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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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Never did see that Kodak toner. My own darkroom time was black and white. The best part in there was a Leitz enlarger. Had no clue as a kid what was right in front of me. In that thought, I may very well have seen that toner and it skipped, then sunk like a stone tossed on the calm water of my consciousness. The memory may still be resting on the river bed of awareness for fish to pewp on.
 
Never did see that Kodak toner. My own darkroom time was black and white. The best part in there was a Leitz enlarger. Had no clue as a kid what was right in front of me. In that thought, I may very well have seen that toner and it skipped, then sunk like a stone tossed on the calm water of my consciousness. The memory may still be resting on the river bed of awareness for fish to pewp on.
We feeling poetic this morning Contessa?.....:)
 
Ha, maybe I put La Contessa back in my sig? A nickname from university, and as nicknames go ain't so bad. There are some pretty confounding nicknames out there. Thinking Animal House.

Dunno why but Contessa seemed to suite you.....
Guess that's why I still use it....:)..

In my, heavy drinking, yoof I was called the Exorcist....

Whenever I turned up, the spirits disappeared.....:wideyed::D
 
It started innocently enough ....

And when a tale begins with that phrase, the promise is a tale worth hearing. So going to say the tale of my nickname didn't begin very innocently.

That has to do with a gentleman who invited me to join him for his night shift at a very small radio station in Geneva. He showed me to a free studio with no live mike, where I had the run of everything including a typewriter. So it's the typewriter's fault, really. Or the oscilloscope. There was a turntable, and one LP record. That record was The Stripper. Georges may yet have the material I wrote. It is unusual material in that I was reading La Nouvelle Heloise by Jean-Jaques Rousseau, and I was having a fine old time with that and the typewriter.

That's where the nickname came from.
 
Hmm, that looks suspiciously like some stuff I used to use in the darkroom, just, repackaged

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Speaking of brown stuff, anybody ever heard of Kodak T-9 Uranium Toner

Toxicity of chemicals wasn’t something they even thought about. When x-ray technology came out they over used it without concern. There was x-ray art, even x-rays of feet at shoe stores (Shoe-fitting fluoroscope).

Then there was those little green dots on watches and alarm clocks, Radium paint on watches. Military radios had this on some meters. The government mandated that when they sold surplus gear, all the meters with radium indicators had to be removed prior to sale for safety reasons. I have replacement meters without the radium in some of my equipment. Thankfully they were available.

What I like about brown toner is that it always made the subjects look so much happier.

Late 1800’s in England.
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It started innocently enough ....

And when a tale begins with that phrase, the promise is a tale worth hearing. So going to say the tale of my nickname didn't begin very innocently.

That has to do with a gentleman who invited me to join him for his night shift at a very small radio station in Geneva. He showed me to a free studio with no live mike, where I had the run of everything including a typewriter. So it's the typewriter's fault, really. Or the oscilloscope. There was a turntable, and one LP record. That record was The Stripper. Georges may yet have the material I wrote. It is unusual material in that I was reading La Nouvelle Heloise by Jean-Jaques Rousseau, and I was having a fine old time with that and the typewriter.

That's where the nickname came from.
Haven't read any Rousseau....I DID read a book once though.....I seem to remember that it was green......hmmm...:unsure:....
 
It started innocently enough ....

And when a tale begins with that phrase, the promise is a tale worth hearing. So going to say the tale of my nickname didn't begin very innocently.

That has to do with a gentleman who invited me to join him for his night shift at a very small radio station in Geneva. He showed me to a free studio with no live mike, where I had the run of everything including a typewriter. So it's the typewriter's fault, really. Or the oscilloscope. There was a turntable, and one LP record. That record was The Stripper. Georges may yet have the material I wrote. It is unusual material in that I was reading La Nouvelle Heloise by Jean-Jaques Rousseau, and I was having a fine old time with that and the typewriter.

That's where the nickname came from.

 
Typewriter repairman was a Thing.

In a certain timeline it is possible to receive a loaner pen when you take your fountain pen in for repair. The failure point was usually the rubber sac behind the feed. Lot of engineering time went into perfecting the fountain pen, with predictable flops.

The coolest fountain pen I own is the venerable Sheaffer Snorkel. It's just what it sounds like. A small tube extends from the feed and sucks the ink in with a downstroke of the rear assembly. Made for an ink squirt gun, and the Snorkel was widely banned in schools. Also banned from the classroom was Sheaffer Peacock Blue ink because of its retina-searing powers. I've a bottle or three of ink that's somewhat close to the old Peacock Blue. Filled my "everyday carry" pen last night with Bleu Pervenche as I filled out my form for the doctor I see in a few minutes for arthritis in my ankle.

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Typewriter repairman was a Thing.

In a certain timeline it is possible to receive a loaner pen when you take your fountain pen in for repair. The failure point was usually the rubber sac behind the feed. Lot of engineering time went into perfecting the fountain pen, with predictable flops.

The coolest fountain pen I own is the venerable Sheaffer Snorkel. It's just what it sounds like. A small tube extends from the feed and sucks the ink in with a downstroke of the rear assembly. Made for an ink squirt gun, and the Snorkel was widely banned in schools. Also banned from the classroom was Sheaffer Peacock Blue ink because of its retina-searing powers. I've a bottle or three of ink that's somewhat close to the old Peacock Blue. Filled my "everyday carry" pen last night with Bleu Pervenche as I filled out my form for the doctor I see in a few minutes for arthritis in my ankle.


I used pens with a leaver. The tip would go into the bottle, slowly pull the leaver to load the ink. It was usually messy. Then came the ink cartridges, you unscrewed the two halves of the pen, inserted the cartridge into the pen barrel, as you screwed the pen parts together, a hollow needle on the nib side would puncture the plastic ink capsule.

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The ink cartridge.
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