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Number: CT-1287
Name: Redwing
Rank: ARC Sergeant
Primary weapon: Two DC-15s Side-Arm Blasters
Secondary weapon: Vibroblades
Equipment: Bacta-Implants, Integrated Squad Comms, Modified Long Range Binoculars, Survival Cold Pack
...:: BEGIN LOG ::...
This log begins in the caverns that I reported my squad and I planted our explosives in. After placing the last detonation switch and evacuating the platform we rushed into the mine shafts lift, it was cramped and small but we all fit. I wanted to try this new microchip that I was told saved you from having to write a log after the mission. I was all for that idea, but not all for another chip in my head. I had already received Bacta-Implants as part of the ARC program, and my squad was on of the first to test integrated squad comms. This grants us the ability to communicate long range without our helmets or armor. Hasn’t been needed yet, but it has been a convenience. So, I was already ready for the implant when my trooper asked.
“Are you ready?” CT-4283 asked me.
I muttered “Yes.” and braced for the piercing feeling I had gotten so familiar with. The chips sides dig into my skin in the center of my neck, it felt like the small legs of a Flii digging into my back. I could sense the wires Branch down through my skin and contact my spinal cord, my body jerked and I threw my body upward.
Startled, CT-4383 and nearby squad mates reached out to support my limp body back down to the lift’s floor.
“Are you alright sarge?” CT-5712 asked calmly.
Struggling to reply, I could only mutter a weak “Y...e...s...yes.”
I reached for the back of my head and felt the new metal plate, wedged in my skin above my spine and between the older plates. A shock ran into my finger and up my arm, the shock jolted me upright and onto my feet. I cracked my neck and reached for my helmet, I was ready to get back to the Gunships.
The journey back to the Gunships was a long one, the attack had been amusing, fun even as my troopers and I jumped into trench after trench, and making quick work of the cowering Vandosians. The way back would be less sporadic and exciting as we had to look out for Vandosian snipers in the ruins. Knowing this, I commanded my troops to take the high ground and we led an op on the laboratory’s roofs. The Vandosian plant was a large long building, similar to some testing grounds at the Felucia base I visited after ARC training. The top was covered in odd angles and bumps and cylinders, presumably for exhaust and chemicals.
The ruins lay covered in white armor, the black and gray armor of the natives was rare among the see of white pauldrons and pads. After my troops and I had sifted our way through the sea of armor, I had realized how much death had occurred on our assualt. Vandosian bodies started to populate the sea and I realized these people had dealt with enough damage for a day, for weeks, years even. The detonator slipped from my hand as I crushed it with my boot. I was wary of an explosion in the background, hoping I hadn’t set off a chain of explosions that would take down the planet, like the Jedi had foretold. But only a small tremor shook my plastoid boots. Relief rolled over me as I felt I might have saved these people. I might have destroyed a structural beam, but I also had hopefully interrupted the planned chain of explosions.
Waking from my dreams of being a savor and hero, I felt heat brush my shoulder pauldron. Another came whizzing past my helmet, ducking down and looking over the edge I could see a cluster of white armor amidst the white snow. The group cluttered in circles, knocking one against another. A red bolt of energy flew into on of the armored bodies and sent it flying out into the white field. A sniper had hit!
My eyed darted towards the source, a Vandosian has camped up behind one of the large exhaust cylinders. My men and I all knew what had to be done, we leapt from roof to roof, over one body and another. A trooper had reached the culprit before I had, I could see the timid soldier turn slowly and place their heavy weapon to the side as they raised one hand.
Trudging towards the what seemed like a young girl, I felt remorse and sadness for coming up against such a hopeless enemy. Standing just inches from the girl I could see her fear.
So scared, so afraid. Not of anyone, but of our armor.
Her eyes darted from plastoid hand to blaster barrel.
Her eyes
Were blue
Like the crystals that brought us here
Her eyes
Ignited with emotionemotion
Her hand
Launched towards her sniper.
My hand
Flew towards my holster and pointed towards her.
PEW!!
My blaster pistol held it’s place suspended in air above the girl and her fearful eyes returned from their angry state.
My blaster dropped to the ground and I reached to her eyes and closed her eyelids.
She
and I had seen enough.
We called the microchip company and got the phone number of the owner.
What we learned was quite amazing! First, we learned that her name was Tinkerbell.
Then we learned that she is not even from California!! Her family traveled here from Arizona, and when kids were playing with fireworks on the 3rd. of July (3 weeks ago), she jumped over a fence and ran for her life!!! She didn't run a mile or two - she ran over 25 MILES!!!
We don't know where and when she broke her leg (it's not a simple fracture... it's her wrist that is broken so it was harder for the doctor to determine how old the injury is).
The family had her since she was a baby (she is now 10 years old), and in a few days they will drive all the way back to California to take her back home :-)
Microchips and collars with name tags really save lives!
Please make sure your pet has both!
Thanks :-)
Eldad
This one hundred year old life-size sandstone statue of President James A. Garfield stands near the campus of Hiram College in Hiram, Ohio. The stone figure, originally dedicated in 1914, is a fairly recent acquisition for the Hiram area, having been purchased at an auction by a trustee of the college. A formal dedication service took place in May 2009.
The very next day it was discovered the head of Garfield was missing! It had been stolen! Two months later the head was recovered and has been expertly restored by a stone mason who also installed a microchip, making it possible to track the head if were ever vandalized again.
The decapitation led students in the college’s entrepreneurship center to sell T-shirts with the image of Garfield’s head and the slogan, “Get A Head at Hiram College.” :-)
Interesting facts:
James Abram Garfield (November 19, 1831 – September 19, 1881) served as the 20th President of the United States (1881), after completing nine consecutive terms in the U.S. House of Representatives (1863–81). He was the second president to be assassinated and had served only 200 days in office.
James Garfield is the only president to ever have been a preacher. He was a minister of the Christian Church (Disciples of Christ).
He is one of the EIGHT United States Presidents to have come from Ohio.
Hiram, Ohio is a beautiful college town, population 1,439.
The two men who vandalized the Garfield statue were NOT students.
Hair, goggles & collar: Robbie Roo's Whatchamagoos - Codebreaker (Femboy Hunt prize)
Necklace: Aseriz - Microchip (Femboy Hunt prize)
Biometrics is nothing knew, but one day it will become mandatory. Each person on earth will receive a Universal Biometric ID, which will be tied to all their information. Without your Digital ID you will not be able to use the internet, pay your taxes, open a bank account, get your prescription medicine, or travel. Your ID will be tied to a Social Credit Score System, which will keep track of your Carbon Footprint—your Personal Carbon Allowance. You will be completely tracked and monitored. You will be punished for breaking any of the rules/narratives, so you’ll need to be a good global citizen. What is monitored will be controlled. Weaponized data: they will use your data against you. Biometrics: the road to your digital enslavement. Biometric data surveillance under the skin, the way of the future. Convenience over safety, and safety over freedom.
You are being socially engineered with the use of behavioural and social sciences. They are slowly leading you in the direction they want you to go. So embrace your vaccine passport, your QR code—the first step towards their digital ID ecosystem/prison. They are directing you down a path to a Biometric Microchip ID—the first step into transhumanism. Central Bank Digital Currencies will lead you to the Mark of the Beast.
Plug yourself into the smart-grid, with your smart-chip, tracked in your smart-city, in your smart-home, in your virtual smart-world, enjoying your smart-prison, watched by smart-surveillance, on smart-networks, gathering smart-data, analyzed by smart-AI, using smart-computing. You will love your smart-appliances, smart-electronics, smart-wallets, smart-money, smart-cars, smart-assistants, smart this and smart that, until you are a smart-slave in their smart-prison system—their smart-gulag archipelago. You will bow to the smart-image, of the smart-idol, with your smart-tattoo, known as the smart-mark, given to you by the false prophet, of the false christ, of the false god.
Once you take the Mark of the Beast your conscience will be overridden, and you will be programmed to follow the Beast. Just as Esau sold his birthright, you will sell your conscience—you will sell your soul! Don’t be deceived by satan, or his coming antichrist and false prophet.
“And the beast was captured, and with him the false prophet who did mighty miracles on behalf of the beast—miracles that deceived all who had accepted the mark of the beast and who worshiped his statue. Both the beast and his false prophet were thrown alive into the fiery lake of burning sulfur.”
“I have come in my Father’s name, and you do not receive me. If another comes in his own name, you will receive him.”
“For many will come in my name, claiming, ‘I am the Messiah,’ and will deceive many.”
“And many false prophets will appear and will deceive many people.”
“For false messiahs and false prophets will appear and perform great signs and wonders to deceive, if possible, even the elect.”
“Don’t be deceived, my dear brothers and sisters.”
How-To: expose flip chip CPU dies
Warning:
Do it only on a good ventilated working area
or the fumes can be damage your lungs.
Wearing a mask and protect your eyes.
watch full video on youtube:
Music by NICOLAI HEIDLAS ("MODERN THEME”)
soundcloud.com/nicolai-heidlas/modern-theme-free-backgrou...
See the future, a hellish dystopia
Through the chaos, a New World Order
Then the Beast comes, a prophetic code
A patented Mark, a microchip embedded
Join the collective, a digital slave race
We are headed for a global currency reset in which cash will be phased out and replaced with Central Bank Digital Currencies (CBDCs). The role of the US dollar as the world’s reserve currency will soon come to an end. It will be substituted with a multipolar system of reserve currencies that will be placed under the oversight of the International Monetary Fund. The IMF’s Special Drawing Rights (SDRs) will be expanded to support global trade and investment. This will reduce the dominance of any one country in the global financial system, providing greater stability to the global economy.
Such a system will only last for so long, because it’s a repackaged fiat currency scheme. This system is designed to crash, so that it can be further centralized. In the march towards a one world government (open borders and global citizens), all CBDCs will eventually be consolidated into a centralized One World Digital Currency. The quickest and easiest way to integrate the world’s populace into such a system will be through the introduction of a microchip ID system. Therefore, this new global currency system will be linked to a mandatory system-on-a-chip smart tattoo. A person’s information will be tied to their bio-compatible tattoo. They will be tracked in real time all the time. All their data will be analyzed by AI and stored on the cloud. As a security precaution, piezoelectric biometric nanomachine technology will monitor the inside of each person’s body; this will protect their biometric information from unauthorized access from ever-evolving cyber-based vulnerabilities.
The Bible warns that a day is coming when no one will be able to buy or sell without a mark (stamp of servitude) on their hand or forehead. 666: only transhumans will be allowed to participate in the Beast system. Indeed, the future comes in small packages.
We scanned for a chip right away, and the chip was never registered by his owner.
We had to call around, contact the microchip company, and tried to figure out to what vet clinic did they sell that specific chip. This took quite a while, but we were able to finally find the clinic, and eventually we figured out who the owner was.
I called the owner, and I was nnoyed... her dog didn't have a collar or a name tag, he had a microchip that was not registered, he had badly infected (and untreated) ears because of the many fly bites he had (she just lets him live in her back yard), and she didn't seem to really care... she didn't even bother to come and pick him up that same day.
A couple of days after she did pick him up, I checked in to see how he was doing, and the woman's response was "he is fine, there is no need for you to ever talk to me ever again".
I feel bad for this kid, but the law requires me to try and find the owner of every dog I find.
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Yesterday I got a call about someone who was absolutely positively sure that Adrienne was her dog. The pictures she sent me didn't even look like Adrienne, but for her peace of mind I took an hour from my busy schedule to meet with her, and it turned to be NOT HER DOG.
It's important to understand that trying to figure out the story of every stray dog is very time consuming.
Please MAKE SURE your pet has a collar, a name tag, and a registered microchip - it's almost the only way for us rescuers and good Samaritans to figure things out.
Thanks :-)
Eldad
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The realm of the damned where chaos dwells in the midst of hell where the wicked are bound
The depths of darkness where evil dwells the demons swarm and the Beast is crowned
The kingdom of the Beast where chaos dwells the smartchip Mark creates a sinful spell
The hand of the scanned where the microchip dwells in the forehead of the lost who are going to hell
alternate title: Don't Blame Me, My Microchip Made Me Do It
We're Here! - Superstitions - feeling lucky or tempting fate?
Yeah, I'm definitely a fate-tempter. Or I would be, if I actually believed in any of that stuff. I always feel weirdly accomplished when I manage to end up with $6.66 on the till when I'm shopping, and I'm even more entertained when other people get it and proceed to freak out over it.
My initial idea for this, before I got out the camera, was to go a bit darker in tone, do the whole demonic blacked-out eyes thing, but I ended up really liking the almost cartoonish thing I've got going on here. I am absolutely terrible at smiling sincerely in pictures, but I'm aces at creepy-smiling.
(And where the hell was this part of my brain during Comedy of Horrors day on Tuesday? Off being sick and depressed and useless, obviously.)
It's already entirely normal for the locals to stare and pull their children away from me (seriously, I'm not making that up), I feel like I should carry around a copy of this shot, see if I can get them to scurry away just a little bit faster.
Old Škoda 125L. It is 80's car from ČSSR ( part of USSR ). Wonderful car without microchips, unnecessary elecronic control systems. True passion to ride :-) ( Before renovation process )
See the briefing on the situation.
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A new kinda processing idea has been executed on this.
This guy was stuck in a spider's web and I tried to come to his rescue. This was clicked midway... :D
1 More coming.
Sorry for being out and not being able to see your photos but I have been traveling a lot. Though, I'll make sure I see 'em all as soon as I am done with my project for YKK.
Have a great weekend Everyone.
Good Friday! :)
Loads of Love
2k
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Highest position: 287 on Saturday, April 3, 2010, Source:Scout
Thanks so much for all your comments and faves... :)
Number: CT-1287
Name: Redwing
Rank: ARC Sergeant
Primary weapon: Two DC-15s Side-Arm Blasters
Secondary weapon: Vibroblades
Equipment: Bacta-Implants, Integrated Squad Comms, Modified Long Range Binoculars, Survival Cold Pack
...:: BEGIN LOG ::...
This log begins in the caverns that I reported my squad and I planted our explosives in. After placing the last detonation switch and evacuating the platform we rushed into the mine shafts lift, it was cramped and small but we all fit. I wanted to try this new microchip that I was told saved you from having to write a log after the mission. I was all for that idea, but not all for another chip in my head. I had already received Bacta-Implants as part of the ARC program, and my squad was on of the first to test integrated squad comms. This grants us the ability to communicate long range without our helmets or armor. Hasn’t been needed yet, but it has been a convenience. So, I was already ready for the implant when my trooper asked.
“Are you ready?” CT-4283 asked me.
I muttered “Yes.” and braced for the piercing feeling I had gotten so familiar with. The chips sides dig into my skin in the center of my neck, it felt like the small legs of a Flii digging into my back. I could sense the wires Branch down through my skin and contact my spinal cord, my body jerked and I threw my body upward.
Startled, CT-4383 and nearby squad mates reached out to support my limp body back down to the lift’s floor.
“Are you alright sarge?” CT-5712 asked calmly.
Struggling to reply, I could only mutter a weak “Y...e...s...yes.”
I reached for the back of my head and felt the new metal plate, wedged in my skin above my spine and between the older plates. A shock ran into my finger and up my arm, the shock jolted me upright and onto my feet. I cracked my neck and reached for my helmet, I was ready to get back to the Gunships.
The journey back to the Gunships was a long one, the attack had been amusing, fun even as my troopers and I jumped into trench after trench, and making quick work of the cowering Vandosians. The way back would be less sporadic and exciting as we had to look out for Vandosian snipers in the ruins. Knowing this, I commanded my troops to take the high ground and we led an op on the laboratory’s roofs. The Vandosian plant was a large long building, similar to some testing grounds at the Felucia base I visited after ARC training. The top was covered in odd angles and bumps and cylinders, presumably for exhaust and chemicals.
The ruins lay covered in white armor, the black and gray armor of the natives was rare among the see of white pauldrons and pads. After my troops and I had sifted our way through the sea of armor, I had realized how much death had occurred on our assualt. Vandosian bodies started to populate the sea and I realized these people had dealt with enough damage for a day, for weeks, years even. The detonator slipped from my hand as I crushed it with my boot. I was wary of an explosion in the background, hoping I hadn’t set off a chain of explosions that would take down the planet, like the Jedi had foretold. But only a small tremor shook my plastoid boots. Relief rolled over me as I felt I might have saved these people. I might have destroyed a structural beam, but I also had hopefully interrupted the planned chain of explosions.
Waking from my dreams of being a savor and hero, I felt heat brush my shoulder pauldron. Another came whizzing past my helmet, ducking down and looking over the edge I could see a cluster of white armor amidst the white snow. The group cluttered in circles, knocking one against another. A red bolt of energy flew into on of the armored bodies and sent it flying out into the white field. A sniper had hit!
My eyed darted towards the source, a Vandosian has camped up behind one of the large exhaust cylinders. My men and I all knew what had to be done, we leapt from roof to roof, over one body and another. A trooper had reached the culprit before I had, I could see the timid soldier turn slowly and place their heavy weapon to the side as they raised one hand.
Trudging towards the what seemed like a young girl, I felt remorse and sadness for coming up against such a hopeless enemy. Standing just inches from the girl I could see her fear.
So scared, so afraid. Not of anyone, but of our armor.
Her eyes darted from plastoid hand to blaster barrel.
Her eyes
Were blue
Like the crystals that brought us here
Her eyes
Ignited with emotionemotion
Her hand
Launched towards her sniper.
My hand
Flew towards my holster and pointed towards her.
PEW!!
My blaster pistol held it’s place suspended in air above the girl and her fearful eyes returned from their angry state.
My blaster dropped to the ground and I reached to her eyes and closed her eyelids.
She
and I had seen enough.
Traumatic times have befallen the O'Halloran household! We have invested in a new cat door which works on the microchips inserted into our cats. All sounds wonderful (in theory!).
We've definitely had an unwanted feline visitor in recent weeks who has marked its territory in the house, including the cats' bed. I'd heard about this sort of catflap from our friends and so decided to invest.
Fitting was easy - scanning the cats so that they register with the unit a little more challenging!
Martha wasn't so difficult and was absolutely fabulous at helping us to check it all out - this isn't because she is helpful, it's because she is ruled by her stomach and will do ANYTHING for Dreamies cat treats!
Molly, on the other hand, completely freaked out over the whole thing, left home and didn't return until 5am the next day, appearing outside the bathroom window and mewling pitifully. Thankfully she's nearly back to 'normal' but still hasn't braved the Flap of Doom!
With lockdown 3.0 thrust upon us all by the powers that be Timothy is starting to feel strange. He thought all this would be over by now, that the world would be back to normal, that he could leave the oppressive flat he has been in for what seems like forever. That is not the case though sadly, instead, Timothy has had to occupy himself for close to a year and things are now starting to get weird.
He’s tuned one of his eyes to pick up QAnon conspiracies using the 5g microchip that Bill gates implanted using the covid radiating pigeons.The other he uses to watch reruns of short-lived musical police drama ‘Cop Rock’ on repeat. Between both eyes he feels like he has reached peak cognitive dissonance. This has led Timothy into a state of what he likes to call ‘vacant obscurity’. He’ll likely be this way until March…
It is A4 and made using acrylic, oil pastel and paint pen. Drop us a line if you need him to adorn some uninspiring wall...
Cheers
id-iom
I forgot about this sketch. I drew it for my exhibition in the Technologie Park but I didn’t print it in the end.
Microchips from an earlier era and a high-tech chip more people are likely to have in their wallets and purses nowadays.
Based on a composition I originally was going to submit for Macro Mondays, before I decided to try something different.
Shigehiro Nishino developed a novel design that became a breakthrough in the manufacturing of heat-resistant silicon-carbide microchips.
Traditional microchips were made entirely of silicon and were easily produced but could not withstand high temperatures. Silicon-carbide microchips were largely heat-resistant but nearly impossible to manufacture on a consistent basis.
As NASA Lewis researchers began investigating this issue in 1981, Nishino, a Japanese physicist, applied for a research fellowship at the center to test his theoretical process for producing silicon-carbide chips.
Nishino worked with NASA engineers Anthony Powell, William Nieberding, and Herbert Will to build laboratory equipment that could successfully deposit layers of material onto a silicon base. The effort was a success and Research & Development Magazine included this process on the 1983 R&D 100 list of exceptional technologies.
Today, silicon-carbide electronics are used around the world for renewable energy grids, computer power supplies, nuclear power-generating systems, electric vehicles, hybrid electric aircraft, and space vehicles.
Chemical Vapor Deposition Reaction Chamber at the Lewis (now Glenn) Research Center, Cleveland, Ohio.
Credit: NASA
Image Number: C1989-2573
Date: March 13, 1989
I just got Covid Vaccinated, and so, my speech these past days has been revolving around :
- The fact that I'm now a 5G hotspot,
- My microchip and Bill Gates talking inside my ear,
- A third arm growing from my butt and my second head being angry (the head is named Georges),
- My slow transformation in an octopus.
Here is my transformation in an octopus pictured in Second Life.
And to turn into that sexy octopus, you can follow this styling card.
Body/Head/Shape :
Body : Legacy (f 1.3)
Head : Lelutka Evo Head Fleur 2.5
Custom homemade shape
Skin/Ears/Eyes/etc. :
Eyes : Suicidal Unborn Spectrum Eyes V2
Eyelashes : Booty's beauty Artemis Set
Eyebrows : Mister Razzor Donna
Beauty marks : Finer Threads
Blush : Persephone Porcelain Blush 50%
Blush & contour : Essences Blush/Contour Middle Peach
Skin : Heaux Erin Skin Shell + b&b matching body layer
Ears : Yummy Curated Iridescent ears
Nails : Rawr Ombre Nails
Highlight : Veechi prism highlighter
Outfit & accessories :
Lipstick : TOP1SALON RGB lipstick set
Eyeshadow 1 : IDTTY Deep Cove 4
Eyeshadow 2 : Booty's beauty Artemis set
Tattoos : Lilithé Furor, Scylla & Penumbra
Eyes halos : Izzie's Gloom Eyeshadows blue & black
Dress ::oushk - Queen Kraken - Black
Eye pearls : Warpaint Regal
Septum : Blaise arachne septum
Bracelet : Swallow Supreme Bracelet
Tentacle jewels : [LJ] Tentajewels (bracelet & necklace)
Hair : DOUX Valentine
Rings : Cult Magik Rings
Fades : The Plastik Demon Fades
Finger fades : Cubic Cherry Finger Fades black
Bubbles : Chicchica Bubbles
Belly piercing : Bubble tentacle piercing
Piercings : MELLOW Erin lip rings & Diamond stud
Aura : Witch Smoke Swirl & (not visible on pics) Triggered starlight Aura 2.0 Baby Blue
NB : My blog is migrating to another platform. Use Flickr until further notice :)
I needed to update their microchip registry photos so they got the real camera instead of iPhone today. Last photos were taken at four months and they've grown quite a bit since then!
Sogna una carne sintetica
Nuovi attributi e un microchip emozionale
Sogna di un bisturi amico che faccia di lei
Qualcosa fuori dal normale
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A few days ago, I uploaded a photograph of an old, dirty Pentium processor taken with a 50mm lens on a bellows. This time, I am showing a brand new Pentium (not dusty at all yet!), the one I bought in the Fall of 2020 to go into the new PC I was assembling then.
This time, I used the Laowa 100mm 2× macro lens with a Fotodiox Pro 35-mm extension tube.
Composite shot made up of 35 focus-stacked exposures, set manually using my NiSi NM-180 focusing rail. Stack processed with Helicon Focus. Laowa 100mm ƒ/2.8 2× macro lens.
List time (again).
1. I need to apply for a passport, and I keep putting it off. My next major vacation WILL be to Europe (hello 2010!).
2. I think people who put microchips inside their pets is just the beginning of chips in our kids. And I think it’s really scary. By the year 2100, we won’t need Social Security Numbers anymore because we’ll have all that information and more embedded in our fucking brains.
3. I love apples. I can’t bite into an apple until I get my braces off. And let me tell you, it’s a real fucking pain in the ass to cut it up with a plastic knife when I’m out.
4. My favorite zoo animal is the giraffe. Why? Because their necks are fucking long! Not sure why this qualifies them as my favorite but fuck it, it’s a creditable reason.
5. I’m considering getting a cat for the babe. My apartment requires a $500 deposit. They can go get fucked. I might pull a sneaky on their ass.
6. I played trumpet from 4th grade till I graduated high school. When I was in 7th grade I played so loud during practice that I blew the kid ears out who stood in front of me. I think he had to go to the hospital. Or at least that is the story I’ve continually exaggerated till this day that I think I have talked myself into believing.
7. I always try to woo girls with mix CD’s. If you get a mix CD from me, there’s a real good chance I probably want to eventually fuck the shit out of you.
8. I am almost as addicted to ice cream as I was to hard narcotic drugs. It’s so bad that I will avoid the whole goddamn aisle in the grocery store due to temptation.
9. With the exception of swimming trunks, I don’t wear shorts. I don’t give a fuck how hot it is.
10. Billy Mays was right! That shit called OxiClean actually works. The other day it took red wine right out of a stained white shirt.
11. Earth to Andy Reid: THE WILDCAT OFFENSE ISN’T WORKING!
12. My next tattoo is going to be an old Irish prayer and/or phrase written in old Gaelic on the back of my left arm. I haven’t found one that I like yet. Suggestions?
13. I’m a Pisces. However astrology is a load of shit.
14. I try to drink as much water as humanly possible. The water guy at my work would hate my guts if he knew I was personally responsible for at least 1 round trip to his water truck.
15. Since we are less than 2 months from the new decade, what are we going to call this decade? The 70’s were the Seventies, the 80’s were the Eighties, and the 90’s were the Nineties, etc. So this decade will be the … Zero’s? Hmmm.
The shot at hand? Chloe and I swinging on the swings at a park after work. I set the tripod up and the exposure fairly long to capture the motion. It wasn’t too hard because the Sun was going down and it was dusk.
The album below? I guess it’s art rock meets glam rock with a little bit of pop. It’s very musical and extremely digestible even on the first listen. Give it a whirl!
Location: Oyster Bay Regional Shoreline; San Leandro, California
Taken: October 1st, 2009
Posted: November 10th, 2009
Album of the Day: Dragonslayer by Sunset Rubdown
Video: Black Swan by Sunset Rubdown
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I just got Covid Vaccinated, and so, my speech these past days has been revolving around :
- The fact that I'm now a 5G hotspot,
- My microchip and Bill Gates talking inside my ear,
- A third arm growing from my butt and my second head being angry (the head is named Georges),
- My slow transformation in an octopus.
Here is my transformation in an octopus pictured in Second Life.
And to turn into that sexy octopus, you can follow this styling card.
Body/Head/Shape :
Body : Legacy (f 1.3)
Head : Lelutka Evo Head Fleur 2.5
Custom homemade shape
Skin/Ears/Eyes/etc. :
Eyes : Suicidal Unborn Spectrum Eyes V2
Eyelashes : Booty's beauty Artemis Set
Eyebrows : Mister Razzor Donna
Beauty marks : Finer Threads
Blush : Persephone Porcelain Blush 50%
Blush & contour : Essences Blush/Contour Middle Peach
Skin : Heaux Erin Skin Shell + b&b matching body layer
Ears : Yummy Curated Iridescent ears
Nails : Rawr Ombre Nails
Highlight : Veechi prism highlighter
Outfit & accessories :
Lipstick : TOP1SALON RGB lipstick set
Eyeshadow 1 : IDTTY Deep Cove 4
Eyeshadow 2 : Booty's beauty Artemis set
Tattoos : Lilithé Furor, Scylla & Penumbra
Eyes halos : Izzie's Gloom Eyeshadows blue & black
Dress ::oushk - Queen Kraken - Black
Eye pearls : Warpaint Regal
Septum : Blaise arachne septum
Bracelet : Swallow Supreme Bracelet
Tentacle jewels : [LJ] Tentajewels (bracelet & necklace)
Hair : DOUX Valentine
Rings : Cult Magik Rings
Fades : The Plastik Demon Fades
Finger fades : Cubic Cherry Finger Fades black
Bubbles : Chicchica Bubbles
Belly piercing : Bubble tentacle piercing
Piercings : MELLOW Erin lip rings & Diamond stud
Aura : Witch Smoke Swirl & (not visible on pics) Triggered starlight Aura 2.0 Baby Blue
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