What do you do with a drunken sailor, what do you do with a drunken sailor, what do you do

Beginning of the month, status report, recap for anyone who hasn't been following along: Hazel's Picture Gallery recovery project is underway, I have many many gigabytes of photos to sift through. A large percentage of them have some corruption that requires a binary datafile editor to fix. The prognosis is pretty good -- I'm guessing 25% or more photos may be recovered -- but it's a long hard slog to match up unidentified, unnamed, undated JPEGs to where they came from. And other demands on my time get in the way. Watch this space for updates as they're announced.

Last Thursday library_lynn and I went to Coral Cafe and talked to Christian McGuire, Joyce Hooper, and others, and the conversation touched on galtine1's garage freezer full of dead chinchillas. (We estimated 14 or 15 -- there seems to be at least 18 from what Sandra said at the convention, see below.) That night on the drive home, I worked out lyrics to a sea chanty and typed it up on Friday, printed out copies, and anonymously distributed them at the convention, primarily through caprine. At an appropriate point Friday night, when katt1028 and buddykat judged the time was right, a bunch of us sang to Sandra, and this is what we sang.

(Fifteen Dead Chinchillas, or, "Chinchillas on Ice", by Alex the Seal. TTTO "What do you do with a drunken sailor.")

What do you do with a dead chinchilla,
what do you do with a dead chinchilla,
what do you do with a dead chinchilla
earl-aye in the morning?



Chorus:
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
earl-aye in the morning



1. Wrap her in foil and stick her in the freezer,
   wrap her in foil and stick her in the freezer,
   wrap her in foil and stick her in the freezer
   Earl-aye in the morning.
   

( 2. Pick a stormy night and reanimate the body... )

Deconstruction

( Sandra, who was laughing at just about each verse as they came up, was also keeping count... )

She was convinced that caprine had to be behind the song (before I revealed myself as "Alex the Seal" on Sunday, by getting an extra badge in that name), and that there must have been a LiveJournal filter that she wasn't on that hatched this whole thing. Can you guys vouch that you never saw this song before today (or before Friday as the case may be)?

Oh, yeah, ConDor was fun. (Had to go, after all the ConDor in 1997 was the first convention I brought a digital camera to...) Didn't find anyone to take the second bed in my room, so it was quiet and lonesome out in that wing. My folks were in the same building, but library_lynn and Maria stayed home, so there were only three Badens on site. All with bear ears. I sat behind Mom & Dad at the con feedback session, where I noticed I'd actually picked a pretty good color for the silverback fur -- it's a fairly good match for the hair on both their heads when seen from behind. (Mom's always had white hair in front and darker hair in back.)

Chaz