Friday Fandango

Gosh can this guy dance. He must have put so much time into this short clip, but must also must have a natural dancing gift. It would have been nice to see him do some Irish tap dancing or perhaps the world famous Melbourne Shuffle.

Quiz answers

I've visited the Canadian provinces of British Columbia, Alberta and Ontario. 

Ray had cousins in Saskatchewan.

Surely we all know Quebec, province and city. 

I also knew Newfoundland and Labrador. 

I missed Manitoba, Prince Edward Island, Nova Scotia and New Brunswick.

So you've been edjicated about Canadian provinces, but probably not remember most.

We won't go down the road of Canadian territories.

Quiz

My couple of efforts at a quiz were ok, but not nearly as sophisticated as YP's.

This quiz is simple and without hints, eh.

Canada doesn't have counties like England, nor states like many counties have, including my country, Australia. Canada has provinces, I expect related back to its strong French connection, eh.

So please name Canada's provinces. There are ten. I knew six of them without checking, and then it was a matter of, how did I forget that, eh. 

If you knew one of the less known ones, or all of them, speak up. Naturally Canadian and US citizens will know them all, eh.

If you don't know, Canada is in the process of ditching its formerly strong connection with the US, and building trade relationships all over the rest of the world. Canadians have stopped visiting the US in large numbers. This is all down to #47 the US Republican Party that's treated the country in the most appalling manner. Guard the Leaf, if you care to. 

The Digital Mess

I am quite organised, even to the point of mostly knowing what I am doing tomorrow.

Jackie in Toronto posted this about organised  people.

Yes, I tick most of the boxes as being organised. Not being organised would give me great stress. Ray was the same. Phyllis and Kosov are terribly disorganised. I never run out of anything, but they do and have to make a last minute trip to somewhere for something.

My email organisation is up to date, as is everything else, with one exception.

In the mid 1990s when we bought our first computer and connected to the internet, someone who I was chatting to on a rudimentary chat site, maybe MIRC, sent me a photo of a bunch of flowers, followed by a dick pic. How amazing that this machine can do that! I saved the photos, and I probably could find them now if I needed to, but it was a downhill slope from there. I saved and I saved, everything. Photos, videos, messages...everything. My oldest email address still operational is from the nineties, a Rocketmail eddress, which became a Yahoo eddress. Not often, but I still use it.

However, over the years I had organised things, almost everything. Photos are filed in folders, stored in the cloud and on an external ssd drive. The problem is that I didn't name all the folders appropriately, and with near two gigabytes of photos, I struggle to find individual photos.

My brother asked me about a photo he had seen of Mother with her four children standing in front of the fireplace at the Dick Whittington Hotel in St Kilda. I just cannot find the photo, but I have now worked a way to narrow it down. He brought his dog Cobber into the hotel, and he was asked to take the dog outside. Cobber died suddenly soon after. So I need to ask him what year Cobber died, and that will narrow the search down to one year. Wow, I've just remember Jo was there, crawling around on the floor crawling around on the floor and checking out the contents of women's handbags. She must have been two years old, so I need to look at 2009. That's so much earlier than I thought.

Or were these two different visits to The Dick. We went there so many times over so many years. Btw, The Dick has a drive through alcohol outlet where apparently you can pick up your Dick Liquor. 

When I have something stored, while it might take some time and thought, I can usually find it.

The afore mentioned guy who sent me photos in the 90s might be this guy. The photo is all of 45 kilobytes.

Monday Mural

Along with Sami and others, here is my Monday Mural post.

A cat face in the middle of the mural?

Does he have a tail or is it some kind of dildo stuck up his arse?

Sunday Selections

With River and others, here is my Sunday Selections.

This is to gather stats about where issues happen. 

I believe this is an HT Holden Monaro, perhaps with a V8 engine.

Phyllis bought his non stick dishwasher proof fry pan for quite a price. It has seen good service, and worth what he paid.

A carnivores plant which a couple of months later is about to die by neglect. I am not taking responsibility.

 

Reflected lighting on the building stripes, having shown photos last Sunday of the immediate surrounds. 

Did I use these photos already? No matter.

Some lazy arse no good fucker passed out on my chair.

I bought a product to clean the arms of my desk chair, and it worked. God save the chemicals.

 

Not really representative of my family.

Many months after I bought the new lounge chairs, I got out the freebie cleaning box. I cleaned leather, and then nourished it with the cream. 

All cleaned and nourished. 

I am an old man. That was hard work and my back ached.

Of an age

Driving, drinking alcohol, voting, having sex, watching adult media content, smoking, having your own doctor. Most countries have laws in place about such things. The kiddies can't do certain things until they are of a certain age. 

But don't they also have to learn what to do as they become an adult of a certain age? Like turning off lights in rooms they aren't using? At what age do they discover the wonder of saving money by turning off unused electric appliances and lights? 

The third time they have to pay an electric bill? Cast your minds back to when you became conscious of the need for 'turning things off' to save money. 

My lads aren't bad but the unoccupied bathroom light was on for half an hour today, and I turned it off. The clothes on the drying rack in the spare bedroom were dry, so I turned the overhead fan off. I then closed the door as there is no point in heating an unused room.                         

OMG, the new clothes airer is empty, and the pile of dry clothing has been removed from the bed.

So just to reiterate, at what age did you become conscious of saving money by reducing household energy  consumption?