
Observations and inanities by a second-shift assistant supervisor in the Puppy-Grinding division of the Evil Atheist Conspiracy® (our motto: "Sure it's cruel, but think of the jobs!"), your host, Brent Rasmussen.
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I shall now proceed to brag shamelessly about my exciting life. Well, it WAS exciting. Back a ways.
It's here.
And here.
And maybe even here.
What really happened was I recently got a new scanner, and I tried it out on some of my old slides from my cowboy days. Plus, I'm turning (gasp!) 55 in a few days.
Now, back to your regularly-scheduled blogging experience.


















I am envious
Beautiful! Wow. I've spent too damn much of my life too near the road.
Great scans, too. What kind of scanner did you get? I have a friend with a ton of slides he needs to digitize, and is scanner-shopping.
Scanner
I got the Canon CanoScan 8600F. I'm not enough of a techie to really say it's a great scanner, but it does scan slides at least well enough to produce what you see. I'm still learning to use it -- some of my scans came out so dark they were unusable, but that's likely because I haven't read the directions enough to get to the part where you can adjust the scan brightness.
Note that this is not a dedicated slide/film scanner -- it's a flatbed with a scan unit both in the lid and in the bed. The lid unit is covered by a flat panel which you remove when you want to scan slides. You put the slides in a bracket that goes on the scan bed, set it to scan slides, and it does the rest.
I needed a flatbed scanner, and this one was not only rated highly, it had this additional useful feature of slide scanning.
Something I learned that the rest of you probably already know: I will never, never, never again buy a multi-function printer/copier/scanner/fax unit. It's one of those swell gadgets like a combined jet fighter-helicopter, or automobile-boat, that look sweet on paper, but sucks in real life. You end up with a sucky jet fighter which is also a sucky helicopter, or a sucky boat that doubles as a sucky car.
The printer function malfed on the Brother that I had -- and that made the copier and fax-incoming features useless. I took it in to a factory-authorized repair center to get it fixed TWICE, at great expense, and it was never really right. Which meant I had to hassle with the damned thing for some time, and was crippled in what I could do in my office the whole time.
I'd paid so much for it that I persisted in trying to get it fixed long after I would have just thrown out a cheap standalone printer, and gotten a new one. Or a standalone fax, or scanner, etc.
Plus, I like to buy a supply of ink cartridges in advance, so I have plenty on hand for when I run out. I was stuck with about $60 worth of ink carts.
In future, I'm buying all standalone units. With standalones, it's easier to cut your losses and upgrade when one of them malfs.
And just as an aside, screw you Brother. You're off my list.
And hey, since I'm wound up, I'll just say this too: Go into Office Max or Staples or wherever you buy your ink cartridges and look at the selection. The variety of the damned things is literally insane. I know printers could be manufactured so that they accepted any specific one of about a half dozen, or ten at the most, ink carts, and those could be made by generic makers at about a tenth the price. You should be able to buy printer cartridges in any corner store -- and if there weren't 700 different f*cking designs, you could.
In my opinion, we're being anally raped by printer manufacturers (and others) who deliberately build endless confusing glitz into their products so they can keep us addicted to whatever crap they condescend to sell us sheep.
I accept the fact that I'm one of the sheep, and probably always will be. But damn! I don't have to like it.
Multifunctions
Hank-
LOL. Sorry about your troubles.
Here is a short video of what US soldiers do to crappy multifunction machines when told they need to pay for tech support to make the thing work. I actually own one of these (HP 5510).
LOL - thanks! Best. Rip on multifunction devices. Ever.
I'm going to send a link for this reply to the next person who asks me about a multifunction unit - I hate them and being in computer support people ask me about them after they've already bought them. Once in a great while they ask me before purchase and I do whatever I can to dissuade them.
(This is the reason I don't like Swiss Army knives. I have a knife, with one blade made of 154cm steel. I have a screwdriver. I have a spoon. Shackling them together would only make them less functional.)
So how many?
How many broken bones do you have in your feet? I went to college with a girl who trained horses and she said that the had quite a few. Even with three other feet down that is still 500 pounds of pressure and that is a bit if applied in the wrong place.
Broken bones
Strangely enough, I've never had a broken bone in my life. (If I was a nice Christian, I suppose I might attribute it to the fact that the Creator of the Entire Universe personally watches over me -- all those people die on planes and stuff because God is too busy overturning the natural laws on a spot basis so as to keep clumsy horses from breaking my pinky toes.)
Duke once stepped on my dog's foot too -- I was leading Duke and Ranger was trotting alongside, Ranger suddenly yelped and I looked back to see his entire lower hind leg under Duke's foot. He limped off whining, but a few minutes later he was fine.
One thing that helped was that we kept the draft horses barefoot in the winter. Snow sticks to steel horseshoes and builds up a big ball of ice under each foot, which then breaks off at irregular intervals among the four hooves, keeping them with constantly uneven footing. A bare horse's hoof sheds snow easily, though. But a bare horse hoof also distributes weight more evenly across the lower surface of the hoof, compared to a shoe, which puts all the weight on a narrow band of steel around the edge of the hoof -- more easily crushing your toes, foot bones, etc. Probably the real reason my dog and I were only mashed, and not broken.
Also: Interesting thing about distribution of weight in horses (and dogs, cats, etc.) is that the weight would be evenly distributed among the four legs only if they had no head. With the head and neck, especially the weight of both in a big critter such as a draft horse, there's quite a bit more weight on the forelegs than the back ones. All the better to mash you with.
No, no, NO!
No, no, NO! Hank! Sheesh - get it straight, will ya? God is *healing* those bones instantly when they get broken. Why? Because of all the good prayers made to Jesus by the believers to open your heart and turn you from your atheism. See, they're so busy praying for you that they can't get missing limbs regrown for the poor amputees...
Jim Downey
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Like Science Fiction? Read my novel, Communion of Dreams, for free.
I did know that
but since I have no idea what the head of a horse weighs in proportion to the rest of it I thought I'd just approximate. You are a fortunate fellow though to get away with both the bull riding and the horse handling without a breakage.
That ain't Texas
Really nice pics, Hank. Only a couple in, I realized we weren't in Kansas anymore. Or Texas.
Though I drove cattle a lot as boy, it was all flatland. I only helped driving cattle in the mountains once, in Walden Colorado. Walden is in a valley, but it's still 8000 ft. The beauty, like what is caught in your shots, is breath-taking.
-Col.
Big Damn Horses.
Great pix, Hank - thanks for sharing! Those Belgians are some Big Damn Horses, aren't they?
And Happy Birthday, whenever that happens!
Jim Downey
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Like Science Fiction? Read my novel, Communion of Dreams, for free.
Oh, yeah.
"Big Damn Horses" is a great description. I'll have to remember that.
They're really big when they step on your feet. Also when you're trying to catch them and they're feeling frisky and playfully tap a plate-sized hoof in your belly as they gallop past. And especially big when they're 18 hands or so high and you're only 16 hands high, but night after night still have to get 60 pounds of harness up on their backs.
Still, sometimes I'd gladly trade THIS life for THAT one.