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On a Sunny Monday while leaving Stade Roland Garros, I ran across this officer, who was nice enough to excuse my not so terrific French, but when he said bonjour, his dimpled chin caught this photographer's eye and I had to capture this moment!
My Nikon D90 didn't do him justice, because nothing could capture his beauty except for one's own eye. I'm so glad I decided to stroll the grounds that day!
Oui, il est un home! An Officer and a Gentleman!
This wonderful art piece was a collaboration between Allison J. and Amy S. The chair was covered with dyed wool batting and needle felted into place. It depicts a whole little scene with trees, rivers, & little people. It was a grand prize winner at the Nevada State fair several years ago.
Larry, Cliff and Rita steady themselves around Niles as the White Room calms and the dazzling white light fades. The lights in the compound return to normal as the silhouetted figure takes a step forwards and stretches high into the air.
Figure: Oh… wow.
They hear the voice of Eric, but struggle to see him as their eyes readjust to the light of the room. They blink, attempting to make Eric out from the silhouetted figure that stands before them, but soon realise the silhouetted figure is him. The figure steps forwards. To look at it is like looking at someone from the corner of your eye. It’s there, and so morbidly fascinating people can’t help but pay it a second glance. It steps away from the White Room and holds a hand up to the air, inspecting it with translucent eyes. Mallah, arm wrapped firmly around Brain, squints as he tries to make the figure out.
Mallah: Morden?
The figure stops looking at its hand and turns its eyes towards Mallah.
Figure: Oh, hullo Monsieur Mallah! What a ridiculous name! Did I ever tell you how ridiculous that name is?
Mallah snarls and slides his arm away from Brain.
Mallah: Say that again Morden…
The figure stops smiling and frowns.
Figure: Morden? Why do you keep saying that name? Morden… hmm… yes, I suppose that was me, wasn’t it?
Mallah doesn’t move.
Brain: What ‘appened to you?
The figure looks down at itself and gyrates its hips.
Figure: Such wonderful things, Brainy!
Brain: Tell me, Morden! Tell me!
It holds a finger to its lips and shushes Brain.
Figure: Nuh-uh-uh, that would be telling! And I do wish you’d stop calling me that pathetic name! What was it you called me, Brainy? Boring? No, that won’t do. A mewling fairy? No, that’s no good either. A pathetic nobody? Hmm. I like it. But less of the pathetic, methinks. Just Nobody. Mister Nobody. Ooh, that’s got a ring to it…
The figure throws out his arms and smiles.
Nobody: That’s how people do things, right? Mister Nobody! Groovy!
No one says a word as they bask in his absurdity. Niles adjusts himself on the ground and goes to speak, but before he can say anything Nobody snaps back to attention, his face turning deadly serious.
Nobody: Now – to business!
He trots over to Brain and Mallah, who stand there stunned at the sight before them. Nobody looks them up and down and smiles insincerely.
Brain: What ‘appened in the White Room, Morden?
Nobody: I told you already – I’m not telling!
Brain: Don’t play around with me you fool! You will tell me this-
Nobody: Enough!
Brain, for once, shuts up.
Nobody: You’re always so rude, Brainy. You and your monkey. No manners whatsoever! Mother always hated those who were impolite.
He begins to circle them.
Nobody: And I asked you to stop calling me that pathetic name! What did I ask you to call me, Brainy?
Brain says nothing.
Nobody: I said, what did I ask you to call me?
Nobody leans menacingly into Brain’s dome, glancing at himself for the first time in its reflection and running his tongue across his teeth. Mallah snarls but says nothing.
Brain: Mister Nobody…
Nobody: Mister Nobody. See, wasn’t hard?
He takes a step back and brings a hand up to what’s left of his chin, pretending to think.
Nobody: I’ve gotta be honest with you fellas, I have had better bosses. Hehe! But, you do amuse me, so…
He comically strokes his chin and snaps his fingers. In an instant, Brain and Mallah vanish into thin air. Nobody shakes his fists and giggles excitedly as the others turn to look for them.
Cliff: Where did they go?
He stops laughing and turns to them.
Nobody: Somewhere where they can have a little think about what they’ve done, Clifford. And to learn some manners! Speaking of which…
He saunters over to Niles, stops in front of him and squats down to his eye level.
Nobody: Oh, Doctor Caulder. What to do with Doctor Caulder?
Niles eyes him like a monarch would a turd. He furrows his brow but remains silent.
Nobody: Yes, I see it in your eyes. Of course. Any requests, Doc?
Niles’ eyes are thunder. He inhales slowly.
Niles: Get on with it.
Nobody: Ha! That can be arranged.
Nobody stands up straight and mimes stroking his chin again. After a few seconds, he nods to himself and snaps his fingers.
Nobody: Boop!
And just like that, Niles vanishes too. Larry, Cliff and Rita look at the spot he had been sat with horror. Well, they probably do. It’s hard to tell with Cliff and Larry. Rita steps forwards furiously and raises a finger to Nobody.
Rita: Bring him back right now!
Nobody: And spoil all the fun?
Rita: Now Eric!
Nobody: Oh Rita, lovely Rita, Niles Caulder is simply far too interesting! There is a lot I want to talk to him about!
Cliff: Do what she fuckin’ says asshole!
Nobody: Clifford, you really should listen to what Brainy said. Niles Caulder isn’t your friend.
He chuckles to himself and trots over to the White Room. He gazes lovingly at it, carefully stroking its smooth outer surface. Larry edges forward carefully, as if approaching an irate lion while dressed as a pork chop.
Larry: Eric, what happened?
Nobody turns away from the machine and smiles.
Nobody: Oh, Larry. The things I’ve seen… such wonderful things… devastating things… all this… HA!
He throws out his arms and spins round on the spot.
Nobody: You people have no idea…
He stops suddenly, deadly serious.
Nobody: I could be whatever I desire. What more can I do? I can do all. And who is there to stop me? You?
Larry looks round nervously at Cliff and Rita, neither of whom make any attempt to move. It seems they share his apprehension. Nobody watches them for a moment and sighs.
Nobody: Look at you, you’re terrified. There’s no need to be! I’ve seen how the real world looks at people like us. They can’t stand us! They fear us! You deserve more than to be looked at like freaks! We all do!
He takes a second to compose himself.
Nobody: I’m on your side, friends, really I am. Because of that, I will be merciful.
He can’t help but grin excitedly.
Nobody: Ooh, was that as menacing as it sounded? It sounded pretty menacing. I’ve never been menacing before! And now I’ve said menacing too many times, it sounds weird! Stop it, you!
He slaps himself.
Nobody: It seems our little quest has reached its conclusion. I must say, I did have a blast. Even despite the constant effing and jeffing, Clifford! But now, I’m afraid, it’s time for us to say goodbye. I’ve got places to go, friends, such wonderful places! And things I need to find out! But don’t cry because it’s over, as the saying goes. I’m sure we’ll see each other again someday. Sayonara for now, Doom Patrol!
Before any of them can protest, he brings his fingers up one last time and snaps. The three of them disappear. He clicks his tongue and sighs curiously as he observes the spot they had stood only moments ago.
Nobody: Doom Patrol… that does have a ring to it, you know.
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The Vermont air is cold – frightfully so. If you were to step off a plane from some far off tropical country and find yourself unfortunate enough to end up here at this precise moment in time, you would indeed take note of how frightfully cold things had gotten. You’d probably complain. You’d definitely shiver. You probably wouldn’t, however, feel like your entire body had been thrashed about in a washing machine made of hornets while being doused in ice-cold water. Funnily enough that is precisely how Larry Trainor, Cliff Steele and Rita Farr feel as emerge from the void of nothingness and make contact with the ground outside Caulder Manor. They pause for a moment, steadying themselves as they get their bearings, and Cliff makes a startling observation.
Cliff: We’re… we’re home.
Rita brings a hand to her forehead as she gazes around at the grounds of the manor, blanketed in the looming darkness of twilight.
Rita: He sent us home.
They look at each other for a moment, and would probably make another fascinating remark were it not for Larry Trainor groaning and passing out on the lawn.
Rita: Larry!
She moves over to him and rests a hand on his chest. She would do something, but unfortunately the hand has started to melt. She sniffles, attempting to hold back hot tears, and Cliff lays a clumsy hand on her shoulder.
Cliff: C’mon. Let’s get him inside.
He pulls Larry to his feet and the three of them traipse back inside, shutting the door behind them.
Ghost sign for the Wallace Armer Hardware store in Schenectady. This is the side of the buildingin the previous photo. Wallace Armer started in the 1890s, moved to this building in 1925 and closed in 1997. A much earlier version of the sign can be seen here.
"Outfitted for use all over known space, the materials and patterns of this set are highly customizable."
Still playing with different designs and styles. (Note: The white one's texture is untouched and contains flaws. This has been corrected in the final version.)
Having fun with them so far!
Working with Commander Swanson on our robotic arm onboard training simulator to stay current.
Swanson und ich am Trainingscomputer fuer den ISS Roboterarm, um unsere Qualifikation nicht zu verlieren.
Credits: ESA/NASA
337_1986
...da hat er echt zu langeauf das Bild seines Lebens gewartet und man hat ihn mit seinem Tele glatt eingemauert. Ich hätte gern das Foto von ihm gesehen? Mario wünscht gute Laune und nen guten Start in die neue Woche lg :-)
===Gotham City, years ago===
*In a small apartment, Drury Walker sits with his
older brother. They've only just moved to the city and it's been a hard few weeks, not least because their father's career isn't going well at all. Yet, on the sofa, a bowl of ice cream in hand, they sit watching TV*
Spock-*on TV* The ship... out of danger?
Kirk- Yes.
Spock- Do not grieve, Admiral. It is logical. The needs of the many, outweigh...
Kirk- The needs of the few.
Spock- Or the one. I never took the Kobayashi Maru test until now. What do you think of my solution?
Kirk- Spock.
Spock- [Gasping] I have been... and always shall be... your friend.
...
Spock- [Gasping] Live long... and prosper.
*Drury wipes away his tears with his sleeve. Norbert notices this and puts an arm around him*
Norbert- You know it's not real.
Drury- Yeah, I know.
*His brother can tell Drury's not convinced*
Norbert- Besides.. he comes back in the next one.
Drury- Really?
Norbert- Ye-
*He's quickly smacked in the face with a cushion*
Norbert- Hey, what the hell?!
Drury- Uh, spoilers?
*Norbert smiles. And throws the cushion back at his brother*
=====Now=====
Vale- -Miranda Gaige Psychiatric Hospital is closed during a management restructure. It's patients are reportedly being relocated to Arkham Asylum until further-
Ryder- -Blackgate casualties continue to mount. With the discovery of a cave system adjoining the sewer system beneath the prison, as well as the recovery of several mutilated bodies, police believe they have discovered the most recent hideout of Waylon Jones, alias-
Vale- -Danto Twag has announced his candidacy for mayor with much of the blame for the Blackgate incident being directed at Mayor Grange
Ryder- -What appears to be the start of a brutal gang war between the False Face Society and a currently unknown party has led to the deaths of fourteen citizens caught in the crossfire-
Vale- -Blackgate's inmates, including Ex-Mayor Drury Walker, are currently enroute to-
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Arkham Asylum. There could be no hospital more infamous. Drury used that term loosely. If Arkham was a hospital, Bane was a green grocer. The image almost made him crack a smile, something he'd been struggling to do for a while...
For one thing, he no longer had his photograph, stolen by Mister Camera during the Blackgate incident, one of the few items he had been allowed to have. Secondly, and more importantly, he missed Miranda herself... She hadn't visited him since he was sentenced, although ultimately he understood why. He knew she was scared, and he was too. For a few minutes he just sat down on his mattress. Until a glass bottle went flying past his head. He supposed, that was the work of his new cellmate, another of Arkham's lost causes he supposed. Drury was, of course very familiar with the Asylum, having spent at least ten years breaking out and being brought back. Yet, in recent times he would never have considered he'd be here again. Not on this side of the bars. But here he was again, back in the madhouse
Helping each other over the hard bits of the rock face the girls move towards the rock pool wall to the right to hopefully hang on and get some protection . The wave coming before them gives some idea of the challenges ahead .
Good luck , they will need it .
Snapper Rocks
Rainbow Bay
Gold Coast . NSW