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i can think of one thing.....
the very first rose i got.
if i show it to you now, can you recognize it?
or will you say, "what's that?"
[Time: 4:40 P.M.]
[Location: Dr. Nimble's Evil Lair]
So, yeah. Nancy caught me off guard while I was… distracted. She's got this thing floating above me and now I'm stuck in this immobilizing ray while she monologues.
Dr. Nimble:"Fluxx, it seems you're little invasion failed. It was so predictable… And by that I mean completely unpredictable! What are you doing here?"
-Phillip stares at her flatly, unable to reply.-
Dr. Nimble:"Hm. Immobilization kind of ruins the whole nemesis banter thing. Noted. Let's see… I captured you, I monologued, what next?"
Jumping Jack:"He kicks your butt?"
That would be Nancy's son, Jack. He's a little… I don't want to say bratty, but…
-Nancy turns to her son, who's playing Zombie Mayhem 3 or some other gory game.-
Dr. Nimble:"Jack B. Nimble, don't talk to your mother that way."
Jack:"Whatever…"
-Jack goes back to violently slicing virtual zombies-
Dr. Nimble:"I don't know what I'm going to do with that boy... Anyway, what to do with this boy?"
-Nancy turns back to Philip and puts her hand on her chin.-
Dr. Nimble:"It's normally around this time that you escape. I guess I never did think this far ahead."
-Now it was Philip's turn to roll his eyes-
I can't believe I'm stuck like this. I need to find a way out before she gets any ideas. I need to do something! I need...
-Phillip sees a familiar, armored friend drop behind Nancy.-
I need a hero! (Ooh, I should listen to that song next time.)
Rongzero (Attempting a Ewan McGregor voice): "'Hello there.'"
-Nancy does a 180, surprised by Rongzero's sudden appearance-
Dr. Nimble:"Who are you?"
-Rongzero's shoulders droop and, even with the opaque visor, is clearly disappointed-
Rongzero:"No, you're supposed to say: 'General Kenobi'."
Jack:"*coughnerdcough*"
-Nancy looks Rongzero over with a raised eyebrow, wondering just what he was supposed to be.-
Dr. Nimble:"Are you... Fluxx's sidekick or something?"
Rongzero:"Seriously? I'm Rongzero. I'm a freakin' Flickr Fighter, c'mon!"
Dr. Nimble:"As if I have time to keep track of all of you... children. Aren't you a little short to be a superhero?"
Rongzero:"First: I'll have you know I'm seventeen. Second: No, no I am not."
-Rongzero fires a laser from his mask, destroying the immobilizer and freeing his friend-
Dr. Nimble:"Nooo!"
-Rongzero flies over to Philip and helps him off the floor-
Rongzero:"Watcha' doin?"
Fluxx:"Oh, you know, just regretfully facing the consequences of my own reckless decisions."
Rongzero:"Fun. Recur told me you came here, I figured you could use some backup."
Fluxx:“Just a little.”
Dr. Nimble:"You'll pay for that! Jack, take care of these pests!"
Jack:"Do I have to? I'm kinda' in the middle of something here."
Dr. Nimble:"What did we talk about?"
Fluxx:"Didn't you tell him that if he wanted to have a rival he had to take care of him?"
Dr. Nimble:"Exactly! See, Jack, why can't you be more like your nemesis?"
-Jack just rolls his eyes, ignoring his mother.-
I'm telling you, that kid's got an attitude overload.
Dr. Nimble:"I'll straighten him out later. But, first! You will pay for your intrusion!"
-With exaggerated movements Nancy pulls a remote from her labcoat and dramatically presses a big red button on it. Philip and Rongzero put on their game-faces and prepare to fight. But all that happens is the monitor behind Nancy activates, displaying static. Surprising everyone, including Nancy.-
Rongzero:"Uh… Was that supposed to happen?"
Dr. Nimble:"I could've sworn that was the right button..."
-Nancy presses several other buttons only to end up toggling lights on and off, opening and closing doors and resetting the VCR. At one point, she momentarily activated the lair's self-destruct sequence-
Dr. Nimble:"Sorry about this, I keep forgetting to label the buttons on this thing. If you could just stand there while I figure this out, that'd be great."
-Philip and Rongzero exchange a look, followed by Philip nodding towards the exit. Nancy is too busy messing with the remote to notice the two of them silently float away. Jack does notice, but is too apathetic to speak up.-
Perfect, we'll just slip away like nothing happened.
-Right as they approach the door, two drones whiz in front of it, blocking their path.-
Dr. Nimble:"Found it."
-Before you could even say "Holy automatons, Batman!" the room was full of Nancy's robots. Attack robots, like the ones Phil already faced, clanked into the room by the dozens. Drones buzzed in from openings in the ceiling. Pretty soon Philip and Rongzero had enough laser sights targeting them to light them up like a couple of poorly-decorated Christmas Trees.-
Fluxx:"That's a lot of guns."
Rongzero:"Yup."
Fluxx:"Think we can take 'em."
Rongzero:"You go low, I'll go high."
Fluxx:"Cool. Want to listen to some music while we beat 'em up."
Rongzero:"You just read my mind."
-Philip slowly reached into his pocket to restart his MP3 player while Rongzero synced his helmet to it. (A lot more convenient than sharing earbuds)-
Dr. Nimble:"You think you can defeat the full force of my robots? Ha! Don't make me laugh maniacally. They were built for combat! Built by the greatest scientific genius in the world! Me. And if you--Oh, look at that, they already started."
-While Nancy fell into her monologuing habits, the two boys had already gotten to work gleefully dismantling robots. All to the tune of some high-energy video game soundtracks.-
🎶To-GETHER we can show the world what we can do! You are next to me and I'm next to you! Pushing on through until the battle's woooon!🎶
If this isn't an awesome team-up song, I don't know what is.
-Sparks, laser bolts and metal scraps fly all over the place as the two duke it out with the robot army. A shrunken Rongzero ricochets like a bullet from drone the drone, destroying them one by one. Meanwhile, Phil pulls more of the same stunts as before, ramming and kicking the bots into submission.-
Rongzero:"Are these the toughest bots you have? I could take on all these clankers at once!"
He's not wrong, we're kicking some robot chassis right now. This should be a breeze!
Dr. Nimble:"You deadbolts! I know I programmed you better than that! Fine. Whichever of you wastes of wiring defeats these heroes gets to be Robot Drone of the Month!"
-Being Robot Drone of the Month is quite prestigious. Not only do you get your picture on the wall and a reserved parking space, you also get a free coupon for Ed's car wash with all the works. This seems to fill the robots with some newfound determination.-
Rongzero:"Now what? I'm not sure if we can keep this up."
Fluxx:"You may be right, but how can we stop them without fighting them?"
-There’s a moment of silence. Well, there would have been if there wasn't robots to fend against.-
Fluxx + Rongzero:"Nancy's remote!"
Fluxx:"Well, you said you could take them all on at once. You got this while I snag the remote?"
Rongzero:"Uh… Sure. Just be quick about it."
Fluxx:"Quick. You got it."
-Fluxx forcefully pushes his way out of the mob and quickly locates Nancy, specifically spotting her remote.-
Bingo! I'll be taking that.
-His powers easily pull the remote towards him, right out of Nancy's clutches.-
Dr. Nimble:"Hey! Give that back this instant!"
-She grabs for it, but by that point it was just out of reach. Unfortunately, moments before, Rongzero had struck a drone right as it was about to fire, causing it to misfire and nearly hit Jack. Up until then, Jack had his headphones on and brain turned off as he played his video game. But a laser bolt touching down at his feet was enough to convince him to get in on the action. He looked up and saw his mother's remote floating through the air and it didn't take long for him to figure out what was going on.-
Come to papa! Once I have the remote I can turn the bots against Nancy and get my answers.
-Right before Philip's eager fingers close on the device it’s snatched by Jack.-
Jack:"Yoink!"
-He had leapt with the grace of a trained dancer and effortlessly plucked the remote from the air.-
Fluxx:"Hey!"
-Jack shows off with a flip before landing with practiced poise. He stands up and puts a hand to his hip. He examines the remote with mock interest before smirking at his rival.-
Jack:"You want it? Come and get it."
-He clips the remote to his belt and snaps into a battle pose and his armor lights up with a white glow.-
As much as I hate fighting this guy, I need that remote!
Fluxx:"Fine. Have it your way."
-Philip tackles Jack, reaching for the remote that's just out of reach. They float and flip across the room, Jack's hands and feet rapidly delivering blows as Phil dodges and shields, all the while making attempts to steal back his objective.-
Jack:"You still not gonna' fight me?"
Fluxx:"Like I even know how."
Jack:"You say you can't fight, but I bet you're probably just too lazy to learn any moves."
Fluxx:"Well, you're not wrong…"
Rongzero:"Fluxx! Just get that remote already! I'm dying over here! Literally, if you don't hurry."
Fluxx:"Sorry! I'm working on it. Boy, this is some mess I dragged you into."
Rongzero:"Don't beat yourself up, Nancy's the one who hired Stan to attack you."
Dr. Nimble:"Wait, I did what now? Everyone STOP!"
-At once all the robots freeze and Fluxx and Jack stop their brawling. The only thing that continues moving is Rongzero who is abruptly stopped when he accidentally hits a drone that froze right in his flight path.-
Dr. Nimble:"You mean to tell me you're here because you think I paid that oafish fellow to beat you up for no reason?"
It sounds kind of dumb when you put it that way...
Fluxx:"Uh… Yeahiguessso"
Dr. Nimble:"Quit mumbling!"
Fluxx:"Yes ma'am!"
Dr. Nimble:"Well, seeing as I am not guilty of what you're accusing me of, why don't you just leave and we can forget this ever happened."
Rongzero:"Huh? You're just gonna' let us go? Just like that?"
Dr. Nimble:"It was all just a misunderstanding, besides, I'm not actually up to anything evil. At least, not at the moment. My latest dastardly plot isn't even past the brainstorming stage. Besides, I don't need you wrecking any more of my robots. Those things don't come cheap, you know!"
-Rongzero looks around at all the broken robot parts he was responsible for, suddenly feeling rather guilty.-
Fluxx:"Well, I'm glad we could come to a peaceful solution."
Dr. Nimble:"Yes, yes, I'm so merciful. Now leave."
Fluxx:"Well, see ya' Jack."
Jack:"Whatever, I'll beat you one of these days."
Dr. Nimble:"Bye, boys. And be sure to shut the blast door on your way out, I'm not paying to heat the outdoors!"
Well that ties things up with a nice little bow, doesn’t it? No loose ends, no unanswered questions. No-
Rongzero:“So, if Nancy didn’t hire Stan, why’d he attack you?”
I knew I was forgetting something. Well, there’s only one more issue, so it shouldn’t be long before we find out. Right?
Rialto Bridge View_Grand Canal_Venezia (Venice), Italia (Italy).
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I'm humbled and absolutely chuffed that another one of my images has been been published :) This time it is one from Flickr and is being featured in the current issue of online publication Camerapixo; HOTSHOT Page 18. Thank you so much Artur and Anetta Heller :-)
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I am fortunate to have my photographs included in the latest issue of UNDERDOGS photography magazine. I am also fortunate to be associated with the work of eight very fine photographers.
Here is a link to the publication:
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And here is another link to purchase a very reasonably priced hard copy:
(This is part two if a crossover I'm doing with PoweredUpPIZZA, please read his issue prior to reading this.)
A man carrying a briefcase enters a building, the Triskelion, the heavily armed and defended base of operations for SHIELD. The man opens one of the two front double doors, guarded by two heavily armored agents. He's greeted by a woman with brunette hair in a jumpsuit, with the SHIELD logo brandished on his chest, matching the one worn by the man.
He hands the woman an ID card, and she scans it. She then nods to the man, giving him his card back. He smiles at her and tells her to have a great day. He walks over to the elevator, and waits patiently until it comes. He steps in, surrounded by men and women in likewise attire.
The man waits for the elevator to reach the holding cells, and walks into the hallway. He opens his briefcase revealing an orange mask and a pistol. The man puts the mask on his head, and flames begin to spout from the top of the mask. He continues, gun in hand, until he reaches a door to his left.
He takes out the ID card, and scans it on the pad, unlocking the door. He's greeted by a guard, and quickly raises his pistol, and shoots him in the head, killing him.
The man recognizes a figure in the cell, clad in black and white tactical armor. He opens the cell door for him, and walks inside. He advises the man to get down, as he calls someone on a cellphone. A few moments later, the wall is demolished, and a helicopter flies up the the hole. The man takes the prisoner with him into the helicopter, just as more guards appear in the room. The chopper then flies away into the D.C skyline.
I wake up to my alarm clock, and get up and out of bed. I put on a white T-shirt, and a black jacket. I open the door to my quarters, and walk to the recreations of the Triskelion. I see Sam walking to the east hallway, and catch up to him.
“Hey, where are you headed off to?”
I say, putting my hand on his shoulder.
“Fury's giving a speech to all the agents in this wing, there was a breakout last night. It was the escaped prisoner you took down yesterday.”
Sam replies.
“Do they know who did it?”
I say.
“No, but rumor says it was an inside job. I'd probably watch your back, Cap.”
“Y-yeah. Thanks, Sam.”
We walk to the main room, and see about a hundred SHIELD agents. Nick Fury stands behind a podium, with Natasha by his side. I make eye contact with her but then quickly dart my eyes away.
He speaks to the crowd.
“Agents, last night someone snuck in using a dead Agent's suit and ID. He took a guard down, Agent Payne. We all feel deeply sorry for the family and friends of him. But the man is still out there, and we have a team working on finding him. Thank you, you're dismissed.”
A couple hours later I'm called to the Hangar Bay on the intercom. I put my suit on, take my shield, and make my way down the elevator to the Hangar Bay. Natasha is waiting for me, and tells me to go easy on “the kid”. Not knowing what she means, I just say okay, and walk into the bay. Nick's there, talking to a figure in a red and blue spandex suit. He's shorter, and looks almost like a teenager.
The figure speaks, with a kind of high pitched voice, but I can tell that it's probably in the process of changing.
“Wait a minute. Captain America’s alive? And I'm working with him?”
Hey. This took long enough, huh? Well, do you wanna' know why? Because I'm slow. Because I was making this video to go along with the part!
drive.google.com/file/d/1_V925ZLO9rjQev20ggSVH526A_H6Zt0W...
It probably would be best to watch it after reading the issue.
It took a lot of time and a moderate amount of effort, so I'd appreciate you watching it.
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[Time: 3:45 P.M.]
[Location: Outside FF HQ]
Fant and Scott had more things they wanted to do together and I was starting to feel like a third wheel. So I told them to go ahead without me and that I'd just hang out in the FF HQ.
-Philip floats into the lobby only to find it completely deserted.-
That's weird, this place was bustling earlier. Oh well.
-He looks around as he floats over to sit on the couch. He flops down on it and immediately regrets it as he feels the pain from the bruises Stan gave him earlier.-
Oof, that's some pain. What was up with Stan, even? Why would he come all the way to Advent City just to deliver me a beating? Come to think of it, how'd he even know I was here…
-Philip rubs his chin as his mind starts to wander deep into thought...-
*FLASH*
-Something flashes beside Philip making him jump back, suspending himself in the air-
What the--Oh, it's just Recur. (You remember him. Teleporter, on the younger side, likes cookies. I mentioned him in the second issue.)
Fluxx: "Dude, you almost gave me a heart attack."
Recur: "Oops. Sorry."
-Recur tries not to laugh and Philip ends up smirking himself.-
Fluxx: "Heh, it's fine. I guess I was just deep in thought."
-Philip drops back down to the couch, next to Recur.-
Recur: "What were you thinking about?"
Fluxx: "Well, one of my nemeses attacked me earlier and I have no idea why. It was kinda' out of the blue, you know?"
Recur: "Hm… Maybe another bad guy hired him to?"
Fluxx: "Another bad guy...?"
But who would…? Nancy. She's always finding new ways to make my life just a little bit more painful.
Fluxx: "Recur, you're a genius!"
Recur: "You mind telling that to Mr. Sharp?"
Fluxx: "Uh, maybe later. Right now, I gotta go grill Dr. Nimble."
Recur: "Ooh, ooh! Are you gonna storm her evil lair? Can I come?"
Fluxx: "Sorry, not this time."
Recur: "C'mon, it'll be dangerous to go alone, take me!"
Fluxx: "It being dangerous is all the more reason you shouldn't come. I can't have you getting hurt, remember what happened to Matchstick when he fought that Forge chick? If something like that happens to you… Let's just say we'd both be in trouble."
Recur: "I guess you're right..."
Fluxx: "Don't get me wrong, you have amazing potential! Maybe another time. Ya' know, a time with less risk of dismemberment."
Recur: "Fine."
-Turns to leave before smacking his forehead-
Fluxx: "Shoot. I guess it doesn't really matter anyway, I forgot her base is all the way back in New England."
Recur: "Why don't you just take one of the jets?"
Fluxx: "What? Okay, first: How come no one told me we have jets!?"
Recur: "I just did"
Fluxx: "Second, I haven't even gotten my license yet. What makes you think I can fly a jet?"
Recur: "You don't have too, they have autopilot."
Fluxx: "Oh."
-There's a couple seconds of awkward silence.-
Fluxx: "I guess I'll do that then."
[Time: 4:30 P.M.]
[Location: A FF jet somewhere in the skies above New England]
Autopilot: "We will be above the drop point shortly, Mr. Delacroix."
Fluxx: "Thank you, computer. And you can call me--Actually, I kind of like the sound of that."
Okay, I better suit up.
-Philip stands up and walks to the door. With unsteady hands he zips his mission suit.-
Autopilot: "Approaching the drop point in five..."
-He adjust his gloves, more out of anxiousness than preparation.-
Autopilot: "...Four..."
-He readies himself and floats slightly as he begins to light up.-
Autopilot: "...Three..."
-The door slides open and wind begins whipping through the cabin.-
One last thing...
-He reaches into his jacket pocket and removes an MP3 player and a pair of earbuds.-
Autopilot: "...Two..."
-He puts on the earbuds and selects a playlist titled "Fight Songs" before shoving the MP3 player back in his jacket.-
Autopilot: "...One. Happy landings."
It's now or never.
-After a brief moment of psyching himself up, Philip shuts his eyes and leaps out the window.-
Fluxx: "Aaaaaah!"
What was I thinking!?
-At first he panics and starts spinning around wildly. But after a few terror-stricken seconds, a song comes on in his ears.-
"Good morning. Today's forecast calls for Blue Skies."
-Hearing the music Philip starts to relax and does his best to take a deep breath.-
Alright, you got this.
-As the music picks up speed, Philip does the same as he straightens out. He shoots down like a falcon as the drums kick in and spots his target quickly approaching. He glows with more intensity as he works to slow his descent.-
Here goes nothing.
-The music drops, perfectly timing with Fluxx's humanly impossible three-point landing. The massive cloud of dust he created dissipates revealing an army of robots with laser cannons all aimed at his face. He smirks before jumping up, riding the explosion of dozens of lasers hitting the very spot he was just in.-
“Sun is shinin' in the sky…”
-He soars up and hangs a bit before gravity kicks in again and he starts falling back down into the fray.-
“There ain't a cloud in sight”
While it's tempting to just go all jedi on these clankers, I've got to focus on getting to Nancy.
-Wasting no time, Phil does his gravity boost trick and blasts forward, crashing through any robots unfortunate enough to be in his way.-
“It's stopped rainin' everybody's in the play”
-Phil rockets into the compound only to skid to a stop at a split in the corridors.-
“And don't you know”
Left, right or forwards... Which way? Ugh, I hate these kinds of decisions...
“It's a beautiful new day, hey hey”
-Before Phil can decide anything the corridors abruptly slam shut around him one by one. Before he can even react, he's trapped. And to make matters worse, two remote lasers retract from the ceiling, both aiming at Phil's frightened face.-
Not good.
“Runnin' down the avenue”
-With no other choice Phil leaps here and there dodging the more-or-less lethal bolts of energy.-
I need to get outta' here, fast!
-Phil charges at one of the blast doors, using a force field as a battering ram, only to ricochet off like a glow-in-the-dark bouncy ball.-
“See how the sun shines brightly in the city”
-He's barely able to recover before he has to keep dodging to unrelenting lasers.-
Okay, one problem at a time here. First problem, these stupid lasers.
“On the streets where once was pity”
-Trying a move he'd only done in practice before, Phil leaps up and delivers a shielded kick to the nearest blaster that puts it out of commission. Before he celebrates he pushes off the wall and crashes into the other blaster, tearing it out of it socket and knocking it on the floor-
-Phil lands back on the ground and wipes his forehead.-
Phew, that takes care of that. Now I just need to do something about these doors.
“Mr. Blue Sky is living here today, hey hey”
-After taking a moment to muster some power Phil grunts as he forces all the doors back up.-
Phil: Gyagh!
-With his path unblocked, he zooms out of the room. He finds some more robots waiting for him, these ones look like they're designed for combat-
You know what I like about robots...
-Phil attacks the bots head-on. Without over-thinking it he rams, punches and kicks them, all to the beat of the song-
“Mr. Blue Sky please tell us why”
-A punch to the face here, a kick in the back there-
“You had to hide away for so long (so long)”
-Another punch, a shoulder ram-
…I don't have to worry about hurting them!
-He kicks the head off the last bot and watches it fall, headless to the ground.-
This sure would be graphic if they weren't robots...
“Where did we go wrong?”
-With the battle over, his goal just around the corner and the music kicking in, Philip takes some time to let the music move him and starts dancing around like a weirdo. (Likely looking ridiculous.)-
-Philip slides across the floor in time the guitar. He turns around to see Dr. Nancy Nimble standing uncomfortably close and staring at him through her round goggles.-
“Hey you with the pretty fa-”
-Suddenly, the music cuts and Philip realizes he can't move, stuck in place by one of Nancy's inventions.-
Dr. Nimble: "Hello, pumpkin."
To Be Continued...
One of the many 'official guides' or 'handbooks' issued under the auspices of almost every UK local authority duringt he Twentieth Century and that included details of local administration, services, amenities and industries for both residents, visitors and prospective residents and investors. It is fair to say that this splendidly honest cover, showing the two main industries of the Yorkshire UDC of Rawmarsh, was not particularly aimed at holidaymakers!
The town, adjacent to the River Don, and situated close to Rotherham, into which borough it was amalgamated in the 1974 local government reorganisation, and was unashamedly built on coal, steel and chemicals. The major employer was the large Park Gate Iron & Steel Company, whose many products included colliery roof supports - important to the other major extractive industry. The works would continue to expand during the mid-20th Century with the development of the adjacent Aldwarke site. Another major steel company was that of Wm. Oxley of the Park Gate Steel Works.
The guide includes some photos of the town that show the trolleybus overhead of the rather unusual local undertaking the Mexborough & Swinton Traction Company (they had abandoned the word Tramways in the title when they converted the system in c1927) and the wholly single deck fleet continued in operation until 1961 when motor buses were substituted. It was the first and last private company to operate trolleybuses in the UK.
The cover is remarkably bold - the iron & steel works in the background, the colliery and colliers in the forground and even the telephone wires and gas lamps are silhouetted!
Young Heroes Vol 1 - Issue #8 "Sharkattack"
*Nik felt like he'd been swimming for hours in the dark waters pursuing after the boat, it always just being inches away from his reach. His muscles burned from exhaustion, so much so he thought that if he wasn't in water his body would have combusted. He wasn't going to leave Felix behind though. Those smugglers had got him somehow and the boat could've been long gone by the time A.N.G.E.L. got notified. They should have told Vega when they found out where the Meta Smugglers were but no, they wanted to take them on. It was his fault and if he died getting Felix back then so be it. Emoji would be angry for him leaving her, she'd probably revive and kill him herself. Nik smiles at the thought of her and grits his teeth swimming even harder till he grabs the boat that relentlessly drags him through the water. He screams in agony pulling himself on deck panting, his eyes close but he forces them open, only to see a guard aiming his gun at him.*
Nik: "Just my luck..."
*He stares up at the gun breathing shakily as he watches the guard about to pull the trigger. Until something slams into the side of the boat like an underwater train, it tilts to its side in the water knocking the armed guard off along with Nik, luckily he grabs the side of the boat as his legs sweep away in the current. He stares up at the boat that's about to capsize and watches helplessly as the loose container Felix is in snaps free from its restraints and fall past him. It strikes the water and the children can be heard screaming inside.*
Nik: "No, Felix!"
*Nik drops from the boat as it stabilises itself from the impact of whatever hit it and he lands back into the cold water making him shudder. He swims over to the container which creaks as it slowly begins to submerge drowning out the muffled screams of the children inside. Nik starts to unlock the bolt of the container but something grabs his leg with a vice like grip and drags him under the water. He thrashes wildly in the water holding his breath and looks down seeing the villain, Sharkattack. Nik slams his foot repeatedly off its rubberised nose till he realises this is not a humanoid shark, it's a man underneath. He remembered seeing him on the news, so stupid he thought, but now all he could think of was how badly screwed he was.*
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Felix: "D-Don't worry, I'll get us out of here!"
*Felix was lying though, he didn't know how to get the other kids out. The water had already started to seep in making their feet wet and the special cuffs they all had on somehow stopped their powers. The kids were climbing over each other trying to stay above the water that filled it up like a bathtub. Felix noticed that one of the bad men couldn't make his cuffs fit him, he was too small. Felix knew what he had to do though. He cried out in pain scratching the cuffs over his red raw wrists edging them painfully over his hand and off. He looked down at his bloodied wrist through watering eyes and bit his lip in pain pulling the cuff off his other tiny hand. The other kids ignored him, pounding on the crate as it tilts back piling them on top of one another crushing him against the back of the container. Felix closes his eyes tightly hearing the screams of the kids ring in his ears, he held back his Monster, he was scared it would hurt them. He was terrified of the monster inside him but maybe if he told it what to do it would listen.*
Felix: "Help them!"
*Felix falls under the water as it gushes in rising to the top. It's then his body glows and his radiant Monster climbs out from him materialising, it turns seeing Felix watching him with large blue eyes which ignite the murky waters. Felix points to the other kids that thrash in the water struggling to breathe and the monster turns its back on him grabbing the children in its large hands hugging them tightly together. It turns to Felix but it can't carry him too, reluctantly the monster bursts out swimming powerfully up to the surface. Felix whimpers in the water inhaling it, starving for oxygen. He begins to black out and he floats back in the water seeing his monster carry the kids to the top. His eyes begin to close and no longer is he panicking, he smiles looking up and that's when he sees Hope fly down through the water inside the sinking container grabbing him tightly.*
Seeing as my good friend, Justin, put up some great shots from the University of Chicago Theological Seminary from when he first introduced me to this incredible place, I felt I should look through some archives for a seminary shot. This image was taken one night after work, sneaking into this library that has been depleted of its contents. it was a little scary entering this dark room and having to find the light switches, but it worked out. Thanks again, Justin, and also Yvonne, for enlightening me to this great spot!
This is dedicated to my friend BossBob50. Check out his CD cover set: www.flickr.com/photos/bossbob50/sets/72157607782882854/
AND don't miss this take off on my pic above:
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I suppose this could be the cover of a Blue Note issue, one of those classic jazz albums produced by the creative people at Blue Note Records back in the hard bop days. At least that's what it reminded me of when I was getting into this. Perhaps something by their main tenor man Hank Mobley or their brilliant trumpeter Lee Morgan ... ?
Issue 22: The Thing, caught saying that thing, with that thing... | Variant available on therealhword.com
Selon sa composition, un curry peut être très doux ou bien très épicé, et il est généralement très parfumé
Thor traverse le ciel à l'aide de son char, tiré par deux boucs nommés Tanngrisnir et Tanngnjóstr (« Dents grinçantes » et « Dents étincelantes »)..
Enfin ce palais de reine a des issues secrètes.
Après quatre années merveilleuses de recherche, ce dessin est enfin achevé.
Qu'il soit vu par beaucoup ou par quelques uns ...
A rather stylish cover to the Pyrex Modern Cookery Book issued c1927 to sell the range of kitchen and ovenware to the housewife. By the late 1920s there was more of a move towards more of the burden of such domestic duties such as cooking falling on a greater number of 'middle class' women as the employment of domestic servants continued to tail off and in some respects the contents almost hint at 'cookery for beginners'.
Pyrex was possibly the best known of the borosilicate glasses that had been developed in the early 20th Century, initially in Germany. The experiments were picked up by the American company the Corning Glass Works and by 1915 they were marketing 'Pyrex' products. Back in the UK the Sunderland based glass manufacturers James A Jobling, at the Wear Flint Glass Works, at a time of general trade depression were canny enough to obtain the UK rights to Pyrex from Corning. It became their salvation as the glasswear proved very popular over the coming decades.
UK production of Pyrex ceased in 2007 when the now French owner of Jobling's, shut the Sunderland plant and moved production abroad.
The booklet is in a very period style - the front cover showing a coquettish figure displaying an array of foods in Pyrex dishes, whilst the back cover shows "the smartest thing in teapots", the range made by Jobling's along with coffee pots. These illustrations are signed "Harry Woolley", the artist born in Ashton-under-Lyne in Lancashire in 1881 and who died in 1959. This prolific artist and illustrator is probably best recalled as having designed many a cigarette card in his day. I do like the fact the cover has a copy of the booklet itself, with the string through the top right hole, pinned to the kitchen wall.
Glad to be part of Underdogs vol.9, moreover I really enjoyed the editing! A print version is available via Peecho.