Get your dynamite caps!!!

Because it's Chas Addams 21st Death Day!

Being the kooky ol' cat that he was he would love it if we all celebrated with a cup of hen bane tea and entrails.

The General

Turns out the one and only Buster Keaton filmed a little movie called "The General" here in Oregon back in 1926.
The town of Cottage Grove was the film location.
The hubby and I took a nice little stroll through the downtown district. There wasn't much left to show of the great events from the past except for this fantastic mural of my Buster. You can see little ol' me near Buster's left hand...
Besides our somewhat fruitless search for Buster artifacts, we each got a fun old hat from the antique store.
We will be returning to Cottage Grove when the rest of the Damfino's from the International Buster Keaton Society show up in a year or two to take a tour of the film locations that are a bit remote.

The Great Stone Face

Just spent a large part of my day enjoying Buster Keaton films. A truly talented actor.
I believe that his slapstick comedy tops that of the 3 Stooges and Chaplin.
With his deadpan expression and vaudeville background he stole my heart.

As with most days, I did learn a very important lesson- Never let Buster Keaton build you a house in one week....it could be disastrous...

The Suite Life...

Sitting here in our little Victorian suite and enjoying the sounds of seagulls from the port below.
Life is good here in Port Townsend, WA.
Life is good at the Palace Hotel. A hotel with a very rich and colorful past.
Built in 1889 by a sea-faring captain, it quickly turned from a saloon and billiard parlor to a delightful little brothel. The brothel served the community for over 8 years until a grumpy sheriff stormed in and raided the place. The madame and her girls had to leave town. But the building was soon restored to a clean an orderly Victorian hotel. A 3 story hotel with suites and single rooms. Each room is named after one of the most noted girls from the brothel.
We are staying in "Simone's Room". A nice suite on the 3rd and top most floor, with a small full service kitchen and bathroom. (We do not have to share a bathroom like the peasants on the 2nd floor)
I personally can not wait until the wee morning hours.....I am hoping to see the rocking chair in the corner to be moving back in forth....I am hoping Simone comes by to visit....wouldn't that be a hoot. There is no "proof" that the hotel is haunted....but I can dream.

Just a dog-eared page...

Once again the curse of Cat Addams strikes a band down. *sigh*
I have recently rediscovered my love of The Matches....only to find that they have parted ways.
In my deep sadness, all I can do is leave you with one of my favourtie lyrics from my dear and departed Matches.

If I'm the sum of all my friends,
then all my friends are some of me
and if you're some way just like them
then I am you to some degree.

Boiled Salad of Fiddleheads...

Newly Sprouted Ferns
Pick a mess of 20 fiddleheads and keep them moist until a half of an hour before you dine. Scrape off the prickly hairs with a dull knife. Unroll the coils if you can, but try not to break them, as they must be cleaned. Chop off the coarse bottoms. Boil them for 30 minutes in heavily salted water.

Not particularly appetizing....

Meaningless Musings....

As I drag my heals through this technologically advanced world I find myself stopping here at the gates of the blogging realm....Once again the puppet of the world wide web....
*sigh*
But on a lighter note- I found a few quarters in the pocket of my jacket. Watch out Jolt Cola...here I come.