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Really, am I the first to make the spacegun-is-a-blowdryer-joke?
I can't be, right? I mean, it wasn't thát hard.
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I made a JALKOW collection, last year, in sort of homage to John's photostream and his JOHN Collection: the concurrent of the JOHN Collection. 'Not expensive, yet not cheap!'
So, big credits go to John and his trust.
This year, I had another brainwave, with lots of chairs and tables, so here it is: the JALKOW collection 2.
Digital Drugs or Binaural beats or Binaural Tones are auditory processing artifacts, or apparent sounds, the perception of which arises in the brain independent of physical stimuli. This effect was discovered in 1839 by Heinrich Wilhelm Dove.
So Santa Danbo found his sleigh-pulller (thank goodness!) and in the end , he didn't have to look very far at all, for it was his very best friend in the whole world Tiny Ted who helped save the day - and Christmas! He makes a very good Rein-bear indeed! ^_^ Merry Christmas everyone! I hope Santa is good to you all xoxo
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Tonmoy Sharma, CEO, Sovereign Health Group recently shared his vision for using neuro feedback as a tool for empowering patients who are being treated for substance abuse. In order to do so, Dr. Sharma explains, we start by measuring the four types of brain activity through the use of an EEG (electroencephalograph). The EEG picks up electrical impulses that are generated when we have any thoughts. Just like when we treat high cholesterol by measuring the different types of cholesterol in the body and the ratio between them, we can measure the four types of brainwaves that signify different types of brain activity. We know that people with substance abuse issues have a certain type of brain activity and our goal is to decrease that type of brain activity in relationship to other types of brain activity. We are working with the patient to change the ratio of the different brain activities in order to normalize brain function. After we have used EEG as an assessment tool we employ neuro feedback to help patients get their emotion regulation and decision making back on track. During between 12 and 20 neuro feedback sessions of about 30-40 minutes each we have them look at stimulus such as video or a photo that will evoke a certain emotion. We then train the patient to manage the brain waves so when faced with a trigger they can change their brain waves and resist the craving. This gives them the ability to help themselves by empowering them to take control over their emotions and begin to live day-by-day. Through these neurofeedback sessions, people suffering with addiction can see for themselves that it makes a big difference.
About Tonmoy Sharma, CEO, Sovereign Health Group. During a career spanning 30 years, Dr. Sharma has served as an acclaimed researcher having led countless international mental health clinical research trials, taught and trained students as a neuro-scientist and served as author or co-author of more than 200 peer-reviewed published articles and five books on schizophrenia and mental illness. He is dedicated to putting his vast knowledge to furthering the mental health field with insights into pharmacology and cognitive impairment treatment. Dr Sharma recognizes that the substance abuse treatment community is heading towards an inevitable next step in its evolution to ensure it continues to improve the quality of patients’ treatment. Today Dr. Tonmoy Sharma is committed to tirelessly promote and call for measurement-based care (MBC) in the diagnosis and treatment of addiction and mental illness calling for a national standardized measurement scale for assessing, diagnosing and treating alcohol and drug addiction.
For more on Tonmoy Sharma, CEO of Sovereign Health Group go to LinkedIn www.linkedin.com/in/tonmoysharmaceo
About Dr. Judith Ho. Dr. Judy Ho, Ph. D., ABPP is a licensed and board certified Clinical Psychologist based in Los Angeles. She lends her expertise as a panelist on a variety of national television shows and provides professional services in Psychological Testing and Forensic Expert work. She is a tenured professor of psychology at Pepperdine University.
How shy am I? I'm not so shy that I won't ask a cute guy to flex for me, but I am too shy to ask him to whip off his shirt no matter how many brainwaves I send out trying to get him to do just that. Those are the borderlands in which I live...
Here it is finally - my Terror Drome. I've wanted to build one of these for years now, and once I finally got started, it took about half a year to complete, working on and off, and taking breaks to build small MOCs here and there.
The original error Drome is considered by many Joe aficionados to be one of the all-time greatest large toys in the line.
www.yojoe.com/vehicles/86/terrordrome/
I never had a Terror Drome myself, but became well acquainted with them through the G.I.Joe comic, in which Terror Dromes were used for air defense, as a covert source for spreading "paranoia waves" and to house the terrifying Brainwave Scanner.
In the comic and cartoon, the Terror Drome was represented in several different versions, generally larger and more elaborate than the one exemplified by the toy, which should be considered to be a scaled-down and simplified representation of a larger and more sophisticated Cobra base.
St Catherine's Lighthouse. Round the Island Race, July 1, 2017
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Just opposite Green Park and having past Hyde Park Corner this is probably one of the more scenic parts of the Service 38 diagram, and also the most photogenic - eh well if you don't mind climbing over what amounts to a dual carriageway's central reservation (I knew my swimmer's body would come in handy somewhere on my hols this year!).
Under the Union Jack we can salute Boris Johnson's brainwave even if it is just a bit pricey (promise I won't mention that again)! This is Hybrid number 4 and the first of the newer registration plates LT12 DHT.
Smooth diagonals, aligned evenly and the Z effect combined with soft curves all make for an appealing image and from this angle I give the design 10 out of10 - another winner from Wrightbus.
The new design features two doors, an open rear platform and two staircases.Unlike the original standard RM Routemaster used in central London, the new bus has a conventional full front end and a rear platform that can also be a closed door when not needed, but the open platform seems to be the preferred norm.
The new layout allows it to be operated by one person at off-peak times, but a conductor is required for those boarding at the rear end between bus stops.
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HAPPY VALENTINE's everyone!
i couldn't decide between the bw and this one, so i uploaded both of them. i'm sorry i didn't come up with anything festive for V day, i guess the brainwaves were on a low tide today. lol.
i'm also in the process of applying for a part time job(i hope they pick me!!) at the mall, so i'm a little busy this week.
have a great day guys.
xoxoxo
♥
PS: my hair isn't really that red, its actually somewhere between burgundy and really really dark auburn.
The Singing Butler is a painting by Jack Vettriano.
It is a painting i have admired for some time.
I wanted to get a print of it to hang at home,
but then had the brainwave to recreate it instead.
This was taken on the beach at Blackrock at low tide.
The models are all friends of mine.
It is far more rewarding having a picture on my wall that i created,
with people i know,
rather than having somebody else's painting.
Name: Troy Hudson
Age: 18
Weapons: Escrima sticks that can double as a bo staff
Relationships to other characters: Conner Silver
(Boyfriend), Finch (Partner)
Height: 6’2
Weight: 136 Ibs
Ethnicity: American
Alias: Nexus
Skills: Various hand to hand combat techniques, Acrobatics, Technopathic (Communicate with machines and manipulation over them and electricity within people via the electromagnetic brainwaves)
Nemesis: Façade
Universe: DC
Affiliation: Hero
Back story
My name is irrelevant to whoever would be reading this, I only tell it to those I care for and there are very few people I care for. Though I was given the codename Nexus to go by, the link between that of machine and man. I’ve had a troubled past, my Mum died when I was born and my Dad… Well he’s a jackass. He spent all his money on whatever booze he could get meaning we lived in what I would call a shack that was falling apart at the seams. The man kept me locked in my room except for school, if I was late home, which I almost always was he beat me. He told me that I was a failure that he was stuck with and legally obliged to look after me. He even referred to me as his ‘Daughter’ because of who I liked, I’d come out as gay when I was thirteen and that didn’t sit well in where I lived. The place was fool of religious gats who claimed I was broken and needed to be fixed, me and Conner that was. And if I wasn’t getting beat up at home it was at school. The guys were a bunch Homophobes afraid of the different. I guess this is what inspired me to start training myself. I began to build myself up and train. I was sick of being treated like trash. I first discovered my unusual ability when walking home one day. The televisions in the store window caught my eye on my route to the shack. Breaking News was spelt in big red letters up in the corner and I saw some type of earthquake event that had torn apart Gotham. Cataclysm. I placed my hands on the windows trying to hear the muffled sound through the glass. I felt a jolt spring through me and leave out my fingertips. The televisions exploded outwards shards of glass flying everywhere, sending me to the ground and the person who had been standing next to me. I had to be given twenty six stitches in one arm; I’d almost pierced an artery. Dad had a fit, he’d claimed I’d put us back by too much money and beat me close to death. I had to go back to Hospital, that idiot. As I was otherwise incapacitated I decided to find out what had happened at the electronics store and what the jolt of power was. I didn’t find anything out. I couldn’t even replicate the situation. It took me two months to heal. Plus the added time it took me to get over the added attacks. But I only had to suffer for a half a year. That’s when I ran away. Of course I was going to miss some people. There was Conner of course. I’ll be back for him; I just had to find out a few things. I didn’t give up on trying to stay fit and decided that if I was on my own I’d need some kind of weapon to protect myself. I’d heard that Nightwing fellow used some kind of batons to fight. They looked fun to use. I used the library computers to look at some footage of Nightwing in action and where I could find those, what I believe is called Escrima Sticks. Then I felt that jolt. Damn. The computers and lights blew out sending sparks and shards all over the place and causing the library to go dark. Again, this had happened so many times since I’d left. It was becoming more and more frequent. I ran, I couldn’t afford to be charged with damage repair. Though I wouldn’t know who would charge a sixteen year old in a hoody I didn’t know. Then they found me, the organization Mockingbird. They’d taken interest in me since the event at the electronics store. They took me off the streets and bundled me into a van. Of course I screamed and kicked, but they overpowered me and I suddenly felt myself go limp. They’d drugged me. The next thing few events were a blur but next I remember I was in a poorly lit room with huge lights blinding me. A silhouette of a man appeared in front of the flood lights. He asked me my name. I stayed silent. He said it didn’t really matter if I never spoke to him at all, he had my file. All he needed to know was in their. He went on to explain that I was one of many like me. I was what was called a Nexus. The first Nexus. He said that twenty years ago Mockingbird was created to make a person capable of communing with electronics and machines. They attempted to do such a thing with cell alterations. Sixteen years ago the experiment was put into action and what people thought was a new type of influenza shot held the genetic material that would change the firstborn of whoever was injected with it. Unfortunately the side effect was that the woman was born to die in childbirth. I was the first person to activate my altered DNA and alert them that we were beginning to come online. At first they kept there distance incase their machinery had a surge of power and it was just false data. They said they needed me to find the others. That I was the ‘Nexus Prime.’ And that’s how I became the agent Nexus, the only teenager working for a sub division of the Government, legally that is, sort of. I of course needed a little training before they let me out of the facility. It helped that I’d kept in shape. And I finally got those Escrima sticks, and they double as a Bo staff. I ended up working with the agent who’d come to see me in their interrogation room. He’s called Finch. How ironic. Of course I was reluctant at first to jump on there band wagon and I tried to escape several times. Though I had nowhere better to go, I was pissed that from birth I had been engineered for the life I had and will have. I was never to have a mother, I was supposed to work with them that I was supposed to help them find other people like me and ruin their lives too. I had to ask why. Why they created us anyway. Finch only said that they would need us for something. He never said what. So you could see why I had a hard time trusting these people, though the vague comments and cold comfort grew on me. Strange as that may seem I started to enjoy myself. I got to be what people my age dream of being, a superhuman. Though I’m still not at total comfort with what they did, I’m just going to have to live with it. I’d promised myself I’d go back for Conner, though it took two years of trust building and training to get there but I did in the end. He was happy enough to see me to say the least. He got an apartment in the closest city to Mockingbird base and I visited him as often as I could. It was tough on him. I had even told him he needed to move on with his own life and find someone else other than me and have a normal life. I was in serious trouble for telling an outsider about what I do and Finch threatened to kill him if I told anyone else or if he blabbed. He didn’t blab. And that’s the short and rather depressing story of how I became who I am. I’m still not completely happy with how this all turned out but hey, I’m a superhero in my own right and my powers are still growing. I’ve been able to tell machines to change or do things without making them explode, so that’s a bonus. This is why I am Nexus, the link between man and machine.
My entry for TTPES build a hero contest the technopath Nexus!
I present to you the Mercedes-Benz Observation Coach ! Or should that be 'lack of observation coach', if you look at the position of the passengers' eyeline at the rear of the vehicle.
I am not sure if it was actually built like this, or if it was a result of a brainwave by this or its previous operator, Philjo Motors of Wellington, Shropshire. Made to Measure Minicoaches at Stockport, who did the original base conversion, were certainly capable of coming up with something as daft as this, so I wouldn't rule it out, and it must have been done to accommodate a huge boot area, which caused the rear floor area to be raised to compensate. But if you were building it from new, surely you would think to put some extra glazing in the sides, and not just make the rear three rows of passengers sit with their heads in the roof void ? You can clearly see that those headrests reach right up to the tops of the side windows, so there would be no visibility whatsoever.
And it is only on the basic 609D chassis as well, so fully loaded there would be a lot of weight for it to lug about, probably very slowly. Despite all that, it managed to keep going with later owners until 2006, which would be a good length of service for any 609D.
Seasiders Way, Blackpool, 8/10/94
because of not all my shots not working as I planned on my recent trip to the beach at Point Lonsdale, Victoria, I decided to have a good hard think about my workflow practices & came up with a bit of a brainwave solution to some dynamic range issues i've been experiencing of late that have been getting me down.
So I took some time out on my way home to catch some brackets & have just processed my first image using this refined technique. & I'm very happy. I think i've squeezed a bit more sharpness & better colour rendering out of the final image due to this cleaner method of catching the extremes of dynamic range.
Best brainwave in my liiiiife ;D
This is Gemma, but my balloons and my hoodie. :)
I found the most gorgeous Hollister jacket, but I'm not made of money, so I can't afford the £94 for the jacket plus the £20 p&p :( going to have to save up a load.
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No! It isn’t that.
Merely short term memory loss. Sometimes I can’t remember what I had for dinner the night before and sometimes, because I can be posing anywhere, which means sometimes I forget where I am and I have a need to go looking for myself. If I ever get totally lost ….. woe is me.
Brainwave …… Just go looking for the where the camera is and guaranteed I will be there.
Easy peasy!
I picked up the Batman jet-ski set today, but had a brainwave so re-purposed another into a Robin version. (I also swapped out the front of the batcycle on batman's jet-ski to take advantage of the sticker)
Project TW (Travelling Wage) - Image 99/366
Being one of the biggerers uglies livings here on Earths with you all means that I gets to has so much funs lookering after all the littlers uglies that comes with us from Uglyworld.
For the pasts coupler of weekies I has been hards at work makerings my coolers tenter and also designerings all the coolers images so that I could cuts them outer and gluers them ontos the fronts of my tenter to be the backgrounders for my easters story.
You can sees justs how biggers a crowd gathereds to hears the story this years, so it musts have been a gooders one!
I'll shares it withs you alls if you likers...?
"Robbie and Roberta rabbiter wakereds up brighters and earliers on Easters Sunday, and when they lookereds out of the windows they wondereds if the Easters Bunny had paids them a visiter"
"As Roberta reachereds their livingsroomer she gaspereds with shock while lookerings at their easter eggies basketer, as it was sitterings there completely emptiers!!!"
"Robbie, comes quick, the easters rabbiter hasn't been able to pays us a visiter, and now we has no tastiers easter eggies in our basketer, what are we goings to do now for our easters sunday dinnerers!"
*gaspers from the audiencers*
"Roberta was cryings her eyes out when Robbie hads the brainwaver to takes a walker outsides in the warms spring sunshiners, and afters dryerings Robertas tearies away with some tissuers the pair settereds off for a nice walkers in the countrysider"
"Afters a while Robbie and Roberta were startings to get mega hungries, but an easter eggies shop was nowheres to be findereds, and the pair begans to grow weariers and wondereds if this woulds be their lasts easterer togethers"
*ooohhhh from the audiencers*
"Roberta sittereds down on the grounds, unabler to continuers, Robbie, after makerings sure that she was comfiers decidereds to walks justs that littlers bit furthers, ups and overs the nexts hiller"
"As he reachereds the tops of the hill he coulds see a builderings in the distancers, and nots just any builderings, a cookie shopper!"
*gaspers from the audiencers*
"He shoutereds back downs to Roberta who gettereds a seconders wave of energies at the gooders news and she sprintereds as fasts as her feeties could carries her ups the hill to stands sides by sides with Robbie once mores"
"Froms about half a miler away they could sniffers the sweeters aromas of cookies that mosts rabbiters only dreamers about, and when they reachereds the doors of the shop they were greetereds by the biggerests selectioner of cookies you can possiblies imaginer!"
*cheerers from the audiencers*
"Roberta and Robbie eaters all the cookies their littlers bellys could holds and they evens takereds a few boxers of the tastiers cookies home withs them to enjoyers for the days to comes."
"As the sun slowly droppereds over the horizons the pair skippereds off home with biggerers smiles on their faces and tastiers cookies unders their arms"
*massivers clapperings and cheererings from the audiencers*
Happiers Easter Everyones!!!
From the Uglydoll blog at blog.adventuresinuglyworld.com/
And on Twitter at - @uglyadventures
On Google+ at - plus.google.com/110890957394686361214/posts
p.s. A massive thank you all for the views, comments and favourites over the last 1500 images of my adventures in uglyworld set (or what should simply be known as the story of the little guys life here with us on Earth), 1500 images, I can't believe it myself!!!
It's all your feedback on Flickr, the Adventures In Uglyworld blog, Facebook, Google+, and so many other websites out there that makes this so much more fun to do for myself and Mireille! You guys inspire us to continue, so here's to the next 500 images...!!!
Barry & Mireille.
Sole's sleeping out in the open now but when I came home, earlier in the day, he was nowhere to be found. Our home is less than 1100 sq ft and I looked for him in every single square foot. The only conclusion I could come to was that he slipped outside one of the times I left the house. But then I got the brainwave to call him ... not by calling SOLE but BABY KITTY. He comes to BABY KITTY. I still don't know where he was hiding but he showed up licked y split. Phew!
The message from a Flickr Friend late last week read, “A nesting Banded Dotterel family have been sighted. I’m going to look for them tomorrow if you’re interested!”
I was interested, but couldn’t really justify the price of Petrol (which has been as much as $0.25 a litre higher than normal for several weeks), and anyway (as it happened): Saturday dawned very wet, very windy and very cool; it was not a good day to go searching for a family of birds…!
However, Sunday evening, I had a brainwave (It happens sometimes!): Public Transport wouldn’t cost me anything now that I was a Senior Citizen with a Government-issued Gold Card! So guess who was at the at the local railway station at 9am with his Gold Card at the ready, and a back-pack loaded with camera gear???
Upon arriving at the Site, I found the Family – or at least one of the adults – very quickly, and so very quietly approached the lone bird – very careful to keep a very respectful distance between it and me. Sitting down, I noticed a chick searching for snacks who was a bit closer than expected – or at least it was until its parent gave a shrill cry, and in a flash it was gone. And that, I thought, was that…
However, to my surprise, and after only a few minutes, the adult moved much closer, and after about half an hour, gave another shrill cry and the chick appeared again! (I'd obviously passed some sort of test!).
Two hours after first arriving, yet another shrill cry split the air, the chick disappeared again, and this time the adult flew off... The Photo Shoot was over and it was time to go home, but it had been a unique experience… and as a bonus, I had something like 150 photos in the camera!
In closing, thanks to my Flickr friend Paul who visited the family in the midst of Saturday’s storm and who alerted me to the Dotterel family… and I’m sorry Paul but I definitely got the better weather: clear blue skies, warm sunshine, and just a pleasant breeze!
Thanks so much for visiting my Site, and thanks especially for taking the time and trouble to leave a Comment; it's always nice to hear from you...!
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Project 365 - Image 98/365
Orange Ice-Bat had mysteriously gone missing over the last few days, so before leaving for work this morning I decided to try and find him (I was getting worried that he wouldn't be able to find food for himself and could end up starving while I'm working long days).
I searched high and low (with the help of several other Uglies) and we couldn't find him anywehere, so Babo had the brainwave (as always) to have everyone stand perfectly still and silent.
Feint sounds of "nom, nom, nom" could be heard from the kitchen, so we silently crept upstairs and found Orange Ice-Bat inside a tub of peach sweeties. When he began to feel like a goldfish inside it's bowl due to us all staring at him, he popped the lid open and said "wassssssup" to which Babo replied, "Alls is ok's with you?". "Yup, just nom'ing on some nom nom's".
At least we managed to find the little guy and make sure he was ok.
From the Uglydoll blog at adventuresinuglyworld.blogspot.com/
Ah. It's finally there! The last pieces!
I have to say that I saved the best for last, but not really on purpose. When I look back the chair/table-combination is one of my favorites, the storagerack is one of the most realistic looking pieces and I love the showcase for it's simplicity. I hope you guys feel the same!
I can hear you say: is it over? Is.. Is it? (add dramatic music). Yes! Nomnomnomnooom. Well, maybe if I get a little more time than I got the last weeks, there might be a chance that you'll get a little Grand Finale. But only a little one!
Thanks for watching and keep bricking!
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I made a JALKOW collection, last year, in sort of homage to John's photostream and his JOHN Collection: the concurrent of the JOHN Collection. 'Not expensive, yet not cheap!'
So, big credits go to John and his trust.
This year, I had another brainwave, with lots of chairs and tables, so here it is: the JALKOW collection 2.
I dont usually take my macro kit on holiday with me, its bulky and gets in the way also i'm completely addicted to it and can get a bit carried away which isn't fair on everyone else. However for our recent trip to Corfu our destination looked so stunning that i decided to take a dslr instead of a little pocket camera for our holiday snaps. Then i had a brainwave and bought a cheap set of close up filters off of amazon my thinking being that they would take up no room at all and when we were out and about if i saw any nice bugs i could quickly screw one on to my 18-55 kit lens take a piccy or two then whip it off into my pocket and carry on with whatever we were doing no harm done everybodies happy, the only thing was i didn't expect brilliant results but they would at least be better than our little ageing Canon sureshot. After a little go or two though i started getting some quite passable shots better than expected for sure and i didn't really get chance to try out all the magnification permutations that they offered sticking to just the one X4 filter. Am i glad i made the effort ! Corfu has some amazing insects i had a great time chasing them and i wasn't even leaving the road all the pics of creatures i got were taken in vegetation by the side of the road, imagine what a proper expedition into the countryside with a serious macro set up would turn up...oh well one of these days......
Paleokastritsa, Corfu
I’ve often heard it said that everything’s connected. Right now I’m noticing how every little domestic job is connected to umpteen others. I set out to do one job and find umpteen others have somehow gotten between me and the intended task in hand!
I stood earlier in the utility room, about to get going on the shoe cleaning duties when another job snuck its way in … ‘How many shoes does a man need?’ Maybe it’s time to let go of numerous pairs of partly worn shoes we’ve got stored on racks in some subconscious attempt to outdo Amilda de Marcos.
Dad used to manage perfectly well with just two pairs of shoes. A black pair and a brown pair. His shoes were specially made for him due to his war wounds you know! In his case, both his feet were badly crushed in an RAF wartime accident involving a Short Stirling bomber and a crash landing. And so, the memory of his shoe cleaning routine and his use of brown for weekends and black for weekdays, comes back to remind me of leaner days long past.
Again, subconsciously, I’ve mostly, for the past twenty years, had a brown and a black pair of shoes on the go, though the brown ones hardly get a look in. These days on the catwalk of life, (Give us a twirl Anthea!) I’m mostly sporting black Solavair Gibson shoes, these latest ones being the 10th pair I’ve owned. ‘If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it’ seems to make good sense.
Carol on the other hand … well let’s just say that she likes shoes and whilst my brainwave of letting go of my old shoes to create some much needed ‘useful’ space seemed great at the time, it’s instantly overtaken by the realisation that the space will simply make way for more of M’ Ladyships shoes. On the plus side, shoe shining duty also equates to a cup of tea and a spot of Radio 4.
And … he notices, as yet another connection connects itself to his constantly open connectors … I do love the radio. Mostly Jazz on Radio 3 or nearly everything on Radio 4. I’ve also got my eyes on an old World Band radio, a Grundig 3400 ideally. A radio so clever it can transport you around the world or back in time to teenage days of Radio Caroline or Radio Luxembourg, well almost.
Anyway, as Mum used to often say from the command and control centre of her favourite chair, “It’s no good, this isn’t getting anything done!”
So, on that determined note, I’d better get to it and finish shining those shoes!
TTFN