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==The Trailer==
Day 10
In the months following Miranda's death, the Misfits undertook a role that Sharpe had rather cruelly dubbed "Drury Duty;" what that entailed, was monitoring Walker as closely as they could, placating him whenever possible and giving him an outlet for his outbursts, mood swings and frustrations. Often times, it meant simply watching whatever he wanted to watch, buying what he wanted to eat and in one particularly notable instance, it had meant fighting the League of Assassins.
When he returned from his exile, things remained very much the same; the Misfits supported him however they could, and with varying degrees of enthusiasm- Rigger was of course ecstatic to help Drury out, Gar did his part with unwavering loyalty, and Flannegan would pitch in so long as he was paid for what he considered "Overtime."
Philip Reardon, Ten, who had previously objected to Walker's continuing reckless streak, had similarly carried on, keeping his reservations unspoken. Yet, the longer they stayed away from Gotham, the more anxious he had grown. Confined to the trailer, he sat unimpressed, as Drury watched The Disaster Artist for the sixth time that week, Gar by his side, flicking that infernal lighter on and off, with annoying consistency.
Fortunately, a moment's respite arrived, as Rigger entered the base with a bag laden with Chinese food. "Take-Out's here," he announced cheerily.
"Place it on the table there, Joe, we'll get it in a minute," Drury said, not taking his eyes off the screen, a thoughtful hand placed on his chin.
Rigger nodded, and dutifully began unpacking the food. "You think Batman minds we're using his Netflix?" he asked, as he placed napkins around the table.
"We stole his truck, Joey, he didn't seem to fault us for that," Drury joked.
"It's not Batman's," Gar drawled, as he turned back to the TV. "The account was listed under Devon or Damon or something."
==Study Room F==
Since Jeff and Chuck had made their uneasy peace, the Misfits continued to study side by side with their fellow students. Well, Chuck studied. Blake, was still set on winning Britta's heart, and Mayo, spent his time doodling in his notebook; his latest creations were a series of drawings about a pair of anthropomorphic ketchup and mustard bottles he'd named Keith and Robert Attfield.
With his now-typical flamboyant flair, Dean Pelton entered the room, this time dressed in a Women's Suffrage outfit. "Bad news people," he began. "Our Woman StuDeans teacher dropped out and now we need a replacem-"
Without thinking, Blake spoke up. "I'll do it," he said proudly.
The girls look at him, then back at the Dean in horror.
"Great! You start Thursday, here's your schedule, your office key, and- my personal number," Pelton winked, as he handed Blake the coursework, and scribbled on the bottom of the topmost sheet.
"Cool," Blake said,
"Dean!" Annie gasped in protest. "Shouldn't a woman's studies class be taught be a woman? Instead of, y'know..." she gestured at Blake, hesitant to say 'man.'
"Oh, yeah, and I guess Ladders should be taught by a ladder? Get with the times, bigot," Pierce grumbled condescendingly.
The Dean smiled. "It's a nice thought, Annie, but the board's concerned that if we hire another woman, and for a woman's studies class no less, that there may be a level of bias involved. That why I've always made sure replacement teachers are the opposite gender, and, anything in between," he explained, as he made his exit.
The group pondered the accuracy of the statement; strangely enough, it did seem to line up.
Britta frowned, as she turned to the boys bitterly. "You just couldn't let us have this one, could you? Just another thing you men just had to take from women. The oppressive power of the penis strikes again."
"Give it a rest Britta," Jeff interjected. "We gave you Ghostbusters."
At this, Troy reached over and rested his arm on Abed's shoulder to comfort him.
"Told you I'd get there, Chuck," Blake whistled triumphantly, rising to his feet. And, as he left, he dumped the textbooks in the nearby bin
"That's a really bad sign," Abed declared flatly.
==The Trailer==
Forced to choose between Wiseau and his career, The Room or his girlfriend, Sestero bowed his head. Amber scoffed disappointedly, and walked off the set. Tommy shrugged, and continued to bark nasally orders. Gar's eyes widened as he began to notice parallels that you could only really notice if you too had been forced to watch The Disaster Artist on a daily basis for a week.
"Nah," Drury tutted to himself. "Sorry Dave, I'm just not feeling it." Reardon had begun to notice that his opinion towards the Franco brothers' acting was as flippant as Wiseau's on-set behaviour.
Gar paused, and slowly turned his head to his companion. "Drury. Did you Disaster Artist me?" he asked sternly.
"Now, Gar, that depends on the context," Drury deflected. "Did I once proposition you to make a kick ass movie? Yes, yes I did- you said no. Did I invite you to live with me? Also yes- you said no. Did I fire a team member or two because they didn't like me- You know what, this isn't helping my case, is it?"
"You- Hang on, you told me Lord Death Man was stealing stationary!" Gar said in disbelief.
"Maybe he was! ...oh, who am I kidding, he was a class act. But, also a weeb. He had to go, Gar," Drury said as though he felt that justified his dismissal.
"Weeb? He was Japanese!" Gar exclaimed, his ire rising.
"Oh," Drury muttered. "Oh, in that case, I really need to review my diversity quota. Helps with the scandals."
"Speaking of-" Rigger interjected cautiously. "Do you think when you're done, we can watch what I wanna watch?" he asked trepidatiously.
At this, Drury pressed pause on the remote and glared at him, before both him and Gar burst out laughing.
"It's just... I've got some stellar anime lined up, not to mention Ten refuses to binge watch Stranger Things with me," Rigger muttered sadly.
Reardon, took his earphones out. "First off, it's a binge listen, not a binge watch for me-"
"Yeah, but visual impairment stuff is-"
"Secondly, I just don't like kids."
Drury and Gar scowled at him.
Backpedaling, Reardon attempted to explain himself. "I mean, I like your kids; there are many more I'm indifferent to... I just find the concept of child actors rather hokey and I think they don't make for a particularly compelling auditory experience."
"But she's so good man, so good!" Rigger reassured him.
"I still use Twitter, Joe. Drake's told me exactly how good she is," Reardon grimaced, as he leaned back into his chair.
"You follow Drake on Twitter-?" Rigger asked.
"I did. I liked his music."
"IT, GLOW, Stranger Things... it really all is just 80s nostalgia these days, ain't it? I grew up in the 80s, and believe me, there's nothing nostalgic about it," Gar complained.
"Yeah, but you grew up in 80s Gotham. 80s Hollywood had so much more cocaine," Rigger elaborated. "Like, so much cocaine."
The radio in Drury's pocket started to buzz. "Destro to Commander, Destro to Commander, are you reading me, over?" Chuck's voice rang out.
Drury looked over at Gar guiltily. "Look, I have to take this. Yeah, this is the Commander, over."
"You just wanted the title, didn't you?" Gar scoffed.
"That's not true at all," Drury said sternly. "My original pitch was Vader and the Emperor."
"But, to be clear, in that scenario, you would also be the Emperor, right?" Reardon asked.
"God, there you go again! That's also the 80s!" Gar frowned.
"True. But from a certain point of view, isn't Star Wars timeless?" Drury asked.
"Yeah, Jesus, Gar, it happened a long time ago in a galaxy far far away, keep up," Rigger piped up.
"Sorry, what was that, Chuck?" Drury asked into the walkie talkie, glaring at Gar. "The Baroness is being a real bitch."
"Sure. Hi, Drury," Chuck said. "As I was saying there's been a, um, slight hiccup."
"How slight?" Drury asked suspiciously.
Chuck winced. "Blake joined the faculty."
Gar's ears pricked up. "He did- When? Why? How?"
"I guess god did bless the Pussy Patrol after all," Rigger shrugged.
"Oh, no, don't you put that on Him," Reardon responded sternly.
"No, no, this is good," Drury said.
The trio stared at him blankly. "How?!" Gar repeated.
"Think of it this way," Drury explained. "Blake might be our best shot of getting to Kuttler. As a teacher, he'll have access to the faculty lounge. And seeing as Kuttler sprints there between classes, you know he has nowhere else to go."
Reardon swallowed, then he tucked his goggles into his breast pocket. "Do you know what, Drury? I don't think you've made a good call this entire trip- I actually don't know if you've made one since you came back, but we are all increasingly worried for your mental state. I don't know if it's grief or guilt or another bipolar episode, but you need to start talking to us. And, please, god, about something other than GLOW. Have you even given a second thought as to how we're going to get back into Gotham? The Bats hate us, the Outcasts want to kill us, and that's to say nothing of the two million other people we've ticked off... We've put our jobs on the line for you. We put our lives on the line for you, and-"
"Ten!" Drury yelled with unexpected anger; Rigger jumped out of his seat, Gar put away his lighter, and Chuck wisely moved the walkie away from his ear. "Can you come outside with me for a minute, please?" Drury said quietly.
~
Reardon climbed down the ladder, and took a deep, regretful breath. "Look, Drury, about what I said- It's not that I trust you, not fully, it's just-"
"Enough." Drury raised his hand to silence him. He said nothing for a moment, just staring at him in contempt. "You're my friends, ok? My best friends. But when I was in Keystone, not one of you visited me. Not one. I got your texts, I saw your photos, but no one bothered to come down there, not even for a cup of tea, or coffee, or hot chocolate; I make great hot chocolate, you know. But it was like- like you were all content to just pawn me off to Suit and McCulloch. "Let him be their problem now!" Do you understand what it's like? To be me? To feel so elated one minute, and so utterly lonely and empty the next? Because that's my life, Ten. God knows what it did to my marriages, I can barely describe what it does to me." And then, his lip quivered, and suddenly, he collapsed into Reardon's arms, as it all came flooding out; all his insecurities and all his pain. "And why does... Why does he get to come back? Why does he... And not her?"
Reardon sighed; he didn't know how to respond, or what to say. He didn't have those answers, as much as he wished that, in that moment, he did. "Because..." he paused. "I... I don't know. I'm sorry, but I don't. But I do know, that if we got to decide who lived and who died, we'd be no better than Carson."
Unsatisfied but understanding, Drury rubbed his nose and nodded. "Figures," he sniffled. "Don't tell the other guys, ok?" he asked genuinely. "They're nice people, but, I don't think they get me. I... I don't think anyone can, not even Miranda could've."
"Of course," Reardon replied firmly. "But do you know what I think? Honestly? I think you try hard, very hard, in fact, to do the right thing. You don't always succeed, but then again, no one can. Not even Superman, I'd wager. I know how much you care that people know that; that you wish they'd notice more. I know you're fiercely loyal and wholly committed once you've set your mind to a task. And I just... I just wish sometimes you'd think things through, that's all. And, if it helps, you're also the strongest person I know, so there's that. Because, if not for you, I'd likely still be in Blackgate. Heck, I'd be dead," he admitted.
"Urgh, God help you," Drury winked cheekily.
"I'd like to think so, yes."
"Now," Reardon smiled. "Do you want to come inside and watch Animé with Joe and I?"
"I would absolutely hate that," Walker said grimly. "So, let's do it," he smirked
==The Women's Studies Classroom==
Day 11
Blake had rested a pair of spectacles on his nose, and tied back his hair. From a glance, he almost looked educated. "Today," he said, addressing the classroom, "I thought, just to break the ice- I'd talk about some of my favourite women." He snapped his fingers and Mayo began to place pictures up on the whiteboard for him.
Blake gestured at the first image with a laser pointer. "Joan of Arc. Murdered the English, pretty slick. From what I hear, she's also a witch. Badass." In reality, the picture was of Jennifer Lawrence's Hunger Games character.
Mayo placed the next picture up.
"Rosa Parks. Used public transport. And this was, like, in the 60s where there was really no hygiene. Badass."
Mayo frowned at the next picture, looking to Blake for confirmation, and hesitantly placed it up on the board.
"Amy Schumer. She keeps going up on stage and sharing intimate details about her body- even though she is clearly terrible at what she does. She has left nothing to the imagination and we all hate her for it. Badass."
Lastly, Mayo put the final picture up, and nodded in approval of the large image of Sigourney Weaver.
"And Ripley. Ellen Ripley fought aliens. Need I go on? Badass."
As Blake spoke, each remark more sexist than the last, the girls looked on in horror; Shirley shook her head back and forth, Britta stared at him, mouth agape, Annie's eyes brimmed with tears. Abed, continued taking notes.
===The Trailer==
That day, the four Misfits sat assembled in the trailer, watching an Animé show of some sort; Rigger sat crossed legged in front of the monitor, and sat around him, on black leather seats were Drury, Reardon and a less than enthused Lynns. Reardon's arm was outstretched and he was struggling to read the subtitles (Joey, had adamantly refused to put on the dubbed version). Gar and Joey had entered an inappropriate debate over the impractical proportions of the lead characters; Gar was especially critical of the creator's intent; Joey was insistent that, come chapter 610, the show gets much better.
Drury sank further into his chair. "I really hate these shows," he muttered, as he reached into his left hand pocket and slid out his phone to read his new text message; one from an unknown caller. 'Town center. Tomorrow evening,' it read. Drury frowned for a moment, then he gazed off at the Misfits, still discussing things they had no business discussing. His boyish smile returned, as he reached over and whispered in Ten's ear. "So, you think we can sneak into one of Blake's lectures tomorrow?"
Reardon smirked back at him. "God, I hope so."
第一次送機送走真實地相處三年的異國朋友。
不知道算不算是人生第一次說走就走，好像是見最後一面這樣一個人奔去機場，
「人最重要的，往往是當下正感到要失去的。」
或許這句話能夠道盡當下的心境吧！
捨不得都要捨得
我會一直記得有人在我受傷的時候陪我走在滂沱大雨中，學姊還因此生氣QQ
有人在我因為都市運輸規劃崩潰而無法理會自來水前一天把考古題答案換傳給我，
有人一直抱怨著很餓也陪我作完滿桌的菜，
有個因為我想喝星巴克早上的買一送一陪我早起，
還有大一每個星期四的晚餐......
至今還是有點難想像，難以想像接下來的一年，
雖然平常也沒有常常見面，不過總可以說吃飯就吃飯、說見就見，
但現在要見面真的好困難T_T
所以在妳們離開台灣的最後一刻，我要陪著妳們：）
三年說長不長，說短不短，下次見面是什麼時候？
我一定會去找妳們的 <3 明年寒假！
Aug. 31, 2013. @桃園國際機場第一航廈
I used to greet ‘HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY’.
But after all these years..
I now realized it’s better to greet ‘GOD BLESS OUR MOTHERS!’
Then we’ll all be Happy, very very HAPPY. :)
(dr salinel)
台南市北門區 - 南鯤鯓代天府 / 五王常佑心事成 - 香燻朝天業長春
North Gate area of Tainan - Nankunshen Temple / Five Kings often bless mind to - Has a long career in the spring fragrances like toward the sky
North Gate área de Tainan - Nankunshen Temple / Cinco Reyes menudo bendiga mente - Tiene una larga carrera en las fragancias de primavera como hacia el cielo
台南市北門区 - 南鯤鯓代天府 / 五王常祐の考え事はなります - 芳香剤の上に向かう業の長春
North Gate Bereich der Tainan - Nankunshen Temple / Five Kings segnen oft Geist - hat eine lange Karriere in den Frühlingsdüfte, wie in den Himmel
North Gate région de Tainan - Nankunshen Temple / Cinq Rois bénisse souvent à l'esprit - a une longue carrière dans les parfums de printemps comme vers le ciel
Tainan Taiwan / Tainan Taiwán / 台灣台南
管樂小集 2013/12/27 Chihkan Tower performances
{ 南鯤鯓之戀 / Love in Nankunshen }
{View large size on fluidr / 觀看大圖}
{My Blog / 管樂小集精彩演出-觸動你的心}
{My Blog / Great Music The splendid performance touches your heart}
{My Blog / 管楽小集すばらしい公演-はあなたの心を心を打ちます}
{Mi blog / La gran música el funcionamiento espléndido toca su corazón}
{Mein Blog / Große Musik die herrliche Leistung berührt Ihr Herz}
{Mon blog / La grande musique l'exécution splendide touche votre coeur}
Melody 曲:JAPAN / Words 詞:Sheesen / Singing : Sheesen
{ 夢旅人 1990 Dream Traveler 1990 }
家住安南鹽溪邊
The family lives in nearby the Annan salt river
隔壁就是聽雨軒
The next door listens to the rain porch
一旦落日照大員
The sunset Shineing to the Taiwan at once
左岸青龍飛九天
The left bank white dragon flying in the sky
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Merci de tout mon coeur pour vos gentils commentaires ! Ils méritent que je vous raconte l'histoire de Sasha.
J'ai trouvé Sasha âgé d'environ 3 mois sur un trottoir devant le resto où j'allais dîner. Minuscule boule rousse terrorisée, trempée, appelant désespérement au secours avec un tout petit miaulement . Mon réflexe a été de le prendre dans mes bras et le fourrer sous ma veste en laine. Hébergée par Babette la restauratrice le temps de mon dîner, je l'ai ensuite ramené chez moi. Blessé à la tête, très craintif, il a mangé comme quatre et s'est endormi épuisé. Combatif, il n'a jamais eu peur de répondre aux attaques de Nelson, chat adulte maître chez lui. Petit à petit, ils sont devenus amis et désormais inséparables. J'ai attendu une annonce, une affiche réclamant Sasha. Rien. Aussi, un soir, je l'ai baptisé et lui ai dit qu'il était chez lui.
C'est un chat étonnant, silencieux et agile, fou de tout ce qui se mange jusqu'au fromage de chèvre ! Il est, de toute évidence, marqué par son abandon et la maltraîtance. Il conserve une innocence émouvante, une adoration bouleversante dans ses yeux lorsqu'il me regarde. Il s'endort n'importe où comme dans la panière à pain sur la photo et fait tomber tout ce qui l'encombre pour s'étaler comme il en a envie. Il est très touchant, particulier, pas très intelligent et cela le rend d'autant plus attachant et drôle. Inutile de dire que je l'aime avec infiniment de tendresse.
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Ice build up on the lug nut covers forms what look like wings. God Bless the open road.
God Bless
The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.
Take a moment from your socially-distanced Memorial Day celebrations to remember military personnel who died while serving in the United States Armed Forces.
Lake Erie – Saybrook Ohio. May 23, 2020.
201503260001hq (03/26/2015) --- An Orthodox Priest blesses the Soyuz rocket at the Baikonur Cosmodrome Launch pad on Thursday, Mar. 26, 2015 in Kazakhstan. NASA Astronaut Scott Kelly, and Russian Cosmonauts Mikhail Kornienko, and Gennady Padalka of the Russian Federal Space Agency (Roscosmos) are scheduled to launch to the International Space Station in the Soyuz TMA-16M spacecraft from the Baikonur Cosmodrome in Kazakhstan March 28, Kazakh time (March 27 US Eastern time.) As the one-year crew, Kelly and Kornienko will return to Earth on Soyuz TMA-18M in March 2016. Photo Credit (NASA/Bill Ingalls)
My homage to those that lost their lives or loved ones on September 11 2001.
May god protect and bless us all.
"For the flag still stands for freedom, and they can't take that away"
Wall painting made by Q – a female artist from Lindesberg, Sweden.
The forth edition of the street art festival No Limit was held in Borås in 2020. This year No Limit was curated and co-produced by Artscape, one of the world's leading independent organisations within urban art.
www.nolimitboras.com/language/en/ (website also in English)
artscape.se (website in English)
My Home Sweet Home! Song written by Irving Berlin during the First World War. (not the greatest photo, the focus is off but I like it nonetheless!)
God Bless you and God help us now that you are gone.Here are a few snaps I took on June 30, 1990 in Oakland, less than 4 months after he been freed from 27 years in Robben Island, my whole life at that time.. We carry you in our hearts always.
"Man a man has done what he considers to be his duty to the people and his country, he can rest in peace. I believe I have made that effort and that is, therefore, why I will sleep for the eternity"- Nelson Mandela.
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Model: Thuy Vy
Location: City Zoo, HCMC
lục cơm nguội... xào nấu cho ấm bếp
ai dzô comment, fav ủng hộ em coai ^^
Eric is a groundskeeper for Holy Sepulchre Cemetery, where Tomasz is interred.
He was working diligently to keep up with all the snow that has fallen since Christmas.
I was struck by the sight of Eric working while the crosses, and the Virgin Mary, holding Jesus, who was covered in a blanket of snow, glowed in the sunshine.
Eric said he felt honored to have his portrait made. I felt honored that I was allowed to make his portriat.
The entrance looked beautiful by the time the funeral procession arrived.
Thank you, Eric.
I've not felt well this week, so for the first time in many years, I missed attending any Remembrance Sunday services. Hence, I upload a shot (from my files) taken on Armistice Day 11/11/12 @ Southport's Cenotaph.
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" They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam. "
GOD Bless America
Video by Carmen Ortiz
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2bkc5IQeg78
My niece's husband, Matt Tolliver, is in the coast guard and is seen throughout video. (Jen & Matt at :18 seconds)
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