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A story should have a beginning, a middle and an end – but not necessarily in that order.  –  Jean-Luc Godard

My online friend Patrick, late of the Popehat blog and creator of the hilarious DPRK News parody Twitter account, passed away of longstanding health problems last week.  There is nothing I could say which would express the grief of those who knew him as well as Ken White’s eulogy, so I’ll leave it at that.  I don’t know what sort of music he liked, so I’ll honor his fondness for the weird with this unusual cover of Michael Jackson’s “Billie Jean” (which is still not as strange as the last one).  The video was provided by Mike Siegel, who also supplied “aliens”, and the other links are from Mirriam Zary, Yasmin Nair, Fiona Harrigan, Mark Bennett, C.J. Ciaramella, and Popehat, in that order.

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Diary #638

I’ve become quite fond of our outside cat, Rocky. He was barely more than a kitten when he showed up at Sunset soon after our move was finished in late summer of ’17, and Grace and Chekhov started feeding him, and he’s grown into a healthy, affectionate adult.  The only outside cats I’ve ever had were a few strays which sojourned for a while and then were gone, but Rocky has been around for five years and clearly considers Sunset his territory.  I often see him patrolling around outside or napping in the atrium or outside the front door, and I’ve seen him chase off a black-and-white stray whose territory is south of Sunset.  But it’s as a mouser that he really earns his keep; once a week on average I open the back door in the morning to find he’s left me tribute on the mat, sometimes sans tête, and last week I went out to the new bathroom to work on the shower and found a very dead rat about 1/3 of Rocky’s body mass.  Since these little presents are one of the ways cats express love I’m always careful to praise him and pat his head whenever I find one, however revolting its condition, then I pick it up with a paper towel and toss it into the woods north of the house.  But since it would be appallingly bad taste to publish a picture of one of these little morning surprises even if I had ever taken one (which, as you can probably guess, I have not), here’s a shot of him standing guard atop Chehov’s cottage instead; I’m sure you’ll agree it’s much more appealing.

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I can’t breathe.  –  Nykon Brandon

Not long after I posted another song by Sweet, I visited a friend’s house to find a Sweet playlist coming from her speakers, including this one (which is probably my favorite of their songs).  Every damned link above it was provided by Cop Crisis, which was on quite a roll for a couple of weeks.

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Diary #635

Last Tuesday morning I went down to the kitchen to pour myself another cup of tea, and when I looked out the kitchen window, this was what I saw.  I ran back upstairs, grabbed my phone, then took this through the sliding glass door in my living room; I didn’t dare open the door because it could’ve frightened them.  They grazed for about ten minutes or so, then decided to head out my front gate and down the lane.  Being close to nature is one of the things I like best about living in the country; there’s something beautiful and wholesome about wild animals of all kinds coming up near the house like this, and I always give them space to do whatever it was they came to do.  A few years ago we even had a mama bear and her two cubs come onto the north lawn in search of fallen apples; Grace called he dog in to keep him from enraging mama by barking at her cubs, and after they ate what they wanted they left as peaceably as they had come.  Lots of people like to flap their gums about living in harmony with Nature, but I feel very blessed to have found the opportunity to actually do it.

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I’m gonna blow y’all up.  –  Roxanna Copeland

Most people are mentioning Grease, but I liked her early stuff much better, and always thought it was a career mistake for her to go from “I Honestly Love You” to “Let’s Get Physical”.  The links above the video were provided by Elizabeth N. Brown, Mike Siegel, Tim Cushing, Radley BalkoPopehat, Walter Olson, and Cop Crisis, in that order.

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Diary #632

For most of the year, the weather at Sunset is mild and wet. But in the Dog Days, it’s often quite hot and there isn’t much rain to relieve it.  On Saturday we hit 34o, and on Sunday it got up to 37o and didn’t even start cooling off until about an hour or so before sunset.  As a result, I was pretty much the only warm-blooded creature moving around for most of the day; the residents of the paddock took shelter in the shade provided by the not-yet-complete stable (Cicero is not visible in this picture because he’s on the other side of that wall, lying under a big tree).  And even though I was working, I tried to stick to less-strenuous tasks (and those in the shade), because I can’t handle the heat as well as I used to (and Grace can’t handle it any more at all).  Still, the heat here was neither as severe nor as long-lasting as in a lot of other places this summer, and the forecast for the next two weeks looks like a lot more typical August weather for us (highs in the mid-20s every day).  And it’s a lot easier to endure the heat when I know relief is on the way.

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Bathhouse 74

Since the paddock door is at atrium level (unlike the shop passage I showed y’all last week),  I couldn’t run the roof panels as a continuation of the shop’s roof; as you can see, the top of the door is actually above the edge of the shop roof.  So what I did instead was to make the awning for this ramp (made with the very last leftover roof panels except for small scraps) end at the same level as the edge of the shop roof, so that when I install the gutters (starting after I get home next week) I can simply make a 90o turn onto the edge of the awning, then install a short run with its own downspout for the section under the awning.  I apologize for Rocky’s rather rude posture on the handrail; when I started to snap the picture he was in a much more dignified position, and I didn’t realize he had turned before the snap until much later, after I had installed the screen in the big window area to the right of the door.  You’ll be seeing that and the screen on the northeast wall in two weeks, and soon after that I hope to have some gutter pictures.

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You’re not even trying!  –  cop, to paralyzed man

Here’s another song from my youth that just popped into my head recently.  The band, Sweet, was very popular in the ’70s but for some reason seems to have largely faded from popular memory.  The links above the video were provided by Emma Camp, Jesse Walker (x2), Franklin Harris, Scott Hechinger, Justin Amash, and Clarissa, in that order.

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I can’t breathe.  –  John Elliott Neville

Raymond Scott’s 1937 composition, “Powerhouse”, is best remembered for its extensive use in classic Warner Brothers cartoons, but few know its name or have ever heard it in its entirety, so Maggie is here to fix that for you.  You’re welcome.  The links above it were provided by Cop Crisis, Radley Balko, Fiona Harrigan, Mike Siegel, Popehat, and Marc Randazza, in that order.

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That was stupid.  –  Chase Bebak-Miller, to his victim

Last week, on my way back from Seattle, I listened to the Little Shop of Horrors soundtrack.  That may have been a mistake because I had a tooth pulled the next day, and I kept giggling because this song kept going through my head.  The links above the video were provided by Mike Siegel, Franklin Harris, Cop Crisis (x3), and Radley Balko, in that order.

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