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The future.
When human population on earth reaches over 13 million people, the world's largest nations are waging a nuclear war.
Humanity has almost managed to exterminate itself and its planet.
Survivors of this catastrophe are hiding under ground, in bunkers and underground cities, for decades.
Military units made it their mission to leave the poisoned and uninhabitable planet.
After 40 years of research, a young man came into the focus of the military. He got his first doctorate at 17 and the second at 18. Due to the professor titles that followed in the next few years, nothing seemed impossible anymore.
The military came to the professor with a request to save humanity from extinction.
He should take on the apparently indomitable task and complete a teleportation machine which was in the making for over 40 years now.
The young professor was very happy to receive this complicated task and developed a great passion for it.
The eternal dream of finding a planet for humanity to survive.
Hello everybody,
this is my biggest project I've worked on so far.
The story, costumes, weapons, robots and the teleportation machine were invented and built by me to make the film possible.
I wasn't paid or sponsored by anyone.
All rights to the film belong to me alone.
Thanks to the best team you can have.
Guys, with all my heart "THANK YOU“
I hope that you (the audience) will be entertained by the short film and that you will see that it is possible to make a film with an old computer from 2013 and a smartphone.
Wish you all a good time
Loop Van Dike
Hallo Zusammen,
Habt ihr auch manchmal ein Bild vor dem inneren Auge, was aber bis dato in der Realität gar nicht existiert?
So erging es mir im November 2018, als ich mitten in der Nacht aufwachte und das Bild eines Astronauten auf fremden Planeten, umringt von einem Meer an illuminierten Aliens, im Kopf hatte.
Bewaffnet mit den Skizzen die ich mir in dieser Nacht gemacht hatte, entschloss ich mich am nächsten Morgen fort an diesem Traum nachzujagen.
Aus dem Gedanken ein "Making of" zu der Entstehung des Bildes zu machen, entwickelte sich nach 200 Stunden Bauzeit, der Anspruch meinen ersten eigenen Kurzfilm, passend zum Bild zu drehen.
"World of Cubes."
So sollte mein Film heißen.
Ich habe also beinahe jede freie Minute der folgenden 20 Monate dazu verwendet, Dinge die keinen Cent kosten,
zu futuristisch wirkenden Kostümen und Requisiten zu verarbeiten.
Rund 300 Stunden die dabei draufgingen sowie weitere 200 Stunden am Filmset, habe ich auf wenige Minuten zusammengefasst.
Wer Interesse hat, nachzuempfinden was alles in diesem Projekt steckt, und zu sehen wie man ohne riesiges Budget seinen Traum eines eigenen Science Fiction Films erreichen kann,
kann gerne auf den Link unten klicken, und sich das Making of anschauen!
Mich interessiert, ob einer von euch ein ähnliches Hobby hat, und wie ich, gerne bereit ist stundenlange Arbeit in kleine Komponenten eines Films zu investieren um diesen so authentisch wie möglich zu machen?
Falls ja, kann man sich gerne mal bezüglich eines Kollaborationsprojekts aussprechen, und sich Tipps zu den jeweiligen Bausteinen geben.
In diesem Sinne wünsche ich euch eine gute Unterhaltung und eine Gute Zeit.
Loop Van Dike.
Fredrick ‘Mickey’ Hill said killed by masked policemen
www.jamaicaobserver.com/news/McNeill--JFJ-call-for-invest...
A very sad but common story in Jamaica, about the killing of a young man name Sonnieko Williams by the Jamaican Police. The article was written by someone making a concern appeal for help on Facebook.
The last time we spoke, Sonnieko told me that he wanted to go down to Pulse and see if he could become a model. He asked me if i had a link.
He had been doing menial jobs to send himself to school since he was 9 years old. At 20, we were having our final conversation as we both walked off the hill. He had been heading to Heart Trust NTA to register for school which was to begin for him in January where he was to pursue his talent in the culinary arts.
The first few times i encountered Sonnieko, it was because he would hail me by name long before I knew his. "Wahgwaan (My Name)" he would say to me and i would acknowledge him, but i remember asking few people around me repeatedly' "Who is that youth; he always calls me by name and i dont even know him." Eventually i came to understand that he worked for a prominent family on the hill, doing odd jobs in the yard.
Other than his vibrant smile and his consistent hail, Sonnieko never had much to say. He was a great listener; a young man who was only a few steps from greatness. There is not one member of the community of Skyline Drive who did not love him; including those who did not know him well.
Skyline Drive is divided by a chasm which was created in heavy rains many years ago. As a result, through way traffic has come to a halt on this hill. The only vehicles that drive here belong to persons that live here or visitors of persons that live here.
A half hour before his death, his friends who were on my side of the chasm called him and told him to forward and linkup. He had told them he was stewing a pot; indulging in the one thing which would have freed him in life; his desire to feed people. His friends on his side of the chasm told me that he had then finished making breakfast, from which some of them had eaten.
There is a wanted man who lives in Jacks Hill. I will not disclose his alias. Apparently the police received intelligence that this particular wanted man had ventured out and was headed toward the chasm. Whomever called the police also stated that the wanted man had been dressed in a grey hoodie.
Hoodie's are commonplace dress on Skyline Drive. Not only because of threat of Tomas, but because the weather here on any normal day is a bit chilly. Sonnieko ventured out of his house to go meet up with his friends. He passed a crowd of people by the corner shop who he greeted cheerfully. He had a small comb in the front of his hair as he usually did, and was wearing a grey hoodie.
Having left the shop he continued down the road.
Maybe thirty seconds later persons at the shop saw one police van come hurtling around the corner skidding in the mud as they went. On the other side of the chasm, two police vans parked and officers dressed completely in blue with knee guards on scampered into Rita Marley's front garden, which is the only way to get to the other side.
Unawares, Sonnieko kept walking toward the chasm.
Sitting in my house, on my side of the chasm, I heard four gunshots. I wondered to myself who could possibly be shooting on the hill. As soon as that thought was completed i heard six more shots fired, and then another five, the last five sounding like that of a heavier firearm and the first ten sounding like those of smaller arms.
I called a friend of mine who lives across the chasm, and he told me that he had been further up the road, but that he had seen some police vehicles pass him. He said when they passed him they slowed beside him and he heard one of them say, " No anno him dat"
I put on my shoes and went next door to the music studio where I spoke with the producer who said he had heard nothing. Continuing outside i reached up onto the road to see a police van speeding down the road. The other was sitting at the edge of the chasm, still throttling, with no-one in it. A policeman shouted: "We kill one a dem, and we not makin the rest of them get weh!" A group of police then walked out of Rita's garden into their vehicles and drove away.
I walked through the garden.
The last time i saw Sonnieko, I was walking through the garden. My head was down as i was carefully observing the (treacherous when wet) terrain. Hearing footsteps i lifted my head to see Sonnieko walking toward me. He broke into a smile. With an outstretched hand he said' "Wah Gwaan (My Name)!" I replied, "Big up youself mi yout" He said, "Dont say a word" and continued along as i went on my way.
When i got to the other side of the garden, I walked around the first bend in the road and saw a group of people up ahead. They were gathering around a particular area. As i got closer, i saw a small pink comb with blood and brain marrow spattered across and around it. There were two feet of blue slippers as well with blood dribbled across them.
I got there just in time to see his mother come running out of her house and down the road from the other direction headed toward the crowd. She screamed at the crowd asking them: "Who see dem!" Who see!" "Nobody dont see mama", was the reply. She crumbled into a heaving heap, with a cry that cut the sky open.
The rain began to fall. The people wished Tomas had come. If Tomas had come, someone said; this would never happen.
The friend i called who had seen the police pass up the road was there, dressed also in a hoodie. His hoodie though was black.
After shooting the innocent 20 yr old whom they had mistaken for someone who did not even slightly fit his description, they scooped up his remains and drove hastily out of the community, pointing their guns in the direction of persons who stuck their heads out of their homes hoping to figure out what had just happened.
I gave my tv away one month before World Cup. I do not own a radio. Some persons wonder why and have asked me. Hopefully the following paragraph will tell why.
Four new police vehicles arrived on the scene of the crime, cordoned off the area and began to take pictures. They told the community members that they received a report that the team who had been there earlier were doing a patrol through the hill, came upon a group of men and came under heavy gunfire. Does this sound too familiar? When i found myself speaking to these new officers, their response to me was to ask me if it does not seem illogical that the highly trained police would just drive up and shoot an innocent man; i told them that was exactly the point of what took place. They told me not to swear his innocence. They told me that I am not with this young man every minute of the day and therefore can not state that he did not have a gun on him. I told them that in as much as they were asking me to be objective in my assesment, they should be objective enough in theirs to also accept the possibility that my friend, Sonnieko was killed in cold blood..
CVM arrived on the scene but not on the side of the chasm where the people were. The police had cordoned off the road and would not allow the media to cross the crime scene. I wonder what the news report on CVM will say tonight.
Even more so, i wonder if justice will come to this humble family of the hills who have done nothing but respect each other and their community, and occasionally wear grey hoodie's when going to look for a friend.
It could very well have been me, coming home from a trip to the corner shop. I too own a hoodie. But that day, maybe my life would have been saved as my hoodie is brown. But maybe if I had seen Sonnieko at the shop, as is typical I would have told him to wait on me, and together we would have been walking back around. And I am sure the story would have been that two cronies were killed. I almost wish I was among the dead, so persons could clearly see that someone they knew well had been killed as well. Someone who more persons of in positions of power could vouch for in a personal way. Some have been heard to be saying that my story is one side of the story. I know Sonnieko. Maybe if they killed me too, some of you would take another look at this case.
After a trip to Maddens Funeral Home, Sonnieko's mother found that he had recieved three shots. Two to his back, and one to his head. The shot that hit him in the head from the back pushed his forehead out of his body just above his eye.
The family needs a lawyer to represent their case. They CAN NOT afford one. If anyone in such capacity has read this letter and is moved to acting, whether through funding the process or giving legal aid pro-bono. Please. Contact me.
Let it not be said that this is a moving story. Let it be said that this was a spark, and that cumulatively we began a fire that forever changed the course of our nation’s history. Without that, this story would not have been moving, nor would it have moved anything or anyone into action.
I WRITE THESE NOTES FULLY COGNIZANT THAT MY ACTIONS COULD MAKE ME A TARGET. I HOWEVER AM WILLING TO STAND FOR CHANGE.
The bigger issue is that, by law, when the police shoot someone, they are supposed to carry them to hospital immediately. There was no crime scene cordoned off immediately with police left on scene. Due to this, considering the fact that when the investigating officers arrived on scene they told the community that they were informed that the unit had been fired upon, i surmise a gun will be produced. I also surmise that the gun will have Sonnieko's fingerprints on it, probably placed there on the journey from the hill to KPH, by putting his dead hands on to the gun.
Sonnieko died for a reason. He died because he has the right friends, in the right positions of power, and with the ability to make things happen. The bigger issue is that the system is designed to accomodate the possiblity of corruption in the JCF. This system is the (My Name)e system which has caused the unlawful deaths for numerous youths across the island, none of whom had the voice to speak for them after their passing.
Sonnieko's death was not just an isolated unlawful act. It is the product of a flawed system of justice, or might i say a perfected system of injustice, which allows officers of the (law) to cover their tracks when they make poor judgement and without accosting their victims, murder them from many metres away.
Sonnieko's death is a spark. We are the fire. We must be the change that will affect the history of our island going forward. I knew Sonnieko was destined for greatness. There could be no greater outcome than this, for Sonnieko's passing. Let us unite to achieve this end.
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La Canada, CA
12/22/16
La Canada is the only remaining city in Los Angeles county that still has open market for residential in the city. The 3 haulers are Republic Services, Athens Services and NASA Services.
Recently SoCalRefuse found out through Omar, a Republic Services Route Supervisor, that Republic Services spare Autocar Heil Curotto Can was working in La Canada. Both of us being Heil and Curotto can fans, we decided to head to La Canada in search of the Heil Curotto. After an hour of searching for the Heil on route we came around a curve and found it collecting trash. We introduced ourselves to the driver Carlos, who is great driver who originally started out with BFI. SoCalRefuse and I followed Carlos for an hour on the long, winding spaced out route. It was certainly an interesting route and to make it better Carlos met with the backyard service truck who emptied his load into the Curotto Can. It was neat to see a Allied Waste branded truck still around and this truck reminded me of the WMX WhiteGMC Heil Autocan that was also a spare that serviced my house many years ago.
If anyone wants to film in La Canada make sure you have a car or you will have problems following trucks. The homes are well spaced out from one another, there are small one lane winding roads and there are 3 haulers with separate trucks for backyard service. At one point SoCalRefuse and I followed Carlos for 2 miles without a stop. You certainly do not feel like California but this route certainly has great scenery.
Big thank you to Carlos, who is a nice driver and is efficient with the Curotto Can. Also, this video would not have been possible without SoCalRefuse who found out about the spare Heil in La Canada from Omar, thanks Omar.
Kim Possible is a good show, you should watch it. Stole the finger idea from Pate-Keetongu: www.flickr.com/photos/kumipallomaa/
Is it possible for it to be pouring snow? Because that's pretty close to what it was like when we shot this.
I did try to use a diffused flash, but had it too close to the camera causing big blurry bulbs of snow in the shot. This shot, the one I decided to run with, ironically is one of only a couple where the flash didn't fire for some reason. Probably because the batteries were low, cold, and hadn't fully charged the capacitors yet.
So that's today's lesson: When using flash in snowy conditions, keep it close to the model and further from the camera.
Montijo, 19 April 2021.
Ex Connexxion 2781.
Something that wouldn't be possible in the Netherlands, a Dutch bus beside a palm tree.
Directed Energy Weapon. Model 13. I remember first getting the idea from the Laser Gun in F.E.A.R. 2 (a badass weapon, by the way).
This is an obviously more compact reimagining, and would be much lighter in weight than it looks.
Coachwork by Antem
There were seven of them. English lads from the 1950s, with pale skin and wavy hair. They crossed the Channel, aiming to head south by the cheapest means possible – which in their case was a composite car made from a battered French Antem body mounted on the chassis of a Delage D4/8-100 from 1939. This old banger had previously been used in a circus, which explains its somewhat unusual colour scheme. In other words, it was not one of the classic models from the glory years of the Société Anonyme Française des Automobiles Delage, but still a car with a certain je ne sais quoi.
Smoking their thin cigarettes and spilling wine on the back seat as they went, the seven English students set off in search of European romance and adventure. Via Paris, through Strasburg and on to Nice and Marseille. And then back north, presumably having first prayed for divine intervention at Lourdes. Or that at least is what the stickers on the side windows suggest. Unfortunately, divine intervention only helped them as far as Brussels, where the car finally broke down. This time beyond repair, a local mechanic told them. However, the mechanic also told them that he knew of a collector in Ghent who might be interested in it, whatever its condition. He phoned Ghislain Mahy and explained the situation. At first, Mahy was inclined to turn down this strange car about which he knew nothing, but he eventually took pity on the lads and told the mechanic: ‘Give them 500 francs for a train ticket home and I’ll come and collect the car in a few weeks.’ Which he did. Since then, the Delage D8-100 has remained untouched for decades, except, perhaps, by the occasional spider: a silent testimony to a summer in the 1950s when a group of young lads discovered for the very first time what being young is all about.
4.750 cc
8 Cylinder
95 pk
Expo : Mahy, a family of cars - The Barnfind Collection
07/07/2023 - 03/09/2023
Autoworld
Brussels - Belgium
August 2023
That magical morning in autumn...
Canon EF-S 10-22 with Marumi DHG Super Circular Polarizer CPL
Note to self: explored (#393) for the first time on March 3, 2012. Yay!
Bumped up to #313 on March 4.
Decisions to be made!
Partner, would you rather have a cute little snail or a garbage can with a lid? (The first wise-acre who says a snail ON a garbage can, is gonna get bopped on the head!)
I've ordered this snail pattern and I'll shrink it down to pincushion size- Please click the link to see a much better rendition! Cute, right? It might get something underneath it, to ground it, or it might not. :)
www.vanillahousedesigns.com/p184-stuffed-snail/
Or I can attempt to make a garbage can, about the size of a tomato paste can, with a lid. Hopefully it'll have storage inside it for small tools, or even, TRASH! I'm picturing silver colored felted wool.
Wildfire mitigation strategies involve clearing the underbrush from the forest floor near buildings.
CN 3200 has a Zero is Possible sticker, because CN believes it is possible to have Zero injuries or fatalities. The train was lead by CN 3200 (ET44AC) with CN 3061 (ET44AC) as the rear DPU.
Pot-pourri de traductions possibles de "escape"
"échapper, se dégager, échappée, s'échaper, esquive, échappement, évasion, fuite, sortie, dégagement..."
L'embarras du choix pour choisir la vôtre.
Westport, Cape Foulwind sur le bord de la Mer de Tasman, Ile du Sud, NZ
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NZ, Ile du sud | NZ, South Island album
NZ, Ile du nord | NZ, North Island album
That is closest species I can find, the legs look the right colour & markings look like a male photo in the book. In our local wood.
(I know that this description is lengthy. I tried to make it as short as possible.)
~ Of the Seven Divines ~
"A Primer on the Worship of the Major Gods and Goddesses in the Lands of Galacia and Beyond."
Thorne Babblebrook ~ Willowstone Historian
Since the dawn of civilization in the lands of Galacia and beyond, there have been stories told of beings that exist beyond our sight and comprehension who have shaped the mortal realm. These unseen forces have guided the fate of all beings from an unknown and unglimpsed realm known as the Vale of the Mists. The invisible hands of these deities have helped to raise great kingdoms and topple them down again. They are responsible for the changes in the seasons, the rising and setting of the sun, and the victory or defeat of armies on the field of battle. The Seven Divines, as they have become known, represent the major forces of the natural world.
Enril – Enril is the patron god of justice, honor, and light. He is seen as being the chief of all the Seven Divines and one of the beings of the Holy Triad. Enril has ruled over the mortal realm since time immemorial. It was Enril who first decided bestow upon the world the races of men, dwarves, elves, and orcs, and to these races he gave the initial spark of civilization. Enril is seen as being a distant god, only because he prefers to allow his races to prove themselves worthy of the gifts that he has given them. Enril is also seen as being responsible for the celestial movements of the heavenly bodies and the natural rhythm of the universe. Enril is worshipped by a majority of followers. Kings, rulers, and clerics especially appreciate him for his emphasis on justice and light.
Gnar – Gnar is the patron god of the wisdom, magic, and the earth. Gnar, the blind god, is another of the Holy Triad, and the oldest of the Seven Divines. Ancient beyond description, Gnar maintains all of the collected knowledge of the ages and he is the god responsible creating the force known as magic and bestowing the gifting upon a selected few. Wizards, mages, and historians all revere the wisdom of Gnar, and through complicated rituals they commune with his knowledge of the unknown as they unravel the various mysteries of the universe. Residing mostly in his dimly lit cavern, Gnar is more than happy to depart shreds of wisdom upon the worthy, but never so much so that a mortal may become too powerful in their pursuit of the arcane.
Zephyria – Zephyria is the patron goddess of life, nature, and the winds. She is the final member of the Holy Triad, and she is the second most widely worshipped deity. Zephyria, the most involved of the Seven Divines in the lives of mortals, loves all living things and sees each being as one of her children. Zephyria is also seen as being responsible for weather patterns, climates, and the winds, it is for this reason that farmers, archers, rangers, and sailors worship her with reverence. She is also the creator of all the flora and fauna that exists beneath the heavens and in the sea. Zephyria has molded new races in her image, such as the dryad, satyr, and other spirits of the natural realm who live to protect the wilderness that Zephyria loves so dearly.
Argoth – Argoth, the only god of the Seven Divines recognized by the barbarian Morni of Grey Fogg, is the patron god of warfare, fire, and steel. By most, Argoth is worshipped as a god who appears in the form of a man, though the Morni have taken to associating the powerful Argoth with the form of a strong mountain bear. Often times, the superstitious Morni refer to Argoth as the Great Bear of the North. Outside of Grey Fogg, the main groups who worship Argoth are those of the warrior class, fighting men who value strength and courage, and those who work the forge. He is a very primitive and unforgiving god, and his followers rarely pray to him as they feel it will do them no good since Argoth will not save those weak enough to plead for his help. Though, soldiers will often utter a few solemn words in Argoth’s honor prior to a battle, asking for him to guide their hand in battle so that they may send him the souls of fellow warriors for judgement before his granite throne.
Narci – Narci is the patron goddess of love, beauty, and the arts. Being a lesser deity, and a creation of Gnar, Narci does not have the power wielded by those in the Holy Triad. Even so, she does have a strong following amongst those involved in the world of art. Many playwrights, painters, and musicians look to Narci as their muse. Lovers also look to Narci as a source of inspiration, and marriage ceremonies are generally conducted in her honor. Narci’s major weakness is her extreme vanity, which tends to get her into trouble with the other Divines.
Tidus – Tidus is the patron god of the tides and of all the seas of the mortal world. He is also known as the Sea King of Unda, the realm of the sea nymphs and the mermaids. Tidus, initially a creation of Zephyria, was raised to the level of a Divine in order to better protect the seas and waterways of the mortal realm, and to rule over the submariner race spirits known as the Nereid. Tidus has been known to give in to intense bouts of anger that lead to great storms, crashing waves, and devastating whirlpools. It is for this reason that sailors, fishermen, and ship makers take their worship of the temperamental god seriously.
“The Black One” – It has no name, no form, and no voice... but all are aware of the existence of this being of pure darkness. It is the patron god of death, destruction, and evil. “The Black One” exists for the sole purpose of sowing discord amongst the races of the mortal realm. Few chose to worship this Divine, though it has collected a small following amongst necromancers, thieves, outcasts, and others who live on the shadowy fringe of society. “The Black One” was once a respected Divine, however it lusted for power and was cast out of the Vale of the Mists for conspiring against its kin. “The Black One” now languishes and waits for its opportunity to strike back at the deities who cast it out. To aid in spreading death and destruction, this deity has created various repulsive races such as the vampires, werewolves, and gargoyles that favor the darkness of night and tread more in the realm of the dead than the land of the living.
...wherever freedom is really exercised, this happens in stretching beyond all individual data into the ineffable, quiet, incomprehensible infinity of the primeval unity of all thinkable reality, in an anticipation of God. Thus we experience precisely in freedom what is meant by God. . . . God is not one of the many realities with which we are concerned in the freedom of our affirmation or rejection, but originally he is the infinite horizon which alone makes the free choice of individual things possible. As such a horizon God is always encountered in the free act and is present in it.
-Karl Rahner, “True Freedom,” 203–64.
So I’ve been putting off giving my curvy Fashionista joints cuz I’m so lazy but my knock off Triad Alpha body has similar proportions?
Idk but I wished the Alpha body had bigger thighs and a tummy so i might keep curvy on this body lol.
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Hi everyone!
Yes I know, another Christmas shot, sorry... but I couldn't resist to post it :P, specially thinking about a title for this shot and trying to write the sound in English (sorry if the title is not very accurate but English is not my mother tongue).
So, I googled for trying to find how the native English speakers write the trumpet sound and I found this video which is very bad but at least I found that native English speakers write the trumpet sound... anyways if it is not accurate, please let me know...
Otherwise, I took this photo close to my office, at the Christmas Market, I have another shots but I will post them probably tomorrow...
Hope you like it!
Good night everyone!
are these Northern Flickers or Red-bellied Woodpeckers... I lean towards Flickers but need a positive I.D if possible
friend brought this to my office; his grandmother died before he could ask her where it came from; any ideas?
The only possible way to show Twin Falls without branches is to "get down" and in the water to shoot, and I did.....probably for the last time.
I only saw those two odd brown streaks on the far right hand side after I got home. It's not dirt or silt. I have no idea what that is! Oh, wait! Maybe it is silt. I see some light brown elsewhere across the falls.
Leipziger Buchmesse 2016 / Leipzig Book Fair 2016
2016-03-19 (Saturday)
2016_027
2016#236
-Lissy (Lisa) 554191 as Shego from Kim Possible
Thank you for any group invites which I'd be glad to accept. However, if I can't check the content of such groups ("This group is not available to you") I'd rather not add any of my photos. Thanks for your understanding.