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home of Dedo III - the fat + he died in 1190 after a liposuction to removal the fat to fit in his armor + definitely a visionary.
Arthur and Martha, the two most famous ladybirds in my stream (It's easy to be big in a small stream) have left the garden for good. They had offers from over the pond which they couldn't refuse. The offers were made by a Texan Dutchman with lots of money and silky smooth words. He promised them implants, botox, liposuction and a 24/7 party life, I couldn't do anything to stop them. They were off to the big time, lured by promises of the high life. Before they went, they paid for some wooden statues of themselves to be placed on the council tree stump behind the plum tree and these are they. I suppose that I should be grateful that they did leave something to remember them by.
PS
I just had a call from Arthur saying that they had been duped into some bug porn shoots and life wasn’t so rosy (although the sex was good), Martha wasn’t too sure... Because of this I offer this warning. if you see a cigar smoking Texan with loads of cash and a winning smile being followed by a hordes of women with huge assets pandering to his every whim, don’t be duped. He is only after the bugs in your garden for his wicked ways...
Happy New Year
I have a friend, he’s 31.
He had a wife, she was 27.
She died of liver cancer one month ago.
They have four children.
The youngest is barely six months old
This is an age where people put a premium on youth
A generation which considers old people “out of touch”.
Where liposuctions, botox treatments and wrinkle removals are renowned
All aimed at delaying Mother Nature’s unyielding stride
Today we are forgetting the beauty of the lines of our lives.
Let us be reminded that these are our experiences, our pain and our fruits of labor.
These are our friends, cherished loved ones and our joy and suffering.
Our lines are us.
The years will pass by and I will have my own
I will wear it proudly.
For there are other people
Who didn’t get the chance to wear them at all.
Not a lot happening on the bricklaying front so a day off, so I thought I'd try to get a unbelievable TV, phone, broadband deal.
"Hello Mr Branson I've just had a visit from Sky. BT & Talk Talk all at the same time (honest) & thier offers where fantastic especially the free liposuction & hair transplant one, so as a loyal customer can you bash all these lot up & give me aright proper deal ??
Needless to say I'm still waiting ;-)))))
Note my cat 'Ivy' in the background who was bird watching 😊
Though at some time in most of our lives, we will undergo some kind of surgical procedures, we usually don't really get to see what the inside of an operating room is really like. We're either anesthetized, or unconscious!
Back in 2009, when I was working several jobs to try to stay afloat financially, one of the jobs I did was to fill in for the owner of a medical cleaning company. The business is one most of us don't even think about. At night, after everyone goes home, people go into the medical facilities and clean them. It's a tough job, even though the places are kept really clean, because no matter how clean they are, you still have to clean them again every single day, and there are a ton of surfaces in a large area.
Back when I did this, I was in my early 50's. I worked all day at a used furniture store. In between helping customers, I had to clean the new pieces of furniture that came in. That, too, was hard work, as the place was 16,000 square feet, and we weren't allowed to sit down except for our 30 minute break for lunch. Some of the furniture would be really dirty, so it was a lot of work cleaning it, and I would be pretty achey and tired by 5:30 when I left that job to go to the other one! Often I didn't even have time for dinner, and would work until 10 or 11 at night cleaning the surgical center. That made for about 14-15 hours on my feet, doing hard work. Needless to say, it was a difficult time in my life, but I got through it!
I took this shot inside one of the operating rooms. Now, the nurses kept things pretty clean. Only once did I ever deal with cleaning up anything like blood, and it wasn't much, or really gross except for the sink where the surgeons cleaned up. That was usually cleaned, too, but one night there was some blood in it. It made me critically aware of what it was like in there all day!
This lamp is what is over you during an operation. I would have to pull these lamps down and wipe everything down, lens, arms and all. I found them to be fascinating, and could only imagine how bright they were when on with all those prisms of glass!
One thing that I found odd was that during the night, as I would go from room to room, from the nurses' kitchen to the doctor's offices, the place seemed peaceful and some of the rooms were quite pretty. When I would walk through the doors into the operating rooms and preparation area, the feeling would change completely! I always felt very uneasy in there, as if I was being watched. Now, they had video surveillance going on in many of the areas, and that didn't bother me, but this was something different. It was very unsettling. The operating rooms and the hallways and rooms in front and behind them were where the mood was particularly creepy!
I talked to someone about it one day, somewhat perplexed by why I would feel that way in there. She commented, "It's peoples' fear. You can just imagine how afraid some of them are!" It was strange, but made sense, but it actually felt more to me that there was something there that would MAKE them afraid other than the actual surgery! This wasn't a life and death kind of facility. It was a hand and plastic surgery center! Most of the people there would be having tendons fixed, arms set, or liposuction! To this day, I still wonder why it felt so weird in there.
In any case, I did learn a little about what medical professionals have to do in places like this. If you saw the rooms where all the instruments are kept and sanitized, and the stations where people are monitored, and realized that every single day someone has to clean every counter, floor, cabinet, instrument, chair, table and tray, as well as lamps like this one, or even the air vents in the operating rooms, you wouldn't take places like this, or the people in them for granted ever again! Medical costs are high, but there's a lot that goes on behind the scenes in these places. You're actually paying for all of it, not just the doctor's time! It's pretty interesting.
A neutral setting. That was what Amanda Waller had agreed to when she agreed to meet with Niles Caulder; a neutral setting. They were perfectly capable, had they met in one of their respective fortresses, of ensuring either of them was never seen again, and both would be happy to do so.
Their rivalry trickled back decades ago, having exploded in a fit so significant, it was forgotten by both of them. Or so they told each other. The truth of the matter is neither of them
would ever forget that day.
And they’d never forgive each other for it.
Waller, coldly: This place suits you, Niles.
Niles Caulder, residing moodily at the table of a Starbucks, looks up from his cup of hot chocolate.
Waller: It’s worth far less than you pay for it, and naturally, is a scourge known across the globe.
Caulder smiles: Amanda, dear woman, how long’s it been, since your last liposuction?
Waller, sits: If I recall, since you still had legs, Niles.
Caulder’s eyes narrow, and he takes a long, slow sip from his cocoa, the steam rising through the tiny carboard hole and up past his nostrils. His steely blue gaze meets hers of Dark Iron, and a spark of hatred all but ignites in the air.
Caulder: Well, enough of this fiddling about. I take it, what with your most sparkling of disposition, that your gritty little cabal did away with my little . . . problem?
Waller: You could say that, Niles, yes. Your little circus is safe from the evils of capitalism. Although,
Amanda Waller leans forward on her elbow, there’s a faint smile on her lips. The most unfriendly smile one could possibly imagine. It’s a grin full of malice, and satisfaction.
Waller: Intel tells me you haven’t even *got* a team anymore.
Niles Caulder’s hand wraps tightly around his cardboard cup, the thick paper beginning to buckle slightly.
Caulder: There’s no way you could know that. . . just like there’s no possible, conceivable way that I could know about your wicked little hit-teams’ mission to Bialya to rescue that loudmouthed simpleton from telly.
This time, Waller’s eyes narrow. If she too had a drink, she would have raised it steadily, deliberately to her lips and taken a drink, her dark, iron eyes meeting with his steely blues.
Caulder: Now how could I know that, you ask? My dear
Amanda, you may think your secrets are safe, but you forget who you address. Do you see this elegant piece of machinery I sit upon? This steaming cup of cocoa in my hand? I made both of these things with my very own hands. My brain is the ultimate machinery, nothing is hidden from me.
Waller: . . . Now why the hell would you come to a coffee shop and make your own drink?
Caulder: Did you not hear what I said? I know everything about you and your cabal of murderers and you dare to ask my why I made my ow-
Waller: I only ask because it reveals two things about you Niles. That you’ve become even more paranoid in your old age, and that you’re so strapped for cash that you can’t even afford a three dollar coffee.
Caulder, indignantly: Madame! I’ll have you know that not only is this cocoa, but it’s three ninety-five! And they don’t use milk, this is a repulsive water-in-the-cocoa establishment!
Waller stands: The point still stands, and our correspondence is finished. For what it’s worth, you’d probably have been better off letting Jost buy you out. That way, at least you’d be receiving royalties.
Caulder: There is no dignity in that.
Waller: I’m amazed you have any dignity at all anymore, Niles. I’d wish you good day, but, I’d rather you spilt that cocoa on yourself.
Amanda Waller clasps her hands behind her back and turns to head for the door.
Caulder: Oh Amanda, just whatever am I going to do with this delicate, succulent information I possess?
Waller grudgingly turns around: Same as all that other useless garbage in your head, Niles, stick it up your own ass. You may think you have some kind of leverage, but without concrete proof, there’s nothing you can do.
Caulder: And if I make the attempt?
Waller: I’m almost tired of saying this but, you know who I’d have to send after you.
Caulder: Ah, just like the old days, always resorting to violence. Would you really do away with such a significant brain as mine, dear Amanda?
Waller: I’ve done away with much more important things for far less. Don’t think yourself too high, Niles, or you’ll just hit the ground harder when you fall.
Without another word, Amanda Waller is through the door and gone.
Caulder, quietly to himself: You meant to say ,‘when you push me’ I’m sure. Insufferable Bitch.
Simmering, Niles Caulder returns to his hot chocolate, dismayed, to find it run cold before he could finish it.
Ugly face. He had all the fat removed from his face to make himself prettier.
Made with black ink, white pencil on colored paper
Abbey had plastic surgery. She got a lip reduction, a nose reduction, breasts implants, liposuction and eyelash implants. What do you think?
Now that Lips are Moving is out out my head, Love Me Harder came to replace it. Daaaaah
Barbie & Sweetie
B. --- Just one more guys [she says to the shutterbugs] Uh, that's the life. They follow me everywhere.
S. --- Hey B.!
B. --- Oh My Gosh! Sweets, I feel so out of the loop. What's been going on?
S. --- You haven't heard about the big blowup the girls had here.
B. --- Well, Skipper was telling me about it but I was trying to keep up with the Kardashians at the time. So I wasn't really paying attention.
S. --- You know about the reroot, right?
B. --- I'm not dead, of course I know about the reroot.
S. --- Well besides that, there's been some talk about Raquelle... and a new face... This is all hearsay...
B. --- Okay.
S. --- Eyebrow lift ...ears pinned back...
B. --- Wait, no...
S. --- Nose job...
B. --- Wait...
S. --- Chin job, boob job, butt job!
B. --- Butt job?
S. --- Butt job!
B. --- Liposuction?
S. --- No! Like a... bigger butt... like a little junk in the trunk.
B. --- Wait... howdayou... how do you add...
S. --- I don't know
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Were you expecting someone else? Silly you! I couldn't just premiere with Raquelle. Where's the fun in that? No need to fret, she will be in tomorrow's photo ;-)
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Welcome to "the hat chronicles" Season 3 - Episode 2:
holy shit, is the cowboy sucking in?
pimp is on vacation at the Pimp Islands which is located off the coast of Bermuda. He is getting a well needed rest before the start of pimp week which kicks off on the holiday formally known as Columbus Day on October 10th.
But he couldn't of chosen a worst time to leave town because just as we saw would happen last episode, the Cowboy has arrived! And this time around, he isn't fucking around with fedoras. He has learned his lesson and proclaims to know a bigger pimp weakness.
"Yeeehaw my little pimpoholics. Now y'all gonna be little cowboys an' cowgirls again! Fedora? Ha! Been there done that. I'm a gonna have that for dessert after I have what I really came here fo'. Y'all know I came here for the real prize... the one thing that could destroy that STUPID LIMP PIMP FOREVER!! YEYYEEEHHAWWWW", galloped the cowboy as he rode into town.
What does he mean? No fedora? There is something that is bigger than the mighty shrine that sits on top of the pimps head, right? And did the cowboy really just refer to the pimp as ... limp? This is not good.
"And a when I a get done wit' dat, lights out y'all!!! Oh and by the way, how ya like my new image? I got myself a new vest, new boots, and new underwear with a mustang horselike animal near da crotch. YYEYEYEYYAHHHAWWWWWWW!!!"
Do the stars in the vest have special powers? What about minipimp... where is she? Someone has got to do something, right?
"Oh and by da way, I'm a gonna start bein' real evil now. See this here fairy dust? I've been trainin' this shit here up to do some pretty dastardly things. Because, oh ... ohhhh.... OHHHHHH..... MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA ... yehawww giddy up bitches!!!"
This does not look good folks.
....to be continued
Flamenco (Walking Distance)
When I was 16 she was 22 and she liked a lot to walk. I remember, at that time she wore red-dust blonde hairs in a ponytail and Black, 2132 New-Wayfarer, clipped over a terrific long neck.
We used to walk for three or four days at a time, once or twice a year.
Walking together demands agreement in timing.
Hands loose, brained in a larger design, generous, light long fingers in a slight tan.
I did not wear a watch. She did not wear a bracelet. Picked a direction and walk that way until bored.
It’s hot in the summer though, so that sucks.
The more you walk the more likely you are to do it. Drink tropical juice and feel it oozing, walking like you know where you’re going and everything is lovely and luscious and exciting.
We liked to walk. When we were to find a long distance path, we started by looking for paths that go along coasts or down river valleys. These paths tend to have towns or villages at intervals, and towns or villages tend to contain comfortable places to stay and nice places to eat.
A reasonable distance between towns or villages is about four hours walking.
When we broke up by graduation, and over the summer I decided I was going to become an actor. And, after one semester, I changed into a major in the Writing, Speech, and Drama.
When I was 26 she was 32 and she liked a lot to walk. I remember, at that time she wore a sleeveless cutlass cotton shirt, no collar, bottom button loose, a black leather belt with silver buckle and D&G linen pants.
I saw her on a promo trip with a group of French photographers parading testimonials for a firm in Washington, CT.
“Do you like my girlfriend?” she asked.
I think sometimes you expect to be terrific, then yes, that is a disappointment.
We walked miles and walked hand in hand down Kings Highway, the three of us.
We meet the daughter of her at the top, wearing a black turtleneck and a plaid skirt, with brown boots. The two went through lengthy mind numbing explanations of their own experience from owning all the Beatles albums.
Girls always have big plans, imaginary or otherwise inaccessible.
I was walking with the three girls, pushing them along the walkways in a rumba, heading for the train. We were laughing it up. Some loud voices startled me and I half turned as two people passed by. One was a very obnoxious drunk man of about 5' 4", spitting as he talked, being insulting; the other person was a reddish-blond. I let them go, even happier now. We caught our breath.
Sometimes I like to walk around with a gun in my pocket. It reminds me of those days.
When I was 32 she was 38 and she liked a lot to walk. I remember, at that time I could spot these visible open-drainage adits from post liposuction surgery over hand built black one-sandals, wary feet in the summer’s haze and a Gucci's mini flap bag.
She was married at that time, love a luxury she could not afford, she said. But as I could see she matured and she had become cautious.
I had spotted her on walkarlington.com looking for a walking companion to hit the trails in and around the Ballston area, which is where I live now.
We hit the Golf Course several times and the promenade and had many of those delicious Jamba-Juice serves up from a vendi-mech, a beautiful hot pink robot-like thing along the way. We were standing at the end of Ridley's Walk, looking west towards the Orchard. The archway at the far end leads to Ivy court, and the building on the right is the old Master's Lodge.
We both stick tongues out with the same sign and grin.
“April has to be the worst month for shopping but somewhere between work and shopping I've found some cute shoes from Neiman Marcus”, she said and looked down into the paper bag.
Starring at her ponytail and laughing, eyelashes and tip of her nose I promise, one of these days, I'll learn how to maintain perspective.
I was inspired to do this by Harold Lloyds famous clock scene from the silent movie days.
I couldn't remember his name until I looked it up, but I remember the scene. I don't remember any other parts of the movie though.
From Wikipdeia:
Harold Lloyd ranks alongside Charlie Chaplin and Buster Keaton as one of the most popular and influential film comedians of the silent film era.
His films frequently contained "thrill sequences" of extended chase scenes and daredevil physical feats, for which he is best remembered today.
Lloyd hanging from the hands of a clock high above the street in Safety Last! is one of the most enduring images in all of cinema. Lloyd did many of these dangerous stunts himself, despite having injured himself in 1919 during the filming.
My safer stunt was to get Rumblemumbles to shoot me against a white wall on top of a step ladder. the white background makes it easy to select me from the background.
Then I copy pasted the selection of me onto the clock shot, after waiting for the quarter past the hour, and fearing the impending doom of getting sliced off by the red second hand.
The CTL T (Transform) to resize myself to whatever I choose, so I can make myself as fat or as thin as I like without liposuction.
If you (like me) are way too young to have been alive when HAROLDS MOVIE was shown, I have found a clip for you.
It is quite extraordinary really, when you think of what they did then to make these movies compared to modern day CGI activities.
Add a mirrored GRADIENT to dress it up, and done.
Timepieces Theme
This is # 2 from the series The Seven Deadly Sins
This is Envy
I know what you must be thinking. You're thinking "God, you really messed up this photo, the original woman is gorgeous!" If so, then I did my job right. Because I agree. Yet, in todays world of lip and breast augmentation, liposuction, botox, (etc...) women(and men) have lost track of what true beauty is. The media has brainwashed them.
Now, I miself am guilty of envying certain qualities from other people. I think that's perfectly normal. But to plump up your lips just to look like Angelina Jolie, throw up everything you eat to be as skinny as "other girls" is just so sad. Many of us are obsessed with perfection. The problem is that there are no perfect humans and we don't know where to draw the line. And it all ends up looking...well...fake. I feel really bad for some people who I've seen gone just way too far with surgery.
Can you spot the real beauty in this photo? Truly? I wonder...
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Model from DA stock: *AngellofFyre
Right Eye from DA stock: ~grace-stock
Right Lips from: www.sxc.hu/
There really was no easy to way to take and upload this picture for FYFF (Flash Your Fur Friday).
I’ll always felt less attractive by having so much back hair. It makes me self-conscious at the gym, on the beach, or when getting ‘down-to-business’ on a date.
Two years I’ve been a member of my gym and only a few weeks back did I get my swimming trunks on and go in the Sauna/Jacuzzi/Swimming area.
Do other people’s opinions matter? It’s a blatant and irrefutable fact that if you did a head count, the percentage of those who do not like hair on a guy’s back far outnumbers those few who do. Why put up with negative opinions?
My Dad and Uncles used to be in near tears at their male-pattern baldness. My Uncle even as the hair plug scars to prove how insecure and upset he was. And they all perfected the terrible art of the hair comb-over to hide it. Whereas I shave my head, and actually feel a bit low if I leave it too long. A smooth head, on me anyway, means being ready to battle and take on the world - not a sign of weakness.
Then I go through other phases where I almost get brazen and angry. Why I should I try shaving or waxing? What comes next? Plastic surgery, liposuction, hair plugs, skin peels. I know people who have had surgery, Botox and ‘nip and tuck’ treatments and its just make them more insecure, not less. It’s never enough and my never be, if the problem is inside, not outside.
This brings me to the flip side of the argument. I’ve dropped my jaw in admiration many a times after seeing a fine hairy backed dude living life to the full at summer venues, sweaty clubs or the wonderful world of Flickr.
So, here I am. This is me. A man with hair on his back.
Cropped of plastic surgeon hands checking afro woman belly before beauty procedure, liposuction concept
Oh belly - I don’t even know what to say about you. I’ve loathed, hated, seethed, tugged on, drawn on, mapped out where the liposuction would go if I could get it, dreamt of what you would look like thin. And yet. Here we are. No amount of running away has gotten us farther apart. Fine. I give up. Perhaps I’ll stop hating you so vehemently. It’ll will be a slow cauldron bubble from now on at least.
Get thee to a plastic surgeon, you tragic post-pregnancy ladies, you!
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Today was a jammy day . . .
and what a day it was!
I had my camera set up on the tripod, overlooking our backyard.
Little did I know we would have this amazing visitor, mid-afternoon!
The first time I went out to our new room, the turkey flew away!
Had a feeling he would return . . . sure enough . . .
and this time, I crawled to my camera and slowly raised myself
so as not to frighten him away.
The shots are not the greatest, as I don't have a good enough lens,
but the poses are priceless!
Enjoy!
Gobble Gobble Gobble!
“No more turkey, but I'd like some more of the bread it ate.”
~ Hank Ketcham ~
“I was leafing through a magazine where there was a before-and-after picture of a woman who went from a size 5 to a size 3 by liposuction. Was she serious?
I've cooked bigger turkeys than her *before* picture.”
~ Erma Bombeck ~
Entomophthora muscae (Greek for “insect destroyer”) is a species of pathogenic fungus in the order Entomophthorales which causes a fatal disease in flies. It can cause epizootic outbreaks of disease in flies.
The fungus starts by consuming the fly’s hemolymph, the fluid equivalent of blood in invertebrates, and then feeds on the insect’s fat cells. After the free liposuction, the mind control begins.
Before the fly dies, the fungus induces the zombie to climb up something nearby and push out its proboscis, or mouthparts. Then, the fly drools what is likely a sticky fungal secretion that glues it in place.
The fungus then exerts a kind of mind-control on the fly, causing the fly to lift its wings upright, a position in which the wings become stuck out from their back at a steep upward angle.
A few hours later, the white fungus can be seen growing out through the intersegmental membranes. Spores form at the tips of the fungal fuzz, and then launch, spreading in search of another fly to infect.
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