Gosh, I'd love to have a heater dog. Or just a regular dog. Too bad I'm not home enough. Plus, I live in a no-pets apartment. Also, I can just barely take care of myself; people like me got no business owning a pet.
I just really like dogs is what I'm trying to spit out here. Cats are OK too, but mostly dogs.
I just really like dogs is what I'm trying to spit out here. Cats are OK too, but mostly dogs.
Aha! They were turnspit dogs.
This type of dog is now extinct: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turnspit_dog
The things one learns while lightening one's mood! 🤓
AAARRRRRR!!!!!! I HATE BANANA PLUGS!!!!!
AAAARRRR!!!!!
And cheap jewelers screwdrivers.
And XT25 is a pain to strip, as the reviews state.
I thought that Dashounds were decended from spit dogs, but then I genuinely believed that James Dean did the voice of Mr Magoo.
AAAARRRR!!!!!
And cheap jewelers screwdrivers.
And XT25 is a pain to strip, as the reviews state.
I thought that Dashounds were decended from spit dogs, but then I genuinely believed that James Dean did the voice of Mr Magoo.
Mate, I’m very interested but d’you reckon you could put a fresh set of rubber on it?
I also LOVE home cooked dinners, problem is cleaning all the mess afterwards.
In 1972, during a 10000km Citroën sponsored rally, we travelled South all of Argentina´s Patagonia, along the Atlantic coast down to Tierra del Fuego and Ushuaia, the World´s southernmost city, crossed the Andes mountains to Chile and then came back along the Pacific coast, then crossing the Andes again near the highest peaks (near Aconcagua, the tallest Mountain in America).
So high, at times we could hardly breathe.
A real adventure filled trip.
My Brother and I were VERY poorly adviced and equipped, so we brought thin insulation sleping bags, single wall tents, etc.
A mess.
One night we went "to bed", shivering ... only to wake up next morning warm and cozy ... WTF????
The whole of Patagonia is an immense gravel desert, cold, dry and windswept, imagine pour tent there 🙄
We found the whole area cat population (some 8-10 cats) hunched around our tent, on the outside of course (I bet they had tons of fleas, lice and whatnot, very sorry looking thin cats) .
Funny thing is, "they" were profiting from "our" body heat.
Ever saw a cat do something FOR a Human? .... not me 🙄
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I compiled this for the SelfSite but never polished it up.
BBC article mentions spit--turning dog, with engraving. Looks like it could turn 50-100 RPM. Over-heated prose.
https://www.bbc.com/future/article/20211105-the-bizarre-dog-breeds-time-forgot
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"An unfortunate friend
For much of the 17th Century, the scurrying, yapping forms of turnspit dogs could be found in almost every large house in England, churning out meat to feed hoards of knights or other important visitors. It was a wretched life – the unfortunate pooches were considered coarse, vulgar, and hideously ugly, and habitual cruelty towards them was common.
In the colourful and occasionally mocking book Anecdotes of Dogs from 1846 (which, among other things, suggests that "The souls of deceased bailiffs and common constables are in the bodies of setting dogs and pointers"), the English writer Edward Jesse wrote that, in his youth, "as they are said to be at present, [cooks] were very cross, and if the poor animal, wearied with having a larger joint than usual to turn, stopped for a moment, the voice of the cook might be heard berating him in no very gentle terms."
To drive home the sheer horror of the role – which involved toiling away in the almost-unbearable heat of a fire, in a kitchen choked with smoke, for hours at a time – Jesse also relates an anecdote about a group of turnspit dogs in the city of Bath which liked to congregate in the church during services to relax. One day, when the word "spit" happened to come up in a sermon, they all dashed out of the room, thinking they were about to be asked to go to work.
But at the turn of the 19th Century, the invention of mechanical spit-turners changed everything. Rejected as pets and no longer useful as kitchen staff, the dogs abruptly vanished – going almost completely extinct as early as 1807, with their final demise some decades later. After a lifetime of service, Whisky ended up as a stuffed specimen on display in a shop. She was gifted to Abergavenny Castle in 1959, where she currently resides in an 18th Century hunting lodge.
https://www.npr.org/sections/thesal...-dogs-the-rise-and-fall-of-the-vernepator-cur
https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/abs/10.1179/flk.1990.29.1.5
https://www.google.co.uk/books/edition/Amazing_Dogs/UoaoAwAAQBAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&printsec=frontcover
The NPR article is excellent. Traces the Corgi back to the turnspit, the fall of dog-turning to the rise of clock-jacks and also the rise of the *SPCA. Has a picture of Whiskey.
Human powered turnspit/hoist: video (gets good at 4:23)
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That looks like a Blessing Of The Pets. Here, the Catholics and the Episcopalians do that every year. Of course, they also bless lobster boats.
Apparently Olvera Street makes an all-day party of it. (Olvera Street is really a tourist-trap so there is profit in it.)
Just out of curiosity, what's the most pretentious name anyone's come across for hi-fi gear, I'm guessing speaker cable will predominate such a category.
Um... https://www.stereophile.com/artdudleylistening/listening_78/index.html
Pretentious indeed. It does makes me want to have my old tube amp back. I'd rather have the amp I designed and built in high school. "The Lars" doesn't match my, um decor. My amp was very virtuous, had twice the power, and had 4/8/16 ohm outputs right on the back; no cheaping out like "The Lars."
Pretentious indeed. It does makes me want to have my old tube amp back. I'd rather have the amp I designed and built in high school. "The Lars" doesn't match my, um decor. My amp was very virtuous, had twice the power, and had 4/8/16 ohm outputs right on the back; no cheaping out like "The Lars."
Anyone have an embiggened picture? Wondering if that fitting on the back connects to a sewer drain.
Do you think it is a common drain amplifier?
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That reminds me on those magician's mysterious boxes. You never know who is hiding inside them.