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I was hoping to try and portray some feeling of the heat in this shot and I think I managed but maybe it's just because I'm here in the heat. Coming from Scotland I'm not used to this level of heat and humidity, it was 35C (95F) but the humidity adds a new dimension to the heat. The residents here can't believe that a good day in Scotland is about 22C (72F) and we get about 5 of those a year :o)
It's why you find Scots descendents all over the world.... we were searching for some better weather ;o)
In Scotland at dusk the big splashes behind me are usually sea trout but I don't think they have sea trout here in the swamp... so I'm not sure what the thing was that made that big slappy splash behind me.
Please no graphics in your comments, unless it's from a group I've posted in - thanks
I'm a beagle "mix" rescue from a crappy puppy mill and Joe thinks maybe I won't chew up the cables or poop in the road cases. We don't know exactly what "mix" means either, but we're kind of hoping it means I'm just a regular stoopid beagle but without documentation, and not that I'm mixed with Great Dane or St. Bernard or Horse.
So far, they think I'm okay cuz I took care of some waste disposal chores outside.
Wait until I get bored.
They're hosed. :D
Also, nobody seems to know what my name is, but so far it sounds like it won't be Percy Dovetonsils, Dr. Elliot Nosewater, Sister Mary Cupcakes, Josephine the Plumber, Vlad the Impaler, Clownshoe, Skull, Slappy, Spanky, or Nipsey Russell.
Kumi: “You totally messed that one up. Gimme!” *snatches the cookie out from underneath the icing bag, mid-decoration*
Charley (exasperatedly): “Seriously, you have to stop doing that! Yuri gave me a dozen of these to decorate, and you’ve already eaten half of them!”
Kumi: *through mouthful of crumbs* “But you messed it up. Santa’s mouth was all frowny, like he was overdue for his Prozac. You don’t wanna show that to Ri-Ri. She’ll bitch-slap you into next week.”
Charley: “I thought you were the slappy twin.”
Kumi: “When it comes to shoes, yes, but when it comes to flawless pastry presentation, Yuri’s Miz Happy to Get Slappy.”
Charley: *lowers the icing bag, sighs* “Then why did she entrust a newb with decorating the cookies? I told her I didn’t know what I was doing.”
Kumi: “She’s giving you a taste of what it’s going to be like when y’all start prepping for the bake sale in the spring. You’re in cookie boot camp, soldier. You’ll have to pull your weight, or she’ll—”
Charley: “Court-martial me?”
Kumi: “Worse, she’ll look disappointed, sigh deeply, and say, *mimics Yuri’s precise diction* ‘I suppose I shall have to do it myself, then. In fact, perhaps I shall simply do it all. It is not like I have anything better to do than acquiesce to this enormous favor you have imposed upon me, and I suppose it is my own fault for deeming you equal to the task. I will not make such an error in judgement again, daaaaarling.’”
Charley: *cringes* “Oh, geez. You sound just like her, and the shame and guilt I feel are overwhelming…”
Kumi (brightly): “Like a puppy that just pooped on the floor. Get used to it. Ri-Ri’s generous and compassionate, but she’s also exacting and unreasonable. Your bake sale will be an unqualified success with her at the helm, but she may break you in the process.”
Charley: *shrugs, studying Yuri’s perfectly iced cookies for guidance* “I’ve already been broken. What’s another crack?”
Kumi: *polishes off her cookie, studies Charley out of the corner of her eye* “Well, I can’t disagree that you’re cracked…but, in your case, it adds character.”
Charley: “That may be the quasi-nicest thing you’ve ever said to me. Cut it out. You’re weirding me.”
Kumi: “What can I say? The Christmas spirit has moved me to be kind to the less stylish. It’ll pass.”
Good first outing today. Had a fantastic day, chatting to all with many a kind comment. Made a bit of a prat of my self on the way out due to bad gear changing with a very slappy remote box. When I got home with it even worse I found the keep nut on the shaft had come loose. All is good now.
Last night I got the Soom Jointed hands I've been waiting forever for. It seems like forever. Probably because I've been looking at hands for a long time, trying to find some that work for him. He's such an odd shape, and I feel like the Dollmore hands - which I love - were actually a hair large for him. These are perfect. And he really needed jointed hands. He's pretty gesturey. And magic. Also, if you know anything about Dollmore, a lot of their dolls are very slappy. Their arms don't want to do much but smack their own faces. Different hands usually tames them immediately. As you can see....John's arms are no longer all over. They do things I want them to. For a change. So yay hands! Of course I had to string them. I'm actually dead now. This is my ghost typing. Woooooooooo.
One of them doesn't work quite right (it won't stay locked) but other than that, Soom hands are the best that I own. No contest. They're worth the $$ and tears.
Vinny,
Bronica SQ Ai 200 mm lens, 1/500 at f 5.6, Iford fp4 developed in hc 110, printed in ilford pearl.
Last night I got the Soom Jointed hands I've been waiting forever for. It seems like forever. Probably because I've been looking at hands for a long time, trying to find some that work for him. He's such an odd shape, and I feel like the Dollmore hands - which I love - were actually a hair large for him. These are perfect. And he really needed jointed hands. He's pretty gesturey. And magic. Also, if you know anything about Dollmore, a lot of their dolls are very slappy. Their arms don't want to do much but smack their own faces. Different hands usually tames them immediately. As you can see....John's arms are no longer all over. They do things I want them to. For a change. So yay hands! Of course I had to string them. I'm actually dead now. This is my ghost typing. Woooooooooo.
One of them doesn't work quite right (it won't stay locked) but other than that, Soom hands are the best that I own. No contest. They're worth the $$ and tears.
AYE, September 19th is Talk Like A Pirate Day !
Pirate lingo is rich and complicated, sort of like a good stew.
~from the Talk Like A Pirate website.
do go over and check out the Top Ten Pickup Lines
Piracy for good causes Plunder for Philanthropy
~tags~
and Arrr, Happy Talk Like A Pirate Day !
Candid street shot, Looe, Cornwall, UK.
International Talk Like a Pirate Day (ITLAPD, September 19) is a parodic holiday created in 1995 by John Baur (Ol' Chumbucket) and Mark Summers (Cap'n Slappy), of Albany, Oregon, U.S., who proclaimed September 19 each year as the day when everyone in the world should talk like a pirate. For example, an observer of this holiday would greet friends not with "Hello," but with "Ahoy, matey!" The holiday, and its observance, springs from a romanticized view of the Golden Age of Piracy. It has become a holiday for members of the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster.
At first an inside joke between two friends, the holiday gained exposure when John Baur and Mark Summers sent a letter about their invented holiday to the American syndicated humor columnist Dave Barry in 2002. Barry liked the idea and promoted the day. Growing media coverage of the holiday after Barry's column has ensured that this event is now celebrated internationally, and Baur and Summers now sell books and T-shirts on their website related to the theme. Part of the success for the international spread of the holiday has been attributed to non-restriction of the idea or trademarking, in effect opening the holiday for creativity and "viral" growth.
Actor Robert Newton, who specialized in portraying pirates, especially Long John Silver in the 1950 Disney film Treasure Island, the 1954 Australian film Long John Silver, and as the title character in the 1952 film Blackbeard the Pirate,is described as the "patron saint" of Talk Like A Pirate Day. Newton was born in Dorset and educated in Cornwall, and it was his native West Country dialect, which he used in his portrayal of Long John Silver and Blackbeard, that some contend is the origin of the standard "pirate accent". This was later parodied in the 1950s and 1960s by British comedian Tony Hancock.
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In Looe, there is no need for "parody" the accent and dialect are real.
Last night I got the Soom Jointed hands I've been waiting forever for. It seems like forever. Probably because I've been looking at hands for a long time, trying to find some that work for him. He's such an odd shape, and I feel like the Dollmore hands - which I love - were actually a hair large for him. These are perfect. And he really needed jointed hands. He's pretty gesturey. And magic. Also, if you know anything about Dollmore, a lot of their dolls are very slappy. Their arms don't want to do much but smack their own faces. Different hands usually tames them immediately. As you can see....John's arms are no longer all over. They do things I want them to. For a change. So yay hands! Of course I had to string them. I'm actually dead now. This is my ghost typing. Woooooooooo.
One of them doesn't work quite right (it won't stay locked) but other than that, Soom hands are the best that I own. No contest. They're worth the $$ and tears.
I tried to put last night's experience aside until I found out more.Until then I began my daily routine patrolling and listening on a police radio in-case of any trouble.The police radio buzzed and informed me about a robbery in progress at Gotham 1st Bank.Apparently the cops didn't go in because there were a few hostages.Like that will stop me from going in.
I drove my motorcycle to the bank and came through a window in the back.When I walked towards the bank teller area I came across something that told me this wasn't a regular robbery.
Two hostages,probably the bank tellers,against the tellers' windows with no cuffs or gags or anything to restrain them.Then there was a giant safe door on the floor that looks like it was blown off its hinges.Of course the strange part were the thieves themselves.They wore masks based on emotions.At first I thought they were Joker's cronies,but bank robberies weren't much their style,then I figured out who they were.
"So,"I called out to them,which took them by surprise,"you guys are the infamous Mood Brothers.The guys that robbed that bank in Metropolis last week.What brings you to good old Gotham City?"
The Mood Brothers aimed their guns at me,but I don't move at all.I'm not afraid of the Three Stooges.
"You shouldn't have come here,"Said the man in the happy face mask,"Thought you were the Bat at first,but looks like we just have a super nobody."
"Well isn't that how Batman started?"I smirked at the happy masked man.
"Either way your going to die as a nobody,"I noticed that time it was the man in the sad face mask that was talking."Can we shoot him now Happy?"He asked who I guess was Happy,and apparently the boss of the trio.
"Shoot him."Happy ordered them.
The guy in the scared mask shook heavily.I thought he was just freaked out or something,until I remembered on the news about how one of them were unstable.Before he could fire at me I took out my pistols and shot his leg.He fell instantly and was surprised to not see blood.Lucky for him that I use rubber bullets.He laid on the floor in pain and wispering something I couldn't understand.
"He shot Slappy!"cried out Happy,"Sappy fill him with holes!"
Really?Slappy and Sappy?What kind of stupid names were those?
Sappy fired his shotgun towards me.I flipped away from the blast of peppered debris and fired another shot,which hit Sappy in the shoulder.He dropped his gun and fell against the wall and passed out from shock.That left Happy.Unfortunately he had an upper hand.
Happy aimed his machine gun at a hostage."Do you have any idea who you're stealing from?You and your friends are dead!"the hostage shouted to Happy.
"Well then I guess we should surrender then,"Happy mocked him as he cocked his gun.He looked over to me,but didn't see me."What the...." BAM!I punched him in the jaw before he finished.Man I haven't used my gauntlet in awhile.Glad to see it still works.
With them all knocked out and the hostages safe I left the bank and watched as the police stormed in.I enjoyed watching them take each masked fool to the police van.Slappy came out last while shouting,"No Arkham!No Arkham!"They were probably going to take him there.I almost felt sorry for him.Arkham Asylum is almost as sick as the patients there.
I felt satisfied that I stopped a bank robbery before lunchtime,but it was short-lived because a huge explosion emitted a few blocks away.
VIDEO HERE: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ue7AC-slLO0
••• SCRIPT/LYRICS: •••
MOLEMAN'S EPIC RAP BATTLES!!!!
ED…
…EDD…
…AND EDDY…
…VS…
…YAKKO…
…WAKKO…
…AND DOT!!!!!!!!!
BEGIN!
The Eds:
Eddy: Coming straight at you live from Peach Creek, it's the scammers with the most…
Ed: …Laying lyrics down on Termite Terrace twerps like butter on my toast.
Edd: To mess with Cartoon Network's golden boys, you're nutty as old Slappy!
Eds: Unlike our Big Picture Show, your effort's ending won't be happy!
Eddy:
Call me Brother Eddy Grunt, 'cause things are getting extra-ugly:
We'll be knocking out your lights; best say goodnight to everybody!
Get you quaking like some 1994 Northridge debacle;
Hard-set on you as the Kankers on their ship inside a bottle!
Edd:
Double D's no mumbler on the mic; I'm practiced to perfection:
Drop you faster than a Lackadaisycathro infection!
In contrast to what's beneath my hat, our win will be no shock;
My home's a mess compared to how completely I'll clean all your clocks!
Ed:
I needn't channel any viking to slay these three little creeps;
I put away more snacks than Wakko's appetite while I'm asleep!
Didn't bring my monster suit, but still my disposition will be beastly,
As I beat the living gravy out these runts of unclear species!
Edd: Unlike hippos, if you'd cross us, you belong on the endangered list!
Eddy: You roaches are pathetic as those loser Urban Ranger kids.
Ed: The water tower couldn't succeed at keeping you impounded,
But I'll dig a hole and leave the Warners six-feet-under-grounded!
The Warners:
Wakko: Good Idea…
Dot: Yo, take a sticky note of this:
Yakko: Roll back your neon tongues inside your empty skulls and call it quits!
Wakko: Bad Idea…
Yakko: Step to Spielberg's favored animation legends?
Warners: Like the street you call your home, it's only leading to a dead end!
Yakko:
You'll tear out what little hair you have before this gig is over,
For we'll cause you more vexation than a pebble in your loafers.
You're hard-pressed to land a single quarter safely in your wallet;
If ol' Ponzi's the con-art Picasso, you're the Jackson Pollocks.
Wakko:
Think of Wakko's wacky words as like an anvil to the noggin:
When they drop, they'll bring more hurting than a triple-sneaker flogging!
I've got swiggy-swag aplenty and a bag full of surprises,
But your style is as paper-thin as Chicken Boo's disguises!
Dot:
In this corner: Warner sister with a poem to recite;
Wouldn't service Prince, but I'll lay more than fingers on you when we fight!
You haven't misaddressed me once, but still I'll send you to your maker:
Your big bro's abuse was tame next to my literal jaw-breaker!
Yakko: We teach history and geography at no expense of fun.
Dot: When you attempt to learn, you butcher space and time and eat the sun!
Wakko: Here's our half-cents for you half-wits if to defeat us is your mission:
Even wishing on a star could never bring that to fruition!
The Eds:
Eddy: And the sound of no one caring echoed through the neighborhood!
Ed: I bet you'd get along with Johnny, 'cause you're dumb as hunks of wood.
Edd: Although your naughty humor's subtle, your hypocrisy is blatant:
Your nitpicking disses sound like Get-a-Life Foundation's patients!
Eddy: We'll go Canada-cowpoke on you, and this time we won't miss!
Ed: Leave you more desperate for relief than when Ringo here needs to piss!
Edd: The Dodgeball mishap hit me hard, but we'll knock you clean off the court!
Eddy: …Then unforgivingly insert electric eels inside your shorts!
The Warners:
Yakko: You lumpen dorks are full of nonsense as your stupid limbo theory is!
Dot: Let's blow the roof clean off this joint like Katie on her period!
Wakko: Go make like your old friend Jib, and hightail it on some bus…
Yakko: …'Cause they may still be making dickies, but not 'toons as dope as us!
Wakko: Our words will haunt you like the ringing of a cursed telephone.
Dot: How can you scare us, when your own girlfriends send shivers through your bones?
Yakko: Our show's The Godfather of cartoons!
Wakko: Yours is for the birds, you bumblers.
Dot: What's your theme of whistles next to any one of Rita's numbers?
The Eds:
Eddy: Man, we'll cut you down to size worse than your slutty Mink's filmography!
Edd: You couldn't even beat us with reverse-reverse-psychology!
Ed: You'll need a nurse for real!
Edd: Can't beat us anywhere, you bastards!
Eddy: Even Rolf's homeland of Yeshmiyek and fish-balls ain't that backwards.
Edd: It's your final Mis-Edventure if you keep your current course.
Ed: We're making this the most brutality-filled song since "That's My Horse"!
Eddy: Even against our geriatric selves, you wouldn't last for long.
Eds: We'll tear you new anuses as redress for Yakko's planets song!
The Warners:
Yakko: It's time to turn the wheel and teach a lesson; moral number four:
Wakko: Just give up hope, and leave through any one of living's many doors.
Yakko: Your chance is nonexistent as your background cast; don't try to take us!
Dot: You're less likely to succeed than Brain and Pinky's global shakeups.
Wakko: Cursed Evil Tim has nothing on the terror we strike when summoned!
Dot: Even Mindy ain't as savvy when it comes to pushing Buttons.
Yakko: Mr. Mime Time's always back for more, but get this understood:
Warners: Just like our old pal Buddy, we'll put you clowns down and out for good.
WHO WON?
WHO'S NEXT?
I DECIDE!
MOLEMAN'S EPIC RAP BATTLES!!!!!!!!!
International Talk Like a Pirate Day (today!) is a parodic holiday invented in 1995 by John Baur ("Ol' Chumbucket") and Mark Summers ("Cap'n Slappy"), of the United States, who proclaimed September 19 each year as the day when everyone in the world should talk like a pirate. For example, an observer of this holiday would greet friends not with "Hello", but with "Ahoy, me hearty!" The date was selected because it was the birthday of Summers's ex-wife and consequently would be easy for him to remember. [wikipedia]
i have a client meeting this mARRRRnring.... i hope they be speakin the way of th' scurvey dogs!
An Ex-Scientologist who has joined Anons for a few protests in Clearwater sports his new cap. Scientology cult's Oak Cove building in the background.
Operation Slappy Squirrel in August 2009 marked the 19th month of peaceful global protests in cities around the world against the malicious cult/corporation of scientology. The name of the Clearwater Anon's operation was inspired by recent revelations from ex-scientologists about the culture of violence at scientology's upper management.
In this recent St. Petersburg Times expose' you can read for yourself how the cult leader David Miscavige encourages and perpetrates fear and violence among the cult's staff, which trickles down to all aspects of scientology:
www.tampabay.com/specials/2009/reports/project/
All faces of those unmasked are blurred to protect them from the cult's "Fair Game" policy of harassing it's critics. These are brave people of all ages and walks of life, standing shoulder to shoulder with ex-Scientologists to bring the truth TO YOU.
But don't take my word for it, educate yourself about what TIME Magazine called "The Cult of Greed and Power":
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Inspector BushTail appealed to law abiding squirrels everywhere to stay on the lookout for a shady human suspected of smuggling nuts into S Town. "Primo, undiluted, grade A goods," he added, and went on to explain how a rush of contraband nuts would escalate turf wars, crime rates and addiction.
"Ah, they can suck on my nuts, my prime grade, unsalted, unGMOed nuts," Slappy Squirrel, self confessed octogenarian anarchist and spokesquirrel for pro-legalisation group Nuts 4 All, posted on Chitter.