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"Na nah,na nah nah! You can't catch me!"
I lugged my big Canon 100-400mm lens up on the hike last Friday, and man was it worth it! The day before there was a fresh snow fall that dumped a couple of inches at the higher elevations in the Vancouver area. I thought it would be great to head up to Cypress Lake with the dogs to take full advantage of the fresh snow on the frozen lake. When we got up there, the dogs went nuts, running around having the times of their lives. Then we played fetch with a large stick for several minutes. The lake was completely untouched when we got there, such a cool uniform surface, was so much fun to play in!
Boneheads.ca for more info about the hikes
As anticipated, approximately six months after my second AstraZeneca Covid vaccination, it was my turn today for a booster jab. This time, Pfizer was thrown into the mix as a way of giving even more protection.
Note that any previous UK stats I have quoted were for over 18 year olds. These below, from three days ago, are now for over 12s.
Ist Dose : 87.5%
2nd Dose : 79.8%
Booster / 3rd Dose : 19%
So the overall picture remains at just under 90% of the population taking the vaccination with around 10% either being medically unsuitable for non-covid reasons or just plain boneheaded.
Taya is a Rhodesian Ridgeback and is out in front of the pack while they all hopped over this log in the snow last Friday. It was nice to get up into some snow again and out of the rain. Can you count how many of the 11 dogs that were a part of the pack show up in this shot?
Boneheads.ca for more pics and information about these hikes
The stage is set for developing Dame Darkla's dangerously daring spy training productions deep within the infamous Blue Crypt Lounge!!!
Amen Armando, along with his main squeeze, Jazzy Meanie, as well as the infamous T-Bone Babbuino, are seen standing on the side-lines, silently observing the introduction proceedings hosted by the deboneair Simon Boneobo and his two deputies, Bonehead 1 and Bonehead 2. Make no bones about it... these 3 ESP-BS members WILL be supervising/managing the various stages of Dame Darkla's spy training productions.
I wish we would get some more snow up in the hills here but the temperatures have been way too warm! Hopefully some winter storms in February bring some more snow pack to our local mountains.
It should be noted that photography is essentially harmless and aesthetics are not intrinsically a moral issue, and therefore people should do any bonehead thing they please as long as they’re not hurting anyone.
Well worth remembering the next time somebody tries to tell you that your fascination with {insert unfashionable photographic technique here} indicates your lower moral status and general unfitness to be seen in company.
Gears: Nikon D50, Sigma 30mm f/1.4 EX DC HSM
Location: An Abandoned Factory, Kuala Terengganu, Malaysia
Processing: Digital Cross Processed, cropped 16:9
Lindenpark, Potsdam (DE) 13th july 2007. Rude boys and rude girls dancing on Valkyrians tunes...
"Skinheads Against Racial Prejudice (SHARP) are anti-racist skinheads who oppose neo-Nazis and other political racists, especially if those racists call themselves skinheads.
SHARPs recognize the biracial origins of the skinhead subculture, and resent what they see as the hijacking of the skinhead name by racist extremists. Beyond the issue of anti-racism, there is no official political ideology of SHARP. However, some SHARPs have similar beliefs to politically-minded anti-fascist skinheads such as redskins and anarchists (such as those in the group Red and Anarchist Skinheads). Due to their anti-racist ideals, some SHARPs have been involved with groups such as Anti-Fascist Action or Anti-Racist Action. However, this is more based on personal beliefs, instead of directly associated with SHARP. In the 2000s, SHARP has become more of an individual designation than an official organization."
Wikipedia
"Le mouvement S.H.A.R.P (Skinheads Against Racial Prejudice ou Skinheads contre les préjugés raciaux) désigne un mouvement de skinheads dits traditionnels se positionnant contre le racisme (contrairement aux boneheads).
Ce mouvement, né aux États-Unis vers 1980 est, comme le mouvement skinhead originel, dénué d'affiliation politique précise. Les skinheads sharp sont fondamentalement antifascistes et antiracistes.
En 1980, certains skinheads américains ont souhaité ancrer le mouvement dans l'antiracisme pour contrer la récupération qui en était faite par l'extrême-droite. Les premières affiches du sharp représentaient une botte en train de piétiner une croix gammée sur fond de drapeau américain."
Wikipedia
LC Verse Spider-Girl
Issue #5 "Bones and A Bounty"
"Listen to me, Bonehead. I didn't kill Willson Fisk!" I yell frustratingly ducking behind the roof ledge hearing his machine gun rattle sending a volley of bullets into my cover. "I don't care, Sweetheart." he retorts as I peek over the edge seeing him fire a grappling hook gun at the roof ledge zip lining himself towards me, I watch wide eyed as he soars towards me firing his machine gun at me once again. This time I'm not fast enough and feel a bullet rip through my side making me yelp, he lands next to me slamming the butt of his gun off my cheek causing me to stagger back Ow. I clench my fists taking a step back avoiding a swift right hook from Bones. I'm about to land my fist on his cheek but stop just inches away from his face hesitantly, I still don't know my own strength yet I can't afford another death because of it. he grabs my wrist delivering a hard kick to my ribs knocking me flat on my back wheezing. come on Anya you're better than this! "Hmm you have a lot to learn, Sweetheart." He chuckles stomping down on my bullet wound making me cry out in pain. Hot spikes of pain travel up my side as he twists his foot into my wound, enough! I strike my fist hard off his kneecap feeling it crack beneath my knuckles. He lets out a deep scream falling to the ground next to me, I begin to get to my feet but he kicks my hand out from under me making me fall back down, my father always said he was a dirty fighter even when training him. Bones smashes his boot off my face with his working leg making my vision blur slightly, I'm glad I have my suit to prevent that broken nose. I roll away from him scrambling to my feet leaning against the roof ledge shakily, only to feel my skull shudder with a tingling sensation, ah what is that?! that's when I hear his gun open fire from behind me.
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The hail of a dozen bullets riddle into my back causing a hot agonising sensation to flare across my body making me scream, "Agh!" I lose my balance falling over the ledge of the rooftop. The drop is too small to swing away with the momentum so I remember my training letting my limbs go limp as I brace myself for impact. A cluster of trash cans breaks my fall onto the concrete causing my wounds to open, I feel my suit exhausting itself trying to close my wounds but even that is struggling to cope with the damage. "Sorry for the foul play, Sweetheart but that 50 Mil will have me set for life. " I hear Bones shout from above me pulling himself near the edge of the rooftop looking down at me despite his shattered kneecap, he lifts up his gun aiming it at me. I try to get up but my body refuses to move an inch without sending a wave of pain over me. Well Dad, looks like I'll be joining you and Mum sooner than I thought. I close my eyes feeling a smile spread across my lips hearing him cock his gun. "Huh? What the fu- hey wait a minute, no!" He screams as I open my eyes wide seeing him fall next to me crashing into a pile of trash cans, I dart my eyes to the edge of the rooftop seeing a black hooded figure, on the face is a white spider emblem. Another web slinger? The only one that could have framed me for the murder of Willson Fisk. It looks down at me as I feel my eyelids slowly drop down, no don't pass out now! my body pleads, but it's too late my eyes close slowly barely seeing the figure leap down towards me.
Creating the Boneheads of Voodoo island entailed building a lot of fun accessories-- here they are! Weapons, jewelry, and more.
2013 is in the bag. That's the way it is with time, but that's a good thing. Albert Einstein stated, the reason for time is so that everything doesn't happen at once. As it has likely been for all of us, this year has been no different than other years, fraught with ups and downs that would have been quite difficult to deal with all at once... but we're given only to the onward progression of time, and that's how we learn and grow. Hopefully, what we've learned is something that will carry us through the new year.
My birthday falls between Christmas and New Year's Day... all of those events would seem like good starting points for renewal, for expectations, and for opportunity. If we enter into them, however, doing things the way we always have, while expecting different results, it may be time to have a serious look into what we truly value.
I don't know what wisdom you're bringing into 2014... I hope it's not "resolutions", as they can rightly be defined as something to be broken. Here's a little insight to my pathway into the coming year... you're welcome to come along: first, is that I'm convinced that an attitude of gratitude through whatever life throws at me is a blessing that is important to my realization that I'm thriving rather than just surviving.
Second, I stopped asking for permission for things that don't require others' approval. There are instances in life where it's just better to surge ahead... especially when others are in need. I truly believe that in such instances it is better to ask forgiveness than permission.
Third, grace has been given to me. I extend it to others... and myself. We're often all about giving gifts... but I've found that learning to gracefully accept gifts is important as well. Accepting even small gifts not only expresses care to others as they also give gifts, it helps to better know how I might give of myself. There's also the matter of perfectionism with concern to grace... I used to be exactly that, until I realized that my perfectionist proclivity only had me competing against myself. I still do my best, but I realize that my best is either good enough, or it allows me room to grow. To understand that is, in itself, a gift merely to accept.
Fourth, I long ago stopped letting fear dictate my decisions... once I did, I found myself making clearer, more confident decisions.
Fifth, I'm constantly finding ways to invest in myself... I never stop learning and pursue those creative endeavors that keep my mind racing. So many things interest me, to the point that I'm often asked how I know such-and-such a thing... my answer is often in the form of a question, "Why do you not?"
Sixth, I take the time to live in the moment. I enjoyed some time out west with friends, walking the trails of Zion National Park, the Grand Canyon, and more. People being what they are, some of those friends walked those trails with only the aspect of having done it, as if it were little more than one more check off their list of things to do. I was the one with the camera on a tripod, however... it made me stop and take in all the world before my lens with every sense available to me, and though it's been many a year since then, I still vividly remember my time there, right down to the smell of the sage. I was chastised, somewhat, for taking that time, with one stating that he felt that he could do as well with photography as I did. That was back in the day of film, so we had to wait for the results. It was mostly clear blue days while we were there... every picture he had taken of the landscape was half blue sky and half land. Effectively, he had wasted half his film... and proved himself wrong. To take time to stop and smell the roses is good advice.
Seventh, but not least, is to keep the faith and hold on to hope. My faith in God is a constant challenge... but more so my faith in humanity and their silly determinations of "noble" cause. Much of that defies definition, bordering on stupidity. Take for instance when (then) President Bill Clinton was caught in an egregious lie... his response: "That depends on the definition of is." The very next day, bonehead journalists put up the question "Do words have meaning?" How do you ask the question of it without the realization of it? These folks were supposed to be the best and the brightest, but they have nothing to ground them in truth... yet, we turn to them for the "truth" that occurs around us? This kind of determination still goes on, and I'm confronted with the foolishness of it on a near daily basis. It is for that reason G.K. Chesterton stated "If men will not be governed by the Ten Commandments, they shall be governed by the ten thousand commandments." Think about it. The meaning of "is", by the way, is the same as that of truth: whatever conforms to reality. Jesus told Pontius Pilate that He (Jesus) was "the truth", which is one of most astounding statements in the entire Bible... He didn't say that He was truth or truthful, He said that He was the truth. If truth is that which conforms to reality, what He had just told Pilate, in so few words, was the He was the ultimate reality, and that nothing came into being apart from him. Again, think about it. The Bible speaks of much concerning the last days, and it reads like headlines from the news of late, 2nd Timothy Chapter 3, for instance, though there are many more. If your faith is only in yourself, you may want to take a closer look into that. I know many of you know of Invictus, a short Victorian poem by the English poet William Ernest Henley... it celebrates the greater "me" by triumphantly announcing "I am the master of my fate:I am the captain of my soul." Joshua 24:15 addresses that: "But if serving the Lord seems undesirable to you, then choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve, whether the gods your ancestors served beyond the Euphrates, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land you are living. But as for me and my household, we will serve the Lord.” The Bible tells us that the gospel changes lives, and I've witnessed this many times, often seeing that change instantaneously... it's God opening the eyes of the spiritually blind and calling His own unto Himself. There's a joy in that, and out of that, I often do what I can to bring a smile to those I meet every day... that might just be the gateway to plant a seed. Try it.
I hope this gives you some thoughts as to what you can bring into this new year. Happy New Year to you all! I look forward to what you create in the coming year.
This is one of my favorite dogs to photograph when I get to take him out! He is a big Neapolitan Mastiff and when I can get him running you really get to see those flaps and folds of his face bounce around!
"TABOR04" repositions from Spangdahlam AFB, Germany to RAF Mildenhall prior to a transatlantic crossing back home the following day.
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How observant are you? Did you spot the "Do not Cross" sign with 4 alternate flashing lights cunningly concealed on two 10 foot high poles? If you did congratulations.
Unlike the dimbo with a brain the size of a cod liver oil capsule you should have a driving licence.
Every time this river floods at least one bonehead floats gently down river towards Coleshill, they never do learn, this one made it but only just, oh yes, forgot to say the sign in the direction they came from is even easier to see...
Geoff Dowling
Her master's hammer... should I do what... better just sit...
Strobist info:
Metz58-silver umbrella 1/4 left
Metz58-shootthru umbrella 1/8 right (pointing more to the background)
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Sadly the only picture that really came out. Shot from inside a purse.
Due to boneheads using Flash (it doesn't help..) from all over the room, they had a fairly strict NO Camera policy going on.
Eddie Vedder
Benaroya Hall-Seattle, WA
Show Two
July 16, 2011
Setlist:
1. Can't Keep
2. Sleeping By Myself
3. Without You
4. Hey Fakah
5. You're True
6. Soon Forget
7. Longing To Belong (with Cello)
8. Needle and the Damage Done
9. Long Road
10. Wishlist
11. Man Of The Hour
12. I Am Mine
13. Long Nights (With Glen)
14. No Ceiling
15. Far Behind
16. Guaranteed
17. Rise
18. Lukin (Slow - New Lyrics)
19. Just Breathe
20. The End
21. Unthought Known
22. Betterman (Regular) w/ Save It For Later Tag
Encore 1
23. I'm One (The Who)
24. Elderly Woman....
25. Immortality
26. Sleepless Nights (with Glen, No Mics)
27. Society (With Glen)
28. Falling Slowly (with Strings, Glen lead)
29. 4th Of July
30. Porch
Encore 2
31. RITFW (With Glen and Ed's Crew)
32. Hard Sun
33. Dream A Little Dream
West Midlands Railway have cracked to problem with their sign! Conscious of the mixed messages and blathering's from Westminster they do not say how far apart, this way when Boris the Bonehead oscillates between 2 metres, one point five metres or one metre the sign does not need replacing.
It is largely academic anyway at Tyseley because few trains stop and even before the plague few people used the place. 2S20 is passing (non-stop) at platform 3 with 2S30 the 1057 Stourbridge Junction to Stratford-upon-Avon service.
Copyright Geoff Dowling: All rights reserved
I was married once in this house, so was other family members of mine some of them any way, who thought I would ever marry or divorce. but I will never marry again well, if it isn´t an economical thing, but my Plastic-Bonus-daughter will marry soon, as soon as the plague thing has past!
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Café Frequenters Episode 94
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(from Johnny´s friends book 2002-2004)
(page 10)
Star sign: Fire Dragon
Name: Olle
Surname: Willow 2xW
phone: -
Birth: 1976
Hair Color: you judge!
Eyes: Blue
KG: 700
Cm: 200
siblings: Bonehead and nature boy
Favorite season: summer
I play: for full houses!
Favorite book: any newspaper
I like: looking at Djonny
I hate: seeing beings get tortured or being in pain!
Favorite food: Bunns to sink my teeth in to!
Idol: Thord
Hobbies: women, wine and singing
Memberships: youth for tiny cows
I want: to become like Ines, Kiss and love for ever!
(Page 8)
Star sign: ox
Name: Bengt
surname: Christoffersson
Phone: -
Birth: 1973
Hair color: platinum blond
Eyes: Clear blue
Kg: 68,5
Cm: 186
Siblings: Single
Favorite season: my Dark room
I play: idiot
Favorite book: Happy Science
I like: humidity
I hate: hard
Favorite food: water
Idol: someone
Hobbies: draw
Memberships: -
other: I want to become strange
(page 9)
Star sign: Bulls eye
Name: Thord
Surname: Ek
phone: 040234543
Date of birth:1973
Hair color: None
Eyes; different depending on mood
Kg: 90-95
Cm: 184,4
Siblings: sisters and brothers
Favorite season: Summer!!!
I play: Roleplaying
Best Book: herring marathon
I like: beer
I hate: to much beer
Favorite food: Sausage (red), pork, brown gravy and beer
Idol: My self
Hobbies: Painting gaming figures, Pogging, SM+sex, shopping, Culture, nude beach, rioting
Memberships: K+I+I
I want: electrical
Other: Loud mouth, lazy, snore!
(page 11)
Star sign: Capri-corn
Name: moosey
Surname: Hammer
phone: 0406119090
Birth: 73
Hair color: brown
Eyes: brown
KG: 20
CM: 147
Siblings: Patsy & Veronica
Favorite season:spring and summer
I play: Cello
Favorite book: Prayer for Chernobyl
I like: Meatloaf
I hate: Fagots and dykes
Favorite food: Tomatoes and vineger
Idol: Me
Hobbies: Throwing stones
Memberships: word front
I want: carry a child inside of me and give birth to it!
Other: Kill all minorities!
(Page 12)
Star sign: capricorn
Name: Anna
surname: Sealander
Phone: perv!
Birth: 1981
Hair color: depends!
Eyes: Blue
Kg: 67 tonnes
Cm: 173 mm
Siblings: my friends
Favorite season: Autumn
I play: Air guitar
Favorite book: Virginia Wolf
I like: Candy!
I hate: asparagus
Favorite food: good stuff!
Idol: Mummy
Hobbies: paint and take photos
Memberships: my own club
other: I would love to live in an old house by my self in the countryside!
(page 15)
Star sign: Taurus
Name: Johnny Cash
Surname: Same as above
phone: 0046-611234598
Year of birth: 1976
Hair color: Blond
Eyes: Blue
Kg: 70?
Cm: 182
Siblings: Male, one
Favorite season: NOW!
I play: a fool for you!
Best Book: I don´t read
I like: Music!
I hate: Life!
Favorite food: pasta, pizza, tunashag,
Idol: Paul weller my Father
Hobbies: Music and watching football
Memberships: so what?
I want: to be blind and recover my sight by surgery!
Other: Aah Va´faan jääävla fubbick! (hard to translate)
USAF F-22A Raptor / 04-4080 (TY)
325th Fighter Wing / 95th Fighter Squadron "Boneheads"
Tyndal AFB, Florida, USA
...and now for a small pause in my running 2d art-series Finally this Grinning Roger is done, I haven´t signed it since I don´t really see it as a piece of art... merely a decoration of an existing object.
I have had this for a long time, but it has been rather dull (I think it can be seen on my older images) so I needed to flash him up a bit, since they eyes was rather droopy before I made the edges by by slowly applying acrylics around his or her non-eyeballs I also added some acrylics to the fringes of the missing nose and made the his toothlings stand out more by adding darker acrylics around every single dental tooth!
Now I am gonna sell him on a Swedish Online action house...
Wish me luck!
Peace and Noise!
/ MushroomBrain the creator of Cranial Boners
Portrait of a male Trumpeter Hornbill.
This is the first time I have ever photographed anything from my bed! This voyeur was in the large tree immediately outside our room. The verandah door was open so I lay on the bed and used a pillow as support to take this image. (Canon 7D + 500mm IS lens + 1.4x TC + feather pillow)
Shimba Hills Lodge, Kenya.
Framed by a friend.
Attention: This is a PSA for all the photographers out there that are dumb enough to accidentally delete a bunch of their photos. I didn't think I was one of them, but turns out I was wrong.
After getting home from hiking Moosilauke, I discovered that there were about 100 fewer photos on my memory card than I expected. I scrolled back and found that the earliest photos saved on the card were from the summit. I had mistakenly deleted ALL of the photos I took on the way up.
After my initial shock and denial slipped away, panic set in. I started flying through my mental inventory, cataloging the scenes I photographed along the way. I tried to convince myself it wasn't that bad and I still had a lot of images I was happy with, but after a couple hours of dwelling over all of the compositions I lost, I decided to see if there was any way to recover the images.
I learned two things that I hope might be helpful to folks out there if you find yourself in this situation:
First, when you erase images from your memory card, they don't actually go away. Rather the card just marks the space as available to be overwritten. This means that if you accidentally erase images on your card, the most important thing to do is to stop using that memory card immediately. I didn't know this and didn't realize my mistake until it was too late.
Second, hope was not lost. There is software available that can help you recover the erased images. While the photos were buried on the card, they could still be dug up. So, like an SD card archaeologist, I embarked on an epic journey to recover my beloved long lost images. What this looked like in real life, was me just downloading an app and clicking a button. Ultimately, I was able to recover about two thirds of the one hundred missing images. All things considered, I was very happy to have only lost about 35 images.
This photo here is from the summit of Mount Moosilauke, showcasing the rime ice patterns in the foreground and looking out toward Franconia Ridge in the background. It was a very windy day and I was bundled up big time on the peak: goggles, shell with the hood up, two layers of gloves, the whole deal. I don't know exactly how I ended up deleting all those images. My best guess is that I accidentally triggered the precisely wrong commands in the menu when I was wearing my bulky gloves. I will definitely be more careful in the future, and pop in a new card in the event I make another bonehead mistake.
Over Van Dolah stables and beginning to fade, but I was finally prepared...and still managed some boneheaded mistakes...
There's always one, one pillock who thinks he knows better. This bonehead couldn't be arsed to walk over the top or use the pavement on the other side of the road, no, he decided that he would walk over the tactile bricks and squeeze along the service pavement to reach New Street station. He got an angry blast from the bus drivers horn.
Copyright Geoff Dowling: All rights reserved
The "Boneheads" of the 95th Fighter Squadron fly the F-22A Raptor and are assigned to Tyndall AFB, Florida.
Taking part in Red Flag 15-3 are 12 of the 95th FS Raptors, such as the one in this photo (05-4095), seen here just prior to landing at Nellis AFB, Nevada.
Three black dogs and a beagle. our happy pack of pranksters. Mighty Milo...he's the one with his back turned...died last night in his sleep, just one month and a day after Bobo. They were the best of buds. Milo was a squirrley happy dog, as with all of them, full of love. They a will soon be all together out at Quilbilly Hollow running and playing and following the Bonehead with his nose ever to the ground.
Yes this is me, a self-portrait I took in the hallway in "our" apartment in Vienna, you can see that the haircut is quite fresh since I have a piece of paper from when I cut me while shaving
I must be in my end 30´s or something since that was the time I lived in Vienna... I wonder why no one copied this fashion?
Peace and Noise!
/ Mushroombrain the fashion Icon
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Café Frequenters Episode 120
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(letter written to Tim without any introduction)
Chapter Six!
at the very same time that Jimmy tried to turn his upper body towards the direction which was called in front until quite recently but which we now could call back!
Then he heard a mighty racket of a noise and his focus was drawn towards the Audio-shock, it sounded a bit like porcelain tiles of a white color where breaking by some outer force like a sledgehammer or a boneheads head being smacked in to a wall by an anti-fascist fighter...
His thoughts of this new problem temporarily drew all the focus from his old problem, he started to imagine what except for the previous two examples that could cause the small void-molecules of the air to vibrate in such an excited manner?
He couldn´t help thinking, that the cause to this audio-sensation could be, god forbid it: The Demon!!!
He made the following statements to himself while gravity in a continuum carried out what gravity forces often do, that is pulling him towards the ground, but this was a lesser problem right now, back to his inner statements:
* if is was the Daemon he was in a vulnerable state falling downwards the staircase
* up or down didn´t matter for the Daemon, he was how do you say it? ...a strange-matter gyroscope, he would be no less vulnerable in the state of falling!
* The Daemon was always a-top his mountain knoll gazing out in to the sunset from his elevated watchtower a top the fundamentally base earthly hill!
* The Daemon always had "an overwatch token" next to his base!
* what a Fudging Amazing chap this Daemon was, despite his singular number he always outgunned any enemy!
Then he thought!:
- Frap you Jimmy, you can´t panic, that is just what his almighty adversary wants him to do, that is panic, that is the way he used to outsmart his enemies, striking them with the utter most fear so that he didn´t have to fight!
Still Jimmy couldn´t help to slightly pee his ripped dirty pants while falling, just a small amount, but that was good thought our both mentally and physically down-falling hero (Jimmy)!
Since if he already have done that, some of the fear of doing that would fade away!
Kind of that nasty monks reasoning, sin in mass and get immunity to sin itself!
As Jimmy was falling, he noticed that it wasn´t the Daemon who was the other presence in the room, he carried out the rest of his fall in a peaceful mind...
Smack, he hit the floor with his ribs a nasty sound of between two to three ribs reached his brain before the pain, that is the nature of his acute hearing, always one step a head of the rest of his body!
Still two to three ribs was nothing, he had a vague memory of having his entire ribcage severely broken and at the same time a bleeding head while carrying an injured Smudge on his back in the jungle!
He made a temporary replacement of the bones and said to the other entity in the room...
- Oh so it was you my Left-Timorian favorite courtesan, you had me scared there for a moment I thought you were someone else!
the Left-Timorian pleasure-guy replied!
- Yes it is always hard to get it right when the booz has entered all systems in your body...
I was mainly just temporarily leaving the laminated bar to empty my little brother in the urinal, I mean you gotta respect him since he can contain so much liquid, otherwise going to the pub would be unbearable...
The Timorian didn´t get to say more...
another sound had started to make its way in to the Public Bog!
all of Jimmy´s Neckhairs was standing as stiff as the royal guard on duty! he hardly dared to turn his head to discover what he already had heard but wouldn´t even dare to think!
But he saw his friends eyes since he was in front of him and he didn´t need to turn his head to see his eyes, those Timorian eyes where full of wild and raving fear!!!!
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Hey Tim this was the sixth chapter, what do you think?
Do you think Jimmy is to macho?
I could tone him down a bit, but I dind´t wan´t him to be a daffodil, I mean since he was in Nam and all that...
some of the writing about Jimmy I base on your character, you manner, like Butch!
how are you and your wife?
Don´d forget to name any possible fruits of your union after me, you promised... just make Johnny/johnnyella their second name if you can´t convince her!
Take care, we have to go to the cheap-pub soon again! when we both have time!
Best Wishes!
/ Johnny