Is the hat supposed to look like a fountain pen?
I got this hat from a hotwings place last year after a drunken psycho gave me a gift certificate when I was starving.
The Archbishop of Canterbury's official residence in London is Lambeth Palace. He also has a residence, named The Old Palace, next to Canterbury Cathedral on the site of the medieval Archbishop's Palace. The archbishops had palaces on the periphery of London and on the route between London and Canterbury.
Former palaces of the archbishops include:
Croydon Palace: the summer residence of the Archbishops from the 15th to the 18th centuries.
Addington Palace: purchased as a replacement for Croydon Palace in 1807; sold in 1897.
Archbishop's Palace, Maidstone: constructed in the 1390s, the palace was seized by the Crown at the time of the Reformation.
Otford Palace: a medieval palace, rebuilt by Archbishop Warham c. 1515 and forfeited to the Crown by Thomas Cranmer in 1537.
Archbishop's Palace, Charing: a palace existed from at least the 13th century; seized by the Crown after the Dissolution.
Knole House: built by Archbishop Bourchier in the second half of the 15th century, it was forfeited to the Crown by Archbishop Cranmer in 1538.
The Old Palace, Bekesbourne, built c. 1552 for Archbishop Cranmer
the original elephant photoshop from 1999:
Kenya Airways Flight 507 was a scheduled Abidjan–Douala–Nairobi passenger service, operated with a Boeing 737-800, that crashed in the initial stage of its second leg on 5 May 2007, immediately after takeoff from Douala International Airport in Cameroon.
On 6 May 2007, Nicolas Sarkozy became the sixth person to be elected President of the fifth Republic (which was established in 1958), and the 23rd president in French history.
The plane broke up into small pieces and came to rest mostly submerged in a mangrove swamp, 5.4 kilometres (3.4 mi) to the south (176°) of the end of Douala International Airport's runway 12. There were no survivors. The investigation by the Cameroon Civil Aviation Authority determined that the pilots failed to notice and correct excessive bank following takeoff. This led to the loss of control and crash of the aircraft.
The official transfer of power from Chirac to Sarkozy took place on 16 May at 11:00 am (9:00 UTC) at the Élysée Palace, where he was given the authorization codes of the French nuclear arsenal. In the afternoon, the new President flew to Berlin to meet with German Chancellor Angela Merkel.
The aircraft involved in the accident, registration 5Y-KYA (serial number 35069), was a Boeing 737-8AL that was equipped with twin CFMI CFM56-7B26 powerplants. The airframe first flew on 9 October 2006, and was delivered to Kenya Airways on 27 October. The aircraft was six months old at the time of the accident. It was one of three Boeing 737-800s Kenya Airways had recently acquired from Singapore Aircraft Leasing Enterprise. The 52-year-old pilot in command—who had logged 8,500 hours on jetliners—and co-pilot (aged 23) had joined the airline 20 years and one year, respectively, before the accident.
Under Sarkozy's government, François Fillon replaced Dominique de Villepin as Prime Minister. Sarkozy appointed Bernard Kouchner, the left-wing founder of Médecins Sans Frontières, as his foreign minister, leading to Kouchner's expulsion from the Socialist Party. In addition to Kouchner, three more Sarkozy ministers are from the left, including Eric Besson, who served as Ségolène Royal's economic adviser at the beginning of her campaign. Sarkozy also appointed seven women to form a total cabinet of 15; one, Justice Minister Rachida Dati, is the first woman of Northern African origin to serve in a French cabinet. Of the 15, two attended the elite École nationale d'administration (ENA). The ministers were reorganised, with the controversial creation of a 'Ministry of Immigration, Integration, National Identity and Co-Development'—given to his right-hand man Brice Hortefeux—and of a 'Ministry of Budget, Public Accounts and Civil Administration'—handed out to Éric Wœrth, supposed to prepare the replacement of only a third of all civil servants who retire. However, after the 17 June parliamentary elections, the Cabinet was adjusted to 15 ministers and 16 deputy ministers, totalling 31 officials.
Flight 507 was one of three scheduled to depart from Douala Airport around midnight that day, with two other flights operated by Cameroon Airlines and Royal Air Maroc. The aircrew of the Cameroonian and the Moroccan companies elected to wait for the weather to improve, while the Kenya Airways crew decided to depart,as they had already been delayed over an hour and the Pilot felt that the weather had improved for departure. The pilot in command nonetheless failed to seek takeoff clearance from the Airport Control Tower and the aircraft departed Douala at 23:06 GMT on 5 May (00:06 on 6 May local time); the flight was due to arrive in Nairobi at 03:15 GMT (06:15 local time).
Sarkozy broke with the custom of amnestying traffic tickets and of releasing thousands of prisoners from overcrowded jails on Bastille Day, a tradition that Napoleon had started in 1802 to commemorate the storming of the Bastille during the French Revolution.
The plane immediately began banking right after takeoff -this was a known issue with the 737-800s at the time and could easily be rectified by leveling the plane. The Captain made the following phrase after take-off "Ok, command" indicating to the first officer to engage the autopilot. This command was not read back by the first officer confirming that he had acknowledged the command and neither was there audio confirmation in the cockpit indicating that indeed autopilot had been engaged. In the 55 seconds that followed the aircraft was literally not being piloted by either pilots nor the autopilot. This led to it gradually increasing it's banking angle from 11° ,at the time the engage autopilot command was made by the Captain, to 34° when the bank angle warning came on. The Captain at the sound of the banking angle warning seemed startled and panicking, made a series of movements on the control stick which only aggravated the situation further. He moved the control wheel first left, then 40° right, then 11° to the left. With the plane banking at 50°, a belated attempt was made to engage the auto-pilot. The Captain then tried to bring the plane under control by using the right rudder, causing it to bank further to the right. The first officers actions further worsened the situation as he gave the control stick near opposite commands to what the Captain had done. The Captain on noticing this engaged the autopilot but by then the plane was nearly banked at 115° to the right at 2290ft altitude fatally sealing the fate of the plane and all those on board. It crashed into a mangrove swamp seconds later.
In the 2007 and 2008, French President Nicolas Sarkozy, Canadian Prime Minister Stephen Harper, and Quebec Premier Jean Charest all spoke in favour of a Canada - EU free trade agreement. In October 2008, Sarkozy became the first French President to address the National Assembly of Quebec. In his speech he spoke out against Quebec separatism, but recognized Quebec as a nation within Canada. He said that, to France, Canada was a friend, and Quebec was family.
Contact with the plane was lost soon after takeoff from Douala. Kenya Airways set up a crisis management center at Jomo Kenyatta International Airport in Nairobi.
Shortly after taking office, Sarkozy began negotiations with Colombian president Álvaro Uribe and the left-wing guerrilla FARC, regarding the release of hostages held by the rebel group, especially Franco-Colombian politician Ingrid Betancourt. According to some sources, Sarkozy himself asked for Uribe to release FARC's "chancellor" Rodrigo Granda.
On 7 May, Cameroon's state radio interrupted broadcasts to report that the wreckage of the plane had been found near Mvengue, southwest of the capital Yaoundé, only to say later it could not confirm the report. Later that day, Kenya Airways officials reported that the wreckage of the aircraft had been found 5.42 kilometres (3.37 mi) south (176°) of the end of the airport's runway 12, some 120 kilometres (75 mi) from the site mentioned in the earlier radio broadcasts. The wreckage was discovered on 6 May in a swamp, some 20 kilometres (12 mi) southeast of Douala, submerged under mud and water. There were no survivors. Furthermore, Kenya Airways Group managing director Titus Naikuni said in Nairobi that local people had led rescuers to the crash site. Cameroon's Minister of State for Territorial Administration Hamidou Yaya Marafa told a news conference that day, "All I can say for now is that the wreckage of the plane has been located in the small village of Mbanga Pongo, in the Douala III subdivision. We are putting in place rescue measures." Civil Protection Service of Cameroon's Director Jean-Pierre Nana claimed that "there are no chances that there will be any survivors because almost the entire body of the plane was buried inside the swamp". Kenya Airways reported that 29 bodies had been recovered from the crash site, while reports from Cameroon claimed that over 40 had been recovered. Workers reported that the bodies were "badly disfigured" and that identification would be difficult. Heavy rains in the area continued to hamper all efforts.
Furthermore, he announced on 24 July 2007, that French and European representatives had obtained the extradition of the Bulgarian nurses detained in Libya to their country. In exchange, he signed with Muammar Gaddafi security, health care and immigration pacts—and a $230 million (168 million euros) MILAN antitank missile sale. The contract was the first made by Libya since 2004, and was negotiated with MBDA, a subsidiary of EADS. Another 128 million euro contract would have been signed, according to Tripoli, with EADS for a TETRA radio system. The Socialist Party (PS) and the Communist Party (PCF) criticised a "state affair" and a "barter" with a "Rogue state". The leader of the PS, François Hollande, requested the opening of a parliamentary investigation.
Kenya Airways disclosed a passenger list indicating that the 105 passengers on board were citizens of 26 different countries, most of them from Cameroon; nine of the occupants were Kenyan. Seventeen passengers boarded in Abidjan, while the rest did so in Douala.
On 8 June 2007, during the 33rd G8 summit in Heiligendamm, Sarkozy set a goal of reducing French CO2 emissions by 50 percent by 2050 in order to prevent global warming. He then pushed forward Socialist Dominique Strauss-Kahn as European nominee to the International Monetary Fund (IMF). Critics alleged that Sarkozy proposed to nominate Strauss-Kahn as managing director of the IMF to deprive the Socialist Party of one of its more popular figures.
The six flight crew members were all Kenyan. An accompanying engineer and a deadheading flight attendant were among the passengers.
In 2010, a study of Yale and Columbia universities ranked France the most respectful country of the G20 concerning the environment.
The aircraft was piloted by Captain Francis Wamwea Mbatia who was the Pilot Flying on the flight at the time while the first officer was Andrew Kiuru and acted as the Pilot Monitoring the controls.
sam, le 25 nov 2017, 12:07
I am definitely keeping a list of all departments and agencies that have since early 2016 failed to arrest or otherwise remove the residents of room 606 in the building where I live. You will be held accountable even if the massive casualty list has happened far away from you so far.
sam, le 25 nov 2017, 10:17
One of 4 bombs detonated in Lusaka, Zambia, destroys the Angolan Embassy.
Rwandan Hutu rebels kill and dismember 8 foreign tourists at the Buhoma homestead, Uganda.
The Convention on the Prohibition of Anti-Personnel Mines comes into force.
March 2 – The brand new Mandalay Bay hotel and casino opens in Las Vegas.
March 3 – Walter LaGrand is executed in the gas chamber in Arizona.
March 4 – In a military court, United States Marine Corps Captain Richard J. Ashby is acquitted of the charge of reckless flying which resulted in the deaths of 20 skiers in the Italian Alps, when his low-flying jet hit a gondola cable.
March 12 – Former Warsaw Pact members Hungary, Poland and the Czech Republic join NATO.
March 15 – In Brussels, Belgium, the Santer Commission resigns over allegations of corruption.
Bertrand Piccard and Brian Jones become the first to circumnavigate the Earth in a hot air balloon.
The 71st Academy Awards are held at the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion in Los Angeles with Shakespeare in Love winning Best Picture.
March 23 – Gunmen assassinate Paraguay's Vice President Luis María Argaña.
NATO launches air strikes against the Federal Republic of Yugoslavia, marking the first time NATO has attacked a sovereign country.
A fire in the Mont Blanc Tunnel kills 39 people, closing the tunnel for nearly 3 years.
March 25 – Enron energy traders allegedly route 2,900 megawatts of electricity destined for California to the town of Silver Peak, Nevada, population 200.
The Melissa worm attacks the Internet.
A Michigan jury finds Dr. Jack Kevorkian guilty of second-degree murder for administering a lethal injection to a terminally ill man.
March 27 – Kosovo War: A U.S. F-117 Nighthawk is shot down by Serbian forces.
March 28 – The animated sci-fi TV sitcom Futurama debuts on FOX.
March 29 – For the first time, the Dow Jones Industrial Average closes above the 10,000 mark, at 10,006.78.
March 31 – The Wachowski Brothers sci-fi hit The Matrix was released in theaters and became a box office success making one of the most biggest blockbusters of all time.
For Jane: With All the Love I Had, Which Was Not Enough
by Charles Bukowski
I pick up the skirt,
I pick up the sparkling beads
this thing that moved once
and I call God a liar,
I say anything that moved
could never die
in the common verity of dying,
and I pick
up her lovely
all her loveliness gone,
and I speak to all the gods,
Jewish gods, Christ-gods,
chips of blinking things,
idols, pills, bread,
rats in the gravy of two gone quite mad
without a chance,
hummingbird knowledge, hummingbird chance,
I lean upon this,
I lean on all of this
and I know
her dress upon my arm
they will not
give her back to me.
I remember a couple years ago people got a laugh watching me sift trough the ruins of Peacock Lane the day after Christmas. The people in that vicinity were aware of my identity and knew I'd been hiding from the Pharoah that Stole Christmas and that I was penniless and unable to afford even the wrapping paper discarded with the decorations a block away from the library there.
The theft of Christmas was a few years old at that point, an event that started around the point of the supposed bomb scare at the Christmas tree lighting downtown which you can read about yourselves if you like. The problem has been ongoing of course, with the grinchy types seemingly most protective of movie releases during the holidays, and near zero contact with anything officially Vatican-like since the Xmas-eve simulcast at my old apartment in 2011 when the centuries of waiting for obliterati to arrive were supposedly finally and completely finished.
The Christmas poisoning the last couple of years has been fun, it was pleasant removing the near entirety of the British Empire afterward in 2015 for instance, with the BBC making a Doctor Who episode about the cables tied around my doorknob in 2016 as we waited for them to break in again. In that episode P Capaldi is dangling from those cables outside a window during a botched burglary, a window I would be happy to show people if they asked nicely.
It has been depressing watching the holiday kill itself the last several years, though I am learning to live without that part of December just in case. My birthday is in June anyway, the mathematically defined golden date at the end of December was an occasion derived from that winter I somehow survived the death of an entire universe while hiding in college housing with an Indian teenager and a cat. A knowledgeable person once told me the holiday was a re-purposed version of the Roman "Saturnalia", basically the same occasion based on the invention of the local stellar neighborhood. Planets and stars align around my constant waiting for girls that never return, people knew this in Roman times, I suppose I should thank them for noticing.
The big fir trees at my Mom's place in New York are either gone or dying now, with a couple replacements planted nowhere near resembling what used to live there when the humans of Earth had their chance to follow through on the centuries of waiting. The claymation was nice though, I must admit. I used to love those things, with the Burgermeister Meisterburger.
They light the tree again tonight! What do you think about a German Christmas carol named after a bomb anyway?
ven, le 24 nov 2017, 03:51
My first Thanksgiving in Portland I woke up in the SU after Ron appeared at the dorm drunkenly demanding that I bring my boombox along so he could complain about a girl that refused his advances.
The next year I woke up in the SU again, and it was sort of a tradition. My second year in Portland Thanksgiving dinner was pop-tarts and weed cookies at John and Ben and Owen's place where they had motorcycle parts strewn everywhere. My third year in Portland I had Thanksgiving in Washington State with my brother and my Dad and a business friend of my Dad's after I had been released from OHSU following a suicide attempt.
The first year after then that I didn't wake up in the SU on Thanksgiving was 1996 when KRL demanded that I find a new tradition. That year I worked at a restaurant very very far away and returned home to Francis House after an enormous walk through the rain that my boss later thought was irresponsible. I remember J. Mitchell waiting at the house when I finally returned. I think I remember dinner with J. Mitchell the year after that, in 1997. The year after that we had Thanksgiving with the Festors at Ruth's house though there was a bit of a scene after there was difficulty pulling Ruth off of Karen in the hot tub. I remember the hangover the next day all angry and baffled wondering what the Festors had done to her. I remember returning there for Thanksgiving 1999 when they were all sorts of worried about my health and mental state because I never exactly stopped trying to kill myself I guess. I remember the joke when Ben Salzburg asked why I was using a knife and fork to cut my turkey when I could just eat the thing with my hands, he said "why are you using tools?" and with my full mouth I said in a sort of caveman baritone "evooolviiing" and people laughed.
I think I purposely skipped Thanksgiving 2001 to avoid the scene at my Mom's house though the memory is a tad fuzzy. In 2002 I had Thanksgiving at the Chuckwagon with the Dolans where I was scared to show the vegan Jenn exactly how much turkey I could eat all at once because it was an all you can eat place and I took that as a dare. I forget Thanksgiving 2003, all I know is where I didn't spend it, I must have improvised with my friends though maybe I can look it up later. Thanksgiving 2004 must have included LVK somehow though I lack any memory of what may have happened. Was it Thanksgiving 2005 or 2006 that N got in that huge argument with Elvis and her ex and she wound up living in a van? I remember discussing "Ganksthieving" with Bill Bradley in the SU during Thanksgiving 2006, when I had just arrived too late for dinner at the "sober dorm", and enjoyed the holiday with vegan friends in Massachusetts in 2007 as it was the closest to Plymouth Rock I'd ever been on that date. Thanksgiving 2008 was the year e coli shut down the water supply in downtown Portland and Michelle the dancer killed herself. I had dinner at B's house where she had running water. I remember Halloween 2009, at Seppa's place, though I can't remember Thanksgiving 2009 now.
Subsequent Thanksgivings were less than memorable though during the post-Williams period I was invited to an Episcopal church potluck for the holiday dinner which I skipped in favor of loitering at a grocery store with my Native American friend Lawrence. That was the year that Episcopal church burned down in Ocean City, Maryland after a guy set himself on fire and ran at the head clergy guy there. Very humorous.
Eventually I moved where I live now and in 2014 had Thanksgiving alone with Raiders of the Lost Ark and got a laugh when they removed the Ark from its hiding place as I was removing the Sunshine Division Police turkey from my oven. I remember Kyle all depressed at my lack of social skills several days before Thanksgiving 2015 and then never returning. I don't even remember last year. I think it was finished before I could even think about it.
This year I woke up early, listened to the sound that happens when you are betrayed by your country, and then watched the series premiere of Black Sheep Squadron, which was very enjoyable. The tracer rounds in the old dogfight footage reminded me of something oddly personal and I then noticed they appeared at around an hour and thirty minutes into the episode, which I imagine is what Marine Corps television thinks is humorous. I LOL'd.
Robert Conrad Falk (born Conrad Robert Falk; March 1, 1935) is a retired American film and television actor, singer, and stuntman. He was best known for his role in the 1965–69 television series The Wild Wild West, playing the sophisticated Secret Service agent James T. West. He portrayed World War II ace Pappy Boyington in the television series Baa Baa Black Sheep (later syndicated as Black Sheep Squadron). In addition to acting, he was a singer, and recorded several pop/rock songs in the late 1950s and early 1960s as Bob Conrad. He has hosted a weekly two-hour national radio show (The PM Show with Robert Conrad) on CRN Digital Talk Radio since 2008.
I have a craving for that scene with Les Nessman today, you know the one, the scene where Gordon Jump says afterward "I swear to god I thought turkeys could fly".
People started dying at 5:36am today.
mer, le 22 nov 2017, 19:39
Military Twitter featured people waiting for me to find KRL's tweets today.
The day of that missile launch over Japan I found Beatles materials most likely meant to be viewed on Twitter and I considered it a diplomatic breakthrough until the neighbors ruined all the good will such as what is happening again this evening.
lun, le 20 nov 2017, 13:23
Yahoo news picked up an awful new tabloid style in 2014 or so, after a couple years of what had been the CIA version of Yahoo news on my end, and I have learned to avoid their "sponsored links", though this bit here
was relevant to my interests and actually sort of educational.
Before you go reading about televangelist sex scandals however please keep in mind that I found about two thirds of a perfectly smokeable spliff outside the Silverado gay bar while walking around a couple days ago and left the neighborhood very thankful.
T'was a great spliff! Would smoke it again!
lun, le 20 nov 2017, 12:01
Attempted to view an old CSPAN file of James Coma at a hearing with Grassley and Leahy from early December 2015 and found yet another doctored video. In the effort to explain what exactly was sick and wrong about Mr. Coma and why he deserved firing I was looking to refamiliarize myself with the state of the treason/antichrist effort and decided to finish later on after 20 or 30 minutes of blatant misinformation about both ISIS and the previous Chief Executive.
The hostiles in the building are still intolerable and still James Comey's fault, unless for some reason Portland is not included in FBI jurisdiction.
Please visit and watch these old files on my monitor, please, don't leave me alone with these Congressional-looking pixel things. Automated boilerplate political jargon is bad enough when they aren't sneaking up to commit sex crimes.
Turkey stuffing with gravy doesn't sound obscene at all, no. ;)
By the President of the United States of America.
The year that is drawing towards its close, has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the source from which they come, others have been added, which are of so extraordinary a nature, that they cannot fail to penetrate and soften even the heart which is habitually insensible to the ever watchful providence of Almighty God. In the midst of a civil war of unequalled magnitude and severity, which has sometimes seemed to foreign States to invite and to provoke their aggression, peace has been preserved with all nations, order has been maintained, the laws have been respected and obeyed, and harmony has prevailed everywhere except in the theatre of military conflict; while that theatre has been greatly contracted by the advancing armies and navies of the Union. Needful diversions of wealth and of strength from the fields of peaceful industry to the national defence, have not arrested the plough, the shuttle or the ship; the axe has enlarged the borders of our settlements, and the mines, as well of iron and coal as of the precious metals, have yielded even more abundantly than heretofore. Population has steadily increased, notwithstanding the waste that has been made in the camp, the siege and the battle-field; and the country, rejoicing in the consciousness of augmented strength and vigor, is permitted to expect continuance of years with large increase of freedom. No human counsel hath devised nor hath any mortal hand worked out these great things. They are the gracious gifts of the Most High God, who, while dealing with us in anger for our sins, hath nevertheless remembered mercy. It has seemed to me fit and proper that they should be solemnly, reverently and gratefully acknowledged as with one heart and one voice by the whole American People. I do therefore invite my fellow citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens. And I recommend to them that while offering up the ascriptions justly due to Him for such singular deliverances and blessings, they do also, with humble penitence for our national perverseness and disobedience, commend to His tender care all those who have become widows, orphans, mourners or sufferers in the lamentable civil strife in which we are unavoidably engaged, and fervently implore the interposition of the Almighty Hand to heal the wounds of the nation and to restore it as soon as may be consistent with the Divine purposes to the full enjoyment of peace, harmony, tranquillity and Union.
In testimony whereof, I have hereunto set my hand and caused the Seal of the United States to be affixed.
Done at the City of Washington, this Third day of October, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and sixty-three, and of the Independence of the United States the Eighty-eighth.
By the President: Abraham Lincoln
William H. Seward,
Secretary of State
October 3, 1863
dim, le 19 nov 2017, 10:01
He turns and notices Lyn, raises his cup, smiles. Lyn
looks troubled. Bob suddenly leans into Lyn.
Don't eat the jello.
Lyn turns to Bob puzzled.
Don't eat the jello.
Lyn tries to puzzle this out but is distracted by Larry
outside who seems to have noticed something in the sand
at his feet - a small insect of some kind. He begins to
watch it with strange fascination. After a moment he
sinks to his knees in order to get a better look at it.
One of the SOLDIERS notices and starts to laugh softly.
His neighbor looks at him as if he's crazy then begins to
laugh himself. Lyn looks around him, sensing the strange
atmosphere creeping through the room.
What's going on?
We put LSD in the jello.
Lyn turns to stare at him.
Bill showed me where Larry had
bottles of LSD. So we put it in
the jello mix last night.
And in the water.
Bob turns to stare at him.
I put it in the main water tank as
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Bob stares at him, aghast.
But...we've drunk the water.
He pours himself another coffee.
Since I moved here I've had this idea in the back of my mind about reproducing the art on the walls like I used to have at Williams, though quality printers have always been out of reach for some reason, even though there's a copy place across the street from here. 79 cents for a color print is more cents than I have! And yet I dream about the things I would print. And then after the vandalism last year I was interested in printing new copies of the artwork that was damaged, and made a little headway in that direction a few months ago when front office crush helped with a dozen or so black and white prints. A nice replacement color pic of Lulu the cat and its owner would be nice, because of all the people on my monitor that dressed up in red like the lady with the cat on my kitchen cabinet. That happens fairly often, tv and movie people dressed up like my living space, the list of ladies in red made to look like Lulu's human is fairly impressive at this point.
Am still processing the surprise tangent from September. A very nice dead lady asked if I could look into the problem and what I would report to her is that the thing she found was an escalation in a biological weapons program meant as a response to an escalation in a biological weapons program inflicted here in the recent period.
The thing she found decades ago probably started here because of the actions of Granny's minions. A time traveler that lost an election was afterward caught visiting the past and molesting children, among other problems, so people got together and murdered the fuck out of everything the time traveler enjoyed.
To be, or not to be- that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die- to sleep-
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die- to sleep.
To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, 1760
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death-
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns- puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.- Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia!- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins rememb'red.
Good my lord,
How does your honour for this many a day?
I humbly thank you; well, well, well.
My lord, I have remembrances of yours
That I have longed long to re-deliver.
I pray you, now receive them.
No, not I!
I never gave you aught.
My honour'd lord, you know right well you did,
And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd
As made the things more rich. Their perfume lost,
Take these again; for to the noble mind
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
There, my lord.
Ha, ha! Are you honest?
Are you fair?
What means your lordship?
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should admit no
discourse to your beauty.
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty?
Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform
honesty from what it is to a bawd than the force of honesty can
translate beauty into his likeness. This was sometime a paradox,
but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once.
Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.
You should not have believ'd me; for virtue cannot so
inoculate our old stock but we shall relish of it. I loved you
I was the more deceived.
Get thee to a nunnery! Why wouldst thou be a breeder of
sinners? I am myself indifferent honest, but yet I could accuse
me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me.
I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my
beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give
them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I
do, crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves all;
believe none of us. Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your
At home, my lord.
Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool
nowhere but in's own house. Farewell.
O, help him, you sweet heavens!
If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry:
be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape
calumny. Get thee to a nunnery. Go, farewell. Or if thou wilt
needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what
monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go; and quickly too.
O heavenly powers, restore him!
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough. God hath
given you one face, and you make yourselves another. You jig, you
amble, and you lisp; you nickname God's creatures and make your
wantonness your ignorance. Go to, I'll no more on't! it hath made
me mad. I say, we will have no moe marriages. Those that are
married already- all but one- shall live; the rest shall keep as
they are. To a nunnery, go. [Exit.]
O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
The courtier's, scholar's, soldier's, eye, tongue, sword,
Th' expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
Th' observ'd of all observers- quite, quite down!
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
That suck'd the honey of his music vows,
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;
That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth
Blasted with ecstasy. O, woe is me
T' have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
[Enter King and Polonius.]
Love? his affections do not that way tend;
Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little,
Was not like madness. There's something in his soul
O'er which his melancholy sits on brood;
And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose
Will be some danger; which for to prevent,
I have in quick determination
Thus set it down: he shall with speed to England
For the demand of our neglected tribute.
Haply the seas, and countries different,
With variable objects, shall expel
This something-settled matter in his heart,
Whereon his brains still beating puts him thus
From fashion of himself. What think you on't?
It shall do well. But yet do I believe
The origin and commencement of his grief
Sprung from neglected love.- How now, Ophelia?
You need not tell us what Lord Hamlet said.
We heard it all.- My lord, do as you please;
But if you hold it fit, after the play
Let his queen mother all alone entreat him
To show his grief. Let her be round with him;
And I'll be plac'd so please you, in the ear
Of all their conference. If she find him not,
To England send him; or confine him where
Your wisdom best shall think.
It shall be so.
Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go.
dim, le 19 nov 2017, 07:15
sam, le 18 nov 2017, 22:15
Lifestyle currently involves getting my hopes up, waiting for the mail, experimenting on a local news channel, fabricating excuses to visit the lady in the front office, and viewing the photographs of old friends.
The subject of my strange anatomy has been mentioned a bunch of times recently.
The 2004–2008 volcanic activity of Mount St. Helens, Washington, United States has been documented as a continuous eruption in the form of gradual extrusion of magma. Starting in October 2004 and ceasing in January 2008, a new lava dome was built up. The new dome did not rise above the crater created by the 1980 eruption of Mount St. Helens.
During a return visit to Boston in May of 2005, Hall of Fame second baseman Bobby Doerr, 87 years old at the time, was asked to share the secret of his robust health.
“It all begins with a healthy frame of mind," he said. "I have very good friends, a great faith in God, which is very important to me, and a good sense of humor. I'm just a happy person.”
Doerr's disposition served him well and earned him countless admirers. A rugged player during his 14 seasons in the major leagues, all with the Red Sox, he was the unofficial captain of the Sox' 1946 pennant-winning team and for many years served the club as a scout and coach. In his only World Series, which the Red Sox lost to the St. Louis Cardinals in seven games, Doerr hit .409.
His popularity was wonderfully renewed late in life with the release of “The Teammates,” written by the late David Halberstam as an ode to the friendship that existed between Doerr and fellow Red Sox legends Johnny Pesky, Dom DiMaggio and Ted Williams. The book proved so popular that a statue honoring the four players was erected outside Fenway Park.( Arcane cheers episode references continueRéduire )
jeu, le 16 nov 2017, 23:06
Even more articles today about prospect of communicating with aliens.https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/April_11
The way I understand it, the failure of the religion was maybe the most important problem government-wise in the last many years, and among the only good parts of the cosmology involved in the failed religion was that the authors knew about the immensity of the visitation. What's interesting is that even though there has never been any official acknowledgement about April 2010, only cryptic references in movies and television, most of known history was apparently waiting for the thing to happen as evinced by all the anniversaries. Even though it was never explained publicly, the observations from 2010 still inform nearly all the astronomical science I've read about since. Stories about locating water in outer space and identifying a certain type of "spectral" profile for visible stars are all stories referencing things we found here on the west coast then and in the last decade or so.
It's not like you're about to purchase a Dave-The-Hobo Star Wars figurine and so I have to keep a list of all the likely reasons people would lie about this subject, including that people make money fabricating stories about the phenomenon.
I figure that churches lie, they wake up each morning and figure out how to lie on purpose again and again, surely they would lie about a creator deity the way they lie about everything else, I would just like to enjoy life as Galileo I suppose rather than wait centuries after I die for churches to still lie about what happened.
jeu, le 16 nov 2017, 22:35
A person that would have known about Marshall's beer was all synchronized on the elevator this morning. Of course there's plenty of people that know about Marshall at this point.