A/V Geeks Lunch 2-24-2022

Oh my god. Do not do that. Do not let little kids do that. Wow. I think uh the only film that I've seen that was even worse as far as putting children in danger from animals was Safety with Animals, which was an amazingly irresponsible film uh for kids about how to interact with wild animals or with horses. Um anyways, uh I'm Skip Alzheimer. Welcome to the Age Geeks Lunchtime streaming show. We are taking a break from reading depressing headlines and we're going to bury ourselves in a bunch of films about animals and other stuff. Uh this is Mother Max Puppies Find a Happy Home Find Happy Homes. This is Emily Frith film. Uh I think the title is clipped but it's awesome nonetheless. This is where mother Mac has trained her seven puppies to be well behaved, brave little dogs. Now that they are 6 weeks old, leave their mother for new homes. Gives the puppies the right food to make them strong and healthy. They eat three meals a day. Don trains Tammy to sit up as he thinks other children like a dog who knows how to do tricks. The boys are proud of the puppies and want each dog to look his best when Mr. Conover comes over to choose one. But the puppies just can't see any reason for making a fuss. They don't realize how important it is to look clean and well-groomed. Now, Bobo, that's not a toothbrush. And it's not good to eat. Doug is patient but firm with the little dogs. Mr. Conover, who lives next door, comes to pick out his dogs. He examines the puppies carefully. He knows that a good dog has strong, sturdy bones, a healthy coat of hair, a bright, intelligent look, and most important, a good disposition. The boys tell him the good points of each of the puppies. Donnie tells Mr. Conover how smart Tammy is, and Tammy likes Mr. Conover right from the start. Don would like to have Tammy live next door to play with Bobo, the dog that their father has said they may keep. Each one of the puppies is so cute, it is hard for Mr. Connover to decide. Doug wants the puppies to show how frisky they are, but the puppies want to play in the box where they sleep. Doug keeps a blanket in their box because he knows it is important for puppies to have a warm to sleep. Mother Mac wonders what is happening. Tammy has won Mr. Connover's heart and he takes Tammy home to live with him and Mrs. Connover and their cat Anna. Mother Mac is worried. She does not want Tammy to go. And Tammy is a little homesick at first. Donnie comforts the puppy. Very soon, Tammy is as happy as he can be. This is a home where a puppy can relax and enjoy himself. [Music] He makes friends with Anna the cat. Dogs and cats are often good friends when they get to know one another. Anna likes him and tries to mother the baby dog. Tammy is very contented in his new home with Anna and the conovers to take care of him. [Music] Later, Aunt Lucy chose the puppies to her friend, Mrs. McCloud, who wants a good-natured dog to play with her children and to learn to guard them as he grows up. Mark is too young to keep all the leashes of the six little puppies from getting tangled, especially when each puppy wants to go in a different direction. Mark isn't a bit afraid because he knows a puppy won't snap at him unless he teases the puppy or is rough with him. Mrs. Mloud teaches Mark to be gentle with the little dogs. She is as good and kind to a puppy as she is to her own children. She knows that a happy home for a puppy is one where there is plenty of love and where the puppy can feel he is needed to love and protect his family. Puppies are good companions because it is their instinct to love people. The puppy looks up at Mrs. Mloud as if to say, "I would like you to be my mistress. I will take good care of your babies." Paul has never seen so many puppies. Puppies are so friendly. He thinks it's fun to choose a dog. Mrs. Mloud takes her puppy in for dinner. A nice way to begin life in a new home. Mr. Tim comes to pick out a puppy for his grandson, Moat. Don is a good salesman, and Mr. Tim chooses Rudy. He takes Rudy to live in the country where Moat and his family raise flowers for market. A week later, Doug goes to visit Mo and Rudy. Mo's uncle is a fisherman, and the children like to play on the nets piled high on the truck. Mo is very proud of Rudy, who adores Moat and follows him wherever he goes. Mo enjoys taking care of his dog himself. Rudy always wags his tail and is grateful for everything Moat does for him. In the meantime, Jiggs has gone to live with a gentle Mrs. Shanks and her cat, Pussen Boots. Mrs. Shanks understands animals and gives them lots of affection. Jiggs tries as hard as he can to please her. Like all dogs, he has quickly adapted himself to his new family. He is not at all lonesome for his brothers and sisters with push and boots for a playmate. Mickey has a good home with the Bickers family. Mrs. Bickers tells the children a story. She is kind and teaches the children to be thoughtful with their new dog. Tony is old enough to know what a little dog likes. She is gentle with her new puppy and Mickey is devoted to his mistress. Tony knows a little dog needs plenty of exercise and unfassensic collar to play with him. Mickey likes to romp with Tony. He would like to catch the ball. He runs and runs. But his little legs are so short he soon gets tired and comes back to Mrs. Bickers. A puppy can't ask for a drink of water, so it must always be where he can get it. Such good care makes a happy home for Mickey. Mr. White, who works for the milk company, stops by on his way home to look over the puppies. The boys like Mr. White and are anxious to have him take one of the puppies to live with him and his family. Mr. White knows the points of a good dog and feels the puppies to be sure that they are strong and husky. He looks carefully into their eager little faces. He would like a smart puppy because he wants to teach him tricks. Kilty seems to be just the right dog for Mr. White. But Mr. White thinks Bobo is a fine dog, too. However, he decides on guilty and takes him to put him in the front of his truck. The boys give Mr. White the dog's bed so Kilty will be comfortable in his new home. Kilty feels welcome in his new family. Penny and the neighborhood children. He loves to play with them. It is hard for a little dog to keep up with so many children. Penny is teaching the dog to sit up. Sometimes by being too rough with them or by squeezing them too hard, Penny's mother reminds her to be gentle. And Kilty is happy but back at the Dow's home without her puppies and Doug tries to cheer her up. Bobo too seems sad. But the boys are pleased that each puppy has found such a good home. They have learned that a happy home, whether for a puppy or for a girl or boy, can be large or small in the city or in the country. As long where your family loves you and you do your best to be kind and helpful. Bobo thinks his home is best of all sins. That's crazy. Um, yes. So, we saw people of color in this film. Um, and that's not normally a big deal, but it is a big deal because it was made in the 50s and a lot of educational filmmakers weren't having people of color in their films unless it was about a country in Africa um or somewhere else. Um, so to show that in a kind of a suburban setting was pretty novel. Uh, she, uh, Duck and Cover has a couple of students of color in it as well. So, we saw puppies, we saw some cats, but let's watch some kittens. This is Kittens Birth and Growth. [Music] Hubin and Billy are hurrying home from school for a very special reason. During the last few days, they have been eager to get home to see their mother cat. is going to have kittens at any time and the children hope to be present when they are born. The children ask their mother if anything has happened. They mark off a calendar mother made for them. It takes about 60 days or about 2 months before kittens are born. The children fold and place a soft blanket in a box for Millie. That night, father is reading a story to the children before bedtime. Millie has been restless all evening, but she is settled before the fire to enjoy its warmth and to be near the family. Mother calls, "It's bedtime." The children leave and so does Millie. Come quickly. Millie is having a kitten. The children hurry. Oops, Billy. The tooth. Hurry up. A white kitten has already been born. Millie is now having a black one. See how Millie cleans her babies. By the way Milliey's sides move in and out, you know that another kitten will be born. As soon as a kitten is born, it can crawl. Mother keeps a record of the kittens as they are born. One white, two blacks. A little black one is already hunting for a place to nurse. Look, their white kitten is being born. See how Millie cleans her kittens. Two whites, two blacks, four kittens in all. Robin thinks funny. Billy says like baby chicks he saw hatch. The kittens are nursing contentedly. Since Milliey's sides have stopped moving, they think she has had all her babies. Robin and Billy leave for bed. 5 days have passed. The kittens are dry and fluffy. They have grown larger, more than double in size, but their ears are still flat, not pointed like cat's ears. Millie is a good mother. She leaves her kittens only for a few minutes to eat or to go outdoors. The kitten's eyes are closed tight. They cannot see. Millie comes when she hears them cry. She washes her babies with her rough tongue and keeps them clean. The kittens drink their mother's warm milk. 10 days old today. The kitten's eyes are opening. In a few more days, their eyes will be completely open. The children handle the kittens gently and not too often. See how carefully Billy is holding the white kitten. One afternoon, when the kittens are about 3 weeks old, Robin and Billy hear a loud mewing. They go to the kitchen. Look, one is falling out of the box. Billy wants to help, but Robin stops him. Let's wait and see what Millie does. Millie lifts her kitten carefully by the back of the neck. She puts it in the box. [Music] Robin says they need a larger carton. Mother brings a new box. The children are very wise. They use both hands to pick up the kittens. Only a mother cat knows just how to lift a little kitten by the back of the neck. When the kittens are one month old, the children take them out of doors on warm spring days. The kittens are curious about many things. the grass and the bugs, the string that swings, and most of all, they are curious about mother's sewing box. Robin wonders if they're ready to drink cow's milk. Not yet. During the warm spring days, the kittens play on the porch. They are curious about paper bags and shadows and strings and many other kinds of things. Millie watches her family play. By the time the kittens are 5 weeks old, Millie has taught her family to lap up milk and how they enjoy it. The little gray one doesn't want to stop. The white one washes his face after he eats. He keeps his whiskers clean. The other white kitten finishes the milk and washes his face. And now for a cozy nap. The kittens have watched mother eat meat for many days. Finally, when their teeth are strong enough, the kittens begin to eat meat. M, it's good. Until this time, Millie has fed her babies and kept them clean. Now they can drink cow's milk and eat meat. They no longer need their mother's milk. This is called weaning. Now that the kittens are weaned, they must learn to use a sandbox. Mother pours sand into a small carton. They are curious about the new box. At first, the kittens think it is a play thing. Oh, they romp and play. In a few days, they will learn to use it properly. Kittens are very neat and clean. Milliey's family has grown. The kittens are 2 months old. They no longer need their mother. [Music] Uh, so no cow's milk. Bad idea. But um, yeah, kittens being born. I have a film that talks about how uh to spur conversation about where babies come from, you should have your child watch uh kittens or puppies or some other animal being born so that um they'll start asking questions which I think is pretty great. Okay, so I had mentioned yesterday that I felt bad that I had not actually started uh because of this February is Black History Month and I have a lot of films that uh deal with that black history. Uh and so I want to show some. So yesterday we showed some films about the Tuskegee Airman and today uh this is a short documentary about um the photographer Gordon Parks who um besides being a an amazing photographer uh also directed Shaft and a couple of other uh awesome films. So this is Weapons of Gordon Park. Uh I am hoping that this will not get me in trouble. Uh, I'm I'm not quite sure who made the film, but we'll see. We'll play it by ear. Hey, I haven't been banned in a while. Let's go for it. What What's the worst that could happen? Enjoy. [Music] Heat. [Music] Heat. [Music] Oh, heat, heat. We are standing silent in the safe quarter of this pale green gap. gas chamber. Only a thick glass will separate us from the death we have agreed to witness. Close behind me, a minister leaves his Bible for words to say at the appropriate time. The quiet is heavy. And I damn myself for accepting the warden's invitation. But it's too late for that now. The doomed man is already coming. Ashen and shaking. He's flanked by three beefy guards. Only the compassionate whispers of the minister stir the silence. that the saying of Jesus might be fulfilled which he spake signifying what death he should die. The prisoner observes us through tears and for a curious moment his eyes seem to question our presence. Two of the guards are leaving but one lingers to adjust the stethoscope over the heart. There must be a precise moment of death to enter the record. The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want. The guard is advising him or warning him to inhale it quickly to get it over with fast. And at last he sits alone, head bowed, thumbing the Bible, awaiting death. I must assume the port reporter's obligation and remember the passage he finally selects. A tear is rolling down the man's cheek as he thumbs on. He restoreth my soul. He leadth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. In the glass I perceive my own image emerging from his interestingly abstract the two images one over another. I recall the elaborate conspiracy of evil that once beckoned me toward such a death and I am afraid and I am almost frightened into running but I won't call it vanity bravado pride or whatever only I know it to be something different a faith in the weapons I hold to route such fear years ago I found them one by one they were all half hidden an obscure cubby hole stretching along the labrenthian corridors of my early life. The full meaning of my mother's death settled over me before they lowered her into the grave. They buried her at 2:30 in the afternoon. And by nightfall, our big family started to break up. Once there had been 15 of us kids and I was the youngest. There was never much money. So my brothers and sisters, the older ones, scraped up enough for my coach ticket to St. Paul, Minnesota, where I was to live with my sister, Maggali. My mother had requested this a few minutes before she died. Papa, a good, quiet man, spent the last hours before our parting, moving aimlessly about the yard. keeping to himself and avoiding me. A sigh now and then belied his outer calm, and several times I wanted to say that I was sorry to be going, that I would miss him very much. But the silence had always lain between us, and it prevented this. Now I realize that probably he hadn't spoken more than a few thousand words to me during my entire childhood. Mama and papa had filled us with love and a staunch Methodist religion. We were poor, though I didn't know it at the time. The rich soil surrounding our clapboard house had yielded the food for the family. And the love of this family had eased the burden of being black. But there were segregated schools and warnings to avoid white neighborhoods after dark. And I always had to sit in the peanut gallery, the negro section at the movies. We weren't allowed to drink a soda in the drugstore in town. And I was stoned and beaten, called [ __ ] black boy, darkkey, shine. And these indignities came so often I began to accept them as normal. Now at 16, I considered myself lucky to be alive. But three of my close friends had already died of senseless brutality, and I was lucky that I hadn't killed someone myself. Yet, as the train sped along, the telegraph poles whizzing toward and past us, I had a feeling that I was escaping a doom which had already trapped the relatives and friends I was leaving behind. For although I was departing from this beautiful land, it would be impossible ever to forget the fear, hatred, and violence that we Negroes had suffered upon it. That first winter was the toughest one of my life. at the height of a Minnesota blizzard. I had fought with my brother-in-law and he threw me out of the house. I never thought of seeking shelter and food at the Salvation Army or some other charity. Yet, there were some other things I considered, and the worst was robbery. This I came closest to one dawn when I found myself alone on the trolley with an aging conductor. He stood there just above me with a bundle of green bills watered together with a rubber band. At the sight of him, my hand tightened about a switchblade in my pocket. I pressed the button and the long blade popped out. Conductor. And I looked at him trembling now with all my mother's teaching coming hot at me. Conductor, I said, would you give me a dollar for this knife? I'm hungry. I don't have any place to stay. He watched me for a second. You can keep the knife, he said, peeling off $2 bills. Go where you want and get some grub. But I refused the money, jumped out of the car, and hurried off, more frightened and ashamed than I had ever been in my life. But that winter, I finally found work at 16, playing piano in a brothel. [Music] I came to New York for the first time in the early 30s while the Great Depression was still over the land. I arrived with a white orchestra one wet gloomy morning. But within two hours, the orchestra disbanded, and I was suddenly broke and homeless again. The drummer in the band walked me to an uptown subway entrance, and I asked him where I should get off of town. I'll take the A train he shoted back. Get off about 125th Street. [Music] This was Harlem. And at last I was a part of it. Its people, its songs, and its words. [Music] Then I started roaming through the sea of black faces and I discovered that they were not as I had expected them to be. This wasn't Kansas, Minnesota, where people with dark skins usually nodded to one another. It was like being cast upon an island with kinfolk who had suddenly become alien to you. Harlem was fully alive now, but a chill still hung in the air and the stoops were filling with negroes who stood warming in the sun. and their moods seemed as ugly as their clothing. And they looked as if all promise had died inside them. I was lost in the stream, closed in by Ethel's Beauty Shopppee and Joe's Burgers and the Funeral Home and the Church of God and Christ and the Church of Good Hope and Smalls Paradise and the Funeral Parlor and the Harlem Bar and the Harlem Lunch and Harlem Barbers and Saturday Night Caskets between the Black and Tan Bar and Ebony Lounge and Pilgrims Baptist. Shine, mister. And honking taxes, doorway Johnny's eyeing Miss Mighty Stockkins, Miss Fine Gams, Miss Good Bread, all the big breasted and hip swinging and the sign of the believer, the sirens and the hospital meat wagons, fat wall of records. Come in, brother. Come in and listen. Undertaken establishment and a funeral home. Shine, mister's beauty shopping and Carl's hot dogs, root beer. 7 cents. 7 cents, brother. Come get it. Give me some skin, Daddy. Well, Herbs Bibles, candles, pictures of black Jesus, Marty's Pawn Shop, Jock's Place, the Duke's latest hit, Come in and Listen, the Mucci. Come in, brother. It don't cost you nothing, and the African Methodist Episcopal Church and Chick Web at the Seavoy. What a friend we have in Jesus. Halt, halt, halt, or I'll shoot. And police brutality continues in Harlem. Boy murdered. Negro group set for protest. Get your paper here. Read all about it, brother. Read all about it. Ads. Ads. Ads. White waiter wanted. Ads. Ads. Ads. White plumber needed. Ads. Ads. Ads. White nurse wanted. Ads. Ads. White bartender needed. Can you use me for any kind of work, mister? Any kind. Sweeping. Dishwashing, window washing, waiter, cook. Any kind, mister. Any kind. I'm hungry. While I was photographing Red Jackson, the Harlem gang leader, he once described one of his gang's worst rumbles. We've had a lot of fights. We called one in our day. He said, "We had it one day when we had fellas coming at us from all directions. Zoom. Zoom. So we all ran up to the bunch in front of us and let the guys in back of us chase us. We was grabbing garbage can tops and sticks and things and making a lot of noise and breaking out windows. Pinglingang pingling. That kind of got them scared so they started firing at us. Pow! Pam! Pow! Pam! We kept on firing too. Pam! A lot of glass was breaking and that really made us sound vicious. Others finally quit it. We were really lucky that day that was none of us got hurt. This evening island operated read his longing, his loneliness, his brutal form of city courage. The ghetto dictated his strange moods. gave birth to the violence that time and again erupted within the orbit of his narrow life. So very little sun shone in his world. And even on the hottest nights, the city seemed to drop a shroud of cold about him, making each hour an eternity of misery. often when my conscience allowed. I looked deeply into him and examined my own youth in the mirror of his existence. I have photographed poverty in many parts of the world. The worst I saw in Brazil where I found Flavio [Music] He was a 12-year-old boy slowly dying of asthma, tuberculosis, and malnutrition. [Music] Flavio lived in a FLLA, a sweating slum of the rich, elegant city of Rio de Janeiro. And home to him was a hillside jumble of squatter huts that sat beneath a looming figure of Christ. Despite his misery and illness, Flavio cared for his six brothers and sisters, while his mother and father worked for at most $25 a month. Each day was filled with fighting and tears. Hunger and dirt he could spare. Water carried a mile with the slippery hill on his head. But humanity had all but forgotten him. Yet he was so strangely human. I constantly wondered how the frail body got the strength to love when love seemed to have so absolutely denied it. He always managed a little painful smile when I approached. as if I had brought along a pocket full of magic hope. [Music] Young as he was, he knew that death outraged birth on every hill around him. Mama says only the lucky ones die young in the fella. He told me one day. [Music] And times without number, I saw the fathers impassively carrying the yet unimbalmed lucky ones down the slopes. In Flavio's Flla, tears were for those who died old. For it was they who knew the misfortune of long life on this hill of human waste and sorrow. [Music] When Alan, my grandson, visits me, I think of his future and of my past. My mother had freed me from the curse of inferiority long before she died by not allowing me to take refuge and excuse that I had been born black. Now when I think back to my years as a railway waiter, a flop house porter, and a piano player in a brothel at 16, I know what I don't want for my children are their children. And I can only hope that the weapons they choose will be tempered with love instead of hatred. [Music] Elizabeth, my wife, has gotten to know all my habits. She brings me tea late at night when I write. She reads and criticizes some of the passages from my old book and the present one. She knows the best way to awaken me in the morning is by playing classical music that I like [Music] and bringing me that inevitable tea. I composed a piano sonata that best describes my three children's personalities when each was 7 years old. Gordon, the eldest, is now photographer. He was more complex and wandering as a child. David now in the army was rollicking rough and boisterous. Tony who was a gifted composer was gentle but lively. [Music] [Music] My daughter Tony and I often composed together at the piano. playing, listening by tape for corrections and any new ideas. [Music] Is that a D sharp or better? Okay. [Music] [Applause] Heat. Heat. [Music] Heat. Heat. Oh, you are [Music] [Music] [Applause] Heat. Heat. [Music] Heat. Heat. [Music] Now, when I look back to the early years of hardship and hunger. I know how fortunate I was to have had a choice of weapons. [Music] [Music] This was a special day for a kitty and me. I was having the best dream about her when Helen Helen, wake up, dear. It's time to get out. The pet show. Today's the pet show. [Music] Here kitty kitty. Here kitty. Here kitty kitty. Here kitty. Mommy, have you seen kitty? No, I haven't. Well, I might have known. Come on, Sleepy. You're going to school with me today. You're going to be in a pet show. If you look clean and healthy, you might win a prize. Now, Kitty, stay right there. We're going to have fun washing together. That's a good kitty. First your face. And be sure to get in all the corners. See how much soap I use on my washcloth? Lady of it. Now watch me. Good girl. Now your neck and chest. Make that spot fluffy and white. That's good. Get as far around back as you can. Oh, you want to watch me, do you? All right, I'll show you. Back and chest and back and ears. First one, then the other. Come on now. You can't just sit there. You're the one who's going to the pet show today. Don't forget those dirty paws. That's a good kitty. I'm going to be proud of you today. Scrub them hard. Poor get dirtiest of all, don't they? I too have to do more scrubbing on my hands than anything else. This is the way I wash my hands. Wash my hands. Wash my hands. And this is the way I wash my arms. Early every morning. Yes. This is the way we wash our arms. Wash our arms. Arms would be so much easier to wash if they didn't go all the way up to the shoulders. [Music] Now go ahead and do your other two paws while I brush my teeth. I used plenty of paste and I wet my brush. Then up and down, down and up, up and down is a way to brush. Then rinse my mouth. That's what I do. Rinse my brush. That's what I do. Then I rinse the glass. And I'm all through. Now, let's have a look at your teeth, kitty. You're so lucky. Did you see how much brushing I have to do to keep my teeth clean? It takes a lot of brushing to keep my hair shiny, too. I brush and brush my hair many strokes every day. And mother washes my hair every week so it will be shiny and strong just like kitties. I have to comb my hair many times during the day to keep it looking neat. Sometimes I wish I were a cat so I wouldn't have to do so much brushing and combing. Kitty is waiting for her breakfast. I know she's hungry, so I greet myself in a hurry. While mother puts my breakfast on the table, I give Kitty hers. She gets liver and a big pan of milk. I start my breakfast with a big glass of fruit juice, a bowl of cereal, and a glass of milk. Mother says that meat makes kitty big and strong. By the way she likes to eat. You'd think she'd be the size of a house. It's all the milk she drinks that makes her bones and teeth so strong. When I finish my cereal, I have a piece of buttered toast and drink my milk. Of course, I eat more than Kitty, but then I'm bigger than she is. Kitty always cleans up her dishes right to the bottom. Like all cats, kitties meet. She wipes her mouth when she's finished eating. Kitty and I do many things alike. Mother let me take my own dishes off the table. I put them in the kitchen and then Kitty and I are ready for school. In you go. That's right. Helen's going to take you to school in your carrier so you'll be neat and clean. You're such a lovely kitty. I know all the children will like you. Let's button up today, dear. It's windy out. Bye, Mommy. Hope Kitty wins. So do I. The other boys and girls brought their pets, too. It was hard to decide who would win the prize. Nancy had a canary bird. I thought it would win. Yellow was such a pretty color. We all wanted a canary to sing, but it wouldn't. I guess it was too excited. Finally, it was Kitty's turn. The minute they saw Kitty, all the children liked her. Her [Music] face and her whites and her paws and everything was so shiny and scrubbed so clean. Everybody wanted to pet her and healthy looking. Well, she certainly eats enough good food to be healthy. [Music] Book loud when Kitty won the prize. [Music] Um, I ran a little long, but I wanted to sweeten uh cloinly sweeten uh the the show with uh a film about Kitty and um how a little girl uh brought the cat to school. Horrible idea. Again, we start we start the show with saying kids do not do that. And we end the show with kids do not do that. Um, and there was a lot of stuff to watch in between. Kevin, thank you so much for the coffee. Uh, I know that today's show, some people liked it, some people didn't like it. You know, it's kind of the way it goes. Um, you can go to ko-fi.coms and reward us or punish us with delicious coffee or hot bitter coffee. Um, or you can go to abgeeks.com and buy DVDs and see other things we have online. You can also hit the like, the thumbs up button, subscribe. Even if you didn't like sh today's show in particular, just hit hit that button to say in general we like what Skip shows us. Not everyone's a hit. That's fine. Totally fine with that because, you know, we have 30,000 plus films and some of them are not going to be good. And if we have to watch all of them, then there's going to be some that are not going to agree uh with what you like as far as why you tune in. But maybe tomorrow, Friday, I have two shows tomorrow. One uh about, you know, a normal lunchtime show and then with Hunt Library at NC State with an expert. We're going to talk about model rockets and model making and 3D printing and all that stuff. So, it'll be a lot of fun. Uh, so thanks for tuning in today. Very much appreciate you letting me borrow your eyeballs for a little while. Give yourselves a little break. Uh, I'll see you again tomorrow. Take care. [Music] [Music] [Music] [Music] [Music] [Music] [Music]