#Rambler Ave

[doo-wop-city]

Restoring Ocean View's Rooftop

See the progress as Madison Resorts restores Wildwood Crest's Ocean View Motel's caved-in Blast-Off! rooftop.

The Ocean View’s rooftop on Rambler Avenue in Wildwood Crest is the last existing example of Blast Off! architecture remaining in America. Unfortunately, a heavy snowstorm did permanent damage to the already stressed roof. Madison Resorts purchased the property and are dedicated to restoring the roof to its original glory, so future generations may be able to appreciate this slice of Doo Wop…

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This is just weird. Who would pay $15.888m for "The Garden of Eden" in St. Cloud, FL? It has an unfinished house made of cinderblock on 10 acres of land, so maybe the price is for the land. Look at this mess, though.

Take a closer look at the entrance to the property. The homemade gate is painted gold and two signs say "God is owner!" It has some architectural salvage balusters, and clear boxes w/fake roses on top of the pillars, for starters.

The vast wall has a work of classical art on each section.

A 2nd gate.

This is the unfinished house.

This is where it gets confusing. The address of the property is 2075 Rambler Ave. but 3077 Rambler Ave and 3079 Rambler are also included in this package. 3079 has multiple buildings.

I don't know what they're building here, but there's a water feature in the middle of this area. Someone hypothesized that it was a gator farm by the strength of the red cage.

Another house. Wonder what the interior is like. The tenants would probably want to stay, if there are, in fact, people living here.

Some sort of fruit tree and vegetation.

It's a lot of land, but is it worth it?

It sold for $373k in 2016, so the owner is delulu with this price. $1,583,600 Zestimate - so even Zillow thinks it's only worth $1.6m.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/3075-Rambler-Ave-Saint-Cloud-FL-34772/46309319_zpid/?

[copperbadge]

[ID: A narrow white "privacy panel" from Target stands in front of an orange chair covered in a quilt; attached to the screen with binder clips, and taped together, are nine sheets of paper with calendars printed on them, the numbering and words not legible. Various parts of the calendars are color-coded.]

The Shivadh Romances began as a single romance novel in which I explicitly would not have to determine when or precisely where it was happening, and the only timeline was "eight weeks" (it was initially written as a Hallmark movie script which are by design somewhat evergreen). Yesterday during some downtime I had to sit down and make myself a whole-ass three-year paper calendar because I kept losing track of dates and I don't do well "switching screens" so I wanted to see the whole thing all at once. I also wanted to use up the very last of the ink before I replaced my printer toner. This is the result. I both hate and love it in equal measure.

The left sheets (to the left of the central binder clip) are 2021; the right sheets (to the right of the central clip) are 2022, and 2023 is attached at the bottom. The tan in the upper left is Fete; the blue below it is Infinite Jes, and the purple on the top right is Lady And The Tiger (there are also one-off squares which represent short stories or events -- the purple square below Fete represents Jerry's ADHD diagnosis date, and a few blue squares represent important events in Noah's school career, because I keep forgetting when he graduates). The light grey near the purple is Twelve Points, and there's some dark grey in various places that is various holidays.

The second set of tan blocks in 2022, plus random squares in 2022 and 2023, mark events in Royals/Ramblers, which spans almost a full year and is really what required the calendar (there are super date-dependent events, mainly the weddings and Monday's pregnancy, but also I have to pace out Ioanna's storyline and some continuity from Twelve Points) and then you can see the mint green down in 2023 marking where The Chicken Salad War will take place, because it culminates on Reclamation Day, which is always the 29th of Av in the Jewish calendar (August 16th this year, prepare your crockery).

Those last three darker-orange squares at the end of 2023 mark the tentative start dates for the Football novel (already written as starting in the fall of 2023), the Roman Ruin novel (not yet dated) and Pride and Presidents, Ofelia's novel, which can really start anytime but slots in well in late 2023; Noah's gap year novel would also take place starting summer of 2023, but I've just marked that with his graduation day, for now. Where The Oleander Grows, about legalizing Davzda, which I might bump up in the writing timeline, would start in 2024.

Phew. Ambitious, but then why not be, I suppose. And now that I've got dates hammered out, the rest of Royals/Ramblers should go easier. The completed work at this point is sitting right at 50K with another 35K in pieces, though some of those probably won't get used. This might be the novel I try out a different printer from Lulu, since the "price minimums" are getting a bit out of control especially for books above 50K words.

[classic-ramblers]

(Reposted from Kenosha History Center page on Facebook)

Battery Powered Rambler American, c. 1970.

AMC started working on battery-powered cars in the 1950s already, with a hybrid car project run jointly between AMC and Sonotone (the hearing aid manufacturer). This wasn't exactly new. Electric cars are older than internal combustion engines, and hybrid power sources were used in small warships in the 1890s already. But the auto industry is infamously resistant to change.

In the 60s, AMC partnered with Victor Wouk (considered to be the father of modern hybrids) to figure out how to use lithium in batteries to power a car. It didn't happen: lithium ion batteries wouldn't be figured out for some time, despite everyone and NASA trying to figure them out. Instead, they produced a 1969 Rambler American Station Wagon with a trunk full of Ni-Cad cells.

That is not this car. It IS a 1969 American, but clearly a two door.

Globe Electric (of Milwaukee) made a deal with Sears to sell automotive and radio batteries through the Sears Catalog in 1924. Rising demand convinced one of the owners of Globe to start the Union Battery Company (in Chicago) a year later. The two companies were merged in 1929. And rapidly became the largest manufacturer of replacement car batteries in the country. They remained the largest when they merged with Johnson Controls in 1978. Globe-Union was also, after a 1961 deal, the OEM supplier for AMC.

This photo was taken at the entrance to Globe-Union's headquarters (currently one of Johnson Controls' headquarters campuses) at 5757 N. Green Bay Ave in Glendale.

It's unclear what role AMC had in this car, but it set the Milwaukee Mile lap record for an electric car in October 1970.

Loaded down with 1200 pounds of standard car batteries in two banks, powering a 27 horsepower electric motor, shot the car around the track at the blistering speed of...

46.73 mph.

As configured the car could go about 50 miles on six hours of charging.

Which really isn't bad. Seriously.

Even though electric cars were going 100 kph (62 mph, considered an unattainable goal for cars at the time) at the end of the 19th century, those were flimsy little things with a lot more power to weight. Plus we have to consider the state of technology in 1970. Battery power hadn't changed much since those early electric cars. The type of chip we use for a wide array of power controls was only just developed and the microprocessor was a year in the future, so there was no fast charging and no digital power management. The illusive Li-ion batteries, which cut down on battery weight over lead acid or Ni-Cads, wouldn't be commercially available until 1991 after being in the R&D phase for 30 years, so it carried an additional car's weight in batteries.

Not bad, all things considered.

It's more surprising that with the ubiquity of electric cars in the early 20th century that one hadn't set a higher Milwaukee Mile track speed record, given that it opened in 1903

#KenoshaHistory

[bakery-anon]

because it’s self ship everyday (i said so) ~~~

pre relationship: 6

in love: 22

domestic: 16, 26

Mmm yes, self ship hours everyday lol <3333 (we were maybe a bit sleep deprived and delirious when we decided this-)

self-ship questions <3

Pre-relationship: 6. Did you guys stare at each other? What happens when one of you catches the other?

I love staring at pretty things so…I of course stared at Osamu. Especially when we were working on the same recipe together. I just wanted to learn all his mannerisms. It was funny, when he caught me the first time he of course had to tease me. “Take a picture it’ll last longer.” But! It was early in the morning and I was a bit delirious so I hit him back with the “Maybe I will.”

I’ve only caught him staring ONCE. One singular time. It was a day of a serve (Halloween <3) so I was all dressed up and had just gotten my hair done. I was a vampire that year and had literally died my hair that morning to match (I had red hair for a few months). And he had to do a double take. One of my friends told me my lipstick was smudging and it looked like I had been kissed really good so I turned to him and went “I mean we can make that happen.” AND THEN JUST WENT BACK TO SERVING FOOD. (This def isn’t based off of a true story)

In love: 22. After a fight how do you two resolve it?

Oooh. So I’m one of those people who after I’ve said what I needed to say I calm down. Like if we’re fighting and yelling I’ll tell you what I need to say (or can say, my brain gets kind of jumbled when yelling happens). And then calm down. Osamu needs to be left alone after fights and I respect that. Our house (cottage <3333) has two bedrooms specifically for this reason. I let him have the master bedroom and I took the office to let him cool down.

After we’ve both cooked down from the fight Osamu usually makes food and we eat while watching a movie. During the movie we slowly start scooting towards one another until we’re cuddling, once the movie is over I’ll give his cheek a kiss and remind him that I love him. Even if he is stubborn. :)

Domestic: 16. Least favorite thing they do?

Sometimes he can take his teasing too far and people get hurt </3

He’s so used to his brother that he forgets not everyone can take it the same way his brother can so he’ll sometimes take it too far. (He’s done it with Atsumu on occasion too </3).

Domestic: 26. What’s a way you say “I love you” without saying it?

We have a few ways. The most common one is making food for each other though <3 it might as well be a love language if its own. I’ll show Osamu a recipe on TikTok I thought was cool and it’ll be miraculously made the next day. Osamu will show me baked goods he wants to try and there I will be at 3 am trying to make them for him <3

In public we’re not very big PDA people (light hand holding and like one kiss if we’re saying goodbye but it’s more a peck than kiss) so in public he’ll squeeze my hand three times if he sees that I’m getting anxious about the crowds.

One of the ways I tell him I love him is if he’s had a really long day I’ll run him a bubble bath and set candles up with some medicine if he has a headache. (Sometimes he can coerce me to not start dinner and join him to wash his hair :) )

Okay/ I am a certified rambler….LOVE YOU AVE <333 thank you for joining me in the depravity :)))

[simgrump-main]

I trimmed the shrubs in the garden of my rambler at 3645 East Ave SW. 

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[chrisfritchteamexprealty]

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[rjhamster]

Which Car Is Often Called The First Muscle Car?

Home Which Car Is Often Called The First Muscle Car? Hudson Hornet Ford Mustang Rambler Rebel Pontiac GTO AnyTrivia.com 2760 West Peoria Ave #1034 Phoenix, AZ 85029 United States   You are subscribed to this email as pahovis@yahoo.com. Click here to modify your preferences or unsubscribe.

[hockstuff]

“hockey players as i blogs i follow”

@hockstuff mat barzal, a given, needs to be supervised, “no thoughts, head empty” vibes (sometimes).

@jostystyles tyson jost, 1/2 of long distance besties, the sweet, emotional one ♋️. can never do anything wrong imo.

@comphyjost jt. compher, 2/2 of long distance besties, the supportive one, doesnt let anyone mess with them, obsessed with the avs.

@islesnucks anthony beauviller, “have fun” sometimes has regrets, taylor swift stan.

@rosesvioletshardy matthew tkachuk, UNHINGED, doesnt give af about what people say and i respect that.

@suitandtys jack hughes, ramblers, speaks nothing but facts in the tags, someone come get them.

@kirilya elias petterson, stays their lane but the sass will come out unprovoked, provides great memes.

@ryanpulock andrei svechnikov, doesnt hold back, always down to roast any player, especially mat #humbleallmen.

dumb.

omg besties!!!!! these all make SO MUCH SENSE and very much matches their blog personalities in a sense ahahaha @jostystyles @comphyjost @islesnucks @rosesvioletshardy @suitandtys @kirilya @ryanpulock

NAH OK BUT BESTIE YOU GONNA HAVE TO EXPAND ON MINE IM SO CONFUSED AGSHSGSHDHHD💀😂 im also v nosy and cannot for the life of me dissect what this means (so i guess this proves that “no thought head empty” is very correct lmaooo)

“a given” WAIT HOW?????

“needs to be supervised” AYO EXCUSE ME BFF WHY 😤

but seriously dumbass anon (affectionate) this is amazing and so funny and i love ahahahaha

[diueliz]

rules: spell out your url with song titles, then tag as many people as there are in your url.

Tagged by @thelibraryiscool, thank you this was fun to do! I didn't really have a concept, more vibes than anything, but I followed your example and made a playlist, it's here in case you'd like to listen to it.

Az Vey Dem Tatn - Black Ox Orkestar

Betsy On The Roof - Julia Holter

I'd Like To See The Bad Guys Win - Margo Guryan

Gold Dust Woman - Fleetwood Mac

Ave, Lúcifer - Os Mutantes

Your Cover's Blown - Belle & Sebastian

Les Oiseaux Vont Chanter - Red Stick Ramblers

Heart Of Chambers - Beach House

Once Upon A Time There Was A World - Kaleidoscope

Babe, I'm Gonna Leave You - Joan Baez

Blank Generation - Richard Hell

Summer Wine - Nancy Sinatra, Lee Hazelwood

Plus a few that almost made the cut: i_$uss - Leningrad; Bruise Violet - Babes In Toyland; Splinter - Sneaker Pimps

Tagging: @monstermonstre, @snapbackdragon if you like, nw if not

[teamsherwood]

This well taken care of Spanaway rambler is ready for you to call home. Spacious backyard with plenty of space for gardening, entertaining, playing, roasting marshmallows around the firepit or whatever sounds good! The home has received fresh interior paint and a stylish new front door. The 3-bedroom layout lives large so there's room for the whole family to live comfortably. Check out the cozy woodstove. Garage has tons of built-in storage! The location is ideal for commuting to JBLM or Tacoma. 

17217 6th Ave E, Spanaway, WA 98387 

$349,950 / 3 bed / 1 bath / 1,216 sq ft / .172 acres 

MLS 1805199 

 Alan Sherwood 

(360)790-0775 

alan@teamsherwood.net 

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 (206)455-1770 

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 Yelm Windermere Real Estate

[doo-wop-city]

More Signs (and Another Beach Ball) in Wildwood Crest

Here are some new signs (and a beach ball at a home) around Wildwood Crest!

In today’s post, I’m sharing some photos taken while driving around Wildwood Crest. These photos were taken on November 19th, 1966. (…Or, was that 2022?) Large concrete beach balls are usually found in public municipal areas of Doo Wop City, but here’s one resting at a private residence! Since this isn’t on public property, I’m not going to post the beach ball’s location. Nonetheless, it got me…

[copperbadge]

Happy Reclamation Day!

It’s the 29th of Av in the Jewish calendar and therefore Shivadh Reclamation Day, celebrating the day that the people of Askazer-Shivadlakia expelled British occupiers from their country a few centuries back. Realistically, the expulsion was symbolic because most of the actual physical occupiers were nice Welsh boys who liked the warm weather and friendly locals and preferred to stay, but shh. Shh. 

On this day of days we enjoy fish salami, a variety of cheeses, a nice parade, and smashing crockery purchased specially for the occasion. 

In early August, particularly in the capitol city of Fons-Askaz, small shops pop up from a variety of artisan families, who make smashable imitation Wedgewood crockery and porcelain figurines under “house” names like Hedgewood, Witchwood, Wedgiewood, Wedgewont, and the official Fake Potters To The Royal Palace, Kvetchwood. Popular figurines for smashing include American movie stars, the royal families of both Britain and Askazer-Shivadlakia, and various fish (considered especially lucky). 

The King Consort, Theophile Rambler, always commissions a particularly intricate and delicate piece of crockery for King Gregory III to ceremonially smash in public. His enthusiasm for Reclamation Day is how the royal family knew the American foreigner King Consort was a keeper. 

My mother, who has the spirit, recently sent me an “early Rosh Hashanah” food box containing two kinds of cheese and three kinds of pork salami. (Being fair, she sent it from a famous midwestern Jewish mail order food basket company, Zingerman’s). So while it’s very much not Kosher, I am prepared to enjoy the hell out of some charcuterie today, although any smashed crockery will be entirely coincidental. 

(For those confused: Fictional holiday, fictional romance series, very real enjoyment of cheese.)

[bettyxinez]

Nothing Left To Give

chapter four • smile

Kat didn't mention her DID until two weeks after that, and Malcolm found himself thinking about her more then he probably should have.

And Kat knew it too. They had been getting closer and closer and she could tell how curious he was. Over the span of the 7 weeks they had become friends, and Kat was confident in saying he was one of the closest friends she ever had, so much so that even some of the Others wanted to meet him.

Driving each other to and from the precinct was becoming a regular occurrence, and he slowly revealed more and more about his past, opening up to her much quicker then she was to him.

"So thats what you're trying to figure out? If the girl in the box is real and who she is?"

"Yeah. Funnily enough, trying to solve a murder where the only evidence is unreliable memories is kind of...hard."

"I understand that. Not the murder part, but everything else."

His curiosity had been temporarily put on the back burner while he told her his story, but now it was at the forefront of his mind.

She noticed almost immediately. She kind of felt bad about it, and was planning on telling him when the time was right.

The time never seemed right.

And when it did, she couldn't bring herself to talk about it. So she eventually just waited for him to bring it up.

He was in her apartment again, looking at some of the pictures on her wall and laughing as she told stories of the people in them.

He noticed quickly that none of them were members of her family.

"What about your family?" He asked, before he even realized the can of worms he might have opened by doing so.

She tensed immediately, turning to look at him.

"We don't... talk."

Malcolm looks up at her, noticing for the first time that she was taller then him.

"Do you mind if I ask why?"

She sits down on her couch, tucking her feet underneath her. Malcolm sat next to her.

"They didn't believe me when I told them what was... happening... to me."

His breath hitched. His mind reeling from the possibilities of what that meant. He supposed that he could ask. They had gotten a lot closer, and if she didn't want to talk about it, he could wait longer. No problem.

"And... what was happening to you?"

She looked away from him, eyes widening for a split second, and then she slowly took a deep breath.

This was it. He had asked, and she didn't know if she was ready.

She could dive head first into telling him and risk freezing in the fridgid water, or stay safe and dry, but risk putting a wall between her and Malcolm.

She decided to just take the plunge.

"...bad things." She whispered. And even just thinking about it, her brain was assaulted with memories, and she already felt herself slipping.

"Bad, bad things...hurt... it hurt."

She screwed her eyes shut, fists clenching. Her nails dig into her palms and she sucks in a breath.

Malcolm watched, letting her set the pace, but his brows were furrowed in concern. He knelt down in front of her and offered his hands. She took them with a crushing grip.

"...hold on... someone..." her breath hitched.

"Someone's here. Sorry." Malcolm watched in both worry and fascination.

"Its... okay. Take your time." He responded.

He knew what was happening. She was doing what she had told him was "switching". One of her alters was coming. He was very curious, but he was also fearful as to what would happen next.

Would he ruin everything? He hoped not.

Kats eyes unfocused for a second, and then she stopped.

She looked up, eyes blinking.

She continued staring for a second and looks around.

When he heard her voice, he didn't know what to think.

"...I was told to not like... pretend to be Kat."

Malcolms eyes widen, and hes taken aback. Her voice sounds so different. A touch lower, and with a strong Essex accent, her words somehow a mix of dramatic and lazy sounding.

"Uh... yeah. Who is this?"

"Has she told ya any of our names?"

"...No. But I've never asked. Wanted to go at her own pace."

Kat-whoever- nods at that, looking down at their clothes.

"What the fuck is this? Kat I told ya not to dress us in a skirt!"

He looks at the person in front of him.

"You don't like skirts?"

"Nah. Its not my style. I'm Haven. Primary protector and ex-prosecutor. Basically means I didn't used to be a great person. I'll explain more later if I feel like it. Its my job to protect us, and my job to judge whether someone is safe. You seem to be okay for now."

He was at a loss for words. He was given almost zero warning, however he assumed that she wasn't either.

"So what 'ave you said to set 'er off then?" She said, glaring. It was so weird, he thought, how her entire demeanor has changed. Man or woman. Or whatever. He didn't even know.

The glare on her face looked so unnatural, like it didn't belong there.

"We sort of got onto the topic of her past. And then... you came out." He said.

"Sorry, who exactly are you? You specifically. Not just your role." He said, confused and cautious as to where to go from here.

"Are you askin' what I look like?" She responded, the way she holds herself that of a completely different person.

"Maybe. Or just who you are. What you like and dislike, your interests."

She stares at him, tilting her head.

"Well for one thing, my skin is a bit darker then this, Kat is atrociously pale. I've got short, curly black hair and freckles."

He tries to imagine it, but its hard. He's looking at what he knew as Kat, but now, she's someone different.

Haven continued talking.

"I've got sort of big eyes. Small nose. Thick eyebrows. Big-ish lips. I look like I'm mixed race, but I don't like to think of myself as that because I will never relate to the struggles of being black and I will never be fully emersed in the culture. The body is Korean, and I don't think it's appropriate to be say that I'm mixed race because my actual real life body is not."

Malcolm nods. He could understand that.

So Haven, he noted, was a rambler.

"Im an integrated alter. I used to be three people. I have the memories of three different people and I remember them all separately. I have access to all the memories and trauma, so don't fuck with me." She says the last bit with a bit of sadness and anger.

Haven was really closed off, he thought. She looked at him with a fierceness he couldn't describe, and soon, he found himself noticing all the differences between them. The more she talked, the more she became her own person to him.

"I have just a few things to say to you before I go back inside-"

"Inside where?" Malcolm asked, cutting her off, suddenly very confused. More then he already was.

"Back to inner world. We have a whole world inside our head. We all live in an apartment building. Well not all. We have a cave, a pool, a forest, other stuff. When we're fronting, we're sitting in the lobby. I sound insane when I say that, but its true."

She shrugged.

Shes right, he thought.

It did sound insane.

And if he didn't already know a bit about the disorder, he would have called her out.

And some would say the same about his mental health problems.

So he believed her.

"So... you protect Kat?"

"Yes. And everyone else. Its my job. I was the first one made, the first one to take it instead of her."

His brows furrowed at that.

"What does that mean?"

She looks up at him.

"It means that when fucked up shit was happening to us I took her place so she didn't have to deal with it."

He thought about that. Fucked up shit? Like what? Did it have to do with his father? He shuddered at that thought.

It had taken him almost every ounce of willpower to not ask Kat about it, but he figured could ask Haven. So he did.

"Does the name Martin Whitly ring a bell?"

She stood up then, and dragged him up by the collar of his shirt, eyes intense and angry.

"How do you know that name?" She asked through gritted teeth, voice low.

Struck a nerve, then.

"He-He's my father." He said. Her eyes widened and she threw him onto the couch.

"Have you seen him recently? Don't lie to me I swear to God I will know."

He was taken aback. Things had taken a 180 faster then he could even process what was happening.

Struck a big nerve, then.

He could tell the truth, but what if it ruined their friendship?

Or he could lie, but she said she will know. That would probably ruin their friendship even more...

Before he can even stop himself:

"Yes."

She sits down then, eyes clenching.

"You have to take me to him."

He stands up, fists clenching.

"No. Absolutely not." He couldn't let his father ruin their friendship. He wouldn't let him.

"Either you take me to him or I go myself."

"You can't."

"I'll find a way." Her eyes glinting in determination. He suddenly got the feeling that she wasn't joking.

He took in a shuddery breath, hands shaking.

"Fine."

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Haha no proofreading here we die like Eve.

Like and comment yall. These chapters take a while to write and always have between 1,400-1,900 words and I would really appreciate it if this story spread a bit.

Thx yall.

[richardsfabulousfinds]

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[simgrump-main]

I filled all the birdbaths with water and bird feeders with seeds in the garden of my rambler at 2645 East Ave SW. 

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