Project 313 – Post No. 008

Thankfully — some will say — this and the next few Project 313 posts will be brief.

I’m giving myself a few day’s breather to concentrate on a few other things. 

“What?” you ask. 

Well, as you know, I’m a very private individual and not prone to showcasing everything I do. Few people know my hobbies, interests, passions, and food preferences. That’s the way I like to keep it, and that’s why there’s hardly ever anything about any of that on this blog. Mum’s the word, OK?

And now, the photo:

Project 313 008

We went to a local restaurant that supposedly served Fish & Chips where the fish was locally caught Ono (fast becoming our favorite type of fish). It’s an open area seating place so as we waited — and as tiny mosquitos had their way with my legs — I took the opportunity to photograph a few of the items they had strewn about the place. I presume they were meant as decorative pieces, and they certainly attracted my attention. Nothing more reassuring to kids than a headless angel.

Yes, the Ono was good but the breading overpowered rather than complemented the fish taste and, unfortunately, whatever seasoning they used was not exactly a hit with us. We didn’t hate it, but Island Fish & Chips remains our favorite and we’re not likely to return to this place. 

Today’s joke is — surprise, surprise — another Joe Martin offering. No, wait; it’s a Downstown cartoon I clipped from a newspaper many moons ago . . . when they still had newspapers. I tried getting in touch with the creator of Downstown and I’ve not heard anything back so while this goes up today, it may have to come down tomorrow. We’ll see. 

Tims Downs wrote the strip while he attended college and they eventually got syndicated. The cartoons, not the college and him. He then went on to write books, and the strip shriveled up and died (but is still remembered and liked by a few).

Finally, here’s the doodle and it’s another black-on-black offering.

And another one is in the can, ready for distribution a few days from when I’m writing this. Interesting phrase — in the can — that probably few people realize comes from the porn industry. 

. . . not really;  well, at least not exclusively. Perhaps something that readers will now research. I mean the etymology of the phrase, not the porn . . . although, given the value of the porn industry, there must be many people already researching the dickens out of it. 

Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.

You can read about Project 313 HERE.

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8 Responses to Project 313 – Post No. 008

  1. Pied Type says:

    The doodle thing is fascinating. The headless angel is … hmm … vaguely disturbing.

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  2. Headless angel! Ack!

    Ha! On the iron! When my kids were pre-teens I pretended I didn’t know how to iron clothes well (so good?!) and they were at that age of interest in the opposite gender and wanted to look nice…so they all started ironing their own clothes. Ha. My bad.

    Love the dots, lines, and sparkles!

    If I googled “in the can” I could expect the worse, so I won’t google it. Ha. Once I googled “Grandfather Clocks” and then suddenly realized I had accidentally typed in “Grandfather Cocks”. My eyes can’t unsee what I saw!

    Mum’s the word! Hope your few-days-breather goes well!
    HUGS!!!

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    • disperser says:

      I’m old enough to remember everything used to get ironed . . . now we just fold things neatly before cramming them into a drawer. Frankly, I don’t miss it. Plus, you wore a piece of clothing for a number of minutes and it would wrinkle anyway. But, I do like your plan.

      I tried telling my sister something similar about her son’s clothes (laundry).

      And, yes, I can see (not really) where that particular search might not be something you share on Facebook. I’ve had a few occasions where searches for something with an innocuous meaning — but used in a completely different context in some circles — produced unwanted results. One needs to be extra careful these days.

      As for “in the can” as best as I can figure it comes from the days when processed film ready for distribution to movie theaters were shipped in metal cans . . . hence, when the project was finished, it was “in the can”.

      Not as exciting as what one might have imagined based on my hint.

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      • I was proud of my kids. By junior high age they were doing their own laundry, cleaning their rooms, ironing their clothes, fixing meals for the family, etc. I tried to help prep them for college and life. :-)

        Interesting about “in the can”. Wonder how they send movies to theaters today. I should google that. :-)

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      • disperser says:

        It’s all digital, these days . . . that’s why there’s so much piracy whereas in the olden days it was difficult making a bootleg copy of actual film and recording from the projected image was nowhere as good with amateur equipment.

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  3. AnnMarie says:

    Your definition of “in the can” is exactly what I thought about when I read it, and the image of a film reel’s metal canister came with it.

    Not exactly at ease with that headless angel, and not because it’s an angel. Even if it would have been an ordinary woman or man, I still would not have liked having it headless since the idea of a person adding a flower to the girl’s basket is very sweet.

    BTW, I like to ayrn, but haven’t done it in years since mother wouldn’t dream of letting me do it!

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    • disperser says:

      We might be in the minority with that, probably because we still remember films in cans.

      The headless angel was an odd decorating touch. I assume at one time it might have been whole; if not, there’s a definite morbid bent to the display.

      I don’t think Melisa ayrns anything unless we have to get dressed up for something . . . but, we’ve yet to be invited to the Oscars . . . and I’m not sure we’d go even if we were invited because I don’t like ties . . . or tuxes . . . or celebrities . . . or people in general.

      Sorry, I stand corrected. Melisa does ayron often because of the quilting. I just mean she doesn’t ayrn clothes.

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