“Moe Chillin'” It wasn’t that cold a day in here – But I found Moe ‘Chillin’ half under a couple blankets on the bed. The camera blinded him when I tried to get him smiling at me, so I settled for a shot of him pretending to ignore me while he licked his paw and enjoyed life.
— Thursday, March 10th, 2016 — // — +3˚C / +37˚F — Grey, Damp and soggy out there @ about 3:33 pm – The Temperature’s been falling from a high of +6˚C @ 6:00 am here in Atlantic Canada —
— Mario Day —
I never heard of that before I worked with a guy named Mario who was quite literate and had a friendly, dry sense of humour – working in the post office, you needed to be able to laugh or you’d go nuts – Anyway – He told us a story about how he learned about Mario Day – Somebody say Mar 10 on a computer where the letters and numbers were run together and asked, “Why is this thing spelling out Mario on its screen like that?” and a wize guy named Mario answered, “- Because it’s Mario Day! -” MAR10, Mario day –
This was our driveway at about 10 after 2 pm today, I tried to get some ‘Artsy shots’ of the ice and water and sharp flat gravel, but nothing came out really great, so – here we have a little bit of wood chips, a bit of the soggy lower extremities of boards on a nice looking pallet that either Cathi or I will want to do something artistic or otherwise clever with – And a hint of the porch in the background, and this actually captured the look and feel of the snow-ice-puddle mix that is our driveway today.
— The Cell phone camera takes such nice and detailed shots that I thought I might be able to get a photo of the leaves and water and ice and snow that looks like something from the cover of a photography magazine. But the sky was a bit too bright or something, none of the shots came out looking like what I saw in my ‘mind’s eye’ when I aimed and fired.
And this shot, cropped and ‘shrunk down’ from ten mega pixels – took three times to load – I kept getting ‘http error’ messages. This is the grey day with the wet driveway and the melting snow that looks kind of gloomy unless you’ve had enough winter, like most people around here, especially those who lived through the last two winters, and sent a lotta prayers toward the sky along the lines of, “Gimme a break!” 🙂
— And, since yesterday’s weird dreams or psychic stuff, funny things have been happening with the pets and the computers here. The Samsung Galaxy II is ‘Quirky’ at best about connecting with the computer, it keeps trying to tell me that I shouldn’t disconnect when I’m trying to download photos. Today it was really nuts, it disconnected half a dozen times and then refused to show up when it was reconnected – I finally shut down the whole computer and pulled the USB cable, started up and reconnected and maybe I got lucky. On top of that, the USB keyboard has ‘gone missing’ several times in the past twenty four hours. It’s still there, it’s still connected, the roller ball mouse that is connected through the keyboard still works, no problem – but when I type, nothing happens, no letters appear, the return and enter keys don’t work – I’ve had to pull the USB cable and plug it back in something like three times in the past twenty four hours.
— & Yes – the pets are stranger than usual, and we have pets that we have to ask, “Hey, if they start acting unusually, how will we know?” – They’re already strange – The hundred and twenty-five pound Labrador Retriever wants to dance with me when the music’s right – He wants to do a strange imitation of a Kangaroo hop with instructions from the sound track of the Rocky Horror Picture show – with a whole lot more jumping from side to side and very happy over-energetic grinning involved. And the Cat? The cat has his own language that is so varied and so complicated – I wonder if he really is a normal Earth-Cat, or was he dropped off at the Ottawa animal shelter by somebody piloting a U.F.O. – disguised as a car – the shelter people saw somebody park, run up to the porch, put the cat down and run away. And after several years with this guy, Yup, he could very well be a spy from some extraordinarily intelligent race of cats, or shape-shifters who like rambling around dressed up like a feline quadruped muttering “Maereh Raireh!” and, “Arra mong-muh!” and, “m’gaaa – M’guhrr!”
— He’s off in the hallway right now, moaning “Aou – mah! Muhh- muh Ma-ou Murr mun mung muh! Maoo Arr ruh! [sneeze] Maaoooou maou-” which probably means, “I really need some cat treats right about now, you haven’t done anything nice to me in over two hours!”
— And all I can say about that is, “Mahgga rung ruh -”