Watching a special on the wildlife of Madagascar. MANY varieties of lemurs, as well as several animals unique only to that island. Pretty interesting.
I got an email from UK talking about American football (GRONKOWSKI) and rugby. Rugby IS played here through private leagues and some colleges. Yes, it is brutal. I have an old friend (ALL my friends are old...) who used to play a lot. He wore sweatshirts that said RUGBY PLAYERS EAT THEIR DEAD. He told me they would play a game, then drink a keg of beer afterwards. THEN, they would play keep-away with the empty keg.
Last night I paid a visit to the FIRST boat that had the engine fire. They are doing repairs and about to go into drydock. I was going to see my friend who was the cook on board. He was mopping the galley floor and the only person on board who was not in bed. It was about 8 PM. He had 7 stitches in his chin after taking a dive from a stairway on board. Lucky it was only seven.
When I left it was hard to see where I was walking. The deck was not lit, and there were hoses and lines everywhere. There was also a three foot drop from one deck to another, with no hand rail or rail of any sort. Just two big stairs in the dark. Glad I remembered it was there in the first place.
Later last night FRANK THE FOX made an appearance at the dry and dusty CHOW PORCH.
I noticed Dutchie staring out the window at a big neighborhood cat sitting on the porch. Then I saw a second cat out in the driveway also staring at the cat on the porch. Finally I saw FRANK nearby just sitting and taking it all in. So I went out and chased away the cats. It was not easy. Normally a fox would run away also, but not Frank.
He thus passed his first test of PORCH WORTHINESS. There are other tests. Putting up with a human and a cat staring at them from a nearby window. Occasional, to many FLASHES from a camera. OH, and me talking to him in close range.
Frank did pretty good with the preliminaries.
I put out the old dog food I have had for maybe a year. Then some wet cat stuff. When he came around to the kitchen window he got some lettuce and cucumber. No to the lettuce, but he schlepped up the cuke.
He did the circling routine, coming in close then back out. It goes on and on, and I just do not have that time to sit two hours by the window. So I come back and he is a bit closer. He took some food from the porch, but it was late. I went to bed. Early this morning I woke up and all the food was eaten. Cat or fox, or FARFLE???
The wind is picking up now. 45 mph. Now it is snowing again, after I finally cleared of my porch.
Yet I grill. A bit of a challenge. It took two flicks of my BIC.
But I have ZERO plates. The paper ran out. Will have to make do.
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Which reminds me: here is a link to a droll article concerning the intensifying polizie investigation of the Costa Concordia. The captain seems to have had a lot on his mind around the time of the grounding. Read it all the way to the end.
Our big 80%-100%-40% storm dumped 0.14" (make that 3.6 mm) of rain on us. It will perhaps keep our cacti from dyeing but not the lawn. This is shaping up to be the driest winter since records have been kept (1895) for the San Jose area. It did snow some in the Sierras, but not enough to get excited about. Forecasts only leave March as the great white hope.
Frank is a most handsome fox. Your night shot of the bay and Mt. Newhall is outstanding. It absolutely should get an AC!
Cannot tell you how shocked I was to see that headline. Actually the headline that this so called human being chopped his kids before blowing them and himself up made me sick to my stomach.
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Thanks for the pics of Frank the Fox. He's awesome.
As for the plates, you might want to keep some old-fashion non-paper plates around. Plastic, corningware, stoneware, anything reusable. Oh wait, that requires washing them :P
Hard as nails. I was watching the Six Nations Rugby (they have this UNIQUE idea of inviting other countries to play in sporting tournaments...) at the weekend, Ireland v Wales (OK, NEARBY 'other countries' in this case) was on TV whilst I was emailing THE PUD.
A Welsh player called Bradley Davies picked up his Irish counterpart (a not inconsiderably sized counterpart at that) and threw him head first like a dart into the ground. Had the Irish guy not twisted slightly before impact he would have broken his neck (remember that save yourself move next time you walk on dark boats Pud) – the ball was being played a long way off, this was just a sideshow.
The Welsh player got a yellow card waved in his face and sent to the sin bin for 10 minutes.
He should have been arrested for attempted murder and locked up for life.
He is in a spot of bother about it now.
Having watched rugby and some American football near back to back this weekend I realised what the major difference between the two really is. Aside from all the showbiz razzamatazz that envelops the US version they both have a very strong patriotic inclination with lots of steadfast anthem singing, and hand on heart, lump in the throat, TOUCHING displays of allegiance. Only in the US version everyone is on the same side. In the rugby they aren't. So everything is done twice over, once for each nation.
Guess which game takes considerably longer to get formalities done and get STARTED?
Good job you don't send out invites...
I did find myself wondering how the hell Joe can watch American football on his 12” TV screen. There is so much going on in that tiny space, so many players wearing so much gear (love the wine waiter/ loin cloths hanging from waistbands), all that lineage painted on the grass, all those sponsors logos, people standing right on the sidelines all the way around the field, then the scores and other detail clutter up the screen...
It's visually claustrophobic on a large TV.
On Joes little tiddler TV it must be like watching colourful ants cavorting inside a rotating kaleidoscope.
If he'd watched with the sound muted he'd still be singing the star spangled bit now, none the wiser.
No plates left?
You'll be telling us you dine without wearing a tie next...
Your slush storms look pretty ick. I imagine people saying that to themselves all over town on days like that.
Joe, are you tired of contests? Have not had one in awhile. I propose one where we guess what date the ice slides off the roof at work and whether it busts the little roof over the door.
Frank looks pretty convinced. It will be exciting to see if he comes back.
We have a high UK population around here in Houston on account of the oil business. So, there is a rugby league, both adult and for high school. I nabbed one short showing rugby in Texas.
Meanwhile, spring seems to be starting here in SE Texas. Flowers are starting to crop up. It is that time of year. I saw some already gone to seed.
Now you KNOW I am avoiding real work LOL.
Cards are back to winning again, and the CATS are just mowing everybody down; hopefully they're not peaking too soon.....
Dotmom, I'm hoping you may be spared the worst of the nasty stuff; down here it's been snowing, but the ground's too warm, with just a little bit sticking on the grass!
Could be!
Handsome vulpine either way :) Thanks again Joe for satisfying the craving for fox-y pix!
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