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The Gang's excited to be read their favorite book, The Matter of Mittens by Fred Rogers aka Mister Rogers.
THE LEECH WOMAN 1960 B/W
Sometimes one might have to make a journey in life. Possibily a journey one might not wish to take. Great men and Great women have made Great journeys at personal loss, but came out the better for it. Had one not made the journey......(I wonder if)......is not much comfort, when one looks back at a lost opportunity.!!!!
Hello and welcome fervent si-fier and reviewer , to another Rab's Review. The Leech Woman is a journey I do not want to take. I hate Leeches, worms make me queazy, I have tendencies to faint on seeing even a spot of blood, not to mention, vampirism, even someone who looks 'pale' gives me the 'heebie-jeebies'.
Nevertheless I will make this journey, I know I will be terrified, I will have panic attacks, I will be horror-struck, my flesh will creep, my blood will curdle and run cold, I will be anxious and agitated, I will be reduced to a quivering jelly, and be in 'all-of-a-doo-dah'.
But I will come out the other end of this film a far better man for having made the journey, and who knows, I might even learn something about women.
Do you like murder stories, revenge, greed, power, youth, life, adventure, special effects, potions and blood letting, alcoholsim mixed with the elixir of life, well my friend....this is the one for you....!!!
Big bold white lettering displays the opening titles, some lively trumpet music, cymbal crescendos, kick start the imagination.
Let me introduce you to Malla, a scarfed, haggard old lady, with a walking stick, enters into Dr Talbots office (endocrinologist)...gland secretion, to you and me, she's a wise old lady, a woman of substance.
Mr and Mrs Talbot look like a 'squeeky-clean' American couple, but there are cracks begining to appear in the marrage, which incidentally is the back bone of the film holding it together. Mr Talbot, wearing white lab overalls offers Mrs Talbot , who is sitting at the table, a glass, (she refuses it) Mr Talbot says, "Thats a novelty, you refusing anything with alcohol in it, Im not used to seeing you sober at this time of day." Mrs Talbot replies, "If you're trying to humiliate me you did that years ago, I can't reach you without crawling into a bottle." Mr Talbot answers, "It's intresting to watch a 'bottle-babe' defend her weakness, I can't even get a rise out of you, I think I like you when you are 'slappy drunk and violent'." (lots more abuse and she tries to slap him, but he just catches her hand and remarks) "I know what I am, you try to hide what you are in the fumes of whiskey." Mrs Talbot goes to the cupboard gets herself a drink saying, "here's to you whiskey, the guardian of all frustrated wives," and knocks it back. Mr Talbot asks if she would like to help him with his experiments, but she laughs and belittles him saying, "Go on butchering your guinea pigs, they can't put you in jail for that." He shouts, "GET OUT!!!" she replies, "I gonna do you a big favour, Im gonna give you a divorce."
Meanwhile Malla is waiting to see Dr Talbot, she overhears Mrs Talbot on the phone talking to her solicitor Neil, as she leaves, Malla stands up and says, "Mrs Talbot you will never divorce you're husband, you won't have to, he will die, his death will give you life, a new way of life, you may run away but you will never escape me, you are the one in my dreams of BLOOD."...(at this point I felt quite squeamish, and I checked I had my Therapists phone number) Mrs Talbot leaves disturbed and hurriedely (I wish I could)
Sally, Dr Talbot's assistant takes a blood sample from Malla, looking through a microscope Dr Talbot concludes, "It's remarkable, corpuscle count blood pressure ethal indicate extreem old age, I'd be tempted to believe it if you had your birth certificate." Malla points to a 'scar' on her shoulder saying, "That's my birth certificate, the Brand of the Arab Slaver." Malla tells them of her tribe, how she wants to return to her kindred, and her mother who taught her many things. Malla produces a small 'snuff-box' saying, "this is all that remains of my inheritance a few pinches life giving, NYPEE"..(nigh-pea). Dr Talbot inquires, "are you saying this powder will make you young again." Malla says, "NO!, this slows the approach to death, there is another....SUBSHAN," (look out for this error, poor Malla means to say SUBSTANCE,....ahh! God love her, she was doing so well...) "which is a secret of the high priest of the NANDOES." Dr Talbot informs her he is a man of science and will not give her any money for her journey home, untill he sees a demonstration. Malla replies, "get me a glass of water." Malla adds some powder to the water and drinks it. Dr Talbot speaks, "If this powder does as you say, you will have all the money you need to return to your people."..(we are ruthlessly held in suspense, as the director 'cruelly cuts' to Mrs Talbot, who is having a drink with Neil at home, discussing divorce)...she's drunk. Neil says, "Everything is owned jointly...is that right." Mrs Talbot replies, "It's trash, everything is trash, it's all trash like me, old trash." She then quotes the words of old Malla, "You are the one in my dreams of blood!!." Neil says, "You're drinking your self to the DT's," a bit of a scuffle ensues, as Mr Talbot enters the living room, saying, "Neil, Im glad you're here, just the man I want to see." Dr Talbot is very excited, and divorce is the last thing on his mind, he produces the little snuff-box and says, "You're looking at the most powerful concentrate of hormonr knowen, this retards ageing, a similar hormone was discovered by a British scientist 25-30 years ago, the common silk worm produces it, the only trouble with that hormone it only works on insects,....this stuff works on Humans.
"Where did you get this,?" asks Neil, Paul replies, "it's a plant from Africa, she also mentioned another substance, which when mixed with this, will actually make old people young again." Paul goes on to say how he believes this to be possible, and is willing to go to Africa to find the plant, he says to June, "June I want you to to come with me, that is if you can forgive me for all those awful things I said to you this afternoon." June says, "You mean you don't want a divorce," "Of course not," replies Paul, "I'll make it all up to you, Oh what an Idiot I've been not to realize how important you are to me, just think of the trip, the jungle, It'll be so exciting," (they fall into each others arms and embrace) June says, "Oh Paul, you're my life, you just pulled me out of the bottom of the pit, but if you ever let me go again it will be the end of everything for me." Paul says, "Darling just think of our being together and how much I love you."
Africa now, Paul is striking up a deal with a guide, "5000 dollars now, and 20 000 dollars later, if I find what Im after." The guide is reluctant, and offers many excuses. Paul hands the guide a cheque, the guide takes it and smiles saying, "Your insistence has not impressed me, but your money is most persuasive."
The deal is 'struck' and the guide tells Paul of an old lady who had been here a couple of days ago, to hire bearers....could this have been Malla?
So the Adventure begins and we are treated to some picturesque jungle scenes, jungle sounds add to the excitment, charging elephants, lions, wilderbeast, a 'cute' little monkey up a tree, suddenly a snake appears and everyone carefully walks round it. As the Adventurerscross a river, crocodiles, hippos, and electric eels, start to slide down the muddy river bank looking for supper. (there are some great underwater 'shots' of Hippos, which delighted me, but they were not swimming around in a nice circle, like the begining of the B.B.C. programs. Everyone gets across safely and they set up camp.
In one of the tents Mr and Mrs Talbot are getting quite 'close'. Paul says to June, "It's gonna be a long day tomorrow you'd better get some sleep." June sighs, "are you angry with me," Paul replies, "should I be," (Dear reader listen out for this classic from June)..."You haven't been 'SERVEL' to me since we started this 'TRICK'"..what June means...(You haven't been CIVIL to me since we started this TRIP) This has given me a window into the mind of June, is June a real alcoholic struggling to remember her lines...or is this 'off-the-cuff' convincing acting at it's very best, I am left somewhat bewildered and amazed by this, and come to the conculsion, it's better for me if I don't know. Paul says, "Ahh June don't start imagining things," June replies, "I don't have to I've done everything I could to please you, and still you avoid me, you seem to take a (...here it comes again)....STISTIC...(should be SADISTIC)..pleasure in making me miserable." Paul gets up and goes to leave the tent, June grabs him, begging him not to leave her like a wounded animal, June threatens to leave him, Paul embraces her and kisses her she says, "why can't you always be like this, I love you so much Paul, there's nothing in the whole world I would'nt do for you, Paul I'd even die for you." Paul tells her when he has the secret of the NANDOES REJUVENATION he will make her young again, but she turns away from Paul and becomes hysterical and roars, "Oh! how stupid I've been, of course Im important to you, and you really do need me, don't you, where else would you get a Guinea pig who could talk, who could tell you how she feels, Oh! how desperate I must have been to listen to your lies." She runs out of the tent in tears, and into the jungle, a prowling leopard gives chase, June trips and falls, the leopard pounces, but the Guide who was following June, shoots the Leopard, and he comforts June saying, "Now, now , it's alright June, the leopard is killed, you are safe, lets go back to camp." Later on something disturbs some birds in the trees, they go to take a look. They discover an empty 'SEDAN' and a walking stick, which is Mallas. June screams and points, there are 5 or 6 dead bodies strewn over the ground, but not Mallas, the guide says, "what worries me, is why these bodies are still here, there are plenty of Hyenas and vultures around, something has been frightening the scavengers away."
In the undergrowth a mysterious NANDO warrior is watching, he follows and suddenly appears to them in the camp. Paul raises his rifle to shoot, but the quick thinking guide knocks it aside saying, "that man isn't alone, we'd be dead already if he wanted to kill us." A band of NANDO warriors appear with shields and raised spears, capture them, tie their hands, take their supplies and take them back to their Nando village. The captives are forced into a Straw Hut. Outside the tribesmen are performing a ritual display. The Guide looks outside saying, "I think we are about to have company." Paul exclaims, "It's Malla, she'll help us you'll see." The Cheif Medicine man helps frail old, skinny Malla into the hut. Paul continues, "Malla tell your people to set us free, we're not here to do any harm to anyone, we've come to help them." Malla says, "I know why you've come, you're scearching for the source of the Sacred NYPEE, and I will show it to you." She holds up a Plant saying, "An Orchid, a species that only grows in the region of Africa." Malla tells them it takes 5 years to harvest even a few ounces of Pollen, then aged 5 more years. Paul exclaims, "I must have it," Malla replies, "Don't you want to see me made young again, you will tonight, you, your wife and I will share the Nando Secret."...Night arrives, and they are led into Malla's Temple. Malla raises her hand, a man is forced unto his knees, and his head is forced into a bowl of Gaseous liquid. "he's drugged." They lay the Unconscious man at Mallas feet. The chief medicine man opens the top of a white skull, takes out a ring, puts it on his finger, makes a fist and punches the unconscious man in the back of the neck, he Dies. Paul notices, "he's lanced the 'PINEAL GLAND' deep inside the 'CEREBELLUM'" Malla takes some powder from the skull, puts it into a small cup, the chief medicine man lets some liquid from the ring 'drip' into the powder. Paul informs us, "He's adding some PINEAL HORMONE into the NYPEE." Malla drinks it and becomes unconscious,...(lots of steam begins to appear...and I mean lots, it obliterates our vision, the steam begins to disperse and a beautiful woman slowly lifts her head from the throne, were Malla once sat.....wow! she is beautiful!...she smiles at the 3 onlookers...
The body is removed, Paul exclaimes, "it's a trick, it's another woman." June confirms, "It's Malla." The rejuvenated Malla smiles, the crowds acknowledge with vigorous Drum-beating and cheers, Malla bows, she says, "Now you have seen the secret of the 'Nandoes' as I promised." Paul wants to take the secret back to the states, Malla insists that the secret will never leave her people. Paul asks, "Malla could you make my wife young again,"...(close-up of a horrified look from June)..Malla says, "Yes, but she must choose a man for the sacrifice, think well before you refuse an opportunity as rare as this, when you make your decision call me." Paul encourages June to do this, so they can escape, and come back for her later. June says, "You mean you'd actually leave me here." June goes outside and tells Malla she's ready. Malla says, "Come choose a man for the sacrifice," June replies, "any man I like," "I choose him," and points to Paul. Malla says, "an excellent choice, you will have beauty and revenge at the same time." David, (guides name..hatches a plan) says, "Mrs Talbot, why don't you give Malla a gift, since she has given you the gift of youth." So David goes to get Mrs Talbot's gold necklace as a gift,while retrieving the necklace, he lifts couple of sticks of Dynamite from the supplies. David is brought back to Malla's temple, June is on the Throne now, a couple of 'heavies' are forcibly putting Paul's head into a bowl of steaming drugs, and an unconscious Paul is left at June's feet, Paul's neck is pierced and the NYPEE is concocked, June drinks it. The steam clears, June raises her head..(Wow! this stuff is good...) she's beautiful, she speaks, "It's true, Im young, Im young again." Malla takes June and shows her to the crowd, they rejoice..but David had secretly droped some dynamite sticks into the camp fire...BAAANNNNGGG!!!, lots of NANDOES fall to the ground, they make their escape amid the confusion and flames, throwing dynamite-sticks hither and thither, some explosive scenes here...
June and David make haste their escape, they lie on the river bank exhausted, a crocodile threatens them, they flee. David points out, "We're safe as long as we stay away from the river bank, the river runs North to lake Victoria, that's where the railroad is." They look deeply into each others eyes, embrace and kiss passionetly! Later on as they sit round the Camp fire, June is inspecting her fingers and says, "look at that, Malla said it would'nt last, I can't sleep at night thinking the way I was, I'd rather die than go back to that." David produces a little leather pouch of NYPEE saying, "Young Lady, you're in the company of a man who's gonna be very rich when we get back, I have here the ELIXIAR of sudden wealth and beauty." He returns the Nypee to his pocket. They fall asleep. June has her face to the ground, her hand doesn't seem right, she stirs, looks at her hand, it's wrinkled, old and horrible, she looks in the mirror, her face is gruesome, she wakens David screaming, "Help me!, I need help!," David shouts, "Take your hands of me, don't touch me." June crys, "I want the NYPEE, I want the NYPEE," David throws her into the Brush and runs off, June screams, "Don't leave me, Don't leave me." But David trips and falls into some sinking sand, shouting, "I can't get out, help me out Im sinking June." June insists, "Give me the Leather pouch and I'll help you out," He throws her the pouch, she puts the Ring on her finger, reaches David a branch to grab on to, but just as David is about to be rescued, she grabs his head, and delivers a powerful punch to the back of the neck. She adds the Serum to the powdered NYPEE, David sinks dead under the quicksand, June drinks the concoction, curls up into a ball and shaking on the ground.
An airport scene, Neil Foster and his fiancee Sally wait for (who they believe to be) Mrs Talbot's neice. They take her back to Mrs Talbots house, Sally waits outside in the car. Neil carries in the suitcases, as Neil is about to leave, Miss Hart asks him, "Neil do you know where my aunt kept the liquor." they move over to the bar, Neil pours a couple of Vodkas, they drink, Sally blows the car horn, Neil says, "I'd better go," Miss Hart asks, "Would you take my bags upstairs, put them in my aunts room for now." Neil obliges and goes upstairs, she follows him. They both enter the bedroom, Sally 'blows' the horn again, Neil says, "she's getting impatient I'd better go," Miss Talbot (Teri) blocks the door saying, "she has years to wait, my time is much shorter, I can't explain...do you think I'm attractive." Neil answers, "you know you are," they embrace and kiss passionately. Teri notices her hand, she is shocked, she shouts, "Get Out! Get Out of here," and pushes Neil out of the bedroom, the Camera points to Teri's face, (be prepared to be shocked here) a gruesome visage of an old withered white haired sobbing woman. Sally bursts into the house and takes Neil away.
Neil is in his office, he opens the door to meet June he says, "I can't tell you how sorry I was to hear about Paul, sit down, What can I do for you, I want to hear all about your trip."June lifts her Veil saying, "shocking isn't it, what 3 mounths of tragedy can do to a woman, I need some money untill Paul's insurance can be settled." Neil's secretary makes a cheque out for 5000$, and Neil gives her some jewellery from the safe. On the way out June says, "thank you for being so kind to my neice, she would like you to excuse her for her awful behaviour." Neil says, "thats ok, I want to know if she's safe," June replies, "I'll tell her to call you she'll appreicate that."
June is walking home, she stops outside a bar, shes being watched by a 'shady' looking character, a drunk 'bumps' into June, she drops her card. She walks on and the 'shady' character follows, and approaches June, gives her the card she dropped, they walk back arm-'n-arm and get into a convertable. They park up a mountain, the man notices her jewellery and money, he is planning to rob her, he puts his arm around June saying, "do you like young men...,got any relatives, are you all alone, nobody to worry about you." We see a close-up of June's gloved hand, she 'flicks' the ring around her finger ready to strike. He starts to Strangle June, but June manages to strike him in the back of the neck with the deadly ring, she adds the serum into the 'NYPEE' (bye-bye stranger).
Sally enters into Neil's office, he asks, "What are you doing here," Sally replies, "it would be more to the point if I asked you, considering we had a date 2 hours ago." Sally knows something is 'going-on' between them, she leaves, the phone rings it's Teri, Neil speaks, "I'll be there as soon as I can."
Teri is cooling champagne waiting for Neil. There is a knock at the door, Sally bursts in saying, "All set for a lovely evening arn't you, champagne, soft music, very nice, but you've missed the most important thing, Im putting you on the next plane to New York." Teri replies, "don't be ridiculous, leave me alone." Sally pulls out a Revolver, points it at Teri, "This is the most persuasive little instrument, and if you don't want me to use it, you'd better hurry." As Teri gets her purse from her coat, she slips the 'deadly-ring' unto her finger, lifting her coat she says, "you can get into an awful lot of trouble, a little girl that plays with guns." she 'Lunges' at Sally, a struggle (cat-fight) starts, the Gun falls to the ground, Teri makes the fatal 'Blow' with her ringed-fist, takes the extracted serum and lets it drop into the NYPEE, (bye-bye Sally)
Neil and Teri are together now, drinking and talking of marrage, there's a knock at the door, it's the police with a search warrant. Trei says, "Neil make them go away," The officier is looking for Mrs Talbot, to question her about a murder, he says, "It just doesn't figure, a woman who owns a house like this, getting mixed up with a guy like Jury Lando, (remember the 'shady' stranger who followed Mrs Talbot) found murdered in his car tonight, we found Mrs Talbot's calling card in his pocket, he was killed with a peculiarly sharp instrument." Teri insists, "My aunt would'nt do a terrible thing like that." The Officiers decide to check upstairs, but when they go to check another door, Teri runs to stop them crying, "I won't let you search this house in my aunts absence, Get away!, Get away!" the door is opened, and Dead Sally falls out, Teri makes a run for it, but is apprehended she screams, "She tried to kill me!, I had to kill them it was my only chance to stay young, we really did find the secret of rejuvination," she looks at her hand its begining to change, "I'll show you!!, I'll show you,!!" she moves up the stairs, "I'll become beautiful again, I'll show you," she runs into the bedroom the officiers follow, but the bedroom door is locked. They 'bang' on the door shouting, "Come on open-up!" Inside Teri drinks a portion of 'NYPEE', she moves into the view of the mirror, she has become an old woman (Mrs Talbot) she looks at herself, holds her hands up to the mirror, "It's not working!, I killed Sally for nothing!." The 3 men outside hear a scream and a crash, they break the door down, the balcony doors swing open in the wind, Mrs Talbot has escaped, they move to the balcony and look down, Mrs Talbot has jumped, she has fallen through a Glass Table, she lies Dead, a withered decrepid, old mumified, wretched woman, lieing dressed in fine silk. (great music sounds-out...to the horrendous sight that is before us). The 3 men look at each other, not knowing what to do, the Camera 'Pans' to a close-up of Mrs Talbot's face, (you have been warned).....It's all over.......
I want to identify who these characters are! Can anyone help? I'll fill them as you provide answers--you can either leave comments or email me at flickruser30@yahoo.com ! :) (Thanks so far to Raphael M. of Bartimore, MD, and Garrett M. of San Antonio, TX!)
A1 Lady from Disney's "Lady and the Tramp" (1955)
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A5 Bianca from Disney's "The Rescuers" (1977) & "The Rescuers Down Under" (1990)
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B4 Polly Esther from Tatsunoko's "Samurai Pizza Cats" (1990)
B5 Goldie from Don Bluth's "Rock-a-Doodle" (1991)
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B9 Freya from PlayStation's "Final Fantasy IX" (2000)
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C7 Cindy Bear from Hanna-Barbera's "Yogi Bear" (1964 coloring)
C8 Jeanette Miller of The Chipettes from "The Chipmunks" (1983)
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D2 Lola Bunny from Warner Bros.' "Space Jam" (1996)
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D10 Sandy Cheeks from Nicktoons' "SpongeBob SquarePants" (1999)
E1 Mrs. Brisby from Don Bluth's "The Secret of NIMH" (1982)
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E4 Peg from Disney's "Goof Troop" (1992)
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E7 Amy Rose from Sega's "Sonic the Hedgehog" games (1993)
E8 Roxanne from Disney's "A Very Goofy Movie" (1995)
E9 Little Girl Squirrel from Disney's "The Sword in the Stone" (1963)
E10 Slappy Squirrel from Warner Bros.' "Animaniacs" (1993)
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.
A behind the scenes look with the girls from Ellie's Burlesque a venue found in the virtual world of Second Life. Find information and showtimes here: www.virtualburlesque.com
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Courtesy of William Edelson, New York. "The duck in the painting 'Slappy' references the richly rendered animated cartoons of my childhood. It becomes an absurdist doppelganger or stand-in for the me as a contemporary self-portrait." (panel text)
Did a lot of cropping and cautious sharpening to this, but here is Legend in all his German shepherd glory. He will be precisely 10 months old on Tuesday. <3 I love him so much. When I worked with my group of dogs today I focused mainly on him. I think he finally understands the concept of agility. He really seems to enjoy it now and will even try to push the other dogs out of the way when I try to run someone else on the course, lol!
With obedience he has a nasty habit of getting really "footsy" or "slappy". He knows how to shake but thinks that anything I ask him to do requires him to shake, so he ends up slapping my legs a lot or even jumping up and hitting me elsewhere. It's weird. I have no idea what's up with that but when he competes this summer he'll be docked points for it. So I'm attempting to break him out of it. Otherwise he is very solid on his sits, downs, swings, heels, and stays once he stops hitting me. He's too big of a boy at this point to be doing that, especially jumping up and doing it because he's knocked me over more than once. He's going to top out at 100+ pounds so he's gotta break the habit soon here.
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At Capt. Slappy's before everything, like, exploded that night. SORRY, MIKE!! At least only a motor was damaged. That was so scary, cuz I was just leaving and then he cut the power. I didn't even notice the characters (Billy and Looney) weren't getting enough air. I was playing with my friend Anthony's puppet and saying goodbye to everyone. :( It was dark. Rolfe and Earl look spooky in the dark :(
Featured in Guy Jones' 'First Light' in Sidewalk Magazine, November, Issue 182.
Check the leftover photos: www.soreskateboards.com/guy-on-fire/
One flash to the right at 7ft at 1/2 and another at the top on the right on the other side of the wall at 1/4.
Girl's uniform for Talk Like a Pirate Day
Avast, me hearties!
From the Talk like a pirate day website:
www.talklikeapirate.com/piratehome.html
Welcome to the one and only, official, accept-no-substitutes Talk Like A Pirate Day Web site.
In the seven years since Dave Barry mentioned us in his nationally syndicated newspaper column, what once was a goofy idea celebrated by a handful of friends has turned into an international phenomenon that shows no sign of letting up. Maybe you read about us on line.. Maybe you caught one of our radio or TV interviews. Or maybe you just stumbled on to our site while googling around for sites your mother probably wouldn't approve of. Or perhaps you're one of the millions of people from South Africa to the South Pole, from New York to the Pacific Northwest, who've made it your own personal excuse to party like pirates every September 19th (and sometimes for days after)!
Talk Like A Pirate Day 2009
What are your plans for September 19th? Let us know, and we'll put 'em on the 2009 ITLAPD Party page.
The Pirate Guys and assorted wenches are gettin' ready for Sept. 19th and an epic International Talk Like A Pirate Day. The lads will be partyin' at opposite sides o' the globe this year - Cap'n Slappy in Fairbanks, Alaska, and Ol' Chumbucket hangin' out with Mad Sally and all the little Chumbuckets in St. Croix - read about their gigs here. The Webwench, as usual, will spend the 19th in front of the computer, postin' yer updates and pictures as fast as they come in.
Among other great ideas comin' to us from our fans: Pirates for Parkinsons, planning "Walk Like A Pirate" charity walks all over the world to raise money for a good cause while havin' a rip-roarin' good time.
And for our Jewish friends: Shana tovah!
Stay tuned for more on that and other plans for Talk Like A Pirate Day 2009. Meantime, check out the new book, and sign up for The Poopdeck newsletter to stay on top o' the swashbucklin' news.
Flip-flops (also called zōri, thongs, jandals, "go-aheads", slappies,or a variety of other names throughout the world) are a type of open-toed sandal typically worn in casual situations, such as outside or at the beach. They consist of a flat sole held loosely on the foot by a Y-shaped strap that passes between the first and second toes and around either side of the foot. They may also be held to the foot with a single strap over the front of the foot rather than a thong. The name "flip-flop" originated because of the sound that is made by slapping between the sole of the foot and the floor when walking.
This style of footwear has been worn by the people of many cultures throughout the world, originating as early as the ancient Egyptians in 4,000 B.C. The modern flip-flop descends from the Japanese zōri, which became popular after World War II when soldiers returning to the United States brought them back. They became popular in casual settings during the 1960s, 1990s, and 2000s, and some varieties have even found their way into more formal attire, despite criticism.
This footwear has a number of terms around the world. In India and Pakistan, flip-flops are commonly known as hawai chappal (हवा चप्पल), which literally translates from Hindustani as "air sandal". The Japanese wear similarly designed, traditional straw sandals known as zōri. Throughout the world, they are known by a variety of other names, including dép tông or dép xỏ ngón in Vietnam, chinelos in Brazil, Jandals (short for "Japanese sandals") in New Zealand, japonki in Poland, sayonares (σαγιονάρες) in Greece, Schlapfen in Austria, slippers in Hawai'i, slops in South Africa, thongs in Australia, tsinelas in the Philippines, and vietnamki in Russia and Ukraine.
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Slappy the Dummy is a recurring villain in the Goosebumps franchise. He is a living ventriloquist dummy that comes to life when the words "Karru Marri Odonna Loma Molonu Karrano" are read aloud; the words mean "You and I are one now", and they can be found on a sheet of paper in Slappy's dress jacket pocket. After coming to life, Slappy will try to make the person who brought him back to life serve him as a slave.
I don't typically add roleplays, but I figured I'd break habit with this fun scene from the other night. Hope you enjoy!
Background: Marquis is the owner of the Bound Rose, a bondage strip club, as well as the Mafia don in the city. Serafina (Fin) and he made a deal for her to work for him as a stripper for a few weeks in exchange for a better Hauler (smuggled goods) deal, and Kamy and she are preparing the fight ring and had opened negotiations for his financial backing. Kamy had asked Fin to handle the cash.. since Dregs don't "do" that, but she went ahead and tried to work it out with him anyway. When that soured, she called Fin in to fix it. It works, for a while...
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"Knock Knooo-hooock. Luceeee I'm hooo-ohhh~~" Oop. The door opens and Serafina slides right on in. The room is a *mess*, and the pair inside look like twin tornadoes ready to spin towards each other. "So you're finally ready to talk to me, huh?" she cocks her head to Marquis. There's a thinly veiled stubborn rage roughening up her features.
Marquis waited until he heard Emilio press the button to let him know the 'honoured guest' had arrived. His eyes turned to Fina when she fell in. There was murder in those blue orbs, and if there was ever a point in time when he looked like he'd kill someone as soon as look at them? This was it. There was nothing amused, nothing jovial, nothing... normal, about the man. As though all of his attitudes had melted away and been replaced with something as cold as those eyes of his, a being built to kill. His desk being the unfortunate first victim, the two dents of his hands clear and as bloody as his hands, the glints of metal where bone should have been a clear indicator of whom had done the 'hulk smash'. "Should have stayed the other night, we would have talked. Though you did run off in quite a hurry." He'd pause just long enough to cast a glance to Kamy, making sure the woman didn't suddenly get bold with help in the room before looking back to Fina, "Though you did have to run home to get your string, to make sure you could tie me to Tiny." Ooooh yea, he knew.
Kamy stood across from the desk, studying where it was quite apparent that the cord came out of the wood and attached to the lamp, once pondered upon and now realized by how the desk had been shattered. Good to know. She looked to Fina and sighed with a touch of relief. It wasn't his threat of violence that she sought help from, violence she got. It was the awkward endeavor of conducting business about things she knew nothing for. She sank to the back of the room, allowing ample room for Fina to fit between her and the mess she'd caused. "he's all yours.I warm him up for you..."
His inflamed bloodlust could not only be seen, it could be felt, and Fin being so highly sensitive to such primal emotions soaked his ozone of violence like a sponge. Her eyes burned back. His humor at least cracked a smile across the fiery girl's tight expression. "You. Have. One. Hour," she told him, and started to prowl his way. She whipped attention to Kamy then, and gave her a luscious wink of understanding. "My partner is impestuous, instinctive, and doesn't *do* money. You've wasted my shift," she continued, and breathed in his fury, flaring her nostrils in return. But what continued was a hot litany of Northern Italian, berating him with her words like they were slappy-slappy-palms to the cheeks. "Avete un'ora. Un'ora per dirmi perché non dovrei camminare da qui ed ottenere i soldi io stesso. Un'ora da dirmi perché dovrei permettermi ancora le vostre mani, voi parte del horseshit del sud dell'Italia."
Marquis didn't relax when Kamy moved herself into the back of the room and opened up the floor for her comrade in arms. Or at least business ventures and occasional sex. Instead he stayed exactly as he was, every muscle of his body tense, ready to spring at a moments notice as his mind ran over all the different ways he could kill the women in his office, each thought growing darker and more brutal than the last one. And then she spoke. The ultimatum he could handle, even the comment of wasting a shift, but when she commented on southern Italy, when she insulted the land he called home, he snapped. Very slowly he'd flick something under the desk, locking the door again with its magnetic strip, and then two things would happen in rapid succession. A single half stride, half leap would happen to bring him within reaching distance of Fina, and assuming she didn't jerk back in time, his hand would launch out to grip her throat. Yet even while this was going on his left hand was moving, ripping a gun from his shoulder holster to point it in Kamy's general direction in the hope it would be a deterrent from the fight regardless of the outcome
Assuming everything happened ideally, he would look straight into Fina's eyes and spoke very, very softly with a tone nearly devoid of emotion, "Because if you do not, you will find the MPD and UAC both know about the fights, and whom is running them. You can also be assured that every champion you have winds up dead, until no one is left willing to fight for fear of a knife or bullet in the dark.... and because I can get three quarters of a million credits in two days." Assuming still all to this point had gone well he'd just glare at her before adding, in the barest of whispers, "E perché conosco chi la vostra famiglia è, rifiuti italiani nordici."
Kamy pouted when Fina began rattling off in a foreign language, a taste of Kamy's own medicine as her and Sue talked incessantly in Tsalagi to one another. Because she didn't know what was said, she didn't see the launch coming and a soft curse as things continued spiraling downhill fast. She pulled her knife, easier to wield in such a confined space, and took a half step forward before the gun came out. Mouth filled with something foul and she spat it upon his floor. "fucking sheep. I thought you better then that...use pussy words instead of pussy gun" she growled low.
Serafina’s eyes gave that last little *jump* at the end of her accented spat litany, that last little ~c'mon~ glint in them... though it wasn't needed in the slightest. He was on her in a bullrush, which she had expected, and so toed her way to the wall to avoid getting her head slammed against. His grip caught her long throat, shoved her chin upwards to blaze upon her his own words. He felt a kick in her windpipe and the rest of her torso follow suit with a rough, instinctive *jerk*, but he held her fast. Her lower half still turned, hips rolling stubbornly. The last of his snarled words... perhaps does the unexpected? .. She laughs, as well as she can in that velvet-wrapped steel, for that's what it felt like. And it erupts in a wet gurgle.
".. My *family*? Who cares who knows my family," Fin rasps. "Anyone who gives a shit knows. And nobody really does. You got -nothing- on my family, Southern ragrazzo grasso." Her upper lip Elvis curls. There's a bit of spittle there. She's still rasping, but she finds she can speak. "Put the goddamn gun down. If you want a piece of this action.. and by action I *do* mean the VAST," which is difficult to enunciate, and comes off more like a girlfriend desperately trying to swallow her man to the balls, ".. cash potential, you won't do a goddamn thing. You'll sit and look pretty and write checks and keep your mouth shut. Because if you don't, you lose out on the OTHER, " (There comes that wet, bubbly gurgle in her long throat again), "... half of all the money on this shitty island. You got the sex half. Time to suck the teat of the fighting half. So are you gonna let me go or do you want to lose your eyesight right about fuckin' now?" She's close to baring her teeth in a wolfish sneer, but it melts into an awkward, saucy smile instead. Ah, she was trying, see?
Marquis didn't break his eyes away when he heard Kamy, and while the words might have brought a smirk in normal situations, this was not one. Instead his face was the mask of calm, that place when rage reached its peak and the eye of the storm was achieved, the tiniest bump in any direction threatening to throw one into the worst of the tempest. "Two on one Kamy, I wont shoot so long as you leave things fair." He meant it, even if the words were all but emotionless. Not that he had any intention of it getting to that point, even if the idea of throwing the pair of them around for a few hours was a pleasant mental image. Though when Fina laughed he seemed to... expect it? There was no reaction, and when he leaned in there was a smile on his lips.
"But no ones had the balls to kill them, one by one, in the most gruesome ways before dear, dear Fina." It was said as a statement, though the threat was there as Marquis just let his eyes smolder against her own, and he would squeeze. Unlike flesh and bone the metal in those hands was unyielding, the dense muscle applying a lot more pressure than the small action should have, and he'd speak perfectly diplomatically, "This is how it works Fina, you see, it doesn't matter what other source you have. Because when I find it, what you did, someone might just have an unfortunate trip off a high rise to end it." He'd smile, almost sweetly, "So these are the terms. I'll get you the money you need to fund your bets, I'll buy into your little project, but you're going to give me some good faith..." he'd pause, smiling a little more before adding, "You both are." It would be at that point that he'd all but throw her backwards to create some distance, moving to the ruins of his desk even if the pair of them were kept in the peripherals of his eye,
"Kamy here is going to work for me, she's going to dance, and perhaps a special favour or two." Marquis idly pulled something from a drawer that had been knocked open and, in one smooth motion, he'd replace gun for Kukri blade, flashing a glance to the very Dreg woman, displaying the knife with a smirk, before looking back to Fina, "And you Fina, are going to help me kick off a project doing some bondage sex video's. Three, to be precise." Idly he'd carve a live over the top of his already ruined desk with the blade, just to hear the ripping noise of the wood, "In exchange, I'll give you up to 750,000 world union credits, which will be repaid to me I am certain in the bets." He'd cut another line before looking up with those murderous eyes, "But that is the offer, take it, or try to make it out of this office without feeling the repercussions." Those eyes showed he didn't fear the idea of death, if anything, there was a peace with it, an old acceptance, and an understanding that if he died, there would be those who avenged him using greater means than most could ever hope for in the cesspit of Midian.
Kamy was under the impression Fina was being reasonable, but from the moment the man began speaking she could tell he wanted it his way. She saw the fist tighten and frowned, debating what the quickest route was to cutting off his head. She didn't doubt she'd get shot, but the notion that he was being fair just made her want to show him what she thought fair looked like. When he stated 'here are the terms' she knew what was coming next. She sighed impatiently from it all and side stepped behind Fina, ducking the blade away and waiting. When she was tossed back, assuming there was no interference otherwise, she'd rebound the girl, a quick catch and release to put her on her feet and send Kamy only back a few steps. Whether the girl stayed up or not from lack of oxygen was on her. She laughed rather awkwardly when he said he wanted Kamy to dance, more of a snort really. It had caught her so off guard she did it before it could be stopped. "sex...always a man's solution. You sure you not want me in the video? You not believe how many chains we have in the outpost." she snickered and looked to Fina expectantly, still letitng her negotiate after all. "I thought he just want a cut of the bets. Like...he get some on top of what he lend. Is that not how it works?" she didn't think it would be so creative of a counteroffer.
Serafina was not a stupid girl. She was more calculating than a simple spitfire, a chick just as likely to lay out and smoke weed while lazily stroking her boyfriend (or girlfriend) and goofily making up stories about the business of clouds as she was to burning her candle at both hands until her kinetic, whirlwinding self collapsed from exhaustion or a wall of trouble. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't help that the chaotic violence spinning from him sank into her like blood-tipped claws. Her eyes rocketed towards the gun when it was still leveled on Kamy - that sight alone jumped another ball of tension in his throat-seizing palm. A noise was cut off. He squeezed harder, making his point clear and bathing her in his murderous threat. There was, in that moment, a spark of fear-soaked challenge in her eyes. She tried to speak to it, but the squeeze was so tight her lips pulled apart to only emit a snarled gurgle.
He vaulted away sudden, pushing Fin hard. Slight and lean, and not prepared, she did stumble, but caught by Kamy righted herself quickly while rubbing her bruised throat. She bruised easily, as he -might- fight out, and massaged her throat with her hair waterfalling in whiskey-colored tumbles to *stare* at him mangle his desk with that knife, the scimitar smiling off the blade as if eager to brag of its conquests. ".. are you going to fucking carve our names?" Serfina spat-murmured. His actions both attracted and repulsed her, twisting her instincts at the same time calling something inside her. She feels it recoil, taffy-think and black as pitch.. feels it stretch and burn in her abdomen with a throbbing fire. There's a *look* exchanged with Kamy, a feral gleam that this *could* go further.. until he haughtily lays his terms.
Fin lets Kany speak first, and has ceased rubbing her throat to slowly slide her arms below her breasts and squint at him with an incredulous, admiring *stare*. ".. That *is* how it works. So let me get this straight. You want," her voice has simmered into something husky and warm, stretching her arms to the table, locking elbows, to lean in and find his eyes at her level, ".. Kamy to *work* here. Which *by* the way *I* was getting her to do.. which means you owe me five hundred. And you want me to do some *videos*? Or you'll throw it ALL away? If you don't get film of me strapped to some cross you're willing to lose *millions?" Her face *jumps* with a light-pitched "Hunh! ... You're *mental*. Fine. I think you're bluffing. But we leave here with the money because ~weee~," she points to her and Kamy's chest, ".. are ready to rock and roll."
Marquis glanced just a moment to Kamy, though Fina was always kept in his peripherals. The size and openness of the room both working in his favour when the balance of opponents did not. He was ready for a fight, ready to take his pound of flesh or die in the attempt, though he would offer just the first hints of a smile at the corner of his lips. If only because the idea of blood always put him in a good mood. "You can never have to much sex, would you disagree Kamy? Though I tell you what, you can dance and be in video two and three, video one though, I think that's a solo show." Plans were already forming in that mans head, coiling into means in which they could be turned into reality. He embodied what he was, a killer, but a killer with the intelligence to have two file folders dedicated to him at the MPD and not a single charge laid against his pristine name. Though he would wait until Fina was one her speech before moving back towards Fina, that knife scraping along the wood in his silence movements, adding a horrible grinding noise until he stood right in front of her. If she stood her ground as he expected she would, he'd flip the knife so the blunt end face out, and lunged.
For how big he was, there was a surprising grace about him, a fluidity like liquid lightning, something born from age and countless years of training. If successful that knife would hook into her belt with the blunt end to the leather so that he could yank her close to him with the blade resting dangerously over her femoral artery, "I don't bluff." Assuming things got that far he'd hold the blade still, every instinct in his body screaming to chop her damn leg off and to let her watch him rape Kamy while she bled to death all over the floor, and yet, he restrained for the sake of business. Personal desires held, but his eyes were threat enough, a glance flicked between the duo that almost -begged- them to give him a reason to begin the slaughter, and could hey hear it, his heart was pounding from the excitement induced adrenaline that blood, death and sex always brought the man. Especially when all three were so closely meshed into a confusing blood, death and sex always brought the man. Especially when all three were so closely meshed into a confusing ball.
Kamy moved to stand beside Fina as he came forward with the large blade. She might not be the one negotiating but she was there alright. When he lunged forward with the blunt end of that weapon she held her knife out, not threatening him so much as lifted and readied for his acknowledgement. She was having a hard time getting angry really, she knew intimidation when she saw it but ultimately didn't see what the big deal was about. "fuck face she said she would do it. If you don't buff or whatever then get the money and let's go! You waiting for us to cry or something? You want to break something else?" she kicked the bench, chipping wood off Sue's new favorite furniture. "ok it's broken. Now can we finish this up? We have much to do to make these things happen. Fights have not gone right in a long time and you want to talk sex videos. Really do not waste our time..."
Fin's elbows unlock from her incredulous slump on his desk, tips of hair nearly grazing the desk. She's rising in rhythm to his approach, and when he's closed the distance her shoulders are rolled back and a fist raised at her side - not clenched, but fingers apart like a daddy about to do Da Claw. He strikes like a snake, dipping the blade into her loops and commanding her pelvis to slap against his stomach in that hard, lustful *smack*. She can feel the tip ... of the knife, that is, and where it nudges her thigh. ".. Like that sound do ya?" she murmurs to the skinslap of stomachs. ".. Like the sound you make when I push my thumbs in your eyeballs?" Her hand is raised, ready, menacing, even *if* she's exhaling in ragged breaths.
She can feel his pulse beating in the air, a fierce and rapid shunting like wings. It threads through the thunder of her own, and there's *that* moment, when either he could just *tilt* the blade enough for slaughter, driving her thumb to his eyeball and likely her teeth to his mouth. And so it might have gone, screams to bellows, fists to bruises, wrapping legs and slapping breasts and squeezing thighs and the copper smell of blood diluting the air as it ran rivers under feet... But none of this happens. It's for the grace of Kamy's bluntness and kick to the chair that rights Fin out of her reverie. ".. He's a man. A man with a sex shop.. " she lowered her clawed fist to show ~hey, I'm backing down~, "and despite all of his history... all of the people he knows.. " her palm then slid to his cheek to cradle it like a lover falling into a pillow, "..all of the control he can muster with the press of a button.. all he wants.." she grinned, wide and pleasing and sleepy-eyed, ".. is to *release* that pent-up sexual knot until he... passes.. out." She'd slide her palm away and wait for his to do the same with the blade. "... I think we understand each other. Tiny's become impatient," as his bellows have likely come through the walls by now, ".. Let him in so we can get crackin'?" she asked pleasantly.
Marquis cracked a whisper of a smile at Kamy's reaction to it all, even if it wasn't enough reason to use his strength to cut muscle, sinew and bone away like it was butter. Adding without pause in that neutral business tone of his, "You've never worked with me before. I didn't start in Midian with my money Kamy, I know business... and I know blood." It was unnecessary to say anything, but it amused him to play the game in lue of getting a good enough reason to slaughter and rape as those icy eyes of his still clearly said he wanted. When Fina spoke though his attention was all on her, but he wouldn't bother to argue at the end, wouldn't even try to counter with something she wanted. He might not smell or hear as well as hybrids or those with animal natures, but all his years had given him an uncanny sense, and he could feel the sex and death in the air clear as anything else. So when Fina's hand dropped, he'd slide the blade unnecessarily slowly over her thigh before it came out of her belt and back solely into his hand. "We understand one another then. Emilio will have 250,000 credits in a duffle bag tomorrow morning to be picked up. If you need more, I'll have another 250,000 credits drafted up in a second just in case." finally moving his body away from Fina he'd collect a broken schedule from his desk, tossing it at Kamy, "You start tomorrow..." turning his eyes back to she whom was his dancer he'd add, "First video rolls this weekend. Be there." And with that, he'd kick the piece of his desk responsible for the magnetic lock, and with it off, the door was now open.
There were enough syllables in the money he stated that Kamy figured the deal was done. All the posturing, all the near stabbing that were about to take place were forgotten in an instance. She caught the schedule when he threw it, a sharp snap of her hand crumpling the thing awkwardly. "I dance like a chicken" she threatened, not that she really considered making love to a pole a dance move. She'd waddle up a handful of Fina and pull her after, figuring any upping of the money could be done in that instance or later. The man was too pent up at the moment anyway, in that rigid stance where he'd rather die then lose an argument. Foolishness. She went for the door and hurled it open, eyes dropping wide at the size of the man before her. "oh that fucker has got to fight..." was all she said, storming out, most likely with Fina in tow.
Fin felt herself jerked along with Kamy but doesn't protest, at least she didn't sling her over her shoulder like so many men loved to do. His ominous, cocksure words are still slithering in her ears as she throws her chin over her shoulder to holler back as was her style, ".. First video my *ass*! I will fart and burp and make sure I have enough pimples over every goddamn freckle you'll never get a hard-on again! OOO my pussy SMEEELLLS!" Oh, it was such, such an awful way to go, but there was a smart little vengeance there to make sure, ".. You'll never get HARD AGAIN! wah.. wah.. waaannhhh..." and nearly, also, smacks right into Tiny on her last echoing ~waaah~. ".. Uh, Kamy. Let's go. Now."
(really called Shere Cat, but named because my drawing of her looked like a seal - belonged to our landlords)