Joan Atwell, courtesy of the googles.
Maybe some clarification required. The traditional New Orleans Funeral with Music consists of two parts. It starts with a somber procession to the cemetery, transporting the Guest of Honour to the planting* ceremony, followed by a helluva bit party on the way back.
Just a Closer Walk with Thee comes in two parts, one suited for the mourning and one suited for the party. Google will give you plenty versions of it, the one I’ve always liked is by The Preservation Hall Jazz Band — I might even prefer (blasphemy!) (the jury is still out) the second half to that of Clapton et al. Not that it matters, these guys are stunningly good.
Of course Tanya hates it :-)
* In reality, tradition tends to favour above-ground tombs in New Orleans, because water table.
The Adaptive Curmudgeon, phoning home:
Mrs. Curmudgeon: “I’ve told you to switch to decaf.”
Me: “I HAVE! I’m in Starbucks, surrounded by hipster dipshits, and I’m drinking decaf!”
Mrs. Curmudgeon: “Oh my God! Are you OK?”
The Hobbit / Smaug. You can sit watching it and shout “Never Happened!” all. the. damn. time. and you’d be right more often than not.
OK, you also need “no FSCKING WAY!”, especially when barrels are involved. But impossible as it is, that also Never Happened.
Dayumn. There’s a book. And there’s a movie. And there’s a correlation with the name and
most many of the characters.
(And is it just me or did they skimp on the CGI? Some of those wargs reminded me of Apple ][ games, just a bit)
I suggest all of y’all out in the meme-o-sphere start using “slap the tree” in place of “jump the shark“.
How I met your mother should have been canned last season.
My parents bought this Avometer for me at a boot sale when I was most likely still in primary school. It didn’t work, of course. But it’s a neat piece of kit.
I remembered about it again the other day and went to find it in the attic where I do quite a bit of stowing.
A few decades worth of dirt.
Some cleaning and some googling and…
Hey! It’s a year older than I am (366 = March 1966).
I’ve never even seen one of the 15V batteries for sale anywhere, so these batteries have been in here since before I got the meter. And most of the time I’ve had it was spent in a hot attic. The batteries are flat, of course, but I would have expected things to look a whole lot worse.
Now I distinctly remember that I tried to find out what’s wrong with this meter, and at the time I concluded that the movement was not working. Well, it turns out that there’s nothing wrong with the movement. This is great news. Anything else is easier to fix than a d’Arsonval movement.
Here’s the damage. This is the 42.2 ohm resistor between the 10mA and 100mA taps on the DC switch (see the schematic at the end of the user manual) and I would say that it’s maximum power rating was exceeded…
I will see whether I can find or make or devise a replacement*, and I’ll clean up the outside.
Please, if you have one of these, be nice to it, don’t gut insides like this poepol did.
* Believe it or not, 42.2 Ohm is an E96 value, but I might need a higher wattage and I’d probably end up putting ten 422 Ohm 1% resistors in parallel.
Spotted in Blomvlei Road (at least the apostrophe is sort of better in the Google Street View version).