My CPA sent me this information the other day. The IRS is renewing its phone scam warning. Please read the IRS warning and remember do not give out your personal information without asking why it is needed. irs.gov
I’ve been through severe clinical depression myself, so was horrified that Robin couldn’t imagine the light at the end of the tunnel like I could, but his decision makes a lot more sense to me knowing he knew he was going to lose his mind.
LOS ANGELES — Robin Williams was in the early stages of Parkinson’s disease and was sober at the time of his apparent suicide, his wife said Thursday.
In a statement, Susan Schneider said that Williams, 63, was struggling with depression, anxiety and the Parkinson’s diagnosis when he was found dead earlier this week. Authorities said the actor-comedian’s death was suicide.
Hello. Sorry I haven’t posted in a while.
There is a matter I’d like to address.
Amidst this current Gaza war, it disgusts me to no end when someone goes out of their way to attack Jews or Arabs, physically or verbally and dresses it up as anti-Zionist or anti-Islam.
When a synagogue in Paris is targeted by “pro-Palestinian” protestors or a self-proclaimed scholar of the conspiracy persuasion lectures that modern Jews are impostors, is it really just about Israel?
Or (recalling my JIDF days) when an “anti-jihadist” activist calls Palestinians “animals”, is it really just about Hamas?
Having lost my best friend last year, this really brought that feeling back home again. This is for all my fellow lizards who have lost a fuzzy best friend.
The first hurricane of the season Arthur is down to a Category 1 storm. This storm is still dangerous and still bears watching to those of us who live on the East Coast. Please read the article from Reuters: news.yahoo.com
And also keep track of Hurricane Arthur through the National Weather Service’s National Hurricane Center: nhc.noaa.gov
Today I went to King of Prussia PA. I was going to stay at Wegman’s until the afternoon. There were several people, like myself, who were trying to get onto the internet. Wegman’s told anyone who asked at the information desk that their internet was down. Hearing that news I decided to go to the mall and go looking for a few items. I had a very small list. One was a polo shirt which I got at LLBean. The other item was an insulated holder for ice cream. Only two stores in the mall had the item I wanted, Bloomingdale’s and JCPenney. I looked up the item and noticed the price ranged from $12 to $19 on Amazon. I figured that any price I see in the mall that falls in that range would be a good deal. I tried JCPenney first since it was the closest to the public transit entrance of the mall. I found the item but it had only a bar code and no price. I took out my iPhone and snapped a picture of the bar code. For some reason it came back with a toddler sized sundress. So I took the item to the cashier. I asked for a price look-up. The cashier told me $30. I thanked her and walked out of JCPenney. In Bloomingdale’s I found the same item with a price sticker that read $15.99. I pulled out a $20 bill from my wallet and walked over to a very polite salesman who was very happy to ring up my purchase. After this experience I can see why JCPenney is in financial trouble. They have very few salespeople and prices that are not good deals.
Doorframe, formerly known as “Not Our Cat” because he was ruthlessly thrown out of his only known forever home because he allegedly “didn’t know how to use a litter box”.
He showed up on our front porch within days of being evicted from the house down the lane when the new neighbors moved in several years ago (said neighbors left without any notice in the middle of the night a couple of years ago and abandoned their cat).
I can’t remember the stupid movie-inspired name given to him by his former bad owners. We called him Doorframe because he was constantly climbing up the front door and looking into the door window, desperately giving us a “please! Let me in!” cute, yet pitiful looking, face.
Sadly, we have indoor dogs and they did not get on well with our own cats, who had previously decamped to the calmer airs of the outdoor life. And he was still trying to fit in with said outdoor felines.
All eventually settled into uneasy truces between outdoor felines, along with porch possums and the occasional raccoon.
A couple of weeks ago, I noticed that Doorframe had a small problem with a rear paw curling under. I watched day to day and sometimes he walked normally, other times the paw went back to curling under.
A couple of days ago, I was horrified to see the paw was bloody and, like in a medieval history war novel after a battle, it appeared that bones were sticking out.
Off to the animal hospital we went, where he remains this weekend on a course of antibiotics before a surgery for a full amputation of the leg.
He is no longer “Not Our Cat”.
He joins the other cast-off furry children who are now official members of the Backwoods farm family.
And he won’t be alone with missing a limb: Glory the goofy American-English Coonhound who showed up here in the middle of a January blizzard a few years ago and a month later, had a front leg amputated after being shot by unknown heathens, and TriPawed, the nine-year-old cat who was born with a stubbed tail and a missing rear paw. And the rest of the insane furry posse/herd/pack.
Doorframe’s surgery is set for Monday or Tuesday.
It’s going to be a long haul since we’ll have to introduce him to the indoor group and there is already animus between him and the canine contingent, although the newest younger indoor felines (rescued at less than a week old and joyously accepted by the indoor dogs as “not really cats”) are very interested in making his acquaintance (thankfully, all the felines have been spayed/neutered).
Any and all LGF feline overlord and canine friend positive energies are requested as we move through this terrifying change.
Thanks from all here in advance.
Reposting an earlier comment as a Page just because I can. I lied, actually it’s because Charles always seems to post a shiny new thread right about the time I want to say something. Good thing he gave us the nifty “Comment to LGF Page” button or I’d be starting to think he does it on purpose and holding a grudge.
We interrupt your regularly scheduled blogging to bring you this very important message: The UPS guy was LATE today—he didn’t show up with my new macro lens until like 8:15pm. I was pissed because there wasn’t much light left and I didn’t feel like dragging out the speedlight, so I only got to take about half a dozen quick, mediocre snapshots before the cats got annoyed and ran off. Below is the best one.
As you can see, at f/2.8 the depth of field is razor thin—no wider than the cat’s nostril. For those of you who like to pixel peep, I’ve also included a crop of what the nose looks like at 100% magnification. As you can see, there’s a pretty significant amount of noise as the ISO was set to 3200, and it’s not perfectly focused as the cat was squirming and the camera chose a shutter speed of 1/25 second, which really wasn’t fast enough. Oh, and I was prolly a little further than the minimum focusing distance away (min. is 1 ft—I’d guesstimate I was at around 14-15 in).
Anyway, I think I’m going to have lots of fun with this lens and will probably end up boring you all to tears with macro shots—need to try getting closer with better light. Did I mention it’s heavy? Yeah, ugh, that’s the only part I don’t like. The lens alone weighs almost 1.5 lbs (21.1 oz to be exact), so when you add it to the camera body, which also has a battery grip… sore arms.
I now return you to whatever fights, discussions, complaints, trollings, etc. were in progress…
Happy Mother’s Day to all the LGF moms! Since this got posted in a thread just as a new one was created, I decided to use our nifty new “Comment to LGF Page” button to convert it. The poem is a fairly recent one, but its theme—the depth & constancy of a mother’s love—is an ancient one that exists across epochs & cultures.
Ballad of a Mother’s Heart
The night was dark,
For the moon was young,
And the Stars were asleep and rare,
The clouds were thick,
Yet Youth went out,
To see his Maiden fair.
he pleaded as he knelt before her feet in tears.
My love is true,
Why you have kept me waiting all this years?
The maiden looked at him.
Unmoved it seemed,
And whispered low.
You have to prove by deeds,
Your love is true.
“There’s not a thing
I would not do for you, Beloved” said he.
“Then, go.” said she. “To your mother dear,
And bring her heart to me.
Without another word,
Youth left and went to his mother dear.
He opened her breast and took her heart!
But he did not shed a tear.
Then back to his Maiden fair,
He run unmindful of the rain.
But his feet slipped, And he fell down,
And loud, he groaned with pain!
Still in his hand he held the prize,
That would win his Maiden’s hands.
But he thought of his mother dear,
So kind, so sweet, so fond.
he heard a voice!
Not from his lips,
But all apart!
“Get up” it said.
“Were you hurt,Child?”
It was his mother’s heart
—Jose La Villa Tierra