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  2. Friday

    TGIF! it has been such a rough week, that when my wife wanted to go to a bunch of quilt shops in Vermont this weekend I am actually looking forward to it. At least the scenery is nice and the Vermont drivers are very polite!
  3. Ahab in the Afterlife

    Good one JIm. Thanks for sharing!
  4. Thursday

    Good news OG. Glad the worst is over.
  5. Friday

    Morning all. Clear skies and 34F. Under a Winter Storm Warning thru the middle of Saturday. Rain, freezing rain, sleet and up 3-6 inches of snow possible late tonight until mid-day tomorrow. Mostly cloudy, rain develops late this afternoon. Windy. Winds out of East at 10-20 MPH and Gusty. High of 48F.
  6. Ahab in the Afterlife

    A good read, as always. Thanks for posting, Jim. Of course, when I hear the name "Ahab", I also think of this.
  7. Chevrolet Ad - March 1943 1942: During World War II, the U.S. government began moving Japanese-Americans from their West Coast homes to detention centers. 1942: The British convoy, have escaped serious damage are approaching Malta. However, it is here that they come under concentrated air attack which sinks 1 freighter and damages another, although the other two freighters make it safely in to the port of Valleta. However, air attacks against the docks at Valletta made it very difficult to unload. *Hazel Court 1942: The Japanese occupy the Anadaman Islands in the Indian Ocean. 1942: Port Moresby is again attacked by Japanese aircraft. Hazel Court 1945: The RAF launches a devastating raid (300 bombers) against Hildesheim near Hannover, a small city of little military and industrial importance. 1945: The U.S. Third Army crosses the Rhine North of Worms, as the British Second and Canadian First Armies begin their assault across the Rhine above the Ruhr. Hazel Court 1945: The Russian reach the outskirts of Danzig and Gotenhafen. 1945: Colonel Benjamin O. Davis prepares to fly cover with the 332nd Fighter Group on a bombing mission over Berlin. Davis will later become the first African-American to be promoted to the rank of Major General. Hazel Court *Court was born in Sutton Coldfield, Warwickshire, lived in the Boldmere area and attended Boldmere School and Highclare College. Her father was G.W. Court, a cricketer who played for Durham CCC. At the age of fourteen, she studied drama at the Birmingham Repertory Theatre and the Alexandra Theatre, also in Birmingham, England. At the age of sixteen Court met film director Anthony Asquith in London, which won her a brief part in Champagne Charlie (1944). Court won a British Critics Award for her role as a crippled girl in Carnival (1946) and also appeared in Holiday Camp (1947) and Bond Street (1948). Her first role in a fantasy film was in Ghost Ship (1952). One of Court's most remembered films is the cult classic Devil Girl from Mars (1954). She trained at the Rank Organisation's "charm school". Court wanted to act in comedy films but she also continued to appear in horror films and, in 1957, had what was to become a career-defining role in the first colour Hammer Horror film The Curse of Frankenstein. In the 195758 television season, she appeared in a CBS sitcom filmed in England, Dick and the Duchess, in the role of Jane Starrett, a patrician Englishwoman married to an American insurance claims investigator living in London, a role played by Patrick O'Neal. Court traveled back and forth between Hollywood and England, appearing in four episodes of Alfred Hitchcock Presents. She had parts in A Woman of Mystery (1958), The Man Who Could Cheat Death (1959) and Doctor Blood's Coffin (1961) among others. Hazel Court By the early 1960s, Court had permanently moved to the United States. She was featured in the Edgar Allan Poe horror films The Premature Burial (1962), The Raven (1963) and The Masque of the Red Death (1964), the last two with Vincent Price. In 1981 Court appeared briefly in the third Omen film, The Final Conflict, although she was uncredited. She also appeared in episodes of several TV series, including Adventures in Paradise, Mission: Impossible, Bonanza, Dr. Kildare, Danger Man, Twelve O'Clock High, Burke's Law, Sam Benedict, Gidget, Mannix, The Wild Wild West, "Thriller", and in The Fear, the penultimate episode of the original 1960's The Twilight Zone. Court was married to Irish actor Dermot Walsh from 1949 until their divorce in 1963. They had a daughter, Sally Walsh, who appeared with her mother in The Curse of Frankenstein. From 1964 until his death in 1998, she was married to American actor Don Taylor, who was divorced in 1955 from actress Phyllis Avery. Court retired from the film acting business in 1964 to concentrate on being a wife and mother. Court and Taylor met while they were shooting an episode of Alfred Hitchcock Presents. They had a son, Jonathan, and a daughter, Courtney. In addition to acting, she was also a painter and sculptress, and studied sculpting in Italy. Court wrote her autobiography, Hazel Court Horror Queen, which was published by Tomahawk Press in the UK (April 2008) and in the US (June 2008). Court died of a heart attack at her home near Lake Tahoe, California, on 15 April 2008, aged 82. She is survived by daughters Sally Walsh and Courtney Taylor, son Jonathon Taylor and two stepdaughters, Anne Taylor Fleming and Avery Taylor. She was cremated and her ashes scattered at sea. Hazel Court once said in an interview "Just in case I should pop off to heaven in the night, I always remember to wash up, plump-up the cushions and straighten up after a dinner party. I wouldn't want everyone to come in and find it a mess. It's very English of me."Chevrolet Ad - March 1945
  8. Friday

    Chilly morning y'all. Clear skies and 28F, expecting a mostly sunny day with a high of 53F.
  9. Thursday

    Glad that you are feeling better.
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  11. Ahab in the Afterlife

    Interesting. If an Outsider is one of those whale probe things from Star Trek IV: ...then just harpooning the thing might have been easier than going back in time to retrieve those humpback whales from the 20th century.
  12. Ahab in the Afterlife

    The muse appeared after a long absence, somewhat disheveled and reeking of bad whisky. Anyhow, she carried a page torn from a book. Scrawled on the page was the basic idea for this tale. Having writ, I decided to inflict it on you lot. Ahab in the Afterlife Fifth Under Clerk Boswell watched as the last occupant of Purgatory made his way up to the reception desk. The man stumped his way slowly up the last steps and looked around. “A sailor, sir,” whispered Bartleby, Second Scrivener. He stood behind and slightly to one side of the Under Clerk. “Obviously,” sneered Boswell. “What gave you the first clue? The wooden leg? Tattered pea coat?” Bartleby shot a quick, graphic gesture toward Boswell's back. “Skin that remains sun-darkened even after years in the Purg, sir. What is that great spear he's dragging along?” “Search me. You're the keeper of odd information. Fifth Under Clerks can't be bothered with such trivia.” Boswell sniffed. “Whatever it is, he'll have to leave it outside.” “I'm sure you're right, sir.” Privately Bartleby wondered if he shouldn't call Security. The approaching man's face had a hard, vicious cast to it. “Good day,” called Boswell as the hulking figure halted a few steps from the desk. “Your name, please, so we may decide your future status.” “Have ye seen him?” cried the man. “Moby Dick. Have ye seen the creature?” “Ah . . .” Boswell glanced around, startled. “We – we have no – have welcomed no one by that name.” He dove to the white marble floor, dodging the mad motion of the wooden handled implement gripped in the man's right fist. “Moby Dick. That be his name. The White Whale!” Boswell huddled behind his desk. “We – that is – Bartleby! Call Security before this madman takes my head off!” Bartleby had already moved well beyond reach of the spear. “I believe it to be a harpoon, sir. Not a spear. Our mariner was evidently a whaler in life.” Calming somewhat, the man turned his ferocious glare on the Second Scrivener. “A whaler I am. Ahab, by name.” “Ahab. Ahab.” Bartleby ignored his whining Under Clerk and made his way to a bank of files. “The name is familiar.” He pawed through a pile of scrolls and selected one. “Here it is. The Final Sinner in Purgatory to be Granted Early Entrance to the Celestial Realm On Account of Closure of That Same Venue; to wit: Purgatory. Your name is therein inscribed, Mr. Ahab.” “Captain Ahab, to you, sonny.” Bartleby bowed. “Of course, Captain. A thousand pardons.” Ahab banged the marble floor with his harpoon. “Moby Dick! The White Whale! For nigh on two hundred years I searched Purgatory for the beast. Not a trace. Where lies the Celestial Ocean? There he will be, there I will hunt and kill him again. He will not escape me.” Fifth Under Clerk Boswell climbed back into his chair and made an attempt to regain control. “Sir. Mister . . . ah . . . Captain. Please put down your weapon. You can't take that thing into Heaven.” In answer, Ahab snapped the harpoon down, bringing it to a rock steady position a hairbreadth from Boswell's left eye. “Can't what? See that iron? Forged in blood it was. With it I took Moby Dick's life and with this same iron I will rid Heaven of the beast.” Boswell fainted. His slack body slid to the floor. Ahab glared at Bartleby. “Who is he? Has he no taste for sharp iron?” “His name is Boswell, Captain. He has no taste for melodrama, especially in the form of dangerous equipage and weaponry.” “Well . . . I'll not have him sailing with me on the hunt for the White Whale.” “A prospect that is unlikely to dismay him, Captain.” Bartleby hesitated. “I may have information that will be of value to you – in your hunt.” Ahab clumped around Boswell's desk and sat in the Under Clerk's chair. “Don't try to hinder my quest. I would smite the Creator himself were he to stand in my way.” “Exactly, Captain. That sort of language, by the way, is the main reason for your extended stay in Purgatory.” “So. I may have to moderate my speech, if not my intents. I had thought the long sentence had to do with the so-called “madness” of my quest.” “Oh, no. We get those all the time. You can't imagine how many take up the quest to find the Holy Grail.” “Hunting the White Whale is no paltry quest.” The Captain massaged the flesh just above his wooden leg. “Moby Dick took my leg, then my life – but not before I killed him.” “Actually, Captain. Moby Dick didn't die.” “Didn't die? Moby Dick not dead? How can it be?” “Our records indicate that Moby Dick swam away from your place of death, wounded but not unto death. Your . . . ah . . . your remains were attached to the whale by a tangle of ropes.” “The creature bore me away? And him still living. When did he die?” “We don't record such deaths, Captain. It might have been noted in your record if he had died as a result of your . . . harpooning.” The old Captain sat silent for a long time. Boswell began to stir. Finally, Ahab stood up, leaning heavily on his harpoon. For the first time he had the look of a tired old man. “Send me back.” “Pardon? Back where?” “Purgatory or Hell. It matters not to me. I am no fit occupant for Heaven.” “You'd be surprised, Captain.” Bartleby smiled. “Besides, Hell won't have you. Never would. It's in your record. I think they believe you'd soon be in charge. You're not a man to tolerate slackness.” “The road to Hell is crowded with idlers and slackers,” muttered Ahab. “Purgatory, then.” “Out of the question. The place is closed. Orders of the Church.” Ahab sagged even further. “Back to Earth?” “Impossible. But whales aren't hunted there anymore.” Bartleby thought of what Ahab would make of the current inhabitants of Earth. “You wouldn't like it, Captain.” “What then? I am no psalm singer.” “Actually, we don't do much of that here.” The Second Scrivener consulted a card file. “Here's a possibility. The Forces of Good are heavily engaged with things from outside the Galaxy, out on one of the spiral arms . . .” Bartleby's voice trailed off as he saw blank incomprehension on Ahab's face. “Ah . . . just think of it as a distant part of Creation.” “Aye. Outsiders? Some of Moby's kind, I'll warrant.” “Well . . . Moby Dick wasn't really an outsider, but if the analogy works, hang on to it. These Outsiders need hunting and killing . . . or at least to be driven away.” Ahab straightened up. “Sounds fine to me.” He glanced up at the Pearly Gates. “Where can I . . ?” “Go? A guide will be along in a moment.” “No.” The Captain shuffled his foot. “I need to go . . . you know? It's been a long time.” “Oh, sure. Through the gate, first building on the right.” “Thank you.” Again Ahab hesitated. “Can I take my harpoon?” “Take it with you. I have no idea how Outsiders are fought. A harpoon might be just the thing.” End
  13. Interpretation of SSD files

    Tricky, tricky, tricky
  14. Thursday

    Cloudy and gray with a light wind blowing. Snow cover is reduced to "patchy". Looks like a 35-40 degree day with rain at times. My cold is better and the antibiotics seem to be handling the sinus infection. Life looks a lot better. Jim
  15. Thursday

    morning all, light snow , missed another big Nor' easter!
  16. Wednesday

    Look at it this way Whiz, at least you still recognize what rain looks like.
  17. Thursday

    Morning all. 24F under clear skies. Partly cloudy today. Little wind. High of 49F. Stans, sounds like your shaman should change jobs. Like becoming a greater at Walmart.
  18. Thursday

    Morning y'all, the weather shaman got it wrong again. Temperatures were supposed to drop into the upper 20's last night, freezing all the slush and melt on the roads. Schools, colleges, and many businesses are opening late this morning, based on that forecast. It's just a bit before 6AM and it has finally dropped to 33F, but it has been 35F all night. Looking out the window, I see... partly cloudy skies and no snow. It's gone, melted, and the road looks dry. Expecting a partly cloudy day with a high of 53F. Looking at the 10-day forecast, looks like spring arrives around the middle of next week, but there is another potential snow event this weekend.
  19. Bendix Aviation Ad - March 1943 1940: U-boats sink seven neutral ships. 1942: Late in the afternoon after an unsuccessful Italian torpedo-aircraft attack, Admiral Iachino's squadron engages the British convoy. This protected itself with a smokescreen, but the cruiser HMS Cleopatra was damaged. Admiral Philip Vian, commanding the British escorts, now sent his destroyers in a torpedo attack on the Italian battleship Littorio. However, by now it was getting dark and so Admiral Iachino turned away from the British convoy and sailed for home. *June Haver 1942: A Polish newspaper editor is beheaded for listening to the BBC, as German terror continues in Poland. 1942: Japanese aircraft attack Darwin. June Haver 1943: German troops recapture Belgorod. 1943: Newly built gas chamber/crematory IV opens at Auschwitz. June Haver 1944: Alexander halts the frontal attacks on Cassino. 1944: British tanks rout a Japanese tank force at Tamu in India. June Haver 1945: The U.S. First Army's bridgehead at Remagen is now 30 miles long. Units of the US Third Army cross the Rhine at Oppenheim south of Mainz against minimal German resistance. 1945: The Japanese, facing food shortages at home and among their troops, launch a 60,000-man offensive to seize the wheat crop in central China near Hankow. June Haver *June Haver was born on June 10, 1926, in Rock Island, Illinois, with the birth name of June Stovenour. Her parents divorced at an early age and she was adopted by Bert Haver, her stepfather. Her mother and new father moved to Cincinnati, where she appeared on the stage for the first time at the age of six in a local theater production of "Midnight in a Toyshop". Very soon after, June was winning musical contests around the Queen City. By 1936, little June and her mother had returned to the city of her birth, after a film screen test the year before. It was here that she blossomed even further with her singing, appearing on local radio. Later, while touring with various musical bands, June and her mother found their way to sunny California, in the entertainment mecca of Los Angeles. While in high school, she played in various secondary productions. In 1942, at the age of 16, June joined Fox Studios as a fringe actress. Dropped because the studio thought she was too young, they signed her the following year to appear in "The Gang's All Here" (1943). It was an uncredited part, but a start in the film world, nonetheless. Unless one looked hard, she would have been easy to miss in the film. Her next one with Fox was in 1944's "Home in Indiana" (1944). But it was her next film where she was able to showcase her acting talent in "Irish Eyes Are Smiling" (1944). In 1945, she appeared in "Where Do We Go from Here?" (1945) with her future husband, Fred MacMurray, who she wed in 1954. It was the only film the two of them would be in together. In 1946, at the age of 20, June got top billing for the first time in "Three Little Girls in Blue" (1946). Her only other film that year was "Wake Up and Dream" (1946). After only one film in 1947, June resurfaced the next year in the utterly forgettable "Scudda Hoo! Scudda Hay!" (1948). This was one of the starting vehicle's for a rising talent named Marilyn Monroe. In 1949, June was in two productions. They were "Look for the Silver Lining" (1949) and "Oh, You Beautiful Doll" (1949). By now, it was obvious that she was being groomed to take over the Fox throne held by Betty Grable. It was not to be, because June was about to leave films, altogether. The filming of 1953's "The Girl Next Door" (1953) proved to be her last silver screen appearance. She had announced, the year before, that she would become a nun after her contract ran out. She had been engaged to studio dentist, John Duzik when he died unexpectedly from complications from surgery. Shortly afterward, in February of 1953, true to her word, she joined a convent in Xavier, Kansas with the intention of becoming a nun. Was happy there until a serious illness forced her to leave and return to California in September 1953. Although she had planned to return to the convent after her recovery, she never did. It was after she left the convent that she was seen with Fred MacMurray. After they were wed, the couple adopted twin girls. June's last foray into the glare of the camera lights was when she played herself in the television production of "The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour" (1957). She died of respiratory failure in Brentwood, California on July 6, 2005. June Haver TRIVIA: Measurements: 34-23-35 Her sisters followed her to Hollywood and served as her stand-ins, while her mother was Haver's personal secretary. First husband, Jimmy Zito, was a trumpeter whom she met while performing as a teenage "big band" singer. The marriage lasted barely a year (1947-1948). Nicknamed the "pocket Grable," she was making $3,500 a week at 20th Century Fox when she said goodbye to it all and became a novice nun in the Sisters of Charity convent. In 1996 she sold her and her late husband's 1,500-acre Healdsburg ranch to the Gallo family. She maintained a home in Brentwood. She died in her Brentwood estate in 2005. Evans Products Company Ad - March 1944
  20. Wednesday

    You don't keep a small part of the harvest from your "herb" garden indoors?
  21. Interpretation of SSD files

    Indeed! That makes much more sense. ...although I succeeded in bringing DrKevDog out of retirement.
  22. Interpretation of SSD files

    Great analysis
  23. Interpretation of SSD files

    Your statement about 'debris/explosions' I agree with but I'm not thinking it's collateral. What we have done before generated statements in my notes suggesting that the 4F opcode lines, in addition to defining the coordinates, gives a lookup value for the specific index in the list of explosions found in the explosions section of the redxxxx.txt files. 0 0 ex_l_1 1 1 ex_l_2 2 2 ex_l_3 3 3 ex_l_4 4 4 ex_l_5 5 5 ex_w_1 6 6 ex_hit1 7 7 ex_hit3 8 8 ex_hit5 9 9 ex_can_l 10 a ex_smk_1 11 b ex_smk_2 12 c ex_smk_3 13 d ex_smk_4 14 e ex_smk_5 15 f fx_hit 16 10 fx_miss 17 11 ex_can_w 18 12 ex_lcrsh 19 13 ex_wcrsh 20 14 ex_vol_1 21 15 ex_vol_2 22 16 ex_vol_3 23 17 ex_vol_4 24 18 ex_vol_5 25 19 ex_acrsh 26 1a ex_ls1 27 1b ex_ls2 28 1c ex_ls3 29 1d ex_ls4 30 1e ex_ls5 31 1f ex_smks1 32 20 ex_smks2 33 21 ex_smks3 34 22 ex_smks4 35 23 ex_smks5 36 24 ex_vols1 37 25 ex_vols2 38 26 ex_vols3 39 27 ex_vols4 40 28 ex_vols5 If that is correct, it would indicate that the explosions referenced for damage levels 1,2 &3, for rig_1.ssd is ex_smks2 and that for damage level 4 is ex_smks1. The 5 ex_smks ssd files are nearly identical with the basic difference being a gradient of scale (block 6).
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  25. Wednesday

    Bloody Hell, it's raining! Now what do I do?
  26. Wednesday

    snow on tap here anywhere for 5-8 inches hopefully not more!
  27. Wednesday

    Wintry morning y'all, 32F with sleet and freezing rain, soon to switch to snow. Expecting snow pretty much all day with very slowly rising temperatures. Temperatures should peak out at 38F around 4PM today, then the snow stops, then temperatures drop to 30F, so any melt can freeze. Local schools, colleges, and many businesses are on a 2 hour delay this morning, but some are now announcing they will be closed today.
  28. Again, well preserved at that depth. Hopefully deep enough that unauthorized people will not attempt to scavenge the wreck for souvenirs. Rest in peace, brave sailors of the USS Juneau.
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