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Zero is one of the Sandhill offspring born a year ago...the male in my opinion. You can see that he still has a little gray on the top of his head. His eye is more gold, while Dasani's is more orangy/rusty in color. That is not a gender ID, just a difference between the two. My best guess is that he and Dasani hatched today and tomorrow a year ago. I saw them for the first time a day or two after that. They were born on the property where I work. Maybe their names give you a hit about my company. =o) Now they are out on their own, and they visit the empty lot next to our house. It's a wonderful life, and I LOVE living here! Thanks for viewing! =o)
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A Coca-Cola vending machine outside a university lecture hall. This machine has the annoying distinction of being moved by pranksters in front of the lecture hall's projection booth door, blocking my access but fortunately not when I needed to troubleshoot the room's audio-visual equipment so a lecture could proceed.
This machine, alas, is biding its time as of now. The campus recently switched its official soft-drinks supplier to PepsiCo; their local distributor is in the process of installing their machines, moving the Coca-Cola equipment aside. The local Coca-Cola distributor will stop by before long to collect their equipment (update 9/30/2024: machine has been removed).
Zero is the male of Classic and Cherry's chicks from last Spring! Both he and his sister Dasani seem to take after Classic in size, but Zero has his daddy’s nostrils and knees just like Fresca this year. Z and D are big and healthy. Their parents assimilated them into another location near our home in Brandon, FL when it was time for them to mate again. I captured them on my way home from work. Our house is only a couple of miles from my workplace. I get to see Classic and Cherry with this year's chicks Fanta and Fresca when I am at work, and I get to keep track of last year's duo as well. I'm thinking I am one blessed Bird Nerd!!! Hugs and thanks for viewing!
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This is mama Cherry and baby Dasani. For more information on these and other cranes, visit www.savingcranes.org Thanks for viewing! =o)
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Any guesses what this is ?
This picture second in series of some pictures I took inside a white box setup last night.
Look, I need a hard hitter, I need a deep stroker
I need a Henny drinker, I need a weed smoker
Not a garden snake, I need a king cobra
With a hook in it, hope it lean over
He got some money, then that's where I'm headed
Pussy A1, just like his credit
He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it
I let him taste it, now he diabetic
I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp
I wanna gag, I wanna choke
I want you to touch that lil' dangly thing
That swing in the back of my throat
My head game is fire, punani Dasani
It's going in dry and it's coming out soggy
I ride on that thang like the cops is behind me
I spit on his mic and now he tryna sign me, woo
...the day gets ahead of you and before you know it there are eight different drinks you've started, brought to your desk and not finished...WTF
Just last year the Rio Tinto Garfield Smelter switched its rail switching contract to Rail Switching Service. Today in Garfield, Utah; I caught a cut of three RSSX units carrying a cut of empties up the hill from the Union Pacific interchange up towards SR 201 and up into the smelter property. Leading the short train is a trio of various rebuilt GP locomotives. Try and spy the Dasani case riding on the hood of the lead locomotive.
Invigorate every day with the purified taste of the world's most delicious water. Splash Into Life with the refreshing, crisp taste of DASANI® ! OK! Just kidding!
(Explored -Thank you, that means so much!) This was this morning! 12-9-08. My hubby left for work, but came back in to tell me, there were Sandhill Cranes in the lot next to our house. I thought it was the pair I had seen before, but my heart sang when I saw Classic, Cherry and their grown offspring, Zero and Dasani.
I felt blessed that "my" Sandhill family from my workplace was in the empty lot next door to our house. I thought I was dreaming. They were rather evasive today, which is unusual. Perhaps they did not recognize me in this place. Also, I noticed that Classic and Cherry were beginning to dance. This is a shot of them. Zero and Dasani were intermittently jumping up and down imitating them and playing.
I know, I express so often, my love of these cranes. I wish that you could feel the joy that I experience when I am blessed to spend time with them. I try to capture that feeling and their essence.
I am hoping to go to the Platte River migration in April in Nebraska. www.rowesanctuary.org/ We'll see! I would need a really serious lens, at least 400mm. Holy Donuts!!! I wonder if you can rent something like that. If anyone has any thrifty ideas around that prospect, I would be very grateful. Even if I can't find a mack daddy lens, I may do it...just the experience would be a lifetime moment, freezing your keester off in a bird blind in the bitter cold all night! Doesn't that sound enticing?? Well, it does to me!! What did they call it back in the day...a patron!! I need a patron to sponsor my artiistic obsession. LOL!!
You know what? Even if I trek up there in my Sentra, and still only have the lens I have, I'm going for it!! It's not all about the equipment. It's about heart, right?! And honestly, even if I was only taking GREAT pictures with my mind and my heart...I would be in heaven.
Oops!! Oversharing alert!! Thanks for viewing and for your indulgence in my dream sharing! I'm a total nerd! =o) For more information on these and other cranes, you can also visit www.savingcranes.org.
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One of my faves of the First Family, Classic, Cherry and Sprite. I like the way you can see through Classic's beak in this one. Sandhill Cranes spend a lot of time with their booties pointing toward the sky. Sprite learned well from his wonderful parents. He went off to make his own way in the world and now Zero and Dasani are getting launched by his mom and dad. It's wonderful; the circle of life! Thanks for viewing! =o) ***All rights to my images are reserved. Please contact me if you interested in purchasing my images or if you are and educator or non-profit interested in use.***
Here is my group of characters for Ninjago Beyond.
When the bomb that destroyed all technology went off, one man was prepared. His true name was shrouded in mystery, but the locals called him Noodle Joe, as he was thought to be homeless and Randy who runs the supermarket swears he saw him slurping noodles out of a drainpipe once. Little did Randy know, he could now have been more wrong, for Noodle Joe was neither homeless nor slurping noodles out of that drainpipe (in fact, he was actually trying to see if his sneeze would come out the other side if he sneezed in one end). Noodle Joe was, however, Ninjago's local corn flake enthusiast and apocalypse conspiracy theorist. Noodle Joe had stockpiled away enough corn flakes to last him for years.
The old man with the metal hat, Master Betcha, was once the most feared bouncer in the land. Legend tells that he once ejected the a Sykovian Dragon from the Ninjago City brewery at which he was employed. However, on one fateful night, Master Betcha ejected an underage drinker from the premises, only to find out the next day that it was a young Steve Jobs. When Stevie sobered up the next day, Master Betcha paid dearly for this grave error. Steve used his influence to change Ninjago's law: it was now illegal for anyone OVER the age of 21 to be caught drinking (Steve paid for this decision a few years later. Also this law would become obsolete once the bomb went off.) Master Betcha, an uncontrollable drinker of water, lost his job, and was became a degenerate bum who hung out in alleyways and did unspeakable acts just to get a quick shot of water. He's been to jail like a ton and let me tell you, he's seen things that would make you paint your knickers yellow.
However, this is where Master Betcha's grandson, Hugh, comes in (the one with the flaming red hair). Master Betcha found himself in a familiar situation. Slumping against a dumpster in the worst neighborhood in Ninjago, he raised a Dasani water bottle to his lips, thinking "how did I end up here again?" His whole body shuddered as it trickled down his throat. He knew that he would just end up thirsty again later. This was no permanent fix. But he just couldn't help himself. He had tried everything. Rehab, photosynthesis, alcohol, but none of it matched the cool, refreshing feeling he got when he gulped down that blissful H2O. Suddenly, that mailman guy from the TV show came up to him.
"You Betcha?" he asked.
"You betcha." Master Betcha replied.
The mailman handed him a letter and walked off, not eager to be seen with such a unfashionable person. Master Betcha opened the letter and read it. Apparently, his grandson had anonymously cyberbullied his parents out of the house, and child services was asking Master Betcha to watch over the boy. Master Betcha got up, hopeful. If he could do right by this boy, then maybe, just maybe, he could do right by himself. Maybe this boy who happened to also be the world's greatest cyberbully, was his chance to redemption.
Master Betcha adopted Hugh. Hugh was able to cyberbully Steve Jobs into sending funds to an mysterious bank account belonging to a Mr U. Nderagedrinker. With the money, the Betchas had been able to buy a house on the outskirts of Ninjago City, next to a shack belonging to a crazy old man named Noodle Joe. Master Betcha began to train Hugh in the ancient art of the bouncer, called "Bounce-Ing" (pronounced like "Bounce_EEEEEEENGGG").
However, Master Betcha had foolishly trusted his grandson and invested all his money in Bitcoin. When the bomb went off, Master Betcha was left completely bankrupt and unable to feed either himself or Hugh. Noodle Joe, however, offered corn flakes in exchange for one thing: help in vanquishing his enemies. You see, Noodle Joe despised the people of Ninjago for naming him Noodle Joe. As a child, Noodle Joe's village was invaded by a man named George Eo, heir to the Eo noodle dynasty. Noodle Joe was forced to watch as George Eo personally choked out each of his family members with a piece of lo mein. Ever since, Noodle Joe has sought vengeance on George Eo, and wishes death upon all those who call him "Noodle Joe". Since that's everybody, Noodle Joe sees the world as his enemy, so the Betchas really have their work cut out for them. Not to mention, Hugh has kept up his cyberbullying through the mail, and sends Noodle Joe anonymous troll letters making bad jokes about noodles and telling him his quest folly.
What ensues is a heartfelt sitcom about the strenuous relationships forged by an obscene amount of cornflakes, an addiction to water, and the technology-free cyberbullies who lurk in the shadows of society (AKA regular bullies.) Thanks for reading all that and I hope you consider me!!!
And that was that. 7+ years with Coca-Cola and there it goes, in the trash. Then proceeded to restock the fridge with Coke Fanta Sprite and Dasani - most things will never change even if my business card does. Love ya Coke!
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This would be Jason Hughes, author of " One Man's Love Story :A Near-Death experience " and also , Jason is a holistic health counselor and Mieko Hillman is a dancer and actress out of Los Angelos.
Mieko Hillman :
Mieko has made appearances on CBS’s NCIS Los Angeles, ABC’s Modern Family, ABC’s Melissa and Joey, TBS’s My Boys, and CBS’s How I Met Your Mother to name a few. She played the role of “Serena Hill” on “American Heiress” a tele novella for My Network TV shown in prime time. Mieko, a cast member of L’effleur des Sens, has performed for the Spike TV Scream Awards and opening of “Cirque Du Soleil’s Criss Angel Believe”. She has also graced the stage of the American Music Awards with Kanye West and Soul Train Awards. Her notable film credits include the lead role in Flight of the Living Dead and Usher’s In the Mix. Mieko can also be seen in Heineken, Old Navy, Taco Bell, Dasani, Chevy, Dr. Pepper and Foot Locker commercials.
Post-Blackfish, Sea World justifies its continued existence by extolling conservationist principles and pointing to its long history of animal rescue. One of the dolphin trainers, working this line, explained to the guests various things they could do on a small scale to assist such efforts, like picking up trash they see on the beach and disposing of it properly, so sea creatures don't wind up eating it.
I thought about responding that a far more effective plan of action would be for Sea World to install clean water fountains all over the park for the use of its guests, instead of partnering with the Coca-Cola corporation to sell a gazillion plastic bottles of Dasani a day. But I didn't want to ruin the vibe.
In any event: Dragonia pre-purchased green "Unlimited Eats" wristbands for our entire party, which allowed each of us to get a free entree, free side and free drink from any of various marked locations throughout the park, as frequently as once an hour. (Seriously?) And they worked right up until park's close, allowing her and my son to indulge their late-night pop cravings.
Tragically, the machine my son chose to use was malfunctioning, and spit out hot Hi-C.
Doubly tragically (and against my advice), he chose to drink it anyway. Bleah!
. . . Consider the evidence in this video. I shot this video on July 2, 2020 on the pool deck of a beach front hotel in Virginia Beach in which I was staying. The video starts out by focusing on a copy of a recent Executive Order issued by the Governor of Virginia indicating that the pool deck and bar was a "MANDATORY MASK AREA", meaning that facial masks were required to be worn by all, with no exceptions. Several additional copies of this same sign were prominently posted in other areas of the pool deck area. Indeed, copies of this same sign were prominently posted in the hotel's lobby, on doors, in elevators and corridors, and throughout the hotel building and its property.
My wife and I arrived in the pool deck area (which was limited to a maximum of 60 people) wearing our facial masks, however as we took our seats I quickly noted that very few people were wearing facial masks. Indeed, I came to realize that other than my wife and myself, the only people wearing masks were waiters and waitresses and other employees of the hotel. Clearly, all these other people were in violation of the Governor's Executive Order, yet no effort was being made by anyone to enforce the Order. This lack of enforcement was not necessarily the product of a laissez faire attitude on the part of the hotel's pool deck staff. Indeed, the pool staff revealed themselves to be real sticklers about enforcing rules.
Consider that shortly after I took a seat, I was approached by one of the waitresses, who informed me that coolers were not permitted on the pool deck. I had in fact flagrantly ignored several signs advising that coolers were not permitted on the pool deck, but I put on a lame pretense about ignorance of the law. The waitress further apologetically, but firmly, explained that it was the law in Virginia; specifically the Virginia Alcohol & Beverage Commission prohibited coolers on pool decks. Now I'm not familiar with the laws and regulations of the Commonwealth of Virginia, but I seriously doubt that the Virginia Alcohol & Beverage Commission really has a blanket prohibition against all coolers on pool decks. It sounds more like a rule of the hotel, or at best a deliberate misinterpretation of the actual laws of Virginia to benefit the hotel's interests. In any event, I wasn't looking to cause trouble, so I merely pointed out that I didn't have any alcohol in my cooler; just two bottles of Dasani water. The waitress advised me it didn't matter. All coolers were prohibited. At that point, I said, " Okay, I'll take it back up to my room". The waitress then said that wasn't necessary. She said she would take it and keep it behind the bar until I was ready to leave. I said, "Okay", and she took my cooler behind the bar and further offered to provide us with complimentary glasses of water, demonstrating her heart was in the right place.
However, that wasn't the only time that the pool staff whipped out their rule book during our 45 minute stay on the pool deck. My wife waded around in the pool for about 10 minutes and then when she came out, she started re-applying sun screen on her arms and legs. As she was doing this, a member of the pool staff approached her and informed her that she could not re-enter the pool unless she cleaned off the sun screen in the shower. Really? It didn't matter because my wife had no intention of going back into the pool anyway. In any event, the pool staff's zealous enforcement of certain rules and laws contrasted sharply with its total indifference when it came to enforcing the Governor's Executive Order mandating facial masks. Doesn't anybody know or care that we are in the middle of a highly contagious and deadly pandemic?
So, I decided to take a short video of the people on the pool deck and in the pool just to document just how widespread the total non-compliance with the Governor's Executive Order was. I apologize for the video's clarity and the way I jumped around with the camera as I scanned the pool deck and pool, but I can assure you that no one other than my wife and pool staff was wearing a facial mask on the pool deck or in the pool. I mean NO ONE! Now I recognize that wearing a facial mask in the pool is probably unrealistic. Indeed, neither my wife nor myself wore our masks while we were in the pool, although we did try to socially distance ourselves from others in the pool, which frankly wasn't easy to do. Indeed, as the video also documents, there wasn't a lot of social distancing on the pool deck either. I would point out if the pool deck is sufficiently dangerous for the spread of the coronavirus that the hotel requires its staff members to wear facial masks to protect themselves and their guests, how is it that the guests are not subject to the same dangers of the coronavirus as the hotel staff? The guests are breathing the same air as the hotel staff. Logically, it makes no sense at all to not require and enforce a facial mask mandate for everyone on that pool deck and throughout the hotel as well.
I may further add that the pool deck was a largely a microcosm of the hotel itself as well as the Virginia Beach boardwalk and beach. I would estimate that less than 20% of the people in the hotel, on the beach, and on the boardwalk were wearing facial masks. Social distancing was largely non-existent, other than on the beach itself where there was enough room for people to spread themselves out. Now, Virginia isn't one of the states where the rate of coronavirus is currently skyrocketing like it is in places like Florida, Texas and California, but it is trending increasingly in the wrong direction, and things aren't trending well in Virginia Beach either. When one considers that many of the people visiting Virginia Beach are tourists from a variety of states along the east coast as well as inland, it's very disturbing to realize how easily the coronavirus will spread not only throughout Virginia, but elsewhere.
Clearly, one can anticipate that things are going to get much worse in Virginia Beach and Virginia, before they ever get better as far as the coronavirus is concerned. Not many people seem to give a shit about the risks they are assuming for themselves, and most importantly, others!
Today I was surprised to find one of my Sandhill Crane couples at the Expressway park. I usually don't get to see them wading in the water, so it was a delight. I'm honestly not sure if it was Classic and Cherry, or Zero and Dasani. If it was Classic and Cherry, then that means they aren't nesting, which would throw off my assumption that by next weekend, there will be a new chick or two. We'll see, and you'll see, in my stream! Hugs and Thanks for viewing! =o)
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