Here we go, the start of a much needed four day weekend. I realized late last night that my pie plates are down in Albany. D'oh! I eventually found a grocery store with disposable pie plates, phew. Now it's pushing 8 and I still need to get started. The wine has been opened and Mr. Val has volunteered to help. Wish us luck!
How about a bit of music to get us started?
...I would invite every one of my handsome, adorable, clever neighbors to my apartment for Thanksgiving dinner.
If I could, I would expand my list of invitees, like a sparkling balloon, to include parents, children and all manner of pets. How I would love to be introduced to them all.
If I could, I would alter the design of my dinner table into something Dr. Seuss or Lewis Carroll might design - curving into space, higher and higher - until it had lengthened sufficiently so that every one of you could find a place.
If I could, I would alter the space continuum so that my kitchen would be BIG ENOUGH to accommodate the positively epic, Edwardian dinner I would plan for you.
If I could, I would alter the time continuum so that my far-flung precious ones would be able to find their way to the Aubrey domicile with ease and economy. And yet still be able to travel first-class.
If I could, I would place a glass of flower-like, art nouveau proportions at each place setting. It would be full of champagne, and glittering at the bottom would be either a diamond bracelet, or a brace of diamond cufflinks. They are for you.
If I could, I would arrange the champagne toasts thusly: they would not be to your hostess, to your family, or to your loved ones. You would not toast this innocent North American holiday. You would, instead, toast yourselves.
Because words fail me.
Happy Thanksgiving, all.
I texted my sister to ask, and she said they'd just got there at about 2:30. I'll stop by on my way home.
No doubt, mother is still in full-blown freakout mode. She's been in a tail-winding spin since dad signed his release papers on Monday.
My poor sister is staying with them for a few days, since she's not working at the moment and can be with dad all day. But I know mother is going to drive her stark, raving bonkers. She was totally stressed last night, and that's just from spending half a day with mother. Living at their house again? Lord...
But she needs to be there, to fend mother off. Mom is obsessed with dad not being an invalid (and not being old, even though his 82 birthday is less than two weeks ago). She keeps cornering us to whisper that "we need to help daddy keep his spirits up."
Well daddy wouldn't need his spirits kept up if mother would chill out and quit harping about everything.
And he'll recover a lot faster if she'll STFU and let him use the walker and toilet booster and oxygen tank in peace until he's feeling better.
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Here's some Arizona Turkey action for everyone, created especially for you by the Arizona Game & Fish Department.
I'll be baking pies in the morning and then it's off to the Annual Geographical Orphan Thanksgiving Celebration & Drunkfest.
Love and hugs to you all!
Can you believe I'm posting this early in the day? It's b/c I may be hanging with friends later on.
Here are some photos of what went on last night at Chez LT.
The "Simon's Cat" book was delivered and Tuxboy was not about to give up his sprawls on my lap for me to read it.
I came across an appropriate page for both TK and lauowolf's NikitaKitten (embiggen to see comics):
Tortie had been on the couch before TK hopped up. Since we didn't stop him, and he's just too icky to deal with, she gave us all this:
And there's your average Tuesday night at our house.
remember: if you is not overeating, you iz doing it rong.
we'll be heading out to the hinterlands ( hinterlands = dial-up connection) here in a bit, so see ya when we get back to the land of plenty and DSL.
this is what I'm hoping for:
I'm hoping it for y'all too.
Well VOX managed to kill my post so lets try this again.
The Digital Equipment Corporation VT240 terminal was the monochrome graphics capable version of the VT2xx series terminals. The VT241 was the color version. Both were the same base unit, just one shipped with a monochrome monitor and the other shipped with a color monitor. They support ReGIS and Tektronics graphics. ReGIS being the DEC graphics format which was also supported on the earlier VT125 and GIGI terminals. I spent the morning trying to find a file to display. But couldn't. But maybe I will create one later.
The VT240 consisted of a base unit, a keyboard such as the LK201 and a monitor such as the VR201. It actually used a stripped down PDP-11 processor (T-11). Thus you could use a terminal with a PDP-11 processor to connect to a PDP-11 with well a PDP-11 processor. The VT220 used an Intel processor as its main cpu.
On the rear of the base unit you have the RS232 communications port, an 20 mA current loop port, a composite video output on a BNC connector, a video output port on a DB15 connector with monochrome and color along with power, a printer port and the keyboard port.
Once were warriors is a New Zealand movie, notable among other things for the number of Maori people involved in its production - the director, Lee Tamahori, the entire cast. the movie was very successful in New Zealand and got recognition around the world.
based on the 1980 novel of the same name, Once... narrates the struggles of a family living in Auckland. not quite living in poverty but getting there, the father, Jake Haka, has lost his job and spends most days and nights drinking at the pub. his wife, Beth, is the usual victim of Jake's rages. each of the children is getting lost in their own way. it takes a series of incidents, up to a tragic one, for Beth to finally decide to leave Jake and take the children back with her to the Maori village she's from.
the movie is remarkable for its representation of the violence in the Haka household, the alienation of the Maori from the majority white society, the efforts of some to use traditional Maori history and customs to instill pride and responsibility on the young men.
trailer
Jake, Jake the Muss
One hundred years ago today the fastest pacing race horse of the day, DAN PATCH, ran his last race. Dan was fleet footed and quick as hell. You can watch his story - The Great Dan Patch at the Internet Archive.
Learn more about Dan at the Dan Patch Historical Society.
