Is the White House wise to the GOP’s infrastructure ruse? (Washington Post)
- Ready for Love (1934)
- Bright Eyes (1934)
- The Dark Angel (1935)
- Fury (1936)
- The Buccaneer (1938)
- Barefoot Boy (1938)
- Stablemates (1938)
- The Wizard of Oz (1939)
- The Women (1939)
- Bad Little Angel (1939)
- Calling Philo Vance (1940)
- The Ghost Comes Home (1940)
- Son of the Navy (1940)
- Cinderella’s Feller (1940, Short)
- The Old Swimmin Hole (1940)
- The Chocolate Soldier (1941)
- Rings on Her Fingers (1942)
- Twin Beds (1942)
- Tortilla Flat (1942)
- George Washington Slept Here (1942)
- The Heavenly Body (1944)
- Adventures of Rusty (1945)
- Easy to Look At (1945)
This is the entire filmography of an actor named Terry, a versatile actor who did her own stunts and was in fact one of the most sought after, best-paid actors in the business at the time.
You know her as Toto.
She was a cairn terrier.
“When are you gonna start?”
I joked with the nice lady after she got done administering my second COVID shot. It really was that well-administered, I barely felt the pinch. And, so far, 24 hours later, the only symptom I’m experiencing is a sore left arm.
The bad of it is that as I drove to the appointment (near Gates, of all places), I noticed the battery light was on. The car has been acting a little weird anyway, stuttering a bit at < 20 MPH. So, I set up an appointment at my local Monroe Muffler. I need a state inspection and an oil change (probably) anyway. The initial appointment, which I set up online, was 11:30 a.m. today. When I got there, the guy said they had sent an email suggesting Friday 9 a.m. Okay fine, probably better because it will allow more time before my shift starts. So I got back home and somehow got started with the next phase of my entertainment center rewire project. I think they turned out pretty nice. No more risk of crossed lines. Nice and neat. I like it.
I think I was 16 when my Dad and I drove to the local Circuit City and picked up a spiffy new Kenwood tuner for me. I think it was a birthday present. The beauty of this tuner was the remote control, you could mute the thing from across the room via remote, and the remote actually moves the volume rocker, so it maintains an analog aesthetic. And the thing has been the main audio engine of my entertainment center ever since.
This isn’t to say that the thing hasn’t seen some wear and tear. The remote had stopped working, especially on the volume. Seeing as how I have a few days PTO where I don’t have to telecommute, I thought I might see if a light internal dusting would fix these issues.
So I took the components off the system table and gave it a through dusting with some Murphy’s Wood Soap and microfiber cloth. I unscrewed the tiny screws in the tuner and tossed them into a clean coffee mug, and nervously removed the top (my brother is the one with training in this kind of thing, not me). I used my trusty power duster to blast out the ancient dust therein, then plugged it in to test. The volume rocker still would not budge for my remote.
I did find two further issues, the first a simple fix: There was a sticky goo on the remote sensor on the tuner’s front. Once I cleaned this up, guess what happened? The remote worked a bit better. Duh.
I also noticed that the volume knob is loose. There appears to be a tiny post next to it that it’s supposed to be glued to, but it has since come loose. If I push the volume unit forward so it is flush with the front panel, the remote works perfectly. But I am a bit too nervous to go injecting any sort of glue into the thing, so I’ve elected to leave this as is for now. I do feel like the dusting did some good, however.
The rest of my setup will also get an upgrade; I mean, why bother removing all the components if I’m not going to put it back together with a bit more care? New 16-gauge speaker wire. Flex-pin connectors are on order so cutting, stripping, and crimping will be a one-time chore. I may not even get all the work done before I’m back to the job on Thursday. Probably won’t, actually. But this time, the thing’s gonna get put together with some care. It’s gonna sound great.
Guilty on all counts. Enjoy spending the rest of your life in solitary, you murdering cop.
- The Girl in the Kent State Photo (The Washington Post)
In July 2010, Prince released an album called 20Ten, but it was not released for sale in the United States. They gave it away in England, France, and Germany, stuffing them into periodicals in those countries. Of the unconventional release method, Prince said at the time, “the best way to go… no charts, no internet piracy and no stress.”
And no CD for Aaron!
Years later, thanks to a little gizmo called “Spotify,” I got to hear the thing, at least. And the thing is, it’s really good! It may be one of the better Prince albums, another pleasant surprise such as his Chaos and Disorder. I really came to enjoy 20Ten and, in fact, it often births earworms.
So in one of my Prince Facebook groups one day, someone brings up 20Ten. And I went on and on about my fanaticism for this album and lamented that I had not been able to acquire a copy because of the whole being a Yankee thing.
This guy responds: Hey, I have many copies of it, so, PM me your address, and I’ll send you one.
I did, and he did, and it arrived today, straight from Ireland. And, in fact, he sent two.
Prince fans are like that. Paisley Park is U no where it is.