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TIL, “A Ghost Box is a radio device that rapidly tunes through broadcast FM radio stations, hoping to catch EVP replies by spirits from questions asked.”

(And – https://www.rtl-sdr.com/ghostsdr-rtl-sdr-based-ghost-box-sdr/ – people do it with software controlled radios, because why not?

Pareidolia FTW.)

He looks like Gollum.

Note people – Mark 5.2

Don’t send for it, it’s probably real. That’s how these things start, ‘ohlookatthishahaha’, and it ends with your eyes blank marble white, and Badger is running for his life as you follow him through the house talking backwards-speak.

@Monty-James
” and Badger is running for his life as you follow him through the house talking backwards-speak.”

With her new “art” tools grasped tightly in her hands.

Now I can’t get the theme from “Ghostbusters” out of my head…

“You don’t often see that kind of behavior in a major appliance.”

That’s a big Twinkie.

Comment from Steve Skubinna
Time: June 26, 2018, 2:53 pm

That’s a big Twinkie.
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“What a lovely singing voice you must have.”

“No job is too big, no fee is too big –“

The UK is losing its mind! It is 84 F there today & there are all sorts of heat alerts.

84F is warm
94F is hot
104F is really hot!

Suck it up!

Maybe he’s trying to get people possessed like in The Exorcist, only it’s with a radio instead of a Ouija board…he looks like he’s up to no good.

@Ric Fan — Yup, 84F is merely warm. I live in the southern, inland-coastal part of Georgia. It gets pretty doggone humid here, plus hotter’n heck — 90s pretty common late spring through early fall. Always wondered how the early explorers and colonists were able to live here, given that much of their wardrobe was wool. Nice, toasty, wool.

OT, but have any of your chooks provided THIS:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D23sMvVnrow
level of entertainment???

OldFert: To be fair, I was in N.O. and dying. Went up to a woman who was wearing a long sleeve sweater & asked how she did it. She said it was only in the low 70s. To me, it felt like a 102! lol

When your roads and railroads start buckling at 84F – you need to consult the notes from the dead British engineers who built railways across India and Africa.

That sort of thing wouldn’t have been allowed under Queen Vicky, she would not have been amused.

Oldfert – well, first off, they didn’t have either central air, or central heating. They lived in the air that the good Lord made available to you with some slight man made modifications for raising the temperature but very few for lowering it.

If you walk around in wool all day, you get used to it.
Ask Subotai Bahadur.

You don’t smell very good, but you get used to that too and besides no one around you smells wonderful so you all sorta stink together and everyone is happy (except for people who are reeeeeeeaaaallllly stinky).

Plus I imagine a good number of people in those parts wore that cotton stuff.

It appears stoaty has melted! I repeat, stoaty has melted!

DY & RF Yup, acclimation sure helps. When I was a kid in NJ and Virginia AC was not in our budget. I don’t think this area could’ve become so populated without it.
We made a sightseeing tour trip in Savannah soon after we moved to this area. We knew about sleeping porches, moving the stove outside to cook (in fact some of the squares in Savannah, we were told, were used as community cooking areas for a while).
One of the stops was an old antebellum house (pretty fancy) that was used as, I think, General Sherman’s HQ while occupying the city.
Upstairs was a big dome. The guide said there were gas jets along the base off the dome and when it got really hot, they’d light up the gas, open a hole in the top, and it would become a giant exhaust. Opening the windows downstairs would guarantee a nice flow of air coming in through the windows.
Everyone must’ve been stinky as heck. I agree, though, cotton must’ve been very popular.

When I was a kid, one of the times my daddy was stationed in San Antonio, we lived in a big old house at the back of Ft. Sam Houston. They were old officers quarters from the 1800s. They were pretty ramshackle when we lived in them-reserved for junior officers with many children. The place had a porch all around the house on both floors. We had old barracks beds with top frames on them out on the porches- the places weren’t air conditioned back then. In the summer we would hang damp sheets over the bed frames and sleep out there…not only nice and cool but lots of fun as we would send Morse code messages with flashlights to all the kids sleeping out also!

I do hope you’re OK, Stoatie. Your absence is worrying.

In my imagination, I see Mme. Hermine on her electric bicycle on her way home when suddenly a lovely hen runs out right in front of her. There’s no time to avoid her, and Stoatie hits her. The hen is injured but alive. Stoatie jumps off her bike, and starts caring for the injured bird: straightening its airway and giving it mouth-to-beak resuscitation interspersed with cardiac thumps. While doing this she is able to pull out her mobile phone, dial 999, and ask for the immediate dispatch of a full Life Support team of Emergency Veterinary Service specialists. They arrive a some time later, just as Stoatie is facing exhaustion from her strenuous efforts, and take over treatment, telling Stoatie that she did everything exactly correctly and most certainly saved the hen’s life. Our Mme. Hermine then makes her way home and falls, utterly without any remaining energy, into bed.

And that’s why we haven’t heard from her this evening. Or so I imagine.

She probably just forgot… like last time!

Weasel commuting by bicycle through the countryside encountering chickens?

Somehow I can’t get this image out of my mind

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=kjHHTWalnvw

Or….perish the thought….

She bought the Mk 5.2. …

and right now, as I type, poor Uncle B is sitting in a dark cupboard under the stairs trying to talk sense into the white marble eyed woman whispering “EMOC TUO DNA YALP REGDAB. REGDAB EMOC TUO I TNOW TRUH UOY…” as she scratches the wooden door softly with her “art” tools.

The wood’s getting a little thin…. just sayin.

Seriously Madam W, I hope we’re all worried for no good reason.

They were such a nice couple. Until they received an unholy receiver, and tuned in—

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