2 BLIMPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BLIMP QUADFECTA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So Wingfoot One is here while their area in Florida recovers from Irma. They've been taking One and Two out separately, one one day, the other the next. I've had some blimp sightings in the distance--over Rte 8, but only one over my house. Until today. Once. Twice. Trifecta--which has happened only once before. And then the rarest thing of all: QUADFECTA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was ready to go in for the day, heard the blimp and OH DEAR JACK LORD THEY'RE COMING OVER HERE AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I uh, get a little excited about the blimp. There's something truly magical when it's going over you, your house, and neighborhood. It's awesome seeing it flying out and about elsewhere; but at home? The magic, happiness, and awesomeness is increased by at least 100%!




When the Florida crew returns they might do a tandem flight. Last time, it wasn't announced, my blimpologist friend texted me but they didn't come over by me. If he gets a heads up this time or knows they're taking off, I'm going to go to the park across from St. Thomas to get some pix of them downtown then rush home and HOPE they come over the Land of Misfit Toys! Yes, I will send them a suggested route map!

Today was the bestest blimp spotting day EVER!!!!!!

Yes, I have lots of things to blog about, including video!, but BLIMP QUADFECTA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RIP Gypsy Boots

My elusive wood nymph Gypsy Boots painlessly was set free today. I rescued her from the trailer park in '03 and she was at least 2 then. She was 100% feral. At the time I rescued her, I was recovering from surgery and watching a lot of dvds from netflix, including Groucho Marx shows. I named her after Robert Bootzin more famously known as Gypsy Boots.

I don't have many photos of her. This was the quickest one I could find. She had the most beautiful green eyes.


Mortimore was her good friend from day one. She had other kitty friends who have passed away, but Mortimore is still here.

Being feral, it was basically impossible to handle her. It took JT & me 4 hours to get her in a carrier when I moved here and we were wearing heavy work gloves, goggles, and heavy work shirts. We got clawed badly. The last time she was handled was in '05 when we tried to give her worming medicine. She bit my thumb repeatedly, missing my flexor [sic?] tendon by a hair. I ended up getting emergency surgery on my thumb and had this for several weeks, and this went all the way to my elbow. I had 6 stitches in my thumb.


The past few years she hung out upstairs partaking of the canned food with the others. A few weeks ago she went down to the basement and her hidey-hole. I still, obviously, took her food, which she was eating. Until the past few days. Yesterday she was making a gagging motion, not sound, just the motion, after just a bite and her tongue was hanging out. Not panting, just tongue out. Talked to a vet tech and obviously she had a mouth issue. I got her to hiss at me and I saw a mass in there. They can be quick growing.

So this morning, with Eddie on call for back up if need be, I got her in a carrier. I explained to her last night what was happening and apologized in advance for having to traumatize her in the morning but I didn't want her to essentially starve to death and what I was doing was out of love. Yeah, I know; but I talk to my cats. It took me an hour to finally get a hold of her by the scruff, I was bare handed. She tried to bite me, she successfully scratched me, but I got her in the carrier. She was calm as could be once I got her in there.

In an exam room I opened the carrier and she let me pet her! The first time in 14 years. That made me cry more. If she hadn't let me pet her at all, I wouldn't even have petted her after her passing, as I would have respected her wishes. Yes, I know; but I think you should respect someone's or some cat's wishes if possible. She wouldn't have wanted me to pet her normally. I pet her til the doctor came in, then she hid under a bench til she was sedated.

Then she was painlessly set free, my elusive wood nymph Gypsy Boots.

Prince Symbol

Prince: One Year Later

I still just can't with Prince being gone. I don't think I could ever properly convey how his music not only influenced, comforted, educated, and encouraged me; but also fed my soul in a multitude of ways. That's the best way I can put it. No other musician, not even Bowie, had lyrics that had such a profound effect on my life. Maybe sometime I can properly put it into words. For right now, I still just can't.

  • Current Music
    Prince -- Something in the Water (Does Not Compute)

First Day of Spring...

...vintage postcard from 1912.


Also Panacea's and Poliahu's anniversary. Got both on March 20, but Poli one year later than Pan. They shall get extra treats.

Rain is expected today and there is a 'special weather statement' that we might get soft hail [is that an oxymoron?] in the midst of thunderstorm due to cold air pockets. Um, okie doke then!

Goodbye Old Friend...

...today is the last day for the last GZ-20 blimp, Spirit of Innovation. The type of blimp you could hear approaching from about 5 miles.


Sailing off into the sunset to the blimp hangar in the sky. For us blimpologists it's truly a sad day.

burbs--ricky whoa

Imperilled Technology

From a couple Saturdays ago, it was nice out, the 3 day weekend. I had done some yard work, was sitting up front on the steps, Grinch ring tone of doom [I really need to remix the Grinch theme with doomsday music sometime]:

[I always answer the phone with yeah, I answered phones for years at jobs, so now it's just yeah?] Yeah?
When you're on my computer can you see what I've just looked at?
Wait, what?
When you get on my computer can you see what I've just looked at?
I haven't touched that piece of shit for months!! What are you talking about?
I want to attach my resume to a job application with the job center from home.
And that correlates to what you asked HOW? Dude, my head is starting to hurt.
When you check my email can you see what I was doing on my computer?
Okay, computer means JUST THAT. Getting into your email from my house is a totally different thing.
But can you see what I did on my computer when you get in my email?
NO! I can only see your email. What have you done??
I want to attach my resume that's in my yahoo email from home but I don't want them to see what I do on my computer.
No, they can't see it, unless they call you and you're dumb enough to give them remote access.
I did that once.
I KNOW YOU DID! [I think I blogged about that, of ALL the times he should have phoned me, that would've been the one. They claimed they were from HP, his computer had 38K viruses and he needed to give them remote access. HE DID. ::headdesk::]
My resume got deleted from yahoo mail.
I did it by mistake.
Did you empty the trash in email?
Then it's there, find it. If you want me to find it, it'll be more than 50 cents due to the principal that you should know better.
So when I find it, how do I attach it to the application cuz at the job center it's on my desktop but it's not on my desktop at home.
Do you KNOW what the desktop is?
There's a button on the side you hit that brings up the desktop.
All I wanted was to sit up here a few minutes enjoying bizarre weather after cutting down trees and I get this.
Can you find my desktop?
My sledgehammer can.
When I find my resume in yahoo I'll have you help me attach it.
NO! Just wait til Tuesday!!
I'll see if I can I find it.

We get off the phone and FFS. I got into his yahoo email, got his resume from the trash, put it back in his inbox, then phoned him back--he wasn't even home during any of this!! Telling him I put the resume back in the inbox for free and he was NOT to call me about attaching it to an application as I had done that and I wanted to prevent a further headache. He said he'd wait til Tuesday. I then, I dunno why, try to explain the difference between computer, network, and programs. I know I know. He said "it's all computer to me." Which makes it maddening for anyone who's trying to figure out what you're asking. Aw, but I'm the only one he asks computer questions. Aren't I lucky?

He should NOT have a computer!


Here's one from in person. Background info: I told him to get a smart phone, so he got a fucking tracfone smart phone and whereas it's android based, the settings are all different. I THOUGHT he'd go to the ATT store and get a REAL one. HAH! Why would I think such a thing? Aw, the delusions I have. It's like the tablet from hell where things are different, some android features aren't there, etc.

I was on the phone with Senior Detective Rice and he called me. I didn't answer, he left no VM, so I eventually walked over, while still on the phone with SDR, who was on speakerphone. Amongst what he wanted to tell me, he said he had finally set up his cell phone voice mail but it went to his home voicemail. I tell him that he probably set it up to forward somewhere in the VM settings on his cell phone.

Here we go:
Somewhere in the VM settings you got it to forward to your home phone.
No, I didn't do that.
Why the hell else is it going to your home VM?
Cuz the cell phone is connecting to my laptop which is connected to my home phone.
WHAT.THE.FUCK.?! Your cell phone is NOT connected to your laptop!
Yes it is, they both have google and facebook icons.
[silence on my part, then I say to SDR, "did you hear that?" and she replied "Remember when I said Edward was your cross to bare?"]
Edward: Am I right?
NO!!!! They are not connected! Your tracfone is NOT connected to your laptop!!
They have the same icons.
I just can't.
I know I'm right.
I just can't, good luck with that!

As I was walking home, SDR and I just wondered how and why the fuck...

He should NOT have a non-brand name smartphone! And actually with thinking something is connected to something else cuz they share the same icons, oh FFS. I still just can't....

Bowie, One Year Later

I had had an ongoing existential crisis for a few years about the eventuality of David Bowie, the artist--not his art, as that lives forever, no longer being on this plain of existence. Of all the things to have an existential crisis over, I realize it's a weird one, but I am an odd ball. That that genius wasn't going to create something new again, to challenge us again, to encourage us to embrace change, to try something new, to think about things in a different way, to enforce the message that you should embrace WHO you are, to live your life how it pleases you, etc. Just to know he was amongst us, in some way, was an almost comforting thought. 'The world will be okay, David Bowie is still amongst us.' Simplified thought, but that's what it pretty much boiled down to. I think part of me remains in the state of shock I entered when I saw the news last year and the other part just doesn't want to process it. To sort of 'cope' I thought to myself, well Prince is still with us. We know that didn't work out well.

A lot of people don't understand people's emotional attachment to some artists, or how/why people whom you never met can have such an impact on your life. To the point you genuinely grieve and mourn. I can only speak for myself; but as an abused child I had no 'nice' adults in my life and my escapes were books, tv, and the radio. David Bowie taught me in 1973 that it didn't matter if a guy wore a dress or makeup. I liked his music, those things didn't matter. He was one of the few 'nice' adults I had in my life as a small child. And of course I continued being a fan onward.


RIP Mithras

Having difficulty finding a pix of Mithras right now as I'm in the midst of moving all my files to several external drives. This was the only one I could easily find.


But...Mithras AKA Baby passed away today. We went to the doctor Thursday, as her toxoplasmosis had flared up again. She was doing great on Friday and then deteriorated from yesterday afternoon through overnight. Took her to an emergency vet, as no furbaby deserves to suffer. I'll discuss it with her doctor tomorrow, but I think the toxo just took over.

Mithras was named as such because she 'saved' me one day from Joyce. Joyce was going on and on about who knows what, and here comes a little kitten and Joyce says "Oh it wants to join my outdoor group." "Like hell it will." And I picked her up and brought her home. Since Joyce believes she's the ONLY Christian on North Hill, I felt it appropriate to name the kitten Mithras. Mithras was basically Jesus before Jesus. Side note, a week later a hood kid found another long haired green eyed kitten and Eddie took her in, calling her Maybe. Maybe and Baby HAD to have been sisters because of their looks and their personalities. Both very very sweet and loving and both demanded to be carried places.

Mithras was very good natured and never got in tiffs with anyone. She loved nothing more than to be petted and loved on. That's how she passed.