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My name for it because in roughly five miles it involves climbing St Catherine's Hill, visiting Winchester Cathedral and Abbey House and gardens (built on land once occupied by the Abbey of St Mary and St Edburga), walking through St Faith's Meadow and passing by The Hospital of St Cross and Almshouse of Noble Poverty. There can be few walks in England which cover such a vast amount of history in just five miles, not to mention an abundance of nature. Come walk with me and help me re-find my hiking feet.
I did this walk earlier last week when I wasn't sure I could manage the hill as well, but then returned two days later and did the walk in reverse so that the hill came first when I felt able to tackle it (only a pimple but sometimes that feels like a mountain) So these photos are taken on two different days but with the same mostly dull and cloudy weather.
The canal is on the St Catherine's Hill side of St Faith's Meadow but here on the other side the path falls between a trickling stream and what is left of the river when the canal has taken water. There is another part of the river flowing through the meadow which joins up later.
Above sheep that are used to graze this part of the meadow, plenty for them to eat but I wonder if they are suited to such long grass........
119 in 2019 #109
One of my friends came up on this piece a few months ago. It cost him more then a shiny nickel. It is hand painted on a piece of metal (originally used for print making). I am hoping that when he gets tired of this piece, he will give it to me.
Spotted in a friends apartment
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Sing Sing Prison New York Thanksgiving 1972...approximately 14 months later I would attend my first full blown paid concert at the infamous Winterland in San Francisco...a 17 year old pimple faced kid pressed against the stage totally in awe of the artists before me...
Malo, a young latin rock band out of the Mission District with Carlos Santana's brother Jorge on guitar opened followed by Copperhead with John Cippolina on lead guitar...then, the man who would forever be ingrained in my musical appreciation, Freddie King came out and just blew me away...and to close the night out, a young B.B. King tore it up...my poor legs kept saying, "enough already"...but it was all new to me and I was digging every minute of it...
A ever lasting empression on this young hood rat...the 3 guitarists from the top 3 bands on the bill have all left us but are still fresh in my mind...
So, once I was diagnosed with lukemia, I just knew I needed to compose a bucket list of places and things I've always wanted to see and do and right at the top was a musical adventure through 'south america', home of the Blues...
Plaza de la Repùblica - Monumento a la Revoluciòn (Mexico City)
Il Monumento a la Revoluciòn è un edifico degli anni '30 che commemora la rivoluzione messicana del 1910. Mi è sembrato, perdonate il paragone, una Défense ante-litteram.
Attorno al monumento c'è una grande piazza con una fontana, che ciclicamente attiva spruzzi d'acqua dal pavimento.
E' diventata così uno dei luoghi per il tempo libero preferiti dagli adolescenti (e non solo). Da soli, in coppia, con la loro compagnia, aspettano l'attivazione degli spruzzi, e quando sono terminati si distendono sul selciato per far asciugare i vestiti o per aspettare il prossimo giro...
The Monumento a la Revolución is a building of the 30s that commemorates the Mexican Revolution of 1910. It seemed to me, forgive the comparison, a... little Défense before its time.
Around the monument there is a big square with a fountain, which periodically activates water sprays from the floor.
Hence, it has become one of the preferred teen haunts. Alone, as a couple, with their company, they wait for the activation of the fountain and when the sprays finish, they relax on the pavement to dry clothes or wait for the next round ...
Some of the organ pipes in the wonderful Ludwigskirche in Darmstadt, Germany. The only source of light is a round window high up in the magnificent dome.
Large is best...
Get some organ goose-pimples here.
Posted for interest and a record, not for photogenic quality. This was one of the fungi I photographed when a group of us went to West Bragg Creek on 3 September 2016, to search for mushroom species. Afterwards, I got an e-mail asking if any of us had photographed this particular fungus, as it turns out that it was quite interesting. "This mushroom, looking like it is covered with algae, is a brother of the Lobster mushroom, thus a parasite; this one is Hypomyces luteovirens, Green Mushroom Pimple". Not sure I would have photographed it if I had found it somewhere on my own, and I wouldn't have pulled it : ) As it was, I rather reluctantly photographed it, as it really didn't look photogenic to me at all. Any confirmation or correction of ID would be greatly appreciated - thanks! If you look at this image in the larger size, you can see all the tiny green "pimples", if you are in the mood for looking at green pimples, ha.
"Fruit body a white then olive-green to dark green mold which produces dark green perithecia that project as small pimples. The mold covers the gills and stalk of lactarius and russula mushrooms. Habitat in woods on various species of russula and lactarius mushrooms. Common in wet weather wherever the host species are found, throughout many parts of North America."
www.rogersmushrooms.com/gallery/DisplayBlock~bid~6208.asp
"This species of Hypomyces is a parasite on various species of Russula. It is easily recognized by its yellow-green color. It seems less avid about its parasitism than some species of Hypomyces, and tends to cover only the upper stem and gills of the host mushroom, leaving it fairly recognizable. Parasitic on various species of Russula, which have diverse habitats; widely distributed in North America. Fruit Body is a powdery, mold-like covering over the gills and stem of the host; yellow to yellowish green." From MushroomExpert.com., which is an excellent website.
www.mushroomexpert.com/hypomyces_luteovirens.html
On 3 September 2016, we had a fungi morning, which was quite rewarding and definitely fun. Our leader and friend, Karel, is very knowledgeable about fungi and he took 14 of us (plus Karel's two beautiful Beagles) on a foray to West Bragg Creek, maybe an hour's drive west of the city. We had been here a few times over the years, either looking for fungi or on botany outings.
Photographing our findings usually means that I am way at the back of the group or have fallen back with a friend or two. Consequently, the mushrooms have often already been plucked/cut by the time we catch up to the rest of the participants. I also miss a lot of what is being said about IDs and details. It would take far too long to write down the name of each find - each photo taken would have to be carefully numbered so that the right name could be attached and this would be such a hassle when out with a group. Since this outing, Karel has sent an email containing several photos along with IDs. The rest of my photos will have to be just nameless 'pretty pictures' : ) I must add here that any IDs that I give are always tentative. Another thing to add is that I never, ever pick and eat wild mushrooms!! Too many look similar, some edible, others poisonous. If you are not a fungi expert, never take the risk of eating any of them.
I met up with friend, Sandy, at 8:15 am and she drove us out to the meeting place. Our morning walk started off by going across the small bridge not far from the parking lot, then part way up the hill and then bush-whacking our way through the forest. This walk, which ended around lunch time, was the main one, but we did stop at a small, gravel parking area a few minutes along the main road, to do a second walk to check for any different mushrooms. This extra walk has yielded a few beauties in past years. Perhaps the most interesting find was a very small twig that had several tiny, turquoise coloured fungi cups on it. The colour looks so out of place in a natural area. My photos of them did not turn out very well, but I did post one of them recently, just for the very unusual colour.
From here, a few of us stopped at the Cinnamon Spoon cafe in Bragg Creek for lunch. Always a most enjoyable way to finish any outing. Before we climbed into the car for our return drive to Calgary, Sandy and I wandered into the beautiful Art Gallery next door but one, owned and run by Bob and Candy Cook. Named Branded Visuals Inc.(Printing Services/Wildlife Gallery), this small store is overflowing with Bob's absolutely amazing photographic works of art. Thanks so much, Bob and Candy, for remembering our chance meeting a number of years ago, down in Fish Creek Park, and for your overly generous words about my own photography.
www.brandedvisuals.com/index.html
Thanks so much, Karel, for giving us a great morning! We really appreciate your passing on your knowledge to us. The same thanks go to Suzanne, the mushroom specialist in Calgary. Sandy, really appreciate the ride there and back!
Spring is beautiful! Day by day is more green around and more flowers are blooming :)
Anemone hepatica or common hepatica (Hepatica nobilis) is a herbaceous perennial growing from a rhizome in the buttercup family (Ranunculaceae), native to woodland in temperate regions of the Northern Hemisphere. It is found in the woods, thickets and meadows, especially in the mountains of continental Europe. In many countries Anemone hepatica is grown as an ornamental plant, where it is appreciated because of effective flowers and early blooming. It is used in rock gardens or in forest-based parks. Medieval herbalists believed it could be used to treat liver diseases, and is still used in alternative medicine today. Other modern applications by herbalists include treatments for pimples, bronchitis and gout.
Our Daily Challenge - theme: "Discoveries"
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Nie ma to jak wiosna! Z każdym dniem jest bardziej zielono i coraz więcej kwiatów rozkwita :)
Przylaszczka pospolita (Hepatica nobilis) – gatunek rośliny wieloletniej z rodziny jaskrowatych. Występuje na terenie niemal całej Europy oraz na Dalekim Wschodzie. W Polsce należy do dość rozpowszechnionych gatunków w żyznych lasach liściastych i tylko lokalnie jest rzadsza lub całkiem jej brak. W wielu krajach jest uprawiana jako roślina ozdobna, przy czym ceniona jest ze względu na efektowne kwiaty, wczesne kwitnienie, dekoracyjne ulistnienie, bardzo dużą cienioznośność i odporność na inne niekorzystne warunki środowiska, a także z powodu długowieczności. Stosowana w ogrodach skalnych lub w założeniach parkowych o charakterze leśnym. W przeszłości przylaszczka znana była i ceniona jako roślina lecznicza. Współcześnie nie jest już stosowana jako taka z powodu odkrycia właściwości toksycznych. Esencje z przylaszczki używane są w homeopatii. Dla ochrony dzikich populacji w Polsce przed zrywaniem kwiatów i wykopywaniem roślin, przylaszczka objęta była do 2014 roku ochroną gatunkową.
Ok, so I am toying with an Star Destroyer, and regardless of final scale, there is a problem to solve: proportions.
On the right you have outlines or properly scaled ship - in fact the very model used to film movie shots, and both of my versions pasted for comparision. The right one has ugly studs, but is much more similar to the original in shape, and then the left one is overall nicier but it really seems too narrow.
Which option would you chose?
Call Dr. Pimple Popper! This is a ball on our front yard light post. Zoom in to see the ice crystals on top or the webbing on the bottom. Macro shot focus stacked from nine images.
Damien is my lastest skin men for Catwa. This time i wanted give him a teen or young adult appearence with some pimples on his face. I just love him hope you will too :)
Shown on Skell Catwa, shape for this head included.
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Every pore, pimple, bump, lines in my hands, scars on my face, bags under my eyes, every hair follicle gray and black morphs into a DNA road map of my life. You can pull out my GPS if you like, and study it to find out where I’ve been, where I am and also where I’m headed. Am I that old man contemplating my final steps of my journey? Or, am I that curious & adventurous fetus in my 3rd trimester slowly working my way down the universe’s birth canal preparing to transcend! ~ Kevin McField Sr.
Peitlerkofel at sunrise - One of my favorite formations, I am overwhelmed by this beauty every time.
There were a number of these phyllidiella nudibranchs (there are several species) like this pimpled phyllidiella. They were so common, found in groups of 2's and 3's, that I eventually stopped shooting them.
The King Vulture (Sarcoramphus Papa) is the most strikingly colored of the New World vultures.
It is native to tropical lowland forests; its range extends from southern Mexico to southern Argentina, and it can be found at heights up to up to 1200 m.
The King Vulture has a yellow fleshy crest (wattle) on its bill, and the bare skin of its head is yellow and red. Its plumage is black and grey, but it has pink and yellow tinges. The eyes are straw-coloured in the adult. It is about 80 cm long.
In terms of behavior, King Vultures are typical vultures. They feed on carrion, and soar looking for prey, but may also use olfaction to help locate it. At a carcass, the King Vulture is dominant over other species, but its greater strength means that it will often open carcasses that others are then able to exploit.
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This is a weekday after work joint with my bro big Pase in da south boogie. Couple hours hea and there just to kill the paint cravings. Lol. Gotta do it like that sometimes. Just doing what I love to do. Pintando.4Burners... Bronx Team....
I took this on a Studio night Trying to get more confident taking photos of people. This models name is Amy Potter .
I will add the following also regarding processing I have only removed two very slight imperfections on photo little pimple other wise I turned it into B&W and this as I took it .
==Arkham Asylum: Guard Quarters==
"Let me see! Let me see!"
“Careful, you’re crumpling them!”
"Ooh, such wonderful emotions! Delicious, frozen expressions!"
Abner Krill’s face was pressed against the microwave, like a child’s at the zoo’s red panda exhibit, as he waited for his cocoa to be ready; the room was small, modest, and utilitarian, which had suited the Asylum Guards just fine in the past. Hayden and Billings had cornered their newest member, Mister Camera, and were clearly enjoying themselves as they perused through the shoebox he’d retrieved from the 'Bug House.' The microwave pinged, and Krill removed the steaming mug from inside.
Billings had spotted a particularly erotic photo from the pile and grabbed it, bearing a crooked smile as he rubbed his thumb across the edge. "My my, is that lace? That naughty little bug girl… Rather nicely composed too...”
Krill snorted from the sidelines, as he stirred a sixth spoonful of sugar into his hot cocoa. "You don't know dick about composition, you peg legged twat."
"I'm a filmmaker, Krill, an auteur, I picked up a few things,” Billings replied condescendingly.
"Mm. About filmmaking or alcoholism? 'Cause, didn't it bomb? Like, bomb so bad the suits sent you to rehab? Twice."
Billings spun around, photo still in hand. "Now, you listen here, you pimpled prat! That was entirely out of my hands!" he scowled, his face turning a deep scarlet. "The Society completely dicked me over! Class A censorship from small-nubbed pricks! If I was allowed to tell my vision-!"
"Stop it! You're dribbling alcohol onto them!" Sims clutched Billings arm, protecting his precious photos from Spellbinder’s spit.
The squeak of rubber on metal broke up the argument. The crackle of lightning kept it that way. Crane sat in the doorway, two tired, mismatched eyes and a downturned mouth peeking out from behind his burlap mask; Zoom stood behind him, fists balled. "Cease your juvenile ogling, you primitive pack of apes, you all have work to do," Crane chastised the group. They didn’t need to be told a second time; Sims exited first, carrying the shoebox under his arm; then Hayden, kicking the ground defiantly; Billings shuffled away last, wiping the rim of his flask with his cuff.
Zoom however, stayed rooted to the spot, his blurred gaze fixed on Krill. Crane stared at him suspiciously, then wheeled himself away.
"Yeah?" Krill eyed the Speedster expectantly, slurping his hot chocolate from an Arkham-Branded mug.
“I haaaaaaaaavea job foryooooooouuuuuuuu,” Zoom slurred. “Offthe record.”
Krill smirked back, a greedy glint in his eyes. "Will it pay?"
"Ohyes."
==GCPD==
A group of four entered the GCPD; security was lax as of late; with so many dead and even more injured, it was easy for Chuck, Gar, Joey and Bridget to slip in through the roof; Chuck went on ahead to check out the interrogation room and gather clues while the three pyros lingered by the cell block. Confused, Joey looked at Ted Carson, still held behind iron bars.
"Joker didn't want him?" he whispered to Gar, conscious not to upset Bridget.
"Would you?" Gar answered back coldly.
“Laugh it up, Bug Boys,” Carson growled at the duo. “I’ll get outta here, and I’ll kill you all.”
“Hn. And I thought some time to yourself would give you space to reflect,” Gar stared at him, flicking his lighter shut. “Guess I figured wrong.”
“Ah, but it did. ‘Cause now I know what to do. No more schemes. No more plans. No more lousy, two-faced partners. I’m just gonna burn it all down.”
Gar’s brow shifted slightly. “Good luck with that,” he scoffed, stepping aside. As he did so, Carson finally noticed his daughter. His jaw slackened, his eyes narrowed, his puffed-out chest deflated, at the sight of this final, crushing betrayal.
"Bridget?" he choked, struggling to process her presence.
Bridget fidgeted with her hands, avoiding her father’s gaze. "Dad..." she began to defend herself, but nothing came out. It probably wouldn’t have made a difference anyway.
"You're with them now, is that it?” Carson scowled. "Figures.”
Gar exhaled, stepping back in front of Bridget defensively. "You, are an idiot,” he remarked. “A big, shiny, Megazord of an idiot."
"Careful," Carson warned.
"Oh, please! If you were any sort of a husband or father, if you ever cared for your wife, for Bridget; for Jumbo for crying out loud, you'd have gone back to your family as soon as you'd woken up, when you were resurrected that very first time. Or the second time. Or the third. Or the fourth. But no, you just had to get revenge on your killer, on a drunk fuckin' driver, no matter what! You couldn't let it go that the great "Ted Carson" got punted 100 yards by Killer Moth in his bright purple Mothmobile. If that were me, if I had died, and somehow, through divine, demonic or whatever that crap was, intervention, I'd run back to my apartment, I would hold my little girl in my arms, and I would not let go. But look at you! You! You let yourself get so fucking consumed by vengeance that you let it all slip away.
Drury didn’t ruin your life. He didn’t destroy your family. By the way, he didn’t put you in Arkham either. You did that all on your own."
Finished, Gar stormed off, Joey in pursuit. Yet, despite every fibre of her being telling her not to, Bridget lingered by the door to her dad’s cell.
“Go on then,” Carson growled. “Run back to ‘daddy.’”
But Bridget didn’t. She couldn’t. Despite everything he’d said and done, despite her newfound loyalty to the Misfits…
He was still her father.
~-~
Chuck knelt beside an upturned table in the interrogation room, peeling off a scrap from an orange jumpsuit that had been caught on the edge. ‘Drury…’ he lamented quietly. Amongst the glass, and the trails of dried blood, he found something else; a single Joker card pinned to a sheet of A5 paper. The door behind him opened, signifying Gar and Joey’s arrival.
“Anything?” Gar asked, not expecting a whole lot.
"Looks like he left a note,” Chuck replied, noticing some writing on the back.
“What's it say?” Joey inquired.
Chuck cleared his throat, and began to read: "225g plain flour, two teaspoons bicarbonate of soda, ground ginger, a pinch of cinnamon, 75g unsalted butter, 100g soft brown sugar and 100g golden syrup. To decorate: one bar of dark chocolate, finely grated."
"I- I think it's a shopping list."
~-~
The group walked back the way they came, despondent over their lack of leads. Carson remained in his cell, but something had changed in his demeanour, an underlying quiet malice. Dragging behind, a voice called out to Chuck from the cell diagonal Carson’s. A cold, refined voice that Chuck had hoped he’d heard the last of:
"Charlie?"
Chuck turned around: Julian was standing by the bars, a quizzical expression on his face.
“You look healthy,” Chuck replied, perhaps a little more venomously than he had intended.
“Your poison has worked its' way out of my system, yes. As you can see, the GCPD is rather short staffed at the moment,” Julian observed, a slight, malicious smile on his face.
“That ‘poison’ is meant to help you, Julian,” Chuck responded. “You’re sick.”
“Yes, of oh so many things… You never understood Diaxymine, Charlie. It’s not a solution, it doesn’t suppress my darker half and worse impulses. It never did. It’s a flood. Drowning me in remorse. Burying me in sorrow and pity and regret. Is this how it is for you? For the Misfits? Knowing that despite how hard you try to better yourself, the things you’ve done, those terrible terrible things will stick with you, forever.”
“Yes.”
“How can you bear it?” Julian inquired, in a tone that revealed an underlying pain.
“By trying my hardest, doing the best I can.”
“Then surely, you understand why I tried to free you from that burden? From that pain? To escape from that baggage and be your truest self?” Julian asked softly.
Chuck took a step towards the exit and opened it. “No,” he called back. “And I never will.”
==<???>==
Emerging from a kaleidoscopic vortex, Krill and his charge stepped forward onto weightless ground, only to be hit by a blinding wave of white light; They were standing in a void of white clouds, lit up by bolts of coloured lightning. The only sounds were the faint rumblings of thunder in the distance. Krill lowered his goggles over his eyes and began scanning for signs of life. "Thought you said this place was a prison?" he squinted.
Zoom looked out at the howling wilderness. "Itis."
Krill frowned. It didn't look like a prison. It looked like Cloud Cuckoo Land, and Zoom’s non-committal responses weren’t helping matters. He peeled a dot off his chest, and hurled into in the endless void, hoping it could find something his scanners couldn’t. They were standing in something elemental; Krill knew that much. Something ancient. Something ethereal.
Something wrong.
As they walked (that's right, walked not ran), something changed in the air, the fluffy white clouds all around them turned grey, as though they were travelling into a hurricane of swirling wind. The sounds of thunder overhead became louder. The lightning changed too, gone was the rainbow of colours, only one hue remained, angrier, more aggressive than the rest: Red.
And the further they walked; the more anxious Krill became. "Where are we? What... what have you done?" he asked, uncharacteristically uncertain. Shaken.
"Zoom. Where are we?" he asked again.
"Thislesson isbeyondme. Ineed someone toshow me the way,” Zoom whispered quietly, merely raising more unsettling questions.
"WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU TAKEN ME?!" Krill bellowed, his entire body quaking; tiny globs of spittle flew out of his mouth and landed on Zoom's face. He ripped two dots off his shoulders and pointed them at Zoom’s face, both glowing with neon energy.
"Iwould nooooooot do thaaaaat ifiwere youuuuuuuuuu,” Zoom wagged his finger back and forth.
"Yeah? Why the hell not?" Krill demanded, his eyes bulging.
"Youuuuuuuuuuuuu'll unsettle the wraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiths."
Krill’s arm fell by his side, the energy dissipating from his fists. Realisation had set in, and grovelling even quicker. "Oh... Oh, God. I... I was loyal. Didn't betray you, didn't tell Bats or the Kite-Man shit. You don't... You don't have to do this. Please, don't do this."
Zoom cocked his head to one side, a motion that could almost be described as pity. "Youmisunderstand, Aaaaaaaaabneeeeeer. Thisis not apunishment. Thisisa leeeeeeeesssoooooooon."
"Lesson." A word that anyone who had ever been on Zoom's receiving end had learned to fear. But Krill wouldn't stick around for the demonstration, he reached for the dial on his belt, and then a final, gut-wrenching twist of the knife: The belt was gone.
As Krill struggled to reconcile what had happened, Zoom raised his hand, and his heart beat even faster than before: all his hopes of escape vanished at once. Dangling from Zoom’s wrist was his red belt. Krill had never even noticed he'd taken it. Zoom’s syllabus was at last revealed with one haunting phrase: "Suuuuuuuuuuuuurvival ofthe fittest."
"No. Please. I'm not like the rest of the psychotic grunts who lube themselves up over LiveLeaks or nuke cities for jollies," Krill chuckled nervously, sweat across his pimpled brow. "I'm... I'm like you."
Before Zolomon could answer, a third voice broke through the fog; calm, arrogant, evil. "Oh, Abner, I don't think we're alike at all.”
“Quite the reverse, actually."
Krill tried to offer a pitiful rebuttal, but it was too late: Lightning bolts wrapped around his wrists like manacles, dragging him deeper into the void, his corporeal form fading, then for a moment: silence.
The Storm had accepted Zoom's offering. And then all at once, red lightning shot down on the spot Krill had been standing prior, forming a yellow silhouette. "In academic circles, this is what we'd call a 'teaching moment,' Mr Krill,” the figure smiled, his image becoming clearer; he looked like Zolomon but his uniform was a brighter yellow, his build was leaner, his red irises were exposed, and he was smiling. The Professor, was in.
“Class dismissed.”
Zolomon offered his mentor Krill’s belt; the device clicked as Thawne fastened it around his waist; a portal opened, but more destructively than before; without its true master, the circular vortex was jagged, unstable. But the Reverse-Flashes didn't need long. Faster than you could blink, they were gone; and the portal folded in on itself, leaving the Speedforce quiet once more.
==Keystone City. West Residence==
Wally West closed the door to his daughter Irey’s bedroom, then sped downstairs, yellow lightning trailing after him. His wife Linda was on the sofa, who, upon spying him, raised a bottle of non-alcoholic wine off the coffee table.
“Kids asleep?” she asked slyly.
“Yep,” Wally smirked; in an instant, he was sitting beside her on the sofa. He held up a glass and she began to trickle wine into it.
“Merry Christmas, Mr West,” she kissed him on the cheek.
“Merry Christmas, Mrs Park,” he smiled back cheekily, reciprocating with a longer smooch on the lips.
Then suddenly, Wally stumbled back, clutching his head as images flooded his head. The glass hit the floor, shattering on impact, and staining the floor a blood red.
"Wally? You OK?" Linda knelt beside him, placing her arm around him comfortingly.
"I... I don't know."
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Carnival makeup: Loertis
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Ok ok sono tornato, sono laureato e sì, come molti di voi hanno saputo qua e là, ho preso quel bel voto lì. Ora avrò più tempo per sviluppare progetti tutti miei! Ma prima dovrò ovviamente rispendere alle mail che mi avete mandato e flickerare un pò. +_+
Ok, ok, I'm back, I'm graduated and yes - as many of you knew it from various sources, I had that "very good" grade. Now I have more time to develop some projects of mine! As soon as possible I'll answer to all those mail you sent me, and flickr around a bit. +_+
“What is the point? We assume that every time we do anything we know what the consequences will be, i.e., more or less what we intend them to be. This is not only not always correct. It is wildly, crazily, stupidly, cross-eyed-blithering-insectly wrong!”
― Douglas Adams, The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide
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