28 thoughts on “Tuesday: Hili dialogue”

  2. It looks like she’s listening to someone talk to her. Maybe it’s Ceiling Cat.

  3. I think the Sun is admiring Hili just as much as she’s admiring the Sun. There’s a very tight bond between cats and the Sun, one that’s obvious and quite understandable, but the depths of which I’m certain we’ll never fully comprehend.

    b&

    1. The Sun?
      Oh, you mean the Hili-warming lamp that intermittently warms the fur? She’s really got to get that better trained – it’s very inconsistent about it’s appearances. Bad sun-lamp!
      Didn’t someone just turn the Moon off for you in the local night?

      1. Hey, at least some of us have the good sense to choose to live somewhere that we can regularly look upon the Face of the Most High God!

        And, alas — for weeks I’ve been planning on photographing last night’s eclipse…but the remnants of a tropical storm rolled in Monday with an unbroken cloud cover that’s supposed to spit on us today. I might do some spitting, myself….

        b&

        1. That’s what you get for careful preparation for an astronomical event.
          When I joined my current employer in 1991, I was asked if I’d got any holiday bookings outstanding. After a few seconds thought, I specified a total eclipse of the Sun : 11 August, 1999.
          Rain was threatening from a 80%+ cloud-covered sky until about 1 minute before second contact. Then one of my cameras jammed, necessitating the fastest film-change of my life. and only then did the sky clear. Oh, did I mention having to build a solar filter for an under-prepared Italian from scraps in my camera bag in the preceding 15 minutes. Gaffer tape and aluminised mylar – don’t leave home without them, even if it takes your rucksack over 50kilos.

          1. That’s the essence of preparation…multiple backups, because you know something is going to go tits-up, and likely more than just one something.

            I had a fortuitous example of that just last night…a local community college orchestra found itself bereft of trumpets. The conductor is a friend, called me, and asked if I could do a rehearsal and the concert, which I did. Got to the concert last night, realized I had left the penguin suit’s shirt at home. Fortunately, not only was I wearing a black T-shirt that day anyway, attire was “black,” not necessarily “concert black.” Some had white shirt and bow tie, but many had all sorts of other variations, and I fit right in.

            I realized, though, that I can now afford to have an “emergency tuxedo” stashed away in both cars for exactly such future brainfarts. (Cheap used rental tuxes are easy to be had for under $100 — a considerable sum in my college days, but well worth the peace of mind today. And throw in a few pennies more for a couple pairs of cheap shoes, etc., of course.) It’s now on the to-do list, likely to be done this week…and me left pondering why I didn’t think to do it sooner….

            b&

          2. Stealing from–was it Eric?–in a previous thread…it must be Somebody’s Law that no matter how many contingencies you plan for (N) the amount you run into will always equal N = 1.

          5. Along with my dress kilt (I don’t have a drinking kilt. yet) I keep a couple of “highlander” shirts. Not one, but two. You see, there was this dive-bombing seagull.
            In Glasgow, they consider that a sign of good luck. Which says more about Glasgow than it does about seagull shit stains down the back of your shirt.
            The question is not “Am I paranoid?” ; it’s “Am I paranoid enough?”
            I’ve been assigned for a HTHP well in the next few weeks. Where’s my paranoia pills.

          6. Heh…the only time a gull has thus blessed me, I was at the beach and had been swimming a short time earlier. A quick dip back in the ocean was obviously called for….

            b&

          8. Yes! There are! And they even have wings, and fly…and shit all over you when you’re talking to a cute bikini-clad girl on the beach….

            b&

          9. I refer the Honourable Lady to my previous comments concerning a sadistic, psychotic and sociopathic god.

          12. No, we have a harbour for that. Also lamp posts and chains for the Stag (groom, on his last night of “Freedom”). And tar, And feathers. And strip joints. All the makings of a night to be forgotten.

          14. Ah, we’re at the limits of the WordPress message threading system. [Sigh] Artificial limits.

  6. Andrzej has to trim (*) the cherry trees? Lot of work there!
    (*) I’d call it “pollarding”, but such terminology is rather parochial, and probably has a different name even 100km from where I learned to swing a bill-hook.

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