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The Dapper Dans of Main Street, Magic Kingdom, Walt Disney World, Florida. Fantastic barber-shop harmonies.
The Dapper Dan plush I had as a boy. It has laces, a zipper, a button, and a snap to teach kids how to dress themselves. It's awesome.
Ubuntu Dapper Beta
GTK2: Ubuntulooks "Rezblue"
Metacity: Clearlooks Custom Metacity Theme
Wallpaper: Simple Ubuntu
I should be doing album covers, but for now another #dapperlady from Lindy Focus.
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Taken on Dapper Day Spring 2016 in Walt Disney World's Magic Kingdom. Dapper Day is held twice a year at Disney parks in Florida, California, and Paris, and is a reason to dress in vintage or other upscale wear and both see and be seen. Visit www.dapperday.com for more information.
Dancing Mouse is now Dapper Mouse and just in time for the holiday!
Don't you wish he was bringing you chocolate?
Enjoy, the Oz
k5107 Screen Shadow
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CL133 Whimsical Wedding
My friend who showed up at hospital to see how we were doing and how her mom was doing too (since her mom fell onto mine - ya didn't mention that) anyways she thought we were too cute not to get a picture so I'm grateful we got one picture almost put together. Hubs doesn't have his bow tie on or his cut newsie hat. But at least we have one for the album!
Nighttime Hipshot. I wanted to do some work on this image, but kind of digging it for what it is.
Enjoy!
With summer approaching, Lunabee and I been planning a little trip to the south of France. It's been years since either of us had a proper holiday abroad, so we're keen to make the most of it. So in the spirit of raising some travel-funds, we came up with some little French robots and a little story about them!
These two are both Ruckuses called Garçon and Camembert, each comes with some tiny bread and cheese accessories made by Lunabee and painted by myself. Lunabee has painted these bots up delightfulyl and i've given them a weathered finish.
Both are are one-offs.
We hope you like them and hope to add some more little friends for them in the near future!
Backstory
The village was unremarkable in many ways. Small, as rural as could one could expect these days but with no major monuments, galleries or antiquities. Yet there was always tourists in this little piece of France. For those "in the know" the establishment was referred to as the Mechanical Cafe; it was run by robots.
This in itself was nothing unusual, every business used robots in one form or another and many of the best meals were produced by automatons with Michelin Cogs (the Stars were reserved for the human chefs) What made this eatery different was that the robots ran it. Entirely. There were no humans involved at all.
Garçon and Camembert fronted up the establishment, two early model Ruckuses that had been repainted and repurposed long ago. Sporting berets and cheeky expressions, their chassises were identical but their demeanors were not.
Garçon sported the usual "companion" head, detailed with stylish mustache and goatee. He was therefore mild, friendly, happy to help and serve. Taking orders, waiting tables and laying tableware faster than the eye could see, were all within his remit. A people-robot; he would even sketch your portrait on your receipt, most of which would later trade hands for far more than the cost of the meal.
Camembert did not have the regular head. His was salvaged from an old Rostrum, a heavy-lifting bot designed for production lines in factories. His tufty eyebrows and mustache were, of course, just painted on, but the appearance of age they gave, somehow suited his attitude. Working away at the back of the cafe, Camembert made the bread, cakes and cheeses with a somewhat grumpy gait. Where other robots might make every loaf identical, Camemberts wiring was a little off, and as a result, so were the shapes of his produce. It gave them a rustic feel.
Every day the cafe would open and close at exactly the same times, week-in, week-out, on holidays, in winter, during floods, it didn't matter.
There were many stories surrounding the strange situation - robots running their own business? What would they need the money for? How did they find themselves there? Just how long HAD they been doing this for?
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The village wasn't always so successful. In the past it had more closely resembling a ghost-town for much of the year. The cafe had been there as long as anyone could remember, but it used to have a man that ran it, no robots at all. Tho no one could remember his name. He mostly kept to himself, which was easy, as hardly anyone ever came to his premises. He would spend his days painting, drawing and looking out the window.
One autumn day a suited man came in and delivered a letter. His Uncle had passed away and bequeathed him some robots. Quite a few robots. Broken robots. They stood in his basement for quite a while, he had no idea what to do with them.
They had come with a book. It was a book on mechanical and electrical repair. He'd flicked through it a few times, but it wasn't until he happened upon the section on bodywork and repainting, that he got an idea.
A few weeks later, there was a robot standing outside the cafe. It didn't work, but it was painted all over and was sporting a dapper hat. A week later, there was another. Soon there was a whole crowd of them standing outside with quirky faces and silly signs. Word slowly got around and by the following summer, some people were visiting, just to see them and have their pictures taken with them.
A young woman came in to the cafe. At first the man paid no attention, she had a camera round her neck, she was clearly there for the robots. She sat down and ordered a peppermint tea, but when he turned to get it, she asked for the robot outside to serve her. Somewhat taken aback, the man informed her that they were broken and just for looking at now, but that he had a book if she wanted to get him going again, and gave it to her along with her tea.
The next day she returned, ordered her tea again, but also, the book. Every day she would come in, drink slowly and read the book. She would make small talk with the man, then leave, only to return the next day. It became a little routine that the man was thankful for and looked forward to that small portion of the day when she would be there, with him.
On a warm spring Sunday morning, the man arose to a tapping on his door. The girl had arrived early - before he'd even gotten dressed, let alone opened up! She ordered just a peppermint tea, seemingly unaware of the imposition caused in the current situation.
Begining to apologise and explain, she asked for the robot to serve her. Garçon turned, entered the cafe and started preparing the tea. Dumbstruck, the man followed the girl to her usual table where they were served two teas, efficiently and politely. The girl apologised and explained that she'd arrived some time earlier and repaired the least damaged of the robots as a surprise for him. The book had taught her everything she needed to know and that with a little time, she'd be able to get the rest of them working too.
Soon the cafe was full of people. It was full of robots too. They had all be repaired and were doing amazing business for the man! It had taken a while to fix some of the more damaged ones, but it had meant they'd been able to spend a lot of time in each other's company, and had grown... close.
A year after Garçon had first been reactivated, the robot opened up for his owners as usual, but there was no man. There was no girl either. The customers came and were served, but by the time Garçon was closing up, they'd still not appeared. The next day was the same. And the day after that.
If it had been within their programming, the robots would have noticed that most of their clothes had gone, as had the girl's hovercar and camera.
But it wasn't within their programming.
So they carried on opening up the store for him every day. Making bread for his customers. Depositing taking into his account and closing up at the end of the day. As the days turned into weeks, months, years and decades, they carried on. They carried on because they'd never been told to stop.
No one ever would.