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Be a man
You must be swift as the coursing river
Be a man
With all the force of a great typhoon
Be a man
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon
Time is racing toward us
'Til the Huns arrive
Heed my every order
And you might survive
You're unsuited for the rage of war
So pack up, go home, you're through
How could I make a man out of you?
You must be swift as the coursing river
(Be a man)
With all the force of a great typhoon
(Be a man)
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the dark side of the moon
This world is AMAZING i love it let's take care of it our mother Earth, we don't have any other places... right? Right now i am inspired by motions , this photo have some motions in it ;)
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And their roar raged through the ground, made the trees shiver, the animals look in awe and the ignorant run for cover. Playful fire escaped their nostrils.
"Look! Over there! Poachers!" She yelled, holding on tight over the sturdy metallic white scales.
"Dinner time, yummy!" said one.
"Wait, should we investigate..." said another.
"BURN, BURN!" said the third.
The birds over her horns fluttered their wings in panic, tweeting protests about burning.
She shook her head, caressing the bigger head that purred lightly, "Yes, let's investigate first." she agreed.
"You guys are boring..."
"I was really hungry."
P.S. Natty made these amazing magical horns that are coming soon to Chi. check out her tease preview. Also these 3 headed dragon by Rezz Room, pure love!
Atreyu: Yes. But it's hopeless. It's too far away!
Falkor: Oh, I wouldn't necessarily say that.
Atreyu: You... you know how to get there?
Falkor: Why, sure. It's right around the corner.
Atreyu: How'd all this happen?!
Falkor: [chuckles] With luck! [winks again]
Atreyu: You've already brought me the entire 10,000 miles?
Falkor: No, only 9,891. As the dragon flies.
Atreyu: You're amazing!
Falkor: [chuckles] Having a luckdragon with you is the only way to go on a quest. Things will work out fine, Atreyu. Never give up, and good luck will find you.
- The Neverending Story Movie
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Don't mind the noise outside the door
It's just a phantom, nothing more
No need to give yourself a scare
When you glance and no one's there
I don't want to have to hurt you
It's not your fault I felt his rage
Just a child about your age
But something drives me to this place
I can see him in your face
You'll never know the hell I've seen.
Don't fear what's coming
We can't fight off the urge inside
It's dark and you're afraid of
The devils that come out at night
Let's make this easy soon you'll haunt these beasts you hated
No need for sleep tonight sweet dreams are overrated.
I'm just a whisper in the void
No one's there, you're paranoid
I'm just a trick of your own mind
Blink your eyes once and you'll find
I'm just a ghost inside your head
You can't wake from this dream
No one will hear you screaming
So hold on for the ride
I'll take you with me tonight
This nightmare this prison inside these suits we live in
Don't fear me together we'll have sweet dreams forever
Lamborghini Countach 5000 at Greenwich Concurs show 2021
Design and development:
The development of the Countach was initiated by Ferruccio Lamborghini with the goal of creating a successor to the Miura. The Miura was widely acclaimed after its introduction in 1966, but by 1970 new competitors including the Ferrari Daytona had been introduced to the market, and the Miura was showing its age. Chief engineer Paolo Stanzani and his staff began work on the Miura successor in 1970 under the project name "LP112." From the beginning of the project, Stanzani's collaborators included test driver Bob Wallace, assistant engineer Massimo Parenti and designer Marcello Gandini of Bertone.
Stanzani and Ferruccio Lamborghini agreed that the Miura's successor required a mechanical design that enabled the greatest possible performance as well as a body that was both aerodynamically efficient and aesthetically daring. These principles had formed the Miura's development and enabled the commercial success of that model. Despite Mr. Lamborghini's preference for comfortable grand tourers, he recognized the commercial value of a more uncompromising sports car like the Miura and gave Stanzani's team permission to further push boundaries with the LP112 project. The resulting Countach incorporated successful aspects of the Miura, such as the rear mid-engine, rear wheel drive layout along with many new engineering and styling innovations. Lamborghini's engineering team addressed several flaws in the Miura design, improving high-speed stability and reducing lift-off oversteer as well as addressing the limited maintenance access, uneven weight distribution and cooling issues endemic to the Miura's transverse engine layout.
After a year of intensive development work, the first Countach prototype, designated LP500, was shown to the public at the 1971 Geneva Motor Show. Subsequently, the Lamborghini engineering team spent three years refining this radical prototype into the production-ready LP400 Countach, which debuted in 1974.
Name
The Countach name originated in late 1970 or 1971, near the beginning of the LP112 project. Most previous and subsequent Lamborghini car names are associated with famous bulls and bullfighting, but the Countach broke with this tradition. The name originated from the word contacc (pronounced [kʊŋˈtɑtʃ]), an exclamation of astonishment in the Piedmontese language.
Marcello Gandini, the designer of the Countach, explained the origin of the name:
When we made cars for the car shows, we worked at night and we were all tired, so we would joke around to keep our morale up. There was a profiler working with us who made the locks. He was two meters tall with two enormous hands, and he performed all the little jobs. He spoke almost only Piedmontese, didn’t even speak Italian. Piedmontese is much different from Italian and sounds like French. One of his most frequent exclamations was ‘countach’, which literally means plague, contagion, and is actually used more to express amazement or even admiration, like ‘goodness’. He had this habit.
When we were working at night, to keep our morale up, there was a jousting spirit, so I said we could call it Countach, just as a joke, to say an exaggerated quip, without any conviction. There nearby was Bob Wallace, who assembled the mechanics—we always made the cars operational. At that time you could even roll into the car shows with the car running, which was marvelous.
So jokingly I asked Bob Wallace how it sounded to an Anglo-Saxon ear. He said it in his own way, strangely. It worked. We immediately came up with the writing and stuck it on. But maybe the real suggestion was the idea of one of my co-workers, a young man who said let’s call it that. That is how the name was coined. This is the only true story behind this word.
— Marcello Gandini, Not Just Bulls: the Creator Tells Us the Story Behind the Name Countach
Lamborghini used a system of alphanumeric designations in order to further delineate Countach models. This designation begins with "LP", an abbreviation of the Italian "longitudinale posteriore," meaning "longitudinal rear." This refers to the engine orientation and placement shared by all Countach models. For the prototype and early production models, "LP" was followed by a three digit number designating nominal engine displacement, "400" for 3.9-litre engines and "500" for 4.8 and 5-litre engines. Therefore, the full name of the first production Countach was the Lamborghini Countach LP400. As in the Miura, the letter "S" (short for Sport) was added for later high performance variants. This naming scheme was disrupted by the 1985 LP5000 Quattrovalvole equipped with a 5.2-litre engine, also called the 5000QV. The LP- designation was dropped entirely for the 1988 25th Anniversary Edition, also called the Anniversary
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Let's forget our differences and start taking care of our planet.
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I recently spent some time at Niagara Falls in Ontario, Canada. I had never seen the falls and at mid-life they were something to cross off the bucket list. Let's just say that they are as awe inspiring as people tell you they are! Just incredible, and I highly recommend the trip to those who have never been. I am sure this shot has been taken literally a million times. The Maid of the Mist is the American tourist boat that takes passengers right up to the base of the falls. I took this ride on the Canadian equivalent Hornblower boat. At this close range, the power of the water raging over the edge and slamming into the river below is just wicked. The sound is deafening. Please view large for a little slice of the Canadian Falls at Niagara.
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This was taken yesterday afternoon during a two day 1-2-1 with Gareth, a regular client of mine. I love Anglesey and it is a wonderful island full of gems, some revealed and some hidden and this location at Rhoscolyn is a place that I have been wanting to visit for about three years now and yesterday I had the chance to do so so I took Gareth along to see what he would make of it too.
He was not disappointed. Me too. The walk down to the water's edge is erm....let's just say....quite steep on grass (don't go down if wet otherwise you'll slide off the huge grassy slope and into the water and that would be fatal). But we both managed to descend down to the water's edge with lots of care and attention but the effort was so worth it.
The seas were raging, with huge waves crashing against the cliffs and rocks. We stood far enough back to avoid the waves themselves (just) but close enough to really capture the action in full flight. It was so exhilarating and exciting to photograph such a fantastic looking place so full of drama. I will definitely be returning on my next visit.
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Wildfires continued to rage in our country and the smoke came over a large area of the province leaving a campfire smell and an apocalypse mood...let's hope everything will be under control pretty soon...
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Yeah, y'all know what it is
Katy Perry, Juicy J, uh huh
Let's rage
I knew you were
You were gonna come to me
And here you are
But you better choose carefully
'Cause I, I'm capable of anything
Of anything and everything
Make me your Aphrodite
Make me your one and only
But don't make me your enemy (enemy)
Your enemy (your enemy), your enemy
So you wanna play with magic?
Boy, you should know what you falling for
Baby, do you dare to do this?
'Cause I'm coming at you like a dark horse
Are you ready for, ready for
A perfect storm, a perfect storm?
'Cause once you're mine, once you're mine
There's no going back
Mark my words
This love will make you levitate
Like a bird, like a bird without a cage
But down to earth
If you choose to walk away, don't walk away
It's in the palm of your hand now, baby
It's a yes or a no, no maybe
So just be sure before you give it up to me
Up to me, give it up to me
So you wanna play with magic?
Boy, you should know what you falling for
Baby, do you dare to do this?
'Cause I'm coming at you like a dark horse
Are you ready for, ready for
A perfect storm, a perfect storm?
'Cause once you're mine, once you're mine
(Yo, dreaming!) There's no going back
Uh, she's a beast (beast), I call her Karma (come back)
She eat your heart out like Jeffrey Dahmer (whoo!)
Be careful, try not to lead her on
Shawty's heart was on steroids
'Cause her love was so strong
You may fall in love when you meet her (meet her)
If you get the chance you better keep her (keep her)
She's sweet as pie, but if you break her heart
She'll turn cold as a freezer (freezer)
That fairy tale ending with a knight in shining armor
She can be my Sleeping Beauty
I'm gon' put her in a coma (whoo!)
Damn, I think I love her
Shawty so bad, I'm sprung and I don't care
She got me like a roller coaster
Turn the bedroom into a fair (a fair)
Her love is like a drug
I was tryna hit it and quit it
But lil' mama so dope
I messed around and got addicted
So you wanna play with magic?
Boy, you should know what you falling for (you should know)
Baby, do you dare to do this?
'Cause I'm coming at you like a dark horse (like a dark horse)
Are you ready for, ready for (ready for)
A perfect storm, a perfect storm? (A perfect storm)
'Cause once you're mine, once you're mine (mine)
There's no going back
I am with you
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(let 's hide here tonight as long as the storm will blow, away from it all, sheltered they will not find us... )
cachons-nous ici cette nuit
tant que la tempête soufflera
loin de tout à l'abri
on ne nous trouvera jamais
je te confierai un secret
et lorsque demain l'aube se pointera
avec sa rosée fraîche sur nous
je t'emmènerai dans des endroits
dont tu ne rêvais même pas
étrange
comme si
t'avais toujours vécu
dans mon jardin
tu peux être toi
ne crains rien
puisque je te connais déjà
cachons-nous ici dans mon jardin
cette nuit
on vivra d'amour et d'eau pure
on sera tellement proche, de nature
on laissera le vent rager
les fleurs nous entourer
un peu
comme si on avait
toujours vécu
dans ce jardin
oui on peut être nous
ne crains rien
puisque on le garde secret
ici sera notre cachette
et quand le monde ne nous plaît pas
que personne ne nous comprend
on reviendra s'y ressourcer
on reviendra se ressourcer
dans mon jardin secret
tout tu peux me raconter
tu peux me faire confiance
puisque tu sais
je te connais déjà
cachons-nous ici
dans mon jardin cette nuit
(let 's hide here tonight as long as the storm will blow, away from it all, sheltered they 'll never find us .. I will confide to you a secret, and tomorrow when dawn will come with its fresh dew on us, I'll take you to places you did not even dream of .. strange, as if you'd always lived in my garden .. you can be you, don't be afraid since I already know you .. let 's hide here in my garden tonight, we will live of love and pure water, we will be so close, by nature .. we 'll let the wind rage, the flowers surround us .. a little, as if we had always lived in this garden .. yes we can be us, don't be afraid since we 'll keep it a secret .. here will be our hiding place and when we don 't like the world, or nobody understands us, we will return here to recharge, we will come back to recharge .. in my secret garden you can tell me everything, you can trust me since you know I already know you .. let 's hide here in my garden tonight)
cause love is the end
take it back dont let it die
or rage against the falling night
cause I still do depend on you ..
Down to the beach
Down to the beach
On a sunny day we go
Beach bags packed with sun screen lotions
Hands rubbing people’s backs in slow motion
Glistening oily bodies radiating with sensation
Down to the beach
Down to the beach
Where a chilly sea breeze blows
Let’s have some fun
In the red-hot sun
Down to the beach
Only there the ladies reveal saucy behinds
Whenever the raging sun is still kind
Down to the beach
As never-ceasing waves play across the shores
People happily play dreading any rainy downpour
Down to the beach
Where young lovers closely nestle
As sand creatures cause the sand to bristle
Seagulls gliding in the air with screams and whistles
Kids picking up shells and building stormy sand castles
Down to the beach
Where mostly good vibes flow
Down to the beach
We go whilst there is still sun without snow
Take by Free spirit =)
Edited by ME !
Model meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee =P
Place : Jumeira beach ;P
This was at 6 in the morning loooool we had so much fun
Accomplished musician, composer and singer, Larry Maluma is a unique and enduring voice in both the Australian and Zambian music scenes. Born and bred in Zambia, he performed with a number of high profile bands there, and had just embarked on a solo career when he relocated to Australia in 1985. Without doubt, his career has been long and tough, having left Zambia just as he was about to reach star status and starting over again far from home.
Larry sings in English and his native languages, including Nyanja, Bemba and Tonga – adopting styles that he blends to create his unique brand of African Roots Reggae music. He records with some of the finest musicians in Australia, many of whom are regarded as Australia’s leading session musicians. Their individual and collective brilliance respectively assures a diverse sound that encompasses complex African rhythms, Roots reggae and luscious jazz funk horns. The resulting unique sound has put his songs at the top of the Zambian charts.
Larry’s 2009 album, Tusekelele (Let’s Celebrate) was hailed as one of the most impressive albums of the year and one of the most admirable albums to be associated with African music. To date, Maluma has released 12 albums and more than 15 music videos, which have aired on ABC TV’s, Rage, SBS, Channel 9 and many other TV and radio shows across Australia, including Triple J, 3RRR, PBS FM, RTR-FM, and in other countries, including Zambia, Zimbabwe and South Africa.
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Walking on sand's for fools
'Cause when the wind blows it moves
So darling let's dig deep
There's diamonds beneath our feet
Don't catch the moon for me
Don't tame the raging sea
Don't need to wish on stars
We don't have to reach that far
Everything's right where we are
But sometimes it hurts
To know what it's worth
So we gotta dig deep
To the diamonds beneath our feet
I just happened to be heading into work for my PM shift, when the gates came down. With only seconds to spare, I rounded the corner of the building, pointed the camera, and shot this. Not the best of compositions, but with everything on the BNSF becoming more and more orange by the day, it was a pleasant change of pace to see some variety on the Mendota Sub for once! Even though I would have preferred to see the BC Rail unit leading, I'll take anything that I can get besides the parade of standard orange junkins I see on a continuous daily basis. This train is likely GALCNI, given its consist. Scenes like this were once common on the BN/BNSF, but with the PTC mandates and the Coronavirus pandemic still raging, just about any sort of foreign power (either leading or trailing) on the Mendota Sub has been rare. Let's hope this is a sign that traffic levels are once again on the rise.
Starting off 2019 with a bang! I'm incredibly happy with how this came out, especially since it's one of my favorite Star Wars scenes of all time. My goals for 2019 are to put further effort into each model, and more pieces, perhaps resulting in fewer builds...but much nicer ones. I also hope to really focus on my presentation and photography in order to improve both. Looking forward to a new year!
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Thanks to my friends Noah and Joe for their C&C!
Feedback always appreciated! This is also my first model captured with my new homemade lightbox.
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Through the creations that I build, I hope to inspire other young (or perhaps older) LEGO builders to unleash their inner creativity. We all need a positive way to express ourselves, so let's allow LEGO to be an extension of us. Your creativity belongs to you, and nobody can take that away. Build what you want to build, and how you want to build it.
Photomanipulation created for Challenges Community Group Visual Poems from 21 of April to 31 of May of 2018
1951 HITS ARCHIVE: I Taut I Taw A Puddy Tat - Mel Blanc
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I am a little, tiny, bird. My name is Tweety Pie
I live inside my bird cage, a-hanging way up high
I like to swing upon my perch and sing my little song
But there's a tat that's after me and won't let me alone
I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me
I did! I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be!
I am that great big bad old cat, Sylvester is my name
I only have one aim in life and that is very plain
I want to catch that little bird and eat him right away
But just as I get close to him, this is what he'll say
I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me
You bet he taw a puddy tat, that puddy tat is me!
That puddy tat is very bad, he sneaks up from behind
I don't think I would like it if I knew what's on his mind
I have a strong suspicion that his plans for me aren't good
I am inclined to think that he would eat me if he could
I'd like to eat that sweetie pie when he leaves his cage
But I can never catch him, It throws me in a rage
You bet I'd eat that little bird if I could just get near
But every time that I approach, this is all I hear
I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me
I did! I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be!
And when I sing that little song, my mistress knows he's back
She grabs her broom and brings it down upon Sylvester's back
So listen you bad puddy tat, let's both be friends and see
My mistress will not chase you if you sing this song with me
Come on now, like a good cat
Oh, all right. Sufferin' Succotash!
I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me
I did! I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be!
Written by: Billy Alan May Livingston Sung by: Danny Kaye
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After my encounter at the abandoned house, I figured the remainder of Sunday afternoon would be smooth sailing.
I set off deeper into the back hill country of south-central Eastern Washington State like the bear going over the mountain— to see what I could see. The narrow gravel roads meandered, curved back on themselves and took no readily predictable direction, as they followed the contours of the landscape. I passed one ranch house off in the distance; barely discernible where it squatted at the base of the browned-hill horizon. Other than that, no cars, no people, no civilization.
Drifting along in a pleasant frame of mind, I was suddenly shaken from my near meditative state by the unmistakable klaxon call of the Emergency Broadcast System. Force of habit turned my eye to the stereo, but immediately came to terms with the fact it wasn't even turned on, being as I enjoy the natural silence when I'm in places like this. My cell phone was stashed in the ashtray, and it was from there that the braying alarm had originated. Stopping the truck, I retrieved the phone and flipped it open— Kirk to Enterprise...yes, I still use a flip phone. :^D
My eyes were greeted to a flashy display of red, yellow and black— implying all the danger of an agitated coral snake ready to inject the venom. "IMMINENT THREAT, Extreme". The urgency of which was punctuated by a furious red exclamation point.
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And just when I thought the rest of the day was going to be all rainbows and unicorns. With a slight sighing exhalation, I tapped the button to display the message and read:
"From:Imminent Threat - Extreme (Jul 31) - Emergency Alerts
Fire danger in the area of Richards Rd residents in that
area to evacuate."
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Okay, hmmm...where am I in relation to this...let's check the map...oh, that's nice— looks like it's...right over there...behind that line of hills that the cloud of smoke is boiling up from.
The road was heading at a 90 degree angle from the smoke, but these roads change direction on a dime; so at this point, it wasn't clear if the road was going to lead me directly into the fire.
Now here was the quandary I faced. There are no services in areas like this for 50+ miles and I had planned to have enough fuel to make it to the next place gas was available— which was ahead, on down the road about another 40 miles. What I didn't have, was the luxury of enough gas to backtrack the way I had come from and make it to the nearest fuel-stop in that direction.
The unknown was whether I was going to encounter a raging wildfire over those hills. Well, here goes— you only live once. LOL!
Now this last leg doesn't warrant a play-by-play; suffice it to say there were a lot of u-turns and changed roads, as I tried to avoid what was a dangerously close wildfire. So close in fact, that I kept encountering flame-razed areas where the stench of charred wood overpowered the air and the ground still smoked in places.
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Fortunately for me, I managed to remain where the fire had been, versus where it was headed— which was in the direction of the Hanford nuclear power plant. So after some circuitous driving, I rolled into Mabton, WA with gas to spare and nary a singed whisker.
I came away with a few shots and a story to tell, heading home at this point— which took six hours for what should have been a three hour drive, due to three separate car crashes and some poorly planned road construction Sunday night, coupled with everyone heading back to Seattle after the weekend. That's okay, I'll take that over being another shrimp on the barbie any time!
Pencil Sharpener Rant - Inkling on Moleskine, again
Yet another week passed seeing nonsense going on in certain poor company-wide execution. Poor logic, calculation and consideration (no those are not algorithms, at all) executed in the name of efficiency and ideal automation. Simply said, replacing human decision with formulae requires deep understanding and serious simulations *before* execution. Now is the stage when a lot more human intervention is required to fix certain poor logics.
Yes I'm a sharpener mining my my own business shaping the future in my own ways. Forcing some nonsense into me and I'll keep cranking until raging fume comes out because I refuse to play nice to nonsense. The day when I need protection is the day I lost my value as a sharpener, as blades are not meant to be protected, they are to shape.
Ok, enough self proclaimed heroism. This is just a quick sketch using Inkling on my Moleskine, graphically rant about my recent encounter with sick things. The drawing was exported to Photoshop using Sketch Manager and colored in a sloppy way. Enough to calm me down, call it a therapy.
Wacom Hong Kong is going to have a press conference on 28th Sep 2011 to announce Inkling officially. Since I'm a big fan of Inkling and still sort of a Moleskine fanatic while luckily being the stationery buyer of a retail chain, I'm arranging a promotion in October: Buy Inkling and get 20% off for Moleskine Sketchbook (large or small). This simulation of store display was done in 30 minutes while attending a presentation meeting. I'm very happy to be able to get support from both Wacom and Moleskine for such campaign in such a short time. It won't be a big hit, but at least it benefits certain stationery lovers who happen to love both Inkling and Moleskine. Let's see how it will turn out.
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⠀ The bosses at work are tired 😡, does everyone around need something? Offer to close in the apartment, and really fun to relax by watching the following comedies :
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1. Well, Hello, Oksana Sokolova (2018)
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2. Airplane ✈️(1980)
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3. 1+1 (2011)
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4. Gulyay, Vasya! (2017)
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5. Thor: Ragnarok (2017)
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6. Boyfriend from the Future (2013)
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💬 Let's continue the list of interesting comedies in the comments. ⬇ ️
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dionysus: Let's get down to business
To defeat the Huns
Did they send me daughters
When I asked for sons?
You're the saddest bunch
I ever met
But you can bet
Before we're through
Mister, I'll make a man
out of you
Tranquil as a forest
But on fire within
Once you find your center
you are sure to win
You're a spineless, pale
pathetic lot
And you haven't got a clue
Somehow I'll make a man
out of you
percy: I'm never gonna catch
my breath
tyson: Say good-bye to those
who knew me
nico: Boy, was I a fool in school
for cutting gym
grover:This guy's got 'em
scared to death
annabeth:Hope he doesn't see
right through me
thalia: Now I really wish that I
knew how to swim
dionysus: (Be a man)
We must be swift as
the coursing river
(Be a man)
With all the force
of a great typhoon
(Be a man)
With all the strength
of a raging fire
Mysterious as the
dark side of the moon
Time is racing toward us
till the Huns arrive
Heed my every order
and you might survive
You're unsuited for
the rage of war
So pack up, go home
you're through
How could I make a man
out of you?
(Be a man)
We must be swift as
the coursing river
(Be a man)
With all the force
of a great typhoon
(Be a man)
With all the strength
of a raging fire
Mysterious as the
dark side of the moon
all: (Be a man)
We must be swift as
the Coursing river
(Be a man)
With all the force
of a great typhoon
(Be a man)
With all the strength
of a raging fire
Mysterious as the
dark side of the moon
Taken at Sunny's Studio
Background - Sunny's Studios, Bento level A-Li
I'm a mess, it's a shade
Just a curse, all alone
I can't escape this flow
Can't escape it on my own
(Do you) Feel the stress? Hear the stirring?
A rage pushed low
I tried not to let it show
I tried to let it go
I, I lie to my last breath that I'm not gone (Not gone)
I tried being honest once and lost count of all it's cost
I keep waking up as somebody new
The absence of me is the proof
Will I be defined by loss?
Or just lost like everyone
I'm not sure you can hear me but, I'm ready
Let's go
I'm losing count of all the friends I've lost through energy
If I'm not running empty, they don't want a thing from me
I'll send a message out so you can have it clearly set
Half a man without a soul, that's all you'll fucking get
I want to write it down, I want to set in stone
A new start to force the balance so I can feed my soul
Three decades on, I'm still running
They can never say that I'm not trying, ow
Another void in the shade and it feels like drowning
I swear on lives and a God I have no belief in
I am nothing, is that what you wanted from me?
And three decades on, I'm still running
They can never say that I'm not trying
I, I lie to my last breath that I'm not gone (Not gone)
I tried being honest once and lost count of all it's cost
I keep waking up as somebody new
The absence of me is the proof
Will I be defined by loss?
Or just lost like everyone
I'm sick of seeing ghosts in the broken frames at home
Couldn't we have run together?
Because the journey's too much alone
I've contemplated joining you sometimes when I get low
So am I destined to face failure, never to find an afterglow?
Oh no
What the fuck have I become?
No
What the fuck have I become?
I told you I need you
You threw me to the wolves
I promise it's over
I'll find my own way through, yeah
I lie to my last breath that I'm not gone
I tried being honest once
And lost count of all it cost
And if that darkness catches up, will I become
Someone no longer defined by loss?
Just lost like everyone
Brace yourself, I'm about to fall off
Brace yourself, I'm about to go off
Back at the village, where the Legion had set up camp, the day went on about as uneventful as expected. As the sun was setting on the fields, Bruiser had turned to polish his Decee for the fifth time and Linx had sorted the remaining rations of nutrient cubes into neat stacks, which’s precise geometry could have won him a graduation certificate from the Alderaan Academy for Architecture. It was only when I was about to shed my gear to go to sleep, when a strange orange glow illuminated the dimm hut. „Are the locals having a bonfire out there?“ Linx said, half joking, but grabbing his helmet subconsciously. „Don’t know, let’s check it out.“ I responded and reached towards the door handle. Then, a loud bang could be heard and the ground was shaken by an explosion. We all rushed out of the building, blasters in hand. The silhouettes of the buildings were illuminated by a raging fire that had broken out on the other side of the village. The farmers were running from it, scrambling their belongings together, tripping over the uneven patches of plants that covered the ground. „Command, come in, it’s Talon Squad. What’s the situation?“ I spoke tensely into the com link, checking the street in front of us through the scope of my rifle. „Talon, this is Command. Seps closing in on your position from the north. At least a hundred droids with a lot more on the way, judging by scans.“ So intel had been right. „Seem’s we’re not the only ones on vacation here.“ „I should have thrown a towel onto the deck chairs at the pool then…“ Linx sneered. We advanced from building to building until we finally spotted the first shiny metal head emerging from the smoke. We opened fire in unison, mowing the first line of droids down immediately. Bruiser took position at the entrance of a smaller building to provide cover fire, while Linx and I pushed on. „SBD to your right!“ Bruiser yelled just in time for me to hammer the next round into the metal beast approaching. „Another dozen coming from the left, Sir.“ Linx said, changing the clip on his Decee. „Ready the detonators, we’re going to hit them hard. Make sure to aim well though, we don’t want to give the village a new pond.“ I said, gesturing at Bruiser. „With pleasure.“ he replied and took the first of a row of thermal detonators from his belt. As the next metal face plate poked around the corner, he threw it and hell broke loose. We were finally being shot at again and as I had expected, it was far less fun than I had assumed it to be.
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A last minute entry form mission 2.2 of the 253rd Elite Legion, but one that was a lot of fun to build. The smooth form of the building was a challenge, but a great learning experience as well!
HEBREW WORD STUDY – MOANING IN SADDNESS – ZA’AM – זעם Zayin Ayin Mem
Psalms 7:11-12: “God judgeth the righteous, and God is angry [with the wicked] every day. (12) If he turn not, he will whet his sword; he hath bent his bow, and made it ready.”
OMG! Did you read this? God is angry every day and He is locked and ready to kill off the unrighteous. Can you imagine, a day has not gone by in 4,000 years that God has not been angry. Wow! That is one bitter God. “Oh” you say, “We live in New Testament times, God has now changed his attitude toward mankind.” Oh yeah, what about Hebrew 13:8: “Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and today, and forever.” Or Malachi 3:6: “For I [am] the LORD, I change not;”
Sounds to me like God has not mellowed out over time. I don’t know about you but reading the Bible in our English translations makes it sound as if God is too busy with his anger, wrath and rage to love us.
Let me tell you, I have studied the Old Testament in Hebrew for 45 years every day and God being angry every day – I am not buying into it. Maybe church leaders have an agenda to teach an angry God to keep people in line, coming to church and tithing but I am not a church leader. If I were a pastor (and I was) I would likely hang on to this teaching of an angry God. However, I am not is a leadership position is a church so I have no such agenda and I am free to translate according to my own heart and love for God. I just cannot accept the fact that the God I have come to know and love is sitting on a throne in heaven stewing on his anger every day.
As you can see the KJV says God is angry and the translators put a little commentary in there saying He is angry “with the wicked.” The words “with the wicked” are not in the text, it simply says He judges the righteous and He is angry every day. Let me point out this one thing, there is no word in Hebrew for anger. There are a number of words that can be translated as anger, let’s see there is ca’as, aneph, rogazah, hitaratachot, chama, qetsiphah, leqntar, and about 10 other words in the Hebrew rendered as anger. This does not even include the words for wrath and rage.
Yet, anger is a very complex emotion. If a woman finds out her husband has been cheating on her she is angry. We hear the English word anger and we think of rage, irrational behavior or a threat of violence. How would you describe the anger of a woman who has been betrayed by her husband? There is hurt, sorrow, fear, unfulfilled desire, rejection, abandonment. But we wrap it up all in one word, anger. The Hebrews did not do this, they had a word for each emotion that is built into anger, rather than consider the basic emotional context of the anger, translators just go with the English word anger.
So, what is the emotion that is used in Psalms 7:11? It is the word za’am. You look it up in your lexicon and it will say anger or rage. If you trace this word to its Semitic root it is used for the roar of a camel. If you are not familiar with camels you would interpret their roar as anger. I have been doing a lot of reading on camels and I suspect lexicographers either did not have our modern knowledge of camels or just went with their impression of camels.
For instance, I learned that camels do not roar, they moan and groan. You moan and groan when you are not happy with the way things are going, it doesn’t mean you are angry, just disappointed and filled with sorrow. One researcher I read said that camels were really very sweet animals. She often went to sleep with her camel laying its head on her lap moaning and groaning. Camels will moan and groan when alerted to danger. In fact this one writer says that camels do not get angry, they just get even. The writer told the story of a tourist traveling with a caravan for adventure sake. He started to mistreat and abuse one of the camels. The camel fussed but really did not do much. However, that night the camel came over to the tourist, broke his arm and then went back to his spot, laid down and went back to sleep. The tourist had to be medevac’d out of the desert.
Why do we have to say that God is angry? I say every day He lives He is not angry but filled with the hurt of man’s sin. God is pictured as moaning and groaning over the sins of the unrighteous. So what about verse 12 where God is sharpening His sword and bending his bow if the unrighteous do not repent?
One: Denial
Two: Anger
Three: Bargain
The helicopter rushed Emma and Nigel to a local hospital, where after several test and scans, they were taken to the intensive care unit. Both were placed in the same room next to each other. A large photo of spring flowers at the foot of a majestic mountain was displayed from the ceiling. ‘Ah, spring!’, Emma thought reconciling her current state of despair with her favorite season. Her breathing was raspy; every breath tore her chest. Nigel was working even harder to breathe. One after the other, they were somberly greeted by doctors, nurses and other medical technicians attired in their protective suits. The medical team decided that their best chance of beating the severe respiratory distress was with mechanical ventilation via endotracheal intubation.
Before being sedated for the intubation procedure, Nigel pointed at Emma and pleaded to the lead doctor, “please do not let anything happen to her”. The doctor nodded affectionately. Moisture fogged his vision as he turned towards her. Reflecting deeply in her eyes – those utterly beautiful eyes – he wondered, ‘Will I see her again? Is there an afterlife of love?’.
“I love you”, his lips muttered.
“I love you too”, she whispered with a sinking heart.
“Let’s pretend,” he lamented as did Keats before dying, “I will return in spring.”
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“Emma…”, a kind voice woke her up. “I am Monica, your attending nurse for the day. Your grandson is on the phone. Would you like to take the call?”, the nurse asked, empathy beaming in her eyes through her heavily masked face.
Emma nodded. The ‘ventilator’ had lifted the stone from her chest; she was breathing a lot better. But irritation from the tube in her throat was a shrewd reminder that she was likely borrowing time from the devil.
“Hi grandma! Happy birthday to you!”, a little voice chirped across the phone. “I love you! A lot! A lot, grandma, I love you a lot!”
A powerful urge to hug her grandson right now briefly overpowered all the aches in her muscles and dark clouds in her head. Tears poured out of her olive eyes like raging raindrops. The kind nurse translated those tears for her over the phone, ‘Shaun, your grandma says, she loves you too. A lot, Shaun, she loves you a lot!’
”The breezes were ethereal, and pure,
And crept through half closed lattices to cure
The languid sick; it cool'd their fever'd sleep,
And soothed them into slumbers full and deep.”
–John Keats (I stood tip-toe)
Five: Acceptance
Six: Finding meaning
The RN12 (national road 12) is one of the most fascinating and one of the more toughest routes of Madagascar.
It connects Irondro, Manakara, Vohipeno, Farafangana, Vangaindrano and Fort-Dauphin, the largest city of the Malagasy Deep South, along the East Coast.
If from Manakara to Vangaindrano, it is more or less paved, after it's adventure.
Only a track with mud, of stuck trucks, ten barges to cross raging rivers that work or not !, of collapsed bridges replaced by two wooden planks, you have to position the wheels ... and some rivers to ford!
An extraordinary trip of several days in the most remote places in Madagascar where locals meet few foreign visitors, not four-star hotel and gourmet restaurant. True life! Let's go!
While New Fantasyland is all the rage with the kids these days at Walt Disney World, let's not forget that the original "New" Fantasyland debuted at Disneyland in 1983, and really elevated the aesthetics of the land.
By the way, is it just me, or is the word "New" a bad idea for any proper name? Newness is fleeting.
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I "Don't" adore you because.... of your obsessive need to reenact every World War on my arms and legs, without warning or provocation. Thus always causing scarred tissue and much loss of blood!
NOR because of.... The continual turf wars between you and the local Cat-Gang members, who walk by the house. Which activates your internal security alarms. Causing you to wake up the family (and neighbors) with your Death Calls Warnings at 3am in the morning.
Not even because of.... Your obsessive compulsive dissorder and pure hatred of all things on shelves, tables and walls! Thus explaining the mysteries on how things inexplicably leap to their doom and imminent destruction!
And FINALLY I don't adore you because of.... Your senseless warmongering and hateful rage against so many innocent victims!
Let's now take a moment to remember all those we've lost this last year... RIP my Cargo pants (riped by Toby), My favorite cardigan and 2 sweaters (also mauld by Toby), My FLICKR hardcover photobook (gift to mom...bitten to death), A livingroom cushion, 3 long sleeves shirts (victims of world war reenactments), 2 hand painted paintings of mine (damaged from fatal leaps off walls caused my Toby), A bag of spaghetti and 1 frozen streak!
I "DO" adore you because... Every morning I wake up and find a different toy, teddy or new found treasure found from the night before. Nicely placed at the foot of my bedroom door as a gift from you.
I ADORE you because... When I ask you if you were a Good-Boy. You look-up at me and softly assure me with a gentil meow. And proceed to affectionally head-bump my legs to reassure me.
And because.... Everytime I leave you, you run to the window and watch and wait for me to come home. And when I do... Your the first to greet me at the door, with a cuddle and a frantic scratching on my feet, as to say... "You will always be mine"!
And finally... I LOVE you because at night without a whisper of a wind. Or an once of a sound... You slither under the blankets and snuggle up to my body for warmth. And lovingly purr yourself to sleep in complete contentment!
Your my little buddy Toby and I love and adore you!! (even when your a pain in my back-side!! Silly cat :-)
Thank-you to anyone who managed to read all this, I realise it's a little long. I wrote this simply because tomorrow's his birthday and I was feeling sentimental. I'll post his official b-day picture tomorrow...till then)
Bring em home....
Lord, there's a war that is raging
Help us bring our soldiers home..
Lord theres a war that is raging
we need to bring our soldiers home.
If i had some kind of power
I'd just bring them soldiers home.....
well, this old war ain't a man's war
Lord, there's women soldiers too
No, this old war ain't just a mans war
Lord there's women soliders too...
mothers & brothers
fathers and son
daughters and sisters
aunts and uncles every one....
Lord, there's a war that is raging
Help us bring us soldiers home
there's a war that's a ragin'
we need to bring our soliders home
If i had any kind of powers
I'd just bring the soldiers home...
Too many's died already,
Lord help us bring our Soldiers home
too manys died already
we need to bring them soldiers home....
I ask Lord that you guide us
so we can bring our soldiers home
Let's bring em home.....
they are our nieces and our nephews
our husbands- wives- and friends
our co-workers and neighbors
Lord it's time the violence end
I ask that you will listen
as our prayers come one by one
Agreeing that this war must end
and that it shall be done.....
too manys died already
Lord let's bring our soldiers home
too manys died already
Lord it's time to bring them home...
I ask Lord that you guide us
Help us bring our soldiers home..
safe and sound Lord, On Amerian ground...
poem & picture by connetta jean....
I was glad when it rained on Christmas Day. The grey damp world outside the window for once excluded that familiar awkward moment from the proceedings – you know; the one when apropos of nothing, somebody pipes up with “hey, let’s clear those cobwebs and go for a stroll!” They act as if this bolt of lightning had only just come to them in a sudden moment of inspiration when you know they’ve been gradually working their way towards the subject with the unswerving speed and certainty of an oil carrying supertanker. You sigh and groan inwardly as your attempts to eat all four truckles of artisan cheese that you found in the fridge earlier and gradually slip into a happy coma somewhere in between “Goldfinger” and “Diehard” are thwarted by a collection of somebody else’s unwanted and lofty ideals. Luckily this time was different. We stayed in, we ate lots of unnecessary foodstuffs, and Christmas Day passed quietly and gently without exposure to the elements. Is it too much to be allowed to languish in front of the television for one afternoon next to a small reservoir of sherry? It’s only one day in a year after all.
The preparations had brought a familiar situation, when the opportunity to pick up a bacon adorned turkey crown for one quarter of its original price arose on Christmas Eve approximately an hour before the supermarket closed its doors for the night. “Shall I get it?” came the text from Ali with an accompanying picture of the product itself, complete with the bright yellow sticker which demonstrated the enormity of the price reduction. “Yes,” I replied. I then sent four more replies saying “Yes,” just in case she’d somehow missed the first one, even though the evidence showed that the turkey crown was already in the shopping basket rather than on the refrigerated shelf from which she’d liberated it. She does enjoy those last minute bargain hunts. I’d given up and was busy wrestling with a challenging dynamic range at Wheal Coates – and making a mess of it as well for that matter. Of course we didn’t wait until the last moment for our Christmas poultry treat. I’d already picked up a free range chicken in Lidl a couple of days earlier as our full back position – just in case the final hours of scavenging the reduced items in Tesco came to nought. Of course, the result of this was that the pair of us, who are almost but not quite vegetarian through the other fifty-one weeks of the year have overdosed on poultry during the last week and are in danger of sprouting feathers and heading out into the garden to scratch around for stray worms. In fact, I think she gave up on Boxing Day, while I continued with the protein loading until yesterday. Sometimes the phrase “cold turkey” actually means what it says you know. The cat is looking rather pleased with the remaining booty that’s now reserved entirely for her. Meanwhile I’m going into detox mode. It’s lentils for tea tonight. Lovely. Next year we might just give up and have a nut roast. Although the cat won’t like it.
There were plenty of vegetables too of course. It was a bit disappointing that raging inflation meant our cauliflower was the size of a fairly large sprout, but on the plus side I did peel a well developed sprout that was almost the size of a cauliflower, so we were recompensed in some way at least. It’s a good job we like sprouts – they’re not just for Christmas you know. Then there was the annual debate on the subject of chocolate. Ali’s view is that hers will last until Easter, with one modest chunk at a time apparently sufficing, while I’m scratching through the empty wrappers in a fruitless search well before the end of Boxing Day. It does help her cause that she likes to assist me with my stash first though. At least this year my Toblerone actually looked like a Toblerone once more. Its counterpart in the last festive season had such enormous gaps between each chunk that I thought she’d got me a new bicycle stand. Amazingly I haven’t finished it yet – temperance obviously comes with age. Although having said that the football field sized bar of Cadbury’s Fruit and Nut disappeared astonishingly quickly one afternoon when I was left to my own devices at home. There’s an unopened bottle of Port in the kitchen too. How did that happen? There must yet more cheese that I'm still to stumble across lurking deep within the fridge.
To make up for my absence from having a walk, here are some people going for a stroll a couple of days before Christmas on the beach at Gwithian in a scene where the sun so often dissolves with incomparable beauty behind the distant bluff. It’s a glorious place to come and take photographs all year round – if you follow me regularly, you’ll know this is my most often visited haunt – and the middle of winter is an especially good time to capture those reflected silhouettes at low tide, wandering in and out of the frame in front of the lone oddball with his tripod planted into the wet sand. My previous post was taken on the same day, and if you were kind enough to read the story you’ll know about the heavy cull of humanity that took place with the spot removal tool in Photoshop later. But for this image the distant figures beyond the pair in focus seemed important – all no doubt looking forward to that well earned rest, those few days of cold turkey and chocolate, of cheese and port, of their favourite James Bond, and of Bruce Willis sorting out the bad guys without his shoes and socks on.
So now it’s 2022 and an entire year lies waiting for us to paint it with new colours. I’m excited; there are adventures already lying in wait and I’m sure you have plans of your own in the making. So I’ll wish you all a very Happy New Year and wait to see what magic appears on these pages in the coming twelve months. There may well still be a battle ahead before you know what is finally a thing of the past, but what so many of us have discovered over the last two years is the riches that lie on our own doorsteps. There’s so much to find close to home if you look for it.
Since the start of the pandemic more than 3,600 US health care workers contracted COVID on the job and lost their lives. Every person in health care knows of one, or two or more coworkers who have died of COVID. Many of these deaths were caused by patients who would not self quarantine, who would not wear masks who believed in conspiracy theories and who cursed the very people trying to save them.
And their arrogance and stupidity killed 3600+ people who fought to keep their undeserving asses alive. COVID could be tracked. It came to my region by a singular church that would not cancel a revival conference near an adjoining state. As the result of this conference COVID quickly spread through 23 parishes in Louisiana. .
We like to blame the deaths of these healthcare workers on the system, the lack of protective gear. In many cases this was not so. The workers contracted their fatal disease because they reported to work to try to save lives. And in so doing they lost heir own.
We are reopening and already thinking post pandemic now. There should be a memorial day for these heroes. Let's remember these brave souls who stood in the breech of a raging killer plague. They are no less heroic than a soldier who goes into battle. Honor their sacrifice. Get the vaccine. Don't dishonor those who died for you.
THE STORY
„You side with the victor, Dawn!!“ General Commander Bates slammed his pale fist on the table, his eyes raging red.
His daughter looked him straight in the eye, unflickering: “I side with what is right.”
“Said a vampire!” he laughed. “What is right…there is no God to judge what is right. There is no God to judge what is moral. The Universe is not moral. You go where the strength is. You side with the rulers. They have the power. They rule over everyone else.”
“Moral order within me is the God that will judge what’s right. Strength and power are within me. I will not sell myself to those that hurt the others. I spit on your ruling class.” She looked at her group of 30: “Let’s go.” They followed.
“You cannot fight the rulers! You will die!” General Commander screamed.
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Later
…
“…Dawn...” Cassius whispered “what will happen to us?”
“We are free” She smiled.
“They will kill us.”
“We are not THAT easy to kill. Besides…if you stayed with them, you would have already been dead. You would have betrayed and killed your spirit.”
“We are already dead. We are vampires.”
“We are UNdead. As long as we exist, we have a spirit. Otherwise, I wouldn’t hear it calling from the depths of my being telling me we are here for the service of others. It is our duty to protect humanity.”
She put on her helmet, started a motorcycle and grinned: “Now…enough of that…let the games begin.”
...for the people in Paris who lost their lives, their families who lost a person they loved, and for the peace that was, once again, taken from the human civilization. Sometimes I become discouraged, and I think praying for peace is a hopeless dream...there will always be humans with feelings of greed, hatred and prejudice in their hearts. And then we have the people, like the terrorists last night, who take those feelings to the next level, and callously take the lives of others.
Almost 3 years ago, a gunman devastatingly took the lives of many children and some teachers just a few towns over from me in CT. How it rattled, not just our state, or country..but the world. How do we stop it from happening, we ask? We can pass more laws, increase security...but there will always be some psycho-in-waiting, who will find a weapon, get around security. They look up info on previous mass-killings, and they plan. Maybe that info should not be publicly available, so they can't use it as a lesson plan.
Another thing we should be doing is giving absolutely NO attention to the shooter afterwards....no showing their picture, no saying their name, or talking about their childhood and where they went to school...nothing!!! Let's not give the next psycho a reason to think he's going to be famous if he does the same.
Wow...did I title this 'moment of silence'...should've called it 'moment of raging rant'. I am sorry to go on and on, it's just so heartbreaking, and at the same time scary. The best we could do is be aware, show kindness to others while appreciating every moment we have. Give your family an extra hug and kiss...be thankful for today, and hope for tomorrow...
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Noël est toujours marqué par la crise sanitaire qui redouble d'efforts en cette fin d'année pour nous pourrir l'existence !
Une fois encore, la prudence est de mise et avant de retrouver sa famille pour le réveillon, tout le monde (vacciné ou pas) est invité à se faire tester.
Et les gestes barrière doivent bien sûr être scrupuleusement respectés !!!
Malheureusement, il est encore impossible de lâcher complètement prise 😡
Malgré tout, faisons contre mauvaise fortune bon cœur : oui, la situation est merdique, mais il existe encore des raisons de s'émerveiller … et "MERRY CHRISTMAS" 😘
Bien à vous les artistes et A+
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Christmas is always marked by the health crisis which redoubles its efforts at the end of the year to spoil our existence.
Once again, caution is in order and before reuniting with their family for Christmas Eve, everyone (vaccinated or not) is invited to be tested. And barrier gestures must of course be scrupulously respected.
Unfortunately, it is still impossible to let go completely !!!
Despite everything, let's do against bad luck with a good heart: yes, the situation is shitty, but there are still reasons to be amazed ...
MERRY CHRISTMAS 😘
Cordially,
As one might expect I departed Kents Bank in a rage immediately I had pressed the shutter and proceeded to weigh up my next move as I headed back north.
I decided to reconnoitre a couple of other locations in the area whilst I had time and then head to Barrow for a KFC as 37402 would be resting in the carriage sidings there before heading for Carlisle at 14.37 with 2C41.
North of the county would be fully dulled out by the time the train arrived there so I decided to shoot it north of Millom at the level crossing on the Haverigg road.
When I arrived I discovered that several others had had the same idea and we waited in fluctuating light on the edge of high, thin cloud.
The light's not fantastic but it was certainly a lot better than that which illuminated (or not) my earlier effort.
THE STORY
„You side with the victor, Dawn!!“ General Commander Bates slammed his pale fist on the table, his eyes raging red.
His daughter looked him straight in the eye, unflickering: “I side with what is right.”
“Said a vampire!” he laughed. “What is right…there is no God to judge what is right. There is no God to judge what is moral. The Universe is not moral. You go where the strength is. You side with the rulers. They have the power. They rule over everyone else.”
“Moral order within me is the God that will judge what’s right. Strength and power are within me. I will not sell myself to those that hurt the others. I spit on your ruling class.” She looked at her group of 30: “Let’s go.” They followed.
“You cannot fight the rulers! You will die!” General Commander screamed.
…
Later
…
“…Dawn...” Cassius whispered “what will happen to us?”
“We are free” She smiled.
“They will kill us.”
“We are not THAT easy to kill. Besides…if you stayed with them, you would have already been dead. You would have betrayed and killed your spirit.”
“We are already dead. We are vampires.”
“We are UNdead. As long as we exist, we have a spirit. Otherwise, I wouldn’t hear it calling from the depths of my being telling me we are here for the service of others. It is our duty to protect humanity.”
She put on her helmet, started a motorcycle and grinned: “Now…enough of that…let the games begin.”
AHAH! OK
so today Cody came over,
my sister's little friend answered the door and saw my boyfriend standing there,
starred at him for a second,
then screamed "JUSTIN BIEBER" and started hugging him and DIDNT LET GO!
It was the most hilarious thing!
Then she told me she was in love with my boyfriend.
I dont think anyone told her it was Cody, not Justin XD
BTW: F0RMSPRiNG
and in light of the occasion,
here are some J-BiEBER lyrics (:
Yeahhhhhhhh
Ohh, No, Ohh No, Ohhh
They say that haters have been sent
So let whoose the talk of love
Before they outlaw the kiss
Baby, give me one last hug
There's a dream I've been chasing
And I want so badly for it to be reality
and when you hold my hand
then i understand
that its meant to be
cuz baby when your with me
It's like an angel came by, and Took me to heaven
Cuz when i stare in your eyes,
It couldn't be better
so Let the music blast
We gon' do our dance
pray the doubters on
They don't matter at all
Cuz this life's too long
And this love's too strong
So baby know for sho'
That I'll never let you go
I got my favorite girl
Not feelin' no pain, no fear
Oh no, don't have a care in the World
Why would I, when you are here
There's a moment I've been chasin
And I finally caught it out on This floor
Baby, there's no hesitation,
No reservation by taking a chance And more,ooh noo, because
It's like an angel came by, and Took me to heaven
Cuz when I stare in your eyes
It couldn't be better
Let the music blast We gon' do our dance Bring the doubters on They don't matter at all Cuz this life's too long And this love's too strong So baby know for sho' That I'll never let you go
It's like an angel came by and Took me to heaven
Cuz when I stare in your eyes
It couldn't be better
So take my hand, let's just dance
Watch my feet, follow me
Don't be scared, girl I'm here
If you didn't know,
This is loooovee, ohhhh
Let the music blast We gon' do our dance Bring the doubters on They don't matter at all Cuz this life's too long And this love's too strong So baby know for sho' That I'll never let you go
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At first, we were a cell, then an amoeba, than a fish. And after a very long and frustrating era, we became a lizard. That was the era when, as we recall, the earth felt soft and unsteady beneath our feet. So we climbed a tree.
Up there in the treetops, we felt secure. At some point, we climbed down and started walking upright and speaking. And as soon as we began speaking, we just couldn't stop.
After that, we watched a lot of TV. It was a fantastic era. We always laughed in the wrong places. And people stared and said, what's so funny? And we didn't even bother answering. That's how little we cared.
We promised ourselves we'd find a job we loved. And when that didn't work out, we settled for a job we didn't hate. And we felt lucky, and then unlucky, and then lucky again.
And suddenly, our parents were dying. Then they died. A second before they departed, we held their hand really tight and told him we forgave them for everything-- everything. And our voice broke when we said that, because we weren't convinced we were telling the truth. And we were afraid they could sense it.
Less than a year after that, our son was born. And he also climbed a tree and felt secure up there. And he came down at some point, too, and went off to college. Then we were left alone, and it started getting cold, not like the other time eons ago when we hid in boroughs and peered out while the dinosaurs froze to death, but still depressingly cold.
So we went to a drama workshop, because our friend said it would do us good. They gave us a series of improv exercises. And in the first one, we poisoned each other. And in the second one, we cheated on each other.
And in the third one, the instructor, who spoke English with a heavy indistinct accent said, now switch partners. And within seconds, it wasn't us anymore.
The new man who was my partner said, let's do a sketch where you're a baby, and I give birth to you and nurse you and protect you from all evil. And I said, sure, why not? But by the time he'd finished giving birth to me and nursing me and protecting me from all evil, our time was up.
And the instructor with a strange accent asked if the exercise had made any primal memory surface. And I said it hadn't, because I didn't want to admit that it had brought back warm primordial memories from millions of years ago, from before we even emerged from the water.
Afterwards at home, we got into an argument over something really dumb and had the biggest fight we'd ever had since we were created. We yelled and cried and broke things, the kind of things that if you'd asked us a day earlier we'd have told you were unbreakable.
Then we packed our stuff up in a suitcase and shoved whatever didn't fit in the suitcase into plastic grocery bags. And we dragged all that behind us like homeless people to the apartment where a very wealthy friend of ours lived. And he put a sheet out on his plush sofa for us.
The friend told us that it might seem like the end of the world now. But by morning, all the rage and hurt feelings would melt away, and everything would look different. And we said, no, something had been broken. Something had been torn apart, something we would never be able to mend or forgive.
The friend lit an imported Slims cigarette and said, OK, maybe so. But can I just ask, why do you keep talking in the plural? Instead of answering, I just looked around and realized I was alone-- truly, completely alone.
Excerpt from Etgar Keret memoir, it is called The Seven Good Years.
//Begin Log//_//Protector-170 Lieutenant 'Nynir', Nexu Platoon, 3rd Regiment, 253rd Legion//
[Nynir] Let's move boys! Command is sending us some gunships to assault the Airship.
A fleet of gunships could be heard, before they were seen. As they came into sight, the dropships began landing along the beach to pick up the whole of the 3rd Reg.
[Pilot] It's gonna be a short ride, boys. 5 minutes to target.
A brief ride went by. By the time the 3rd Regiment reached the Airship, the 1st and 2nd Regiments had already begun their assault.
[Seargent Nate] Alright! Strap yourselves and check your gear, soldiers, we're goin' in!
The 3rd Reg hit the main deck, making use of the diversion the 1st had created.
Nexu made their way to an airlock, breaking the seal with low-yield explosives.
[Nynir] Nate, take point, Zeke, cover our rear.
Nexu made their way through the halls of the ship. Nynir had studied Trandoshan ships before they had gotten to Kashyyyk. This was one of the larger models, designed for a large cargo capacity, in this case, wookies.
Despite being an "Airship", it was capable of space flight, hyperspace. The only thing it lacked, that could make it a warship, were any dedicated capital grade weapons, instead having only a few laser canons.
Passing door by door, Nate held a scanner to each door. After about 6 doors, they found the Ops center.
[Nate] Sir, I can slice the door. It will be more subtle.
[Nynir] Do it, and stay here with the rest of the platoon. Scrap, Zeke, you two are with me. Let's blast these lizards to whatever hell they believe in.
Nate hacked the controls, and as the doors slide open, Nynir, Scrap and Zeke charged through, blasters blazing.
As Nynir took point, he glanced at the hologram flickering on the holo table. A hooded figure, who turned to look at the clones. The hologram switched off in a instant.
The Trandoshans and the B2s were appeared suprised that there were clones in their ship, despite the battle raging on the surface of the vessel. The shooting lasted only a few seconds, with most of the lizards not getting a chance to even fight.
[Nynir] Nate, Ops secured, get in here. I want you to trace the signal they had. Something feels off.
After securing the data command required, Nate began trading the signal the trandoshans had been connected to.
******_=**=**000+**++
[Nate] Not much here, Vod. Whoever was on the other end, they know how to cover their tracks.
[Nynir] Not quite. Look. Three zeros.
[Scrap] Three zeros? How's that supposed to help?
[Zeke] Triple zero. Coordinates. All transmission signals have coordinates, in this case Three zeros. Coruscant. The lizard bastards could be in league with someone from Coruscant.
[Nynir] Possible, but it could be anyone. It's a big planet. We'll take the data with us and let the experts handle it. Let's wrap up here Vode.
//End Log//
Elbe Sandstone Mountains in the Saxon Switzerland National Park.
Because of the extreme drought in the national park, a huge wildfire has been raging there for weeks. The popular attraction is therefore closed.
Let's hope all is not lost.
1600 Hours.
Professor had contacted me stating that she had caught some kind of bug, which means that my presence will not be required on campus tonight.
Quiet day in Outer Heaven. Seizing the opportunity to lay back.
Current Playlist:
A Tribe Called Quest - Clap Your Hands
Timflies - Glad You Came
A Tribe Called Quest - Award Tour
DaBrat - Funkdafied
Beastie Boys - Get it Together
Hieroglyphics - No Nuts
LL Cool J - I'm Bad
Toni Toni Tone - Let's Get Down
The Lady of Rage - Afro Puff
DEL Tha Funky Homosapien - At The Helm
A Tribe Called Quest - Electric Relaxation
The Coup - "The Guillotine"
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Although the car is rare, “pictures” of this car are anything but rare. Many fine pictures of this classic car have been recorded and posted on flickr (including one other that I had posted some time ago.) Actually I had totally forgotten that I had previously posted a picture of this Cord and continued to work merrily along my way in creating this artwork. (Again, I call this “artwork” but others may not agree.) This current picture of The Cord E-1 was recorded during a recent visit to the Auburn-Cord-Duesenberg Museum (the rather unpleasant experience of October 8, 20 to which I have made references.) Actually, I recorded this as a last minute impulse more out of mere desperation for some new pictures.
So why am I even posting it, you might think. Well, let’s just say simply for laughs and giggles. And the picture of this vintage actress as a back drop? Really no connection or association to the Cord - just a pretty face in the crowd one might say.
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Danielle Darrieux actress
Born ………………… May 1, 1917 in Bordeaux, Gironde, France
Died ………………… October 17, 2017 in Bois-le-Roi, Eure, France
Birth Name ………… Danielle Yvonne Marie Antoinette Darrieux
Danielle Darrieux was a French actress born in 1917 in Bordeaux, France. Primarily she starred in French movies. However, in 1938, she did (somehow-someway) get a part in a Hollywood comedy, The Rage of Paris but then quickly returned to Paris where she remained during the occupation, continuing to get parts in French movies. In 1970, once again returning to the U.S. she replaced Katharine Hepburn in the Broadway production of, “Coco”. In 2002 she made a triumphant comeback, playing Catherine Deneuve's mother in the international hit 8 Women .
Credits
Bit sooner than I thought, but there ya go. Tried something abit different with lightsabers, chrome within the transparent bits. Seems to have worked for some, but not others, which is a bit odd. So, same as with the Anakin one, just goes a little further into the future. It's worth pointing out that the original trilogy in this universe happens pretty much the same as it does normally, just tiny changes here and there. They'll become apparent once I get there, but for now let's delve into Obi Wans story (L to R):
Doing the right thing - As the Clone war raged throughout the galaxy, Obi Wan sensed a change in his former Padawan, Anakin Skywalker. He had become darker, his vision clouded by the dark side. Despite his reservations about the Republics actions, Obi Wan remained with Anakin, in the hopes that he could stop him from falling into darkness.
Traitor - As the dust settled, and the fires fell, Obi wan looked across the landing platform. Had it worked, was Sidious dead? A cackle, all around, surrounding the small bad of rebel troops. From the smoke stepped a figure, face cloaked with a hood, but a wide grin clear for all to see. They had failed. The Sith lord drew two lightsabers from his cloak and ignited them, their red blades casting an eerie glow across his face. Faster than lightning, he sprung forward, only to be intercepted by Mace Windu, his purple blade meeting the crimson fury before him. "Go, find Skywalker" he shouted back at Obi Wan. From a pile of debris and damaged space ship, Anakin rose, his leg badly damaged, his body severely burned. There was a gleam in his eyes. A yellow gleam. Obi Wan was taken aback. Was this really the boy he trained. Before he could react, Anakin leapt forward, into the fray, intercepting one of Windus strikes, severing his hand. "Anakin, stop". His friend looked up, staring right into Obi Wans soul with those piercing yellow eyes. A tremor crept down his spine, and he reached for his lightsaber, igniting it, knowing that this would likely be his last chance to redeem his friend, the closest thing he had to a brother. But his efforts were in vain. Anakin was so blinded by the dark side he could not see reason. And he was also tired. It took just one misstep for Obi Wan to end the fight, cutting into Anakins throat, ending the fight. He thought he was dead. He mourned him for months after the event. He was wrong.
Tatooine - After six years, the clone wars had finally ended. Though initially joyful, the rebellion knew it's time was most likely up. with the recent announcement that the Republic would be reborn as a mighty Galactic Empire, it was clear that it's undivided attention would be on weeding out and destroying the rebel alliance. But there was another problem. With Anakin still alive, Padme knew that her presence, and that of her children, would have dire consequences for the Alliance. It was then that Obi wan came forward with a proposition. He had sensed something about the boy, a profound affinity for the force, he could feel the power coming from him. Though it pained her to be parted from one of her children, Padme agreed that it would be best for the twins to be separated, Leia staying with her on Alderaan, and Luke leaving for Tatooine with his Uncle Ben (yes, I just did that). After selling his starfighter, Obi Wan and luke gathered up their meagre possessions and headed into the desert, and into isolation, hidden from the dark side of the force, and from the evil clutches of the newly christened Darth Vader.
A rat in the desert - It had been sixteen years since Obi Wan and Luke had begun their lives on Tattooine. Obi Wan had trained Luke in the ways of the force, and he had become a powerful young Jedi, almost as powerful as his father at his age. It pained Obi Wan to think of Anakin, and what he had become. He had failed Anakin, but he would not fail Luke. But this all changed when he received a message from Alderaan. The Empire had a new weapon, a Space station the size of a moon, a planet killer named the Death star. A droid had come with a message from the young Leia Amidala, pleading for Obi Wan and Luke to come to Alderaan and assist the remaining rebels. Though reluctant, he could not bear to leave Padme and Leia to their fate. It was then he sensed a shift in the force, a dark presence had landed on Tatooine. Something was coming, and Luke was in danger. No. He was in danger. Dropping his cup of blue milk, Obi Wan stood, calling out to Luke to come inside quickly. Obi Wan told him about the message, and that it was of the upmost importance that he go to Alderaan. He told Luke to take the landspeeder and travel to Mos Eisley to find a pilot who could get them to Alderaan. Though Luke protested, he went, reluctantly. He could sense the dark side too, but knew that, as his master, Obi Wan knew what he was doing, and had a plan. He stayed outside the hut until Luke was just a spec in the distance, before retreating inside, and meditating. Hours passed, the suns fell as evening crept in. Then it came, a dark figure on the horizon. Obi Wan felt a coldness envelop him, and he knew it was him. It was Anakin. Standing to meet him, his hand resting on his lightsaber, he stepped out of the hut, and stood before Vader. Ready for the fight that would most likely be his last.
So that's Obi Wans story, all the way to the end this time. Might come back to his story, maybe continue it for a bit longer, the fight between him and Vader might be interesting. So that's all for now. Not really sure who to do next, might go back to the JL:O evolutions for a bit, as I have a few of them sorted. So as always, please lemme know what you think, and if you have any ideas for who to do next :D
Years ago in fateful moment of the Galaxy’s story Palpatine defined the Dark Side of the Force “a pathway to many abilities some consider to be unnatural”.
It was of course the Sith point of view but the undeniably thing was the Dark Side was tempting for most Force users. It was the access to those “abilities” that was tempting. The chance of using evil to fight a greater evil was alluring even for the Jedi with the purest intentions.
That was exactly the point: the Dark Side was evil but it had a strong charisma.
Many years have been passed and now there is a new evil spreading across the Galaxy.
Forget the (real) Dark Side and beware the…
Kylo’s Side of the Force!
You may ask what the Kylo’s Side is. Let’s take inspiration from Palpatine’s quote and say:
The Kylo’s Side of the Force is pathway to many tantrums some consider to be…annoying!
Actually many are those who consider his tantrums annoying but I wanted to stay as close as possible at Palpatine’s quote.
The era of the powerful and charismatic Sith Lords is gone. Now the Galaxy fears the Knights of Ren led by Kylo the Tantrum Knight.
Yes, it’s him: the mentally unstable wannabe Sith, who cries for Vader when somethings goes wrong and whose rage outbursts caused more property damage than the destruction of the Death Star.
Here in his snake form (we all know he is truly a snake hehe) he cries for Vader as the loyal Captain Phasma carries the only thing that can calm him down.
I hope you like this parody photo :)
May the Brick be with You :)
And now I have been tagged.
Tagged by someone, of whom I had thought “we can’t be friends” from the very first comment he had made on my stream. Now, Ata mia is the only friend I managed to make from flickr! How pathetic is that? :-P No, he isn’t pathetic, rather it is me. :-)
Now, am I about to reveal everything? I feel someone screaming “NO” in my head at the very thought of it. And its alter ego tries to convince me “At least you should try to express yourself”. And the middle man says “It won’t hurt!”
2 against 1. Here you go.
1.Everyone starts with the name. So shall I. My name is Ashif MD. Ridwan. There is a huge issue about my name. My dad named me “Asif” MD. Ridwan. But after watching Pokemon, I was desperate to change my name to Ashif- so that in short I can be Ash! My mum always wanted Ashif, and that’s how it got settled. After 9 years, I got this name! :P
And also, people call me Ridi/Ridwan/Redu/Redwan/Ridiana/Ledu/Lidi etc.
2.From what I can remember, I was addicted to comics and books from an early age. Yes, I am guilty of stealing some comics, but only from those who had also stolen from me! Do they remember it? Or are they forgiven for being older than me? I dunno.
3.I wanted to be –
Pilot
Astronaut
Detective
Writer
Hacker
Movie maker
Drummer……….and I dunno where I will end up
4.Surprised to see that “Photographer” is not in that list? Don’t worry, I am a chor photographer! Not something one wants to be. Maybe I will quit photography soon.
5.In my English class, I was always few steps ahead of one of my fav teacher, Niharanjan Sir. He used to dictate lines for us to practice ”fill up the gaps” and I always ended up saying a few words before he had said them, including the answers. Even though I had never heard of or read those before. :P and I translated the first three chapters of the Bengali version of “Harry Potter and the Half blood prince” published from Aunkur publishers. Apparently, they never gave me the credit (I still have the manuscript. if you want to check it, you are welcome).
6.I am into music and painting. I gave up painting a long ago, but still can’t live without music. I have my ipod classic always with me loaded with 68 GBs of music. Linkin Park is my all time fav. And I listen to everything with a catchy tune too.
7.I almost forgot to mention it, but I started photography cause I wanted to impress girls. Ahemz. Never succeeded.
8.Now some dark stuffs-
I had beaten up two persons, thrice during my school years, because they had called my parents some names. Those two boys, are the best two faced person, who can charm any person with their talks and thus no one believed me that they called my parents names and there were rallies against me commanded by my classmates. I am very sensitive about family. Surprising thing is that those two once were my best friends. I never am good at choosing friends or identifying person to mix with.
9.I am very short tempered. But now I have somewhat learnt to control myself from doing wild things when I am at rage.
10.I have several personalities. Not that I acquired them willingly. One is a moody dark character, who makes decisions from emotions. One that is always funny and cracks jokes and one that likes to be silent and watching type.
11.I am good at making friends with people older/younger than me. Strangely, not of my own age.
12.The nightmare I have frequently- falling from the someplace very high. I have height phobia.
13.My parents, and now my roommates have found out that I do sleep talking. In English, that is.
14.I like to eat sweet things. I can’t eat meals which are too hot or too spicy. I never prefer tea/coffee over cold drinks
15.I am not the kind of guy who likes to think twice before spending money. I spend a LOT.
16.I was born in Wye, Kent, England. Lived in Germany for several years.
17.I always liked to be in the thick of things. Now with age, comes refraining from doing things I loved to do once
18.I was inspired to do photography by three persons. First it was NiH, I aint lying dude. Then it was Fahim hossain and Mahran vai.
19.I work as a photographer at the Dreamcatchers and have never been explored in flickr. :@
20.I am taken. I am with a girl, who has dedicated her life for me. Full stop
Shall I tag someone? :-/
I don’t know much people here on flickr. Still, let’s give it a try.
NiH vai
Pronoy vai
Bokehmon
Zaim vai
Mahran vai
Monir vai
Niloy vai
Apurbo vai
Jadeed
Faiza
THE STORY
„You side with the victor, Dawn!!“ General Commander Bates slammed his pale fist on the table, his eyes raging red.
His daughter looked him straight in the eye, unflickering: “I side with what is right.”
“Said a vampire!” he laughed. “What is right…there is no God to judge what is right. There is no God to judge what is moral. The Universe is not moral. You go where the strength is. You side with the rulers. They have the power. They rule over everyone else.”
“Moral order within me is the God that will judge what’s right. Strength and power are within me. I will not sell myself to those that hurt the others. I spit on your ruling class.” She looked at her group of 30: “Let’s go.” They followed.
“You cannot fight the rulers! You will die!” General Commander screamed.
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Later
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“…Dawn...” Cassius whispered “what will happen to us?”
“We are free” She smiled.
“They will kill us.”
“We are not THAT easy to kill. Besides…if you stayed with them, you would have already been dead. You would have betrayed and killed your spirit.”
“We are already dead. We are vampires.”
“We are UNdead. As long as we exist, we have a spirit. Otherwise, I wouldn’t hear it calling from the depths of my being telling me we are here for the service of others. It is our duty to protect humanity.”
She put on her helmet, started a motorcycle and grinned: “Now…enough of that…let the games begin.”