March 9th, 2020 —> What You’re Missing In Warmer Climates —>

Monday, March 9th, 2020 —> 0˚C / +32˚F -very grey and cloudy @ 12:55 pm on, I believe, Jean Cippolini’s Birthday – { SP? } —> here in Atlantic Canada —

Chunks of snow -

– Chunks of snow looking like fallen pillars from the ruins of a Greek Temple? –

— This shows the effects of snow followed by rain, followed by freezing – followed by human efforts to chop through very ornery hard stinkin’ snow banks. Cathi did this, I was not able to attempt to get up, go out and help her – 🙁 —

Effects of wicked wind -

– And then we had a wind storm — We are not complaining. Other Canadians were clobbered with incredible amounts of snow. –

— I think the temperature was 0˚C – and the wind chill was more like -20˚C – { Translation: 32˚F with a wind chill or -4˚F } The wind kicked up lots of sand and other flotsum, and blew a lot of pieces of leaves, pine needles, and even bits of tree bark around.

Driveway under ice, salt & sand.

– And this is a shot of our driveway – after a lot of snow and rain and freezing rain and Ice pellets { sleet? } and thawing and freezing and then large doses of salt and sand –

— And – if that’s not scary enough ….

Our Street - At about 9:10 am March 9th, 2020

– Garbage Day in our humble neck of the frozen north. Please note that half the road is covered in ice that melts by day and refreezes by night. There’s a turn that could send anybody who loses control due to ice conditions – into our friendly neighbourhood utility pole. –

— Yup, if you’re a big fan of ‘white knuckle driving’ – come pay us a visit during the worst of any winter. This might just be any adrenaline junkies’ vision of heaven on Earth.

Ice bank and sanded driveway.

– We have had to chop the top off the pile of snow and now hard ice several times to get it down to what you might be able to see on the left side of this photo – to give Cathi a chance to see where she’s going if and when she leaves the driveway. Thanks to our wood stove and I think a cord and a half of split hardwood – the house is as nice and cozy inside as it might look here – unless you’re really pissed off since you learned that Canadians do not live in igloos. –

— Yeah, I’m becoming allergic to the teevee news lately – But Jess Jackson did endorse Bernie Sanders – Wow.

Kameron+Kaelyn with a green morning fog

– On a brighter front – Whattaya do when the weather conspires to keep you inside? I build game words – This is Kameron the “Ottarian” and Kaelyn, the half elf half Ottarian. marvelling at a greenish morning fog in Cavendish area –

— “Ottarians” believe they evolved from playful river otters. They have smallish claws that allow them to pick most locks with ease and they have no concept of private property, but they are nurturing and helpful and want to share everything that ‘follows them home’ with anybody who might like it. When the weather in “Aerendel” – my game world – became warmer, Kaelyn got rid of her bard boots and ran around barefoot.

Jessicka witnessing a strange sunrise

– One of the pitfalls we encounter while building 3D game worlds is sometimes landscapes decide to unravel – Here “Jessicka” has been taken slightly aback when sunrise over Ridgefield revealed a piece of a mountain that came unglued – and threatened to float away. –

— Very solid looking landscapes are actually two dimensional, and from the wrong side of a mountain, your mountain is pretty much invisible. You can tell water to be reflective on both sides of its surface, but if you want to build a cave, you need to have an extra layer of stone veneer and flip it upside down, then very carefully check and recheck to make sure the interior of the cave’s ceiling is completely inside the mountain’s { or whatever’s -} exterior dimensions.

"TaleRocker" the bard - discovered a castle that roams around the landscape.

– One of the core principals that formed the basic weird properties of the Aerendel Universe – is the ‘myth’ that an early resident of that universe thought that the forces of evil were about to destroy all of creation for the plus-perfect hell of it -then,  and with the aid of her trusted closest friends, using their arch-angelic creative powers – fashioned an ‘Anomaly’ – a cave that bridged all limits of time and space, and gave that anomaly a bit of sentience so it could find and rescue innocent creatures about to be murdered by bad guys and lead them back in time to before the bad guys went bad. –

— Maybe this should have been the caption and the caption should have been here? —> TaleRocker the Bard has discovered that the rumours of a Castle that appears and disappears at random times in odd places is actually true – and if that’s true – then maybe the rumours of a sentient anomaly protecting the innocent on this world are also true —? Hmmmm —

Rachel and Laery in Easlynne-

– Rachel is DJ Otterson’s daughter’s avatar. Just to confuse you – DJ’s daughter’s name really is Rachel. An earlier version of this avatar looked a little bit more like Rachel, but Rachel the human played with the face and body ‘morphing’ routines and believes this version of herself looks like she is proabably more fun to hang around with. – ‘Laerry’ is Rachel’s husband’s avatar. His ‘real world’ name is not Laerry – and his ears ‘in real life’ do not have elvish points. –

— I could bomb you with several more screen shots from our game world, but that might slow down your load time beyond ‘reasonable’ – I really like Rachel’s latest version of herself. I don’t think I’d buy a used car from her, but she does look like she’d be fun to hang around with.

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— And now, the more or less ‘important’ news of the ‘real world’ …

— The price of a barrel of oil fell to $30.00 U$ over night. Will this convince any greedy oil barons to give up and invest exclusively in renewable resources? Probably not.

— The last time I gritted my teeth and took a peek at one of our news channels, the Dow Jones was down more than 1,800 points this morning.

— Ya want a Conspiracy Theory to chew on? —> If the puppeteers who are pulling Donald J Trump’s strings { So expertly and so subtly that he doesn’t even know he’s being played? } are actively trying to destroy – not just the U$A’s economy, but that of the entire world – What the bleep do they believe they can gain from that? Revenge for all the dirty tricks the C.I.A. pulled on our trusting allies? And if you add the Coronavirus to this mix – if some of the people I’ve heard on late night radio are right and the ‘Red Chinese’ are orchestrating the downfall of ‘Western Culture’ as part of their 50 year plan to become the sole power on this planet – How could they have allowed one of their own people to let a cat out of their top secret facility where they supposedly weaponized this virus for future use against their enemies, real and/or imagined? One possibly goofy theory I heard was that Bill Gates is behind this pandemic – trying to reduce the population of earth down to a nice manageable size so the soul-less elites can control everybody. But then somebody else wondered if we’d have to wait for half of those elites to drop dead from the virus before anybody admitted they might have a problem.

— I think I’ll go listen to Melanie { Savka? Safka? }  singing “Glory, Glory Pyschotherapy -” and laugh myself back to sleep.

— “Toto stop your barking, we’re not in Kansas no more -” {{{ Thank you Melanie!  }}}

— Have a nice life, people —

— xoxoxoxo { Merry old philosopher: } Jim

Weekend – Catching Up On Groundhog Day?

Saturday, February 2nd, 2019 – dark & no longer snowing @ 11:18 pm in Atlantic Canada – Lisa and Ricky’s Birthday – and Cousin Lynn’s Birthday – and Angie {Kaylie’s Mom’}s birthday too? —

"Mind The Cat"

– “Mind The Cat” – Thursday Evening around 9 o’clock – I liked what I saw in the viewfinder – but 🙁 our wild and crazy orange cat is playing “Maireh-Raereh” and purring his brains out in the next world. –

— “Always something there to remind me -” I dreamed about the cat – and somebody’s dog – both animals came with us to some kind of rock and roll music festival in Vermont? We stayed at what used to be our grandparents’ motel and the house had been converted into a castle-like many floored stone building. The dog – a smallish character with brown and white fur and a tail that stood up and curled back around itself – went exploring and scared his owners who were afraid the territory was too unfamiliar and the aging puppy might not be able to find his way back to where they were staying – I thought I still knew the neighbourhood well enough so I’d be able to find him fairly easily – And then our 25 pound orange cat went exploring the top floor of the castle that had replaced our grandparent’s rambling old farmhouse with low ceilings lots of quirks – and when I got up to the top floor ( I mean it had to be something like 9 floors up, at least – there were top of the line gorgeous old world hotel rooms with their doors open like they wanted to show them off to the world – and a huge and heavy looking Brass and gold merry go round in a big middle room in the center of the top (inside) floor of the castle and farther back there was another big heavy brass statue that looked like huge horses charging up out of the ground, pulling a huge chariot behind it, and this moved back and forth in another gigantic room, and I couldn’t see any tracks. It just moved – there was another huge room on that floor, between the huge Merry-go-round and the huge chariot thing – Where a kids’ sized set of railroad cars, including the engine and the caboose – rode around in circles – again with invisible tracks – and after I’d gawked at the chariot in the back I was sure the cat was having fun riding around in the kids’ railroad engine, maybe even wearing an engineer’s hat and leaning through an open window, ready to pull the train’s horn 🙂

— It’s been a weird week – My favourite spouse is dealing with idiot supervisors who don’t understand her job and who expect her to use short cuts to get very expensive contracts written for the government of Canada’s clients who are looking for bids on important projects – and the idiot task-master doesn’t realize that what he’s telling the clients is against the law and could destroy the department he’ working for – Sounds like what Ronny Ray-gun wanted to do to the Post Office when I worked for them in the states. Grrrrr – but anyway, I’ve been feeling random emotional draining ‘attacks’ like something is trying to convince me that it’s useless to want things like that to get better – idiotic to expect the people on this planet to actually live by the golden rules they brow beat us with when I was growing up – it’s like the evil ‘powers that thought they be’ wanted everybody under their imagined control to live by the rules so they’d have an unfair advantage when they broke all those rules of good conduct and all that.

Laerry guarding the road.

– One of my In-Game builder characters posing by the road that leads through a mountain pass to another game area –

— On my game developing front – the above character used to have blond hair and look a lot more human – and really looked like like a California surfer dude – I made him look more like an Elf or Half-Elf and gave him red hair. Also ‘dyed’ his shirt sleeves a medium to dark-ish blue after I took this screen shot.

"Light Snow Falling"

– “Light Snow Falling” @ 3:22 pm this afternoon as we brushed the snow off the van and got ready to go get some stuff we couldn’t do without. –

— A ‘quick trip’ to pick up a few things we’d run out of became a nerve-wracking “maybe this wasn’t such a good idea” adventure when my favourite spouse gritted her teeth and gripped the steering wheel very tightly while quite a few people who’ve lived here most of their lives drove like speed limits, stop signs and yield signs were all ‘somebody else’s problems’ – Um – We survived , I think….

— Take Care –

~~~~~ Jim

Rain – then deep freeze? Wake me when it’s over?

Thursday, January 24th, 2019 – +7˚C / +44˚F – dark and raining at 11:59 pm –

Snow ridge blocking our driveway.

– Another nasty ridge of snow at the end of our driveway this morning – This was taken at 11:07 am – The ice chopper is four feet, six inches from the bottom of the blade to the top of the handle- The Van’s roof is over six feet high, not counting the snow and ice above it. –

— There’s a woman in the U.S.A. who makes her opinions known and backs them up with good research. She has been warning people that RFID gives off radiation that has proven to be harmful to young growing human beings and she was livid when the folks at Disney Land and Disney world were making kids wear RFID embedded ‘proof of purchase’ gadgets on lanyards around their necks, blasting their harmful radiation into growing young men’s and women’s hearts and breasts. * She also told us several times that more civilians were killed by their own governments in the last century than by foreign hostile armies, and that included World Wars One and Two and a lot of more regional wars, ‘police actions’ et cetera. – Yes, in the name of greed and saving money, how many local municipal governments are dumping these ridges across driveways – and especially when Senior Citizens are involved – people on fixed incomes who can’t afford to pay anybody to plow, dig or snow blow for them, or can’t afford the yearly planned obsolescence cost of fixing and replacing parts designed to break when the warranty expires on equipment they bought and paid for less than five years ago? This is bull chips – this looks way too much like attempted murder. I’m serious. All levels of government have been lying their heartless tails off demanding much more tax money than then need and supplying less and less in the way of services, and if Walter Burien is right – { CAFR1.com } { That’s a number 1 after the R } – They’re all cooking their books and hiding the actual income streams they all have coming in and they could all stop charging taxes altogether and provide more and better services to everyone. –  Hold them accountable, dangit!

Ice building up on our van.

– 11:08 am – You can probably see the ice building up on the side of the van as freezing rain began as mist around 10 minutes after 11 am and turned to actual rain drops by about quarter to twelve. –

— From this side you can see how much of the 4 feet, six inch ice chopper sticks up above the mountain our friendly neighbourhood snow plows left us. –

Snow bank - looking toward Canada Street.

– Earlier this week, you could see the neighbour’s car above the snow bank. Now you can just barely see a bit of that same car’s roof back behind the snow bank that would totally hide it if it was in same place it was last Monday –

— Sigh, Shoveling through the ice-encrusted snow was not easy, I used a lighter snow shovel and didn’t try to do the whole danged driveway as quickly as I remember a third class “Petty” Officer demanded several of us to shovel snow in early 1970. Screaming ‘Officers’ like that left a deep impression on me. I still want to scream, “If you want it done your way do it yourself, you ice-hole!” – Of course I kept my mouth shut back then, insubordination might be a phony crime in retrospect, but it was punishable in those days.

Cut through the ridge -

– 11:57 am – I had cut a two and a half foot wide path through the ridge –

— Okay, the four and a half foot ice chopper on the left has been joined by a four foot, three inches long shovel { including the handle } in the middle and a three foot, nine inch chopper on the right. The rain mist had already turned to real rain drops by this point, and I was feeling dizzy every time I reached down to pick up a shovel full of snow and ice – I had to quit shortly after I took this photo.

Wellington Court under ice at 6 pm.

– Cathi took this photo of our street with its thick coat of ice at about 6 pm this evening. –

— I came inside around noon after shoveling one two and a half foot wide canyon through the mountain at the end of our driveway. I thought I would rest for a bit and then go back and do some more, if not finish the whole driveway – As it turned out, I began to feel sick, and plopped down and woke up after six p.m. and when I got up – Cathi had already finished shoveling – took her about two and a half hours to finish what I’d started, and she had to deal with heavy wet snow and ice – As you can probably guess, our road is looking pretty treacherous out there now.

— And we expect to get a lot more rain over night, and expect a hard freeze before morning. Every public French and English speaking school in New Brunswick was closed on Thursday, and it looks like they’ll all be closed again on Friday.

— I should probably say something like, “I’ll never complain about a winter without snow again-” but I’d be lying. I’d rather have snow and a lot of it than have to deal with biting bugs and the threat of alligators in swimming pools year round – 😉 –

— Sigh — Have a good life…. { Schnarr schnarr scharr shnarr schnarr – } —

~~~~~ Namasté anyway —

~~~~~ Jim

 

Monday – January 21st, 2019 – After The Storm –

Monday, January 21st, 2019 —> -14˚C / +7˚F – Getting Dark and the weather app says it’s snowing lightly – { Looks more like dust particles floating around out there } – @ 5:45 pm – Atlantic Time –

web cam window

– This was the web-cam’s shot at 5 pm Sunday, during the storm – as it was getting dark – the interesting stuff on the window was snow hitting and sticking there – plus a weirdly diagonal bit of ice –

— I really don’t know how much snow fell yesterday, or how much the couple hours of ice pellets / { sleet } built up and how much freezing rain added to the mix – but we had a lot of hard packed snow this morning and I didn’t think the snow-blower would have been able to deal with it at all. There might have been a little bit of freshly blown snow on top of the hard packed stuff in the driveway, but the last time I tried to use the snow blower to deal with stuff like this the danged thing wanted to slide up over the stuff and angling it down and pushing really hard took more effort than chopping with a thing that looks like a straightened out hoe and using a shovel to pick up the sliced and diced mess afterwards.

Dog on top of snow on the hill beside our neighbour's house.

– This was today at about 1:30 pm – I didn’t recognize the dog on top of the hill there – Cathi thought it looked like a pug, but I’m pretty sure it had a pointed face and just turned a bit too quickly as the web cam took this shot –

— Cathi worked from home today and we kind of made like a tag – team chopping and shoveling snow – I had to pace myself. When I tried to do too much too quickly at first, I ended up gasping for breath and felt my heart pounding a bit too quickly for comfort – Almost all the men in my family die from heart attacks –

Wellington Court, Fredericton with four foot high snow banks, thanks to the snow plows.

– This is what our road looked like after the plows went by and left us what often looks to me like attempted murder behind. I’m serious, another town south of here has gizmos on their plows that does not leave three feet high and six feet wide hard packed ridges at the end of anyone’s driveways – But the delightful powers that be in this town don’t want to pay anybody one dime more than they can get away with and those gizmos slow the plowing down a bit. –

— I’m glad our neighbour’s car was in a good spot to show you what the snow banks look like.

Driveway snow ridge.

– This is what our driveway looked like from across the street. I could have gotten down a bit closer to the road for a slightly more dramatic shot, I’m still 6’3” tall – haven’t done any shrinking lately – and that ridge is a good three feet high – But only because yesterday we went out into the road and tried to shovel as much of what could have been shot into our driveway away as we could – The banks on our side of the road are easily four and five feet high. –

— Yeah, it’s become a ritual – we go out into the road and shovel as much of the snow on our side of the road above our driveway, up and onto the bank that is already there.

— We did our tag team act yesterday during the storm. Cathi did more than me – I was going to go out and do more and she’d already done what I thought I would have to do – and, as the ice pellets/sleet began to accumulate I didn’t want to go out and shovel that stuff – past experience has taught me that when we know freezing rain is coming, we’re better off leaving the snow there and suffering with the tough heavy clean up afterward than wake up and find about six inches of ice holding our vehicles hostage.

Progress?

– This is my stopping point the second time I went out this morning to shovel. Or I think I might have actually widened the far end of that canyon all the way I measured three feet wide and five feet out toward the road and the canyon wall straight ahead was about eighteen inches high at that point. –

— The first time I went out and shoveled (and carted the garbage can out & left it on top of the ridge there -) I tried to do too much too quickly. Then I really needed to sit down and catch my breath and calm my heart rate down to somewhere near ‘normal’. The second time I realized I probably should have chopped the bits I chopped with the thing that looks like a hoe that somebody bent so it was straight out, a continuation of the handle – the big pieces I picked up with the shovel and carted a few steps and tossed over the four foot high snow banks along our driveway weighed too much and wore me out too quickly.

Cathi and our 2 pm progress.

– Cathi got all bundled up and heavily layered to go out and do some shoveling on her afternoon break from work. This was something like 2:15 pm –

— When I stumbled back inside after my second or third attack on the driveway snow Cathi said something about needing to start the van and warm it up so the ice on the windshield and other windows would be a lot easier to chip through than the half inch or more ice that was there when we started our tag team act. That’s my ice chopper straight ahead middle and my blue plastic shovel, lighter than the one Cathi’s using, and it has a steel blade to help a bit – Cathi wanted to make sure we got a photograph of this – Progress? after I’d been out maybe three times and she’d been out a couple times, during lunch, and now on her break – & with everything being white, it’s not easy to see the real scope of what we’re digging through here.

— I chopped and shoveled through the straight up canyon wall that we’d moved closest to the road in this shot –  I got all the way out to the road after about an hour of pacing myself later – from like 3:30 to 4:30 pm – And left the big chunk where the ice chopper is standing up for later. I think Cathi attacked that after she finished work for the day and shut down her computer, winced and got bundled up and back on the chain gang – figuratively – I’ll go see how much might still need to be done after I finish messing with photos and blogging this fiasco here.

Larry in Easlynne at Sunrise.

– Meanwhile, in the game development world – Laerry monitored the cloud colours and watched the sun rise in Easlynne –

— So, whattaya do when your muscles ache so much you don’t wanna more and you don’t want to fall asleep from exhaustion and leave the whole driveway to your favourite person in the whole wide real world? I tweaked a few things in the virtual game world that I really hope might actually go live on line some day before my brain turns to something like the consistency of dried up sea weed – { thank you Tom Wolfe }.

- Laerry guarding the road.

– Laerry spent a lot of time guarding the Easlynne to Ursanya Road, and got rid of his smelly old bandana. –

— Rachel created this character so she could be on line with her husband. After she spent hours tweaking his appearance and saved him she thought she’d done a fantastic job, but some of the tweaks hadn’t finished rendering and when she showed her hubby what she’d done, she discovered Laerry here had become a blond surfer dude – and she liked the character and didn’t have the heart to kill him off and start over, so she tried again and we think she’s happier with the character  she ‘rolled’ the second time. { After her hubby, then boy-friend had chosen an almost stock forest elf character with ears that stuck out about eight inches from his head, at least, to be his avatar of choice. } And, after this account reverted to me again, she told me I could dye his hair red if I wanted to – and said she and her real life husband are back on her father’s and her own account – so he’s mine to mess with? That sounds awful – but anyway, between trips out into the cold world of hard packed snow shoveling, I tossed the bandana he’d been wearing for six months and lost the double chin that was one of the quirks that Rachel never wanted in the first place. The trouble is, except for the ears, this looks like the avatar that Rachel’s father, Doug, worked on to give me an icon for some of our blogs. Then he erased me and worked on something else. From this angle, this guy looks like the best version of what I imagined I would look like, if I was younger and probably a lot more healthy looking – and ‘buff’ – and – we dyed his ranger shirt blue after I took this screen shot, but I wanted to finish blogging here and –

Sunday. Storm. Web Cam shot

– This was at about 1:30 pm yesterday, at the height of the storm. –

— When I see a near white out on the web cam and try to capture that – the camera takes a few seconds to click and the wind blows the snow the other way and it looks like ‘nothin’s happenin here-” — Schnarr —

— Have I done enough damage for now?

~~~~~ Jim