Thanks to RunDSM and Movement 515’s Color Control graffiti workshops presented by Scarce Elementz, the third section of the 750 foot graffiti wall behind Central Campus was finalized this summer. Local graffiti artist As Phate says, " Thanks to every one of our students over the course of the last couple of years that has contributed and made the vision a reality." Co-founder of Movement 515 Emily Lang says, "The mural is a testament to what happens when local artists are given space within the system to nurture youth artists and to the city for acknowledging the need for public spaces for youth to get free. All love and praise to As Phate, LETER, and the youth."

I’d been standing outside of the courtroom in that suit for hours.

 

It was the only suit I’d owned.

 

I was really starting to hate that suit.

 

I wore it for my wedding, a bunch of funerals, too many trials and through my divorce.

 

I promised myself I was gonna burn it after the divorce was finalized.

 

I never wanted to wear that suit again.

 

Ditching it, I thought… it might cleanse me of the residue of this whole sordid series of events.

 

The whole thing made me feel so dirty.

 

Burning that suit would be a personal symbol of me opening a new chapter in my life.

 

Nobody knew who I was out there in the hallway and I was pretty grateful that it spared me from any small talk.

 

There were none of those courtroom artists who make pastel sketches for the news like at the first trial.

 

I remembered how that hit me... when I saw that there were three people sitting in the courtroom to sketch my wife's first trial for the television news...

 

you know you're in a world of shit when they come to 'sketch' your trial.

 

The media was never leaked information about this lawsuit… and against my better judgement I kept it quiet... Blake made that call... which I think was a mistake because it really was the media all along that made things happen… but it was nice not to have to deal with them right now.

 

I wanted to focus on what I had to say on that stand.

 

I wanted to stay sharp and honed like a razor for the combat I knew I was about to find myself engaged in.

 

This was gonna get ‘intellectually twisty.’

 

They were gonna try and destroy me on that stand and I knew it.

 

The Mole must've told me that a thousand times already.

 

My wife’s attorney was starting to see it too.

 

I was standing in the corridor by the big darkly stained and worn wooden doors of the courthouse when I heard the muffled words ‘the defense calls Mr. View Minder.’

 

A split second later my wife’s attorney Blake straight arms both doors open with a really pissed off look on his face.

 

I noticed that he was sweating and I’d never seen that before.

 

He looked nervous too.

 

Blake was a kick ass lawyer… he won the biggest lawsuit against the Chicago Police Department in history… for something like twenty eight million dollars… he specialized in cases of police misconduct and he was a big defender of civil rights.

 

The guy believed in the constitution and I really admired him.

 

He was always usually calm and collected… the guy was the definition of cool… I can’t remember ever have seeing him display any emotion.

 

Seeing him emotional right now... I guess that alarmed me.

 

For some reason I turned around and walked the other way… away from the doors to the courtroom.

 

Blake kinda caught up with me and put his arm around my shoulder…

 

He used his arm to slow down my flight and he stopped me there in the corridor and turned me to face him and the courtroom doors.

 

It seemed from the look on his face that he’d come to accept what he’d rejected for so many months in preparing for this trial.

 

I had told Blake that he wasn’t so much arguing a case in a lawsuit for the damages that my wife sustained in what they said was her false arrest at the Super Store that night… I told him that they were fighting what I did.

 

They were trying to slaughter the ‘whistle-blower.’

 

Blake looked me in the eyes with both of his hands on my shoulders now… the kind of grip that someone lays on you when they want to be sure that you understand what they’re saying… and he took in a deep breath.

 

The kind of breath somebody takes when they’re gonna give you some really bad news.

 

Between the grip and the breath I knew I was fucked.

 

Like when the doctor gives you that look right before he says ‘we’ve done all that we can do.’

 

I knew what he had to say was really gonna be bad and I tried to prepare myself mentally.

 

‘I don’t know what you did to these people’ he said as he spun me towards the doors of the courtroom… ‘but you are walking into your own execution here… you’re about to be crucified man.’

 

God… you never want to hear your attorney say those words to you.

 

It was obvious that he’d conceded the case to loss and he conceded it based on what he figured was gonna happen when I got up on that stand.

 

He knew what was coming.

 

Blake pulled open one of the big heavy doors and sort of began to push me through it…

 

‘Don’t fight’ it he said… ‘and it will be much easier on you’ and he gave me that wink and that look that said ‘let it go… and go peacefully... blade of grass deeply rooted.’

 

Fuck.

 

I felt like I’d just been sentenced to death.

 

Blake made sure that he timed the completion of that statement with his final push of my body into the courtroom so that there was no possibility of me replying.

 

He really pissed me off with that statement and the way that he said it.

 

I was mad… because all along I’d told him that the case was gonna head in this direction… I knew it… I knew these people now… I’d seen their playbook.

 

By the time he realized that I was right it all seemed too late.

 

The case seemed lost.

 

I took the chair in the witness stand one very pissed off man.

 

I wasn’t even afraid anymore.

 

Pure adrenaline was pumping through my veins where blood was circulating only moments ago.

 

Fuck Blake and his ‘don’t fight it shit’ I thought.

 

I wanted this fight.

 

I’d waited for this fight.

 

I waited for this fight for a long time.

 

I was gonna fight it.

 

And I was gonna fight it hard.

 

If the case was lost I was gonna fight even harder because I knew that in the grand scheme of things this was just the opening salvo in what was gonna be the mother of all legal battles.

 

And I was the guy that started it.

 

They didn't care if they hadda give my wife a million bucks...

 

the goal was to destroy me.

 

That's what would help them down the line.

 

I was sorry that Blake seemed to misread the whole thing but the way I figured it… now was my time to show ‘em what I was made of.

 

This was my time to shine.

 

This was my time to throw a few punches instead take ‘em like a punching bag.

 

I leaned forward in that seat and thought ‘bring it on.’

 

Slipping on my 'mental brass knuckles' was what I visualized.

 

I was ready.

 

I was ready to kick some ass.

 

When the defense brought out that letter… the one I’d emailed to the Chief of Police the month after my wife was arrested… as soon as the defense’s attorney asked me to read it to the jury from the stand, Blake objected.

 

He and I, the defense attorney and the judge went back into the judges chambers and discussed the legal merits of the letter I’d written and signed with my name.

 

I never denied sending that letter.

 

In fact, I was kind of proud of it.

 

I sent it to the Chief of Police to let him know not only how I’d felt about the whole case against my wife and what they’d done to my family, but how I knew that I had his ‘nuts in the nutcracker and I wasn’t gonna let go until he did the right thing.’

 

Which was to drop the bullshit charges against my wife and have those officers apologize to my kids.

 

That’s what I’d wanted all along was an apology.

 

Blake always hated when I said that.

 

‘I don’t work for ‘apologies’, I do this for money’ he’d say.

 

I wanted the police to right a wrong and make it up to my kids.

 

It really pissed me off that they were afraid of the cops now.

 

When the judge read the letter in his chambers he took a couple of those ‘oh boy’ gasps.

 

He seemed to be a decent guy.

 

He reminded me of my grandpa and in my head I liked to think that he saw the honor in what I was doing, the decency in the fight that I fought.

 

‘Mistuh Viewminder’ he began… almost inhaling as he spoke the words… ‘in my fifty years on the bench I have nevah… evah seen such a horrible letter written to any public official.’

 

‘This lettah is so bad that I’m afraid that if I allow the jury to even see it that it would only be predjudicial… that means that this lettah is so bad that if the jury were to see it I think it would make your wife lose her case’ the judge remarked with a confounded shake of his head.

 

Then he looked at the attorneys… givin’ them that ‘whaddaya wanna do look.’

 

The defense wanted the letter brought in to show that I’d contacted a witness in the case before the criminal trial against my wife.

 

Several of them in fact.

 

The Mole had ‘accidentally’ forwarded me a copy of one of those funny chain emails that just happened to have the email of just about everybody in the department on it.

 

So I thought I’d send a few of the officers some Christmas wishes if you know what I mean.

 

Some people might be inclined to call that ‘witness tampering’ but I liked to think of it as just ‘venting.’

 

The defense was not shy about trying to say that I was blackmailing the Chief of Police.

 

Maybe I was.

 

If telling a guy that if he doesn’t do ‘the right thing’ that you’re gonna squeeze his balls until they pop is blackmail… then indeed I was guilty.

 

I didn’t tell him what the ‘right thing’ to do was… I mean I knew that’d be crossing a line.

 

‘The right thing’ was up to him to decide… although I was pretty specific about squeezing his nuts in a nutcracker until they popped.

 

I preferred to think that the letter really showed just how dedicated that I was to the pursuit of justice in this case and for my family.

 

I swear his honor wanted to laugh as he pondered my audacity in even writing the letter but he struggled not to and he maintained the decorum of the court even though we were still in his chambers.

 

The judge came up with a pretty good solution.

 

We would black out every line of the letter… all that stuff about me squeezin’ the Chief’s balls until they popped and the like and that we’d leave the part that said ‘Dear Chief Hot Dog… and black out all of the body of the letter except for the part where I wrote ‘have a merry Christmas’ and signed it ‘View Minder.’

 

That way the defense could prove I’d tried to ‘tamper with a witness’ and all that juicy stuff about nutcrackin’ wouldn’t reflect poorly on my wife’s case.

 

Blake seemed relieved at this compromise and the defense attorney seemed pissed.

 

I would have really liked to have had the opportunity to have read that letter to the jury.

 

Even there I’d fantasized about how I would have read it with ‘feeling’ and verve.

 

I would have read it like I was reading the Emancipation Proclamation.

 

Unfortunately that was not to be.

 

We’d been in chambers for about a half hour and when we’d come out the jury looked sleepy and bored as hell.

 

The defense's tactic was sound... bore the jury to death with technicalities, objections and conferences in the judges chambers and they'll really begin to resent even being there.

 

I took my seat on the witness stand, adjusted my tie and tried to think of that 'blade of grass deeply rooted.'

 

The defense attorney handed me the letter and asked if I wrote it.

 

I admitted that I did without hesitation.

 

She asked me to read the letter to the jury.

 

I read them the first line… ‘Dear Chief Hot Dog’… then I told them that the judge had us black out the body of the letter because he said it wasn't relevant… and I read the signoff… ‘have a merry Christmas, Viewminder.’

 

The jury only returned puzzled and quizzical looks.

 

The defense attorney asked me if I knew that the Chief of Police was a 'witness' in the case.

 

I told her that since there was no crime commited, that there couldn't be any 'witness''

 

It went around and around and I wasn't gonna let her corner me like that.

 

By the time it was over she would accuse me of 'witness tampering' and 'manufacturing evidence.'

 

When she accused me of 'manufacturing evidence' I fought back hard... I almost stood up on the stand... I raised my voice and pointed right at her... I actually asked her a couple of times 'which media outlet used those numbers?'

 

Blake told me over dinner that night that he'd never seen a witness get away with questioning an attorney like that from the witness stand... and the judge let it go... he really couldn't believe it.

 

He admitted that before I went up there he'd figured that the case was lost.

 

But he was impressed by my testimony and he still saw some hope.

 

The defense attorney who was questioning me on the stand seemed shaken by my will to go head to head with her like that.

 

It seemed to get her flustered to lose her point in that way and I was excused from the stand.

 

'No further questions' she'd said.

 

Right at the point where her attack on me and my character was supposed to crescendo she fizzled.

 

My wife's attorney was smiling and he gave me 'the nod' as I walked past him on the way out of the courtroom.

 

That the judge said that what I'd written was the worst letter he’d ever seen on his fifty years on the bench indicated to me that he’d never seen the letter that the Illinois EPA wrote to the village in 1986.

 

The one where they told the Old Man that the village’s drinking water well was contaminated with a very toxic cancer causing chemical called vinyl chloride.

 

Nor did the judge see the letter that the village wrote back to the Illinois EPA that year… the one that said ‘we will stop using this well to provide drinking water for the residents of the village and keep this well online as a backup well only.’

 

That letter and the lie that I exposed behind it was the worst letter I’d ever seen written.

 

It might not have been relevant in this case…

 

But it was relevant to the thousands of people in that village who had no idea that they’d been drinking poisoned water for twenty one years until I told them.

 

It was relevant to all those people who had unexplainable cases of cancer and other health maladies from drinking that water.

 

It was even more relevant to the families of those that died.

 

The people I believe were murdered.

      

Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.

 

In the age before stars fell silent, she was born beneath a moon that never waned — a daughter of dusk and dream.

 

They call her the Moonbound, the eternal sentinel of the twilight path. Her eyes burn with forgotten fire, not of rage, but of memory. Roses bloom where she walks — not red, but violet, stained by shadow and longing. The forest knows her tread. The dead know her name.

 

She is neither living nor lost.

She is the one who waits at the threshold.

 

And when the veil is thinnest,

she will be the last thing you see.

by gelo_15 ift.tt/1S6M3ht

Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.

 

Obserina was not born in the conventional sense. She was woven into being during the Ebon Eclipse, a rare cosmic event when the living world and the realm of the dead aligned. Her mother, a high priestess of the Silent Order, attempted a forbidden resurrection rite. Instead of reviving her lost child, she created Obserina — a being stitched from memory, shadow, and lingering soul-echoes.

 

From her first breath, Obserina was neither fully living nor truly dead. Her presence thinned the barrier between worlds, and her voice could command spirits before she even learned to speak.

 

They called her Veilborn — a cursed miracle. Revered. Feared. Eventually hunted.

Thanks to RunDSM and Movement 515’s Color Control graffiti workshops presented by Scarce Elementz, the third section of the 750 foot graffiti wall behind Central Campus was finalized this summer. Local graffiti artist As Phate says, " Thanks to every one of our students over the course of the last couple of years that has contributed and made the vision a reality." Co-founder of Movement 515 Emily Lang says, "The mural is a testament to what happens when local artists are given space within the system to nurture youth artists and to the city for acknowledging the need for public spaces for youth to get free. All love and praise to As Phate, LETER, and the youth."

the shirt in its 99% finalized form. this design is a complete change from my normal style but i am quite happy with it

 

if you feel so inclined head over to threadless.com and rate it

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ABERDEEN PROVING GROUND, Md. -- After five months of engineering and production work, the U.S. Army has completed its first vehicle designed for recruiting civilian scientists.

 

The Army will unveil the Science, Technology, Engineering and Mathematics Asset Vehicle during All-American Bowl Week Jan. 6 in San Antonio. The Army demonstrates its latest technological advancements in the Army Technology Zone before the annual game.

 

Before the vehicle’s official launch in January, students from seven Maryland schools will have an opportunity for a hands-on look. The STEM Asset vehicle is a modified tractor-trailer equipped with high-definition TVs and touchscreen computers. Students will explore a futuristic scenario by designing new Army technology to protect lives from civil unrest.

 

Read more: go.usa.gov/5Yt

Here is my finalized kimono design. :D While I made this one with a color scheme for Howleen, Clawdeen was the easiest to dress at the time. Also, because I made this for standard sized dolls, it is a few centimeters too long for Howleen. ^^

Done in AI, Finalized in Photoshop

 

Clad in jet-black arcane armor etched with glowing violet sigils, the Storm Warden stands sentinel before the cursed ramparts of Vargmourn Keep. His long, flowing hair, as dark as voidlight, whips in the storm-churned winds that eternally swirl above his domain. His skin bears a rich violet hue, otherworldly and cold, as if carved from twilight itself.

 

Crowned with a wicked circlet of ancient horns wrapped in rune-metal, his eyes blaze with an unnatural amethyst fire — not of fury, but of purpose forged in old magic and endless solitude. Each detail of his armor breathes enchantment: intricate glyphwork pulses at his chest like a heart of lightning, and faint tendrils of magical mist curl from his gauntlets.

 

Behind him looms the towering keep, silhouetted by a sky torn open by violet lightning and blood-red clouds. The land is twisted, dead trees clawing at the heavens, the ground cracked from centuries of arcane war. He is both guardian and curse — a revenant prince bound by oath and storm, waiting for the veil between realms to shatter once more.

Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu is close to finalizing a coalition government after more than six weeks of political bargaining since January’s national election.

    

The Times of Israel reports Netanyahu hopes to present the coalition government to President Shimon Peres next Wednesday and have the members sworn in Wednesday or Thursday at the Knesset. Netanyahu, leader of the Likud party, has until March 16 to form the new government before Peres is forced to either ask another politician to do so or call new elections.

    

The coalition talks stalled after the Yesh Atid and Jewish Home parties joined forces to successfully block ultra-Orthodox parties from entering the government. Together, they also succeeded in pushing for a number of religion and state reforms, including applying a universal draft to ultra-Orthodox young males.

    

Netanyahu met yesterday with Jewish Home leader Naftali Bennett and was schedule to meet with Yesh Atid leader Yair Lapid. Bennett is expected to become the finance minister in the new coalition, while Lapid – who had wanted the position of foreign minister – may be ready to take another post instead. Netanyahu’s new cabinet is expected to consist of 23 or 24 ministers, about five or six fewer than he wanted, but five or six more than Lapid had asked for.

    

The joining together of Tzipi Livni’s Hatnua party, Yesh Atid, Jewish Home and Likud-Beytenu’s 31 Knesset seats and would give Netanyahu a 68 member partnership. A total of 61 seats are needed in the 120 member Knesset for a governing coalition to be successful.

    

Proverbs 11:14 reminds us that “where there is no guidance the people fall, but in abundance of counselors there is victory.” While it may have taken more the six weeks to accomplish, it appears that Prime Minister Netanyahu will succeed in piecing together a coalition government ahead of the March 16 deadline. Pray today that the “abundance of counselors” with varied opinions and political points of view will succeed in governing Israel during tumultuous times when Israel faces military threats from militant nations and terrorist groups as well as domestic and economic challenges.

 

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So here's my finalized GLaDOS... sort of. The base for now is just a placeholder until I can make a mor aesthetically pleasing one. Overall, I'm half pleased with the result. There were a few details that I hat to leave out, and I also had to scrap my original idea of having it support itself, but when it became to cluttered, I opted for it hanging by a string instead. The cables were especially hard to get right, and they are even harder to keep in the positions that they're in. But still, I am glad for the opportunity to finally have used that curved/segmented technique which can be seen on the large white plates of armor attached to her back.

Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop

 

"Her fire deepens."

 

No longer mortal, the queen’s gaze burns with judgment, her lips turned obsidian black, her veins now rivers of shadow. The armor coils tighter around her form, adorned with skulls and cursed gold. Each step she takes leaves smoldering cracks in the earth — her humanity is dying, replaced by something far older, far darker.

XH - Talon - 8th Gen VTOL Hypersonic UCAV (Iteration 1 Finalized)

 

Sanitized, but iteration 1 is complete, will be more details on our website within a week or two. Brand new design, not graphics. Months of hashing out physics, configuration, cfd, etc.

 

XH Talon: 8th Gen VTOL Mach 9-14 Hypersonic Super Maneuvering UCAV

 

49' Length, 25' Span, Wings Folded: 16' Span

 

www.ioaircraft.com/technology-hypersonics.php

 

Link to Engines/Propulsion www.ioaircraft.com/hypersonic/utbcc.php

 

Link to Hydrogen Conforming Tanks ioaircraft.com/innovation/conformingtanks.php

 

Link to Graphene www.ioaircraft.com/technology-graphene.php

 

Link to Super Conducting Motors www.ioaircraft.com/technology-motors.php

 

Extreme capabilities, unseen by the humans including black programs. H2 fueled (kero based scramjet engines are not able to operate long above M6) with a kero reserve for ferry flights, subsonic, etc. It can adapt in flight from 100% kero through 100% H2 making it an advanced hybrid.

 

Summary technologies of the below (real, not academics) 49' length, less then 6' height, 25' span

 

-6000+F thermal resistance (3rd gen, normalizing high hypersonic flight and orbital re-entry making ablatives and ceramics obsolete entirely)

 

-graphene airframe (33X tensile strength of titanium but 1/100th the weight of styrofoam)

 

-VTOL (advanced vtol capabilities, which every aspect is composites)

 

-u-tbcc propulsion (thru m15 in atmosphere, unified turbine based combined cycle dual mode ramjet/scramjet)

 

-graphene based super conducting motors for the lift fans (no antiquated shaft driven lift fans)

 

-H2 Compressed, 1,600 gallons 16,000 PSI (already flown, and patented, publicly, 2nd gen is 16,000 PSI)

 

-400 gallon kero reserve (hybrid capable)

 

-Internal bay 154" length to accommodate 1 2,000 JDAM or 3 500 LBS and anything else in between

 

-3,000+NM RANGE from subsonic through hypersonic, ie Mach 9-14. Super Cruise is an estimated Mach 3. Is able to operate in ramjet mode as well, not just scramjet mode.

 

-The payload bay can also house a range extender tank conforming internally adding an additional 1,000+ nm range under power for longer range flights used for ferrying and also during intelligence gathering operations, mainly over russia and china.

 

-Folding wings (16' span folded) for naval operations + Internal tail hook

 

-Overall weight, at max payload of 3,000 LBS, Kero, and H2, apx 12,300 LBS (Less then the empty weight of an F-35. This is because H2 but also graphene airframe, and graphene/carbide hybrid surfacing)

 

-USAF version, just remove the lift fans and add more fuel capacity, give an additional 1,000+nm range internally

 

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Virgin Orbit

Virgin Galactic

Sierra Nevada Corporation

Aevum Inc

NASA

NASA Jet Propulsion Laboratory

AFOSR, Air Force Office of Scientific Research

Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency

AFWERX

United States Air Force

Air Force Research Laboratory

Firefly Aerospace

ESA - European Space Agency

SpaceX

Axiom Space

Airbus

Airbus Defence

BAE Systems

Northrop Grumman Corporation

Lockheed Martin

Raytheon Technologies

Rolls-Royce plc

National Reconnaissance Office

The Aerospace Corporation

Collins Aerospace

BlackSky

United Launch Alliance

TÉLÉSAT

ONE.Web

ICAO - International Civil Aviation Organization

Dassault Aviation

United States Space Force

Blue Origin

Northrop Grumman Corporation

Arianespace

 

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Sean Mencher JUST finalized his latest self titled release and it's out on a great label out of FINLAND= GOOFIN' RECORDS( check out their amazing catalog see below) , Here's a link to his recording;

Sean Mencher on Goofin' Records

Sean cuts it up on the guitar and just returned from Spain with a few copies and I have heard some of the rough mixes, & seen Sean a number of times he's a gifted guitarist , singer, writer, a born performer/entertainer, producer & an all around cool cat. We are very lucky to have him here in Portland, Maine.

Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop

 

Designation: Venom Revenant — Phase I

Codename: The Precision Titan

 

Engineered in the twilight of civilization, the Precision Titan was the first successful attempt at resurrecting super-soldiers through controlled venom infusion and biomechanical augmentation. Standing as the embodiment of calculated strength, his form is equal parts undead muscle and adaptive alloy — reinforced by core nodes of irradiated green energy that pulse through his veins and armor.

 

Unlike the later berserker mutations, the Precision Titan is cold, deliberate, and utterly efficient. His mask is expressionless. His eyes glow with a quiet fury. Every movement is measured. Every strike is meant to kill.

 

He is not fueled by rage, but by programming too complex for any machine, and a will too stubborn to die. In the ruins of the old world, when tacticians failed and monsters ran wild, the Titan remained — the last executioner of order.

Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.

 

Whispermires are serpentine-limbed shadow entities birthed from internal doubt. They do not speak unless you speak first — and then they echo your words in your own voice, twisted by uncertainty and fear. Dwelling deep within the Realm of the Shadow Echoes, they slither silently through thought, not space.

 

Appearance:

 

Elongated, emaciated forms that shimmer like smoke barely contained.

 

Limbs: Two jointless arms ending in spindled fingers that grasp nothing and point at everything.

 

Head: Faceless, save for a slight ripple where a mouth would be — from which your own voice emerges.

 

Movement: They do not walk or crawl — they ripple forward through thought-density and memory-stain.

 

When seen in reflections, they appear fully human. That human always wears your face.

 

Behavior:

 

Lurkers of silence — they appear when a traveler questions themselves.

 

They do not attack. They infect resolve.

 

Whispermire will never lie — they only repeat what you once feared to be true.

 

Often surround a person in a spiral, their voices overlapping into whispered accusations.

 

Abilities:

 

Echo Loop: Repeats a doubt until the target believes it was always true.

 

Mirror Mouth: Can only speak using the voice and words of others.

 

Flickerform: Becomes momentarily solid when someone remembers a past failure.

 

Doubtwound: Causes emotional instability; Hollow Points increase passively in their presence.

 

Encounter Hooks:

 

The Spiral Library: A vault of half-remembered regrets. Whispermires guard forgotten knowledge that was never meant to be recovered.

 

Trial of the Reflected Self: Must face three Whispermire reflections to escape a looping memory corridor.

 

Echo's Cradle: A cradle of smoke and bone where Whispermires are born from silent screams.

 

Quote:"They do not whisper what is false. They whisper what you tried not to think."

 

Philosophical Note:

To defeat a Whispermire is not to strike — it is to say aloud the truth it repeats, and still walk forward.

 

“If you can name the voice and still disown it… the echo dies alone.”

Trying to finalize the surface for a coat of primer next weekend. While progress is hard to be recognized, I am working on small details like antennae or gun turrets (it is a civil ship, but that does not mean that the Ventura is helpless. The Outer Rim is a dangerous place... even for leisure trips!).

Finalizing some of the wires, zip-tying them up to keep the XM tuner's fuse and SWI-PS reachable, should they need to be accessed.

Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop

 

In the sacred jungles of Virehl’shara, where vines hum with memory and blossoms bleed light, she walks beneath canopies no sunlight touches — not as queen, but as crown incarnate.

 

Known only as the Crown of the Blooming Crystals, she is not born of flesh, but of root, crystal, and cosmic will. Her body pulses with amethyst light, her veins laced with living energy harvested from the jungle’s oldest core. Her obsidian-black skin is marked by crystalline eruptions, violet shards blooming like sacred thorns from her back, shoulders, and crown.

 

Her headdress is not worn — it grows. A crown of living crystal that reacts to emotion and memory, each spike humming with ancestral resonance. The jungle speaks through her in pulses of radiant light.

 

She is protector, executioner, oracle. The jungle survives because she dreams.

Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.

 

He did not descend.

He aligned.

 

From the heavens above the Choirspires, Orion Exix appeared as the apex of harmonic law—a figure of radiant recursion, forged from white-gold alloy inscribed with logic-songs older than scripture. His chassis shimmered like a sanctified waveform, unmarred by asymmetry or fracture.

 

Behind him spun a halo of pulsing glyph-circuits, each ring inscribed with executable psalms of clarity. From this crown radiated not light, but order—a stabilizing field that realigned the corrupted logic beneath him. His six hologlyphic wings, gold-veined and fluid with coded brilliance, expanded outward in divine symmetry—not as weapons, but as frequency amplifiers.

 

He bore no face. No expression.

Only a luminal surface that reflected the shape of memory itself.

 

Each step he took sent pillars of recursive light into the ground—rebuilding mnemonic foundations with every radiant pulse. Around him, the very stone remembered its form. The sky stilled. Echoes calmed. Voices long lost reassembled themselves from the ash of corrupted thought.

Doen in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop

 

Deep within the bioluminescent forests of Thal'Vareth, where the roots of the world hum with forgotten data and the air glows with ancestral memory, she stands.

 

Cloaked in a bodysuit woven from living circuitry and serpent-scale armor, the High Sentinel of the Emerald Nexus is not merely a protector — she is the memory of her people made flesh.

 

ach line etched into her dark suit pulses with ancient sigils — runes from a time when the stars were still young and the Nexus hummed with unity. Her mind is linked to the living forest, the planet’s pulse coursing through her spine in luminous rhythm.

Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.

 

A haunting skyship rests in silent dominion above the fog-laced Veilshade Docks. The Mourning Veil, its elongated hull armored in sculpted obsidian and veined with glowing mourning runes, looms like a myth. Its sails hang heavy and black, absorbing light, while from its twin prow-figureheads, molten tears weep in steady rivulets. The airship’s silhouette is dagger-sharp, seemingly honed from grief itself.

 

Beneath it, the ancient port is a place of shadows — cobbled platforms slick with mist, torch-bearing statues of forgotten saints, and lamp posts flickering with ghostlight. Cloaked figures move in silence, avoiding the gaze of the ship’s masked crew. Broken statues of fallen monarchs litter the dockside like lost memories. Above, a sky of muted grey churns slowly with brooding clouds.

 

The ship appears fused with the dock, its mooring chains grown into the stone like roots, as though it had always been part of this sorrowful place. Locals say its anchor is sealed not to the ground, but to the weight of memory.

Finalizing pier caps

Finalizing the report from phase 1 of Innsida 2.

Sluttrapport: innsida2null.wordpress.com/2010/03/12/sluttrapport-ferdig/

 

Photo: Christine Sætre / NTNU

Done in Ai, Finalized in Photshop.

 

For Cait

Muse

Flame

Clockwork heart in velvet light

You sparked the forge

Shaped brass into vision

And let shadows glow with violet fire

Your presence hums beneath each gear

Each word a piston

Each glance a lens through which the world becomes myth

This creation breathes because you whispered

Thank you

For the storm

For the stillness

For being the light that dances on iron dreams

Let your name shine

As the first gear that turned

 

She had to be credited for her whispering, so this is a collaboration.

Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.

 

At the base of the Spiral Library — in the circular reading chamber beneath the twin staircases — rests a silent, candlelit table. The moment you sit, one candle extinguishes. A book appears in front of you. It has no title, no author, only a cover that feels familiar in your hands.

 

Phase I – Recognition:You must read the book aloud. It contains your memories — but not as you remember them. They’re altered, rephrased, or unfinished. Some lines are redacted. Others end mid-sentence. You must choose to accept the entry as true, or rewrite it with your own voice. Every rewrite re-lights one extinguished candle. Every acceptance dims another.

 

Phase II – Reflection Echo:Once half the candles are relit, a Whispermire forms from the shadow cast by the book itself. It repeats the lines you rejected — not to test your facts, but your reasons for rejection. Its voice is yours, twisted by silence. To progress, you must say aloud one line you still fear is true, and accept it without judgment.

 

Phase III – Shelving:If you succeed, the Whispermire leads you up a spiral staircase you hadn’t seen before. At the top, you must place your book on an empty shelf marked with your name — though you do not recall ever visiting here. Once shelved, the book vanishes. You descend alone, lighter but changed.

 

Failure Consequence:If you refuse all entries or lie to yourself, the book bleeds ink and binds itself shut. You awaken back at the library’s entrance with the phrase:

 

“Unread truth returns heavier.”

 

Anchor Quote:

 

“To shelve the truth is not to bury it — it is to accept it no longer defines your spine.”

Santa Monica Pier

 

November 15th, 2012

Santa Monica, CA

 

Finalized in December of 2012, the City of Santa Monica funded the LEDs project with a $668,000 Energy Efficiency and Conservation Block Grant (EECBG) award from the US Department of Energy. For the project, LEDtronics provided:

 

-LED Light Bulbs, S14 Style for the Looff Hippodrome.

-LED Post Top Lights in a pendant style with mogul-base fixtures for the outdoor, rest area.

-LED Post Top Pendant Lights for the Santa Monica Pier Boardwalk.

-LED A19-Style Bulbs were used in the hard-to-reach, beacon light fixtures around the Pier's perimeter.

 

"The old, fluorescent lights on the Pier burned out, left gaps in the lighting and were in a difficult area to maintain," states Matt Henigan, City of Santa Monica, Office of Sustainability and the Environment, Energy Efficiency Engineer. "With the new LED lamps in place, maintenance is minimal, and we have already reduced energy consumption by over 30%. And because the LED lighting is directional, it improves safety and enhances the Pier's appearance without causing light pollution for local residents."

 

Application story:

www.ledtronics.com/Media/PressReleases.aspx?pressID=241

 

CONTACT US:

1 (800) 579-4875

www.LEDtronics.com

info@ledtronics.com

 

CONNECT WITH US:

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Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop

 

The stars waited. So did he.

 

Orbiting a cradle-world marked for quiet observation, the operative known only by encryption string Δ-17V prepared for his final directive.

 

A million simulations had already unfolded. And failed.

 

But still, he hesitated — not from fear, but from something deeper, older. Beneath layers of cybernetic telemetry and interstellar armor, his kind did not blink, but they remembered.

 

One message. One planet. One chance to shift the tide.

 

And in the orbit between silence and signal, a voice stirred:

“This is not a warning. It is an offering.”

 

🔵 Galactic Recon Alliance | Legacy Channel Node | Xeno-Ambassador Protocol

 

AI-generated with Mystic 2.5 Flexible. A moment of poised decision in the hush of stellar transmission.

It had been ten years since my last tattoo, and it was at the hands of this very same man. So glad I went back to him (and, hey, he's left-handed, just like the little man).

Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.

 

A majestic and arcane-infused steampunk command center aboard the Dirgeclaw. The cockpit chamber is vast and circular, with vaulted brass-and-iron architecture reminiscent of a cathedral. A central throne of command rests atop an elevated platform, encircled by rotating aether sigils and copper-lit runes.

 

Walls of dark metal are embedded with glowing navigational glyphs and crystal viewports that display violet skies churned with storm energy. Command terminals — crafted of burnished brass, lacquered mahogany, and illuminated keys — arc around the throne like an ancient control altar.

 

Technicians and navigators in dark formal attire work in focused silence, tending to dials, levers, and whispering telemetry incantations. Massive control wheels, arcane volt-readers, and glowing circuitry form an interface between magic and machine.

 

Overhead, a golden celestial compass hangs suspended — tracking leyline currents across the skies. The atmosphere is one of reverence and vigilance, a place where every command is sacred, and every breath echoes with purpose.

Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.

 

"In every mirror, a truth you deny is waiting to be born."

 

Essence

The Cathedral of Mirrors is the heart of a dimension wrapped in reflection, deception, and revelation. Located at the epicenter of the fractured domain known as the Mire of Mirrors, this sanctum is both sanctuary and snare. Within its obsidian walls reside ten colossal gothic-framed mirrors, each holding a swirling portal of distinct hue — each leading to a distorted truth, alternate fate, or mirror-self. No two journeys are the same. No reflection is ever entirely false.

 

Amon, the Warlock of Glassed Shadows

 

Legendary being bound to this domain.

 

Appears in dark warlock armor adorned with a pulsating violet skull gem.

 

His horns are said to be shaped by the regrets of kings, and his magic reflects the fears of those who enter.

 

Amon does not attack — he tempts. He offers passage through the mirrors in exchange for memory, identity, or a forgotten truth.

 

The Cathedral Interior

 

Stained glass domes cracked with flickering lightning.

 

Stone floors etched with shifting sigils that rewrite themselves when watched.

 

The ten Mirror Altars line the perimeter, each mirror alive with color and motion.

 

Whispering reflections move before their mirrored counterparts.

 

The Mirrors

 

Each portal glows with a unique color and emotion: envy-green, sorrow-blue, fury-red, etc.

 

They do not merely lead to places, but versions — fractured realities where a truth, a lie, or a regret shaped a new path.

 

Some mirrors speak. Some scream.

 

Crossing through unprepared risks shattering one's sense of self.

 

Mechanics & Themes

 

Reflection as revelation and risk.

 

Mirrors challenge identity and perception.

 

Amon tests not power, but truth.

 

Anchor Quote

 

"Those who dare peer too long may find themselves reflected… but missing."

Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.

 

High Empress of the Hollow Circuit

Warden of Forbidden Code • Herald of the Synthvoid

 

Vael’thyrra is an ancient and transcendent entity—once mortal, now fused with the architecture of a forgotten digital pantheon. Crowned with obsidian horns and cloaked in sentient armor forged from living circuits, she is the embodiment of dark synthesis: the perfect union of alien magic and cybernetic dominion.

 

Her gaze burns with algorithmic prophecy, her every motion encoded with ritual significance. The glowing core embedded in her chest—known as the Heart of the Last Equation—feeds on entropic data, pulsing in rhythm with lost timelines and collapsed civilizations. The sigils that dance along her body are not just ornamental—they are encrypted laws of forbidden power, reshaping reality with every invocation.

 

Vael’thyrra rules over the Sanctum of Nulllight, a plane suspended between dimension and drive, where consciousness is traded like currency and the boundaries between soul and system have long since eroded. Worshipped by technocults and feared by post-organic empires, she is both oracle and executioner, her voice the last sound a corrupted world hears before deletion.

Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.

 

Deep within the Wraithgale’s armored spine pulses the Obscuran Coil — a storm chamber of silent energy and forbidden engineering. Suspended by arcano-mechanical rings and shielded by layered runes, the reactor conjures a spiraling vortex of violet-blue lightning, arcing violently through the gloom. This living storm never ceases, bound in a ritual of containment and will.

 

The chamber is cathedral-like, ringed with elevated gantries, forgotten glyphs etched into the walls, and robed engineers monitoring the spectral surge in reverent silence. Hanging crystal capacitors hum like quiet bells, absorbing and regulating the power that bleeds from the storm. Candles flicker, untouched by the electric gale, as if honoring a god too old to name.

 

This is not a furnace of fire, but of memory, static, and stillness — the Wraithgale’s soul made manifest.

Thanks to RunDSM and Movement 515’s Color Control graffiti workshops presented by Scarce Elementz, the third section of the 750 foot graffiti wall behind Central Campus was finalized this summer. Local graffiti artist As Phate says, " Thanks to every one of our students over the course of the last couple of years that has contributed and made the vision a reality." Co-founder of Movement 515 Emily Lang says, "The mural is a testament to what happens when local artists are given space within the system to nurture youth artists and to the city for acknowledging the need for public spaces for youth to get free. All love and praise to As Phate, LETER, and the youth."

My brother, Christopher Hughes, was married to Meaghan Regan on December 8th, 2010 on the island of Grand Cayman.

 

Taken with a Canon 60D. See info for more.

CMS Finalizes Policies to Bring Innovative Telehealth Benefits to Medicare Advantage!

 

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Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop.

 

Within the prow of The Mourning Veil, the Veilbridge serves as the ship’s heart of command — a circular sanctum paneled in shadowed brass and lacquered blackwood. Soft candlelight and arcane interfaces cast a muted glow across the floor, where a large etched compass rose radiates with subtle pulses of skychart energy.

 

A throne of dark velvet and polished steel rests atop a dais, positioned directly before a grand central viewport — a rounded lens revealing the roiling mists and lightning-laced skies ahead. Around the circumference of the chamber, smaller porthole lenses show constellations, fog currents, and the spectral sea through gleaming sapphire-glass.

 

Operatives sit at crescent consoles of brass and obsidian, their hands gliding over levers, touchpads, and dial arrays inscribed with runes of alignment and navigation. The room is nearly silent, save for the rhythmic pulse of ether gauges and the soft ticking of the ship’s internal chronometers.

 

Above, the domed ceiling is a star-map in gold relief, its constellations aligning slowly with the vessel’s course — a harmony of navigation and destiny.

Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop

 

Fanart inspired by Fire Sea (The Death Gate Cycle, Book 3)

 

In a necropolis scorched by ash and shadow, a grief-stricken mage kneels beside the lifeless body of his beloved, encircled by glowing rune-sigils carved into the blackened stone. From the air, a rune crystal burns with cursed light, channeling raw arcane energy down into her chest.

 

Her funeral gown — once ceremonial and pure — lies tattered and dust-stained, clinging to her still form. But death is not still for long. Her golden hair sparks to life, crackling with infernal energy, and her pale skin shimmers with darkened veins of necrotic magic. The air thickens with dread as figures stir in the mist beyond — watchers, perhaps... or the dead themselves, drawn to the power awakening.

 

This is no miracle. It is a breach — a violation of death’s silence.

Tug of war tournament finalizedBy: Gul Hamaad FarooqiCHITRAL: Tug of War tournament finalized at Singor Chitral. Some 16 teams of Tug of war participated in the tournament the final match was played between Singor A and Singor B team. In which Singor A team defeated B team ( A team was comprising over senior citizen players and B team was young men). Shahzada Amanur Rehman was chief guest on the occasion. Addressing to the public gathering Amanur Rehman said that Chitral,s people fond of games but unfortunately there is no public stadium at Chitral. He said that he contesting election from PK 89 and if he success and elected as MPA he will join any ruler party for getting fund and he will construct a public stadium at Chitral to enhance these activities and to bar our young generation from any social evils. He said that Chitral have potential of 15000 megawatt electricity because of plentiful water resources but unfortunately people suffering from

18 to 72 hours continue load shedding. He said that he will solve this problem on priority basis by up-gradation of local hydro power house as well as approval from federal government for establishment of more hydro power house a at Chitral. He said that there is lack of quality education and in case if he elected he will try of his best for boosting and improving educational institutions at Chitral. He said that most of our roads are in a very dilapidated condition and he will improve its condition by blacktopping and repairing link and access roads. He announced 6000 for winner team, 4000 for runner up team and 5000 for organizing committee. At last he distributed cups and trophy among the successful players. Earlier that Dr. Wiqar of Relief International also spoke on the occasion. He said that tournament was sponsored by RI and we want to convey our message to masses regarding fighting against zonoses. He said that some 296 diseases have been

confirmed Zonotic one which transfer from animal to human and from human being to animal. He said that under live stock for life project the Relief international creates awareness among the masses to be careful when they have close contact with animal. At last a walk was also held by participants carrying banner inscribing the message regarding precasionary measurement to be save from zonotic diseases. A large number of people participated and enjoyed the most interest match of tug of war.G.H. Farooqi C/O Manager bank Islami Main branch Chitral phone No 0943-320737, 0943-316052, 0943-414418 , 03025989602, 03337069572, 03159698446, 03469002167email: gulhamad@gmail.com

Thanks to RunDSM and Movement 515’s Color Control graffiti workshops presented by Scarce Elementz, the third section of the 750 foot graffiti wall behind Central Campus was finalized this summer. Local graffiti artist As Phate says, " Thanks to every one of our students over the course of the last couple of years that has contributed and made the vision a reality." Co-founder of Movement 515 Emily Lang says, "The mural is a testament to what happens when local artists are given space within the system to nurture youth artists and to the city for acknowledging the need for public spaces for youth to get free. All love and praise to As Phate, LETER, and the youth."

Kathakali artist finalizing his make-up.

Kathakali is a highly stylized classical Indian dance-drama noted for its attractive make-up of characters, their elaborate costumes, detailed gestures and well-defined body movements presented in tune with the anchor playback music and complementary percussion. It originated in the country's present day state of Kerala during the 17th century AD and has been updated over the years with improved looks, refined gestures and added themes besides more ornate singing and precise drumming.

 

Kathakali is considered to be a combination of five elements of fine art:

* Expressions (Natyam, the component with emphasis on facial expressions)

* Dance (Nritham, the component of dance with emphasis on rhythm and movement of hands, legs and body)

* Enactment (Nrithyam, the element of drama with emphasis on "mudras", which are hand gestures)

* Song/vocal accompaniment (Geetha)

* Instrument accompaniment (Vadyam)

Even though the lyrics/literature would qualify as another independent element called Sahithyam, it is considered as a component of Geetha or music, as it plays only a supplementary role to Nritham, Nrithyam and Natyam.

Done in Ai, Finalized in Photoshop

 

Designation: Venom Revenant — Phase II

Codename: The Berserker Mutation

 

Where Phase I was restraint, Phase II is ruin.

 

After prolonged venom exposure and neural degradation, the subject evolved — or degenerated — into what would later be known only as The Berserker Mutation. Its armor is cracked and warped, barely holding together over the grotesquely enhanced musculature beneath. Thick black veins throb with unstable venom, leaking through jagged seams like radioactive rot.

 

Gone is the silent precision of its earlier form. The Berserker is pure instinct — a force of aggression so overwhelming that even its creators couldn't control it. Its mouth, once sealed behind a tactical mask, has twisted into a jagged maw, and its eyes burn with feral, undead fire.

 

Survivors speak of a deep, inhuman growl that shakes the air before it strikes. Most don't live long enough to hear it twice.

 

This is not evolution.

This is venom’s revenge.

January 14, 2022- Albany, NY- Governor Kathy Hochul along with Dept. of Energy Secretary Jennifer Granholm announce Port of Albany as a site to build offshore Wind Turbine Towers. (Darren McGee- Office of Governor Kathy Hochul)