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We were shuffling down the Walk of Stars in Hollywood a few days ago, and I came across these;
Mister Rogers and… Sarah Silverman? I love them both, but worlds are colliding here. The only connection I can think of, is they both visit the land of make believe.
A tour guide said there were 2600+ stars on these sidewalks, I don’t know if that includes the blank ones. They install them completely randomly.
Consider the case of C. B. Moore, Optometrist. WHY did he not take the GOLDEN opportunity to hang out his shingle as
C MOORE OPTOMETRIST
“See more with C. Moore”
at the bottom of his calling cards? Did he think it was beneath him?
I was going through some stuff in the garage, and I found this McNeilus garbage truck coloring book.
What happened was, when I was working ordering parts for a Waste Management repair garage, I had recently been laid off from an airplane factory (guess where!)
So when someone needed parts, I would absentmindedly ask, “What airplane is this for?” instead of the truck number. Word got around, and the administrative lady that worked up in the office dug around and found this coloring book to help me remember. (Waste Management people are the best, always improving things and solving problems.)
I never colored in it though. It was to cool to ruin that way, I didn’t have a “Waste Management Green*” crayon, and oh yeah, I’m a grown-ass man.
*They do make “Waste Management Green” spray paint- it’s to cover up graffiti on dumpsters.
From the Asheville Post Card Company, an easy way to send a postcard… Just check the appropriate box(es) on the front, and on the other side write… “See front. Love, Uncle Marvin” (Replace with your own name, of course)
It could use some more options, and who wants to write home to say they are eating like a jackass? Or is that a horse? I guess you can flesh out the details on the stamp side, like normal people.
This broken Virgin Mary appeared years ago at “Petey’s Pond” (So dubbed after the dog I had when we discovered it). Someone put her back together as best they could, and she has greeted visitors and attracted other artifacts, such as this red candle holder. I only wish she would use her influence to keep dogs from pooping in the middle of the trail.
We decided to fly the coop yesterday, driving around in Mount Vernon, walk the dog, look for Geocaches, etc.
Didn’t have a lot of luck with the caches, this is one that we had looked for in passing a few months ago, but the dog was too crazy that day- If only someone had looked UP, we would have found it that day; The aptly named “Feather My Nest” cache. But we found it this time, thanks to a comment in the cache notes about looking up.
I wish they were all that easy, we don’t like “clever” hides, One time we were looking for what was supposed to be an ammo can, turned out to be a little (GI Joe?) toy ammo can, under some weeds. Droll, very droll.
My daughter likes to keep track of appointments and whatnot on this magnetic calendar board. She regularly goes to a day program with the initials WP – Since I could not fit the whole name on this fridge magnet I 3d printed for her, I used the initials. She goes 9 or 10 times a month so I will print a handful of them when I perfect it, or at least reduce the hideousness factor.
This baby-poop brown was not the filament color I thought I had ordered, but it’s good for experiments. I will swap it back to white. The brown makes for an ugly, ugly, magnet. The magnet sheet glued to the back holds well anyway.
It should be a lot better when I use the white, make it round, and a little smaller and thinner. The letters have to protrude some so I can color them with a magic marker, as I don’t know how to make a two-tone print yet. Stay tuned!
I was enjoying a fine hamburger and Coke meal at Don’s in Marysville until Teresa pointed out the Treeranosaurus Rex behind the gas station.
Recently I had to peel back the chain link fence so I could get on the other side and clear out some trash and branches that were pushing against the fence. We’re installing those tacky fence slats, they don’t completely hide the vines but it’s better than it was.
Unfortunately, when I was done, the chain link wouldn’t stretch back to where it bolts to the post. I looked for some kind of small come-along, but wound up with this.
Well, it didn’t say you COULDN’T use it for that. In fact, they are “PERFECT FOR A VARIETY OF USES”. It worked, but maybe bent the chain link a little in a few places, and I had a heck of a time getting them to release. Hey, it worked, and I didn’t get injured.
My dad bought this model GE radio for my mom, I think for their anniversary? They were listening to it at the breakfast table, it woke me up so I got the treat of having a pre-dawn bacon and egg breakfast with my parents. This was much better than fighting over the Quisp or Cap’n Crunch when all the other Everett brats were up.
I think it was 1967 because they were playing “Ode to Billy Joe”, so I was 7. I don’t know when the radio made the transition from the kitchen nook to the garage, sadly I have inherited it (It was in the back of a closet and hardly plays, I guess dad didn’t have the heart to chuck it, sentimental reasons.)
They make a rebuild kit to make it play AM good as new, and a kit to make it function as a bluetooth speaker; but the handle is broken. I have no idea how a double stitched leather strap breaks right across the top, but this one did. There is also paint on the case but I could clean that off. They made this model for years so maybe I could find a good one for parts. Stay, uh, tuned.