Tuesday, March 12, 2024

Because All The Other Fish Fear You

Went to see the Titanic artifact exhibit at the Carnegie Science Center on Sunday, which was really impressive. Was eyeing a pair of binoculars (heh) in the gift shop but balked at the price. 

But probably the most interesting thing I found at the CSC was this:

Item number 8 from the USS Requin, the preserved WWII submarine that resides there. It's a telegraph key for the radio. Open the full size image and closely read the description. 

Not everyone reading this may know about the regulations enforced during WWII that curtailed the production of most civilian goods during the war - no new cars, hardly any new tires for the ones still on the road, rationing of all manner of food to supply soldiers' rations, the list goes on. Instead, these companies were required to start making various types of equipment for the war. Firearms enthusiasts are familiar with decidedly non-firearm manufacturers making small arms, like Singer, which made sewing machines in peacetime, converting to make M1911 pistols; or M1 carbines made by, of all companies, Rock-Ola - who made jukeboxes! Firearms were only a part of what American industry was called on to produce - there were tanks and trucks, various munitions, bayonets and parachutes, all sorts of equipment that the military needed to defeat the Axis. 

So if you are a company whose business is toys - toy trains, in particular, and by law you can't use strategic materials to make toy trains, what do you do? Of course you fall in line and pick up some of the government contract work for war materiel. That's exactly what Lionel did. One of their major products was compass binnacles for Navy vessels - and I've seen one of these, actually, at one of the train collectors' shows in the past. Very interesting pieces of history. 

Saturday, March 9, 2024

I Am Leaving, I Am Leaving But The Fighter Still Remains

I have no idea why I'm back on this blog. I'm hungry, tired, and trying to kill time waiting for the dealership to finish with my car. Overdue inspection times wavy brakes plus recall has meant that I'm spending far more of my Saturday than expected sitting in the dealership waiting room and quasi-paying attention to the 'Good Times' marathon on the TV while other people buy cars. I've had exactly one lemon-lime Gatorade, one Monster Slim Jim, and one cup of passable dealership coffee and also a splitting headache. I expected to be on the road by noon and it's 1:30. Also also I'm killing time by and I have no idea why but I'm rereading both my blog and Drew Mackie's 'Back Of The Cereal Box'. Maybe that's why I unhid the Blogger app. I haven't felt like writing in I don't know how long. The link list was the only truly complete post I had handy so I just stuck it up there. And I'm obviously out of practice for this because I'm having trouble concluding this essay. 

It's been three years. I thought I'd finally given up on this. I can't tell anymore. 

Now I Wanna Be Your Dog

There is some insanely good stuff on this list.
The 20 heaviest songs before Black Sabbath

*munch*munch*munch*
Why You Can Hear Paul McCartney Eating Celery on a Beach Boys Song

That Time An SR-71 Made An Emergency Landing In Norway After Spying On The Soviets

This is actually really cool. The scene is a French train station in the 1890s.
WATCH WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU UPSCALE A 120-YEAR-OLD SILENT FILM FOR 4K

And this Jordan Peterson bit, I think, simply speaks for itself.