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(*LOUD, ECHOING CRASH*)
• Jadis the White Witch: •
I have had it with these soft, show off-ing, sentimental pricks!
Just crawl up onto my Stone Table now; I swear I'll make it quick!
If it's a war with me you want, then that precisely I shall grant:
I'd let you ask my sister 'bout the verbal bombs I drop, but can't!
I'm like Gnorga: make a statue of even a slight snitch,
So get stoked for a fight, bitches; you've woken the White Witch!
Lyrics delightful as the lokum I'll make any sucker crave;
You phonies think yourselves magicians? You're unfit to be my slaves!
I'll turn this place into a Charnel house before this battle's over;
I'm the North's true wicked one: not that Green Kirtle-wearing poser!
Bite into you like a silver apple from the Tree of Youth;
Jinn-Giant Jadis Ettins-more than dwarfs you munchkins, it's the truth!
I've got a loyal force of ghastly ghouls to massacre your butts;
You've but a snowman, and your chanting fools secretly hate your guts!
My wolf police will make a meal of anyone they find suspicious,
But I need no help to stomp you out as hard as I did Christmas!
(*Is suddenly shot in the head and face repeatedly and well beyond the point of death in spectacularly gruesome fashion*)
• Elsa: •
Christ!
• Aslan: •
(*Puts away dual-wielded fully-automatic sniper rifles*)
Well, aren't you quick at putting two and two together?
Either way, the deed is done: the witch's Winter curse is severed.
Here, I'd thought you three would have to help me out there, but whatever;
I doubt anyone will be complaining, least of all the weather.
(*The harshly frigid Winter air dominating the surrounding environment begins to subside as long-overdue Spring starts kicking in*)
• Hans: •
Well, this is awkward.
Fries: This does not accord to plan.
Simon: What happens next?
Aslan: The sorceress is slain, my children; what's it now that has you vexed?
Hans: It's Elsa here with whom we travelled all this way to pick a bone!
Fries: We want to kick her ass!
Simon: …And tap it, maybe.
Hans: I just want her throne!
Aslan: That's battery, rape and takeover, dudes: all crimes, and highly grievous!
Hans: We don't really care!
Aslan: Yeah, well I do; I'm literally Jesus!
Fries: Look, I'll freeze you, man.
Aslan: I'd like to see you try, you wretched speck!
Simon: Can't we just talk this out?
• Elsa: •
I'm thinking not, so let me interject:
Don't bother making up excuses, Hans: your ill-intent is plain;
I should have ended you when I'd the chance before, you royal pain,
And as for you two rimy rejects who would help him to his goal,
You better scram before this Queen of Frozen Hearts sees noggins roll!
It's time to let you go for good; leave you beyond all fixing-up!
Hans: No, wait!
Elphaba: Don't look at me! Why am I even saying this line?
ENOUGH!!!
What is this sacrilege I wake to with the thawing of Winter's spell?
Your quarreling profanes the future site of my crown-citadel!
For this trespass upon unholy ground as from my sleep I rise,
My first official act as king shall be extinguishing your lives!
• Arthas the Lich King: •
I'm fully-rested-up and back again to launch my grand regime,
Impaling you just like my orc-and-child-selves within my dreams!
The Scourge Invasion is upon thee; best believe you should be scared,
And though I hate to quote that elven pansy: you are not prepared!
I'm not that baby of a Lich that Simon knows; you better kneel.
This ain't the Wrathgate; no diss you can plague me with will make me yield!
I'm Arthas…
Sindragosa: (*Roar*)
Arthas: …And I'm heartless!
Sindragosa: (*Roar*)
Arthas: Watch me raise every carcass; lead armies of darkness!
• Elphaba: •
In all my life and times, I've never met a foe so brutal!
Simon: I can see it with my Wizard Eyes: his claims of strength are truthful!
Fries: Yo, messiah-lion, stop him!
Aslan: I fear trying would be in vain,
For I've not felt so overpowered since the height of Telmar reign!
• Arthas: •
The words of Yogg-Saron have nothing on the madness mine incite,
And no gunship is on its way to let you flee this hopeless fight.
A god before the mighty Vrykul, whence the lowly man descends;
Frostmourne doth hunger for your souls, and by its blade your flesh will rend!
• Elsa: •
Now, just you listen, Mr. Hero-to-Sub-Zero: you're no match for me;
Bring ice instead of ash, but still I'll shatter your phylactery!
Your necromantic quackeries don't frighten me one bit;
Like good ol' Bolvar and his fiery will, to you I shan't submit!
• Arthas: •
To vanquish me, you think your prestidigitation satisfactory?
I've seen more heedfulness from Leeroy Jenkins in the hatchery!
Now feel my fury: no deus ex machina will save,
When I release my Wrath in full and send you to your final graves!
(*SLASH*)
…
…Oh…
…Look at that…
…I've been impaled.
(*SLICE, RIP, THRUST, TEAR*)
Ganon: DIE!
• Hans: •
Well, well, well, look at this:
It would appear that I've just saved all your lives, and right in the nick of time!
Now, would anyone here know what that makes me?
Ganon: A big damn hero, sir!
Hans: Indeed, the pig-faced harbinger of death speaks the truth!
As for you, Elsa, and now that I'm finally in a position to be formally demanding this:
Either become my queen consort, surrender your regency of Arendelle to me, or die; the choice is yours.
Elsa: …Hans, you magnificent bastard! I wil–
??????: Hey! Hey, you guys! Over here!
Hans: …What the… Uncle Tyrion?! How in the world did you–
• Tyrion Lannister: •
There's no time to explain; we need to hurry!
…
……
…Uh, did you not hear what the spirit of Arthas' father just said?
Hans: No, no I didn't; I was too distracted by my glorious moment of villainous triumph, and I'm pretty sure Moleman was, too.
Announcer: GUILTY AS CHARGED!
Tyrion: …Oh… Well, long story short, someone has to put on this helm and become the new Lich King, and fast, or else we'll be in store for a zombie apocalypse so massive that even Rick Grimes, Frank West, Tank Dempsey, Jill Valentine, Ash Williams and Bill Overbeck would all be like, "AW, HELL NAW!"
Hans: Well, it's going to have to wait as far as I'm concerned, because nothing is going to spoil the victory I have worked so lo…
…Wait, did you just say there's a king status up for grabs?
Tyrion: Well, if you want to put it that way, then yes! Whoever wears this helmet will be bestowed with the unimaginable burden of powers so–
• Hans: •
(*Grabs Helm of Domination from Tyrion*)
Yoink!
Elsa, scratch that ultimatum and consider yourself very, very fortunate.
Elsa: …What? You can't seriously expect me to just forgive and forget after all you've done to me just because of some contrived convenience that's let you have your way at someone else's expense!
Hans: I can, and I do.
Look…
…Just think of it this way…
…You could say that my advice for you here is to…
(*Puts on Helm of Domination*)
…Let It Go.
The Who: YEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!
WHO WON?
(Meet the new boss…)
WHO'S NEXT?
(…Same as the old boss…)
I DECIDE!!!!!!!!!!!
MOLEMAN'S EPIC RAP BATTLES!!!!!!!!!! (SEASON 3!)
The Fuller Building or as it is better known, the Flatiron Building, was one of the tallest buildings in New York City upon its completion in 1902. Designed by Chicago's Daniel Burnham with John Wellborn Root in the Beaux-Arts style, it also bears the influence of architectural trends introduced at the 1893 World's Columbian Exposition in Chicago, combining elements of French and Italian Renaissance. Its triangular plan was a clever response to the awkward site produced by the intersection of Broadway and Fifth Avenue at at 23rd Street, Fifth Avenue, and Broadway, facing Madison Square.
Like a classical Greek column, its limestone and glazed terra-cotta façade, whose forms simulate the effects of rustication, is separated into three parts horizontally. Since it was one of the first buildings to use a steel skeleton, the building could be constructed to 285 feet, which would have been very difficult with other construction methods of that time. At the rounded tip, the triangular tower is only 6.5 feet (2 meters) wide. The 22-story Flatiron Building, with a height of 285 ft (87 meters), is often considered the oldest surviving skyscraper in Manhattan, though in fact the Park Row Building (1899) is both older and taller.
When completed, it was officially named the Fuller Building after the building's promoter George Fuller. Locals took an immediate interest in the building, placing bets on how far the debris would spread when the wind knocked it down and nicknaming it "the Flatiron" because of the building's resemblance to the irons of the day. The building is also said to have helped coin the phrase "23 skidoo" or scram, from what cops would shout at men who tried to get glimpses of women's dresses being blown up by the winds created by the triangular building.
Today the Flatiron is a home to several book publishers, most of them under the umbrella of Holtzbrinck Publishers. It was featured in the Spiderman movies as the office of the newspaper, the Daily Bugle.
The Ladies Mile Historic District, an irregular district defined roughly from 18th Street to 24th Street and Park Avenue South to Avenue of the Americas, preserves 440 buildings on 28 blocks. Between the Civil War and World War I, the district was the location of some of New York's most famous department stores, including Lord & Taylor, B. Altman, W. & J. Sloane, Arnold Constable, Best & Co., and Bergdorf Goodman. Also included is Daniel H. Burnham's Flatiron Building, at Fifth Avenue and 23rd Street; most of the Ladies' Mile Historic District lies within the Manhattan neighborhood named after that building, the Flatiron District.
In 2007, the Flatiron Building was ranked #72 on the AIA 150 America's Favorite Architecture list.
The Flatiron Building was designated a landmark by the New York City Landmarks Preservation Commission in 1966. The Ladies Mile Historic District was designated a historic district by the New York City Landmarks Preservation Commission in 1989.
National Register #79001603 (1979)
Being involved in the Strangers Project has provided me with a certain power and boldness that I normally would not have. For example, like most people at weddings, I tend to congregate only with friends and family members. Yet at the wedding that I attended this past weekend, I chatted with three complete strangers and took their pictures for my project.
Tiffanie was the third stranger that I met from the wedding. Unbeknownst to me, she too is a relative of the bride. She is originally from Paris, France, but now lives in Austin, TX. She said, as beautiful as Paris may be, she moved to the United States because there are more opportunities in this country.
Tiffanie works for Apple in their online French Division. I asked her if it’s because she can speak French, she replied with a smile “yes.” And she loves working for Apple.
While we were talking, her boyfriend came over to tell her something (probably to tell me to scram). After he left, I asked Tiffanie if he also lives in Austin. She said he actually lives in Virginia. Of course curiosity got the best of me and I had to ask how they met. She used to live and work in Maryland and that’s how they first got together. So far the long-distance relationship seems to be working out.
Tiffanie, thank you for participating in my project. Have a safe trip back to Texas.
This picture is #28 in my 100 Strangers Project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the www.flickr.com/groups/100strangers/
Foundations Exhibit -
Sydney's original graffiti artists paint side by side with the Insomniaks (formerly Ignore Mainstream crew), Sydney's very own newschool delegates.
Foundations is curated by Phibs in association with aMBUSH Gallery and will include artists such as Paze, Spice, Styles, Scram, Kerupt, Prins, Mare, Kade, Rexy, Gane 2, Mystery, Houster, Kode 2, Poser, Yzer, Oricks, Oke,
[19:01] Mye Piers puts her free hand over one ear as the shrieking commences. Other arm still hooked around Sable's. "Maybe this was a bad idea," she says to the red head.
[19:02] Sable Levee laughs giggling as holding onto Mye looks around as if in an daze." oh we made it." points to an sign." see the four whores." frowning then as hears Mye
[19:04] Bitter Varnish if anyone else was surprised by Sue's outburst it certainly wasn't Kamy. She rolled her eyes and mimicked Sue's little speach with the mocking movement of her lips. She took another swig of beer and an apologetic shrug to Phoebe. "she mad because snakeman fools her into loving him. He bites us and it makes our bodies burn. We try to kill him but he no dies. "
[19:04] Phoebe Scribe blinked when the one sister storms out, and glanced up to Kamy. "I reckon we can talk 'bout this later if ya. Ya know. Need to go." She looked awkwardly between the boy at the door and the remaining sister. "Yeah, that sucks. Maybe jus'... stay away? Sorry... " To River, she shakes her head back and forth rapidly while waiting for Kamy.
[19:05] Mye Piers still has her hand over one ear. "Whores ?? Four of them ??" Mye looks up at the sign Sable points to and laughs. "Nah, that says Four Horsemen, silly." She squints a few times. "Does kinda look like Four Whores, though. Hrmmm. Anywho. " Mye moves towards the door of the bar. "C'mon let's at least go in. Better not be anymore screaming in there."
[19:06] River Grau 's head turns to the woman next to him. "Cut off his head or stab his heart. That gets most things dead, and if it's a snake.. well.." There was a fw blinks sent to Phoebe, "Huh? What I do...? Fine, I'll just stay here as a customer." He takes the credits out of his pocket, "I want some of that sass rot beer stuff."
[19:07] Sable Levee frowns as looks like four whores to her golden eyes squinting to peer at the sign, Mot hearing any yelling herself follows in after Mye.
[19:09] Mye Piers pushes the door open and walks in with Sable still hooked to her arm. "Whaddup, Frank n' Beans ??!!" The exclamation quite exuberant. Especially for Mye.
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[19:11] Bitter Varnish jumps a little at the shouting woman who entered, glancing between hr and the boy who is drinking beer and advising her how to kill people. "I think this not talk for bar. I come back daytime and we talk, yes?" she drained the last of her beer.
[19:12] Sable Levee laughs even harder as coo's." franks and beans in four whores.." cheeks flushed as head still lightheaded sways. Leaning into Mye as looks around with unfosed golden eyes." I want an beer.."
[19:14] Phoebe Scribe gives a look that says she'll explain later. Or try to badly. Something like that. A brown glass bottle is set before River, and she sweeps the credits into the till with the side of her hand. Her eyes dart to the door when it opens. When did the 4H become the spot to be? The greeting from Mye gets a small grin, but then it falls right off her face when she sees Sable. "We closin' in five." Her hand reaches into her jacket pocket to fire off a text. "Nothin' else served."
[19:15] River Grau looks over his shoulder as he hears Sable, a small frown apparing on his lips. "Hey, crack-whore." Quickly, he moves out of hitting distance of Sable.. since a lot of their conversations ended that way. Eyes still on the woman at the bar. "All I'm saying is, if you can't kill somebody normal ways.. usually it works if you cut of their head or stab their heart." The bottle was quickly taken and opened so that he could sip from it.
[19:16] Mye Piers looks from Kamy to Sable. Then from Sable to Kamy. "Why y'all gotta make me feel all less good looking , huh ??" She unhooks her arm from Sable's and lets out a huff. Though she can't help but start laughing at the Frank n' Beans in the Four Whores comment. One hand covers her mouth to hopefully drown out most of the sound. Mye clears her throat a few times as she attempts to regain composure and order. "A beer ...eh ?? Closing ?? Uhmmm... okay." Mye is slightly thrown off kilter by this. "I was here at midnight the other day though." River's crack whore comment doesn't phase Mye. Brain still befuddled about the bar closing in five.
[19:20] Sable Levee frowns as hears they are closing still not remembering whom Phoebe is she just sways dizzy when Mye lets goes of her arm. Doing as half step of an swing as seeing iver but basicly leaving him alone. Says again," I want an beer.." not minding if it is one to go sweat glistening to flush of her face
[19:21] Phoebe Scribe shakes her head and glowers now. She was going to hang up her bartending gig here if the nights kept going as lousy as they had been. Her look focuses intently at Sable. "An' I said. Closin' time. Time to go. All ladies out the door, thank ya an' good night." She'd push her phone back into her pocket, but her look never left Sable.
[19:22] River Grau frowns, finding the two acting a little odd. "It's like that day when Ston tried stuff. They're fuckin' hammered. What you think they took?" He takes a step forward towards Myre and Sable. "Better leaves, c'mon. Get. Everybody's closing." He would purposely stand between Phoebe and the two, trying to crowd them so that they moved towards the door.
[19:31] Mye Piers scratches at her forehead. Sweat is picked up under her fingernails as they travel down her face. "Ewww," she grimaces at this. Eyes look back to Phoebe but only find River's apparantly huge head. "Woah." Mye's eyes widen and she blinks slowly. "You're head is -huge-," she says to River. Mye makes no comment about Sable and her being stoned. But she really doesn't like the way River is telling them to scram. "Mhhmmm," she hums. The sound comes from deep within her chest. Mye must be really high. There's a red gnome with a huge head almost on top o f her and Phoebe is acting unlike herself. "Okay. I gotta go," she says as she fans herself. Next time, less syth. Definitely, less syth.
[19:34] Sable Levee just looks at the girl strangly as she is stared at frowning now as they are all but bum rushed out the door. Snarling as not happy of the fact having forgot with the drugs of why she should stay away from here in the first place, Calling out," four whores is whoring no beer tonight.." laughing then as finding that extremely funny begins as sing song melody of the phrase. Following close on Mye's heels as she exits the bar," four whores sucks.." she is sure to remember later
[19:37] Phoebe Scribe nodded her head, her jaw set tight. "Yeah see ya Mye. Ya come back next time, don't bring that one with ya." She turns towards the Winchester there on the shelf, and looks at River with a shake her head, muttering under her breath.
[19:37] River Grau stands as straight as he could to make himself seem taller, his fingers gripping around the bottle given to him earlier in case he had to use it. It was mostly full, so it would be a waist of sarsaparilla. "And you're a cunt. Yeah, you gotta go. Right now." Relaxing slightly as he watches them leave, his eyes stay focused on them to make sure they weren't coming back. He didn't notice the shake of his head or mutter.
[19:39] Mye Piers thinks she's having a very bad trip. Sable's jokes aren't funny. They're confusing. She a tad daunted as she steps foot outside. Not really exactly sure if she just got kicked out or not. But it seemes that way. Definitely less syth. Mye looks over at Sable and the good time she's apparantly having. "At least you're having fun," she snorts. Phoebe';s words aren't heard really nor River's over Sable's laughter.
[19:43] Phoebe Scribe breathes out then, along with a series of words in something that sounded like a hick French accent. All she retained of her mother's native tongue were choice swear words of course. She spins and looks at River. "Sorry. What was it that ya wanted?"
[19:46] River Grau turns and looks at Phoebe, an ear flicking at the foreign words. "Wasn't sure if I can write the stories and stuff. Last one had family, dunno if I wanna deal with it. And too bothered if that stuff has to deal with my family, ya'know? Maybe I just can give yah the leads. Or help.. But ugh, too much. Plus, I'm working at the Kitchen and Madre's now too. Plus still hiding from 'em." Lifting the bottle, he takes a sip of the liquid inside.
[19:46] Sable Levee golden eyes look at Mye as already fogetting they where just tossed out of the bar the song stopped as just shifts swaying body," I want to get fucked.." looking around as thinks." lets go drink Tanks beer.." as she can always get free drinks there
[19:48] Phoebe Scribe didn't react to River's words at first, simply staring -- maybe assessing something. "I get it. It ain't easy, believe me. Leads are fine. Like the original gig we talked about? Boss'll be fine with that." She plants a hand on the bar and narrowed her eyes. "Where's ya getup? Thought ya was hidin' still?"
[19:49] Mye Piers doesn't know what to make of Sable's statement. Insecurities are not sexy. And Mye seems to have tons of them these days. "Uhmmm... ya know what ?? I'll catch up wityh ya later. My head is starting to fuck with me. Yeah. I'll just catch up with you later. Thanks for ...hangin'. I guess." Mye starts heading back towards the record store. Still befuddled. And sweating like a hog. Ewww. [[Gonna log for a while. Thanks for the rp. Smoochers and see ya soon<3]]
[19:51] Sable Levee frowns as watches Mye go but unphased heads off toward Midian calling out," don't be to long.." ( see ya hun enjoyed)
The JM97-R is a sporty civilian version of my old JM97 Police Bike. It has twin SCRAM-Jet Engines coupled to a repulser lift, and can do 240MPH. The body was streamlined to be more aerodynamic and lighter than the police version.
The original police version was built in 1997-ish. It was inspired by the Playstation video game Jet Moto. To see the police version of this bike click the link below:
www.flickr.com/photos/117015672@N02/27290469340/in/photol...
"The SA-43 Endo/Exo-Atmospheric Attack Jet ("Hammerhead") is the main-stay of the Marine Corps. Their SCRAM engines enable them to fly in atmosphere and the almost complete vacuum of space. Following the modular design of aircraft of the late 20th century, Hammerheads can be adapted for normal combat, search and rescue, and possibly other missions."
Prepare yourself for some gritty space action waaay before a BSG reboot (featuring 90's hairdo and sometimes weird dialog)!
"Space: Above and beyond" (or Space: 2063 in german TV) was quite contrary to my beloved Star Trek. Nonetheless I liked it a lot back then. Most prominently of course, the iconic Hammerhead attack jet.
More information on Rebrickable: SA-43
The JM97 Police Speeder bike is a futuristic Hover Bike was built to be able to acend above conjested city traffic and fly over to the scene of a crime, or to pursue villans. It has twin SCRAM-Jet Engines coupled to a repulser lift, and can do 230MPH.
This is one of my oldest standing MOC's originally built in 1997-ish. It was inspired by the Playstation video game Jet Moto. I built two of these for my city. This one has been updated recently with new parts to give it a cleaner look (old parts were very dusty) and to add tail lights. Otherwise this model has been unchanged since I first built it. It carries the same equiptment, (a Flashlight/gun and a radio), as Lego's 6324 Police Trike did back in the day.
SCRAM Alcohol Bracelet is mostly worn by offenders who have been sentenced for home monitoring or who are convicted while driving under the influence. This is a way to lower the risk of DUI (driving under the influence).
Jaina Lefevre climbs up from the bench and the branch and gets on the top of the wall. She creeps along the top, staying as low as she can until she gets closer, then gets on her belly and wiggles closer still. The slingshot comes out of her pocket and she loads it up, tongue caught between her teeth as she aims for the non-broken light on the closest barricade.
Reinhardt Stenvaag remains silent as he watches the motions. Even crouched, she was clearly visible, and her aim was obviously far to his left for the other barricade. he chalked it up to her wanting to finish off the one she started yesterday.
Jaina Lefevre is a white haired kid in bright pink bows. Not exactly camouflage. She lets the ball bearing go and hisses as it hits the Kaos bags, knocking them over. Digging in her pocket, she goes for more ammo.
Reinhardt Stenvaag watches the powder fly into the air. He had thought they got all the bags, but Kaos moved quick to replace them. If only they had shown up on the video cameras. He made she he wasn't downwind from the airborn powder, not wanting that shit anywhere near him. He called over "Close. Take your time while you aim."
Jaina Lefevre blinks and looks up at him, then grins and nods, shifting her position slightly and lining up the shot. Tongue tip caught between her teeth, she focuses...and lets fly.
Reinhardt Stenvaag watches as the ball bearing clips the glass light, not a dead on shot, but enough to tear through the side of it, shattering the glass from the force of the bearing. He nodded appreciatively. "Keep up the work, and you may qualify for service one day kid."
Jaina Lefevre snorts at that. "Nuh uh. Gonna be like my Mommy. Better monies." She grins and sets up another ball bearing. "You might wanna move, mister. I gots two more lights..."
Reinhardt Stenvaag snorts "Yeah.. spoken like a merc. All money, no purpose." His appreciation of the child just went from 60 to 0 in 2.5 seconds. "Scram kid. No more target practice here. THats the one time I say it."
Jaina Lefevre shakes her head. 'Not a merc. Soldier...just not Youaysee. I likes soldiers. Even you guys. But I'm too smart t'be a grunt."
Reinhardt Stenvaag laughs "Soldiers work for a government. Your mama works for her pocket book. Thats a merc." She had balls for a brat.
Jaina Lefevre shakes her head again. "Nope. Mama works t'bring the foods in so's people don't starves and stuff. She's a Major."
Reinhardt Stenvaag nods "She is. A major waste of space. Now piss off." he said, hand moving to the pistol at his right hip.
Jaina Lefevre lines up the shot at that and lets fly - right at him. Center mass. But then again, her aim... "You DON'T talk about my MAMA like THAT!"
Reinhardt Stenvaag takes the ball bearing in his vest. He knew her aim had been good with the speed of it (thankfully slingshots were NOT as fast as actual guns) had seen it flying for him. He let it hit his vest, grunting as it would bruise his chest after but the vest stoped any damage. He drew his pistol and holding it at arms length, aimed for the kid. "You've assaulted a marine. That is a trip to the LDC." Though of note, he hadnt fired, nor moved closer. Just intimidation tactics for the moment.
Jaina Lefevre has no idea what the LDC is but she doesn't care. She's pissed that he insulted her mom! She sits up to get better aim and fires at him again. "You ain't a marine, you is a BOOGERFACE! You don't say mean things about my MAMA!"
Reinhardt Stenvaag took a step to the left, not wanting the bearing in his chest again, but this time it richocheted off the much thinner armor on his upper arm (the one not holding teh gun). He growled in pain, this one HAD hurt. He lowered his aim visibly, and fired, a single bullet flying at teh concrete below the girl.
Jaina Lefevre jerks as the bullet flies a little too close and the concrete chips fly up, stinging bare skin. She flattens to her belly and crawls back a couple of feet, then pulls out a couple of ball bearings, putting two in the sling this time and firing them at him, then crawling backwards as soon as the shot let go. "You...you SHITHEAD!" Yep...that's the worst word she knows. So far.
Isabo Baxton pauses briefly at the sounds of the gun shots, screams, "HOLY SHIT!" tears off looking for cover.
Reinhardt Stenvaag this time he hops to the side to avoid the bearings, one bouncing off the concrete barrier too near to him. "Thats it kid. You're fucked. You are under arrest." he said, slapping his pistol into the holster, and charging forward. Though with teh amount of moves in this post, he was literaly just STARTING teh charge, not getting very far yet
Rai Pawpad grins and bounces down the slide to the base of the wall. "Jaina! " He hisses up to her. "Watcha doin?"
Jaina Lefevre scrambles back a little more, then as she sees him charging, she rolls and grabs the edge of the wall, swinging herself down into the park with a yelp and a thud. She starts running... "Go! He's gonna 'rest me!"
Sarraah Huntress wanders out of the base to the sound of gunfire and apparently ball bearings. She lifts up her heavy machine gun which was unslung and pulls the heavy cocking handle back, making a very metallic latching sound and aims the weapon up at about 30 degrees into the sky and unloaded around ten rounds into the air, the noise of the gun deafening at close range but generally loud further aay due tot he narrow confines and lack of open area
Reinhardt Stenvaag charges the wall, one foot planted against it as he lept, hands to the top and he swung over to fly through the air, landing hard in the grass beyond.
Rai Pawpad flattens ears at the sound of gunfire, leaping after Jaina.
Sarraah Huntress scrambled up onto the wall, her heavy weight and general size made it very difficult and a slow proces, using the chain link fence to help her up, the group would probably be long gone before she got up, if they kept running
Jaina Lefevre would be disappearing into the trees by now... She isn't talking, just running....
Reinhardt Stenvaag yells as he sprints, hopping over things as he continues to run in the only direction the kid could have gotten good speed at going, straight ahead "STOP NOW. YOU ARE UNDER ARREST. DONT MAKE US TAKE THIS TO YOUR MOTHER"
Sarraah Huntress hops down into the park, granted it was past their jurisdiction, but she couldn't leave Ciro on his own, she had no idea who was in there, so she ran as fast as she could, which wasn't very fast, weighed down by all of her kit. She was something of a juggernaut.
Rai Pawpad scrabbles after her into the underbrush, hissing, his heart pounding. He grabs at her arm, trying to keep her low in case they start shooting again. "Jaina, wait! Keep down, keep still! We can maybe get to the sewers, if we're quiet."
Reinhardt Stenvaag skids to a stop on the dirt trail. He knew they had come down here into the trees, but they were small, if slow, so hiding was in their favor. "You shot a marine. Your mother wont be happy. You can come with us now and behave like a big girl... or we can tell her and see what she does to you." he calls, a hand moving to a flashbang straped to his thigh.
Jaina Lefevre crouches down, gulping breaths and trying to stay as quiet as she can. She stares at Rai, wide-eyed and then peers through the grass and brush up slope where she hears the crashing boots and creaking gear. She wipes a smear of blood and dirt off her cheek and looks at Rai. "He's lying." she barely breathes. "Mama won't let them take me."
Sarraah Huntress finally catches up to Ciro, but she isn't happy, she is fairly worn out, even after the short run, but she had equipment to make up for her lack of mobility. She huffs and steps up along Ciro and says to him quite sharply "What the fuck is going on here?"
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"I first started wrecking stuff in San Diego in 93 after a 3 year graffiti hiatus. I took a break because i was sickened by how mainstream it had become. Think about that, it was 1990 when i decided graf had sold out. Regardless, the wall calls you back whether you want it or not. So this 2am freestyle ran for a long minute. I painted with Clip and Scram, two old school San Diego writers."
How To Order Your Eggs
1. Sunny side up. Egg is not flipped, whites slightly runny and yolk is warm and runny.
2. Over Easy. Egg is flipped quickly white is runny and yolk is warm and runny.
3. Over Medium. White is cooked all the way, but yolk is still runny.
4. Over Medium Well. White is cooked all the way & yolk is slightly cooked.
5. Over Hard. White is cooked all the way, yolk is poked and cooked all the way.
6. Scram Soft. Eggs are whisked together & slightly uner cooked, look wet.
7. Scram. Eggs are whisked together & cooked all the way through.
8. Scram Hard. Eggs are whisked together, cooked until slightly brown.
9. Basted. Fried in a pan & water is added & a lid on top to barely cook. These are very runny.
10. Poached. Cooked in water like a boiled egg without the shell. These are very soft and runny.
This is a busy time of year for me, but I managed to slap together an hour's worth of slap-happy rock 'n' roll for you, the listener. From New Mexico come bands like The Scrams and Kilimanjaro Yak Attack. Some of the bands I've gotten to know from The GaragePunk Hideout are here like Lovestruck, The Manxx and J.J. & The Real Jerks. Plus we take a trip into Indian Country with a segment featuring goofy novelty songs from the '50s and elsewhere, as well as some rocking tunes from Native American artists. You'll have to slap yourself to realize you're not dreaming.
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Here's the playlist:
(Background Music: Slap It by Ronnie & His Twangy Little Fellow)
Bitch Slap Attack by Lovestuck
Chimp Necropsy by The Scrams
The Masks by Death
Omega Todd by Kilimanjaro Yak Attack
Cornfed Dames by The Cramps
(Background Music: Taos Pueblo by Impala)
Red Man by Slidin' Clyde Roulette
Indian Rock by The Musical Linn Twins
Big Chief Little Puss by The Olympics
Boppin' Wigwam Willie by Ray Scott
The Radical by Russell Means
Yata Hei by Keely Smith
Millennium Car by Keith Secola & His Wild Band of Indians
(Background Music: Geronimo by Link Wray)
Mustangs and Camaros by Stargunn
Where the Rio de Rosa Flows by '68 Comeback
Broke Yr Spell by The Manxx
Chicken Shack by Hellwood
Seersucker Suit by J.J. & The Real Jerks
(Background Music: Slappin' Rods and Leaky Oil by The Savoys)
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The first-ever SALISH 100, June 22-28, 2019, was a small-boat cruise running the length of Puget Sound--100 nautical miles from Olympia to Port Townsend, Washington, and including more than 100 watercraft ranging from Stand-Up Paddleboards to kayaks, rowing boats to pocket-cruising sailboats, and about 15 larger support boats, otherwise known as Motherships.
Organized by the Port Townsend Pocket Yachters group, the SALISH 100 was commercially sponsored by Duckworks Boat Builder's Supply of Port Townsend. Co-sponsors included the Northwest Maritime Center, the Puget Sound chapter of the Traditional Small Craft Association (TSCA), Kingston Mercantile & Marine, The Artful Sailor, Small Craft Advisor magazine, and the Gig Harbor Boat Shop.
Planned overnight stops along the route included Henderson Cove just east of Olympia WA, Penrose Point Marine State Park, Gig Harbor, Blake Island Marine State Park, the Port of Kingston, and Mats Mats Bay before the final destination of Port Townsend.
Boaters came in from all over North America to participate in the event, which promised to be the largest organized small-boat cruise in North America, if not the world.
Registration was free, and advance registration is being accepted for the 2020 SALISH 100 cruise. To add your name to the contact list for 2019 SALISH 100 updates, or to register for 2020, please email organizer Marty Loken at Norseboater22-at-mail.com (replace”-a- with the ampersand @!
The JM97 Police Speeder bike is a futuristic Hover Bike was built to be able to acend above conjested city traffic and fly over to the scene of a crime, or to pursue villans. It has twin SCRAM-Jet Engines coupled to a repulser lift, and can do 230MPH.
This is one of my oldest standing MOC's originally built in 1997-ish. It was inspired by the Playstation video game Jet Moto. I built two of these for my city. This one has been updated recently with new parts to give it a cleaner look (old parts were very dusty) and to add tail lights. Otherwise this model has been unchanged since I first built it. It carries the same equiptment, (a Flashlight/gun and a radio), as Lego's 6324 Police Trike did back in the day.
That modest dance school on the edge of Siem Reap town produced top dancers through the years. Doing their stretching exercise combined with the form of Cambodian Classical Ballet, the novice was trying to imitate the senior pupil here. This was 2010.
My last visit, most of the best dancers had been poached from this troupe by the better funded outfits like Smile of Angkor or big hotel show with promise of better pay. Capitalism at its best of course, so the school has scramed for more trainees in 2012. It's a sign of producing good products I supposed.
Western Gulls, Larus occidentalis. There's a story in these three adjacent pictures. When I first started looking at this rock, the chicks were hidden on the far side. What caught my attention was the squabble between the two adult gulls. I believe the squabble was the gull parent telling the other gull it was too close to its chicks and to scram.
Don't accidentally lean against one of the thousands of buttons, or you might abort the reactor and cost the United States the war!
Saturday, March 25, 2017
Intermission
Saps at Sea Tent, Proudly Present:
LAUREL AND HARDY – JUST ONE MORE TEENSY-WEENSY NIGHT!
Welcome back All Saps! To our second, 39th Anniversary Year Gathering of Marvelous Movie Delights and Humorous Hijinks!
Here your Grandest of Sheiks has assembled a night you will not soon forget. We have a "Special" Guest author in attendance, Mr. Craig Calman. Author of "100 Years of Brodies with Hal Roach: The Jaunty Journeys of a Hollywood Motion Picture and Television Pioneer". A loving look at the man responsible for being the boss of Stan and Ollie, and bringing to us those wonderful Comedy Classics we enjoy each and every meeting. I will interview Craig and he will share great stories and anecdotes. You can also purchase his fine book and have it autographed for a measly $30!
Our special program is JUST ONE MORE TEENSY-WEENSY.... Stan & Ollie and Alcohol, rarely mix. In this case hilariously so! You will see a glass lifting CartOOn, then what happens when you mix two vagrants, a mad Judge that wants them out of town, a drunken benefactor (The always inebriated Arthur Housman) and a tipsy Woman.... everything, in SCRAM! (1932) Then our guest comedian, Red Skelton, provides a demonstration of the wonders of Guzzler's Gin. After a tasty (Alcohol free) intermission, we will watch the recently restored BLOTTO (1930). Stan and Babe decide a night on the town is in order. Off to a Nightclub they go with some Prohibition Booze...they think. What happens when Stan's wife (Anita Garvin) gets a little suspicious? Come see in this evening of .... (Hick) sobriety. Oh yes, there will also be a few surprisses, I mean, surprises .... ah heck, just come and see. March 25th at Williams Hall next to the Trinity Church.
John Field
Your Grandest of Sheiks
The Fuller Building or as it is better known, the Flatiron Building, was one of the tallest buildings in New York City upon its completion in 1902. Designed by Chicago's Daniel Burnham with John Wellborn Root in the Beaux-Arts style, it also bears the influence of architectural trends introduced at the 1893 World's Columbian Exposition in Chicago, combining elements of French and Italian Renaissance. Its triangular plan was a clever response to the awkward site produced by the intersection of Broadway and Fifth Avenue at at 23rd Street, Fifth Avenue, and Broadway, facing Madison Square.
Like a classical Greek column, its limestone and glazed terra-cotta façade, whose forms simulate the effects of rustication, is separated into three parts horizontally. Since it was one of the first buildings to use a steel skeleton, the building could be constructed to 285 feet, which would have been very difficult with other construction methods of that time. At the rounded tip, the triangular tower is only 6.5 feet (2 meters) wide. The 22-story Flatiron Building, with a height of 285 ft (87 meters), is often considered the oldest surviving skyscraper in Manhattan, though in fact the Park Row Building (1899) is both older and taller.
When completed, it was officially named the Fuller Building after the building's promoter George Fuller. Locals took an immediate interest in the building, placing bets on how far the debris would spread when the wind knocked it down and nicknaming it "the Flatiron" because of the building's resemblance to the irons of the day. The building is also said to have helped coin the phrase "23 skidoo" or scram, from what cops would shout at men who tried to get glimpses of women's dresses being blown up by the winds created by the triangular building.
Today the Flatiron is a home to several book publishers, most of them under the umbrella of Holtzbrinck Publishers. It was featured in the Spiderman movies as the office of the newspaper, the Daily Bugle.
The Ladies Mile Historic District, an irregular district defined roughly from 18th Street to 24th Street and Park Avenue South to Avenue of the Americas, preserves 440 buildings on 28 blocks. Between the Civil War and World War I, the district was the location of some of New York's most famous department stores, including Lord & Taylor, B. Altman, W. & J. Sloane, Arnold Constable, Best & Co., and Bergdorf Goodman. Also included is Daniel H. Burnham's Flatiron Building, at Fifth Avenue and 23rd Street; most of the Ladies' Mile Historic District lies within the Manhattan neighborhood named after that building, the Flatiron District.
In 2007, the Flatiron Building was ranked #72 on the AIA 150 America's Favorite Architecture list.
The Flatiron Building was designated a landmark by the New York City Landmarks Preservation Commission in 1966. The Ladies Mile Historic District was designated a historic district by the New York City Landmarks Preservation Commission in 1989.
National Register #79001603 (1979)
Saturday, March 25, 2017
First half intro by John
Saps at Sea Tent, Proudly Present:
LAUREL AND HARDY – JUST ONE MORE TEENSY-WEENSY NIGHT!
Welcome back All Saps! To our second, 39th Anniversary Year Gathering of Marvelous Movie Delights and Humorous Hijinks!
Here your Grandest of Sheiks has assembled a night you will not soon forget. We have a "Special" Guest author in attendance, Mr. Craig Calman. Author of "100 Years of Brodies with Hal Roach: The Jaunty Journeys of a Hollywood Motion Picture and Television Pioneer". A loving look at the man responsible for being the boss of Stan and Ollie, and bringing to us those wonderful Comedy Classics we enjoy each and every meeting. I will interview Craig and he will share great stories and anecdotes. You can also purchase his fine book and have it autographed for a measly $30!
Our special program is JUST ONE MORE TEENSY-WEENSY.... Stan & Ollie and Alcohol, rarely mix. In this case hilariously so! You will see a glass lifting CartOOn, then what happens when you mix two vagrants, a mad Judge that wants them out of town, a drunken benefactor (The always inebriated Arthur Housman) and a tipsy Woman.... everything, in SCRAM! (1932) Then our guest comedian, Red Skelton, provides a demonstration of the wonders of Guzzler's Gin. After a tasty (Alcohol free) intermission, we will watch the recently restored BLOTTO (1930). Stan and Babe decide a night on the town is in order. Off to a Nightclub they go with some Prohibition Booze...they think. What happens when Stan's wife (Anita Garvin) gets a little suspicious? Come see in this evening of .... (Hick) sobriety. Oh yes, there will also be a few surprisses, I mean, surprises .... ah heck, just come and see. March 25th at Williams Hall next to the Trinity Church.
John Field
Your Grandest of Sheiks
Vacuum tube transportation designed by EARL R. STONEBRIDGE.
If such a project is possible, it can avoid all government regulations in both nations by being contructed beyond the 12 mile limits of offshore monitoring, thus becoming a true project found by citizens of two nations. The tax issue can be avoided by sending the revenue to a bank that is not connected by any ties to either japan or the usa, thus making the entire trans-pacific project historical in nature. There would be many details to be worked out in a project of this scope. The matter of ferrying the passengers beyond the limits, the matter of visa and passport validations, etc, but the entire project is feasible and one that i imagine will become a reality within the next two decades
The Fuller Building or as it is better known, the Flatiron Building, was one of the tallest buildings in New York City upon its completion in 1902. Designed by Chicago's Daniel Burnham with John Wellborn Root in the Beaux-Arts style, it also bears the influence of architectural trends introduced at the 1893 World's Columbian Exposition in Chicago, combining elements of French and Italian Renaissance. Its triangular plan was a clever response to the awkward site produced by the intersection of Broadway and Fifth Avenue at at 23rd Street, Fifth Avenue, and Broadway, facing Madison Square.
Like a classical Greek column, its limestone and glazed terra-cotta façade, whose forms simulate the effects of rustication, is separated into three parts horizontally. Since it was one of the first buildings to use a steel skeleton, the building could be constructed to 285 feet, which would have been very difficult with other construction methods of that time. At the rounded tip, the triangular tower is only 6.5 feet (2 meters) wide. The 22-story Flatiron Building, with a height of 285 ft (87 meters), is often considered the oldest surviving skyscraper in Manhattan, though in fact the Park Row Building (1899) is both older and taller.
When completed, it was officially named the Fuller Building after the building's promoter George Fuller. Locals took an immediate interest in the building, placing bets on how far the debris would spread when the wind knocked it down and nicknaming it "the Flatiron" because of the building's resemblance to the irons of the day. The building is also said to have helped coin the phrase "23 skidoo" or scram, from what cops would shout at men who tried to get glimpses of women's dresses being blown up by the winds created by the triangular building.
Today the Flatiron is a home to several book publishers, most of them under the umbrella of Holtzbrinck Publishers. It was featured in the Spiderman movies as the office of the newspaper, the Daily Bugle.
The Ladies Mile Historic District, an irregular district defined roughly from 18th Street to 24th Street and Park Avenue South to Avenue of the Americas, preserves 440 buildings on 28 blocks. Between the Civil War and World War I, the district was the location of some of New York's most famous department stores, including Lord & Taylor, B. Altman, W. & J. Sloane, Arnold Constable, Best & Co., and Bergdorf Goodman. Also included is Daniel H. Burnham's Flatiron Building, at Fifth Avenue and 23rd Street; most of the Ladies' Mile Historic District lies within the Manhattan neighborhood named after that building, the Flatiron District.
In 2007, the Flatiron Building was ranked #72 on the AIA 150 America's Favorite Architecture list.
The Flatiron Building was designated a landmark by the New York City Landmarks Preservation Commission in 1966. The Ladies Mile Historic District was designated a historic district by the New York City Landmarks Preservation Commission in 1989.
National Register #79001603 (1979)
Now I have to be careful when typing the selection of products, otherwise I might get a pregnancy test as opposed to a snack. It is more or less a matter of taste to mix foods with pregnancy test and condoms. And the Snacketti are advertised with a horror fish. Let's scram! Rheineck, Switzerland, March 21, 2014.
Ryan Helbach, a Hypersonic Research Engineer, stands in Hypersonic Combustion Research Cell 22, used in research into SCRAM jet technology at the Air Force Research Laboratory at Wright Patterson Air Force Base in Dayton, Ohio, Jul 21, 2016. Helbach is the program lead for AFRL's Intellect to Intellect Exchange (i2i Exchange) which pairs AFRL scientists and engineers with innovative private tech companies and created the AFRL Entrepreneurial Program allowing scientists and engineers to take sabbaticals to pursue outside for-profit goals. (U.S. Air Force photo by J.M. Eddins Jr.)
these are so cute when you see them closeup. They usually hang around with the ducks and get what they stir up..
You can tell that they are ready to scram
The 5 Star Motelles have a show tomorrow!
Voo Doo Scooter @ 2318 Central Ave (near the Frontier)
Free, All Ages, and Fantastic!
We're playing with The Scrams and The Dirty Novels. Come out if you're around!
Also playing SATURDAY the 23rd at 1016 Coal (near 10th)! All ages!
I debated making this black and white, but we all know I love my colors :)
Rapid Offensive Unit
- Short range, atmosphere-capable fighter and reconnaissance-unit.
- Aft and wingtip reaction thrusters allow for acrobatic maneuvering in vacuum.
- Primary drive uses some kinda gravity-field generator, which is supplemented with scram-jets when in atmosphere.
- Low radar, lidar, and EM profiles.
- Full electronic warfare suite.
- Crew complement: 2, with hybernation/suspension systems for both.
- Pilot has optional manual controls, tactical H.U.D., and holo-volumetric display.
The 2010 Steve Terrell Spooktacular.
Fe fe, fi fi, fo fo fum, it's a Monster's Holiday! Halloween is here again and it's the second anniversary of The Big Enchilada! Sit back with a cold glass of your favorite blood type and enjoy the ghoulish sounds of Stud Cole, Roky Erikson, Johnny Dowd, Deadbolt, The Monsters, The Fuzztones, The Scrams, Electricoolade, The Electric Mess, The Hydeouts, Marshmallow Overcoat and so many more. Rock your rockin' bones!
Here's the playlist
(Background Music: Zombie by The Big Guys)
You've Become a Witch by The Electric Mess
Monster's Holiday by The Plainsmen
Creeps at Night by The Hydeouts
Voodoo Moonshine by Deadbolt
The Witch by Stud Cole
La Llorona by The Scrams
Witchcraft in the Air by Bettye LaVette
(Background Music: Spooks-a-Poppin' Theme by The A-Bones)
Don't Shake Me Lucifer by Roky Erickson & The Resurectionists
I'm the Wolfman by The Fuzztones
Coffin Nails by Coffin Nails
The Zombie Stomp by Danny Ware
Breathing With the Dead by Organs
I Got the Creeps by Big John Bates
Frankenstein Meets The Beatles by Dickie Goodman
(Background Music: Zombie March by Dirtbag Surfers )
Spookie Boogie by Cecil Campbell's Tennessee Ramblers
Werewolf Dynamite by Kim Fowley
Zombiefied by Electricoolade
13 Ghosts by Marshmallow Overcoat
I Was a Teenage Werewolf by The Monsters
Demons and Goats by Johnny Dowd
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I have taken my Innova pinhole on some pretty good adventures in the short time I have had it, but none were quite as interesting as the trip inside a nuclear reactor. Back in July, four of us (all packing Hasselblads no less) made the trip out to Tri Cities to take the B Reactor tour at Hanford. I had never been inside a nuclear reactor before (I am not sure too many people can say they have) so I did not know what to expect. It was both more and less impressive than I had imagined. The sheer size of it, it just towers above you, and the weight of the history in the room really gets to you. But I get ahead of myself.
A bit of history. Hanford was built to make a bomb. Specifically Fat Boy that was dropped on Nagasaki in 1945. They didn't know they were going to build Fat Boy back then, but the point of Hanford was to produce a nuclear reactor (the world's first on this scale) to use non-fissile Uranium to make Plutonium, which could be used in a bomb (and was). Hanford was selected because it was vast and remote. Some 50,000 workers were brought in to build it, and they did, in complete secrecy in just over 12 months from 1943 to 1944. Nobody knew what Hanford was, not even the workers building it. The secrecy around the construction was so well kept that the workers themselves became disgruntled that they weren't doing something to help the war effort. Despite assurances that they were in fact building something of importance for the war their dissatisfaction eventually led to them pooling funds and contacting Boeing and having their own bomber built, which they donated to the Air Force.
Anyway, back to the reactor. The large cube-shaped thing in the center of the image is the reactor core itself. It is a five story tall graphite cube bored through with 2004 horizontal shafts. Aluminum pipes were inserted into the shafts and into those pipes a uranium slug (or several in one tube actually) would be inserted. At which point boron control rods would be removed and nuclear reaction would begin. River water from the Columbia would be pumped in at the rate of 75,000 gallons a minute. It would enter the reactor at a temperature of about 50 degrees and leave a little over a second later at about 190 degrees F. It was critically important that the water never reached boiling. Over time the rods would decay into Plutonium and workers would shove the rods out of the back of the reactor, at which point they were radioactive enough to kill an unshielded person in ten seconds, or so. In fact, Hanford to this day remains the most radioactivally polluted site in the U.S. Being the world's first production level reactor, they did not know as much as was probably prudent about nuclear waste, and much contamination occurred of the area and river. Amazingly, in Hanford's decades of operation, the reactor never had to be SCRAM'd and other than one case of exposure to Americium, there were no severe cases of radioactive exposure.
Whew. Anyhow, it is quite a trip. The tour lasts about two hours, you ride a bus out to the middle of the site. You can bring cameras! In fact, they give you 45 minutes or so after a tour and lecture to wander pretty much freely and photograph what you will. I think I only made seven exposures, I was so wrapped up in the history of it all. The tours are free, but they tend to fill up pretty fast once registration begins in the spring. Though one volunteer told me if I got a group of photographers together and called their offices they would arrange a special photographer tour.
There is a lot more I could say about this whole experience, and in a sense most of those words would not do the experience justice. There is a certain type of awe that settles over you when you are standing in front of something like this that just cannot really be described or photographed.