Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Georgia.


Well, we are in Georgia, but the only difference I can tell so far is a better class of billboard.

But, being a fair sort, I will withhold judgment of the hillbillies until we park the zeppellin.

-- Posted From My iPhone,
Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Non Sequitur

Here is a neat article in the apple website;

http://www.apple.com/iphone/business/profiles/airventures/?sr=hotnews.rss

Not about me, unfortunately, but neat all the same!

-- Posted From My iPhone,
Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Travelling north; Short thought.

Well, here we are, travelling north. Why are all these people here? In Alaska you can fly for days and not see a single house below you, here it's almost wall to wall houses! Florida is packed with people.


-- Posted From My iPhone,
Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

A last look at Florida.







If it weren't for the horrible heat, the suffocating humidity, and the giant bugs, Florida might have been, almost alright. Almost.

Bradenton Florida;
Friday September 18th — Wednsday September 30th.

Now we're off again, headed north, to Georgia!

{Cross-posted to AK Earls Go Blog, and Save The Croissants through blogpress. }


-- Posted From My iPhone,
Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Monday, September 28, 2009

The Continuing Weekly Adventures Of Dr. Zachary Smith H.M.O.


This Weeks Episode:
Episode #36: A Bit of A Rest.
-=fig. 156: You're Almost Home George=-
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Last Week as you Recall, Dr. Smith and George had just escaped from a Psycho Transylvanian who was holding George hostage inside a sarcophagus of Light Fuzz, this left him extremely tired and in no state to hurry back to Dr. Smith's House, So Dr. Smith Helped him, and then handed him off to Jeeves, Saying "Jeeves? Give him whatever he wants, But Don't let him Go to Sleep." "SURE, BUT WHY NOT?" That's Jeeves, he talks in all caps like that, being a ROBOTIC BUTLER and all. "Because we don't yet know how the physiological effects of being hypnotized by lamp posts will effect his Central Nervous System." "I'D SAY IT MAKES HIM SLEEPY. SIR." "So does Congo trypanosomiasis and look how that turns out. Pour coffee into him for now." "…*Yawn*…Coffee?…A proper…Englishman like me?…Indeed…*Yawn*…" They all shuffle Single File across the impromptu bridge that Jeeves made between The Door and The House as they both hover in the air, 600 meters {1968.50394 feet}
above the ground… "Jeeves? We've been in there awhile, couldn't you have made a better bridge?"
"THESE THREE TWO-BY-FOURS ARE PERFECTLY ACCEPTABLE FOR THE COMBINED WEIGHT OF YOU, SIR, GEORGE, AND MYSELF." "But where'd you get 'em?" Dr. Smith was really worried at this point, for Jeeves could only have gotten them from, "REMEMBER… THAT TATTY OLD BENCH IN THE YARD? THE ONE WE WERE GOING TO THROW OUT?" "We were not! you liar! I Loved that bench! Put it back together this minute!" At this point, they had made it across the Bench-Slat Bridge and were standing in the yard. There was a slamming off behind them, and the Bench-Slat Bridge, suddenly freed of its main support, tumbled away into the air below. They all {With the exception of George, who shuffled} Ran to the fence to look over the edge at the rapidly receding boards. "Bye, Mornings spent in the yard with breakfast and the paper… Jeeves? What's that?"
-=fig. 157: Jeeves? What's That?=-
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"I WOULD SAY IT'S A MYSTERIOUS HOLE IN THE FABRIC OF SPACE, AND TIME. CAUSED BY OUR {BY OUR, I MEAN YOU AND GEORGE, OF COURSE} MEDDLING WITH POWERS BEYOND OUR KEN, IMAGINING FALSELY THAT SPACE AND TIME ARE SOMETHING TO BE BENT TO OUR MORTAL WILLS! {EXCEPT I OF COURSE AM IMMORTAL, BEING A ROBOT} BUT OF COURSE, THERE ARE SEVERAL OTHER THINGS IT COULD BE." "Such as?" Dr. Smith says, practically screaming at Jeeves.
"WELL, IT COULD BE SPACE MANAGEMENT. " {For those who don't know, Space Management actually manages space, bending it and twisting it to the needs of the current tyranical I mean, Much Beloved Ruler, Capt. Brown, Time Management is the next office over.}
"I'm gonna go with that, Jeeves, as I would rather not have the universe come apart at the seams. That is either Legopolis, or some alternate dimension in which we are all badly portrayed by Foreign actors. In any event I'm intrigued. Bring Down The House, Jeeves."
-=fig. 158: Bringing Down The House=-
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Jeeves Pilots the house expertly, as per his programming. They gently float through space, with barely any ozone smell during their re-entry. "That Was…*Yawn*…Some Lightning…that s'posed to happen…?" "I Couldn't say, George, I've never ridden my House, or any house, for that matter, through a hole in reality." They float gently over the town, like a…well, like a house. There's nothing else to compare it to, really. But if I were to compare it to something, it would be a Distracted Blimp, as it tries to point out all the new architecture to a tired local who hasn't been home in awhile. "Right Jeeves, there's the old plot, steer to the left a bit." "RIGHT, SIR." "…What's that…Suction noise?…*Yawn*…" 'that suction noise' was a clever little invention of Dr. Smith's, Magno-Suction Powered Detachable Utilities reattaching themselves to the main house. Which is weird, because Dr. Smith didn't know about his house flying until it…Happened. But it was one of those Middle-Of-The-Night Ideas, the ones that wake you up and make you reroute your plumbing at 5:00 A.M. on a Thursday. "Bring 'er in nice and easy Jeeves, Nice And Easy, Stop! To the left! No, your other left!" "THAT WOULD BE THE RIGHT, SIR." "Whatever! Okay, now, down, down, you're Good! Stop!"
-=fig. 159: When the captain has turned off the "fasten Seat Belt Sign"…"
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'WHEN THE CAPTAIN HAS TURNED OFF THE FASTEN SEAT BELT SIGN, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO MOVE ABOUT THE YARD, THANK YOU FOR FLYING #17 RON DEVEU DRIVE. PLEASE EXIT TO THE LEFT SO THAT THE NEXT GROUP MAY RUSH IN AND TAKE YOUR SPOTS." "What'choo talking about Jeeves?" "ZACHARY!"

Huh? Who's that?
-=fig. 160: ZACHARY!=-
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Oh! It's Capt. Brown, Dr. Smith's old friend and The Most Respected Leader {Not Tyrant} of Legopolis. He's the one dressed all in Brown. The other people are Capt. Browns Rooftop Police, a much more effective and specialized division of the Legopolis Royal Police Force. "Zachary! My old friend! I see you got your house back safely?" "Yes I did, Thanks for sending it to me in the first place, It has really been helpful." If you Remember, it was Capt. Brown who sent Dr. Smith his house in the first place, way back in Episode #24: "Nope Not Conspicuous at all" Way back on the 7th of July, 2009. "Why don't you come inside for some Tea? Or was it Coffee you liked better? In any event, Jeeves was just about to make some, weren't you Jeeves?" "RIGHT, SIR."
-=fig. 161: Dr. Smith and Capt. Brown Sitting at the table=-
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"So, James, why have you decided to grace my humble abode?" "You know, Zachary, I Don't let anyone but you call me James. Odd. But then again I Don't have many friends as good as you, Zachary. Why am I here? Why was it… Oh, that's right, I was just passing through, hot on the trail of a Rouge Tax Collector*, you know how it is. And you Just sort of Appeared out of the Sky!" At this Dr. Smith Looks Extremely Worried, "You mean you Didn't order Space Management to bring us here?" "No, Space Management went out of business months ago, Something about the universe coming apart at the Seams, but they were always a bit wacko. The Deus Ex Machina Co. up and left too." "What was…Their Reason?" "Well, apparently their main product, "The Door" Went rouge, it wouldn't go where they wanted it to, and it would appear and disappear randomly! Isn't that Crazy?" Dr. Smith looked pale. "Randomly? Jeeves, you said there were a couple of things it could be, what are the other ones, besides Space Management, and…*Gulp*… Reality coming apart at the seams?" "1. AND 2. YOU ALREADY KNOW, BUT THERE IS ALSO 3. OUTSIDE FORCES, {SUCH AS ANY NUMBER OF DEITY'S, THE NARRATOR, FOR INSTANCE} COULD BE DOING THIS FOR THEIR AMUSEMENT, OR THE AMUSEMENT OF OTHERS." Capt. Brown scoffs, "Nah, that's too far fetched, Who is this 'Narrator'? Our lives aren't like some sort of book, or newspaper article!" "Of course they aren't, James." Dr. Smith says hurriedly, but thinks as fast as he can Narrator? I know you can hear me! Are you doing this? Stop it right now! Sorry, Zachary, I'm not doing it. Don't want Capt. Brown to think you're crazy huh? Good Plan, Zachary. But How did you know I could hear your thoughts? I'm very Smart. Ah well, there you go. "Is there a Fourth reason for our mysterious hole?" "WELL, IT COULD BE A BENIGN HICCUP, OR POSSIBLY A COUGH. IN OTHER WORDS, A PURELY NATURAL OCCURRENCE." "How could we find out?" "WE COULD GO AND LOOK AT THE HOLE UP CLOSE." Just then George wandered back out side "…I Don't want…to go with *Yawn* You, Dr. Smith…" Dr. Smith looks over at him and says "Okay, but why? I thought that you were having…fun?" "…I'm not as young as I used to be…I Can't be…running around between dimensions like this…!…And I'm so…*Ya-Tired-wn*.…My family is here is Legopolis, if they…remember me. It's been…fun, but I'm all Done…" Dr. Smith Nods and smiles, allowing him to refrain from the adventure further, if he so desires. But Capt. Brown just looks flabbergasted. "What was all that beeping?" Oh, yes, I almost Forgot, George speaks Morse Code, it's his native Tongue. Somehow. I Translated it here so that you could read it, but Capt. Brown Doesn't understand. Dr. Smith explains and adds, "He has suffered Major hypnotic and sleep-inducing experiences, physical trauma, and severe burns. he needs to get to a hospital." Capt. Brown looks at George, noticing his burnt clothes, scorched hands, crusted-in dirty shoes, the twigs in his beard and the tatty pith helmet and asks, "What Got him?" Dr. Smith answers, counting off on his fingers "Well, a mountain, a Forest, a cliff, a desert, several Lamp Posts, The Door, Several other Lamp Posts, A psycho Transylvanian, three cups of tea and an inter-spatial Rift." He Makes sure he hasn't forgotten something, counting backwards on his fingers, and muttering to himself. Jeeves Chimes In, "AND A QUART OF DR. SMITHS FINEST COFFEE, THREE CUPS OF WHICH MISSED HIS HEAD ENTIRELY AND RAN DOWN HIS SHIRT. I TRIED TO POUR IT INTO HIM AS WELL AS I COULD, BUT HE WAS STRUGGLING." "Jeeves, when I Said, "Pour Coffee Into Him" I Didn't mean actually…Pour Coffee Into Him…I Meant, Give Him Lots of Coffee, and for goodness sakes not the good stuff…that stuff's expensive! Give him the "Instant" chicory coffee, that's only 5¢ a pound." Capt. Brown stands up and says "Well Zachary, thank you for the coffee, this has all been very informative and strangely entertaining, But I must be going." "Really?" Dr. Smith asks, standing up as well. "Yes, I Really Must be going, Thank you for your hospitality." "Well, you're welcome," Dr. Smith says, "Any time you're in The Great Beyond, look me up." Capt. Brown looks surprised, "But you just got here! you're leaving already?" Dr. smith Nods Sagely. "Yep, we need to find out what's going on with the universe. Reality in general really." "Oh, well. Bye." "Bye." after the standard awkward moment that comes every time a close friend is about to leave the building, Capt. Brown hops over the fence and waves as Dr. Smith pulls the house away into the sky, the Magno-Suction Powered Detachable Utilities resist and then detach, just as expected, and Dr. Smith pilots the House expertly for someone who hasn't ever had any formal lessons and is not qualified for this class of dirigible.
-=fig. 162: Flying up Through the Hole in Reality=-
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As Dr. Smith and Jeeves set off on another adventure, We briefly look back and see Capt. Brown and his crew, standing in the abandoned lot where Dr. Smith's house used to be.
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"HEY!" Capt. Brown yells at a small, scared-looking man hiding in Dr. Smith's {Now Exposed} basement. He Pokes his head up from the rows of failed experiments and mysterious concoctions that every basement seems to accumulate, and says, "oh, rats. They found me. Well, at lest this tax collecting business is good exercise."
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We see Dr. Smith's house, now almost fully through the hole in the sky.

-=fig. 163: No, It Can't Be…=-
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"No, It Can't be…" Dr. Smith says, but why is he saying it? and about…What? Or…Who? Or…Whatever? Find out Next week in our next exciting episode,

Episode #37: A Bit of a Rest II, the Sequel.
-=Best Regards=-

Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

*Being a Tax Collector {Rouge or otherwise} is punishable by 15 years in state prison, £56,000 fine, and then Deportation. And in a city built on a plateau, Deportation is taken Very Seriously.

Rating System.

I had this great idea this morning, what if I could post reviews of some of my favorite stuff in my blog?  and then I thought, Well, I'd need some sort of rating system, right? So I made these:








Neat Huh?
Now I just have to think about what I want to review.

-=Best Regards=-


Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.





Literary excursion; Different book shop, and an invisible friend.




Here in a different book shop, I wandered in the isles, and heard this womans voice ringing out in the silence. I turned the corner and here was this perfectly normal-looking woman, sitting on the pictured chair, talking to a spot three feet in the air. Something about Halloween decorations, or something. Some sort of evil-looking black slug-thing was attacking her ear, but I was too polite to point it out.


-- Posted From My iPhone,
Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Literary Excursion; Desktop traffic cone.

While at afore-mentioned book shop, I also noticed this little time waster:



Now, you could buy this, or a "ridiculously expensive" iPhone app. It's all a matter of scale.

-- Posted From My iPhone,
Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Literary excursion; Adventure Hat.

Today the crew and I went to the bookstore, but not only do they sell books, but also this Fedora, or, as the tag says; "Adventure Hat"





It is because of hats like this people think anything other than a {shudder} baseball cap, is uncomfortable. Most quality Fedoras are extremely comfortable, but this particular Fedora is made of cardboard! It looks nice from a distance, being covered in faux felt, but it's still cardboard. Also, how hard would it be to just put "Fedora" on there? It's technically a French word, so obviously it's the same in most languages, cutting down on production costs by putting the same thing on all the tags, and it would educate the public.

Sad.

Humanity dissapoints me sometimes.

-- Posted From My iPhone,
Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

-=Neat Posters=-

To Keep you bored Readers happy while I'm Gone, I'm Going to Be Posting some of my favorite Clip-art posters, for some of my favorite destinations.
these posters aren't mine, they came from a Dover® royalty-free clip art CD, so they are probably O.K. to spread around, just don't sell them.
You would never think to look at this poster of 1920's high life that it really depicts a city in India.

-=Best Regards=-

Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.


Sunday, September 27, 2009

-=Neat Posters=-

To Keep you bored Readers happy while I'm Gone, I'm Going to Be Posting some of my favorite Clip-art posters, for some of my favorite destinations.
these posters aren't mine, they came from a Dover® royalty-free clip art CD, so they are probably O.K. to spread around, just don't sell them.


I've personally never been to Australia, so I had no idea that theyhave such neat old buildings!  Or have they built over them by now?

-=Best Regards=-

Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

-=Neat Posters=-

To Keep you bored Readers happy while I'm Gone, I'm Going to Be Posting some of my favorite Clip-art posters, for some of my favorite destinations.
Posted every day at 12:00, until I run out. 
these posters aren't mine, they came from a Dover® royalty-free clip art CD, so they are probably O.K. to spread around, just don't sell them.
Ah, the majestic beauty of Sweden expressed in the classic tale of man against freshwater piranha.

-=Best Regards=-

Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

Friday, September 25, 2009

-=Neat Posters=-

To Keep you bored Readers happy while I'm Gone, I'm Going to Be Posting some of my favorite Clip-art posters, for some of my favorite destinations.
Posted every day at 12:00, until I run out. 
these posters aren't mine, they came from a Dover® royalty-free clip art CD, so they are probably O.K. to spread around, just don't sell them.

Flyg Över Stockholm!  A.-B. Ærotransport! Bright Colors! Basic Shapes! All Caps!

-=Best Regards=-

Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

Like This Post? Check out the others!

Hi There Folks!  I just put in this neat little "Related Posts" thingy {Technical term} in the blog, but it only shows up on Post Pages, so if you are reading this from the main page click on the post header and then scroll all the way down.


And yes, I do Have internet, but only for a moment, so Comment quickly.  Of course I do Have an iPhone, so I can update the blog and approve your comments from just about anywhere, but go ahead anyway. 


-=Best Regards=-


Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.





Thursday, September 24, 2009

-=Neat Posters=-

To Keep you bored Readers happy while I'm Gone, I'm Going to Be Posting some of my favorite Clip-art posters, for some of my favorite destinations.
Posted every day at 12:00, until I run out. 
these posters aren't mine, they came from a Dover® royalty-free clip art CD, so they are probably O.K. to spread around, just don't sell them.

This is all that a poster should be, bright colors, a feeling of travel, and it gets the message across without having to understand the language.

-=Best Regards=-

Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.


Oh dear.


Tsk tsk tsk. Four exclamation marks, the sure sign of a diseased mind.

-- Posted From My iPhone

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

-=Neat Posters=-

To Keep you bored Readers happy while I'm Gone, I'm Going to Be Posting some of my favorite Clip-art posters, for some of my favorite destinations.
these posters aren't mine, they came from a Dover® royalty-free clip art CD, so they are probably O.K. to spread around, just don't sell them.
Barcelona Spain. I Love all the yellow, and their great luggage.  Again we see what a necessity the Hat  used to be.  Sad that hardly anyone feels that way anymore...


-=Best Regards=-

Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

The Continuing Weekly Adventures Of Dr. Zachary Smith H.M.O.

This Week On "The Weekly Adventures":
Episode #35: No, Dr. Smith, I Expect you to Die!

Last Week {As you Recall,} Dr. Smith had entered The Rather Large Blank Spot in Search Of his Friend and traveling companion as of late, George.
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But one of our camera's has broken.
can we switch to a different camera?

-=fig 149: What's all this?=-
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What's all this?  Black and white? get me color!

Well use one of those Spider-Cams I can see right there!

Here, give me the Controls.

I Know what Happened the last time I took the Controls, but I Have been reading the Manual!

Didn't know there was a Manual Didja!
{Admittedly It was in a rare 15th century Germanic dialect, but I got the gist of it…}
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-=Please Hold For Technical Difficulties=-
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-=We Now Return To Our Regularly Scheduled Programming=-
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-=fig. 150: Ah, Dr. Smith, I have Been Expecting you=-
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"Ah, Dr. smith, I huve Been Expecting You…" the Dark and Mysterious figure Says,  with just a touch of a Transylvanian accent… "You have?' Dr. Smith says with a note of confusion, for he has never met this Dark And Mysterious Figure before, Right? "Yez I have Dr. Zmith, Ever Zince my Lump Poztz Zpotted you out in the Desert of Death I have been Vaiting, Drawing you ever clozer, and Vhen you attempted to escape this Infinitely Blank Urea, I… Darn It. You got me revealing my evil Plot!  Lamp Poztz!  Attack!"  But Dr. Smith Doesn't make a move, he just stands there, looking smug. "I Don't think that they will attack" He says, smugly. "You See, Dark And Mysterious Stranger, I know their weakness."  "Unt That Iz?"  "That You control them!" He lunges, drawing his top-of-the-line Münkhöûsér500 [s] campaign Sabre, with a titanium forté and optional bronze hand-guard.

-=fig. 151: It was Clear that these two Talents were equally Matched=-
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Following a brief display of expert swordsmanship, it was clear that these two talent were equally matched.   So Dr. Smith Stuck Up a Conversation.  "So, er, you obviously know my, name, what's yours?"  "Your parry showz that voo were trained in the classic 17th century Italian fencing style, yet you apply it to a  sabre with great effect.  Interesting… Vat Is My Name?  My Name unt Villiam Von TipRău, Fifth count of Å¢ara Bârsei." Dr. smith silently mouths out the forign symbols, applying all his linguistic knowledge and says  "Von BadGuy? Interesting name."  "Von TipRău, Please."  "Well Von BadGuy, I have a confession to make."

"Ves?"


-=fig. 152: I Have a Confession to make=-
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" I'm Not Left handed." Dr. Smith Says, quickly switching hands, and in one sweeping motion he knocks away Von TipRău's Sword and pins him to the ground, with the edge of the blade Milimetres from Von TipRău's Throat.  "Voo are Very good. Very good indeed, now, Back avay from ze collar, yes?  Dis is a brand new shirt."  "Not until you release my friend from his cage of Light Fuzz."
 
-=fig. 153: Back Avay From ze Collar, Yes?=-
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"Light Fuzz? Light Fuzz, Light Fuzz… Oh!  You mean Ze Crackling Ballz Of Fuzzy Electriçity!" "Yeah." Dr. Smith Lowers the Sabre, Very Slowly…  "All right! All right! lampă de posturi libere prizonier!"  "Romanian? They obey Romanian?" with that he shouts out, "Du-te în direct în altă parte ÅŸi niciodată nu deranja om din nou! Acum!Von TipRău looks shocked. "Voo Speak Român? Vy hav I been speaking like dis da whole time!  Ve could have been speaking Român!"  "Dr. Smith Gives him the look C.E.O's give when they are about to fire somebody and said "care este modul în care kumquat săriWhich strangely enough translates to "That's how the Kumquat bounces." an odd tun of phrase.
He slowly raises his sword, but before sheathing it he calls out to the Lamp Posts "lampă de posturi, închide acest nebun, în lumina Fuzz"  Von TipRău looks scared, he screams, "Nuuuuuuuuuu!"
 
-=fig. 154:  Nuuuuuuuuuu!=-
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Dr. smith goes over to where George was formerly trapped, checking his Vital signs,
 
-=fig. 155: George? you O.K.?=-
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"George? you O.K.?"  He asks, but only superficially, for he already knows that George is fine.  Strangely the Light Fuzz seems to have hand no effect, other than a pervading sleepiness. "*Yawn*.  Hi Dr. Smith. Nice day Isn't it…*Yawn* Where am I again?…"  "You're almost home, George." Dr. Smith says as he lifts George up by the armpits and leads him over to where The Door stands, Open…

-=fig. 156: You're Almost Home George=-
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"Hey Jeeves!" Dr. Smith calls, "Bring George over and give him some tea Eh?" "OF COURSE, SIR."
"And some little *Yawn* Short Breads?"  "SURE GEORGE."

"Jeeves? Give him whatever he wants, But Don't let him Go to Sleep."

Join us next week for our next exciting Episode,


Episode #36: A Bit Of A Rest

Same time, Same channel!


-=Best Regards=-

Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

Monday, September 21, 2009

-=Neat Posters=-

To Keep you bored Readers happy while I'm Gone, I'm Going to Be Posting some of my favorite Clip-art posters, for some of my favorite destinations.
Posted every day at 12:00, until I run out. 
these posters aren't mine, they came from a Dover® royalty-free clip art CD, so they are probably O.K. to spread around, just don't sell them. 
See Greece!
-=Best Regards=-

Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

-=Neat Posters=-

To Keep you bored Readers happy while I'm Gone, I'm Going to Be Posting some of my favorite Clip-art posters, for some of my favorite destinations.
Posted every day at 12:00, until I run out. 
these posters aren't mine, they came from a Dover® royalty-free clip art CD, so they are probably O.K. to spread around, just don't sell them. 
ZOOM!  Doesn't this poster just convey that feeling of motion so well? It Is a race, after all.  Another french one, gee.   I'll try to get another country tomorrow.
-=Best Regards=-

Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

-=Neat Posters=-

To Keep you bored Readers happy while I'm Gone, I'm Going to Be Posting some of my favorite Clip-art posters, for some of my favorite destinations.
Posted every day at 12:00, until I run out.
these posters aren't mine, they came from a Dover® royalty-free clip art CD, so they are probably O.K. to spread around, just don't sell them. 
 The SS Normandie!  The most powerful steam turbo-electric propelled passenger ship ever built!
A french vessel, she made a total of 139 tranatlantic crossings, westbound from france, but only 138 eastbound.  Here's the Wikipedia article.
-=Best Regards=-

Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of Early Bird Industries, Inc.

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