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Thursday, March 14, 2013

The Ghost Microwave of the Badger's Burrow

     This Will probably not b e too much of a stretch to figure out for anyone who has read my blog for any length of time.

      We have been hearing a microwave at times when neither of us is heating anything.

     So, I thought possibly it was upstairs- the apartment is empty right now, but there is a contractor working, I thought possibly he was using a microwave....except that no such microwave exists.

yes. Tango knows that when the wet food is heated up, it makes a noise just like..."Beep-Beep Beeeeeep". he has also learned to make the sounds of the microwave being set with eerie precision. the good news is that when I ask Sam if she is heating something, or she asks me if I am, and neither of us are...we know the source of the mystery beeps- no need to call in Ghost Hunters
Bird noises fall into a lot of categories. Here are a few I have definitely identified:
  • I'm Happy
  • I'm Afraid
  • I'm Mad
  • I'm Hungry
  • I Want Attention
  • I'm Screwing With You

for more on bird noises...

League Assignment: I'm Seeing Red     Red is the color of Passion...the color of Vitality. The Color of our Lifeblood, and a hell of a lot of Autobots...

This doesn't even scratch the surface. I only did G1 Style, and only the really red ones





Optimus Prime

 oh, and at least one more thing is red...

Conure Belly

for more toys
For Revelatory looks at a couple of my Fellow Leaguers
And for a good look at a couple of Villains(or are they?)

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

About a Bee

  Hugh Grant isn't anywhere in this. you are thinking of this movie. What we have here is a few stages of Bumblebee for your viewing pleasure, set against the backdrop of a planetary civil war my desk
Cybertronian Bumblebee, and the highly Illegal Art Feather G1 Bumblebee


DOTM Bumblebee and TF Prime RID Bumblebee

Sunday, March 3, 2013


     I have a confession to make. I am a Hypocardriac.....

     This is a medical condition that may manifest itself in the terrible fear that the persistent rattle from the old red Pontiac in the next lane is coming from somewhere in your cars undercarriage and just bouncing off of his car

    Or it might show up as the unreasoning certainty that the smell of burning clutch coming from that blue Honda ahead of you is actually heralding a huge mechanics bill, preceded by your car on a tow truck.

     Hypocardria is, in short, the fear that what is happening to another car, probably not as well maintained as your own is actually about to happen to you.

     I set off for my parents house today, in the wake of another flood in this apartment(GRR) and started smelling burning brakes or clutch, causing me to check my emergency brake 2-3 times to make sure it was not engaged, to listen carefully for any excessive struggle from my engine and to try to remember how much gas pedal normally means 45 MPH. there was no apparent wheel drag, no loss of power, but there was the persistent smell of burning clutch (I can't really describe it, but if you have ever been in a vehicle in which the clutch or brakes burned up, it is unforgettable)

     I got up onto the highway, still smelling it, thinking "if I still smell it by the next exit...I'm going home". Then, something miraculous happened: the car ahead of me pulled off, causing the smell to dissipate.

     So, to that unknown person in the other Honda...I'm sorry for whatever was happening to your car, I hope you got someone to fix it, and...Oh Yeah: Don't feel obliged to be so close to my car when your decides to self destruct. It aggravates my Hypocardria

Now, when this new word goes into widespread usage, just remember that you heard it here first

for more information on the basic Condition referenced here...

Freaky 3am Thing

It's all fun and games until - !

All I can say is I was laughing along with Conan as the clueless gamer.  Laughing, laughing, laughing.  Then it happened.  Um . . . not for the squeamish at the end.

Thing is is I don't know if this is a win or a fail.  Sam