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Thanks and a tip of the bunny ears to

porsupah for a mention and discussion of Cats Don't Dance in a post. It had been ages since I watched this flick, and as I only had the VHS I bought it on DVD for 'five and change' from Amazon. Saw it tonight and realized how much of it I'd forgotten and just how wonderful it was. Danny is a sweetheart, and Sawyer just knocks me off my feet! Heh, I only cried a couple of times...

The DVD format was excellent- clear and bright, and outstandingly colorful! I let it run through the credits and sighed at the list of voices used. And the animators and support staff looked to be all on-shore and not farmed out to Asian studios (the names were pronounceable).

One surprise among the animators-

(Picture taken from the 'net)

It was great to see this again!

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: T Rex

After finishing taxes today I used my Paint Shop Pro program to browse the files I saved off of my dying portable drive. This was fitting as PSP was my first picture editing software (and a bootleg version it was, in 1997). I'm floored at the information that was on here: my first webpages from both IDS.net (now defunct) and www.tigress.com/moonhare/ :o) So many pics! A lot of computer/mouse drawn and even more sketchy stuff. I'm so happy to see these again.

Like this one-

1997- Someone random in chat asked for a picture of a hug. Can't say if they liked this, but I did.

I had a happy half hour just browsing folders. The files range from 1996 to about 2011. I didn't read the text files but concentrated on the draws and other pictures: I'm a visual kind of fur ;o)

I remember drawing these rabbits during my "Franz Marc" period

I love Marc's use of colors and his mysticism and symbolism. I can't touch that, but at the time I was really into blues and yellows in my coloring and painting.

I used to draw randomly on whatever paper was available: I had it bad! I got the idea along the way to bind up pics in like groups, like this little book of deities-

I have to find that booklet again and look at what is included. I think my angus dei is in it along with my St. Luke draws, but maybe it's just some Babylonian stuff (like the water colored calf on the cover).

As I say to myself frequently, I need to get back into this again!

This entry was originally posted at http://moonhare.dreamwidth.org/38993.html.

Current Mood: ecstatic
Current Music: The Cure

I was doing some more barn cleaning today, a sad little task fraught with sad little ghosts. In the end stall, wherein hangs my Raleigh,

I chanced upon the decayed and scattered ruins of boxes which once held precious memories...

Goodness, what a wreck! The barn roof collapsed and rotted long ago, as these things were probably stored around 1980. On a hopeful whim I dug into the slimy mess, and immediately recognized an item I've been searching for (off and on) for the last 25 or so years!

( Surprise! )

c_eagle should recognize this :D

Current Mood: ecstatic
Current Music: Beautiful Blue, Mudcrutch

I could never be accused of being a Tom Petty fan, but I stumbled upon an amazing album tonight on Amazon Prime Music-

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Yes, you might see why I chose to click the album cover in Prime :D Apparently this was just released on May 20th, and here I can listen to it for free!

Love this song; very pretty, lilting... reminiscent of... something heard long ago.

Current Music: Mudcrutch

A movie starring Ben Vereen arrived in the ILL delivery at work today. My mind immediately recalled him as Mayor Ben...

I hadn't thought about this odd little show in years. :D

Let me share my pain-

Current Mood: nostalgic

Foxfire!

I have always been intrigued with 'glow in the dark' objects. As a child we had a plastic Reddy Kilowatt figure with light purple phosphorescent hands (similar to this one). I had one of those hands for years after Reddy was tossed out. And I had (still have) a Mattel ThingMaker for which they finally made glowing Plastigoop! I'll write about that some year... Oh, and my wrist watches with glowing hands. Well, that's some background.

I think the most fascinating of glowing objects, though, were the bioluminescent ones (I mentioned that in my fireflies post). A book given me by my grandmother, Voices in the Meadow, had a scene where the main characters sought out a rotting stump that glowed at night:

That passage primed my imagination, and from that point on I was determined to see this phenomenon for myself, thinking how cool it must be to find such an object in the woods at night...

And 51 years on I finally did! I wish I could say I saw a huge glowing stump, a dark mound surrounded by a greenish aura, but that didn't happen, nor matter to me. What I found I first attributed to glow worms (we have those wondrous things as well, in pulsating patches, here and there in the dark woods). No, I was walking through the dogs' yard, 9:30 at night, out among the hickories and near to the clumps of Indian Pipes, when I saw a faint green glow by a log. I reached down to feel if it was indeed worms in moist soil, but found instead glowing chips of wood! Nearby I found more tendrils of green glowing from a rotting log.

Honestly, I'll admit I cried, mushy as it sounds. This was a wonderful gift among all the delights I had seen all week, all Summer for that matter. I was able to share my discovery with my youngest son and my daughter. I can't share it here because my 'real' camera only exposes for two seconds max and the light was too faint to register. This is the log in daylight, though. I'll give it another look tonight after this posts* (the second night I looked for the foxfire it was gone, at least the chips I could find didn't or no longer glowed: the other log had pin-pricks of light).

I have seen the light!

*hooray! There was at least one chip visible :o)

Current Mood: accomplished
Current Location: home
Current Music: Eyes Of The World, Grateful Dead

I love watching fireflies. I can remember doing this years ago, when I was about four or five, at a friend's family's summer cabin in New York State. I also remember raccoons in their trash that night, but that's another story.

Two of my favorite books from childhood have fireflies in them. Sam and the Firefly, by P.D. Eastman, 1958, was my first. I spent years, off and on, trying to come up with this title while remembering only bits of the book itself. I chanced upon it in 1997 by doing a subject search for fireflies in children's books.

The second book wove a story around fireflies' lights. A copy of Voices in the Meadow, by J. Allen Bosworth, 1964, was given to me by my grandmother the year it was published. I read this over and over, but my copy was lost in a move a couple of years later.

When my children were young I'd take them out into our woods and fields to see the blinking greenish lights among the trees and grasses. Some nights there would seem to be hundreds! They'd start appearing in June and peak in mid-July. I've seen one solitary little light as late as November.

Tonight the yard is alive with sparks! They move silently through the canopy and some settle in the tufts of grassy lawn. The shrill bats are out as well, chasing mosquitoes mostly.

*sigh* I miss watching this show with my kids. At least my youngest still enjoys seeing these, albeit alone or with friends, and tells me how he remembers those days gone by.

Current Mood: melancholy
Current Location: home
Current Music: some Chopin

I've mentioned that I used to update my website's "Coltish Rambing" page every quarter to reflect the change in seasons... I haven't updated the site in a very long time now!

Happy Summer! (The page shown is in two parts, one over the other, due to capture limitations with archive.org - you can click the link for their Wayback 'full' copy, or each part to expand it and make it more readable :o)
( Large capture, I think... )

Current Mood: pensive
Current Location: home
Current Music: At The Zoo, Simon & Garfunkle

Back in the sixties I looked at the Chevrolet Corvair with amusement. It was small at a time when cars were huge. It had a little rear mounted engine instead of a mammoth front mounted V8. It barely fit four occupants comfortably where standard automobiles could hold five or six. It was also criticized by Ralph Nader in Unsafe at Any Speed for "tuck under" problems (until I read the wiki article had always thought it was the driver front fender gas tank that was the issue).

I caught a movie short this morning on TCM entitled The Corvair In Action. Watching the little car run through its paces filled me with nostalgia, and I think I actually may have considered buying one of these were I older 'back then.' A friend of my brother had one (with a dragon painted on the hood I believe) and he liked his well enough. Funny how things change: for a time I wanted a 52 Caddy, but settled on my 49 Chrysler instead.

The short!

Current Mood: contemplative
Current Location: home
Current Music: Do You Remember Rock And Roll Radio, The Ramones

( An illustrated ramble... )

Current Mood: introspective
Current Location: home
Current Music: George Thorogood

...to my wolfie friend,

dogteam .

And happy Lupercalia!

Current Mood: happy
Current Location: paddington
Current Music: The Wolf In You, Chama

The wind is rushing through the trees, sounding like a freight train. We've a foot or more of snow on the ground, and it just keeps falling. The power has blinked several times so I've run the heat up to an unprecedented 68°F so that in case we lose electricity the house may stay somewhat warm until it is restored. Nemo is, as predicted, a massive storm. Locals compare this to the "Blizzard of 1978:" I prefer to remember our 1968 blizzard instead as it sounded just like this one does!

In 1968 I had a poetry assignment where we had to assemble anthologies of favorite poets' works. Among my choices was Emerson's The Snow-Storm. It's a pretty piece, and it's where I first encountered the word maugre. I never use the word, but I remember Emerson's farmer on those rare occasions I see it in print. I wish I still had that folder I submitted: I drew a nice picture to go with the poem.

Maybe I can post some snow pics tomorrow, and catch up on reading friends' journals. That will be after we shovel out the anticipated 24" of snow.

Current Mood: anxious
Current Location: Paddington
Current Music: The Smiths