While we were in Comfort, TX, this Carolina Wren was entertaining us on a wooden water tower.
Carolina Wren singing his song
Carolina Wren Dancing his dance
Carolina Wren taking a bow after a fine performance
Carolina Wren
Category: video
Feeding Cow Cats
Dawn
The above video is of Laurie, the cat herder, doing her daily routine of feeding the cow cats their grass (there is music with the video).
Laurie, the cat herder, with two of our cow cats.
Mallard Ducks being silly gooses.
Our baby, volunteer, cottonwood.
Walter looked grumpy, and Willa was half asleep in the morning sun.
Nora Owl look positively happy this morning. She was half-asleep with one eye closed. She must have had a good TGIF owl night out with Osric last night. I think she wore out Osric. He was nowhere to be seen.
Dandelion blossoms
It was cloudy and raining most of the afternoon into the evening.
Miss Ing Link
The Moon, the Pleiades, and Jupiter are across the top of the photo early this morning.
Sunflowers at Dawn
Venus at Dawn
Gino called me first thing this morning to see if I could go out and film Mr. Williams operating a large Link-Belt crane that few people in the city know how to operate at a construction site on Albuquerque’s west side. I drove over and took video and photographs for a couple of hours and compressed the video footage into a three-and-a-half-minute video of Mr. Williams hoisting trusses up onto the roof of the building under construction. The framing contractor is Nelson Framing. Jerry Nelson, the owner, and Gino have worked together on many projects. The building contractor is Bradbury Stamm Construction. The Superintendent of the construction site was kind enough to lend me a hard hat and vest to wear. Nelson’s staff working with Mr. Williams on the ground and on the roof came over and introduced themselves before they started hoisting trusses.
Miss Ing Link, the large Link-Belt Crane set up in the middle of the building project.
The 3 1/2-minute crane video with music
Il paparazzo delle costruzioni
The Big Crane
No Sandhill Cranes yet, just a big industrial crane. One of the five HVAC units on the roof of the office building went out a few weeks ago, and we had to replace it. Today was the day. Robert with ABQ Elite has been taking care of our HVAC for the past two years. He replaced the unit with the help of one of Gino’s cranes. They had to take off one of the iron grates that covers the HVAC units, lift out the old unit, and lift the new unit into place. Robert’s technicians, Gino and Mr. Willams, the crane operator, were a great team and had the roof grate off, the units replaced, and the roof grate back on in an hour’s time. Mr. Williams is a skilled crane operator, moving the equipment with great precision.
This video shows an hour’s work compressed into two minutes. There is music with the video.
Mr. Williams and Gino
The Big Crane
Cat Days Of Summer
Spunk lying in the summer heat thinking about the Lovin’ Spoonful’s song Summer In The City.
Resa’s Tree making a summertime fashion statement with a three-cornered cloud hat. We started discussing three-cornered hats and Manuel de Falla’s opera El sombrero de tres picos. I told Resa’s tree that she might have been a tiny twig when Falla wrote El sombrero de tres picos in 1916-17.
If you have 40 minutes, the above video is a fun performance of El sombrero de tres picos.
The sun making another scene before going to bed.
Happy 3rd Birthday Glenda & Gwendolyn
Glenda (foreground), and Gwendolyn (background) are in the catio looking for birthday birds. They were born on July 4, 2020.
Gwendolyn: “Three Years! That makes me like 28 years old!”
Gwendolyn (looking at the camera) and Glenda napping together on the deck.
Glenda reflecting
Spunk wrote a Heavy Metal parody called Death To All But Kitties for Glenda and Gwendolyn for their 3rd birthday. The lyrics are brutal, so dog lovers might not take well to Spunk’s parody. All of the cats dislike dogs, but Gwendolyn despises dogs more than anything. The first time Tristan brought Jake to the house, Gwendoly injured her spine trying to escape the monster dog that invaded her space. Jake only be’d a dog, but he really scared Gwendolyn. She lost the use of her legs for a week from her spinal injury. We were really worried about her. When she has gotten careless jumping on things or playing rough with the other kitties, she has reinjured her spine and again lost mobility in her hind legs. She still high-tails it when Tristan brings the dogs over, but she hasn’t injured herself in over a year.
Death To All But Kitties
Lyrics by Spunk Kitty
Music by Steel Panther
All right!
Meow!
Down with stupid dogs, I’m spraying on the wall
They look like shaggy retards licking on their balls
Pluto is a fool, and so is Scooby doo
Sniffing each other’s butts and rolling in their poo
They lick their butts, and people’s faces with their grody tongues
Everybody shout, “Kitties rule! Cats are fun!”
Death to all but kitties
Death to all but kitties
Death to all but kitties
Death to all Dalmatians. Did you get their gist?
They’re whizzing on the fires, getting burnt to a crisp
Wearing black polka dots, really stupid critters
Eating Tootsie Rolls that we bury in our litter
Where are the Stray Cats? And Sylvester, too?
We strut around and act weird; that’s what kitties do
Death to all but kitties
Death to all but kitties
Death to all but kitties
Kill those dumb old doggies who have a pedigree
They can hump on your leg all night; you won’t disagree
Kill sassy Lassie leaving Timmy in the well
Kill Old Yeller too. Been done? Oh, what the hell?
Screw Lady and the Tramp, death to Red Dog Blue
They can do the doggie shag. Wouldn’t that be cool?
Frankenweenie is a drag, Snoopy, don’t come home
Let ’em fight it out in a thunder dome
Death to all but kitties
Death to all but kitties
Death to all but kitties
When A Flycatcher Catches Flies
Venus, Mars, stars, and the Moon aligned last night from lower right to upper left.
The key to the night sky last night from LiveSky.com.
How many flies do flycatchers catch when flycatchers are catching flies? That is a good 17-syllable question. However, I couldn’t get a Timku out of the question as it is phrased. I made a couple of gifs and wrote and recorded a silly song to go with the gifs, and made a music video instead of a Timku.
This lizard ran up ahead of me and stopped in a sliver of shade and looked at me. When it saw its reflection in the Bazooka, it came back toward me to challenge the lizard in the lens. I had to back up because it got too close for me to focus. It did push-ups for the challenge.
Blue Grosbeak
Bunny in the bosque
New Mexico whiptail lizard
Sparrows
Bullfrog hanging in the current
Turtle
Turkey Vulture
Monday’s Music On A Sunday Evening
WARNING! Psychodilic features a Psycho Kitty, a Western Diamondback Rattlesnake, a Black Mamba, and colorful psychedelic patterns and holes that move in a regular, irregular fashion. The lyrics are nonsensical, as well. If you have tendencies toward Ailurophobia Psychopathesis (Fear of Psychopathic Cats), Ophidiophobia (Fear of Snakes), Trypophobia (Fear of clustered patterns of irregular holes), or Emetophobia (fear of vomiting), you might want to take a pass on viewing the above music video, and simply enjoy the photo of the sunset below.
Psychodelic
Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
[Chorus]
Psycho Kitty
Psycho Kitty
Spunk Kitty
La la la la
Spunk Kitty
La la la la
Spunk Kitty
La la la la
Spunk Kitty
La la la la
Spunk Kitty
La la la la
Spunk Kitty
La la la la
Psycho Kitty
Psycho Kitty
[Verses]
Psycho kitty drives me crazy
Psycho colors are so hazy
Psychopathic’s normal say
How can we live this way
Psycho kitty drives me crazy
Psycho-spastic, I’m not lazy
Psychopathy’s here to stay
How can we live this way
Shaking like a rattlesnake
I don’t even hesitate
Feeling how it resonates
I bite the viper’s tongue
Shaking like a rattlesnake
You know I hallucinate
How it makes me salivate
I bite the viper’s tongue
[chorus]
Psycho Kitty
Psycho Kitty
Spunk Kitty
La la la la
Spunk Kitty
La la la la
Spunk Kitty
La la la la
Spunk Kitty
La la la la
Spunk Kitty
La la la la
Spunk Kitty
La la la la
Psycho Kitty
Psycho Kitty
[Bridge]
See, Black Mambas are
biting on my legs
I’m still alive how can that be
Their snaky licks, oh, how they tickle
Keep your fangs to yourself
I don’t want to die this way
Psycho Kitty
Psycho Kitty
[Guitar Solo]
Psycho Kitty
Psycho Kitty
[Verses]
Psycho kitty drives me crazy
Psycho colors are so hazy
Psychopathic’s normal say
How can we live this way
Psycho kitty drives me crazy
Psycho-spastic, I’m not lazy
Psychopathy’s here to stay
How can we live this way
Shaking like a rattlesnake
I don’t even hesitate
Feeling how it resonates
I bite the viper’s tongue
Shaking like a rattlesnake
You know I hallucinate
How it makes me salivate
I bite the viper’s tongue
[Chorus/Outro]
Psycho Kitty
Psycho Kitty
Spunk Kitty
La la la la
Spunk Kitty
La la la la
Spunk Kitty
La la la la
Spunk Kitty
La la la la
Spunk Kitty
La la la la
Spunk Kitty
La la la la
Psycho Kitty
Fallen On Broken Wings
This is another music video where all the images in the video are created or mish-mashed together by AI image generators based on the lyrics.
Fallen On Broken Wings
Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
[Intro]
Grounded, fallen on broken wings
Angels are no more
Mortals fight for monkey’s rights
To knock on Heaven’s door
[Verse 1]
Homo sapiens that we are
Biped anthropoids
Fugacious errant avatars
Driving around in motorcars
[Chorus]
Oh Oh
how time has changed
Men in buns and skinny white girls
Meld into a single dress
Cultural Smores
Exchanges
[Verse 2]
Homo habilis was all
Handyman for an era
Gave rise to H. Erectus
Who was so effectus
To make us what we are
[Bridge]
Well you know
It amazes me
That we made it this far?
History does it again and again
D.C. al Coda, assures we’ll never win
[Chorus]
Oh oh
How time has changed
Men in buns and skinny white girls
Meld into a single dress
Cultural Smores
Exchanges
[Coda]
Grounded, fallen on broken wings
Angels are no more
Mortals fight for monkey’s rights
To knock on Heaven’s door
Springing Forward
Here in the US of A, all states, with the exception of Arizona, Hawaii, and some of the territories, will change to Daylight Savings Time at Two O’Clock in the wee hours of the morning in the year of our Lord March the Twelfth, Two-Thousand Twenty-Three. That’s tomorrow for me, today for some of you, and yesterday for others.
Since I will have to get up to pee at 02:00, I will be squealing “Ewe Oui Wee Wee!” all the way to the bathroom since I will be holding it in an extra hour since the time will be springing forward an hour at 02:00 (making it 03:00) when I will get up to go. I hope I make it.
I wrote, recorded, and posted The Dreaded DST near the end of March last year without a video after Marina Kanavaki complained about “the dreaded DST” (Greece changes later than the US of A). This year, I used AI to generate all the images for the video. I incorporated ChatGPT’s DALL-E 2 together with Draw Things, Fotor AI, Craiyon, and Night Cafe to generate and gather the images for the video this go around. I only insulted DALL-E 2’s rather sensitive ethical and moral standards a couple of times asking it to create images based on the lyrics for The Dreaded DST. However, I ran out of credits to ask the AI apps to draw things rather quickly on everything but Draw things, which I have unlimited credits with (DT likes my credit score).
The Dreaded DST
Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
Inspired by Marina Kanavaki
Daylight blinds fools who have no skills
They create silly rules they are so unreal
Daylight’s scarce, why don’t we care?
We save it eight months out of… every year
Bedtime at ten feels like nine
Don’t feel sleepy? Have more wine
It’s midnight damn, the bottle’s empty
I’m still awake… I’m feeling pretty cranky
Now we’re on the dreaded DST
Body clocks are broken why can’t we see
That hour we save every single day
Is two-hundred forty hours of daylight that we have… stashed away
Alarm at five it feels like four
Like a zombie, I hit the door
Preparation-H on the old toothbrush
Toothpaste up my… Whew! What a rush
No time to shower, sleepin’ on the job,
Stinkin’ up the office, what a slob
Head bobs up and down, fishing at the screen
My boss is cranky… making quite a scene
Now we’re on the dreaded DST
Body clocks are broken why can’t we see
We can look forward to falling back
We get one hundred twenty hours of daylight from… our stash
We’ve changed to DST for 56 years
That’s six-thousand seven-hundred hours, my dear
Of daylight, we’ve been banking away
So let’s go spend it on our… sanity
Now we’re on the dreaded DST
Body clocks are broken why can’t we see
That hour we save every single day
Is two-hundred forty hours of daylight that we have… stashed away
Off Center & Not Even 