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Post by hartlikeawheel on Nov 10, 2006 0:20:52 GMT -5
In spite of diligently following Sisterbeer's instructions repeatedly, with guesses on variations after seeing that they were not working for me, I have wasted several hours trying to post an avatar.
Heh. Can't even remember now what it was!
But I have noticed that some of us now have that little white box with the red ex in it beneath our names. When I click on it, or anyone else's all I get is entrance into My Pictures.
I'm assuming it is a matter of the various computer languages but I don't know what that actually means, how the box got there or how to access it.
Incidently I've only had that experience once with the chat room.
Any explanations to these questions?
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Post by SeattleDan on Nov 10, 2006 0:52:36 GMT -5
Tammy and I were able to load an avatar for me. Damned if I can figure out how we did it. But it seemed to be alot of internet work.
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Post by slb2 on Nov 10, 2006 1:50:57 GMT -5
I used sisterbeer's instructions, two or three times, but was successful. And it was worth it. I'll never change my avatar again. Unless I run across a BabyDoucet. That might even be cuter than my MonkeyDoucet.  |
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Post by hartlikeawheel on Nov 10, 2006 20:41:49 GMT -5
What avatar DannO?
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Post by SeattleDan on Nov 10, 2006 21:17:17 GMT -5
hart, can't you see that picture of me under my name? And don't let anyone tell you that its a picture of Cary Grant. You've seen me. You know.
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Post by booklady on Nov 10, 2006 23:05:18 GMT -5
How old Danno?
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Post by SeattleDan on Nov 10, 2006 23:43:31 GMT -5
Old Danno fine. How you?
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Post by hartlikeawheel on Nov 10, 2006 23:56:24 GMT -5
Funny one DannO. First laugh out loud I've had all night.
Old DannO is a youngster. A mutual friend in Germany said his picture looked like he was wearing a porkchop on his head though so you could subtract points for that. Don't ask why. I like pork chops.
Gee I miss The Valkyrie. Does anyone every hear from her? Tah, ta-ta DAH da, Tah, ta-ta DAH da, etc
You guys reminded me of story Mom told me about being young and single and at a dance with her crowd when a pretty girl from another school walked by. All the young men in Mom's group begain showing quite a bit of interest and one of the young women scoffed, "Her neck's dirty."
"Her does?", was the eager reply from one of the boyz.
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Post by SeattleDan on Nov 11, 2006 0:02:48 GMT -5
I love that hat from the picture hart is talking about. At a distance it looks like I'm wearing a baseball cap with a porkchop on it. I was actually a promotional cap for a book that the late Wiliam Steig(he of I c d b fame among many other great children's books), a book entitled "When Men Wore Hats", a little memoir of growing up in New York in the teens.
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Post by joew on Nov 11, 2006 0:14:13 GMT -5
I wear hats: straw in the summer and felt the rest of the time. People sometimes compliment me, but they don't follow my example.
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Post by Thomas Scheuzger on Nov 11, 2006 0:20:13 GMT -5
So what's become of the seven dwarves? Looks like the links are dead...
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Post by hartlikeawheel on Nov 11, 2006 0:22:03 GMT -5
Since I joined the Red Hat Ladies I have amassed quite a few hats. I always felt some self-conscious in one so it was a good way to get started.
Mad bomber
Maynard style
Baseball
Painter's
Western 2 leather and one straw
Sunbonnet
Gardener's
Wide and narrow brimmed straw
Now I'm running out of room to store them.
Also they are great for bad hair days.
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Post by carolion on Nov 11, 2006 3:41:35 GMT -5
My hats - love ALL of them, don't get to wear them enough! =
BLUE felted one - round top, little brim - really brings out my blue blue eyes - found it in Woodstock.
RED knit brimmed hat - only wore it once, to visit my Dad when he was in a nursing home for a while after his big stroke. EVERYONE who could talk or notice & gesture, among the patients, LOVED that hat.
Fake LEOPARD cowgirl hat - found it in Saratoga NY, of all places, HAD to have it. It stops traffic if I turn on the juice; most times I just grin and wear it.
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Post by booklady on Nov 11, 2006 6:36:01 GMT -5
I love that hat from the picture hart is talking about. At a distance it looks like I'm wearing a baseball cap with a porkchop on it. I was actually a promotional cap for a book that the late Wiliam Steig(he of I c d b fame among many other great children's books), a book entitled "When Men Wore Hats", a little memoir of growing up in New York in the teens. I love William Steig. I usually always teach his Abel's Island, about a dapper little mouse blown away in a hurricane who has to survive alone on an island for a year. He learns his true purpose in life. Great book. I can't teach it this year because some of my students are returners from last year. Dr. DeSoto is another one of my great favorites. Steig did his own illustrations, too. |
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Post by booklady on Nov 11, 2006 6:39:51 GMT -5
And since the topic is hats, there's always this:
Well, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat
Yes, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat
Well, you must tell me, baby
How your head feels under somethin' like that
Under your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat
Well, you look so pretty in it
Honey, can I jump on it sometime?
Yes, I just wanna see
If it's really that expensive kind
You know it balances on your head
Just like a mattress balances
On a bottle of wine
Your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat
Well, if you wanna see the sun rise
Honey, I know where
We'll go out and see it sometime
We'll both just sit there and stare
Me with my belt
Wrapped around my head
And you just sittin' there
In your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat
Well, I asked the doctor if I could see you
It's bad for your health, he said
Yes, I disobeyed his orders
I came to see you
But I found him there instead
You know, I don't mind him cheatin' on me
But I sure wish he'd take that off his head
Your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat
Well, I see you got a new boyfriend
You know, I never seen him before
Well, I saw him
Makin' love to you
You forgot to close the garage door
You might think he loves you for your money
But I know what he really loves you for
It's your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat
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Post by slb2 on Nov 13, 2006 1:22:32 GMT -5
Wm. Steig is dead?
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Post by SeattleDan on Nov 13, 2006 2:20:17 GMT -5
So sorry to say, but, yes, Mr. Steig passed away a couple of years ago. His picture story of "When Men Wore Hats" was, I think, his last work, and dealt with growing up in the New York tenements during the teens, just before the Great War. He was well into his 90's. He may not have been the genius Dr. Seuss was but he was damn close.
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Post by slb2 on Nov 14, 2006 0:40:18 GMT -5
I love how he expanded not only my children's vocabulary, but mine, too! Oh especially that story about the two brothers and one is small and the other regular sized and they are left home alone, I think, and I forget what happens, but it is delightful. And the other one about the magic stone and the boy who turns into a stone. Blurry mental memory, bright emotional memory.
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Post by brutus on Nov 14, 2006 6:34:16 GMT -5
Couldn't help myself, Mike. I had to exalt you for that last post. Made more damn sense than all the other stuff put together.
I remember my first days in school. I'd come home kinda bummed because other kids said stuff to me or about me. My dad told me that that's pretty much the way the world is. "Don't let 'em get to you" was his phrase.
When one gets to know someone or a group, one usually can tell what's behind any teasing. Falco/Milli has been part of us off and on for such a long time. We love her to pieces. We sympathized with her when she told us of her son's disease. We were happy when she'd relay his accomplishments.
Sorry Falco....I can't side with you on this one. Goodness knows I can understand that you're most likely stressed. Such times brings on extra-sensitivity. Rest up some, rethink, then come back "home".
~B~
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Post by carolion on Nov 14, 2006 9:23:30 GMT -5
Funny how responses sometimes get channeled into other threads. I think the universe enjoys "wild hairs" and "surprise carrots in a row of peas" myself.
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Post by carolion on Nov 14, 2006 9:30:05 GMT -5
Back to Steig - I'm rereading him as he comes across the desk. Then I hear "Ahem" as patrons break me out of my trance state to answer their requests. Steig was a shaman - which I didn't recognize years ago before I woke up to that part of myself. But yeah, his books contain healing pathways very much like the old Celtic healing stories you can find all over Europe - Germans, Italians, Spaniards, Irish, Scotch, Welsh - etc....And of course in the hills of Appalachia.
About Curious George - We just got in a book - a picture book that adults are really drawn to - I'll remember the title soon, or maybe Danno is stocking it. It's the story of how Hans and Marguerite Rey escaped from France on bicycles when the Nazis invaded Paris - and in their bicycle baskets were manuscripts and paintings, including the story of "FIFI", the little monkey who later, in America, became Curious George.
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