Pet portraits
Lots of modern compact cameras detect faces. They recognise face-like shapes, and keep them in focus when the picture is taken. It's a good idea, and seems to work well. Admittedly there are some problems with recognising all the different face-shapes in the world, although these generally seem to be through lack of testing rather than (somewhat unlikely) overt racism. There is, however, one obvious, glaring, flaw: for all the photographs of people, there are at least as many of pets. Enter Fujifilm's FinePix Z700EXR, which can supposedly detect dogs and cats. That must be some impressive software. I mean, if they're struggling with the variances in people...
Maybe I'm thinking about this upside down, though - Fuji may have simply developed a cuteness detector.
I'm assuming there's also a dangle-a-biscuit-in-front-of-the-lens button, because otherwise there's no way they're looking at the lens long enough for canine detectors to kick in.
- pretty sure this is the dog equivalent of the kid from Love Actually [↩]
Wandering around Stratford in the snow
As you may have gathered I was rather excited by the snow, and eagerly headed outside on Thursday to see how the world looked. The streets were very quiet and it was pleasant to walk around / stand in the middle of the road taking pictures. I headed down to Holy Trinity Church, which I thought might be pretty:
Odie the Pug
Jonathan Ross just said this is the best YouTube clip in the history of anything:
Cute, but I feel like I should feel guilty...
Bouncing, leaping and woofing
Stolen from Lisa's post:
Dear Dogs and Cats,
The dishes with the paw print are yours and contain your food. The other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.
The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack. Beating me to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.
I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry about this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.
For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years--canine or feline attendance is not mandatory.
The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's behind. I cannot stress this enough!
To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on our front door:
All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit & Like to Complain About Our Pets
- They live here. You don't.
- If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. (That's why they call it "fur"niture.)
- I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
- To you, it's an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.
This, you see, is what dogs and cats do. This is why they are lovable and generally great.
You know what dogs don't do? Prance around for no good reason. They don't skip around in nice circles, nor do they behave better than children. They certainly don't bugger about with jumping over silly primary-coloured fences...For those of you not in the UK, I'm talking about the annual Crufts dog show, which makes for utterly surreal television. Oh, hell. I've written about this before, two years ago. In an incredible explosion of ego, I'm just going to quote myself:
I’m not really sure where to start. I don’t understand it. Any of it. Why would you train your dog to lie perfectly still for ten minutes? Why would you want your dog to run around a set of poles? Why would you want a dog to go fetch a toy, give it to you, then run behind your legs and sit down? What? What? Why? Worst of all was the part where the owners run around with their dogs, and the judges then decide which is the best dog, by seeing which conforms the most to the breed specifications. Breed specifications? What. The. Hell. How do you define what a dog is supposed to look like? It’s like saying that Charlize Theron is the perfect female, and that we should have competitions where the woman who looks most like her is deemed ‘best woman’. It doesn’t make sense. How could you possibly choose a dog to base the specifications upon? Or maybe it’s a combination of features that look good, in which case that’s totally subjective. Abu? Whatchamagoobob?
[Andrew makes flabbergasted noises for a few more minutes, until he regains the ability to speak.]
Dogs are for loving and being generally happy, bouncy and cool. This is why dogs are good. This is also why dogs are Better Than Cats. Some dogs also have many applications in work, such as sheepdogs, tracker dogs and sniffer dogs. These are the things dogs do. They do not have to lie still for ten minutes for absoloutely no good reason. No. That’s weird. It’s demeaning. What you want from a dog is for it to do doggy-like stuff that it enjoys.
I see there was a little anti-feline bias in there
I like cats, really I do. It's just that, as the old saying goes: "Dogs see God in their owner. Cats see God in a mirror."
It's not like I think there's anything terribly wrong with the show - as far as I can tell, the dogs are treated well enough - I just can't understand what would make you decide to enter.
How many dogs does it take to change a light bulb?
Made me laugh. Found here.
Golden Retriever: The sun is shining, the day is young, we've got our whole lives ahead of us, and you're inside worrying about a stupid burned out bulb?
Border Collie: Just one. And then I'll replace any wiring that's not up to code.
Dachshund: You know I can't reach that stupid lamp
Rottweiler: Make me.
Boxer: Who cares? I can still play with my squeaky toys in the dark.
Labrador: Oh, me, me!!!!! Pleeeeeeeeeze let me change the light bulb! Can I? Can I? Huh? Huh? Huh? Can I? Pleeeeeeeeeze, please, please, please!
German Shepherd: I'll change it as soon as I've led these people from the dark, check to make sure I haven't missed any, and make just one more perimeter patrol to see that no one has tried to take advantage of the situation.
Jack Russell Terrier: I'll just pop it in while I'm bouncing off the walls and furniture.
Old English Sheep Dog: Light bulb? I'm sorry, but I don't see a light bulb.
Cocker Spaniel: Why change it? I can still pee on the carpet in the dark.
Chihuahua: Yo quiero Taco Bulb.
Pointer: I see it, there it is, there it is, right there.....
Greyhound: It isn't moving. Who cares?
Australian Shepherd: First, I'll put all the light bulbs in a little circle...
Poodle: I'll just blow in the Border Collie's ear and he'll do it. By the time he finishes rewiring the house, my nails will be dry.
While we're talking jokes, this is the best blonde joke ever.










