Lazy Sunday

One of the reasons you can tell that it’s a lazy Sunday is that the titular post goes live on Monday. Oh, well . . . whatcha gonna do. 

Notice: photos of spiders later in this post. 

FYI, as usual, click on any photo for a larger version. There’s a gallery at the end of the post, and there’s a SmugMug Gallery HERE. Note that the photos are a mix of D7000, P900, and my Samsung Note II captures. Quality varies. 

Anyway, I have a couple of great ideas for short stories . . . but it’s one of them days when ideas are best left simmering for a bit longer. I suppose I could get back to editing stuff. Or, maybe, finding other places to submit some of my stories (boy, that’s getting tedious). Or, I could get back to my research.

The research I’m doing involves reading a variety of published works (novels and short stories) as I try to glean “the secret.” So far, I ain’t gleaning squat. Frankly, if I weren’t forcing myself, I would give up on 90% of what I’m reading. 

It’s disheartening because I can point to only one novel that I’ve read that actually has me curious as to where it’s going. The title is Secondborn by Amy Bartol. However, it’s the first book in a series, and I don’t have the temperament for open-ended series (meaning, the books are not stand-alone). The fact I have to wait for the second book and that I see the basis for certain irritating plot elements skillfully laid before me means that I’ll probably pass on the sequel. We’ll see. 

Of all the short stories I’ve read, and I’ve read a bunch, I can’t — as I sit here — recall any that made an impression on me. I vaguely remember a few that kept my interest until they crashed and burned trying to stick the ending. 

Understand, it’s not them; it’s me. I’m particular in what I like.

For instance, I watched the ultra-contrived and incredibly feeble Star Trek Beyond. Holy crap on a cracker! I mean, we sat through it in shock, unable to avert our eyes, and I only managed to snap out of it at the pinnacle of inane stupidity . . . the bad guy is holding a weapon he plans to use to kill millions, but Kirk has the drop on him, phaser aimed, good stance, point-blank range (which is, in itself, stupid) . . . and Kirk starts chatting, trying to convince the guy to give up. 

You. Moronic. Idiot. 

One, you’ve done nothing but try to kill each other for the greater part of the movie, and now, with the lives of millions at stake, you chat. 

Two, unless they’ve changed Star Trek Canon, the Phaser can stun a living organism. I would recommend disintegrating the bastard (saves the cost of a trial) but even if suddenly suffering from a bout of “let the bastard live,” the least you can do is stun him. Heck, you can then chat with him through the force field of a prison cell. Damn, Kirk, you could have saved him just by stunning him and then you could have gotten his life’s story over the course of his life sentence. 

Of course, I shouldn’t have been surprised since Kirk and Chekov each failed to shoot one of the bad guys (actually, a female) who then almost killed them. I guess you can’t shoot a girl in the future.

It’s depressing, I tell you. Not only because of the physics that get routinely trampled throughout the movie — and I don’t even mean the stuff they make up; I’m talking about simple stuff, like stuff falling — but because some scriptwriter got paid lots of money to write this stuff. I don’t mean to toot my own horn — I ain’t even got me a horn to toot, but even if I did, I wouldn’t — but I think I could have written a better story for a fraction of the money they got paid.  

Of course, we’ll never know.

By the way, that’s one of them there Tiki statues. You see them all over the place, from spiritual and cultural sites to souvenir shops, to this parking lot (the anchor from the above photos is in the same parking lot). This fellow is about 12 ft. tall. I can’t tell if he’s crying — of if it’s even a he — because he ain’t got no teeth or because it’s missing important bits. I suppose the expression could also be one of happiness. 

If it’s laughing, it’s probably because it read THIS article. 

Actually, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I laugh at the news that Millennials are no longer in the spotlight and I cry at the news that Generation Z is actually a thing. 

Read the article because me describing it would just sink any hope I have for the future. If, that is, there was any hope left to sink after Millennials stomped on it and beat it to death with their man-buns. 

What I can’t figure out is how Generation Z has that much disposable income to awaken the interest of Fortune 500 companies. Aren’t Generation Z the kids of Millennials? Oh, I see . . . they are predominantly kids of Generation X.

From Wikipedia: According to Forbes (2015), the generation after Millennials, Generation Z, made up 25% of the U.S. population, making them a larger cohort than the Baby Boomers or Millennials. Frank N. Magid Associates estimates that in the United States, 55% of Generation Z are non-Hispanic Caucasians, 24% are Hispanic, 14% are African-American, 4% are Asian, and 4% are multiracial or other.

But, wait:

From Wikipedia: A 2013 survey by Ameritrade found that 46% of Generation Z in the United States (considered here to be those between the ages of 14 and 23) were concerned about student debt, while 36% were worried about being able to afford a college education at all. This generation is faced with a growing income gap and a shrinking middle-class, which all have led to increasing stress levels in families.

So, again, where do they get their money? My guess is that Generation X, Millennials, and Generation Z all have one thing in common . . . none of them have any money saved. If they are saving money, it’s probably to buy the iPhone 8. Or, at least I hope so; I own a bit of Apple stock. 

Crying; definitively crying . . . 

I’ve shown the Black and Yellow Garden Spider before, but here are a few more shots.  

Here’s a closeup . . . 

Don’t know why I think of politicians when I see spiders. Also, when I see pigs. And snakes. 

Yes, I know that’s an insult to spiders, pigs, and snakes. 

A few people liked the recent post about the Traveler’s Palm . . . I had snapped a few photos of other palms . . . sort of. 

I like these shots and may eventually incorporate Shadow Photography into my regular efforts. 

By the way, that post also had a few shots of the full moon. Well, in my old man’s daze, I forgot to include a couple of movie showing the zoom of the Nikon P900. Mind you, these are hand-held and — thank FSM — mercifully short.

Here they are:

At the end of the first video, the lens resets to 50mm, or roughly the equivalent of a person’s naked-eye view. 

I can’t really have a lazy Sunday post without a few bird photos. This bird had just taken a bath and flew to a tree about 75 ft away to dry off. 

These are — usually — very beautiful birds . . . but not after bathing, apparently. And yes, I gots me a video of its preening.

You can see that it was a bit breezy and the branch swayed quite a bit. That video was stabilized by YouTube, hence a few weird and wavy parts around the periphery. 

Last but not least, a quick update on my plants. They’re going gangbuster. I assume they won’t last long because they’re more noticeable and someone is sure to mess with them, but meanwhile . . . 

A few days after those shots were taken, the buds were all flowering. 

Before I do the gallery, a few cartoons that tickled my weird sense of humor.

This next joke might zoom right by most people . . . 

Here’s the gallery of the above photos. 

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12 Responses to Lazy Sunday

  1. “Thanks for nothing” – laugh of the day.
    Liked the close up of the anchor’s chain – textures and their colorings. Shadows are always interesting. (Recents script writing? Not so. Pretty grim with that)


    • disperser says:

      There’s something about rusted old metal (it has to be old and hefty; none of that wimpy modern stuff that falls apart if you breathe on it) that makes for a satisfying and interesting texture.

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  2. oneowner says:

    The expression on the tiki looks like me after I saw the latest Health Care bill.


  3. AnnMarie says:

    First, what’s the story behind that anchor?
    Second, a BIG Hooray for your flowering plants!
    And lastly, I got a good laugh with the cassette “surgery” (did that many a time!) and “Watch Repair”!


    • disperser says:

      There’s no inscription on it. I don’t remember where I heard or saw it, but that’s a relic from whaling ships. Right now it’s just decoration in front of a business, same as the Tiki statue.

      And yes, I don’t miss cassette repairs. I even remember splicing reel tapes. I think I got rid of the last of my cassettes and players when we moved. Surprisingly, people are still interested in them (not young people). I, for one, am not interested in going back. Although, I did hear Sony will start producing vinyl records (LPs) again for people who have fooled themselves into thinking there’s a difference in recorded sound depending on how it’s played back. All I know is that I hated every pop of static I ever heard while playing records.


  4. HA! YES, that IS an insult to spiders, pigs, and snakes! :-D

    Love these photos! A great variety! Love the spiders and birds! Oh, and your plants are are reflecting the love and care you have been giving them! :-) Next time you see them…Tell them I say “Hey” and I send hugs…gentle ones, of course! :-)

    HA! on the cartoons! You have THE best sense of humor! :-D HA! on the cassette surgery! Yes, I am way old enough to remember doing that a few times and I was always glad when it worked! :-D
    HA! on the “it sure could run”! one! :-D

    It’s been cloudy and rainy here most of July, so I’ve been missing the moon. So I enjoyed your moon-zoom vids! :-)

    Last week, on a night walk, Cooper and I encountered a tarantula walking down the road. He must be a baby…he was pretty small compared to the ones we’ve seen before.

    HUGS!!! :-)


  5. From which sunken wreck did that anchor come? Pretty spider reminded me of our Huntsman, a couple of the cartoons were worth a small chuckle.


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