My brothers and I, when growing up, would regularly watch the TV version of "Batman" (c. 1966) and when the show opened, we would pose in front of the picture tube and swing our arms to match the "pow!" "bif!" "blap!" and other "sock it to them" that sent the villains flying.
My older brother, it seems, spoke of watching the show while at school, and somehow, got the impression that Batman, lived in a town called Pottstown, PA - about 20 miles up the road from us.
One day, while we lined up in front of the TV to do our "pows!" he proudly announced to my younger brother and I, that "Batman lives in Pottstown!" I don't recall our response at the time, but today, we still greet each other with "Hey! Batman lives in Pottstown!"
Imagine our surprise, when after Thanksgiving dinner, we decided to ask Mr. Google where Batman lived.
In just milliseconds, Mr. Google replied, "380 South San Rafael Avenue, Pasadena, California." And sure enough, appraised at $11,377,778 - Stately Wayne Manor with its 10 bedrooms, 6 baths and 16,599 sq ft space (which may or may not count the Batcave) appeared.
My older brother searched the "backyard" for signs of the Batcave exit - and is not convinced that "this is the place." Nor does he believe that the Gotham City Police Headquarters is in the Warner Brother's Studio back lot.
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Monday, November 30, 2015
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
It's Been A Busy While
After moving the office and doing a lot of de-cluttering, my parents asked me to do more of the same at their place. I have now spent hours with sorting through years of accumulated (to be nice, let's call it) "stuff." One of the consequences of the office move was relocating a lot of my father's business stuff that was stored in the office where we had plenty of room.
All of it was moved to my parent's house and into their basement. Their basement wasn't fit for even mice, being dark and clammy. So the first order of business was to install a lot of overhead lighting and then, once they could see the sorry state of things, I was asked to paint all the walls white along painting the cellar steps. 10 gallons of white paint and 2 gallons of grey paint later, the cellar is much brighter. Then de-cluttering took place with me being able to see what I was looking at!
This lead to me being asked to paint their dining room, then their living room, and then their bedroom, a couple hallways, and bathroom. I even hung some wallpaper (borders.) All this done, they asked me to do some painting down the shore. I have painted and de-cluttered until I have dropped. And there is still more to do. The last bit of painting was their garden shed as you can see in flickr (on the right.)
This is a murky shot of the house down the shore's attic. I removed an entire dumpster worth of "stuff". The attic had never been emptied even by the guy my folks bought the place from. The previous owner was a depression-era child - so he hoarded old rusty nails, scraps of wood, old ripped out electrical wire, half-used paneling, odds and ends of dry wall, you name it. I even found two old bathroom mirror cabinets - apparently obtained at a garage sale for $2 each and left upstairs for that "some day project." That some day never came.
Wondering about what had become of the previous owner, I located one of his sons on the Internet and we exchanged a number of "catching up" emails. They were family friends of my parents - time just caused us to drift apart. Sadly, the old-timer has passed away, after a slow decline from Alzheimer's Disease. He taught me a bunch of things about boats, being an ex-Navy man that served in WWII.
Elsewhere's down the shore, people are still recovering from the aftermath of "Super-Storm Sandy" and work continues with many seashore cottages being "jacked up" so that the next flooding shouldn't be so harmful. Just watch the first step as you leave the house!
One of the low-lying houses that I spent some hours of my boyhood in is no longer there. The lot was cleared this past month. The memories of happy times enjoyed at the shore haven't been cleared from my head - but the place died a little - it just isn't the same without both the people and the places that used to be there.
As some of you know, me and my two brothers were called the "Three K's" when growing up since we all have names starting with "K". So I found the name of this boat to be of humorous interest. I sent the phone-photo to my brothers when I saw it. :) The "Two K's." My brothers are still arguing over which of us would be the missing "K" continuing with this morning's go-round about someone being a "Special K."
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Monday, March 16, 2015
The Office Move Is Over
The old office a couple days before settlement was nearly empty. The day before settlement, we got 10 inches of snow. Fortunately, I had spent the weekend prior to that moving the remaining "big and heavy" items! I was and am also tremendously grateful for the kindness of the one of the old office neighbors that helped clear the snow from the parking lot and walkways on the day of settlement - making the "walk through" go very smoothly. He is a gem and a real gentleman.
The books all moved, weeded out, sorted and arranged on shelves.
The provisioning of the phones and Internet services went smoothly even though there was 5 inches of muddy slushy snow on the ground. Verizon gets an A+ for this.
The servers were in a rack but the rack was too tall to fit on in this room (being 8 feet 4 inches tall. So I placed the servers on a mobile cart. I think this arrangement actually works better since I can push the cart away from the wall to get at the wiring behind the servers.
The new phone lines (voice and fax) went in seamlessly, and the new Internet connection was quickly "configured" for the new IP addresses.
One of the moving days was hampered by a 1/4 inch glaze of "black ice". Oh joy! No injuries to man or cargo occurred though.
After the "sorting through" all the all stuff, I actually ended up with a bunch of empty shelves. No fear, we will fill them soon! I raised the painting about 8 inches - and hung a lot of the other "artwork" so the new office seems more comfortable. The blue lighted gizmos on top are routers and computer backup devices.
UPS (Uninterrupted Power Supplies) getting tested - the last time I tested some of them was 2007. 4 of the 5 still work properly. These things have lead batteries in them and weight 20-30 pounds each and are a pain to move!
There are still some odds and ends to "find a home" for and some sorting, sifting and (hopefully throwing away) to do - mostly my unorganized brother's "stuff."
Friday, November 7, 2014
The advance of technology is relentless...
Yesterday, I started testing and learning Windows 10.
I know some of you were daunted by moving away from Windows XP. Windows Vista is on Microsoft's hit list now.
Microsoft decided to skip the name "Windows 9" since there apparently is some old code written that checks the version of Windows by seeing if the number starts with "9" (i.e., Windows 95 and Windows 98) and this might cause problems here and there. So they skipped "9" and went directly to "10."
Below is a preview screen. I would characterize Windows 10 as a mash up between Windows 7 and Windows 8. Click the photo to "enbiggen."
I'm both underwhelmed (by Windows 10) and overwhelmed (by the ceaseless change).
I know some of you were daunted by moving away from Windows XP. Windows Vista is on Microsoft's hit list now.
Microsoft decided to skip the name "Windows 9" since there apparently is some old code written that checks the version of Windows by seeing if the number starts with "9" (i.e., Windows 95 and Windows 98) and this might cause problems here and there. So they skipped "9" and went directly to "10."
Below is a preview screen. I would characterize Windows 10 as a mash up between Windows 7 and Windows 8. Click the photo to "enbiggen."
I'm both underwhelmed (by Windows 10) and overwhelmed (by the ceaseless change).
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Thursday, April 10, 2014
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Umm... Huh?
Usually, junk mail never enters my house, it goes into the trash can, but this morning I was late, so I took it to work with me. My brother saw my forehead wrinkle when I saw this ad in one of the ad circulars.

He looked at me and asked, "Why the funny face? Oh! I know, it's because the coupon (he made air quotes) expires, right?"
I replied, "No. Its the thought that I should buy my loved ones..."

"...one of these for Christmas."
He looked at the ad and then laughed.
Later on that day, when he was leaving, I asked him, "What sort of stone do you want?"
"Rose-colored Granite," he replied. And then added, "And Iggy, don't ask any of your lady-friends that question, Ok?"
I looked confused and he helped me out, saying "What sort of stone do you want? Like in engagement ring?"
It has been a slow day in land of odd...

He looked at me and asked, "Why the funny face? Oh! I know, it's because the coupon (he made air quotes) expires, right?"
I replied, "No. Its the thought that I should buy my loved ones..."

"...one of these for Christmas."
He looked at the ad and then laughed.
Later on that day, when he was leaving, I asked him, "What sort of stone do you want?"
"Rose-colored Granite," he replied. And then added, "And Iggy, don't ask any of your lady-friends that question, Ok?"
I looked confused and he helped me out, saying "What sort of stone do you want? Like in engagement ring?"
It has been a slow day in land of odd...
Monday, October 3, 2011
Went Away...
...for the weekend - just to get away. I didn't care if it rained, or if it was cold, I justed wanted to be somewhere else. So I went down to the houseboat even though it wasn't nice enough for swim or go boating.
On my way home, I saw this huge chicken in Galena, Maryland. It stands out front of an antique shop and is for sale. I thought about a friend who had chickens that I've not heard from in a while, Marmite Toasty. I pulled over and went inside the store to check out "Super Chicken".
The price? Well, you know that old saying, "If you have to ask...?"

When I downloaded the picture to share with you - I noticed another picture in the small lot that I had taken - and I instantly put the two pictures together and wondered...

...just how big those chicken necks* were!
*Chicken necks are used by the local blue claw crabbers to bait their traps.
On my way home, I saw this huge chicken in Galena, Maryland. It stands out front of an antique shop and is for sale. I thought about a friend who had chickens that I've not heard from in a while, Marmite Toasty. I pulled over and went inside the store to check out "Super Chicken".
The price? Well, you know that old saying, "If you have to ask...?"

When I downloaded the picture to share with you - I noticed another picture in the small lot that I had taken - and I instantly put the two pictures together and wondered...

...just how big those chicken necks* were!
*Chicken necks are used by the local blue claw crabbers to bait their traps.
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Saturday, January 15, 2011
When People Get Bored...

A northern Michigan woman put a novel touch on Leonardo da Vinci's The Last Supper by making a replica out of laundry lint. (Anthony Scipio/Ripley Entertainment Inc.)
Laura Bell of Roscommon collected lint from her dryer and fashioned it into a 4.3-metre-by-1.2-metre (14 feet by 4 feet) reproduction of the Italian Renaissance painter's masterpiece.
Bell says she needed about 800 hours to do enough laundry to get the lint, and 200 hours to recreate the mural. Her artwork has caught the eye of Ripley's Believe It or Not! The company plans to put it on display at one of its museums.
“For some people, it’s a very spiritual experience,” said Bell. “Others are simply amazed at what someone could do with basic laundry lint.” Ripley's said it also has Last Supper replicas on a grain of rice, a dime and burned toast.
- Source -
Hmm... What great masterpiece can I make from bits of Orange Cones? I've got time on my hands with the Stupor Bowl weekend coming up.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Nyquil Knee Moan Jah...
After being sick for 11-12 days, I'm sick of being sick! I woke up this morning feeling a wee bit better than I have in a while - and was greeted with 5 or 6 inches of snow to shovel. Oh well... I'm going to shovel... some... in a bit... (hopefully).
I'm sorry I missed saying Happy Birthday to Jeannie and to Dorkys Ramos - a belated "happy! happy!" to you both.
I got a nice card in the mail today - definitely worth climbing over snow drifts in to get to the mail box. Thank you!

While I was under the weather, there were periods of semi-lucidness, where I could do simple things if I tried and focused. That meant staying away from the yummy goodness of the Nyquil bottle.
And when the runny nose and the cold-then-hot flush of fever got tied in with the hacking, raspy cough, I knew it was time to take a sip of the "good stuff" and ease down into the land of the surreal dreams. Pablo Picasso painted Orange cones... Salvidor Dali melted watches hanging on bare tree branches.... seeing talking heads on the television but not comprehending the sounds, endless daytime television repeated over and over... I nodded off once, watching a snow pattern because I had fat fingered the remote and selected a channel that was off the air and dreamt how marvelous that last show had been with the remarkable "hissing noise" sound effects.... and I was rudely awakened when the channel came back to life with the theme from the Three Stooges filling the room... You know the one - the 3 blind mice song... the words go... Larry, Curly, MOE! Larry, Curly, MOE! Nyuck nyuck, nyuck... I saw them hit each other with pies and just rolled over... when I came too once more... hours later, I saw Jack Tripper saying something to Chrissie and Janet about a Roper... groaning... I shut the box off.
I remember vaguely having gone to see Longwood Gardens in a huge crowd one of those days early on... and going to the post office...
I hope to catch up with a lot of reading soon...
I'm sorry I missed saying Happy Birthday to Jeannie and to Dorkys Ramos - a belated "happy! happy!" to you both.
I got a nice card in the mail today - definitely worth climbing over snow drifts in to get to the mail box. Thank you!

While I was under the weather, there were periods of semi-lucidness, where I could do simple things if I tried and focused. That meant staying away from the yummy goodness of the Nyquil bottle.
And when the runny nose and the cold-then-hot flush of fever got tied in with the hacking, raspy cough, I knew it was time to take a sip of the "good stuff" and ease down into the land of the surreal dreams. Pablo Picasso painted Orange cones... Salvidor Dali melted watches hanging on bare tree branches.... seeing talking heads on the television but not comprehending the sounds, endless daytime television repeated over and over... I nodded off once, watching a snow pattern because I had fat fingered the remote and selected a channel that was off the air and dreamt how marvelous that last show had been with the remarkable "hissing noise" sound effects.... and I was rudely awakened when the channel came back to life with the theme from the Three Stooges filling the room... You know the one - the 3 blind mice song... the words go... Larry, Curly, MOE! Larry, Curly, MOE! Nyuck nyuck, nyuck... I saw them hit each other with pies and just rolled over... when I came too once more... hours later, I saw Jack Tripper saying something to Chrissie and Janet about a Roper... groaning... I shut the box off.
I remember vaguely having gone to see Longwood Gardens in a huge crowd one of those days early on... and going to the post office...
I hope to catch up with a lot of reading soon...
Thursday, July 8, 2010
SpongeCates
Ever wonder what Spongebob Squarepant's babies would look like?

...imagine him and Phoebe Cates?

Oh my.... I umm.. I... oh.. what was I saying? Oh yeah, imagine Spongebob getting *this* lucky...
Well, if you go to Make Me Babies (it's free!) you can select their celebrity headshots (Johnny Depp and Britney Spears for starters) and/or upload your own photo(s) and find out what their baby might look like!

Please say "Hello" to SpongeCates... I must tell you I was rather shocked they had a redhead...
How about Bob Vila...

...and Martha Stewart?

Ewwwwwwwwwwww... I even tried...

Michael Jackson...

...and Marilyn Manson.

Baffling huh?

...imagine him and Phoebe Cates?

Oh my.... I umm.. I... oh.. what was I saying? Oh yeah, imagine Spongebob getting *this* lucky...
Well, if you go to Make Me Babies (it's free!) you can select their celebrity headshots (Johnny Depp and Britney Spears for starters) and/or upload your own photo(s) and find out what their baby might look like!

Please say "Hello" to SpongeCates... I must tell you I was rather shocked they had a redhead...
How about Bob Vila...

...and Martha Stewart?

Ewwwwwwwwwwww... I even tried...

Michael Jackson...

...and Marilyn Manson.

Baffling huh?
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Instant Broadway Classics...
Joan, over at Teaching isn't for wimps, and Alice Kay's daughter, Karen have both gotten a bad case of the orange cone shutterbugitis. It's like the common cold... there is no cure for it (yet) ... but after making you miserable for a little while, it goes away, maybe, well, sometimes...
Today, I was walking around Lake Nockamixon on some muddy trails in the warm, sticky humidity (I'm building up to "I was feverish") when an old memory came to my mind.
My older brother was in a school production of Oliver Twist when he was a youngster. Each day, he would rehearse his song as one of the poor orphans starving away in the sweatshop in the opening scene. Just before dinner time, he would bring the serving bowls with food to the table singing, "Food! Glorious Food!" I remember the school production was a smash hit, it was so well done, people talked about it for weeks and both my brothers and I sang it at dinner time for months. Someday, I'll ask my Mom what she thought of that.
Anyway, I started humming the song...thinking about Karen's pictures...

The main and nearly only road Karen's neighborhood is being widened - causing 20 minute trips to take 40 or more minutes.
Is it worth the waiting for?
If we live 'til eighty four
All we ever get are bar...rels!
Ev'ry day we say our prayer --
Will they change the orange glare?
Still we get the same old bar...rels!
There is not a stripe, not a rim can we find,
Can we beg, can we borrow, or cadge,
But there's nothing to stop us from getting a thrill
When we all close our eyes and imag...ine...

Karen tells me she thinks this orange cone dude is off the side of the road urinating. I think she has a workable hypothesis. :)
Cones, glorious cones!
Hot asphalt and road blocks!
While we're full of moans
Cold, smelly old sweatsocks!
Deep holes and rough pavement joys!
What next is the question?
Highway drivers have it, boys --
Road con-gestion!
Cones, glorious cones!
We're anxious to film them.
Three snapshots a day --
Our favorite mayhem!

Sleeping on the job? Falling over drunk? A workcone's compensation case? We will never know...
Just picture a great tall stack --
Green, blackened or orange
Oh, cones,
Wonderful cones,
Marvelous cones,
Glorious cones...
Cones, glorious cones!
What is there more handsome?
Scraped, mangled or flattened --
Still worth a king's ransom
What is it we dream about?
What brings on a sigh?
Piled conies with stripes, about
Six feet high!

Karen thinks this cone got a lawnmower haircut. I hated to tell her it was a conetip lobotomy.
Cones, glorious cones!
Neat stripes glow from headlights…
Just set up your flash
Do take pictures at nights
Strengthen the shutter finger!
In this interlude --
The cones,
Once again, cones
Fabulous cones,
Glorious cones...
Cones, glorious cones!
Don't care what they look like --
Burned!
Bent over!
Faded!
Get out the motor bike…
Just seeing our conic tat --
Our senses go reeling
One moment of knowing that
Or-ange feeling!

Karen says these dudes were waiting for a basketball - and that she should have got the backboard and net in the shot. I had to forgive her. As a newbie cone photographer, I'm sure she was simply too excited to properly frame the shot.
Cones, glorious cones!
What wouldn't we give for
That extra bit more --
That's all that we live for
Why should we be fated to
Do nothing but drone
On cones,
Magical cones,
Wonderful cones!
Marvelous cones!
Fabulous cones!
Beautiful cones,
Glor-reee-ous… cones!
Thank you, photojournalist Karen for all of these pictures!
Today, I was walking around Lake Nockamixon on some muddy trails in the warm, sticky humidity (I'm building up to "I was feverish") when an old memory came to my mind.
My older brother was in a school production of Oliver Twist when he was a youngster. Each day, he would rehearse his song as one of the poor orphans starving away in the sweatshop in the opening scene. Just before dinner time, he would bring the serving bowls with food to the table singing, "Food! Glorious Food!" I remember the school production was a smash hit, it was so well done, people talked about it for weeks and both my brothers and I sang it at dinner time for months. Someday, I'll ask my Mom what she thought of that.
Anyway, I started humming the song...thinking about Karen's pictures...

The main and nearly only road Karen's neighborhood is being widened - causing 20 minute trips to take 40 or more minutes.
If we live 'til eighty four
All we ever get are bar...rels!
Ev'ry day we say our prayer --
Will they change the orange glare?
Still we get the same old bar...rels!
There is not a stripe, not a rim can we find,
Can we beg, can we borrow, or cadge,
But there's nothing to stop us from getting a thrill
When we all close our eyes and imag...ine...

Karen tells me she thinks this orange cone dude is off the side of the road urinating. I think she has a workable hypothesis. :)
Hot asphalt and road blocks!
While we're full of moans
Cold, smelly old sweatsocks!
Deep holes and rough pavement joys!
What next is the question?
Highway drivers have it, boys --
Road con-gestion!
Cones, glorious cones!
We're anxious to film them.
Three snapshots a day --
Our favorite mayhem!

Sleeping on the job? Falling over drunk? A workcone's compensation case? We will never know...
Green, blackened or orange
Oh, cones,
Wonderful cones,
Marvelous cones,
Glorious cones...
Cones, glorious cones!
What is there more handsome?
Scraped, mangled or flattened --
Still worth a king's ransom
What is it we dream about?
What brings on a sigh?
Piled conies with stripes, about
Six feet high!

Karen thinks this cone got a lawnmower haircut. I hated to tell her it was a conetip lobotomy.
Neat stripes glow from headlights…
Just set up your flash
Do take pictures at nights
Strengthen the shutter finger!
In this interlude --
The cones,
Once again, cones
Fabulous cones,
Glorious cones...
Cones, glorious cones!
Don't care what they look like --
Burned!
Bent over!
Faded!
Get out the motor bike…
Just seeing our conic tat --
Our senses go reeling
One moment of knowing that
Or-ange feeling!

Karen says these dudes were waiting for a basketball - and that she should have got the backboard and net in the shot. I had to forgive her. As a newbie cone photographer, I'm sure she was simply too excited to properly frame the shot.
What wouldn't we give for
That extra bit more --
That's all that we live for
Why should we be fated to
Do nothing but drone
On cones,
Magical cones,
Wonderful cones!
Marvelous cones!
Fabulous cones!
Beautiful cones,
Glor-reee-ous… cones!
Thank you, photojournalist Karen for all of these pictures!
Thursday, April 8, 2010
The Things People Do...
On the third flight of the U.S. Air Force's "Project Excelsior", USAF Colonel Joe Kittinger (ret.) jumped into the record books.

On August 16, 1960, a helium ballon, The Excelsior III climbed to 102,800 feet (19.5 miles or 31,333 meters) over New Mexico, and Joe Kittinger leaped out.
On his descent, Kittinger freefell at speeds up to 614 miles per hour, approaching the speed of sound without the protection of an aircraft or space vehicle and experiencing temperatures as low as minus 94 degrees Fahrenheit (minus 70 degrees Celsius). He was in freefall for 4.5 minutes before he opened his parachute at 18,000 feet.
Those handy with a calculator will note he travelled an average of 214.13 mph as he fell through the (lack of) Earth's atmosphere.

Sometime this year (2010), Felix Baumgartner, an Austrian skydiver and stuntman, with help from Joe Kittinger, will attempt a freefall from 120,000 feet (more than 22.7 miles) as part of Red Bull's Stratos program.
He aims to break four world records:
1) Speed record as the first human to break the speed of sound in free fall.
2) Attitude record for free fall (120,000 feet)
3) Time record for the longest free fall (approximately five to six minutes, landing about 13 minutes after pulling the rip cord)
4) Attitude record for highest manned ballon flight (120,000 feet)
Joe Kittinger's records have lasted nearly 50 years so far. His record is very safe as far as me breaking it. :)

On August 16, 1960, a helium ballon, The Excelsior III climbed to 102,800 feet (19.5 miles or 31,333 meters) over New Mexico, and Joe Kittinger leaped out.
On his descent, Kittinger freefell at speeds up to 614 miles per hour, approaching the speed of sound without the protection of an aircraft or space vehicle and experiencing temperatures as low as minus 94 degrees Fahrenheit (minus 70 degrees Celsius). He was in freefall for 4.5 minutes before he opened his parachute at 18,000 feet.
Those handy with a calculator will note he travelled an average of 214.13 mph as he fell through the (lack of) Earth's atmosphere.

Sometime this year (2010), Felix Baumgartner, an Austrian skydiver and stuntman, with help from Joe Kittinger, will attempt a freefall from 120,000 feet (more than 22.7 miles) as part of Red Bull's Stratos program.
He aims to break four world records:
1) Speed record as the first human to break the speed of sound in free fall.
2) Attitude record for free fall (120,000 feet)
3) Time record for the longest free fall (approximately five to six minutes, landing about 13 minutes after pulling the rip cord)
4) Attitude record for highest manned ballon flight (120,000 feet)
Joe Kittinger's records have lasted nearly 50 years so far. His record is very safe as far as me breaking it. :)
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Cappy Got A Bath!
As you may recall, I recently adopted a most forlorn looking orange traffic cone named Cappy. He came to me from Yaya in a huge box packed with Styrofoam peanuts. I am happy to report that Cappy is not allergic to syrofoam nor does he have a peanut allergy, either of which would have made my life a lot harder.
Yaya sent a note saying Cappy ought to "clean right up" so I decided to give him a nice hot, sudsy bath and see if I could take some of the filth off of him.

Here is a picture of both of Cappy's parts before he got his bath. I have to wince at those open sores. I told Cappy I would look into what his tattooed EVM stood for - I really hope he wasn't involved in any gang activity.
Thanks to Mr. Google, I now know that EVM stands for "Earned Value Management" which is some sort of fancy-smancy accounting thingy and that the construction industry was an early commercial adopter of it, whatever it is...
The tattoo, however, might stand for Motorized Venting Model which has something to do with automatic skylights but for the life of me - I don't understand how it applies to orange cones...
Ever the optimist, I am hoping EVM is basically harmless but I would really love to know what it means for sure.

Another "before the bath" picture. Judging by the tire tread marks, Cappy was cleanly run over at least three times.
Who could do such a thing? And was it a case of hit and run? Will there ever be a CSI/IggyLand television episode that explains all?

After his long, hot, soaking bath, Cappy stood a little taller and seemed to regain a bit of his dignity and a slight, ever so soft, orange glow.
Not having any dignity of my own, I spent 20 minutes washing the bathtub out afterwards and while I was at, I pondered whether or not orange traffic safety cones were "Dishwasher Safe".
Now before you yell and scream at me for contemplating stuffing Cappy into a tight, confined box with what would be dreadfully noisy, scalding hot jets of water blasting at him, be assured I would sit (stand?) him down and carefully and calmly explain what was going to happen beforehand so he won't panic - and I will be very, very certain to use the "No Heat" dry option.

He really needs another go in the tub with something a little stronger than Johnson and Johnson's baby shampoo. I was fearful of getting caustic soap in his eyes and adding to all that he's suffered already.
Does anyone of you have suggestions for a good powerful, but gentle, cleansing (and most importantly, cheap) soap?
After writing this - I found a can of heavy duty rug spot cleaner. I tried it out and it seems to have worked pretty well - now all I have to do is come down from the high the fumes gave me.

Here is a close-up of Cappy's head before he got his bath.
He seemed to be in good spirits even after soaking in the bathroom sink for nearly 3 hours. In fact, I think I heard him singing that "Mr. Bubbles" song but that made me a little mad since the slogan goes, "Mr. Bubble gets you so clean your mother won't know you" and poor Cappy doesn't have a mother.

A close up of Cappy's head after he got his bath. I spent extra time scrubbing behind his ears (please don't ask).
The Doctor says Cappy's headreattacholectomy (can you say "headreattacholectomy" kids?) should take place really soon, perhaps even during this weekend! Oh, I do hope it all goes well.
-Cappy's proud but nervous Daddy
Yaya sent a note saying Cappy ought to "clean right up" so I decided to give him a nice hot, sudsy bath and see if I could take some of the filth off of him.
Here is a picture of both of Cappy's parts before he got his bath. I have to wince at those open sores. I told Cappy I would look into what his tattooed EVM stood for - I really hope he wasn't involved in any gang activity.
Thanks to Mr. Google, I now know that EVM stands for "Earned Value Management" which is some sort of fancy-smancy accounting thingy and that the construction industry was an early commercial adopter of it, whatever it is...
The tattoo, however, might stand for Motorized Venting Model which has something to do with automatic skylights but for the life of me - I don't understand how it applies to orange cones...
Ever the optimist, I am hoping EVM is basically harmless but I would really love to know what it means for sure.
Another "before the bath" picture. Judging by the tire tread marks, Cappy was cleanly run over at least three times.
Who could do such a thing? And was it a case of hit and run? Will there ever be a CSI/IggyLand television episode that explains all?
After his long, hot, soaking bath, Cappy stood a little taller and seemed to regain a bit of his dignity and a slight, ever so soft, orange glow.
Not having any dignity of my own, I spent 20 minutes washing the bathtub out afterwards and while I was at, I pondered whether or not orange traffic safety cones were "Dishwasher Safe".
Now before you yell and scream at me for contemplating stuffing Cappy into a tight, confined box with what would be dreadfully noisy, scalding hot jets of water blasting at him, be assured I would sit (stand?) him down and carefully and calmly explain what was going to happen beforehand so he won't panic - and I will be very, very certain to use the "No Heat" dry option.
He really needs another go in the tub with something a little stronger than Johnson and Johnson's baby shampoo. I was fearful of getting caustic soap in his eyes and adding to all that he's suffered already.
Does anyone of you have suggestions for a good powerful, but gentle, cleansing (and most importantly, cheap) soap?
After writing this - I found a can of heavy duty rug spot cleaner. I tried it out and it seems to have worked pretty well - now all I have to do is come down from the high the fumes gave me.
Here is a close-up of Cappy's head before he got his bath.
He seemed to be in good spirits even after soaking in the bathroom sink for nearly 3 hours. In fact, I think I heard him singing that "Mr. Bubbles" song but that made me a little mad since the slogan goes, "Mr. Bubble gets you so clean your mother won't know you" and poor Cappy doesn't have a mother.
A close up of Cappy's head after he got his bath. I spent extra time scrubbing behind his ears (please don't ask).
The Doctor says Cappy's headreattacholectomy (can you say "headreattacholectomy" kids?) should take place really soon, perhaps even during this weekend! Oh, I do hope it all goes well.
-Cappy's proud but nervous Daddy
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Worm Gruntin' Festival
As some of you already know, I'm a well travelled guy, having been to almost every one of these United States and several dozen foreign countries too - I've seen a lot of sights.
From empty desert expanses, cities full of 100+ floors of neck crinkin' skyscrapers, to endless vistas of blue wind-swept waters.
From spooky empty ghost towns to bumper-to-bumper cars and people - from the totally ancient like Stonehenge to the sparkling new ... with all things human - the variety is never ending and I'll never be able to truthfully say, "Now I've seen everything!" But... sometimes I have to wonder.
A case in point - Last week while driving around in the "forgotten coast" of Florida, I ventured through a small town that appeared to consist of a single un-traffic-lighted crossroads with a florist, a recording studio, a town hall, an IGA supermarket untouched by modern electronics, and antique store named "Sisters Antiques and Uniques" where I spotted this store front banner:

I had driven by but I just had to stop and go back and see what this was all about.
At the Sisters Antiques and Uniques, an older woman came out to greet me saying, "Hello! y'all like to see those t-shirts?" I looked around me to see just who "y'all" was referring to - and found myself standing there alone.
Feeling slightly foolish, I replied, "Yes, ma'am, I all sure would."
She made an inscrutable face as if to decide if I was worth talking to, but then smiled and escorted me into the antique shop where I learned that she had been adopted at a very young age and when her adopting parents had passed away, she searched for her biological parents and found out at the age of 62 that she had a sister. A sister that subsequently went into the antique business with her - hence the "Sisters Antiques".
In a few short minutes we were chatting like we had known each other for years. She has a highly rated eBay store (here) that shows the kinds of items that she sells in addition to brand-new (non-antique) Worm Gruntin' Festival tee-shirts.
It was from her that I learned that the Annual Worm Gruntin' Festival in Sopchoppy, Florida is held in April every year and that this year's event was the 9th annual festival.
What is Worm Gruntin'? I thought you'd never ask...

Worm grunting is a method of capturing worms in order to use them for bait or putting them in compost piles.
A wooden stake is driven firmly into the ground and vibrated by dragging a piece metal such as a handsaw or leaf spring from an old car across the top of it. These vibrations apparently mimic the sounds of underground predators, such as moles and scare the worms to the surface.
Some people choose to make a living out of worm grunting. Gary and Audrey Revell, who I think are featured in the video below, have used worm grunting as their sole source of family income for over 40 years.
Video
I was offered the chance to do some worm gruntin' in her side yard but I settled for making a new friend and getting a t-shirt. Sopchoppy Florida is a right friendly little town...
:)
From empty desert expanses, cities full of 100+ floors of neck crinkin' skyscrapers, to endless vistas of blue wind-swept waters.
From spooky empty ghost towns to bumper-to-bumper cars and people - from the totally ancient like Stonehenge to the sparkling new ... with all things human - the variety is never ending and I'll never be able to truthfully say, "Now I've seen everything!" But... sometimes I have to wonder.
A case in point - Last week while driving around in the "forgotten coast" of Florida, I ventured through a small town that appeared to consist of a single un-traffic-lighted crossroads with a florist, a recording studio, a town hall, an IGA supermarket untouched by modern electronics, and antique store named "Sisters Antiques and Uniques" where I spotted this store front banner:

I had driven by but I just had to stop and go back and see what this was all about.
At the Sisters Antiques and Uniques, an older woman came out to greet me saying, "Hello! y'all like to see those t-shirts?" I looked around me to see just who "y'all" was referring to - and found myself standing there alone.
Feeling slightly foolish, I replied, "Yes, ma'am, I all sure would."
She made an inscrutable face as if to decide if I was worth talking to, but then smiled and escorted me into the antique shop where I learned that she had been adopted at a very young age and when her adopting parents had passed away, she searched for her biological parents and found out at the age of 62 that she had a sister. A sister that subsequently went into the antique business with her - hence the "Sisters Antiques".
In a few short minutes we were chatting like we had known each other for years. She has a highly rated eBay store (here) that shows the kinds of items that she sells in addition to brand-new (non-antique) Worm Gruntin' Festival tee-shirts.
It was from her that I learned that the Annual Worm Gruntin' Festival in Sopchoppy, Florida is held in April every year and that this year's event was the 9th annual festival.
What is Worm Gruntin'? I thought you'd never ask...
Worm grunting is a method of capturing worms in order to use them for bait or putting them in compost piles.
A wooden stake is driven firmly into the ground and vibrated by dragging a piece metal such as a handsaw or leaf spring from an old car across the top of it. These vibrations apparently mimic the sounds of underground predators, such as moles and scare the worms to the surface.
Some people choose to make a living out of worm grunting. Gary and Audrey Revell, who I think are featured in the video below, have used worm grunting as their sole source of family income for over 40 years.
Video
I was offered the chance to do some worm gruntin' in her side yard but I settled for making a new friend and getting a t-shirt. Sopchoppy Florida is a right friendly little town...
:)
Friday, October 9, 2009
Why "My" Government(s) Disgust Me (R/WP)
(Part 1 of what could be 1,000s)
Yes, I wrote governments plural. During my normal work day, I am affected by Lower Providence Township, Whitpain Township, Upper Gwynedd Township, The Methacton School Board, the Borough of Lansdale, Montgomery County, the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, and the Federal governments. I'm convinced we can survive without at least half of these...
Thank gosh I don't commute to New Jersey or Delaware like many of the residents in my area do, to further compound the ... disgust.
Today, after spending the entire day dealing with various (I counted 14) business taxes, permits, and other "required" items necessary to try to run a business in this state - and not actually getting around to doing anything productive in terms of our economy, I decided to get some fresh air and try to clear my head of the gov-babble-speak by taking a walk.
Not having even driven into the parking lot, I encounter a "Speed Limit - 10 MPH" sign that was never enforced and people ignored it.
The fix?
A couple speed bumps which people now drive in the grass to get around instead of slowing down. Enforcement of the speed limit? Still nil or at least never witnessed in hundreds of hours of walking there. The reason this is even noteworthy is that the Township Police are headquartered in the building adjacent to this parking lot.
I start to walk around the park, noticing the usual amounts of trash, that I pick up along the way, when I encounter this gem denoting the "Ball Park Rules":

Let see now, this is a township sign listing "rules". I see a couple things that are not rules at all, a couple of these so-called "rules" actually contradict each other - and some more unenforced (but refreshingly polite) "rules" which are actually unenforced laws and one is ambiguous to the point of causing headache.
Let's give it a run down. "Ball Park Permit Holders Have Priority" contradicts "Share Field with Others."
I'm sorry but "Players must supply their own bases" and "Sliding into bases may cause injury" are not "rules" at all.
Unenforced are "No spectators in playing area"; I'm not even sure this is a "rule" or if it is really just a suggestion, and the same with "No climbing on backstop or fence". As an aside, there are no fences to be found here.
"Please put trash in receptacles" is an unenforced law.
I've called the Township to no avail to get clarification on "Fields open from dawn to dusk"; my troubles with this are two-fold. When is "dawn" and "dusk"? Did you know there were at least 4 legal definitions of dusk? And more importantly to me, does this mean the entire park is closed, or just the ball field?
No one that actually answers the phone at the Township seems to know - and there is no mention of it at all on the township's "for the public information" website. The only information that seems to be available on-line is how to pay (and how much) to get a largely unnecessary ball field permit.
I have to wonder how these people actually graduated from High School.
Shaking my head, trying unsuccessfully to get the governmental crappola out of it, I continue my walk. A while later I encounter a woman walking the other way in the far field (so named because they are the farthest away from the parking lot) and she is pulling leaves off the trees. I raise an eyebrow, and she laughs and smiles and says, "My little boy needs these for a school project!"
So much for "preserving the green spaces" and the little boy actually maybe even learning something about (I presume) leaves. I won't even go into the fact that 'harming the plants in the park' is against the law. Fifteen minutes later I walk up to the end of the soccer field and see this:

Yes, "No Parking", and four cars very much parked there. While I pause to take this picture, a man in one of the cars in this picture, presumably watching his child learn to play soccer, sees me taking this picture and what does he do?
If you guessed "turn on the parking blinkers", you guessed right! Yes! Those wonderful blinkers make it legal to park anywhere you durn well feel like! Don't they?
Uh...no, I'm sorry I have to be the first to tell you that they don't.
I take a picture of all four "scofflaws" and would call this the "Hall of Shame" except they don't have any shame.



I then head back down the trail to return to my car when the lady with the leaves, remember her? is on her cell phone talking to (I found out a short moment later) the man in one of the illegally parked car. She runs over and yells, "Did you just take a picture of MY car?!?"
I replied, "Yes, I did".
She demands to know why. I begin to tell her, "It is a no parking zone, clearly marked with a sign. I'm going to e-mail it to the Township Police..." I didn't get to finish with "in order to ask why they aren't enforcing a law being broken no more than hundred yards away, right outside their window. And to ask that they remove the signs if they aren't going to bother with enforcing things. I'm especially concerned because it's a situation where 'young impressionable' children are witnessing the blatant disrespect for the law."
No I didn't get anything but "It is a no parking zone, clearly marked with a sign. I'm going to e-mail it to the Township Police..." before I was told:
1) "My husband is sitting in that car!"
To which I said, "And that makes no difference. The car is PARKED."
(Obviously so, since she was wandering around in the woods a half mile away at the time.)
2) "You are an asshole! I'm calling the Police!"
To which I said, "Oh, alright. I'll wait. I won't mind sitting around in the unsupervised Roper Room that calls itself a Traffic Court all day waiting for the case to be heard if you won't mind either."
She (mercifully) was so livid and tongue-tied at this point she stopped calling me an asshole.
I turned my back and walked off. Twenty minutes later I drove out the parking lot and the woman's car was still in the no parking zone.
What I expect will happen with the Township?
Absolutely nothing at all, or perhaps a pile of b*llsh*t that boils down to, "We won't (but phrased "can't") do anything" but it will take them at least 400 words and about 45 minutes of their (taxpayer paid for) time in order to so.
What I expect at least one child will grow up to do?
Park illegally and think that the no parking signs are either meaningless, a foreign language, and/or only apply to someone else, and that putting the parking blinkers means it's okay to park anywhere you want. Not to mention that it's okay, when you get called on it, to call that person an asshole.
Yes, both my school district and local government disgust me.
Yes, I wrote governments plural. During my normal work day, I am affected by Lower Providence Township, Whitpain Township, Upper Gwynedd Township, The Methacton School Board, the Borough of Lansdale, Montgomery County, the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania, and the Federal governments. I'm convinced we can survive without at least half of these...
Thank gosh I don't commute to New Jersey or Delaware like many of the residents in my area do, to further compound the ... disgust.
Today, after spending the entire day dealing with various (I counted 14) business taxes, permits, and other "required" items necessary to try to run a business in this state - and not actually getting around to doing anything productive in terms of our economy, I decided to get some fresh air and try to clear my head of the gov-babble-speak by taking a walk.
Not having even driven into the parking lot, I encounter a "Speed Limit - 10 MPH" sign that was never enforced and people ignored it.
The fix?
A couple speed bumps which people now drive in the grass to get around instead of slowing down. Enforcement of the speed limit? Still nil or at least never witnessed in hundreds of hours of walking there. The reason this is even noteworthy is that the Township Police are headquartered in the building adjacent to this parking lot.
I start to walk around the park, noticing the usual amounts of trash, that I pick up along the way, when I encounter this gem denoting the "Ball Park Rules":

Let see now, this is a township sign listing "rules". I see a couple things that are not rules at all, a couple of these so-called "rules" actually contradict each other - and some more unenforced (but refreshingly polite) "rules" which are actually unenforced laws and one is ambiguous to the point of causing headache.
Let's give it a run down. "Ball Park Permit Holders Have Priority" contradicts "Share Field with Others."
I'm sorry but "Players must supply their own bases" and "Sliding into bases may cause injury" are not "rules" at all.
Unenforced are "No spectators in playing area"; I'm not even sure this is a "rule" or if it is really just a suggestion, and the same with "No climbing on backstop or fence". As an aside, there are no fences to be found here.
"Please put trash in receptacles" is an unenforced law.
I've called the Township to no avail to get clarification on "Fields open from dawn to dusk"; my troubles with this are two-fold. When is "dawn" and "dusk"? Did you know there were at least 4 legal definitions of dusk? And more importantly to me, does this mean the entire park is closed, or just the ball field?
No one that actually answers the phone at the Township seems to know - and there is no mention of it at all on the township's "for the public information" website. The only information that seems to be available on-line is how to pay (and how much) to get a largely unnecessary ball field permit.
I have to wonder how these people actually graduated from High School.
Shaking my head, trying unsuccessfully to get the governmental crappola out of it, I continue my walk. A while later I encounter a woman walking the other way in the far field (so named because they are the farthest away from the parking lot) and she is pulling leaves off the trees. I raise an eyebrow, and she laughs and smiles and says, "My little boy needs these for a school project!"
So much for "preserving the green spaces" and the little boy actually maybe even learning something about (I presume) leaves. I won't even go into the fact that 'harming the plants in the park' is against the law. Fifteen minutes later I walk up to the end of the soccer field and see this:

Yes, "No Parking", and four cars very much parked there. While I pause to take this picture, a man in one of the cars in this picture, presumably watching his child learn to play soccer, sees me taking this picture and what does he do?
If you guessed "turn on the parking blinkers", you guessed right! Yes! Those wonderful blinkers make it legal to park anywhere you durn well feel like! Don't they?
Uh...no, I'm sorry I have to be the first to tell you that they don't.
I take a picture of all four "scofflaws" and would call this the "Hall of Shame" except they don't have any shame.



I then head back down the trail to return to my car when the lady with the leaves, remember her? is on her cell phone talking to (I found out a short moment later) the man in one of the illegally parked car. She runs over and yells, "Did you just take a picture of MY car?!?"
I replied, "Yes, I did".
She demands to know why. I begin to tell her, "It is a no parking zone, clearly marked with a sign. I'm going to e-mail it to the Township Police..." I didn't get to finish with "in order to ask why they aren't enforcing a law being broken no more than hundred yards away, right outside their window. And to ask that they remove the signs if they aren't going to bother with enforcing things. I'm especially concerned because it's a situation where 'young impressionable' children are witnessing the blatant disrespect for the law."
No I didn't get anything but "It is a no parking zone, clearly marked with a sign. I'm going to e-mail it to the Township Police..." before I was told:
1) "My husband is sitting in that car!"
To which I said, "And that makes no difference. The car is PARKED."
(Obviously so, since she was wandering around in the woods a half mile away at the time.)
2) "You are an asshole! I'm calling the Police!"
To which I said, "Oh, alright. I'll wait. I won't mind sitting around in the unsupervised Roper Room that calls itself a Traffic Court all day waiting for the case to be heard if you won't mind either."
She (mercifully) was so livid and tongue-tied at this point she stopped calling me an asshole.
I turned my back and walked off. Twenty minutes later I drove out the parking lot and the woman's car was still in the no parking zone.
What I expect will happen with the Township?
Absolutely nothing at all, or perhaps a pile of b*llsh*t that boils down to, "We won't (but phrased "can't") do anything" but it will take them at least 400 words and about 45 minutes of their (taxpayer paid for) time in order to so.
What I expect at least one child will grow up to do?
Park illegally and think that the no parking signs are either meaningless, a foreign language, and/or only apply to someone else, and that putting the parking blinkers means it's okay to park anywhere you want. Not to mention that it's okay, when you get called on it, to call that person an asshole.
Yes, both my school district and local government disgust me.
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