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As the sun began to rise over Gotham, Tim sat in front of one of the holding cells in the Batcave. The spot had been taken up several months earlier by the Clown Prince of Crime himself, but now actor Markus Lovadina sat in a daze on the cold ground. With the device still implanted in his face Lovadina could not see, and after several moments of screaming while scrambling around the cell Tim managed to calm the man down. Hearing Bruce and Alfred approach however, Tim activated a soundproof wall around the cell, which also acted as a one way mirror for the those outside. Turning to face Alfred and the unmasked, still injured Bruce, Tim asked,
“Did Al fill you in?”
“He did. And I connected the dots for some the information we have on Weston right now. Panessa’s one of several movie studios in the Gotham area with Le Spectacle being the largest. I can’t keep the Batwing off its course whilst tracking the crimson assassin, but if it catches anything off while over those buildings we’ll be the first to know.” Bruce replied, attempting to move his arm and wincing in the process.
“Good. But at the same time…Weston most likely won’t be at the studios. He talked to me over the communication systems in Panessa. We need to find him before he sets up another scene in another studio or else we risk another actor being injured.” Tim explained as Bruce nodded,
“My full efforts are focused on the March case as of now, and the way I see it the sooner you wrap up this case with Weston the sooner we can double our efforts to catch the assassin…which is why I’m going to ask Jason to investigate the dealer in New Carthage.” Tim was shocked as his mentor said this,
“Bruce…this is my case. If this was yours you wouldn’t leave it up to anyone else…you’re doing it now with the March case!” Tim froze after saying this, realizing his voice had been raised for the last bit and his right hand was clenched into a fist. Lowering it, he looked down ashamedly while saying, “I’m sorry…it’s just been Steph…then my dad’s back in town…” Thinking for a moment, Alfred turned to Bruce, saying,
“Perhaps, sir, it would be best for Tim to go himself. Spend the day in New Carthage to have some breathing room.” Resting his chin on his good hand, Bruce thought for a moment before saying,
“I understand…But I need you Tim. Just be back as soon as possible, the crimson assassin could strike at anytime and I’ll need you in the field if he does. Not to mention if Weston decides to begin his onslaught earlier in the day.” Beginning to walk towards the vehicle depot, Tim said,
“I won’t let you down Bruce. I’ll be back sooner than you know it…” Then turning his attention to Alfred, he said, “Al, send the coordinates to the Robin-cycle!”
“Taking a land-based vehicle will waste too much time,” Bruce explained as he looked to the other vehicles nearby, “…take the Batcopter, there’s a stealth mode you can activate…just bring it home in one piece.” Already excitedly beside the flying machine, Tim smirked, saying,
“Thank you!” Before climbing into the cockpit, activating the stealth mode and lifting off. Once again connecting his wrist device to the Batcopter’s mainframe, he was able to program the autopilot. As the vehicle began its predestined course, Tim watched Bruce and Alfred disappear from view, soon followed by the Batcave and Wayne Manor as he found himself over the Gotham River before exiting the city.
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Le château de Pomponne
L’histoire du lieu débute officiellement vers 1107 avec Hugues de Pomponne qui s’oppose au roi de France Louis le Gros. Ce sont les premiers documents historiques dont nous avons trace.
Ancien point de passage obligé sur la Marne, d’abord à gué puis franchissement par pont, l’agglomération de Pomponne se développe autour de ce lieu de passage et donne naissance à une seigneurie qui se traduit par l’implantation d’une vaste propriété avec en son centre un château appelé Château de Pomponne en 1176 mais il s’agit d’une forteresse.
En 1489 L’officier des armées Martin Courtin reçoit, de Louis XII, en récompense de ses services, la seigneurie de Pomponne alors rattachée à la couronne. 3 générations de Courtin se succèdent sans interruption et donnent une des plus grande puissance et expansion à la terre de Pomponne.
Marie Courtin porta la seigneurie à Nicolas de Haqueville par mariage les Haqueville conservant le titre de seigneur de Pomponne jusqu’en 1619.
Grace à cette famille, le domaine sera de nouveau considérablement agrandi vers 1530. Ils achètent une foule de petites propriétés avoisinant le château, en particulier celle de MENYON qui était enclavée dans le parc et s’étendait de l’église jusqu’à l’allée de Bordeaux. Son annexion amena la destruction de beaucoup d’habitations, diminua singulièrement la population du village auquel elle supprima le chemin le plus direct pour se rendre à Bordeaux, Forest ou Monjay.
Le dernier Hacqueville décède sans enfant et c’est sa demi sœur Catherine de la Borderie qui en hérite et l’apporte en dote à son époux Robert Arnauld d’Antilly en 1613.
Le château fut alors reconstruit en 1663 par Robert à la place qu’il occupe aujourd’hui, l’ancien étant plus proche de la mairie, à l’extrémité du parterre actuel. Des fossés sont creusés et des ponts-levis construits. Robert fait également tracer les allées et les avenues du petit parc et des jardins d’après les dessins de Le Notre.
Il ordonne ensuite la clôture du grand parc et obtient par traité avec les habitants de Pomponne le passage sur leur terre des tuyaux de la grand fontaine et du miroir qui captent toutes les sources des environs et desservent en eau les bassins aménagés par son ordre.
Il complète toutes ces transformations en faisant construire en 1670 contre l’église une maison pour le maître d’école.
Son fils Simond Arnauld (1618-1699), diplomate, ministre et secrétaire d'état aux affaires étrangères, bien en cour au début du règne de Louis XIV, fut disgracié en 1662 à la chute de Fouquet dont il était l’ami. On dit qu’il avait contre lui Colbert et Louvois. Revenu en grâce, il obtint d’ériger la seigneurie de Pomponne en marquisat en 1682, à la grande joie de son amie Mme de Rabutin-Chantal, Marquise de Sévigné, dont on sait qu'elle visita à plusieurs reprise M. de Pomponne en son château.
En 1676, il obtient la modification du chemin de Paris à Lagny qui a pour but d’enclaver l’ancienne route dans le domaine, de démolir les maisons longeant le parc et de l’affranchir de toute servitude désagréable.
En 1679 il bâtit une arcade qui partant du parc allait rejoindre la rue Maquereau pour suivre ensuite l’allée d’ormes plantées par lui le long de la marne. En 1681 construction d’une chapelle particulière à côté du château et en 1682 le marquis de Pomponne achète la terre de Bordeaux.
A sa mort, son fils Nicolas Arnauld lui succède et fait bâtir l’école de pomponne en 1729 et dès lors, très en avance sur son temps, l’école est gratuite à Pomponne pour les filles et les garçons.
En 1756 les jardins sont modifiés.
En 1759 les terres et le marquisat sont vendus au marquis de Brou puis l’ensemble est cédé à M. Huvelin de Baviller qui commença la restauration du château, mort subitement, la propriété fut de nouveau vendue à M. Le Bas de Courmont qui entame des travaux et rachète à peu près toutes les terres alors concédées lors des successions difficiles. En 1794 il est guillotiné.
En 1821, sa veuve vend la propriété à M. Louis Dreux qui, à la demande de son fils Edouard Dreux (1803-1878), qui souhaitait s’installer à Pomponne, la remet en état. Il élargit la rue vieille (actuelle rue Louis Dreux, la plus ancienne de Pomponne) en 1830; Restaure l’église et la rend au culte en 1835.
En 1852, il rachète les jardins, les potagers et dépendances de l’ancienne ferme située à droite de l’avenue du Mail qui étaient devenues propriétés particulières. Il détruit la maison de maître et les bâtiments de la ferme et fait planter le jardin anglais.
En reconstruisant les murs, balustres et parapets du château on a trouvé une grande quantité de médailles portant millésimes 1663 qui indiquent la date à peu près certaine du château actuel.
Les allemands occupent le château en 1870, le pillent et dégradent le mobilier.
En 1871 Edouard Dreux répare les dégats et fait exhumer 30 soldats prussiens. Un mausolé leur a été élevé dans le cimetière communal.
A sa mort, son gendre M. Albert Dumez réalise les parterres et le château d’eau qui sont la reproduction en plus grand des cascades de Saint-Cloud dont l’architecte Hottot Saint-Ange s’inspira.
Les eaux vives ruissellent par les trop pleins, des jets d’eau jaillissent à chaque niveau par des faces de monstres allégoriques. A l’époque l’ensemble est ouvert au public lors de certaines festivités et tous les 2e dimanche de septembre.
L’esplanade circulaire qui fermait le parc vers l’Est, au-delà du miroir et à laquelle on parvenait par deux rampes douces en forme de fer à cheval est transformée. Les jardins sont reconstitués à l’aide de documents anciens dans un pastiche de style classique. Le parc est le seul de son espèce dans toute l’Ile-de-France.
Pendant la guerre de 14-18 Mme Dreux veuve Dumez fonde une ambulance de 35 lits à ses frais, hébergeant surtout des grands blessés convalescents, qui fonctionnera jusqu’en 1919.
En 1918 le château servi de lieu de réunion au grand quartier général de la 2 bataille de la Marne. Clémenceau, Foch, Pétain et Gouraud, des généraux anglais et américains y ont élaboré les plans qui devaient conduite à la victoire finale. Une plaque commémorant ces réunions historiques fut enlevée par les allemands pendant l’occupation du château de 1940 à 1944.
Au décès de Mme Dumez, en 1942, la propriété est vendue. Le nouveau propriétaire M. Doriol, un industriel, exploite le bois du parc tandis que le château et les jardins, acheté par l’état en 1945 sont affectés au ministère de l’intérieur qui abrite la caserne de la compagnie républicaine (CRS4).
Le 5 juillet 1943 l’ensemble du château et des jardins est inscrit à l’inventaire supplémentaire des monuments historiques.
Aujourd’hui, l’alimentation en eau des bassins est à reprendre, ainsi que les conduites et pompes élévatrices.
Le Bassin des enfants est à recréer, le bassin octogonal est à réhabiliter. Les jardins à arbres à replanter.
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Jacey displaying her new enhanced boobs three months after implants. Hormone treatment simply got her babies to an A cup. Jacey is now refreshing her entire bra collection to support her new fully developed 34C bouncers.
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O conjunto arquitetónico do chamado Santuário de Nossa Senhora da Pedra Mua, implantado no extremo do Cabo Espichel, é sem dúvida o mais importante e característico do Concelho. Há neste precioso agregado de edificações, desde a antiga Ermida da Memória à Igreja Seiscentista, desde os corpos rústicos das "hospedeiras" ao aqueduto e à "Casa da Água", uma unidade de valores gráficos que fez esquecer a disparidade de estilos. O culto de Nossa Senhora do Cabo perde-se na bruma dos tempos e é crível que anteriormente à sua veneração - a partir do Séc. XV - o Cabo Espichel fosse centro de peregrinações.
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E finalmente ficou pronto, um dos trabalhos mais demorados e mais legais que eu ja fiz.
Demorado porque é um serviço que não rende como gostaria (e com isso e outras pequenas coisas, demorei mais do que previ) e mais legal porque o resultado é incrível.
Ja havia feito reroot com nylon e com mohair é muito diferente. Foi feito o método do nó, devido ao tamanho do fio (cerca de 7'') com mohair angorá em diversos tons de azul e alguns tons de verde. Não tenho certeza de quantos tufinhos foram implantados, pois perdi a conta em 300, mas foram muitos.
Obrigada Cleo pela confiança e super paciência.
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Chris from Atlanta at the Honk! brass band festival.
I asked him to give me the "baby in the portrait studio" look
Les Halles de Quimperlé.
Ce marché couvert, conçu par les constructeurs Moreau frères en 1886 a été implanté à la place d’un ensemble de vieilles demeures insalubres appelé » Petit quartier « , détruit pour des raisons d’hygiène et de circulation.
El Templo de Hefestión está situado en El ágora de Atenas, era el centro de la actividad comercial, social y política de la antigua ciudad de Atenas. Era, entre otros, el lugar donde los atenienses se reunían para discutir sus leyes y decidir el futuro político de su ciudad, el cual solía depositarse en manos de aquellos que mejor dominasen el arte de convencer. La filosofía de Sócrates, o, con más exactitud, los inmortales diálogos platónicos (y la academia de Platón, cuyas puertas estuvieron abiertas durante más de ocho siglos) le dieron a nuestra forma de pensar, unas bases imperecederas, nacidas en el seno de un grupo de amigos de la sabiduría que se oponía a aquella democracia, del ágora, que dejaba el futuro de la ciudad en manos de sofisticados oradores.
Allí se encontraban templos dedicados a los dioses olímpicos, a Hefestos, a Zeus y a Apolo. También estaban las cortes donde se celebraban juicios y donde condenaran a Sócrates a pena de muerte por, según sus acusadores, corromper a los jóvenes e introducir dioses nuevos.
Hasta las reformas de Clístenes era el lugar de concentración de la Ekklesía (Asamblea). El ágora ateniense se convirtió en una zona residencial durante las ocupaciones romana y bizantina. Lo cual se vio indiscutiblemente en las nuevas formas implantadas en cuanto al arte de discutir.
El Ágora era un lugar sagrado, como testimonian numerosos santuarios.
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A friend's implants. Some weeks later the ball in the middle started to wander downwards and is a lot closer to the left one in the picture now. Sucks cause you can't just push it back it place, you know? ;o)
British postcard by A Bigger Splash, Manchester, no. X672. Photo: Dark Horse Comics / Polygram. Publicity still for Barb Wire (David Hogan, 1996).
Sexy Canadian-American actress and model Pamela Anderson (1967) is best known for the TV series Home Improvement, Baywatch and V.I.P., but the platinum blonde but naturally born brunette also appeared in a dozen of feature films and on a record 14 Playboy covers. Furthermore she is an international celebrity thanks to her rocky marriages, her animal rights activism and her changing bust sizes.
Pamela Denise Anderson was born in Ladysmith, (Vancouver Island), BC, Canada, the daughter of Barry Anderson, a furnace repairman, and Carol (née Grosco) Anderson, a waitress. She was the first Canadian baby born in Ladysmith Canada's Centennial Day in 1967, A Centennial Baby. As a child, Anderson suffered frequent sexual abuse, a fact she revealed publicly in 2014: she was molested by a female babysitter from ages 6 to 10, raped by a 25-year-old man when she was 12, and gang-raped by her boyfriend and six of his friends when she was 14. She also revealed that her father, though "loving", had been an alcoholic. Anderson attended Highland Secondary School in Comox, British Columbia. During high school, she played on the volleyball team. She graduated in 1985. In 1988, the 19-years-old Anderson moved to Vancouver and worked as a fitness instructor. In 1989, Anderson attended a BC Lions Canadian Football League game at the BC Place Stadium in Vancouver, where the stadium camera featured her on the electronic scoreboard while wearing a Labatt's Beer T-shirt. The fans cheered her and she was brought down to the football field. Because of her fame in Vancouver, she signed a commercial contract with The brewing company to be the Blue Zone girl. More advertising assignments followed. Anderson appeared as the cover girl on Playboy magazine's October 1989 issue. She moved to Los Angeles to further pursue a modelling career. Playboy subsequently chose her as Playmate of the Month in their February 1990 issue, in which she appeared in the centrefold photo. Anderson then elected to have breast implant surgery, increasing her bust size to 34D. She famously increased her bust size again, to 34DD, several years later. Anderson has since appeared in Playboy several times in the 1990s and the 2000s. Anderson's Playboy career spans 22 years, and she has appeared on 14 Playboy covers, more than any other model. Anderson was the last to pose nude in Playboy, on the magazine's January/February 2016 cover. She also became known as a lifelong animal rights and human advocate and is also an activist for environmental issues. In 2006, she posed naked in the window of Stella McCartney's store in London to protest against the use of fur for making clothes.
After Pamela Anderson moved to Los Angeles, she won a minor role as Lisa, the original ‘Tool Time girl’, on the television sitcom, Home Improvement (1991-1993), starring Tim Allen. She left the show after two seasons and won the role of lifeguard C. J. Parker on Baywatch (1992-1997), the action drama series about the Los Angeles County Lifeguards who patrol the beaches of Los Angeles County, California, starring David Hasselhoff. She played C.J. for five seasons making her one of the longest serving and most popular cast members. This has been her best known role to date and she later reprised her role to return in a reunion movie, Baywatch: Hawaiian Wedding (Douglas Schwartz, 2003). In 1994, she was cast in her first starring film role, in the action thriller Raw Justice (David A. Prior, 1994), co-starring with Stacy Keach. She also appeared in Naked Souls (Lyndon Chubbuck, 1996), starring Brian Krause. Next she starred in the action-Science Fiction film Barb Wire (David Hogan, 1996), based on the Dark Horse comic book series of the same name. The thinly veiled futuristic remake of Casablanca was poorly received by critics, bombed at the box office and resulted for Anderson in a Golden Raspberry Award for her interpretation. In 1998, she came back as Vallery Irons in the TV series V.I.P. (1998-2002) about a bodyguard agency (V.I.P. aka Vallery Irons Protection). Blending action and humour in a fast-paced adventure series, with Anderson often poking fun at her tabloid image, the show explored the exciting and sometimes treacherous lives of the rich and famous. The series lasted through a successful four-year run. In 1999, Anderson had her breast implants surgically removed. The breaking news seemed like the end of an era.
Pamela Anderson married Tommy Lee, drummer of Mötley Crüe in 1995, after knowing him for about 4 days. They wed on a beach, with Anderson in a bikini. Anderson's mother did not know, and learned of the marriage from People magazine. A sex tape of Anderson and Tommy Lee on their honeymoon was stolen from their home in 1995 and made a huge stir on the Internet. Anderson sued the video distribution company, Internet Entertainment Group. Ultimately, the Lees entered into a confidential settlement agreement with IEG. During this time, she was known professionally as Pamela Anderson Lee. Together they have two sons, Brandon Thomas Lee and Dylan Jagger Lee. The couple divorced in 1998. In 2000, Anderson became engaged to Swedish model Marcus Schenkenberg, but they broke up in 2001. In 2004, Anderson became a naturalized citizen of the United States, while retaining her Canadian citizenship. She became engaged to the singer Kid Rock (Robert J. Ritchie); and they married in 2006. Later that year Anderson miscarried while shooting a new film, Blonde and Blonder (Dean Hamilton, 2006) with Denise Richards. Seventeen days later, Anderson filed for divorce. In 2007, Anderson married Rick Salomon in a small wedding ceremony at The Mirage, between her two nightly appearances at the Planet Hollywood Resort and Casino in Hans Klok's magic show. The couple separated later that year and Anderson requested through the courts that the marriage be annulled, citing fraud. In 2014 they remarried and also divorced again in 2015. Her film work in the new millennium consisted mainly of cameos in such comedies as Scooby-Doo (Raja Gosnell, 2002) with Freddie Prinze Jr. and Sarah Michelle Gellar, and Scary Movie 3 (David Zucker, 2003), part of the franchise that parodied the horror, sci-fi, and mystery genres. In 2004, she released the book Star, co-written by Eric Shaw Quinn, about a teenager trying to become famous. Her second book, the sequel Star Struck (2005), is a thinly veiled look at her life with Tommy Lee and the trials of celebrity life. Anderson appeared in the mockumentary, Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan (Larry Charles, 2006), as the title character (Sacha Baron Cohen) becomes obsessed with her, and plans to abduct and marry her. She appears as herself at a book signing at the end of the film, confronted by Borat in a staged botched abduction. The film opened at No. 1 in the US box office, maintaining first place for two weeks straight. More recently she co-starred in the independent film The People Garden (Nadia Litz, 2016), a Canadian-Japanese drama starring Dree Hemingway, and for this year she’s scheduled to return in a cameo as the older C.J. in a new film version of Baywatch (Seth Gordon, 2017). The new film version stars Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson, Priyanka Chopra and Zac Efron and the tagline is promising: Don't worry, summer is coming. Recently, Pamela Anderson, now 49, appeared in the erotic magazine The Amorist in new pictures by photographer Rankin for a new ad campaign for an erotic lingerie brand. The DailyMail Online commented: “Time may well be a cruel mistress, but Pamela Anderson goes some way towards proving the years have been kind in a stunning new photoshoot.”
Sources: Pamelandersonfoundation.org, Daily Mail Online, Wikipedia and IMDb.
Okey I know I am late but..... here's my excuse. Yesterday evening i planned to upload my photo but my brother needed to go out for a ride to make his weekly shot. No regrets of that because now I earned myself some nice new industrial environment photos and we should never meet "Gerrit" our securty guy. (have to read this story).
Okey we reached the "I" and the I knew my subject for weeks allready.
My loyale followers also know it did something similar within my 50 days 50mm poject but that was a bit fake because that flower never really growed in the lightbulb I just put it in for the photo.
For this shot I really planted some seeds into this bulb and hoped it would suc"seed". I really think the result if very awesome and this experiment shows you can create your own glasshouse for almost nothing within you own livingroom.
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This photo was taken on Bank Street, between Greenwich & Washington
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This set of photos is based on a very simple concept: walk every block of Manhattan with a camera, and see what happens. To avoid missing anything, walk both sides of the street.
That's all there is to it …
Of course, if you wanted to be more ambitious, you could also walk the streets of Brooklyn, Queens, Staten Island, and the Bronx. But that's more than I'm willing to commit to at this point, and I'll leave the remaining boroughs of New York City to other, more adventurous photographers.
Oh, actually, there's one more small detail: leave the photos alone for a month -- unedited, untouched, and unviewed. By the time I actually focus on the first of these "every-block" photos, I will have taken more than 8,000 images on the nearby streets of the Upper West Side -- plus another several thousand in Rome, Coney Island, and the various spots in NYC where I traditionally take photos. So I don't expect to be emotionally attached to any of the "every-block" photos, and hope that I'll be able to make an objective selection of the ones worth looking at.
As for the criteria that I've used to select the small subset of every-block photos that get uploaded to Flickr: there are three. First, I'll upload any photo that I think is "great," and where I hope the reaction of my Flickr-friends will be, "I have no idea when or where that photo was taken, but it's really a terrific picture!"
A second criterion has to do with place, and the third involves time. I'm hoping that I'll take some photos that clearly say, "This is New York!" to anyone who looks at it. Obviously, certain landscape icons like the Empire State Building or the Statue of Liberty would satisfy that criterion; but I'm hoping that I'll find other, more unexpected examples. I hope that I'll be able to take some shots that will make a "local" viewer say, "Well, even if that's not recognizable to someone from another part of the country, or another part of the world, I know that that's New York!" And there might be some photos where a "non-local" viewer might say, "I had no idea that there was anyplace in New York City that was so interesting/beautiful/ugly/spectacular."
As for the sense of time: I remember wandering around my neighborhood in 2005, photographing various shops, stores, restaurants, and business establishments -- and then casually looking at the photos about five years later, and being stunned by how much had changed. Little by little, store by store, day by day, things change … and when you've been around as long as I have, it's even more amazing to go back and look at the photos you took thirty or forty years ago, and ask yourself, "Was it really like that back then? Seriously, did people really wear bell-bottom jeans?"
So, with the expectation that I'll be looking at these every-block photos five or ten years from now (and maybe you will be, too), I'm going to be doing my best to capture scenes that convey the sense that they were taken in the year 2013 … or at least sometime in the decade of the 2010's (I have no idea what we're calling this decade yet). Or maybe they'll just say to us, "This is what it was like a dozen years after 9-11".
Movie posters are a trivial example of such a time-specific image; I've already taken a bunch, and I don't know if I'll ultimately decide that they're worth uploading. Women's fashion/styles are another obvious example of a time-specific phenomenon; and even though I'm definitely not a fashion expert, I suspected that I'll be able to look at some images ten years from now and mutter to myself, "Did we really wear shirts like that? Did women really wear those weird skirts that are short in the front, and long in the back? Did everyone in New York have a tattoo?"
Another example: I'm fascinated by the interactions that people have with their cellphones out on the street. It seems that everyone has one, which certainly wasn't true a decade ago; and it seems that everyone walks down the street with their eyes and their entire conscious attention riveted on this little box-like gadget, utterly oblivious about anything else that might be going on (among other things, that makes it very easy for me to photograph them without their even noticing, particularly if they've also got earphones so they can listen to music or carry on a phone conversation). But I can't help wondering whether this kind of social behavior will seem bizarre a decade from now … especially if our cellphones have become so miniaturized that they're incorporated into the glasses we wear, or implanted directly into our eyeballs.
Oh, one last thing: I've created a customized Google Map to show the precise details of each day's photo-walk. I'll be updating it each day, and the most recent part of my every-block journey will be marked in red, to differentiate it from all of the older segments of the journey, which will be shown in blue. You can see the map, and peek at it each day to see where I've been, by clicking on this link
URL link to Ed's every-block progress through Manhattan
If you have any suggestions about places that I should definitely visit to get some good photos, or if you'd like me to photograph you in your little corner of New York City, please let me know. You can send me a Flickr-mail message, or you can email me directly at ed-at-yourdon-dot-com
Stay tuned as the photo-walk continues, block by block ...
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It's not mine, I have a Subdermal Implant in my wrist, put there by the fella and great friend above, who's also a bit shy on this occasion, or maybe the Secret Police are after him, either way he's faceless & nameless on this occasion, it was great seeing ya tho (Censored) 😈
Envious:
I was envious of the powers that the baby was getting for doing nothing but be born; I worked so hard everyday, yet i’m not a monster like she was. Well, they just needed to an even more scared ritual to make her, well, completely Envy. Sure they already ripped out half of a beating heart and pathetic brain and implanted the same microchip I had into her at least eighteen thousand times. “What would we do if Amaris is defeated?” I asked.
“We get Amberlee.” Nathan was still right beside me, and was still smoking. Gosh, I hated that smell. Stop smoking, daddy, it will kill you.
“And what happens when she falls?” Shut up child. Was my dad high? What the...what was going on. Why did I even care about this?
“Ha, we would probably had made something better.” Master was acting like a know-it-all, but I knew he didn’t know something. The answer to the next question.
“Master, what would happen if somebody figured out how to unleash the Wrath Crystals?”
“That will never happen.”
“But, what if it does?” The Wrath Crystals were more powerful than us; the only reason they were gone because Mona hid them somewhere.
“Excuse us, we need to go outside.” He opened the door, and pulled me outside with him. Kimberly, stop being a b*tch.
“What was that about, Kimber?”
“To become more powerful we have to think about the future. We already failed so much because we never got a step higher than the foe, and we need to stop failing!”
“We aren’t failing.” I gave Nathan the eyes; we hadn’t even seen the pink haired girl for years.
“The last time we killed somebody was years ago.” Yuni, why had that name stuck with me after all these years? She was dead, she was a Dark Priest, she was not a good girl anymore. You fail as a father!
“Bu-”
“No, you have to listen to me.” I grabbed the cigarette from Nathan, and threw it onto the ground. “Listen.”
“I’m your master.”
“And, i’m trying to help you.” Missy, take that back or I WILL KILL YOU! I crossed my arms knowing that he didn’t. “If you want to succeed listen.” Then the name Luka popped up in my head, but I did not know why I kept remembering this boy’s name.
“Are you saying i’m not good enough.” After that, Nathan grabbed a see through bag that had something that looked like dust in it. Something in my head made me scared of this thing. No!
“What?” But, the dust covered my body and the bag was empty. There was something different about me...why did all the sudden Nathan looked like a blonde version of the old movie star Tom Cruise? He was cuter, he was sexier, he was hotter. What was I just saying, what?
“Kimber, what do you think now?” No! What was that voice inside my head, nah, nothing mattered but master.
“The same as I ever did.” The expression on Nathan’s face told me something, but I didn’t know what. It was a smile, yet a grin at the same freaking time. How did that work, I pondered. I didn’t need an answer. Well, Nathan did and I was spending way too much time thinking to myself. “And, I will do anything for you, master.”
“Good.” What was up? Why was Nathan asking me all of these questions? Why am I asking myself all of these questions? Nothing felt wrong, but at the same time everything felt wrong. There was too many questions I had; MARKA employees wasn’t supposed to be the questioning kind.
“Why are you asking?”
“Just to make sure.”
“Okay.” Then a name came inside my head, Luka. What, oh great here I went again questioning myself, but what were these voices in my head? Was Mona trying to get to me? Not the questioning kind, not the questioning kind. “Is there something else?”
“Yes, commander Kimber?”
“What is it?” Luka, Luka, Luka. But, I tried to slap the thoughts out of my head; it didn’t work whatsoever. Luka, Luka, Luka. Why are you doing this to me, daddy?
“This.” What was th-. He silenced my thoughts by a kiss, what was happening? But, then my thoughts, my wonders, went away. The most powerful man in the universe liked me of all women, me Kimber. Then we broke apart when we heard footsteps in the hallway.
“Sir, we think we have sightings of the rebels.” I would normally go with him, yet something made me his little yorkie. Was it the dust, no way its puberty. I’m twenty-seven how could it be puberty?
“What do you want me to do?” Nathan handed me a box after that, a white box with a red bow.
“Open it in your room.” Why, I wanted to ask, but Nathan already was gone. Godd*mn teleportation powers.
“I guess I have to do what he says.” Then I continued down the hallway and went up the stairs till the fourth level, where I turned. When I reached my door I opened it.
“Home sweet home.” So, I closed the door, and quickly opened up the package. When I opened it I was sprayed with dust. All of this dust started to make me sick, but why should I care. Then ,the next layer, I saw striper clothes, but I didn’t care. Do exactly what master says, no questions. And, the last layer was a note.
Dear Kimber,
Come to the throne room right after you get ready because I have a surprise for you. And, I know you will come, but I just like writing letters, it’s a hobby for some reason. Well, see you later.
From your master, Nathan
All hail the king, all hail the master. So, I did what he said, still no questions, no weird useless memories, no anything that master didn’t like.
t the throne room:
Nobody was there yet, I always seemed to be the first person to many things. Then Rikku appeared from nowhere, and so did Andrea, Yuni, Tyler, and many other people the rebels love, well used to love. I was the only person in the room that was alive or was I? “Oh, you came.”
“Of course, master, when did I ever not obey you?”
“Good girl.” I could tell my skin was shining because all of that dust, all of the love.
“I’m never good,” I laughed.
“Just go over there.” He pointed at one of the sides of the throne. If I actually could ask something I would ask why do this seem to be like hell, not like that was a bad thing.
“Yes.” I was like his puppet; I did everything he wanted me to do. Give me a sandwich, yes because that was what I always did. Make me have fun, yes because that was what I always did. Then he directed all the other people around. We were ready for what he wanted, we always were.
“Time for war.” No questions about the war. I just stood there with very revealing clothes that would make any movie PG-13, but it didn’t make me disgusted. Nothing did expect if it made master so. Nothing. Murder, rape, anything. “Bring them in.”
“Yes sir.” Then I saw Fatima, pink haired girl, other pink haired girl, Fatima’s husband, Andru, Suki, and that annoying girl that used to be in the cage; they weren’t all here, but this was a big chunk of them still. I wasn’t disappointed; I couldn’t be.
“What the...that is just sick.” Pinky’s eyes widened till the size of Anime, well, eyes.
“Give up now,” master demanded.
“Why should we listen to you?” Fatima’s husband was usually the quiet one; I knew because I looked at his record a little time ago, quiet. Now I still didn’t feel anything.
“You will.” Nathan snapped his fingers, and Amberlee, Amaya, Enya, two babies, Von, and Violet somehow appeared. Yes, things were coming better and better.
“That’s impossible, we watched them escape!” Suki’s face showed feelings of sadness and anger, but not envy. No envy in the room.
“They will join your other dead friends if you don’t listen.” He got up from his chair, and pointed at me. “Or you will be like Kimber.” But, then he went up to Rikku and also pointed at her.
“Why are you doing this to us?” Andru questioned. No questioning allowed in the MARKA alliance, none whatsoever.
“It’s my job.”
“Your my father, that is not what fathers are supposed to do.” Nathan rolled my eyes, so I did also.
“How do you know that, Andru, you never had kids. Well, you did get married when you were sixteen, but nah I still hate you. Now to continue on with the thing I was doing.”
“You f*cker.” But, Nathan ignored Andru’s insult, and did what he wanted to do.
“Rikku, the brilliant weapon specialist whom had a wicked past, tee hee.” He continued walking down the line of the evil deceased. “Next, Andrea who was a loyal person who would do anything for her friends, and that was how she fell. And, Yuni the love-seeking magician who had a few problems with her stomach...yep. Tyler the real savior that just couldn’t take it...” blah blah blah blah. I wanted to fall asleep, but I needed to please master.
“This crappy time...urgh,” complained the other pink haired girl.
“Shut up.” I was kind of shocked, don’t feel shocked I told myself. Master Nathan usually scolded people who talked when they weren’t supposed to talk, yet he didn’t do anything to me.
“Where is Amaris and Luka!” Pinky demanded while getting up; Nathan’s glare made her sit down again. Luka, that was...why was I rebelling? Don’t rebel, don’t betray.
“Oh, I perfectly know where they are, but I will never tell you.” Nathan sat back down in the chair, crossing his legs. Don’t rebel now I told myself. You need every inch of your body to be covered in the word rebel my blood because that is the only thing you ever be. And, this would have been a time I would usually rebel, but not now. “But, because you asked I will show you Amaris.” He snapped his fingers for the billionth time this evening.
“S*IT!” All the rebels looked at Amaris in pure terror, and I thought she was more beautiful than before being Envy; like I was evil at the time you know?
“You are becoming more of a f*cker everyday.” Then Nathan glared at his only living son; don’t ask me what happened to the other two, wait Envy.
“Thanks for the compliment, Andru.” The black muck was all over Amaris, and a robot was being built around her, perfect.
“Are you going to do anything to us?” Vy asked. The people just wouldn’t stop questioning but the children, whom where too scared to move a move a muscle.
“Agents, give Suki to me and put the rest in the cells.”
“Yes, sir.” We were all his puppets, but who says being a puppet is a bad thing?
“And, commander Kimber and Dark Priests you can go.” Before I went out of the door, I was the last one, I looked at Suki. The look on her would scar me forever and ever; the look of real horror, she was scared of her own father. Stop scaring me ,daddy, stop it! I was still having memories of the old me and a completely different person.
“AHHH!” That was the last word I heard from the room that day, a scream.
“It is what we have to do kid.”
The next day:
I decided to go to the cells, it was my free day of the week and I needed something to do to kill time. So, I went there not knowing what would happen next.
“Hey b*tches.” At least I had my normal MARKA jumpsuit on, but it was too small for me, of course.
“What do you want?” I went to the one with pinky because they put the people in different cells in different cell blocks. What do you want kid scam before I hurt ya, Kimber.
“To talk Pinky.”
“Oh, like i’m going to talk to you.” Then I took out my gun, which I had a better grip now so I wouldn’t drop it and have to use a sword again.
“I want you to tell me something about Luka; I keep hearing his name in my head, why?”
“First, Luka is a girl with a boy name. Second, don’t call me Pinky my name is Thunder.”
“Yeah this tell me.” This girl was making me a little bit impatient, and I hated that.
“Well, I guess I can tell you because I don’t want my brains to be blown out today. She was part of our team, and MARKA took her three years ago and we never saw her again.” She laid down on her bed which was exactly like the one I had, weird. Mommy, can I have a bedtime story; I just had a nightmare. No. Please Mother.
“So, we took her, but that doesn’t explain why I hear her name in my freaking head.”
“You don’t remember this, but you were looking for her years on end with me. And, when we decided to look at MARKA...well they took you.” Thunder started to cry, the tough girl.
“You’re lying.”
“No, i’m not, Kimber.” Her eyes were turning red because of how much she was crying. Wimp, but I didn’t want myself to think that for some reason. Something didn’t feel right once again, oh great.
“That is commander Kimber to you.”
“I’m not one of you.”
“Who says you would never be?” I questioned while fixing my long brown hair. Who says he will ever be sober mother? Get out of my head VOICES; freaking f*cking voices that were driving me insane.
“Me.” That answer made me laugh like an idiot, but Thunder’s glare could stop everybody from giggling. She was dead serious about what she said. Crap. CRAP, RUN MARKA IS HERE!
“Forget it, Thunder, your team will never win.” I put the gun back into my pocket, and Thunder was watching my every move. She was an eagle and I was a mouse it felt like. But, I should have been the eagle not the freaking mouse, the weak creature.
“You can kill me, but you can never kill the hope of the people.” Really, that was easy to do.
“We can just kill everybody not part of us.” Take every kid here, guys, hurry before the crystals come. And, I moved uncomfortably; Thunder scared the crap out of me.
“Then more people in MARKA will turn up to be like Fatima and the old you.” Wait, I pondered, that couldn’t be possible, right? Then I remembered of a door that I never seen the inside of; maybe that door would have answers.
“I have to go.” I bolted out of the cell block because I needed to check it out before it was too late. My hips hurt, I didn’t care. The only thing I wanted then was answers not pleasure.
At the door:
It was wooden for some reason Nathan never told me, but that made the door stand out from the rest of the metal agency. So, I made sure nobody saw me enter because MARKA never had locked doors for some reason. Then I quickly opened the door and it made no sound, thank Mona. Wait, why was I thinking of Mona? Whatever, I just needed to know what was in here.
“Oh my god.” It was a woman, a woman called Luka. My microchip fell out; I remembered my past, my life. Luka was dead; there were a thousand knives pierced in her. No way she would have survived that, but seeing that made me know what exactly happened the unfaithful day.
I was on a helicopter:
There were other kids I knew with me, but I didn’t know their names. They just went to the same school as me, that was it. “What are you going to do with us?” A girl with red hair asked next to me.
“Whatever master said.” I looked out the side of the plane, nobody was coming to rescue us.
“Who is your master?” Another kid with sparkly blue eyes was staring at the guy in the same jumpsuit I was in.
“You will see little kid.” The guy crossed his arms, annoyed of all the kids with him. But, the pilot did not seem to mind our questions. I just looked at my hands, which were covered in blood. My whole family was murdered in front of me.
“Tell me now.” The foul stood up from his seat, headstrong and an idiot.
“I am not supposed to tell anybody kid.” The guy was still crossing his arms keeping a sharp eyes out for the rebel. “So, to pass the time everybody tell their life stories until they are gone forever.” He uncrossed his arms, and then pointed at me, the quiet one. “You first.”
“Me?”
“Yes you. I see greatness in you kid, and if you don’t you die.” Then he pressed the gun on the side of my head. I was scared of this guy, so I freely told my story.
“Well, i’m Kimber Greene the youngest of three kids. But, my father was addicted to meth and my mother was just crazy. My two other siblings committed suicide, so I was the last one left. And, well, they treated me like s*it. That is about it.” For a moment, I felt glad I got that dirty secret off my chest, but I realized they were probably going to kill me. They kind of did; they killed the real me. I was lucky that something was wrong with me.
Back to reality:
I knew my real purpose, but I felt somebody breathing down my neck, crap. So, I turned around to see the person. He had blonde hair, he was Nathan. Doomed, that what I was right at that moment. “You’re back on their side.”
“You are a real b*tch.” But, I couldn’t move and he was coming closer to me. He was going to kill me.
“Tell me something I don’t know.” He came closer and closer to me, yet Nathan didn’t have a weapon. Wait...he didn’t want to kill me, he wanted to rape me, no way. Then I got a plan, so I pretended to not care.
“Don’t you know everything?”
“Nobody knows everything,” he responded. This was a different Nathan; the one that told the truth and accepted his flaws. No, don’t make the potion control you again I told myself. Never. It was agony when I made it take over my body when Nathan kissed me, and that wasn’t the first time. In the past, I was his so-called ‘make out buddy’.
“Mona does.” And, this was a different me, the real me. The one that wasn’t his to take, not his puppet.
“She doesn’t know a thing.” His mouth went closer to my neck, pretend you don’t notice. I was right next to Luka’s decaying body, it smelled like s*it.
“Yes, she does.” Then he started to kiss my neck, plan working. When he was distracted, I pulled a knife from Luka, and stabbed him on the side.
“YOU B*TCH!” I quickly pulled him out of me, and ran out of the wooden door. But, it was locked, what? The doors locked people from the inside, a hidden cell. I was truely was doomed. So, I had no choice but to search Nathan.
“This is bad.” I reached him and started to put my hands in his pockets, a bag, a coin, and a pocket watch that was all I found.
“Got ya!”
“What?” Then, when I was getting up to search the rest of him, he pulled on my leg with such might. I tried to shake him off, but he wouldn’t let go.
“F*cker, get off of me!” But, then I sketched to Luka’s body to get another knife, yet Nathan saw that and let go of me to stop me which didn’t make sense until he nailed me to a wall.
“You can’t defeat me, Kimber.”
“Nathan, you may kill me but you would never kill hope.” He grabbed the knife I stabbed him with and put it closely to my neck; he just loved doing stuff with my ‘pretty’ neck.
“Really?” The knife was coming closer and closer to my neck, crap. This part made me scared; I was waiting to die.
“Yes, you don’t control me anymore. I die free, I die myself.” I couldn’t move, but he could. Blood was still coming out of the side of him. It was staining Nathan’s white shirt, and redness was going all over. Time to die a hero not a villain.
“If you say so.” Then Nathan got off of me, and walked over to my microchip, the thing that made all of this happen. If that wasn’t ever created I would have been living a normal life. I would of had a normal job, a big house, a loving husband, kid(s), and all the stuff normal people had. “Kimber, if you stay with us I will stare your life.”
“Who says I have a life anymore?” I answered. No way I was freely making him putting that thing back in my eye, no freaking way. Not even for a trillion dollars. I would just kill everybody, and that wouldn’t be good.
“Alright then, be mine and I won’t kill you.” Then I was slowly going towards Luka’s slowly.
“There is no way I’m doing any of those things.” After that, I looked at the bag that was in his pocket; there was only a little bit of dust leaf in it, thank god. I then stood still when I felt Nathan’s glare. “Thank god I’m wearing a freaking jumpsuit,” I whispered.
“Suite yourself.” He was still glaring at me with his eyes of rivers.
“You aren’t going to suite me.” Thank god, I was near Luka. So, I jumped over to her, and grabbed out a knife. “Now we have an equal fight.”
“There is no way you will ever win against me.”
“Well, I already stabbed you once.” There was no way I was letting him win, Nathan was the one that made the stupid decision to not kill me when I was completely defenseless.
“Then this is going to be like a show.” He licked, god he liked licking his weapons, which had his own blood and guts on it. Gross, that was what Nathan was.
“A show with a happy ending,” I said. Then a smile crossed my face. B*tch, I was good now so worry, I thought. After that, he lunged at me. I was ready for him.
“Go down, take a bow.” No. So, I protected my neck with my knife. But, I felt sudden pain in my left arm, and I dropped the knife in agony. This was it. I couldn’t fight or run or defend myself. There were footsteps in the hallway, and Nathan rushed to cover my mouth, but I bite him. He took his hand away from me, he was in agony.
“Do you really think I will do that?”
“Yes,” he responded while I got up. I tried to pick my knife with my right arm, but I couldn’t do so. It was time to accept the truth, I told myself, you are wounded, and you can’t do anything. When I was still trying to pick up my only hope, I felt something on me. “Are you sure you don’-”
“I’m not going to be your doll anymore.” That was the moment that I could not stop myself, I cried. It was time to accept the truth; your all precious virginity might be lost in this room. Then I turned around, and forced him off me with the little strength I had. Why wasn’t he failing or at least in plan? For Mona’s sake I stabbed him.
“You were.” He then stabbed my right arm and my legs and my hips. I was shocked I was alive. Nathan was going to kill me, and probably rape my dead body or rape me when I was about to die. There was nothing I could use now, no arms, no legs. Well, I still had them, but they were useless.
“That wasn’t me.”
“It was.”
“But, I wasn’t in control of my body. I was a completely different person.” After I said that, he brought out one of the cigars he had in his front pockets of his pants. Nathan blew the smoke right in my face.
“Yet, it was your body, your DNA, your blood.” He grabbed my chin, and looked at my neck, of course. Everybody loved my neck.
“I wasn’t commander Kimber, you were. Kissing yourself, crushing yourself, controlling yourself.” At this time, I found never left in life but to not get killed by Nathan is this room. So, I was egging him on. It was fun to egg people on. Their reactions were all different, but most of them replied angrily.
“Shut up, Kimber. Because, I can slowly kill you right now.” I could feel the knife barely on my neck.
“No way.”
“Die then.”
“Kill me if you want to.” I felt like I was in one of the videogames that you decide the person’s fate, Nathan was the player and I was the AI waiting for the answer given by the console remote. Would he press x: kill me or b: leave me for dead?
“Ha, enjoy your last moment because this is it.” The knife was starting to cut my skin lightly, and I did enjoyed the pain.
“I am.” Then I saw the door burst open, what? What was going on?
“Hi Nathan.” Suki was at the door, she was holding a gun. The gun was aimed at Nathan’s head.
“Help me.” I could hardly talk because of the knife going in my neck.
“You’re back, and now the others owe me ten dollars. Back to subject, Nathan don’t kill her or I will make sure a bullet is in your head.” She walked towards her father, and smiled. Why the heck was Suki smiling in this situation? I WAS DYING HERE!
“I’m f*cked here.” Nathan then disappeared, coward.
“Thank god.” My heart was beating crazily, but I didn’t give the f*ck. Suki was now 15, and she was stunning. Her blonde hair was straight and punky, and Suki’s grassy eyes pierced me.
“I’m a life saver now.” She looked like a blonde version of me with her off-shoulder shirt and ripped jeans, goth ha ha she joined the club. Her eyes had tons of eye shadow, mascara, and eyeliner on them; she was totally inspired by me.
“Yep, you are now carry me slave,” I joked.
“No.”
“Seriously, I kind of can’t walk.” Then she took me in her arms, and raised me. Gosh, this girl was strong.
Two hours later:
Now I was in a wheelchair, and I was stuck in one for the rest of my life. It wasn’t that bad like I could make people literally my slaves. The ship only had me and Thunder on it because the others were chickened out by ships now. “Hey girl, thinking to yourself again?” We were in the control room again, weird.
“Yeah, can I ask you something?” I had to ask her because I couldn’t do it because, well, I couldn’t freaking move. Rot in hell. I still was having the memories, and could not make sense out of some.
“Sure thing, Kimber. What is it? My sister’s baby, well she is named Maura. Horrible name, but I didn’t name her.” That wasn’t what I wanted to know, but it was still good to know.
“That’s not it.”
“Then what is it?” She was staring at me, waiting for an answer. Thunder probably thought the fact that she was now an aunt was more important than anything else. But, I knew she was going to freak when she heard my question.
“Can you-”
“Can I what?” Thunder interrupted. That girl was in a good mood because she had her best friend back and a little niece, yippee. Everything was good for her, yet not for me. Was I supposed to be happy? No.
“Can you...kill me?” Oh it came out, no turning back. There was never a point you could turn back on. Then the look on Thunder’s face was one of pure horror.
“What? There is no way i’m not letting anybody else die.” She crossed her arms, and that was when I noticed her gun. One bullet, that was it. I wasn’t suicidal, right? Somebody else was doing it for me. Thank god attempts were somehow legal; I could not take the pain anymore. Nathan always haunted my mind, Yuni always haunted my mind.
“It will be making a favor.” I looked at Thunder’s gun, I was eyeing it. Amaris would come and destroy the world, and it would be all my fault. Tyler killing himself was my fault, Yuni’s death was my fault, Amaris being Envy was my fault, the downfall of that once perfect family was all my fault.
“You would go to hell,” Thunder protested. Not like I cared about that fact whatsoever. Kill me, and make this demon get off of Earth.
“I am already the devil.” Then Thunder backed away in horror, but I kept my eyes on that gun.
“No, stay here I need you to be here.” Thunder started to cry and cry and cry...but it still didn’t change my mind. I needed to die, now.
“I can’t.” I used my arms to get away from there, and somewhere else.
“Stop, think about it.”My friend tried to catch up to me; I was too fast for her. I punched in the code for the door ,which was made of glass, and locked her in the control room. Then I went down the hallway of the living hell.
“Time to end this.” I pressed the code again so the door would open. The endless sky was under my feet, and the plane was going about two thousand miles per hour. Wind was hitting my face, but the stupid alarm was ringing and saying ‘DOOR OPENED’, f*ck. I continued on, ignoring the alarm, and fell out the plane. Why? I only thing I ever wanted was to be happy.
In the face of death
It was a merry afternoon until Fatima, Suki, Kirami, Vy, and Hail gotten a distress call from their friend Thunder. “Hello Thunder,” Suki welcomed while crossing her arms. She was trying to be more like her idol, a woman named Kimberly Greene.
“Guys, Kimber is going nuts. She locked me in the control room just because I wouldn’t kill her and, oh s*it, I think she is going to kill herself now.” Thunder’s voice revealed that she was scared out of her mind, and was about to pee herself.
“DOOR OPENED. DOOR OPENED.” An alarm went on and on about the door opening, and it annoyed the crap out of Suki until she knew what was happening. That is when she noticed it would be too late to do anything to save her beloved hero from herself. Suki broke into tears, and so did everybody else but Fatima and the babies Maura and Hawk, what Suki liked to call Fatima and Kirami’s child because the actual name was too hard to say in her opinion.
“Why?”
“She wanted to be happy.”
Le Musée National de l'Automobile de Turin - MAUTO, dédié à l'origine à Carlo Biscaretti di Ruffia l'est maintenant à Gianni Agnelli Le Musée est implanté à Turin, la capitale italienne de l'automobile et considéré comme l'un des plus importants et plus anciens musées automobiles dans le monde.
British postcard by A Bigger Splash, Manchester, no. X658. Photo: Dark Horse Comics / Polygram. Publicity still for Barb Wire (David Hogan, 1996).
Sexy Canadian-American actress and model Pamela Anderson (1967) is best known for the TV series Home Improvement, Baywatch and V.I.P., but the platinum blonde but naturally born brunette also appeared in a dozen of feature films and on a record 14 Playboy covers. Furthermore she is an international celebrity thanks to her rocky marriages, her animal rights activism and her changing bust sizes.
Pamela Denise Anderson was born in Ladysmith, (Vancouver Island), BC, Canada, the daughter of Barry Anderson, a furnace repairman, and Carol (née Grosco) Anderson, a waitress. She was the first Canadian baby born in Ladysmith Canada's Centennial Day in 1967, A Centennial Baby. As a child, Anderson suffered frequent sexual abuse, a fact she revealed publicly in 2014: she was molested by a female babysitter from ages 6 to 10, raped by a 25-year-old man when she was 12, and gang-raped by her boyfriend and six of his friends when she was 14. She also revealed that her father, though "loving", had been an alcoholic. Anderson attended Highland Secondary School in Comox, British Columbia. During high school, she played on the volleyball team. She graduated in 1985. In 1988, the 19-years-old Anderson moved to Vancouver and worked as a fitness instructor. In 1989, Anderson attended a BC Lions Canadian Football League game at the BC Place Stadium in Vancouver, where the stadium camera featured her on the electronic scoreboard while wearing a Labatt's Beer T-shirt. The fans cheered her and she was brought down to the football field. Because of her fame in Vancouver, she signed a commercial contract with The brewing company to be the Blue Zone girl. More advertising assignments followed. Anderson appeared as the cover girl on Playboy magazine's October 1989 issue. She moved to Los Angeles to further pursue a modelling career. Playboy subsequently chose her as Playmate of the Month in their February 1990 issue, in which she appeared in the centrefold photo. Anderson then elected to have breast implant surgery, increasing her bust size to 34D. She famously increased her bust size again, to 34DD, several years later. Anderson has since appeared in Playboy several times in the 1990s and the 2000s. Anderson's Playboy career spans 22 years, and she has appeared on 14 Playboy covers, more than any other model. Anderson was the last to pose nude in Playboy, on the magazine's January/February 2016 cover. She also became known as a lifelong animal rights and human advocate and is also an activist for environmental issues. In 2006, she posed naked in the window of Stella McCartney's store in London to protest against the use of fur for making clothes.
After Pamela Anderson moved to Los Angeles, she won a minor role as Lisa, the original ‘Tool Time girl’, on the television sitcom, Home Improvement (1991-1993), starring Tim Allen. She left the show after two seasons and won the role of lifeguard C. J. Parker on Baywatch (1992-1997), the action drama series about the Los Angeles County Lifeguards who patrol the beaches of Los Angeles County, California, starring David Hasselhoff. She played C.J. for five seasons making her one of the longest serving and most popular cast members. This has been her best known role to date and she later reprised her role to return in a reunion movie, Baywatch: Hawaiian Wedding (Douglas Schwartz, 2003). In 1994, she was cast in her first starring film role, in the action thriller Raw Justice (David A. Prior, 1994), co-starring with Stacy Keach. She also appeared in Naked Souls (Lyndon Chubbuck, 1996), starring Brian Krause. Next she starred in the action-Science Fiction film Barb Wire (David Hogan, 1996), based on the Dark Horse comic book series of the same name. The thinly veiled futuristic remake of Casablanca was poorly received by critics, bombed at the box office and resulted for Anderson in a Golden Raspberry Award for her interpretation. In 1998, she came back as Vallery Irons in the TV series V.I.P. (1998-2002) about a bodyguard agency (V.I.P. aka Vallery Irons Protection). Blending action and humour in a fast-paced adventure series, with Anderson often poking fun at her tabloid image, the show explored the exciting and sometimes treacherous lives of the rich and famous. The series lasted through a successful four-year run. In 1999, Anderson had her breast implants surgically removed. The breaking news seemed like the end of an era.
Pamela Anderson married Tommy Lee, drummer of Mötley Crüe in 1995, after knowing him for about 4 days. They wed on a beach, with Anderson in a bikini. Anderson's mother did not know, and learned of the marriage from People magazine. A sex tape of Anderson and Tommy Lee on their honeymoon was stolen from their home in 1995 and made a huge stir on the Internet. Anderson sued the video distribution company, Internet Entertainment Group. Ultimately, the Lees entered into a confidential settlement agreement with IEG. During this time, she was known professionally as Pamela Anderson Lee. Together they have two sons, Brandon Thomas Lee and Dylan Jagger Lee. The couple divorced in 1998. In 2000, Anderson became engaged to Swedish model Marcus Schenkenberg, but they broke up in 2001. In 2004, Anderson became a naturalized citizen of the United States, while retaining her Canadian citizenship. She became engaged to the singer Kid Rock (Robert J. Ritchie); and they married in 2006. Later that year Anderson miscarried while shooting a new film, Blonde and Blonder (Dean Hamilton, 2006) with Denise Richards. Seventeen days later, Anderson filed for divorce. In 2007, Anderson married Rick Salomon in a small wedding ceremony at The Mirage, between her two nightly appearances at the Planet Hollywood Resort and Casino in Hans Klok's magic show. The couple separated later that year and Anderson requested through the courts that the marriage be annulled, citing fraud. In 2014 they remarried and also divorced again in 2015. Her film work in the new millennium consisted mainly of cameos in such comedies as Scooby-Doo (Raja Gosnell, 2002) with Freddie Prinze Jr. and Sarah Michelle Gellar, and Scary Movie 3 (David Zucker, 2003), part of the franchise that parodied the horror, sci-fi, and mystery genres. In 2004, she released the book Star, co-written by Eric Shaw Quinn, about a teenager trying to become famous. Her second book, the sequel Star Struck (2005), is a thinly veiled look at her life with Tommy Lee and the trials of celebrity life. Anderson appeared in the mockumentary, Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan (Larry Charles, 2006), as the title character (Sacha Baron Cohen) becomes obsessed with her, and plans to abduct and marry her. She appears as herself at a book signing at the end of the film, confronted by Borat in a staged botched abduction. The film opened at No. 1 in the US box office, maintaining first place for two weeks straight. More recently she co-starred in the independent film The People Garden (Nadia Litz, 2016), a Canadian-Japanese drama starring Dree Hemingway, and for this year she’s scheduled to return in a cameo as the older C.J. in a new film version of Baywatch (Seth Gordon, 2017). The new film version stars Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson, Priyanka Chopra and Zac Efron and the tagline is promising: Don't worry, summer is coming. Recently, Pamela Anderson, now 49, appeared in the erotic magazine The Amorist in new pictures by photographer Rankin for a new ad campaign for an erotic lingerie brand. The DailyMail Online commented: “Time may well be a cruel mistress, but Pamela Anderson goes some way towards proving the years have been kind in a stunning new photoshoot.”
Sources: Pamelandersonfoundation.org, Daily Mail Online, Wikipedia and IMDb.