broomsticks, Rescuers, Rescuers Down Under, and Oliver and Company. I managed to stay awake for most of them.

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A music CD came across the desk at work Tuesday that I'd not seen in years: Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy, by Elton John. I occasionally find myself humming the title song and wondering whether or not I should investigate the mp3 album (I have the LP). I remember playing the album, and the cassette I made from it, incessantly in the mid-seventies, but I couldn't remember any of the other songs. I checked the disc out to myself and brought it home.

Today I remembered that the CD was in my backpack so I played it in the car coming home from work. I was... disappointed. The title song just didn't sound as sweet as in my memory, and most of the album just didn't register.The only songs that hit home were "Someone Saved My Life Tonight" and "Philadelphia Freedom:" I remember these through an alcohol and drug hazed sophomore year in college, and particularly during my Help Week at my fraternity.

This isn't the only album that has disappointed me years after hearing it. I loved Led Zeppelin and had all their albums up through Physical Graffiti, including 8 track versions. I ripped the first and second albums a couple of years ago, along with Physical Graffiti, and listened to them maybe once each. I may still have "Kashmir" around here somewhere.

There are a few that I do like and have bought the mp3 versions of from Amazon, but generally I don't ever like all the songs and find myself deleting them or just purchasing around them. Rust Never Sleeps was an album I wanted for years but was unable to buy off of Amazon. I found it the other night and after doing all the previews I only bought "Powderfinger" and "Hey Hey, My My (Out of the Black)."

At least with mp3's it's easier to work with the songs you want to keep. It really sucked using the cassette player to make up 'playlists.'

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Any thoughts on what the caption under this picture relates to? If it's a political issue it certainly escapes me. The drawing is by Henry Harmony and I found it pressed in a book from my grandparents' things. The back of the sheet has parts of an article on the Kaiser, and part of an article on Russian debt in a statement from Alexis Rykoff. Right-click the image and 'view' to see a larger copy.

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