Took the purple adoptee with me for #TowelDay. No disasters fell upon the live music in town but if they had, I would have been glad to have Not Panicked.
@checkervest ohh this hit a nerve! We used to have a postage stamp-sized garden that my parents had to put a pond in, for obvious reasons. The local cat grapevine works quickly and they held a near 24-hour vigil by the puddleside, hungry eyes on the languorous koi and their tasty ways, but only for about a decade.
@checkervest Clearly this feline attention was a problem for Dad, as one doesn't want one's fish to be fished. So began the Paws Race, it's like an arms race but with paws. To solve the problem of the neighbourhood cats who never once caught a single fish, Dad dutifuly erected a perimeter of vertical netting. They just reached over the netting because apparently, cats arms are twice as long as they actually are, when there are fish to be pawed at.
@checkervest ugh this box is so tiny I should write a blog post. Naturally the netting went higher so the cats simply stuck their, wait, cats don't have arms, excuse the previous toot. They stuck their legs through the netting and continued catching no fish while getting their paws wet. The fish were so worried they did not in any way react. Dad could not abide this escalation.
@checkervest New netting with smaller holes went in. Reaching over is now ruled out, as is poking cheeky feline limbs through. The crafty assailants then realised if they leant on the run across the long sides of the pond, the netting would give enough for them to lie on it and they could then maintain their piscinicidal misdemeanours.
Dad could not abide this, early in the morning with the dew still wet, in his dressing gown with cup of tea in hand, observing the battlefield.
@checkervest There was hammering in the loft workshop. There was cutting and testing and prototyping and a montage of piles of increasingly-workable netting mounts made from tent pegs, spare clamps and curtain rails. A plantation of tea was drunk and many a buttered crumpet to follow. The prototyping complete, finished products came off the assembly line. They clamped to the edge of the paving slabs lining the pond and held the netting high and taught. Surely no shenanigans could penetrate this.
@jalefkowit So we went back to Apple and said "We have this great idea, but we need a bigger budget." They said "yes" so we paid normal people to...
or:
...and they said "no". To this day I'm still glad I drew a line at employing Nazis for something as worthless as a commercial.
As an aside, I find it ironic that this advertisement is entirely more relevant to today's federated, free social media vs. abusive social media, than the computer related to anything in the '80s.
@davebonta My local social history museum has an annexe for the Edward Thomas Fellowship and his #poetry graces various places. "Sowing" was one in the cafe and reminded me of you.
The first two verses:
It was a perfect day For sowing; just As sweet and dry was the ground As tobacco-dust.
I tasted deep the hour Between the far Owl’s chuckling first soft cry And the first star.
@ewdocparris Only @matt or another admin can say. We're almost at 2000 active users, twice that at which the server went to invite only so I assume that the server load is having to be closely monitored.
I'm a crepuscular poet who drifts between phases irregularly, carried by an unrequited romance with the Moon. If you create something that's the right shape, poetry may fall out of me.In reality I'm a British European in southern England who marinaded in Scotland and the Westcountry.I occasionally post photos on my Pixelfed account at https://metapixl.com/@wordsmithI have vaguely contentious opinions about the classic era of Doctor Who.