||[Jan. 8th, 2016|01:46 am]
I really ought to avoid Farcebook. That site is so cloggy that doing three or four things there can take an hour. Seriously, who designed that pie of crap? Zuckerberg's unpaid high school interns? And it's not my browser because I've used four different ones and they all get clogged. It could be just the lack of RAM on my aging computer, but that place is full of old people, many of who probably have computers as old as mine. I still have no idea why it has become the busiest site on the Intarwebs. Maybe people just get stuck there and never escape. Anyway it took up hours of my afternoon and evening and I never got around to posting an LJ entry for Thursday.|
But in the real world Thursday was about no more rain yet still no sun. There was mist now and then, but not enough to prevent the porch from drying out, so the feral cats could walk on it with their paws wet from crossing the lawn and leave tracks. Then when the sun went down and the slow, heavy clouds vanished into the darkness an owl turned up somewhere to the east, not too far away, and for about three hours I heard it hooting every time I went out. A noticeable fog appeared for a while, and the fog with the owl hoots lent the night an eerie quality I found irresistible. That's where much of the evening went.
I've made tentative arrangements to go shopping tomorrow, even though it will probably start raining again by afternoon. Sunday is still expected to be clear, but nothing is certain this year, and I'd just as soon get the shopping over with tomorrow even if I get wet. If that happens I can always dry out when I get home. Water never stays in one place for long, once you've gotten out of it.
I love the thought of hearing an owl hooting in the mist! Crows this city street has in abundance, but I've never seen an owl here. Seagulls, yes, but there's no romance there. *weeps*
I saw a Vine clip yesterday of some young woman opening the door to her porch of a morning (the day after she had fed one of the neighborhood cats, goes the notation) only to find about a dozen cats meowing at her like Götterdämmerung. I'll try to find it again. I thought of you feeding the ferals!
OK, it looks like I failed to reblog the cats at the door, but I did reblog this, which is lovely and cat-related: king kitty
We seldom get to see owls here either, since they are mostly nocturnal birds, but those of us who stay up late enough (or rise early enough) get to hear them fairly often. Crows we see (and hear) daily. Seagulls rarely get this far inland, but I have seen them here a couple of times.
It's really the woodpeckers who set the tone for this woody neighborhood, though. Sometimes it's like I'm living downstairs from Woody and he's having a party for all his friends.
Götterdämmerung aptly describes a feral cat feeding.
It's odd, but of all the cartoons ever on tv when I was a kid, Woody was my most-unfavoritest. I hated that voice. I also hated the roadrunner, though, and always rooted for Wile E. Coyote.
I was not fond of Woody myself, though I certainly like the real woodpeckers we have here. Something that the Internets just told me is that Woody's voice was done by Grace Stafford
, aka Mrs. Walter Lantz.
Of all the anthropomorphized fowl in Cartoonland I think I liked Daffy Duck best, though I was also fond of Heckle and Jekyll.Edited at 2016-01-10 01:46 am (UTC)
She was in the film version of Anthony Adverse? I didn't know they made one! I remember the tiny-town Hoosier library I spent untold hours in, with its dusty copy of that enormous novel on its shelves. (I lived there, pretty much.) Huh. Imagine that your most memorable role was Woody Woodpecker's voice. :D
I loved Daffy Duck too, though Donald grew on me as I got older, maybe because I identified with his short temper!
They ran Anthony Adverse on TCM not long ago, and I watched it, but I don't recall the ending. I think it might have been one of the many times I fell asleep before a movie ended.