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7 Therefore Jesus said again, "I tell you the truth, I am the gate for the sheep. 8 All who ever came before me were thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not listen to them. 9 I am the gate; whoever enters through me WILL BE SAVED. He will come in and go out, and find pasture. 10 The thief comes only to STEAL and KILL and DESTROY; I have come that they may have LIFE, and have it to the FULL. (John 10:7-10)
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I woke in a cold sweat, eyes wide, in the middle of the night. The midnight air was cool around me, adding to my feeling of alertness. I had been having a nightmare. They seemed to begin after the encounter with the mysterious Urag. I didn't get a good look at him, but I knew I had seen the exact same monster before...
I settled back down into my cot, and fell asleep once more. I began to dream. It began benignly, living out a day in my past life. The sun was out, my wife was smiling. But all was not well. The year was 2021, and the next day I would be heading to war. These were the first days of the resistance, which was little more than a twinkle in our eyes. Continental governments were still fighting back, but ultimately failed. However, this was yet to come. At this time, the Urag known commonly as "The General" was at large. I am one of the few survivors from the early days who knows of the atrocities he committed, the families he personally slaughtered. What happened on the night with the campfire was particularly threatening; the General was known to go hunting, hunting for humans. He would raid small homesteads, or groups much like ours, for the sheer pleasure of killing. It is fortunate that we had our weapons, or we would certainly be dead. Anyway, at the time of my dreamy reminiscence, I had known little about the Urags, and much less how to tell them apart. The day had been going well. I had had dinner with my wife and son, and then he had gone to play outside. My wife and I then took out the bottle of champagne given to us at our wedding, and had what we thought may be our final drink together. I still remember the taste of the champagne, and my wife's kiss. It was to be a last, carefree night before I left. However, nothing ever goes as planned. This is where the nightmare came in. Suddenly, I heard a scream from outside. I grabbed my sniper, which had been propped against the wall next to the door, along with my gear. Running outside, I saw a terrible sight. It was my son, being strangled by a massive Urag that had materialized out of the shadows. I couldn't shoot for fear of hitting my son instead. I stood there, helpless, tears filling my eyes, as the live was choked out of my son. My wife was screaming, screaming for me to do something. But I couldn't, couldn't risk hitting him... His eyes would haunt me, this I knew. As he died, the Urag dragged him into the night, never to be seen again..."
With this, I awoke a second time. This time, I stayed up. The worst thing about nightmares, is that sometimes they are true...
Finally, after all the fighting, killing, and surviving, I was getting a chance to relax with some new friends. I was getting to know this group of soldiers better, and "coming out of my shell," so to speak. Anyway, we were now lounging by a campfire, sharing tales of the war. Earlier in the day, I had shown Crypid some new Martial arts techniques, and Klip how to aim and shoot in the same motion. Now, we were reminiscing about our exploits in the war. Currently, the woman named "Selbz" was telling of a rather comical story of seeing an Urag fly... I looked over to Klip. He was watching and listening in rapture. I could tell that he had a thing for Selbz; between his gaze, the pink scrap of paper just poking out of one of his pockets, and the *mostly* rubbed off lipstick on his face. Obviously, something had happened between them...
I smiled to myself, which quickly turned to a grimace as I thought of my wife. I quickly sent away the thought, as now was not the time to think of sadness. Then, Klip began a tale, one of notorious Urag...
"Back in the early days in the war, before I joined up, there was talk of a single Urag responsible for thousands of deaths. They called him the General, as no one could pronounce his name. He led his troops with great success against us, using tactics that were brutal as much as they were effective. His elite cadre of soldiers decimated our lines, until we met head on at the Fifth Battle of Sacramento. Again and again we met in battle, with hundreds on each side dead. But this time, we had come up with a commander brilliant enough to challenge The General. All his troops lost, he fled in shame. The Urags rejected him for his failure. Still determined to kill and maim humans, he continued to fight us, by himself. From what few reports, he is known to be nearly seven feet tall, with armor made of human bones. Rumor is, he is supposed to be haunting this area... But of course, he is just a fairy tale."
All were enthralled by his story, all except me. "Don't joke about what you don't fully understand," I told him. "I fought in the Fifth Battle of Sacramento, and saw the horrors that he committed. He is very real, and the reports are true. I don't know what happened to him. Maybe he died, but I think that he is still out there, biding his time."
After my warning, all were silent for a few minutes. Then Cryptid started into a tale of haunting loss, and I zoned out again.
I was staring, staring into the darkness. I had always been fascinated by the night, the murky depths left unfathomed. At the same time,it scared me. I had a fear of what I could not know, and the endless shadow frightened me. No matter how much I saw, I would never know everything beyond my limited field of vision. So I concentrated on the circle of light cast by the fire, and just listened to the story, coming to terms with my fear.
The stories had been going on for a while. Cryptid was telling another story, which I hadn't picked up much from. Klip and Selbz were beginning to doze off. And then, I heard a noise, like a branch snapping in the dark, just outside the circle of light cast by the fire. Instantly alert, I raised by hand to stop Cryptid, and picked up my rifle. Concerned, he followed suit. I leaned over to nudge Klip, and then a figure exploded out of the darkness. It was an Urag, very tall, with bleached white shoulder pads. I looked at his face, and saw the scar where one of his eyes should be...
In the time it took for me to observe this, the Urag had closed the distance between himself and us, grabbing Selbz by the neck, and dragging her backwards to use as a shield. He then leveled his gun at us, a massive contraption of iron and steel. By this time, Klip was fully alert, pistol in his hand, and a look of worry on his face. He began to rush forwards, but I blocked him with my hand. Cryptid couldn't take the shot with his launcher, and Klip wouldn't risk the chance of hitting Selbz. I raised the sniper rifle, and said as menacingly as possible, "Drop. The. Lady."
The Urag began to smirk at this, then changed his mind as he looked cleanly down the barrel of my rifle. Growling, he then kicked Selbz back towards us, and into the fire. Klip and Cryptid immediately rushed in to rescue her, and in the commotion the Urag fled into the night. We stood in silence for a while, scanning the area, until Cryptid said, "Was that who I think it was?..."
Motor Show Festival, en su primera edición en mayo del 2003, fue pionero en España en la celebración de un salón tuning al uso apostando por un comcepto similar al que se venía realizando en otros paises de Europa.
A short audio clip (combined with still photo) of my cousin's 10-year-old daughter catching me completely by surprise at how well she's doing on learning the piano.
Damn, things had not been going well today.
We started out with a well prepared, albeit small group of soldiers, scouting out some land in Louisiana. Things had been going great, until another catastrophe occurred. Like all those years ago, the 'Rags had been laying in wait, ready for us. But this time, I was ready too. I took out Urag after Urag, but it wasn't enough. Eventually, I was the only man standing against a horde of Urags. They were closing in on my position, keeping behind cover, and leapfrogging positions to stay hidden. They were getting far too close. Then, something massive loomed in my scope. It was an Urag Chieftain, followed by a pair of Skirmishers! I fired wildly, once, and then my magazine clicked empty. Damn, I shouldn't have been careless, and reloaded! The Chieftain brought his massive Chain-ax to bear, and brought it down on me. At the last second, I managed to bring my rifle up to block. The staff nearly sheared through it, but it managed to save my life. I was knocked down by the impact, now weaponless except for my own chainblade. The chieftain raised his staff to finish me off. "So this is how it ends," I thought. In one last act of denial, I spat at his chest as the ax began it's descent. I shut my eyes, now thinking, "ohdamnohdamnohdamnohdamnohdamn!" I felt a wave of force, a burning pain on the side of my face, and everything went black.
A few seconds later, I wearily opened my eyes. I wasn't dead! Instead, I saw the chieftain, staring blankly, with a gaping hole blown in his chest. And a few feet behind him, I saw Cryptid. He barked to the other men in his team, who must have been behind the nearby wall, to clean up the rest of the 'Rags. He helped me to my feet, and I thanked him profusely. Cryptid must have blown a hole in the Chieftain at the last moment with his MGL. however, I was not without my scars. The Chain-axe had done a number on the left side of my face, leaving a long gash. Fortunately, it wasn't fatal, but would likely be there for the rest of my life. Then Cryptid spoke again, "Come on. You can ride with us until you can get back to your group."
"What group?" I responded, picking up an AC8 from a fallen soldier. "They have gone where I cannot follow."
A four-input audio and video selector from back when analog composite video was under fire and the once-mighty Radio Shack (then renamed RadioShack) was on a path to irrelevance.
I bought this selector switch for film festival use back when we we had to juggle multiple video formats, in addition to 35mm film. I stopped using it after the move to digital cinema and Blu-Ray Discs, letting it gather dust, awaiting eventual donation or recycling.
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The most realistic, accurate, pleasant sounding retro radio in SL guaranteed. A blended sound collage of real shows and music from the 1920s and 30s, lovingly handcrafted in 100% original mesh. First tested in the famous 1920s Berlin Project sim, this radio received a five star reception and passed to "Ear test" of the most discerning listeners.
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Londieloo enjoying the Christmas gift I got her....A pair of Audio Technica ATH-M50x Professional Studio Monitor Headphones. They do sound amazing!
Sony A7
AF-S Nikkor 85mm f/1.8G
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I had to rummage in the loft to find my old Akai 4000 Spool to Spool tape deck.
The level meters allow the keen user to balance the levels to get exactly the right result. Edited here to show only the Left meter to be pithing the 3" rules.
I did try to get a signal into the device but it refused to play ball :o(
Balance for Macro Mondays
Best sound of High-End in Sankt Petersburg. “Триумф AUDIO”
Cinema system. Stereo. Rare LP!
Photography without poses
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Psalms 102
25 In the beginning you laid the foundations of the earth,
and the heavens are the work of your hands.
26 They will perish, but you remain;
they will all wear out like a garment.
Like clothing you will change them
and they will be discarded.
27 But you remain the same,
and your years will never end.
28 The children of your servants will live in your presence;
their descendants will be established before you."
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Grace and Peace to you from God our Father in the Lord Jesus Christ, FOREVER! Through Faith in Jesus!
10 The thief comes only to STEAL and KILL and DESTROY; I have come that they may have LIFE, and have it to the FULL. (John 10:10)
Jesus came to bring spiritual LIFE to the spiritually dead and set the captives FREE! FREE from RELIGION, ERROR and outright LIES, so they might serve THE LIVING GOD! In SPIRIT and in TRUTH!
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One year ago I was on holiday in Nippon. These are some photo's of exactly one year ago.
My first full day in Osaka was, looking back, not a very productive one. The plan was to go to Osaka Castle but I never got there. I got caught up in the Yodobashi and the entire area around it. I was a bit tired that day and I just wanted to roam around and relax.
Audio-Technica is a Japanese maker of turn-table needles, microphones and headphones. I already had a pair on the recommendation of MKBHD. But at Yodobashi they had all the models, models that are hard to get in Europe. I listened and tried the most expensive headphones they had. Just to experience a good headphone. Then I tried these open-air floating Audio-Technica's and there were just scary. Ultra light and you don't even notice you a re wearing any headphone and the music is just there. I didn't get them because they were ¥18000, I don't listen to music a lot and didn't feel too sturdy.