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while a three roller hand quilting frame is different than a long arm set up I have to agree with you 100% that it is much easier to get the 3 layer s loaded on these than to crawl around the floor or bending over a table working with pins or thread!!!

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Hi Rebecca,

I purchased a Q 24 on a 12 ft frame a couple of years ago. It has the hydraulic lift. The thread tension is always spot on, using the gauge to adjust each bobbin's tension as I go along. After loading the back, I float the batting and top. I use long magnets, found at Harbor Freight, to create tension on the front bar. I think you could also use those long clips that fit horizontally over the front bar. As I advance the quilt, I square up at each edge by using a long ruler laid perpendicular to the back tension bar. My Bernina dealer here in Omaha alerted me to this lovely lady, Denise, who works at Nutall's Bernina in Salt Lake City. She has some great videos on loading a quilt. The way she does it is so easy and uncomplicated. Here's a link to one of her You Tube videos =1V1I_ebyGDE

Love your blog. You're a talented seamstress and quilter!

Annette

"Freeze-Frame" is a song written by Seth Justman and Peter Wolf for the J. Geils Band. It was first released as the opening track on the chart-topping 1981 album of the same name.[1] The song was released on a 45 in early 1982 as the second single from the album, following the million-selling US #1/UK #3 hit "Centerfold". The single's flip side, "Flamethrower", received airplay on urban contemporary radio stations throughout the United States, and reached #20 on the Billboard Soul Chart.

Billboard called it a "zesty, exuberant rocker" and praised the song's hooks.[2] Record World said that "Seth Justman's bouncy keyboard melodies and the slap-happy beat back Peter Wolf's lively lead vocal."[3]

Most versions of the single released domestically and internationally used "Flamethrower", the sixth track from Freeze-Frame, as the flip side to "Freeze-Frame".[24] However, 7" vinyl releases in the UK alternated between "Flamethrower" and another song from the same album, the second track "Rage in the Cage".[25] A limited edition Picture Disc of "Freeze-Frame" released in North America used "Centerfold" as the b-side.[26]

"In Your Arms" was made from 288,000 Jelly Belly jelly beans, spread throughout 2,460 frames, filmed across 1,357 hours and, as the final frame of the video suggests, also included exactly one Miss Grannis.

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Several songs appear so often in episodes throughout Jelly Jamm, mostly performed during a montage or interwoven into the narrative. Sometimes a song is sung by a character, other times an offscreen singer does.

Yeah last year during lockdown I built a python bot that watched 3500 mandachord videos frame by frame and converted them to Mandascore links, then added the links to each video description as well as the Mandascore library. I still run the thing every week. There's no need to smash that pause button anymore.

I think I understand. Any idea of where that link to the website is, to find the images? I've done some searches, but haven't found it as of yet. I've found the thread with all the songs and the link to the YouTube videos.

It was another hot summer Saturday night in Dallas, Texas, but this one would prove to be a lot different than many of the others we have been having here. This night was the time for some music therapy, and thousands of fans descended upon Dos Equis Pavilion to witness Jelly Roll and his phenomenal therapeutic show. As you neared the venue, the traffic on the streets was getting crowded between the cars filing in and trying to find parking to the concertgoers being dropped off at the drop-off points and walking the rest of the way to the venue. This concert made for a little longer commute and time frame to get to the show, but it was all worth the traffic and waiting to witness a live Jelly Roll show!

Upon entering the show late, I caught the last little bit of Struggle Jennings putting on a sensational show for the fans, and you could tell they were enjoying it. The fans cheered and danced around while they sang along to his songs.

After Grannis agreed, Jardin and an illustrator storyboarded a vibrant 3 1/2 minute cartoon, then animated it on computers, matching their color palette with the colors available on the Web site for Jelly Belly jelly beans. (Jardin got the company to donate the beans, saving $6,000 in the process.)

They made a shallow box, and covered it with a piece of Plexiglas. The cartoon was divided into 2,460 separate frames, and the plan was that each frame would be projected onto the box. A team of people would arrange the jelly beans in the box to match the projection, and then Grannis would lie on top, on the Plexiglas, and they would get their shot.

The show will feature 13 local musicians; seven acts will perform on the main stage Friday night and six acts Saturday night with local singer-guitarists or poets performing as special guests between main acts. A panel of local judges will choose one song per main act to include on an album of downloads while one song will be chosen from the weekend event as the grand champion.

To nuptial bliss we'll now aspire,

And beauty's triumphs shew,

While beam our eyes with youthful fire,

While yet our bosoms glow.

To Venus, and the winged Boy,

We'll consecrate our lives ;

Chaste Nuns shall feel a double joy,

As mothers and as wives.

Alas ! what a change in the clergy of late,

No more will they model, and govern the state ;

No moreh e'en the name of the people erase,

And elect to the crown by their own special grace ;

No more to a king in their loyalty turn,

And beg each hereticali monster to burn ;

From christian affection they'd torture his frame,

And inspire him with grace, and new life from the flame ;

A frog thus our curious Anatomists chop,

Lay bare his fine nerves, his elastic limbs lop,

Till he dies all convulsed in sad muscular strife,

Then they grant him a wond'rous reversion of life ;

By electrical sparks all his functions restore,

And the croaker soon vibrates, and jumps as before.

But still to the Priests of dear Albion I stray,

And passive obedience inspires the fond lay ;

Which they piously preach, while their hands they uplift,

Abjuring the tenets of PARR and of SWIFTl :

Those lights of the Church, how they gloriously shine,

While HORSLEY in Kings spies out somewhat divine !

As Ulysses inspir'd saw Gods in disguise,**

Tho' Asses and Owls in an Infidel's eyes ;

And hence on the Prelate, grace sheds a new light,

As a glass Achromatic illumines the night :

Celestial his ken, beyond dim reason's mark,

For a Priest like a cat can see best in the dark ;

This leads him of mystical secrets to tell,

As stars lost in the sky, may be found in a well.

What harassing duties their Lordships can bear,

While they vote as they're bid — or compose a fine pray'r !

Hear PORTEUS exclaim ; ***Could the envious but see,

Their heart-felt afflictions, they soon would agree,

That coaches, emoluments, titles, and plate,

Are but trifling douceurs to alleviate their state ;

While the dire apprehensions they scarcely can bear,

Lest the souls should be lost, they have had in their care ;

This mars all their pleasures, deprives them of rest,

And with dismal forebodings distresses their breast ;"

On the bench, for our sins, how the pious tear drops,

Where they nod like black Turkey-cocks hung with red chops.

Thro' the peasants, rebellion her venom has spread,

And the wholesome coercion of justice is fled ;

Uncontroll'd every farmer, nay cottager runs,

To range o'er the fields with his dogs and his guns :

And each ploughman exults, and triumphantly bears,

To his children and wife, the plump pheasants and hares ;

Tho' once if he dar'd thus to sport and to dally,

He had tug'd for his life in the king's royal galley :

O ne'er may such freedom in Britain prevail,

May the 'Squire still commit to the hulks, or the jail,

The felons, who dare e'en to throw a sly glance,

On a partridge or hare that's brought over from France.

And lest poachers should ever escape from his fury,

Imprison and whip, without judges or jury.

May our Lords and our Commons associate together,

And join in this cause like birds of a feather ;

To enforce the game laws, may they always assemble,

Informers to cherish, make yeomen to tremble.

Here the peasant affects to be chearful and blythe,

Tho' he works at no corvée, nor pays any tythe ;

He's a Citizen call'd, by this title so fine,

He eats his own bread, and enjoys his own wine ;

And this maxim flagitious he ventures to broach,

That he'll now drive his cart, cheek by jowl with a coach ;

And as mortals are equal by nature and birth,

That we all have a claim to a slice of the earth.

Tho' Aristocrates their own purpose to serve,

Would surfeit and riot, when millions they starve.

Ah curs'd be such maxims, shall monarchy bow,

And man claim a right to the sweat of his brow ?

Shall thrones be revers'd by such apothegms scurvy

That our system will shake, till it's quite topsy turvy.

Still I mourn, and exclaim what disasters I see,

For pleasure is fled with all laughter and glee ;

Here the rough sons of Britain were taught the soft glance,

And imbib'd the allegiance, and maxims of France ;

To spurn the mere vulgar, to bow with some grace,

And beg at St. James's a title or place.

Now saucy viragoes triumphantly ride

With a belt o'er the shoulder, and sword by the side ;

Of Freedom and France with much sauciness prate,

And encourage their children to fight for the state ;

They all are be-soldier'd, no citizen's idle,

As some hold the musquet, and others the bridle

Clad in blue (without buff), but the poor tatter'd tyke,

Who can't purchase a gun, struts along with a pyke.

Postillions and Carters, most civilly greet,

And bestow on each other cockades in the street ;

But no silk one's allow'd on Egalité's plan,

As a worsted cockade marks the level of man.

Here the Graces no longer frisk, frolic, and smile,

No more will gay Paris all Europe beguile ;

Nor enchant her wild Youth both by love and by play,

And inebriate their souls at a petit souper :

For love was enhanc'd by the musical strain,

And the fair were Calypsos, in wit and champaign ;

Our beauties to please, as my lays dance along,

I, gladly translate a short amorous song:LUCINDA boasts a charm divine,

By love's enchanting grace;

On me her eyes benignly shine,

While blushes paint her face.She clasps me to her panting breast,

Pleas'd with th'impassion'd strife;

Then sooths my amorous woes to rest,

And cheers the gloom of life.The glow-Worm's tail thus sheds a light,

To guide her lover's way ;

For him illumes the dreary night,

And gilds the thorny spray.Thus the glow of dear sentiment bright'ned the face,

And beauty from fashion deriv'd a new grace ;

Sensation was taught mental feelings to prize,

And the wish of the heart gives a tongue to the eyes.

Sweetly throb'd with emotion the sensitive breast,

As myrtle deliciously breathes, when its press'd.

Social taste gave the ton, sped the blessings of life,

And every man courted another man's wife :

Thus friends were attach'd by the charms of each woman,

As the primitive christians had all things in common.

Love spread her gauze veil, and became more refin'd,

And the joys of the sense were impress'd on the mind :

So the painters bright tints we with rapture admire,

When enamel'd they shine, and are fixed by the fire.

The fair took from books what was decent and fit,

Hence the flavour and zest of their delicate wit :

Thus, from islands of spice, zephyrs flauntingly bear

The sweets that they steal, and perfume the whole air.

Here the pretty Bourgeoise, drest in simles and in charms,

Oft ogled the courtier, and flew to his arms ;

And a Lettre de cachet secur'd them their bliss,

For the spouse was bastil'd, and saw nothing amiss.

What a delicate trait of the courtier and wife,

To save the poor cuckold from conjugal strife !

But alas ! all these pretty manœuvres are o'er ;

True politeness is fled, — the Bastile is no more !

When lettres de cachet were sign'd, and were ready,

They kept millions submissive, and government steady.

And Mam Pompadour by so lenient a law,†

The culprit reform'd, by bread, water, and straw.

At her concert, Tartini play'd hy-der-um diddle,

And Diderot sneer'd at the twang of his fiddle ;

But it cost him full dear; in a cell he lay low,

Till Peccavi he cry'd to the Prince of the bow.

Thus the claims of respect were ne'er riven asunder,

And the Court of Versailles stir'd up envy and wonder.

No more from each Province will fair ladies trudge,

To solicit their suit, and enrapture the judge ;

So the rigour of justice was soften'd by love,

And the harpy of strife took the form of a dove ;

The spirit of chivalry reign'd o'er the laws,

When the glances of beauty decided the cause.

But Gallia is ruin'd, and chivalry dead,

And the glory of Europe for ever is fled ;

Proud Freedom in servitude lately we saw,

But now, sex and rank are enslav'd by the law ;

The grace of life's gone which came hither unbought,

Of heroes the nurse, and of ev'ry bright thought :

How chaste the men's honour ! a stain was a scar,

But no lady was scratch'd in this chivalry war ;

Vice lost all its grossness, became pure and fine,

And to virtue was chang'd by a polish divine ;

As water polluted, and foul to the sight,

By filt'ring, again runs pellucid and bright.

So ‡CASSAVI's roots a dire venom contain,

Squeeze out the gross juice, and you squeeze out the bane ;

For this logic persuasive, no merit I claim,

EDMUND proves vice and virtue sublimely the same :

His eulogium, our own native Trinity †† tells,

Tho' Oxford refuses her Cap; — without bells !

To France and rebellion I' now bid adieu,

On Hesperia's sweet plain, I'll again write to you.

P.S.

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