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|    Cats and sound effects (was: Storage)    |
|    23 Jan 22 13:15:42    |
   
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   > Blanche was the same way. She was the only cat I knew that came when   
   > called.   
   > She was indoor/outdoor cat.   
      
   I trained all my cats to come to their name -- it made life simpler. My   
   first one I duiscovered tghis ws possible was Casey (K.C. -- short for "Kitty   
   Cat")) used to go for walks with me -- he'd heel as we walked up to the wee   
   park up the busy road, not flinching at traffic.   
      
   At the park, I'd light up a smoke, look for people to interact with &he'd go    
   havefun, climbing tres, chasing squirrels & butterflies.   
      
   When it was time to go, I'd call his name & he's stop whatever he was into, &    
   fly down the tree to me, & heel all the way back.   
      
   At hoime, I usually had to have a bit of a wrassle with him, to expend the    
   energy he had left (bit keyed up from being "on the hunt" & having it    
   interrupted) until I slowed it down into quiet time & he'd lie on or beside   
   me on the big chair, purring himself to sleep. . .   
      
   Ahh, good times -- he was my first dog-cat.   
      
   From then on, I always looked for young (8-12 weeks, or whenever the mother    
   naturally weans them) grey tabbies & raised them in much the same ways, with    
   mauybe improvement tweaks I've figured out.   
      
   After losing one cat to a catnapper, 'coon, or car, I switched to indoors-only.   
      
   That cat would come & go 24/7/365 in/out of the ajar window as he desired.   
      
   The goofy thing was is he refused to do his 'business' outside -- he had to    
   come home to use the litterbox. I tried telling him he could save me funds   
   by going outside when he's out there anyway --lot's of open dirt around,   
   vytr hge;s have none of that -- thankfully he hunted enough to reduce what he   
   ate at home.   
      
   My fave memory of Gilligan(my "little buddy") was after he got his nuts    
   chopped, he ha to stay inside 7 days -- he hated it -- sat for hours by the    
   closed window, whining & mewling at me.   
      
   On his first day outm he came back after 2 hours with a 1/4 of a seagull that    
   had to be twice hissize (based on the wing & bloody breast he brought in); I    
   say he was saying, "Hah! I don't need those -- I'm still a mighty hunter MAN!"   
      
   > When evening came she would be in back and I would go out on the back   
   > steps (I live on the third floor) and call out "Blanche!" She would turn to   
   > look and I just had to say "Beddy" and up the stairs she ran.   
      
   Nice! So much more convenient -- & shows how much she loved & trusted you. . .   
      
   > Her adopted sister Molly McGee (named after the radio character) could   
   > care less about anything past the apartment door.   
      
   a homebody?   
      
   > Once I stopped at a roadside picnic area in Ohio after visiting a cousin   
   > in the Detroit area. She flew out of the car and headed for the woods and   
   > tall grass.   
   > After about a half hour I called and called and no reply.   
   > Finally I said loud enough for her to hear, (she hadn't gone far, never   
   > did) "Well, I can't find her, I guess I'll just have to leave her here to   
   > fend for herself. Hope some big animal doesn't eat her" and slowly walked   
   > towards the car. She came out of th   
   > When in the car if on the highway she was under the seat. But in stop   
   > and go traffic she would get between my feet and the pedals. :)   
      
   Nice! Same as you do with your 5yo child, who refuses to follow you at the    
   mall. Well, at one time, now they steal kids when your back is turned for 3    
   minutes to talk to someone!   
      
   >> When I play poker(& other games)   
   > I've never been good at card games, other than solitaire. :)   
      
   Solitaire is fun -- I play a few variations, & mahjong -- I find both very    
   relaxing.   
      
   I found this site that has a bunch of old school card & board games. .    
   https://cardgames.io/   
   Free, no signup needed. . . You can play a few games against others -- I do    
   Backgammon & Farkle on occasion. (Farkle was one of the first BBS doors I    
   played, on the first BBS I visited in '92)   
      
   >> Pretty much as TV began -- they grabbed the best of radio & put them to work   
   > There was a joke in the late '40s that vaudeville didn't really die, it   
   > just moved to television.   
      
   Not a bad thing -- I've seen some of those variety shows & heard their radio    
   originals -- like the toothpaste sponsored hours. . . Always funny to hear    
   cigarette ads & be amazed by the crap they & others'd say in selling things,    
   like give your baby some Coca Cola!   
      
   But they(admen) made billions from those ever so humble beginnings. . .   
      
   > Some shows were not adaptable to tv simply due to the the constraints of   
   > the time. It was much cheaper and easier to broadcast a live show than a   
   > filmed one. (Tape didn't come along until the late '50s).   
      
   Yup, I've seen some of the blopers from live TV -- like when they tricked the    
   one Mr Clean type child host (Capt. Kangaroo?) behind the curtain where a   
   naked woman was there to greet him with full frontal. His flabbergasted   
   reaction was so priceless!   
      
   Now it'd be no biggie, the guy'd say, "Oh, hi; you must be the new secretary   
   -- please file those folders on my desk in to the blue cabinet & get me a   
   Latte. & meet me like that, in the lockable Green Room a half hour after my   
   show is done.   
      
   > Some shows were kinoscoped where basically a film camera was placed in   
   > front of a monitor so whatever went over the air was filmed. Those are the   
   > ones we have to day. The quality wasn't always the best but with all sorts   
   > of inference (snow, wavy lines, e   
      
   But at least we have them in t he archives somewhere, slowlty meted out into    
   the public to view, sometimes for free eventually!   
      
   > On radio a few words set the scene, but on tv they had to provide the   
   > scenes.   
   > On radio: I'm going to walk over to that door and see if it opens, with   
   > footsteps heard.   
   > On tv: the actor walks across the room and opens the door.   
   > There is a reason radio was "the theatre of the mind".   
      
   Excellent phrase for it!   
      
   & kids/adults were so much more intelligent then. . .   
      
   >> I'm especiallyl awed by those giys who could make ANT sound effect, uwithout   
   > technology, on demand, to make a radio show (whether a short comedy, or a   
   > longer story("The Shadow" I used to listen to in the '70s, & others.)   
   > Sound men were the unsung heroes of radio.   
   > While actors had the words written out for them and they provided the   
   >inflection etc, the sound men had to come up with the sounds that were needed.   
      
   Yup -- they invented so much to provide many a nuance, & shared them amongst    
   their union.   
      
   > And there were times a sound didn't work, such as gun that jammed or   
   > something.   
   > There is a story of a murder mystery where this guy was to be shoot.   
   > The actor read his lines, but the gun jammed. Immediately the quick   
   > thinking actor said, "No, I wouldn't shot you, I'll stab you instead".   
   > There is much disagree on whether or not this actually happened, or any   
   > show, etc. Its sort of a urban legend.   
      
   Seems plausible & credit to the actor for the quick improvisation.   
      
   "Think fast" is an important skill in most any job.   
      
   I'm seeing a lot todasy who can't get there even with plenty of time! :(    
      
   But, of course, if you never get to exercise it, it's not going to be   
   available when needed.   
      
   You & I & our respective generations were raised with common sense & expected    
   to employ it always.   
      
   I was an inquisitive little twerpo -- took me a while to catch on that my dad    
   meant it when he said if I canl ook it up myself. do so & don't ask him somet    
   hing I could've found or figured out for myself.   
      
   I had two top encyclpedia sets & 100+ books on varous topics & for varoius    
   levels (50+ Companion Books containing all the classics, some abridged in the    
   Readers Digest colecdtion)   
      
   I loved looking up onething in t he Britannica & spending hours chasing other    
   ranbdiomn thoughts & questions across all volumes & even into the annual news    
   supplements -- joy, joy for me but made me a total nerd & not the most   
   popular. . .   
   Maybe my dad wanted a different childhood than his -- fighting his way up &    
   down Yonge Street, as he wasn't one to sit at home & never go anywhere, &   
   every block was already claimed as someone's turf (the '50s in a major   
   city--go figure!); I was a runner, not a fighter.   
      
   That was a fine thingthen, but I'm more prepared, emotionally, to fight, if    
   needed, even with being half paralyzed, now. . . if there's a threat to my    
   family, I'm in front of it!   
      
   I can probably punch right through someone's ribs! (over 250 lbs of landing    
   force at the end of my jab), as I have only one shot until my lack of one   
   side becomes a serious liabilty -- one shot to end the situation. So I use   
   the wisdom I learned from a Toronto gangster when I was 12 (back in '79): If   
   you're in a street fight -- the only rule is "Win." & I only count it as a win   
   when I can safely turn my back & walk home. . .& I live in Toronto!   
      
   Feels like valid advice, but rough -- I chose not to get into that angle of    
   life. Good thing, as I lived in a town owned by the HAMC & there's not too    
   many life's directions to go in if you get their attention. . .   
      
   --- BBBS/Li6 v4.10 Toy-5   
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