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Last night I drove Amadeus to Boston so we could meet up with Fixit and get away from Samuel.
Amadeus doesn’t know that the Hulks are part of me yet, but Fixit recommended that I introduce him today because he may be able to help us. From what I understand Mr. Fixit found the other two Hulks. They call themselves She-Hulk and Despair, I haven’t met them but they agreed to help us as well. I walk into the living room and find Amadeus still sleeping on the couch. I walk over and wake him up, because apparently whatever Fixit wants to do can’t wait.
“Hey, Cho wake up.”
“Uhhh…what? If you want me up I need coffee. It’s the only thing that kept me up to make all that stuff your buddy stole.”
“He’s not my buddy. Oh and I just went to get coffee.”
“Seriously?! Sweet!”
Cho jumps up off the couch and grabs the coffee out of my hand almost knocking me over. He then chugs down the whole thing, and throws the cup on the couch behind him.
“Okay I’m ready! What are we doing?”
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Bruce drives Cho downtown, into an alley.
“Umm…why are we in an alley? Oh no! Your crazy like Sam aren’t you! Your gonna kill me!” Amadeus yells.
“I’m not crazy and I’m not going to kill you. We came here so no one can see what we’re doing.”
“So you are going to kill me!”
“No, we’re going into the sewers so I can--“
“Kill me!?”
“Okay, no more coffee for you. Just try and follow me.”
I pull out a crowbar and open up the sewer cover, I then climb down the ladder, followed by Cho. Once we’re at the bottom I pull out a flash light and follow the directions I got until we reach the service room. I pull open the door and inside is a green female Hulk, A big Blue Hulk and Fixit, sitting on a box wearing a white under shirt.
“Amadeus, these are the Hulks, She-Hulk, Despair and Mr. Fixit. They’re on our side.”
“Wait, what do you mean our side? Are you a Hulk to?”
“No, but theses Hulks came from me, there was a gamma explosion and somehow my personality was split into different beings.”
“So these things are what made Sam go crazy? I’m outta here!”
“No, wait, just let me explain. Well actually let Mr. Fixit explain.”
“We need to find the rest of the Hulks and bring them together, they’re all linked to Bruce mentally, but meditation hasn’t done much to find them. We need something that will send us right to the Hulks so they can be stopped.”
Fixit then stands up revealing that he lost his arm.
“We’re being hunted, and it’s not going to happen any longer.”
Cho stands in the doorway, Despair starts to cry and She-Hulk puts her hand on his back.
“Fixit, you lost your arm…”
“Sacrifices will be made, but the other hulks will be found. And remember what I said, call me Mister Fixit.” He says smirking.
I manage smile and bring Cho into the room and show him the supplies the Hulks managed to get. As they show him the scraps they found I step back out into the sewer in shock. They blew off his arm, I can almost see the explosion in my mind, it…it was a grenade, thrown by Ross. I think… I have Post Traumatic stress disorder, from an event I never experienced.
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Meanwhile, at the Boston Hospital…
Captain Ross lays in a hospital bed, he has one broken leg, a broken arm and a broken wrist. Then, all of a sudden Betty Ross storms into the room and runs over to her Father.
“Dad! I came as soon as I heard! What happened to you!?”
“What the hell do you think? I found the radiation freaks, and they almost killed me.”
“Dad I’m trying to help you, don’t be like that.”
“I’ll be however the hell I want, I’ve had enough of those monsters. I have to put an end to them.”
“Well you won’t be able to do anything like this. You just need to rest.”
“Well that’s what I was doing before you came. Look, if you want to help get me a nurse or something. I’m hungry.”
“Not until you calm down.”
“Don’t make me yell Betty, I love you but if you want to help me you just need to get me a nurse and go.”
Betty then turns around and walks out of the room, leaving her Father to plan against the Hulks.
Walking around the neighborhood. Shooting what interests me.
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I am not a Mustang Expert. I misidentified this 1967 Mustang as a 1968. Thank you to Jed Fixit for the correction.
There is an obvious difference in the Grille and the details (scoops?) on the side.
My neighbor has this beautiful 1967 Ford Mustang Fastback. Obviously a show car. He takes it out of his garage on Sunday. Drives it around the neighborhood. And then parks it back in the garage.
Orange Tree Neighborhood
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Sculpt progress on the Derelict Corridor - ALIEN 79 - 1:18 scale. Finished sculpting the detail to the corridor floor with some of the "unseen" detail being based off Giger's concept art from the film. The floor is elevated as seen in the film. Still need to add sculpted detail to the wall, top and sides. Working on casting additional bone structures for the opposite wall. Kane, Dallas and Lambert are sculpted figures all works in progress. I think on it's own, this panels makes a great display piece! More to come! #alien #derelict #hrgiger #corridor #diorama #lv426 #nostromo #dallaskanelambert #EVA #spacesuit #sculpture
You can just see the silos in the rear left and together with the pub, featured earlier these are about the only buildings in this little town. I had never heard of Mechanic's Institute until I saw a Flickr Group which featured them. Saw a few in Victoria - obviously a meeting place for those locals who were Mr. Fixits!
I open my eyes and see a pair of red eyes looking back at me.
It’s Fixit, ever since Fear was killed a couple of weeks ago we’ve been trying to track down the other Hulks using meditation. Mr. Fixit said that if I concentrate enough I might be able to establish some sort of “mental link” to some of the Hulks, the stronger they get the easier they should be to track down.
“Anything Bruce?” Mr. Fixit asks.
“I saw faint colors of blue and a dark green together, and a bright red.” I say.
“That’s all?”
“Yeah, do you remember any Hulks with those colors?”
“I definitely remember a blue Hulk and a green Hulk being together. I don’t seem to remember a red though.” Fixit explains.
“Odd, it seems like the red is getting powerful, we should find him as soon as possible.” Just as I finish my sentence we hear a knock on the door.
“Didn’t you tell Betty to not come by?” Fixit asks.
“I did but we both know that wouldn’t stop her.”
I go to the door, expecting to see Betty, but instead on the other side of the door stands Samuel Sterns, a professor at the university I work at. He walks right past me into my living room, he holds a big black duffel bag, sets it on the floor and takes a seat in the arm chair I was just in.
“Ah! Professor Banner! I’m glad to see you’re in good health.” Samuel says.
“Um yes, I’m fine, how exactly do you know where I live?” I ask.
“I checked the school medical files, as the acting doctor on campus I have full access to them.”
“Great, but why are you here?”
“I saw you had a run in with that odd fear driven creature a couple weeks ago, then I noticed you were at the school around the time the gamma bomb went off. I came to make sure you hadn’t experienced any effects from the radiation.”
“Samuel I’m fine, if I had experienced anything I would have gone to a real doctor.”
I then walk away into the kitchen feeling somewhat angry. I wash my hands and bring out some carrots to chop up for dinner. As I do this I hear Samuel get up out the chair he was sitting in. I then hear him pull something out from his bag, he walks around with it, as if he’s looking for something. I peek my head of the kitchen and I see him walking towards my bedroom with some sort of scanner.
“Hey! What do you think you’re doing!?” I yell.
He stops just as he’s about to enter my bedroom which is where Fixit is hiding and shows me the device he’s holding.
“It’s a radiation scanner, it’s led me to your room.” He says.
“Well get out of there! Out of my house!”
But instead of listening he continues into my room, I run to stop him but then he falls backwards onto the floor.
“What the…” I say as I look to find what hit him.
Then, walking out of my room is Mr. Fixit.
“What did you do?” I ask.
“Punched him out cold, he didn’t see me though. Not the most logical option, but the quickest.”
“What are we gonna do with him?”
Without responding Fixit drags Samuel out to the living room and drops Samuel’s head on top of his bag and turns back to me.
“When he wakes tell him that the moment he entered the house he fainted, anything that happened after wasn’t real, once he’s up on his feet tell him that It’s time for him to go and that it’s late and he has work tomorrow.” Fixit explains.
Fixit then walk to the washroom locking the door behind him, a few minutes’ later Samuel wakes up and I do as Fixit said.
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Description: Restore project. Isolate the gray areas and subdue. Mostly used the dust removal to save time in cleanup. Light repair damage to ear and uniforms. Cloning and healing brushes for the the background. Used Hue/Saturation to simulate a Duotone look.
A pair of Beamish Museum's historic vehicles wait patiently for their turn to have essential repairs done to them.
On the left is their replica London B-Type bus, built on a 1966 Bedford TK chassis (shortened) and originally on a Duple/VAM coach registered DET 720D. It is seen here carrying a version of Newcastle (upon-Tyne) Corporation's 1920's livery.
On the right of it is a 1956 Ford Thames ET6 tipper lorry, registered RYX 170.
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”Okay after countless hours of hard work and countless cups of coffee I think I finally made something that may work!” Amadeus says.
“Great! How does it work?” I ask.
“After studying Bruce’s brainwaves compared to the Hulks I managed to find a way to use Bruce’s brainwaves to track down the Hulks. Just focus on the emotion and the device should show you where the Hulk is.”
“Sounds good, let’s try it out.” Fixit says.
Amadeus reaches behind him and pulls out a big metal helmet and puts it on my head.
“I call it…The Leader!”
“Wow a name that isn’t stupid!”
“Hey, you try making names for inventions!”
“Calm down, I’m kidding! Anyways, let’s try it out.”
I close my eyes and focus on intelligence, I see a green glow in my mind and the device says into my ear Walk two feet forwards.. I then open my eyes and walk forwards two feet to where Fixit is.
“Looks like it works, did you put a GPS in the helmet?”
“Yeah of course! What did you think was gonna tell you where to go?”
“I don’t know, I just didn’t think of a GPS.”
“Well if we got what we need let’s go find us a Hulk.” She-Hulk says.
“Well I have been feeling something strong since I’ve had this helmet on. It’s almost an olive green, it almost feels savage. I don’t know how we haven’t heard anything about it.”
“The remaining Hulks must be smart, if they’ve been able to hide for this long.” Fixit says.
“Well what are we waiting for? Let’s find him!” Despair yells.
“Alright you guys go, there’s an earpiece in the helmet so we can communicate well you guys are looking.” Cho says.
“Okay, let’s go.” I say.
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Mr. Fixit, She-Hulk, Despair and I all walk out from the sewer and into my car, I then close my eyes and think of the savage Hulk, The GPS then speaks into my ear and tells me to go out to the countryside.
We drive for maybe about 20 minutes until we arrive at an old farm with a classic red barn and a yellow two story house. We all get out of the car and look around the barn, no animals or people. We then walk up to the house, but the door is wide open. I walk inside, to my right is an old, but oddly clean kitchen, the lights are on the water is still running into the sink. The kitchen then leads into the living room, the TV is on and there’s a half drunken beer on the coffee table. I signal the others to come in, we all look around and then we here a crash come from the upstairs. Fixit and I run to the stairs and start to walk up them. But then a huge olive green monster comes crashing through the roof, in his massive hand is an old man who looks as though he was literally sucked dry.
“It’s the Savage Hulk! He must have been feeding off the nasty, mean people.” She-Hulk says.
“SMART GIRL. THE CITY FEEDS ME, PEOPLE THERE HAVE BECOME SO…SAVAGE, SO VAIN, ALWAYS ONLY THINKING OF THEMSELVES. THEY’VE MADE GOOD SNACKS, BUT I’M STILL HUNGRY. BANNER IS THE MAIN COURSE.” Savage Hulk says.
“Bruce, run!” Fixit says. As he points towards the back door.
“YOU PROTECT PUNY BANNER? WE MAY HAVE CAME FROM HIM BUT WE DON’T HAVE TO LISTEN TO HIM. MY POOR SISTER AND BROTHERS, HAVE YOU REALLY BECAME PUNY SHEEP LIKE HIM?”
“I’ll show you who’s puny!” She-Hulk says as she runs at the giant Hulk.
She grabs him by the foot and swings him into the kitchen, but it doesn’t seem to hurt him in the least. He just gets back up and runs at her.
“Don’t hurt MY FRIENDS!” Despair cries.
He jumps in and grabs Savage Hulk, smashing him through the wall. She-Hulk then runs in after them, while Fixit forces me outside. Just as we get through the door Despair and She-Hulk are sent flying back, they’re covered in blood.
“NOOOOO!” I yell as I try to run back in.
Fixit grabs my shoulder and pulls me back, and we just watch as the Hulks fight, destroying the house as they go. After a couple minuets I realize that they don’t stand a chance, I try to run to help but Fixit just pulls me back again and I fall into the mud.
“There’s nothing we can do, we have to let them fight so we can escape.”
“How can you be so heartless?! They’re gonna die! And you want to just let it happen!?”
I shove Fixit aside and run towards the Hulks and yell at them to stop. Savage Hulk looks at me and then picks up the other two, throwing them into me. We’re sent flying and we land in the crops. Savage Hulk then jumps in after us and picks me up from the rubble.
“BRUCE BANNER, YOU WERE SO FOOLISH THAT YOU CAME RIGHT TO ME. DID THIS LITTLE METAL CAP TELL YOU I WAS THE STRONGEST THERE IS? I REPRESENT YOUR STRENGTH AND THE MEAN SIDE OF YOU. AND ONCE I ABSORB WHAT’S LEFT OF YOU NO ONE WILL BE ABLE TO STOP THE HULK!”
Just as Savage Hulk is about to absorb me we hear a huge crash, dirt, soil and wood go flying everywhere. The from behind me a booming voice speaks.
”YOU MAY BE STRONG, BUT YOU ARE NOT THE STRONGEST. I AM PURE RAGE AND FURY. AND I WILL BE THE ONE TO HAVE BANNER.”
“It’s the Red Hulk…the Mindless Hulk…” Mr. Fixit says.
Would've preferred a bigfig, but this'll have to do for now!
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¿Por qué esta magnífica tecnología científica, que ahorra trabajo y nos hace la vida mas fácil, nos aporta tan poca felicidad? La repuesta es está, simplemente: porque aún no hemos aprendido a usarla con tino.
Albert Einstein
Build update on the Narcissus Shuttle - ALIEN 79 - 1:18 scale. Worked on the remaining frame work for the wall panels. Finished both yesterday and began adding detailing....which is going to take some time. Using a mix of styrene, Epoxy and various misc items (greeblies) to build out the details. I've decided to begin building back into the shuttles main entrance first before moving into the pilot stations...for the exception of the wall panel with all the piping rolling around. I really want to do that wall! HA! So the storage compartments will be separate sections and the airlock will be a separate section..the only way I can build this will be to keep it modular. #alien #narcissus #shuttle #diorama #stowaway #bigchap #luckystar #scratchbuilding #modelbuilding
Tire went flat, Oil ran out and the car wouldn't start. Fidel The Fixit man to the rescue
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After about 3 hours of driving I arrive in New York City.
After Samuel was paralyzed by Despair and She-Hulk I promised him I would drive him to New York to see Amadeus Cho, who may have the technology to help Samuel. He hasn’t been very social for the ride, only speaking when he needed something, but I don’t blame him, if some blue monster started throwing me around I would be pretty traumatized. I didn’t feel like talking anyways, I was too busy thinking of what was going to happen when Fixit found Despair and She-Hulk. I get out of the car and go into the trunk, where a foldable wheelchair lays, I unfold it and then roll it over to the passenger seat where Samuel is. I help him out and then roll him down the street to where Amadeus’ shop is supposed to be. We eventually arrive at what seems to be an old auto repair shop, but where the sign must have been now hangs a banner that reads “Cho Tech”. Beneath the banner is a metal garage door with an arrow spray painted on it, the arrow points towards the front door, which is open. I roll Samuel inside, and as we enter two bright red lights flash above our heads and a speaker starts to yell “CUSTOMERS! CUSTOMERS! CUSTOMERS!”. There are 4 long tables spread across the room, each one is cluttered with tools and scrap metal and odd inventions. At the very back of the room is a short Asian man who appears to be tinkering with an odd metal box, he slowly looks up at the blaring lights and speaker and turns them off with a snap of his fingers. He then turns his attention to us and gets up to meet us. He looks as if he’s been in his shop for the last couple days, which could be true, his hair is kind of messy and he’s wearing a grey hoodie and black sweatpants.
“Welcome! My name is Amadeus Cho! C.E.O. of Cho Tech! What can I help you gents with?”
“Um yeah, my friend Samuel here was paralyzed and--“ I say before I’m cut off.
“We need you to fix my legs.” Samuel demands.
“Okay, well I actually may be able to help you.”
Amadeus leads us over the second table on the right, he then tosses some papers and boxes aside revealing a metal belt with a bunch of wires hanging down on the left and right, they connect to two circuit boards covered by some sort of clear plastic, and on the ends of them is a metal ring that would seem to fit around the leg.
“So these may be the answer to your problem, I call them “The robo legs”!”
“Really that’s the best you could come up with?” Samuel asks sarcastically.
“Don’t hate, appreciate! Plus it’s a working title.” Amadeus says.
“So you’re willing to give these to us?” I ask.
“Sure, I got a whole closet full of them.”
“No you don’t.” Samuel says.
“Of course I don’t, it was a joke. But I will give them to you, but if anything else happens I can’t be held responsible, because they’re only a prototype.”
“So Samuel will be your test subject?” I ask.
“I wouldn’t call it that, he more of a…well yeah I guess that’s what he is but don’t let that discourage you.”
“It won’t but let’s see if they work, someone help me put them on.”
I help Samuel out of his chair and Amadeus gets the robo legs. We manage to get them on and let Samuel try them out. At first he struggles but the more he walks the less painful it appears to be, and in not long Samuel seems to be able to walk with no trouble.
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Meanwhile in Boston, Fixit searches for Despair and She-Hulk.
Early today Bruce took Samuel Sterns to find help for his legs, and he sent me to find the two Hulks that paralyzed Samuel. I feel I am close to finding them, so I head towards the dock. At first I don’t see anyone but that’s when I hear screaming. I run to the noise and see She-Hulk and Despair sitting on the edge of the boardwalk picking up boats out of the water and throwing them back in. She-Hulk is laughing and Despair definitely doesn’t look as depressed. I walk over to them, trying to make sure no one spots me, they don’t seem to notice me as I approach them so I announce myself.
“My name is Mr. Fixit, I’m a Hulk, like you two.” I say.
They turn to me and stare at me for a couple seconds, and then She-Hulk speaks.
“Oh yeah, I remember you from the school when we were split from Banner.”
“Yes so do I, I saw you two the other day but there were too many people.” I respond.
“So Mr. Fixit you are what part of Bruce’s personality?” Despair asks in a low sad sounding voice.
“I am the intelligence, I was the only Hulk to stay behind and help Bruce. What part of him are you two?”
“I’m his sadness and She-Hulk is his feminine side.”
“His feminine side?” I say with a bit of a snicker.
“I wouldn’t laugh if I were you buddy, I’m known to have a temper towards smart asses. So back to what you were saying, you met Banner?”
“Yes, I’ve been helping him find other Hulks.”
“You’re the one who helped him find fear? You’re gonna get us killed!” Despair says breaking into tears.
“Chill Despair, that wasn’t him, it was the cops, and speaking of the cops we should get outta here.” She-Hulk says.
“Yes, they’ve probably been alerted of your presence by now.”
“For the smart one you’re not very smart, look behind you genius.”
I follow what She-Hulk says and look behind me, at first I don’t see anything but then I see the sirens flashing. Three police cars and one SWAT van come speeding around the corner, when I turn back around to She-Hulk and Despair I see they’re already running, so I run after them. I follow them down the boardwalk, up some stairs and onto the road. They then run in-between a bunch of crates and freight containers stacked on top of each other. I just manage to slip through before the Police can catch us. We all meet behind a green freight container thinking we lost the police.
“I think were safe.” She-Hulk says.
“They’re g-gonna k-k-kill us!” Despair says through is tears.
“Stop crying, you’ll give us away!” I say.
We all stay quiet for a couple seconds but then a cop comes from behind us and yells that he found us. Sweat drips from his forehead, his gun shakes, he looks young, probably a rookie. Despair turns around and runs straight for him, the rookie fires at him but the bullets just bounce off Despair. The rookie is then lifted off the ground and tossed into a nearby warehouse. I then turn around to see five more cops, they rapid fire on us. I jump out of the way but Despair and She-Hulk run right for them, She hulk grabs three at once all slamming them into some crates and the throws them into their own cars. The two remaining ones are slammed together by Despair and then straight into the ground. She-Hulk then signals me to come over. Looks like she forgot about the SWAT truck. Instead of following her I go the opposite way around the container. As I peak my head around the corner I see four officers in SWAT gear come out of the truck, behind them is Captain Ross, the man who murdered Fear. The officers fire at the Hulks but like before, they are not affected. But then one of the officers goes into the truck and comes out with a bazooka. He fires it at the Hulks and they are sent flying back into a couple of crates. Despair begins to scream and cry, but She-Hulk just gets right back up like it was nothing. She picks up some debris from the crates and throws it at the officers, two of them jump out of the way but the rest just keep shooting. She then picks up a large piece of wood from the crate and rams it into one of the officers, stabbing him in the leg. The officer with the bazooka drops his weapon because She-Hulk is too close to fire. Ross yells at the officer and then runs into the truck to get a weapon. The other officers that jumped aside before run at She-Hulk and jump on her back trying to stop her, but she just reaches back, grabs them and tosses them into the harbor. Ross come out of the truck with two grenades in his hands, She-Hulk doesn’t seem to notice him as she’s looking back to where Despair is lying. I yell at here but she doesn’t hear, so I run to stop Ross. He pulls out the pin from one of the grenades and tosses towards the Hulks I manage to knock the grenade away from all of us but it’s still close enough to knock Ross, She-Hulk and I away. I slowly get up but when I look for Ross he’s nowhere to be seen. But then I hear something hit the ground. I look down to see a grenade right beside me. I try to grab it and throw it away, but then Ross pulls out a gun and shoots it right in my hand, causing it to blow up.
My... second humble attempt at fixing shit without payin' for it, lol. (Garmin GPS) The first successful attempt would be the complete disassembly/ reassembly of a PS4, but with no soldering needed. In this video (yet to be posted), I fully deconstruct and reconstruct a PS4, replacing it's noisy fan, with a completely silent fan. And if you don't know that fan is, then ask me.
And now that I've done that, I might as well take the challenge. This is a fun trip down technology lane and I am learning about soldering and circuit boards on the microscopic level and everything else involved with that, which is a massive pain in the ass.
Interesting stuff, and it harkens back to my days working in one of the most toxic jobs I've ever had... customer service representative at Public Sound in Wayland Square, Providence, RI. Despite this being a fully authorized service center for electronics repair for every product you can whip up, it was a very sinking ship, and eventually everyone had to leave. Crazy, crazy times.
Within what seems like the blink of an eye, I am dropped out of Savage Hulk’s giant fist as he is sent flying by Mindless Hulk, I fall hard to the ground and The green and red Hulks begin to tear up the farm with they’re blind rage.
After struggling to get up from what I think is a broken rib or two, I walk back to the rubble of the farm house to try to find Despair, She-Hulk and Fixit. Where the kitchen was, Despair lays flat on the ground and She-Hulk is sitting on what’s left of the sink wiping some blood off of her face.
“Sh-she-Hulk! You’re okay!” I yell to her.
“Yeah I’m fine, Blue is just out for the count.”
“Oh, well that’s good to hear. You have to help me find Fixit.”
“But what am I gonna do with Despair here? Those Hulks could kill him!”
“Please you have to help, Fixit’s the only one who may know how to stop these Hulks.”
“Dammit Bruce, look I saw Fixit near the tractor in the wheat field. I’ll be looking out for you.”
“Alright…thanks.” I say struggling with my injuries.
I walk out to the field, both Hulks, mindless red hulk and savage green hulk fight it out outside the barn but Fixit is nowhere to been seen.
“Fixit! Fixit where are you!”
I hear a quiet moaning coming a couple feet away from me, I scan the field and then I see a green hand just peeking out of wheat near the road. I walk over to see Fixit laying on his back, bleeding from multiple locations, and a couple fragments of metal sticking out of his leg.
“B-b-bruuuce…” Fixit says barley getting the words out.
“Fixit…you’re…I have to get you out of here!”
“Br-ruce…accept it…accept my…”
“No! I will save you! We’re all getting out of this alive!” I say, tears streaming down my face.
“Bruce, I will die tonight and it’s too late to change that. I-*cough cough*-I represent your intelligence and I’m smart enough to know…when someone is past saving. And as your intelligence I am telling you to accept my fate.”
“Dammit Fixit I am not going to let you die!”
“Bring me to the b-barn, tell She Hulk to bring Despair. Use that helmet to do what I’ve been trying to do since the day that gamma bomb exploded, and bring the H-hulks together…once and f-f-for all…” Fixit says reaching his hand out to me.
I grab his arm and lift him into my arms, carrying him feels impossible but I do it because maybe he’s right, maybe I have to bring the Hulks together to end this.
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I reach the barn and drop Fixit on some hay right as I get inside, not long after She-Hulk enters with Despair. Despair immediately falls to the ground and looks up to me. Then I realize they’re all waiting, waiting for me to use the helmet and bring the Hulks together. So I place the helmet Bruce called “The Leader” onto my head and over my eyes. I look around to see green, Fixit, a darker green, She-Hulk, and then Blue, Despair.
“Focus Bruce. Channel your emotions and combine the Hulks.” Mr. Fixit says.
“You can do it Bruce.” She-Hulk says softly.
So I close my eyes and go through my emotions. Fear… he was killed by Ross…but I still feel fear inside of me. Fear that Fixit will die. Sadness…Despair. Compassion and Love…She-Hulk…Rage and Hate… Savage Hulk and Mindless Hulk. And finally intelligence…Fixit. I focus on intelligence, Fixit helped me assemble the Hulks, from the moment the gamma bomb went off, to now. I feel Fixit drifting, so I open my eyes look at him, and use all the strength I have to bring him back. Then I look to see Fixit turn into air, a green mist. Then the mist that is Fixit come towards me. Then I hear Fixit in my mind.
You did it Bruce, you saved me now you have to combine the other Hulks before it’s to late.
“Mr. Fixit! It worked! You’re alive!” I say in excitement!
“Why is he talking to himself?” Despair whispers to She-Hulk.
“Alright guys time to bring in the rest of you.” I say “She-Hulk, Despair, Thank you for everything.” I turn to them and say.
I then close my eyes and do exactly what I did with Fixit. First She-Hulk and Despair, then I focus on Savage and Mindless. They’re a bit harder but eventually I bring them in to. I finally feel complete, all my emotions are mine and I can control them all. As I walk out of the barn I expect to see Fixit and She-Hulk walking behind me, but then I realize I’m alone. But then I realize they’re all with me. I take off the metal helmet and drop it to the ground, putting this mess behind me. As I walk back out to the car voices begin to scream into my head, all yelling at me to watch my back and that I’m not alone.
Then all the voices quiet down and Mr. Fixit speaks. Bruce, he’s here.
I then turn around to see a man in a full metal suit bend down to pick up Amadeus’ helmet. He then puts it on to his head slowly, and once it’s in place he looks at me with a wicked smile.
“Samuel? You…What are you doing with the Leader?” I ask.
“The Leader huh? Is that what this thing is called? Well, tell your gamma beasts I am their leader.”
Build update on the Narcissus Shuttle - ALIEN 79 - 1:18 scale. Worked on the remaining frame work for the wall panels. Finished both yesterday and began adding detailing....which is going to take some time. Using a mix of styrene, Epoxy and various misc items (greeblies) to build out the details. I've decided to begin building back into the shuttles main entrance first before moving into the pilot stations...for the exception of the wall panel with all the piping rolling around. I really want to do that wall! HA! So the storage compartments will be separate sections and the airlock will be a separate section..the only way I can build this will be to keep it modular. #alien #narcissus #shuttle #diorama #stowaway #bigchap #luckystar #scratchbuilding #modelbuilding
My fixit quest continued with a quick trip to Angelo's this morning to stretch out and rebuff and reshine and reheel a pile of shoes [please make my Lanvin flats fit please please please] before heading home to purge the attic/basement/playroom/entire house while Heath left for Vegas for his brother's bachelor party [I take turns focusing on the flights, the late nights, the bars and the strip clubs]. This dumpster is no joke. 12 yards! My mom is already convinced it's too small, since the garbage from Adam's room alone filled the entire bottom, but come on - 12 yards worth! We should be fine. Though Bumble Bee Pooh Bear took up a surprising amount of space. Also, it is much easier to purge sentimental items in a wine-induced haze. True story.
Le Sommeil en forêt # 1
Œuvre de Daniel Fiman (France, 1966)
2025
Auvent des Écuries
Domaine de Chaumont-sur-Loire
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La série Éléphant, l'une des œuvres les plus emblématiques de Daniel Firman, propose une interprétation spécifique de l'espace, non pas comme réalité physique, mais comme support d'une vision..... La perception de l'espace est modifiée par ce que Firman a appelé une "perturbation gravitationnelle", un phénomène qui bouleverse les notions de haut et de bas, d'horizontale et de verticale. La sculpture performative de Daniel Firman suspend un instant et marque une pause dans le geste. Propulsion et fixité expliquent la position excentrique de l'animal... Extrait du site de l'artiste
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Mr. Fixit and I run down the stairs of my apartment and down to the street.
People are rolling on the ground screaming, others are running chaotically through the streets. In the center of it all is a short, lime green skined man, he has red eyes similar to Mr. Fixit. He is wearing a black t-shirt, clearly much to big for him and what seem to be khakis. I approach the Hulk, people screaming and crying all around him, the closer I get the more pain he seems to feel. I'm now within an arms reach of him, I try to grab him but before I can he screams in pain and I'm thrown backwards, he collapses to the ground in tears.
"Bruce! Are you all right?" Mr. Fixit says as he helps me up.
"Y-yeah, I'm o-o-ohhh..." I mumble as I struggle for my voice.
My eyes begin to tear up, I then look up at Mr. Fixit and scream in terror. I struggle to crawl away, I don't understand whats happening,why do I feel this way? Why am I scared? I'm scared of being scared, I'm afraid of what I don't understand.
"It's fear Bruce! This Hulk represents fear! You have to fight him, remember he's part of you! So calm yourself down!" Mr. Fixit yells to me.
I try to calm down but wave after wave after wave of terror hits my mind, I can't not be afraid. I try to hold it in but I can't, then I realize that sometimes fear must be embraced. Ever since I found out about the Hulks I was scared, but I tried to hold it in, that's why fear was so powerful, why he was able to do this.
"They feed off of my emotions Fixit! That's how he became so powerful so fast." I say as I get up.
When I look up Fixit isn't there, he's running. I then look over to see Fear get shot in the head. Police storm the street and grab the civilians. Behind Fear's body stands a man with white hair, it's the police chief, it's Betty's Dad, Thaddeus Ross. I stand staring at Fear's body, all the fear I had seems to leave my body and then Chief Ross yells at me.
"Bruce Banner! What in Loeb's name are you doing here?"
"I was...uh...my apartment is just over there."
"I see, I assume you heard about the explosion at that school you work at?" He says as he walks over to me.
"Umm...No I didn't actually." I lie.
"It was a gamma explosion, and it was not far from your classroom, and we tracked this bugger with the schools security cameras."
"Okay, but why are you telling me this?"
"Your acting strange Bruce, you sure you didn't hear about this?"
"Look I gotta go, tell Betty I say hi." I say as I walk away.
"This is Chief Ross, open up project Thunderbolt..." Chief Ross says into him radio.
Took some images using my 35mm camera instead of my smart phone (similar to the image I shared last night). Hope you enjoy!!#alien #spacejockey #sculpture #hrgiger #derelict #nostromo #diorama #art #sithfire30
The letter "A" mysteriously appears in the clouds. Lots of interesting words begin with this letter. Which one d'ya suppose the clouds had in mind?
POEM STORAGE LOCKER
HOMELAND INSECURITY
Remember the Weapons of Mass
Destruction? The ones they never
Found? There are those who’ll tell
You they still exist somewhere, but
It’s a secret. With all the technology
And good old American know-how
They still can’t tell us what became
Of those WMDs, their excuse for
Spilling all that blood. When they
Shrieked 'the sky is falling, let us
Save you', the whole country bent
Over and said 'as you wish'. Now,
As then,they don’t even need an
Excuse, never mind a court order –
To spy on you because they think
You’re interesting. Better not be
Too interesting. Better be a bland,
Dull, boring little drone, otherwise
If it’s a slow day they’ll aim all that
Technology at you just to find out,
In the name of public safety, who
An interesting person gets to sleep
With, and whether you’re concealing
A WMD between your sheets.
SHEEPDOG
When I come up with something
That seems halfway intelligent,
I try and put it into some form
I can share with you, because
Most of my day I’m just as
Speechless as everyone else.
I look at things and just go,
What the f—k. I feel like a
Sheepdog trying to keep my
Charges from falling prey to
The freedom that comes so
Naturally to them, and which
Wolves depend on. And who
Do they get mad at? The wolf?
No, me. Need I explain further
Why I’m mostly speechless?
BOOKS
What a sentimental dinosaur I
Must sound like, seriously sad
That the era of books seems to
Be ending. Global warming will
Mean fewer trees for paper, and
A cheap alternative to printing –
Texts right to your computer -
Already exists, so it’s really a
No-brainer. What paper that
Remains will be needed for
Toilet tissue, until computers
Can wipe our asses too.
SANTA
Consumerism and spirituality dance a
Mutually suspicious tango together
In December. Alas, my letter to Santa
Would reveal I’m just as materialistic
As anyone else. But if you were Santa,
I’d ask that you slide the benefit of a
Doubt down my chimney. And were
I to find even the smallest present of
Your trust under my tree, that would
Move me far more than any glittering
Bling from the mall. I’d put forgiveness
On my wish list, along with healing,
Acceptance and grace. If we could
Share the gift of understanding, then
I think we’d be getting closer to what
Christmas is all about.
JIMCARE
I know I should have asked you
First, but you're my doctor - that's
All there is to it. You've got the
Cure if you ever want to use it.
SKIN
My skin may be thick but it’s full
Of nerve endings. Honestly, my
Thoughts can’t all come from my
Well-ordered, logical brain, which
Actually prefers the comfortable,
Logical, practical, and reasonable.
Nope, my edgy thoughts must
Come from my skin when it rubs
Against poison plants or gets
Surly over weather variations or
Bristles at certain personalities.
My normal conversation wouldn’t
Resemble some of my more out
There observations, unless you
Were to listen to my skin.
CONFUSED WITH FOOD
Don’t you just wish sometimes
People were like food, existing
Just to please, just for your
Benefit, just for you well-being?
Don’t you love how food says,
Do anything you want with me.
Eat me hot, freeze me for later,
Spice me to your taste, bathe
Me in seasoning till I make
Your mouth water. Yum, yum,
Honey I’m home for dinner.
I believe I’ve illuminated the
Obesity epidemic spreading
Across America insidiously as
Communism in the ‘50s, but
Were I your food, I’d sincerely
Want to be a balanced meal,
Lots of what you like but also
Lots of what’s good for you.
WITCHY
If magic wands weren’t standard
Issue just for wicked witches, I’d
Wave one and say presto, abra
Cadabra, it’s all sorted out and
Everyone’s happy. All loose ends
Reconnected, all pressing questions
Answered or rendered irrelevant,
All with Heaven’s smiling approval
Because it’s done right. That’s what
I’d do if I had a magic wand. While
We’re at it, a broomstick in lieu of
Plane tickets would be great too.
MAGIC
You can’t rely on magic, but that
Doesn’t mean it’s not there. It’s
Fickle, it hides, it’s unreliable, it
Would make a lousy employee.
Even Wizards get wounded when
Their spells backfire. Magic won’t
Make you a superhero. Magic is
Best approached with a certain
Humility, maybe a willingness to
Nurture without a constant eye
Towards a desired harvest. Keep
A pleasant garden for magic. It
Holds dear safe places it can rest
Without demands put upon it.
Magic wants to help, but knows
Too much help can be more like
Harm. Still, who knows, when it
Wakes it could always sprinkle
Your day with unexpected grace.
KITCHEN
This house feels like a home
Because of the ones who
Were here with me over the
Years, many long passed on,
But the kitchen feels like
They’re still here. This is
Where they took care of
Life’s most basic business –
Food, drink, doing dishes,
And I still live by what I
Learned from them. Do we
Really have any choice about
Ideas of right or wrong
Drummed into our heads?
Is it anyone’s fault the ones
Doing the drumming had no
Way of knowing the world
Beyond their kitchen?
SEE
How do you really see someone?
Can you put on sunglasses to cut
Their glare without perceiving
Them as darker than they really
Are? Does what you see through
Rose colored glasses really have
A rose fragrance to go with it?
Can you put someone under a
Microscope in the name of science,
Analyze their germs in the hope of
Curing their sickness without
Catching it yourself? Different
Ways of seeing give you different
Images, but the word image is
Always close to the word imagine.
The truest way to see someone
Is the way they see themselves,
But how would I know what that
Is when I can only look from afar?
LITERALLY
When they say don’t love the world,
They really ought to qualify that as,
Don’t love the world of man. As for
Our planet, it needs all the love we
Can spare. The world of man is an
Abstraction, indicating our species
Considers itself separate from its
Own origins. Just because man
Invented language, our definitions
And dogmas don’t make us more
Than a luckier class of monkeys.
Like monkeys that discovered how
Bones made excellent weapons
And proceeded to hit each other
Over the head just because they
Could, our so-called discoveries
Have just as often been our own
Undoing as our salvation. Relative
To our species’ long tenure at this
Address, we only recently
“Discovered” that we live on a
Rock floating through space. Left
To our devices, we ruin our planet
As casually as an infant soils its
Diapers. Don’t love the world?
Hey, the world gave you a tongue
To say those words with. And this
Is what you give back?
LAUNDRY
Carelessly piled in rude proximity
To each other’s soils and smells,
Pelted with goo or white flake,
(Usually by a white flake), then
Drowned in darkness as the
Heartless machine’s waters turn
Hostile. It’s receding leaves us a
Crumpled, damp distortion of our
Once beautiful selves. And as a
Final indignity, we’re spun about
Violently for what seems like an
Eternity till we collapse in a
Bewildered heap. Is this what you
Have to go through to get clean?
Beware, housewives of America –
What goes around comes around.
Precious, I’m on to you by now –
You throw me in that torturous,
Spinning thing, but I know you’ll
Just make me dirty all over again.
ACKNOWLEDGE
How do you acknowledge all
That you know, all that you’ve
Felt, and all that you’ve thought
Without making it seem all of
That's more important than
Everything you’ve yet to know,
Yet to feel and yet to think?
Only by choice. Sometimes
Even the wise pretend that
Yesterday never happened,
While only the most foolish
Pretend tomorrow never will.
SCALE
Hope in change for the better,
Fear of change for the worse –
The scale starts out balanced
Equally, then we start moving
Around, acting, reacting, beliefs
And feelings and feelings start
Shifting from one side of the
Scale to the other. I wish I could
Weigh in just on the good side,
But I’m only part of the balance
And sometimes my choices
Put me on a different side than
I’d intended. I need someone
To jump on the good side with
Me. We could tip the scale, I
Know we could.
PISCES
There’s a built in flaw with words –
It’s nice to catch thoughts, but
Thoughts are life fish, they don’t
Have life unless they flow. Don’t
Take anything I share with you as
The last word. Thoughts need to
Be fluid, not frozen, not stuffed
Like trophies, not canned, labeled
And sold at competitive prices to
Stimulate the economy, not made
Into sandwiches nor marketed as
Fast food hamburger alternatives.
Think living fish, moving. Truth is,
Like the moods of the sea, one
Thought flows into another, then
Into another, ad infinitum, which
Is why what’s hurting us today
We often end up laughing about
Tomorrow, and vice versa.
BAD STUFF
Nobody wants to hear about the
Bad stuff, but it’s what makes the
Good stuff good by comparison.
How to stay off those subjects
When they’re part of what forms
The story, part of why things are
The way they are today? The bad
Stuff is like a horrible creature that
Emerges from the sewer at night.
The bad stuff will hurt you, and
You know very well it’s there but
Not how to talk about it. Yet it
Holds the key to unlock the
Reservoir of pain, let it empty
So something more joyful can
Fill it instead. The bad stuff is as
Ugly as sin. Have you got the
Guts to look it in the eye?
COOL AS ME
People cool as me never admit to
Needing someone. People cool as
Me are expected to act like if they
Want company there’s a menu of
Willing individuals only too happy
To comply, but mostly they just
Want privacy. People cool as me
Act like they’re married to their
Mission in life, regardless of how
Long ago we got a messy divorce
From it that we’ll forever be
Paying off. People cool as me are
Alone on Valentine’s Day, wishing
They had someone they could be
Themselves with, someone to
Hold in confidence, someone to
Enjoy the world with, someone
By their side to while away those
Lonely hours even the coolest
People can’t avoid.
VOICE
I found a voice, and dammit,
I’m gonna use it. Do I really
Have anything to say? Does
Anyone? Actually, I do have
Something to say, but it’s
Not something you’d say
Outright. It’s there between
The lines. And it’s not just
Having a voice that makes
Speaking worthwhile, it’s
Knowing there’s someone
Listening. You have more
Power than you realize –
You’re really the poem,
I’m just the voice.
SUPERHERO
Superhero, now we need you. Go
Make Russia mind its own business.
Throw their tanks back across the
Ukraine. Make them stop being
Such vodka brains. Superhero,
Scare off their armies, tell them go
Direct traffic in Communist Square,
Not invade other countries. Cause
Russians are weirdos with nothing
To lose and a chip on their shoulder
From way too much vodka and too
Much cold weather and no rock and
Roll and they’re mean to Pussy Riot
And Communism never worked
Anyway - no wonder they’re mad,
But when mad equals stupid, we
Need Superheroes for villains like
Godzilla and Russia under Putin.
WISH I KNEW WHAT TO BELIEVE
Wish I knew what to believe.
Is it just up to me? Would you
Leave such a crucial definition
To the village idiot? If nothing
Else, at least you’ll get an
Unusual perspective, but alas,
Not necessarily one that will
Change things much. Is it the
Acceptance of things as they
Are or the persistence in trying
To make things different that
Defines an idiot? Or is it both?
Someone said no, no, that’s all
Wrong, it’s all about where
You’re coming from. Well, I’ll
Have you know, I aspire to
Come from someplace clean,
Honest, honorable, true, but
All I know for sure is, I come
From my mom. Or so I’m told.
Wish I knew what to believe.
UNSOLVED MYSTERIES
Conspiracy theorists are already
Tweeting it was aliens took that
Plane from the sky. There’s a
New Bermuda Triangle up in the
Skies above Asia. Planes fly in but
Don’t come back out, or maybe
They all will in 500 years, when
The Triangle expunges the lot in
A single eruption, like a giant fart
In the time-space continuum.
Unsolved mysteries suggest too
Many possibilities, that’s why we
Don’t like them. If it wasn’t aliens
It could have been hungry clouds.
Or there’s a giant bird up there
Collecting planes the same way
Some of us collect butterflies. Or
The plane flew into a time warp
To 1000 years in the future, the
Planet of the Apes, where a fuzzy
Faced Sarah McLaughlin is on TV
This very minute singing “In The
Arms Of An Angel” on behalf of
The passengers and flight crew.
BEARS IN WINTER
Winter sends her message in
Such a cold way. We need to
Learn secrets of survival when
All turns to ice for awhile. Only
For awhile – in time even this
Freeze will melt so the water
Can flow again. For now, time
Out, red light, cease fire, halt
Till further notice, hunker down,
Carry on as usual – if you want
To freeze to death. Unlike the
Bears who have the right idea
And sleep through it, I’m awake,
Feeling every cold moment.
DEMANDING BASTARD
I guess I could get better pictures
If I used a fancier camera, but as
I’ll explain to anyone who’ll listen,
In my experience life goes by too
Fast to focus a fancy camera on it.
Fancy cameras are for when you
Have the luxury of subjects who’ll
Hold still for you. I need my quick
And dirty little point-and-shoot for
The kind of subjects I catch. I want
People living, not posing. What a
Demanding bastard I can be. Am I
Enough of a cunt yet that you’d
Consider me some kind of artist?
SHE HAD A TERRIBLE VISION
She had a terrible vision in the
Post office parking lot. She saw
Samoa fifty years from now,
When most Samoans will look
Like me, in denim instead of a
Lava lava, and worse still, part
White. All I did was get out of
My car and I gave this old lady
A terrible vision in the post
Office parking lot. I know I did.
It was written all over her face,
I felt her terror and sorrow,
And now I’m just as scared.
FREUDIAN SLIPPERS
Psychological mechanism, whether
You’re aware of it or not, it’s what
You do on impulse, without thinking,
Almost as if it did itself. Like when
You shut me out, not just once, but
Time and time again. Makes me
Wonder what you’re thinking, why
You believe that’s what I deserve.
When you spoke to me, is that the
Impression I gave? In my company,
Is that how I made you feel, like
Someone you need to shut out, not
Someone you need to open up to?
What you need to know is, I don’t
Have a clue. I take my cues from you,
But sometimes I wonder whether
You even know why you so naturally,
Spontaneously, automatically shut
Me out like you’re a vampire and
I’m sunlight.
ALL YOUR FAULT
Investigate, detective, analyze
The crime scene. Compile a
Profile of the perpetrator, try
Guessing their motive. Using
Wit and intuition, crack their
Puzzle, expose them in the
News, soothe public concerns
The criminals are taking over.
No, criminals are predictable
And secretly long to be caught.
They just crave the stimulation
Of knowing they’ve engaged a
Mind as brilliant as yours to
Figure them out. In fact, were
It not for you, detective, the
Criminals wouldn’t find crime
Even worth it.
PRODUCTS PROMISE
Does roll-on or spray keep you cool,
Calm and collected better when
Someone you care about gets you
Really upset? Can this glue can hold a
Relationship together? Which plastic
Container will best protect my heart
From being jostled and bruised?
Which of these scissors is quickest
For cutting through the bullshit? If
She drinks this cola, will she really
Open her happiness for me? Every
Single item in this store says made
In China. So what would Chinese
Buy if they were trying to connect
With someone special? Whatever
Looks most American? That would
Not quite explain overpopulation,
In China, unless their condoms are
About as reliable as their radios.
ROCK & ROLL
Old folks can’t rock & roll so well
Anymore on the dance floor, but
In their hearts the music never
Stops. When I say you rock me,
I mean you move me. I don’t
Know why, you just do, for or
Against my will, either way, and
I’d rather celebrate it than hate it.
We needn't drag each other through
Hell. Rock & roll has a dark side,
As does most things first intended
For a more Heavenly purpose. It’s
Just the way we feel each other’s
Rhythms, and when you and I find
Our groove, it’s like the angels
Are rocking out.
CIRCLE
In the days when Samoa was further
From the center of western society
Than most could even contemplate,
White men who saw it would jump
Ship and hide in her mountains. They
Thought they’d found Paradise, and
By comparison America or Europe
Was a hell they had no wish to ever
See again. Nowadays we don’t worry
Much about sailors jumping off ship,
More about locals trying to jump on.
Western society has always had some
Trying to escape from it, so now we’ve
Come full circle and some from here
Are trying to escape island society.
I guess your perception of Paradise
Depends a great deal on what you
Can compare it to. I wonder whether
Those longing to escape island society
For its first world counterpart could
Ever see Samoa the way it looked to
Those first eyes that knew enough to
Make that comparison so long ago.
FROM BABIES
Babies know joy instinctively, even
In the midst of the worst troubles
Going on around them. When adults
Aren’t causing pain under a misguided
Notion it will keep pain from being
Inflicted on them, they’re desperately
Trying to dull whatever pain still
Penetrates their armor, even though
Not feeling is just the same misery
In different makeup. With all the open
Pain warfare around us, it’s not as if
We’re unaware that others hurt too,
It’s more like we don’t care. Pain is
The currency of exchange between
Our bodies, minds and spirits. Spirit
Pain is the deepest hurt a person can
Feel, and many don’t realize how deep
Into darkness their spirit has sunk until
Something or someone unlocks the
Chains and their spirit can fly again.
Some say we take our sensitivity too
Seriously, but when we stop giving in
To the agitation of disquieting ideas,
These same sensitivities can make us
Sensitive to joy. This might take some
Re-learning, some remembering but
Luckily you can learn a lot from babies.
RECIPE
I speak to you in my mind and maybe
Occasionally say the right thing. We
Are more than just our ideas, way
More, but ideas shine a light on
What’s going on inside our walking
Balloons of flesh, blood and bones.
I put things together for you, like
A recipe, hoping my creation is to
Your taste. There’s a taste in my
Dreams, engages all the senses,
And I wake knowing there’s only
One real point in coming back from
Slumber at all. Whatever powers
I have of thought, speech or action,
I wish only that they be right for
Bringing you the recipe that comes
To me from somewhere inside.
NO WAY TO TREAT A GUEST
Goes by like a shadow outside the door.
Shiver. Ghosts don’t show up during the
Day – must mean this one couldn’t wait.
Is something urgently needed before it’s
Too late? Ok, I’m waiting, but I haven’t
Got all day. What is it you want me to
Realize? Is there something you hope
That I’ll recognize? I’m wide open to
Suggestions, but can you do more than
Just skirt the shadows of my awareness?
Uh oh, I think I’ve just insulted the ghost –
Spoke before thinking - you’re supposed
To be mysterious and it’s very special,
Very sacred, even very blessed in a way
That an entity from the other side would
Feels strongly enough about something
Here on this one to intervene. So here I
Sit, calm, clear, open. Seconds tick,
Nothing happens. Apprehension grows
I’ve insulted the ghost. I like to believe
I don’t intuit spirits when there really
Are none, but now there really isn’t.
No mysterious tingle, no strange noises,
No unusual signs. Not even a hint of what
It meant or what it wanted. It could be a
Misunderstanding, true, but there’s no
Mistaking the emptiness of feeling sure
Something came to me but wouldn’t stay.
MOON IN ARIES
My sun sign is Cancer, but my moon
Sign is Aries, which coincidentally the
Sun just went into. Man, my planets
Get kind of mixed up sometimes. I
Googled “moon in Aries” and was
Kind of horrified to find that what
It described wasn’t the person that
I am, but rather the person I try not
To be – impatient, inconsiderate,
Innocently self-centered, as in, why
Of course I’m the center of the
Universe. I’m Jim and your’re not!
No, no, I’ve consciously cultivated
Being kind when I can and even when
My first impulse is to kill dead. I take
Things very personally. Treat me like
Someone you want nothing to do with
And I will have a very, very hard time
Ever opening up to you. Treat me like
Your friendship is genuine, comes as
Naturally as breathing, and I’ll never
See you any other way. If I scare you,
Congratulations, your wits serve you
Well, but even celestial egomaniacs
Are capable of evolving. Honest.
MOTHER HEN
It’s really funny you feel threatened.
Hey Einstein, if I was capable of doing
Something crazy I already would have.
But my craziness takes the form of
Expression, and if anything I’m more
Of a threat to myself than anyone
Else, just like Van Gough caught a
Form of craziness that caused him to
Cut off his own ear and offer it to a
Prostitute, not as payment but as
Some kind of token. True story. Pure
Madness, but look at the paintings
That came out of him. As for me, I
Can say with about 95% confidence
My ear is safe. At heart I’m more of
A mother hen, taking care of other
People hella more than anyone takes
Care of me, but that’s my token, I
Just try and look after things. You’re
Not threatened, you just bring out
The part of me that wants to express.
PEACH
Aries is the time when impatience
Comes naturally – when it feels like
Whatever is supposed to happen
Should have happened already.
There may be a time and place for
Such a sentiment – it keeps things
From getting stagnant, shakes up
Our routines, reminds us that life
Needs to move, needs to feel new.
Once man feels the power of his
Actions to effect things, he thinks
Action is the answer to everything,
And inaction is worthy of contempt.
But what happens when you want a
Ripe peach right now, and the tree
Says sorry, it’s not ready yet? In a
Fit of impatience and contempt,
Should you take an axe and show
The tree who’s boss?
COLD ON A SUNNY DAY
Anxiety causes tension that affects
The body, weakens the immune
System. Anxiety can be like birds
Making noise, birds that feed on
Feelings, constantly announcing
Their presence, attracting even
More birds, making more noise.
Birds only know one song, but they
Give the performance their all. I’ve
Heard the same song interpreted
Many times, and you have to give
Them credit for staying faithful to
The original. It never changes, it’s
Constant as the color of the sky.
No one complains about the color
Of the sky, they just learn to see
It as beautiful. My immune system
Isn’t applauding the constancy,
But birds aren’t about to change
Their tune just because of me.
WHY IS THE DEVIL?
Why is the devil so attracted to this
Family? He must like our banter, the
Pomposity of our place in society
Echoed in our accents of faraway lands.
Why does Lucifer join us at our table
Every time the whole family’s in the
Same room? He must delight in seeing
Supposedly civilized community icons
Turn into savages after a few drinks,
Cutting and bashing each other with
Words instead of clubs, the nervy ones
Jockeying to establish dominance like
Apes forming a mating hierarchy. Why
Is God’s fallen angel always co-counsel
To our lawyers whenever our family
Mess inevitably winds up in court? The
Devil specializes in turning imported
Laws against the importers, reminding
Us that the higher the privilege, the
More prolonged the payment.
QUIET MONARCHY
America’s mainstream spirit lives
Under house arrest in the gated
Community where the quiet
Monarchy bide their time. Now
That they’ve captured the voice
Of the silent majority, have you
Noticed it’s endless variations on
The same commercial? The ads
Promoting our country as global
Cash register, moral arbitrator,
Cultural enforcer? America’s
Mainstream spirit sleeps in its
Comfortable prison, its dreams
Often tormented by the older
Ghost of American humanity and
Idealism. America’s mainstream
Spirit doesn’t mean to demonize
The excluded, but in celebrating
The included, well, that contrast
Just has to stand out somehow.
Like a golden vision of perpetual
Prosperity, at least for some, the
Rockets’ red glare shines forever
In the lights of Las Vegas, where
For every spent Elvis waiting to
Die one morning on the toilet, for
Every spent engine of industry like
Detroit waiting for the scrap heap,
There is one more diamond in the
Crown of America’s quiet monarchy.
QUIET ANARCHY
We all make our own choices, and
Mine have grown mellower with age
But once in awhile there’s still this
Quiet anarchy I feel, where I want
To just burn down everything and
Everyone who’s ever caused me to
Hurt, caused me to believe you’ve
Been dealing me cards all along
From a dirty deck, cause me to
Realize I’ll never succeed in any
Way unless I play a bullshit game
That feeds someone else’s control
And profit. See the old anarchist
Walking his dog with plastic gloves
And a paper bag. I have to clean up
My mess or else face a fine, while
You go scott free every time you
Take your glorious dump on me
And everyone else.
PUNISHMENT
Such a painful situation
You wish you could punish
Somebody for it. Wish you
Could cast the first stone,
Wish you could bear damning
Witness, wish you could join
The witch hunt, but you won’t.
Punishment might provide a
Pleasurable revenge, but don’t
Forget, in love it’s better to
Give than to receive. Can you
Say the same of punishment?
CONSISTENCY
I’m always wrong, but at least
The reason keeps changing.
One day I’m wrong cause of
This, next day I’m wrong cause
Of that, in a week I’ll be wrong
Cause of something else. I’m
The barometer or baseline by
Which you gauge what’s wrong.
If I’m always going to be wrong,
What can I do? Be wrong in
Creative ways, be wrong in
Original ways, be wrong in
Inspired ways, be wrong in
Ways that are at least true
To myself, be wrong in ways
An impartial observer might
Conclude are only wrong
Depending on one’s point of
View, which I’m sure you’ll
Immediately shift accordingly.
OIL AND VINEGAR
It isn’t someone whose faith
Blinds them that we need, it’s
Someone whose faith opens
Their eyes. And perfection
Isn’t what we should seek in
Another, but rather someone
Whose imperfections mix with
Our own like oil and vinegar
Rather than gasoline and fire.
Oil and vinegar are not terribly
Romantic, I know, but see how
Together they elevate the
Salad from bland to sublime.
GOING COWBOY
I don’t feel so at home on the
Range, where the deer and the
Antelope make territorial noises,
While my own thoughts about
Unclear boundaries compromise
The night’s quiet. Like a Hamlet
On horseback, the uncertainty of
A stalemate situation eats away
At my peace of mind. Any kind
Of move would be going cowboy,
Riding in with pistols blazing.
Might save the day, might just
Leave a big mess. Feels like a
Rescue is called for, though no
One is yelling help. It’s fine to
Go cowboy, follow no rules but
Your own, if you want to break
Free, but if you want to return,
You ride alone, trying to recall
The trail home on a dark night.
SPEECH DEFECT
Just a way to get a word in, talking
Without voices, without eye contact,
Just words symbolizing meaning,
Representing feelings, self-centered
By necessity because propaganda is
Always a distorted exchange, forever
Open to interpretation. Hardly the
Optimum way to communicate, but
The alternative is total silence, history
Interpreted in opposite ways, with no
Basis for agreement or understanding,
No common meaning because you
Can’t treat meaningfully someone
You don’t acknowledge even exists
Anymore. How strange to feel like a
Ghost in someone else’s world when
You’re not even dead yet.
COUNTRIES
American Samoa was born in 1900.
The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics
Was born in 1922. American Samoa,
Which is not quite America and not
Quite Samoa, is still trying to figure
Out what it is. The USSR, which was
A Union only by force, rape by any
Other name, Soviet and Socialist only
For as long as it was convenient, until
Its Republics grew strong enough to
Assert they wanted to be countries
Themselves, is also still trying to figure
Out what it is. I was born in the late
1950s, and I’m still trying to figure out
Who I am. You were born in the late
1980s, so if you haven’t figured out
Anything yet, that’s understandable
Given historical precedent.
COSTUMES
Costumes and uniforms, I’ll dress
The way I need to. One day one,
Another the next, any kind of
Outfit to please you. What we
Wear will make some kind of
Statement. It’s better, I guess,
Than walking ‘round naked. Put
On, put on, take off too. Same
Old me but the costume is new.
MR. FIXIT
Poor Mr. Fixit has forgotten about
All the things he can fix perfectly
To obsess on one thing he can’t
Quite figure out how to repair. Yes,
He says, I’m well aware there are
Things only God can fix, but if He’s
Not working through me then it
Must be due to some fault on my
Part. To find the solution within, I’ll
Purify myself. Friends say, Mr. Fixit,
If you were any more pure you’d be
Invisible. Friends say it’s turned
Into a battle of wills, of pride, of
Honor, of ego between Mr. Fixit
And the one thing he can’t fix. He
Knows they’ll never understand
How desperately motivation needs
A victory or else accomplishment
May as well be an accident. Besides,
He wonders, how can they say I’m
Overdoing it if I can’t get it done?
SWEETIE
Sweetie, I think your poetry
Is beautiful, just like you are.
You move me, always have.
Sweetie, I think you’re scared
Of me, and I can’t say I blame
You, but come on - compared
To Jesus, we all kind of suck.
THE DREADFUL PINK EYE
If you don’t want to catch the dreadful Pink Eye
Don’t look at someone like you wish they would die
Because if they suss that that’s what you think
They’ll punch both your eyes until they turn pink
Don’t antagonize with the things that you say
Or you’ll wear sunglasses all night and all day
Don’t provoke somebody to charge like a rhino
Or friends will all ask if you’re turning albino
MIDDLE AGED PRAYER
Age brings the same old problems,
Just with a more thoughtful response.
Still the same old choices soon as you
Wake. Always wishing things could be
Better for everyone, things could be
Fairer, things could be kinder, but the
World’s the way it is like a cookie
Crumbles the way it does, sort of by
Design but mostly at random. Lord,
Deliver us from randomness, except
When it brings something wonderful.
QUESTIONABLE CONDUCT
Opinions on what exactly constitutes
Questionable conduct will usually
Vary depending on who you ask and
Whatever/however their relation is
To the one whose conduct is called
Into question. If we all understood
Each other perfectly, no conduct
Would be questionable because
Whatever question there is would
Already be answered. Therefore,
To question another’s conduct is
Really to say you don’t understand.
As to the question of whether or
Not understanding is any business
Of yours… That actually explains a
Lot of suffering and violence. It
Could just as easily be, how dare
You not care, as how dare you
Interfere. It can be harder to act
Than to understand, but I still say
You’re worse off when it’s harder
To understand than to act.
Fixit and I went back to my apartment.
It was hard sneeking around a man with green skin and red eyes but we managed to get him into my apartment building. It was about 5:00 and the sun was starting to set, Fixit walked in, turned on the lights and grabed a beer from the fridge. It was as if he knew the place inside out, but then I remembered he was technically me, one of the many versions I just became aware of.
"So what do we do now Fixit?" I ask.
"One, Please call me Mr. Fixit, and two we watch." He says.
"Okay, what are we watching for?" I ask him.
"We watch for any news of the other Hulks, and for any odd behavior from you." He answers.
"Odd behavior? Why?"
"All the Hulks are linked to you, so when a Hulk absorbs more of the emotion they represent they grow in power, some of that emotion or feeling will come through you."
"Oh, so how many Hulks are there?"
"You tell me Bruce, your the one who's connected to them, I just know what I know because I'm a Hulk and I'm the intelligent one. So concentrate, concentrate on the Hulks."
I follow what Mr. Fixit said and I close my eyes so I can focus. I take deep breathes and think about my emotions, about the Hulks and about how much my life changed a few hours ago. I start to see colours, flashing, blue, red, green. But then my silence is broken by a knock at the door. I open my eyes and look to the door, I remember "Betty". Mr. Fixit stands up and puts his finger to his mouth, signaling he'll be quiet. He then walks quietly into the kitchen, I then walk to the door and open it. On the other side is a girl, she wears a red sweater and tan pants, she is smiling at me, her name is Betty Ross. I invite her in the door and we hug.
"Hey Bruce." She says to me.
I start to get nervous, Betty and I have been friends since high school, I'm usually never nervous around her. I back away slowly, I feel scared. I run into the kitchen but Mr. Fixit isn't there, I turn around and Betty is now in the kitchen.
"What the hell are you doing Bruce?" She asks.
I look at her again, no longer feeling nervous and I speak.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me." I say.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I just had a really weird day, I think I need to rest."
"But I thought we were going for dinner, you said you wanted to tell me something."
"Right, right. Do you think we could reschedule? I think I'm coming down with a cold." I lie.
"Well if your feeling sick a hot meal is what you need."
"I'm sorry Betty, maybe another day?"
"Okay, Bruce, I'll see you later then." She says as she leaves.
Mr. Fixit then comes into the room after the door closes.
"What happened?" Mr. Fixit says.
"I have no idea, I just felt scared." I say.
"Sacred? I don't remember a Hulk like that."
"I'll turn on the news and see if there's anything."
I flip through the channels as Mr. Fixit paces the room, I don't see anything big, only that a robery of Potts Tech in New York was stopped by some masked vigilante.
"Well I couldn't find anything." I say.
Mr. Fixit then looks outside and speaks.
"Well I did."
I run to he window, and see that everyone is running around in chaos on the streets, in the center is a lime green man, just taking everything in.
"Looks like we found our first Hulk I say."
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So here's issue 1! Hope you guys enjoyed! Sorry about the crappie pic editing. :P
Build update on the MU/TH/UR 6000 chamber - ALIEN 79 - Nostromo 1:18 scale. Possibly my last bit of updates to the MU/TH/UR build. Waiting on some resin to cast the control panels to the entryway door then this project will be tabled and figure sculpting will commence! Will finish the control chair as well. I'll be needing to create a shell that will encompass the chamber along with the corridor leading to the entrance from the bridge. It will need to allow room for the fiber optics to set in. If it's ever to be put on display, it will be tricky. I'll have to cross that bridge when I come to it. More to come! #alien #nostromo #muthur6000 #weylandyutani #buildingbetterworlds #diorama #scratchbuilding
The US Health Care System needs reform, I decided to fix it myself. I ran into problems right away when I couldn't decide what would work best, a phillips or a flat-head screw driver.
People do strange things when they retire. Bought this for a dollar, decided to turn it into an art piece. No, it doesn't work.
Squeeks is a little robot that showed up here and there during Transformers: The Last Knight. He was a character mostly in the first part of the movie. Once things got crazy, he went to the wayside so the big bots could battle it out. I had expected to see more of him in the film, maybe in a roll similar to Fixit from Robots in Disguise.
Well, Squeeks comes in his robot mode with a trailer, an arm, and a giant gun.
The trailer opens up into a repair station not unlike Optimus Prime's trailer. It has a weapons system in the back, a repair arm, and a red tool box for holding parts. In this case, the arm, and his handlebars in vehicle mode.
He can sit on the repair stand in robot mode to get fixed up.
When one of the handlebars is removed, the arm can take it's place and give Squeeks an actual usable hand.
He can change out that arm for a cannon as well. This this is crazy. It also had a handle so someone else could also use the gun.
The trailer can fold up once more and become a backpack, though it does make Squeeks back heavy, so his front wheels are off the ground. The weapon system is deployed in this mode over Squeeks head.
Transforming Squeeks is quite involved. It is pretty amazing the engineering that went into making a fat round guy into a long scooter. But it works, and he looks great. The rust and dirt is brushed on from the factory, and does not look all that good.
The trailer can attach to a flip-up hitch. There are little wheels on the bottom of the trailer so it can roll. The hitch was hard to get connected the first few times, but got a bit easier. The parts hold together very well.
The only thing missing is a place to store the big gun. It is not very "disguise" like if a scooter is driving around with a super cannon on the trailer.
And if the scooter mode needs a bit of fixing up, it can fit well on the trailer as well.
I have been waiting for this guy since I first saw him online. I knew he would be a unique figure with some pretty neat transformations if he was to change his look that much. I had expected him to be slightly bigger. I was thinking he would be a similar size to the motorcycles that have come out in the Generations line. It was going to be my main vehicle for my 6 inch Deadpool.
But alas, it is ever so small. Great for comedy relief, but out-scaled nonetheless. Either way, he is a whole lot of fun to play with. Keep your scanners peeled for this one.
I had a great time strolling 'round Santa Monica today with Fixit inPost. I tried tagging you in buddy, but that's one of the multitude of functions that isn't quite....functioning...around here lately. I'm thinking I should do a photo essay based on LA cliches. What else would that include? That everyone's an actor? That the traffic is terrible everywhere, all the time? That people here are shallower than people elsewhere? What else? Talk to me Flickr!
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