Field Marshal Turkish von Turkenstein (commander, 1st Feline Home Defense Regiment), ever on the alert.
Oh, sure, you can buy ’em cat furniture. Get ’em a second home in Santa Cruz and a Catalina 400 while you’re at it. They’re still gonna commandeer your chair.
Several things are deeply disturbing with this picture. 1) blankets over the back belong on feeble old man chairs and you are neither. 2) The Turk has usurped the throne! Will he begin to manage the blog? Will all talk of bicycles be replaced by rants of neglect due to mealies being a minute or two late? 3) There seems to be NO footstool! How can this be? Where does one rest their barking dogs at the end of the trail?
The Turk would never stoop to journalism. He loathes the fake news. But he would like a footstool, thank you. Something nice. And not too expensive. Or he will say “Ni!” to you.
I like doing those, Libby. It’s one of my favorite things about the blog. It’s a weird size — 740 x 192 — and it’s not always easy to work with. The latest one is based on a couple of plates that Herself got from her eldest sister.
Thanks, matey. I mostly do ’em on the cheap, too. Snap a pic with the Sony, then massage it in Apple’s Preview. No Photoshop required (mostly).
If I need to use the P-word I have an old version of Elements on the 2006 MacBook and an even older version of the original application — back when pretty much any idiot could make it hop — on the G4 tower. But I have to run Classic mode on that bad boy to use it.
Thanks, too, for liking the Salsa review. Editor Alex Strickland and I thought our late boss Mike Deme would have enjoyed the guitar riffs in that one. Deme and I caught Mark Knopfler in Vegas during Interbike Back in the Day®. It was a helluva show.
No, not this morning. I bet you really wanted that chair for yourself this morning!
And the blankie. It was bloody cold. I met a couple of folks bound for Durango this weekend while visiting a local shop and advised them to bundle up.
A lot like putting sidewalks in before people trod the paths they’ll actually use!! 🙂
10 inches of white stuff Bibleburg way!!
10!?‽!?‽ Maybe an inch here, 125 miles to the north.
About three inches of snow and twice that of mud up Weirdcliffe way, reports my informant in the Wet Mountains.
Several things are deeply disturbing with this picture. 1) blankets over the back belong on feeble old man chairs and you are neither. 2) The Turk has usurped the throne! Will he begin to manage the blog? Will all talk of bicycles be replaced by rants of neglect due to mealies being a minute or two late? 3) There seems to be NO footstool! How can this be? Where does one rest their barking dogs at the end of the trail?
The Turk would never stoop to journalism. He loathes the fake news. But he would like a footstool, thank you. Something nice. And not too expensive. Or he will say “Ni!” to you.
Soldier gotta sleep.
“Never get out of the boat.”
I enjoy all your banners. This one, too. A bit of a departure and as always top notch graphics and design.
I like doing those, Libby. It’s one of my favorite things about the blog. It’s a weird size — 740 x 192 — and it’s not always easy to work with. The latest one is based on a couple of plates that Herself got from her eldest sister.
Nice work mi amigo. I had to look closely to catch the plate and painted brick background.
Also, enjoyed the test piece on the Salsa Claris. The guitar analogy was perfect.
Thanks, matey. I mostly do ’em on the cheap, too. Snap a pic with the Sony, then massage it in Apple’s Preview. No Photoshop required (mostly).
If I need to use the P-word I have an old version of Elements on the 2006 MacBook and an even older version of the original application — back when pretty much any idiot could make it hop — on the G4 tower. But I have to run Classic mode on that bad boy to use it.
Thanks, too, for liking the Salsa review. Editor Alex Strickland and I thought our late boss Mike Deme would have enjoyed the guitar riffs in that one. Deme and I caught Mark Knopfler in Vegas during Interbike Back in the Day®. It was a helluva show.