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Pumpkin innards look Spooky and Frightful for Macro Mondays prompt -spooky and frightful.
Happy Halloween!
Imagine, if you will, two old blokes who've known each other for ages. Theirs was the kind of relationship that speaks in silent codes. Shared experience has shaped them. They are synchronised, to a point. The elder one has status, is connected, or just nosey. The younger is respected by the older, but inquisitive. After the pleasantries, an inevitable question forms. What does Jack know that I don't: "Give us ya guts, officer". Always, always, he was "officer". Clearly there was something I didn't know. Some have access to arcane skills and knowledge. The rest of us are just human.
Some of you might recall that my 60D and 10-22 zoom tested Newton's Law of Universal Gravitation from a horse-drawn cart on Sark. What now looks like a bit of NASA surplus space junk is actually a Canon YG2-2158-000 FOCUSING ASS'Y USM and MIDDLE LENS ASS'Y CY3-2119-000. When the lovely people at Canon took my traumatised lens into the operating theatre and performed lifesaving surgery, they gave me the "guts" as a memento!
Yesterday, I made one of my uncommon visits to a Post Office. The charming and ever helpful clerk asked if I wanted to insure my package, as well as track it… I explained, in it's current state, it was maybe a doorstop or paperweight. Her advice? Save your money! Let them insure it when it comes back. You see, my EF 100-400mm f/4.5-5.6L IS II USM was, after refusing to focus and emitting strange growling noises, effectively worthless — not worth insuring until, when and if, its function was restored. Now its on its way to those same surgeons as did the subject of an impromptu physics experiment on Sark.
Quite likely, the last serious work that the zoom telephoto did was to keep watch on the family of Australian Hobbies who made their home in a disused raven's nest. They don't, as many other birds do, build their own nests — they just adopt someone else's. On the weekend just gone, while they thought the sound of a chainsaw — common enough in the bush — would not be noticed, some gutless individual took to the hobby's tree and lopped off its upper limbs and those of its neighbour. They hadn't bargained on the switched on local authorities who, springing into action by — I suppose the motivation of some dobber — took them down with the same lack of compassion they offered the trees, and the hobbies. I can't imagine a sanction cruel enough to offset this stupid act. Too late, their nest is gone, even if the trees — clipped but not killed — still stand. Perhaps nobody else cares? I'm gutted by this selfish, gutless act.
When the wizards restore and return my lens, it'll find new subjects. Watch this space…
For the curious: my camera was "mounted" on a concrete floor, the scene lit by bounce flash from a handheld Canon Speedlite 580EX II off a white ceiling, and the shutter released by an RS-60E3 Remote Switch. Now, I can probably retire these mementos…
Finally forced myself to cover LEGO PF motors with some greebling. The black battery awaits a sticker (and so does the door) but other than that - this part of the model is finished.
What I need now are the new, long and expensive linear actuators to finish the backhoe arm.
For a person of large girth, there is every possibility they'll definitely get their guts squeezed passing through the narrow ope, Squeeze Guts Alley, which runs between Duke Street and St Mary's Street in Truro. The ope is barely wide enough for one person to walk through and meeting anyone coming in the opposite direction certainly means squeezing your guts to pass by.
How, when and why it came by its name isn't known but the ope goes back many years and can be seen, unnamed, on a map of 1842. It can only be assumed "squeeze guts" was how everyone referred to this ope and the name stuck. Truro was both a market town and a stannary town and the opes gave workers and business people the ability to get about in haste to see to their business.
Squeeze Guts Alley would have been the shortcut for the principal inn, The Bull, in the town during the 17th century. It also provided quick access across the town to get to the quayside and the packet ships.
Certainly for me when I worked in Truro the opes provided me quick access from one street to street avoiding the crowds and saving precious minutes at lunchtime.
At top, the innards of vegan lasagna before it mingles with sauce and noodles and things and grows up pretty. I'm optimistic.
Below, Cranberry Apple pie. A lot of that is going inside me later.
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February 24th, 2008
I love Brand New.
Back in school they never taught us
what we needed to know
Like how to deal with despair
or someone breakin your heart
For twelve years I've held it all together
but a night like this is beggin to pull me apart
I played it quiet left you deep in conversation
I felt uncool and hung out around the kitchen
I remember I kept thinking
that I know you never would
And now I know I want to kill you
like only a best friend could
Everyone's caught on to everything you do
Everyone's caught on to...
As if it happening wasn't enough
I got to go and write a song
just to remind myself how bad it sucked
Ignore the sun, covers over my head
Wrote a message on my pillow that says
"Jesse, stay asleep in bed"
Don't apologize (I hope you choke and die!)
Search your cell for something which to hang yourself
They say you need to pray
if you want to go to heaven
But they don't tell you what to say
when your whole life has gone to Hell!
Everyone's caught on to everything you do
Everyone's caught on to...
Everyone's caught on to
(and I can't let you let me down again)
everything you do
Everyone's caught on to...
(and I can't let you let me down again)
So is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with
Cause I've seen more spine on jellyfish
I've seen more guts on eleven-year-old kids
Have another drink and drive yourself home
I hope there's ice on all the roads
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt
and again when your head goes through the windshield
Is that what you call tact?
You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back
So let's end this call and end this conversation
And is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with
Cause you left the frays from the ties you severed
when you say "best friends" means friends forever
Is that what you call a getaway?!!
Tell me what you got away with!!
Cause I've seen more spine on jellyfish!!
I've seen more guts on eleven-year-old kids!!
Have another drink and drive yourself home!!
I hope there's ice on all the roads!!
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt
then when your head goes through the windshield!!
(I can't let you let me down again)
Everyone's caught on to everything you do
(and I can't let you let me down again)
Everyone's caught on to...
(I can't let you let me down again)
Everyone's caught on to everything you do
(and I can't let you let me down again)
Everyone's caught on to...
AHHHH!!!