This is Freddy and he is a fierce, furry handful. Not satisfied with dry kibble and fresh water, catnip, a selection of toys that would be the envy of kindergartens, and squeezing in a good 20 hours of sleep each day, Freddy MUST have his Whiskas Temptations treats.
MUST as in “your skin will hang in ribbons because you held the snack too high above his head” kind of must.
A MUST that can only be satisfied with crunchy little squares of mystery meatish ingredients that doesn’t explain why the heck this cat could possibly love them so much.
Seriously, have you read the ingredients? I tried giving him pieces of chicken breast. Nope. I offered yummy little strips of salmon jerky. Forget it. I even tried some healthy little crunchy heart shape meaty snacks. Go away. All of these other treats had ingredients I could gather from my fridge, freezer and pantry.
But nooooooo. Freddy the house panther wants Whiskas Temptations Now!!!
Bonus slow motion cat tongue at the end because cat tongues are wondrous.
Video was shot with my GoPro Hero 2 on a very cheap tripod. I recently drilled a hole into an extra GoPro Hero 2 case to make room to add an external microphone. So cheap, so so cheap microphone!
And I’m utterly sick of winter. The cold. The snow. The boots. The damp mitts. This part of February feels like someone has driven an icicle into my heart and keeps twisting it. Sure, a bit melodramatic but what a tiresome month.
Lose a hat, find a hat. That is February all over. I like monkeys!
The only useful thing I’ve done all week was replace the crummy OEM seat post my pretty & awesome mountain bike had with a rather nice 2 bolt Easton Havoc. Now, my saddle won’t slide around and no more terrible squeaking noise when I pedal.
I suppose I could share future news: I plan on sharing with THE WORLD all the neato bike routes in Toronto including maps, photo and video. The ins (into trails), the outs (out of trails), where the heck the washrooms are (if any), and places to snack (other than Dairy Queen although their Blizzards are worth the ice cream headaches).
Now you’ll have absolutely no reason whatsover to say “awww I don’t know where to ride my bike”. Nope. None. The maps and photos of the starting points and anything interesting along the way will be here.
In celebration of the feast of love that is Valentine’s Day… blahblah… love… affection… humblebrag re: super love life…. overpriced chocolates… whatevs feelings… blahblah… foreverness …
Here is a video of the real meaning of love, eating donuts together and not one bit of nutritional guilt is felt. Tough toenails about the death of three donuts. The one covered in sprinkles was definitely asking for it. I can tell because I can understand donut language. It is vile and full of sugar. Totally deserved the thorough chewing punishment I meted out.
I shot this video using my super, handy dandy GoPro Hero 2 camera in time lapse mode. Each agonizing, gripping chomp was stored as a 5 mgp photo which I then had the Time-Lapse app (from the Mac App Store) string together into a movie. Music and titles added in iMovie 11. Took longer to eat the donut than oversee the entire film making magic.
Happy Valentine’s Day! *pithy comment about twoo wuv here*
I decided to try making a time lapse video with my GoPro Hero 2 camera. Basically, I set up the camera on a tripod, set it to take one photo every 5 seconds. Then I baked a yellow cake! My only tech snafu was the battery ran out but that was my fault because I didn’t recharge it before setting up the shoot.
I found a neat program called “Time-Lapse” by http://www.microprojects.ca that arranged the string of photos after I picked the frames per second, the codec, and speed. Time-Lapse then created a Quicktime movie that I imported into iMovie 11. The “Time-Lapse” app cost $5.00 from the Apple App store and it was a breeze to use.
In iMovie 11, I added titles and music to the video.
The cake recipe was a yellow cake from Better Homes and Gardens. It was a tasty, tasty cake.
I’m a work in progress and so are my mountain bike skills (toddler level) and my video editing skills (at least I don’t need to use cellophane tape).
Behind the manicured gardens of Alexander Muir park, popular with wedding parties for photos, romantic picnics and solitary, contemplative walks, are some tennis courts and a lawn bowling green. And next to those are a nice little trail that runs along side a ravine and wraps around trees and under the Mount Pleasant Road bridge. The trail is mostly dirt and it’s quite a gentle ride so it’s perfect to practice my awful off road bike skills.
I saw this pudgy little fellow on the Beltline west of the Dufferin Street pedestrian bridge today on my bike ride.
Gosh! I love spring!!! Later on I saw a man walking his bunny in the park. Life is good!
I really wish I’d brought a better camera with me on my bike ride. I took the picture with my cellphone so that explains the general lousiness of the photo. The screen is so tiny I couldn’t figure out if I took a decent picture of the groundhog, or not.
It’s a “not”, isn’t it? I better juice up the rechargeable batteries in my point and shoot camera RIGHT NOW.
I love following aimless links in the interwebnets. The photo gems are a-flipping-mazing and can eat up many hours I could be using in a productive and useful manner. Like learning a language. Maybe Spanish. Then I would be able to read and laugh at these photos instead of just laughing. In case you are worried that I am sending you to a p0rn sit, here is a sample of the pictures you will see:
Lesson learned today: Ginos NEVER die. They turn day-glo orange and strike a pose.
Spadina Avenue’s recent spate of tree attacks have halted since the half dozen trees were shackled in place late last week.
Three recent attacks by the small, yet agressive trees were the reason for this latest attempt to control their behaviour.
“I saw that little one with the scruffy leaves approach a mum with a stroller.” One witness, who didn’t want to be identified, acounts. “It was walking slowly behind the lady, kind of stepping on the heels of her shoes. And those roots have big knuckles on ’em, so it hurt. I could tell.”
The mum in question notified the city’s parks departments and complained, citing that this wasn’t the first time this tree has treated her rudely.
Jane Jacobiak, a tree sociologist, commented on the state of the trees “Well this was bound to happen. The trees are rebelling against the people. Trees are supposed to have plenty of fresh air, clean water and deep soil. They’re prevented from forming deep roots and they’re angry about it.”
Locals are demanding that the city control these wayward trees. One neighbourhood business operator said “The city should cut ’em down! I’m tired of cleaning up after those slobs. Always dropping leaves, shedding bark and bits of branches. I try and get here early to brush up their seed pods in the spring and fall. Dirty gits! Kids and nice people walk by here everyday!”
The city has stated that none of the trees will be removed. For now the trees movements are limited by chains around their trunks and concrete slabs near the roots.