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* Whistler is a strange place clearly manufactured for the winter Olympics in 2010 it has the feel of an upscale retail park . It was beautifully manicured and I guess well planned I was reminded of the movie “The Truman show “ . I would like to know where they put all the workers are they lodged in caves underground .
Nevertheless I am glad we visited the town . If for no other reason than to experience the Peak 2 Peak Gondola from Whistler mountain to Blackcomb it is one hell of a ride. It was built in 2008 at the cost of 51 million Canadian dollars and I can see where the money went .
To use the peak 2 peak you have to take a gondola either up Whistler or Blackcomb mountain which takes about 25 minutes . You then take the Peak 2 Peak that crosses above the Fitzsimmons Creek valley between the two mountains and it feels like you are hanging in space .
A few facts about the peak 2 peak . It is the worlds highest lift of its type , it's the worlds longest unsupported span . The total length is 2.7 miles of which 1.8 is unsupported by any towers the highest point is 1427 feet above the valley bottom .
The weather was not good really but it was rather exciting to move through the clouds and mist and every so often it would clear and you had great views of the valley below . Perhaps the weather of the time of the year meant it was fairly quiet we shared a cabin with two Canadian women who rode it regularly and clearly loved it . On the return trip we were on our own, what was odd was how quiet the machine was it was very peaceful and dreamlike slowly drifting across space . I am not one for getting excited by engineering but this was an exception the design of this thing was clearly of a very high quality . I could have happily travelled back and forth all afternoon watching clouds.
At the top of Whistler mountain you can even climb higher and walk across the Cloudraker Skybridge and Raven’s Eye Cliff Walk. This was pretty scary but I will post a shot of it sometime
THANKS FOR YOUR VISITING BUT CAN I ASK YOU NOT TO FAVE AN IMAGE WITHOUT ALSO MAKING A COMMENT. MANY THANKS KEITH. ANYONE MAKING MULTIPLE FAVES WITHOUT COMMENTS WILL SIMPLY BE BLOCKED
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Rahs Ul Ghul (probably spelled that wrong)
Made a custom cape out of construction paper and put a custom decal on him.
Deathstroke
This figure is more of a test to see what combinations I like and the decals I combine with. So far this combination looks pretty OK. sooner or later I'm planning on getting a deathstroke head of bricklink.
Dick Grayson (circus)
Thought this is a cool idea since I haven't seen a lot of customs take advantage of the peter pan arms and legs. And I thought that those pieces would look great with a robin torso. And this is the result.
metallo
I just made this just to see how it would turn up, and...I think it looks pretty dumb. I used the yellow jacked torso and legs but couldn't find a head to match metallo, so I made this horrible decal for the head. In the future I will hopefully find a better head.
Lex Luthor
Nothing special. Found the clone head to look a lot like lex. So I used it with the Killian torso.
Don't mistake God's patience for His absence. His timing is perfect and His presence is constant. He's always with you!
Antonov An-2
reg. OK-JIH (private)
Czech Aerial Firefighting Service
Antonov An-2 dropping water during Aerial firefighting demonstration day .....
Shortly after Volume 1 issue #1...
It was 11:42 at night. Nick Herald was in the office of the man they only called "Mr. Nice Guy." Really his name was Greg, but Greg wasn't really a good name for his face. Greg was at least 6ft with a limp in his step. His hair was flipped and parted on one side. No one who had gone in his office ever came out.
"So... Nick. Right? That is your name?"
Nick just sat there, unable to speak. He nodded.
"So, Nick... I believe we have a problem on our hands."
Nick forced the words out of his mouth.
"Yes sir. An... an accident."
Mr. Nice Guy slammed his hand on the desk.
"Nothing Nick, NOTHING, is ever an accident. Maybe to you, sure, but the outcome... no, no, no... that is no accident."
Mr. Nice Guy slid a folder across his desk to Nick. It said 'ARGUS: Classified File'. Nick opened it to see the paperwork. It read 'Jamie Allen: METAHUMAN'. With the paperwork were pictures. It showed a girl running at super speeds.
"These... things, are inhuman. They may have once been human, but not at this time. You Nick... have just created one of these." Mr. Nice Guy said.
Nick looked up from where he sat. Mr. Nice Guy's face was not happy.
"If you can't tell... the metahumans are not my friend. I want you to get rid of this."
"All the metahumans sir?"
Mr. Nice Guy chuckled.
"No, no. That's someone else's problem. Just get rid... of him."
He pointed to a file. It read, "UNKOWN METAHUMAN." Inside was only a picture. It was a picture taken by one of the security camera's in the building. It showed Nick and a blue light coming from the room behind him.
Present Day:
Dave tried to control the swirling clocks around him. Once he did, he heard clapping. He looked behind him to see the man they called Mr. Nice Guy.
"Beautiful. Just beautiful."
"Who are you?" Dave questioned.
"Someone who admires you. And who can solve some of my problems..."
"Problems?" Dave asked.
"Yes. You see, you and I share a common interest. Taking down Ray Palmer."
"Has he done horrible things to you too?"
"Not directly. But yes, yes he has. If you'd be willing, which I'm sure you would, I'd like you to help me take him out. Of course, I'd help with a few moderations to your powers."
"I don't want these powers..."
"That's why I'm here. I can get rid of them. But take out Palmer first."
"How do you recommend I do that? Ray has been fighting crime for a while. He's on the Justice League. He dated Wonder Woman. You expect me to just take him down?"
All the while the two were walking towards a dark corridor. Dave had not noticed.
"Well Dave.. I think this will change your mind."
Mr. Nice Guy hit a button that opened up a door. He pushed Dave into the room and closed the door on him.
"Sorry Dave... I'm a business man. I get what I want when I want it. Which, is now."
Mr. Nice Guy went to a control panel near by. Dave watched Mr. Nice Guy hit the button on the control panel. He's seen this before. The room at least. In a picture somewhere...
Dave then remembered. It was the same room Ray Palmer became the Atom.
"Have fun catching the Atom, Dave. I'm sure you will after this."
Dave heard the system starting. This wasn't going to end well.
Somewhere else:
Ray turned the key in the lock, and forced the door open. It was depressing coming home alone. Usually Donna had the keys, and she would open the door. It was a lot harder without her.
He walked over to the counter and set down the keys. He turned on the T.V. to watch the news. The channel came on instantly.
"... another incident with the partial generator with someone inside..." the news screamed.
Ray turned to look at the T.V. He had been putting the instant dinner in the microwave, but dropped it when he heard the news.
"... we suspect one casualty, however a body was not found."
They said the same thing on the news when he had become the Atom.
He instantly rushed upstairs and grabbed a box from his closet. Whatever this event was, it wasn't an accident. This did not look good.
He brought the box downstairs and opened it. This adventure was not a colorful one, no. However, he needed to go back to his roots.
Ray stared at the mask he had once worn, before Donna and he had started to date.
"Time to get back into action."
SiMo from the FPS-shooter and tower defense game Sanctum 2. One of my favourite games.
Description taken from the wiki:
Built to function as a mobile communication device connected to the military base, SiMo accompanies the Core Guardians and assists them. Robotic technology in Elysion One has been developed over several years and SiMo was one of the first models from its batch. It is considered to have developed into one of the most successful units since the SiMo model was introduced as a part of the military. A programmed ability to learn from experience over time means that the longer a robot is used in the field, the more it learns and adapts to situations in battle and social interaction. Because of all its years of service it is able to act naturally around humans despite not having any real emotions itself. It monitors their behaviour and calculates appropriate emotional responses to make sure its team keeps their spirits up or if it wants to it can make them feel really uncomfortable, just for laughs.
Its main function in the group is to guard the Core Guardians and use that sniper rifle which it can wield with excellent accuracy. It keeps track of missions, coordinates and calculates risks, protecting its team like a bodyguard. As if its default functions weren’t enough, Haigen has made some personal modifications to make sure SiMo really has all the abilities the team needs. To modify a SiMo-unit isn’t exactly legal but the longer the unit stays with the same team, the more loyalty it develops towards its mates. SiMo also acts as a moving sketchbook for Sweet who happens to enjoy drawing and putting stickers all over it. It’s fine with that if it keeps her happy. Androids might not be able to fully understand friendship, but its knowledge of the concept is enough. SiMo can be really likeable if it wants to.
This model has been finished for several months now but I really wanted to get the colors right so I decided to get me some stickers for the orange lines. I'm no fan of stickers/paints/etc...But there is a first time for everything.
E se eu for, o primeiro a prever
e poder desistir, do que for dar errado?
Ahhh...
{ deixo tudo assim }
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With the final BL order in, I am pleased to present the chibi Eta-2 Actis Jedi Starfighter.
Being able to play with proportions and squishing things down made for a very fun build. I was able to squeeze in some details underneath the S-foils as well as being able to see through the front windscreen.
143 885-2 mit einer S1 nach Bad Schandau auf dem Königsteiner Viadukt
143 885-2 with an S1 to Bad Schandau on the viaduct of Königstein
iPad 2 is here and after resisting for few hours i found a compelling reason to buy it. i didn't know why would i need one until i saw this little connector which actually provides a USB connection with iPad and we can view our images directly from the camera on a bigger screen while shooting. Trust me there is nothing better than being able to view quickly on a bigger screen what we are actually getting and if we need to make changes right on the spot and re-shoot the scene.
my photos are available at
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Mayfield Park, Austin, TX. Sony A6000 and Schneider Kreuznach Componar 50/4.5 enlarger lens. As of January 8, still no freeze in Austin, so some flowers are blooming. This photo illustrates the 28-58mm focusing helicoid (M42 to nex) as a continuously variable extension tube, allowing quite close focus. Also, when the helicoid is zoomed all the way in, the SK focuses to infinity, if the M25 to M39/M42 ring allows the lens to fit flush on the helicoid.
Acte 2: Casey’s Night Out
The two-toned horn of the Antique Rolls Royce sounds off from in front of my flat.
“Better hurry your ass, Cass.” I scolded myself knowing I no longer had time to twaddle.
I had just finished my makeup and was standing in front of the full-length mirror in my tiny excuse for a loo(cozy the adverts had described it) while admiring the effects of my attire for this evening’s festivities.
I stand around five feet five inches, my hair is a mousy brown, which I feel describes my features, mousey. My eyes are brown, owlish looking behind my glasses. My face overall a bit too short and round, with a button nose and lips that in my opinion look crooked upon my face when I smile. I never properly grew into the type of figure I envisioned most Twenty four-year-olds like me should have. It is a bit too lean and shapeless, with small blobs that have the audacity to call themselves breasts. But I think I made up for all that by the way I was all dressed up for this evening.
My dress was a solid coloured sky-blue taffeta frock that shone with a tight sleekness down along my figure. Maybe a bit too tight for it outlined my every curve, making me look sexier than I felt I was. The skirt was higher in front (touching just below my knees) than in the back where it swished a few inches above my ankles and the deep blue silk stiletto heels I wore. The neckline of the dress was of a long open scoop and had wavy ruffles running down along the opening, the sleeves went to my elbows, ending in scalloped ruffles.
I accessorized with my rhinestone clasped blue silk evening purse with silver shoulder chains and 3/4 length satin gloves that were dyed a deeper blue than my dress.
Along with it, I wore the full set of enticingly sparkling diamond jewelry that had been loaned to me.
The centerpiece of the sparkling group I wore was undoubtedly the long glittery necklace that looked like an elongated chandelier, with large stones the size of wrens eggs, with strings of blazing diamond chips hanging down from each stone. This eye-catcher hung down low along the open neck of the dress, swaying a few inches up from my (small)cleavage.
My long hair was pulled back in a plait and I had a thin diamond chip encrusted silver band to hold it all in place. Thus, exposing my earlobes, from which danced and dangled a pair of clasp held earrings that matched the style of the necklace. A wide bracelet was wrapped around my left gloved wrist. It consisted of 7 rows of diamonds, with the middle row set with large pear-shaped stones, and the flanking rows set with round stones all 1/2 the size of the center ones. I wore two diamond cocktail rings, one on my left pinkie, the other on my right ring finger. I had been lectured that girls supposedly looking for husbands never wore rings of any sort on the fingers of their left hand. (For the record, that was not my belief, though I was currently unattached).
The horn sounded off again, sounding impatient if that could possibly really be.
I grabbed my evening purse, along with the faux black mink wrap I had bought for the occasion, and headed out to our ride.