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.....I'm a bit irritated at the flickrverse today. I woke up to an email telling me my Entire Account has been set as Restricted. Not even Moderate. Full on unsafe evil.
The thing is, I moderate all of my photos with darkened or shadowie parts, and have made a recent effort to frame and hide so I don't have to restrict access. I'm down to about a flaggable photo a week or two......so if anything slipped through my radar, it would be one stray photo every several weeks or months, in the midst of silly smiles and stuffed animals.
I've been having the dark sort of fun, going through my images, and picking the silliest and most innocent and going, "This is porn. ....This is porn. .....Yup. This is porn....."
I filed my complaint, and sure enough, within an hour my account was restored (thank you! speedy flickr gods....). ...The only flickr-moderated image being a 100-image mosaic, where each image is about 40 pixels high.
So basically? My account is getting repeatedly flagged for unobjectionable content....and classified with a level of restriction so harsh, I prefer not to include it in my own safesearch filters. Which is to say, if I were on my own friendslist? I would be completely oblivious to the photos other-me was posting. Filthy by my own standards.
I have a couple of paranoid theories about who would be flagging my images without reason.... The most disturbing possibility is that I'm being flagged by strangers for lesbian content. A kiss is just a kiss, people, no matter how equally soft the lips. Stop hating me for loving her.
"Sailor, you Sir stand relieved. We have the watch." - The Watch, Annoymous
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Today we celebrated the life of a beautiful man, his chapter on this Earth has ended and he's off to his next big adventure, his energy still buzzing through the air around us.
He was a wonderful man, and I'll miss seeing him around when I visit my Grandparents. Always a story to tell and a hint of sarcasm to his step. He was clever and all around a good person who bettered others just by knowing him.
True beauty is rare in this world, and he was one of those rarities. I am glad to have had the chance to know and love him.
Sailor, you Sir stand relieved. We have the watch.
RIP Doug. You are loved.
Hope everyone has had a good day.
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Social Club at Fire Company
Reiffton, Pennsylvania
And for the irony impaired: The primary goal of a fire department is to save lives!
Week 04: Your Other Hobby
A little sarcasm here as it's not a fun hobby but it sure does feel like I have been doing more of this lately than shooting my camera. Always great to spend some quality time with Dad. The snow banks are crazy. I measured it today at just over 10 feet. I hope they do snow removal soon. It's not even February yet ahhhhhh
have a great week friends
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Because it looks so terrible here right? (sarcasm)
So my photo yesterday seems to have drawn a lot of attention from the American Red Cross. I've got a few messages and it is featured in their blog and soon to be used for their advertising. Looks like I might become a face (or finger hehe) for the Red Cross. Very cool.
I have been wanting to leave for a while though. I would love to be able to go travel with an organization doing relief/missions work if they would cover the costs. If I could get on doing photography that would be a huge plus.
Things I learned today:
Windshields can ice up when it's well over freezing.
Vlog - youtu.be/3uFen9rHAvg
Collies Ledge , Sgurr Alisdair to Sgur Mhic Coinnich
A family holiday in Skye which I was really looking forward to and the first two days were looking superb (weather wise)- how could I resist the pull of my favourite place in the whole wide world – The Black Cuillin??? With family commitments and trying not to lose any brownie points, I set the alarm at 4am, sound in the knowledge that the rest of the family wouldn’t surface till well after 9!! In fact I hoped they wouldn’t know I was gone until at least mid morning!!;) Which would then give me time to get back soon after as if I hadn’t been away at all !! (Please read last bit with a sprinkling of sarcasm ;)).
After arriving at our home for the week, I set about getting my gear ready and I was ready for the off early on the Monday morning….
4am and porridge and coffee were consumed and then a drive into the sunrise with some of the most majestic scenery in the world. To add to my delight the first thing I saw as I left the car was an otter crossing the garden , this was followed by the skies glowing pink, then orange as the sun rose before the hour hand hit 5am. I was finding it hard not to stop at every layby to take photos, but I eventually got round and down to a quiet (a rarity in the summer) Glen Brittle for about 05.30am. The Cuillin were inviting me up and I had a right good spring in my step. My original objective was a quick blast up The Great Stone Chute an back again to allow me to get back mid morning, however if things were looking good (they were!) I wanted to visit Collies Ledge again and then head up Sgurr Mhic Coinnich. The last time I had been on these peaks was on a traverse of the ridge 14 years previously and I have vivid memories of Collies Ledge which I wanted to relive today
The path up to Coire Lagan is well made and the Cuillin dominate the view, with Rum and Eigg taking second place;) Arriving in Coire Lagan the lovely lochan awaited and I stopped for a while on the slab of rock that sits on its crest and admired the views back down to the beach . However, I was only delaying the inevitable, that being the brutish ascent that was awaiting me. The Great Stone Chute is easily identified and just about takes you to the top of Sgurr Alasdair, I was expecting this ascent to be brutal, and it didn’t disappoint! Foot placements were key and I must admit the walking poles really helped (I was doubtful if they would’ve helped). After a good old slog, I eventually reached the Bealach. The sun was starting to light up Coire Lagan behind me which gave great views, but as I crested the bealach the panorama of the southern Cuillin with the mainland mountains as a back drop was spectacular! What a sight. It was around 07.30ish now and after gawking at the views I had the short scramble to the top of Sgurr Alasdair (involved a short balancey section!). It was fun though and soon I was perched on the highest point in Skye with the ridge stretching out before me ! I’d like to say I had the place to myself but before long I spotted a group of three climbers coming over from Sgurr Dubh Mor. It was amazing and I sat on the summit for about 30 minutes before moving on – the climbers I had seen hadn’t arrived by the time I left the summit but they would soon catch me up.
Descending back to the bealach and I decided that I would descend down the Great Stone Chute and traverse across the face of Sgurr Thearlaich to gain access to Collies Ledge. When we did the traverse, 14 year ago, we had come over Surr Thearaich to get to Collies Ledge but this involved some grade 3 scrambling, down the face and being on my lonesome, I decided on this slightly easier route today.
Once about a third down the Chute I found a slight path heading off north and traversing the rocky face. The poles were put away as to get to the Bealach Thearlaich involved some easy (grade 1) scrambling. I found a gully leading to the bealach and scrambled up. At this point I could hear voices very close and eventually spotted the three climbers descending Sgurr Thearaich. They were very close to me and I expected them to appear at the bealach at the same time I arrived but when arrived I couldn’t see them although I could still hear them. Next was the highlight of the hike – Collies Ledge. To ascend it from the bealach you follow the polished rock round to the right and a couple of scrambling moves up see you at the start of the airy traverse.
From this point , Collies Ledge didn’t disappoint! The airy traverse is a sheer joy. Nothing technically demanding but the exposure to your left is immense. At points I had both hands on the rock to my right with gapping drops looming below me, but saying that if you are ok with heights this is a few hundred metres to enjoy – absolutely stunning
I eventually reached the end of the traverse and soon the going was vertical again. At this point the three climbers had caught me up and I let them pass as it turned out they were doing the ridge traverse. They were moving well and at speed – hope they made it safely to the end of the ridge
Once you reach the crest of Sgurr Mhic Coinnichs ridge there is scrambling all the way to the summit. At points the exposure is almost greater than when on Collies Ledge as the drops are now on both sides. A head for heights is a definite requirement here! However I was soon on the summit and the chaps had passed and were quickly descending – heading for the Inn Pinn and Sgurr Dearg. Me on the other hand , well I was in no rush and I enjoyed another 45 minutes on this airy perch, enjoying the views and solitude. It was now about 9 am.
More filming and photos were taken and now I had to descend. I knew that more scrambling was required as I descended the same route I had just ascended. Beyond this however, more down climbing and scrambling moves are required before reaching the flat area above the An Stac Screes. After a wee bit of route finding on the descent (there are lots of ways down through the large boulders – some easier than others!) I eventually reached the flat area and sat and had a third breakfast before getting the poles out again for the scree descent.
Having done my research I knew I had to find the correct line for the descent, which wasn’t too bad as the weather was clear, I had noted this point on the way down from Sgurr Mhic Coinnich. The top of the descent is steep and loose and I was grateful for having poles, but once on the actually scree run, the going was slow but nice , his time having gravity on my side (unlike the ascent of The Great Stone Chute!
Before long and I was again in the magnificent amphitheatre of Coire Lagan. I sat down and relaxed. The helmet was replaced with my hat and I soaked in the views in the knowledge that I could just about start to relax! The path out was now the only obstacle and I headed down passing many , many people who were taking a walk on the fine, warm and sunny morning.
An hour after reaching the car (and driving past the busiest locations I’ve seen for years – Fairy Pools and Sligachan!), I eventually got home at lunchtime. A few brownie points were lost but not enough to stop another quick Cuillin blast later in the week (stay tuned!;))
Thank goodness the U.S. Senate is working overtime to give these people some tax relief.
“Politicians and diapers must be changed often, and for the same reason." -Mark Twain
This is Max aka "Maxtor" aka "Max Attacks" I call him (sarcasm) he is my good friends dog rescued from a shelter and an abusive owner at one year old. He is a work in progress. He has severe trust issues and does a 180 without the new owner around, even though he knows me so well. I am trying to work with him but have tried everything. Not sure what else to do...
Shot with A7R + Isco Gottingen 80mm F2 Movie Theatre projector lens.
Now-a-days, Most of the women who wear such Burqa in Bangladesh wear it willingly.
I wonder, when the world is progressing so rapidly , why they choose the backdated and barbaric Islamic tradition?
Sarcasm ...!
We dont need no education.
We dont need no thought control.
No dark sarcasm in the classroom.
Teacher, leave those kids alone.
Hey, teacher, leave those kids alone!
All in all its just another brick in the wall.
All in all youre just another brick in the wall.
Pink Floyd
..... no hay manera de que un Camello gire en una placa. Murcia es también una reserva diésel dependiente del depósito de Valencia, y allí podemos ver de todo. Pudimos, quise decir....
Y una de las cosas que la distinguen es la presencia (aún) de este puente giratorio. Derribada su rotonda en los años 70 debido a su ruinoso estado, en torno a este puente se han reunido todo tipo de bichos diesel que a Murcia han llegado. Hice un par de fotos de todo esto poblado, y había mucho uso. Los 592 no caben en el puente, pero pasan a su través como si tal cosa. Con un poco de gimnasia, rodarían.....
El 303 que vemos a la izquierda se gira de espaldas para no ver la que se va a liar. Ignoro si hoy día aún funciona esto, pero con las vueltas que da la vida no creo que tenga mucho uso. En todo caso, es digno de encomio el empeño que algunos ponen en hacer maniobras imposibles.....(mode sarcasmo off)
Y atentos a la señal de "parada momentánea", más rara de ver hoy día que el pasar un camello por el ojo de una aguja, digo de una placa.... [592.063/064, Murcia del Carmen, 8/12/1986]
Mabel is not without her sarcasms! Mabel is 10 years old, and I love her dearly, but when she met my husband 8 years ago, it was love at first sight. She is a daddy's girl!
Hugs and thanks for viewing! =o)
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I had a quilt made of old t-shirts done through Project Repat and gave it to my daughter for her birthday last week. Some of the t-shirts in it were ones that I had not worn in a long time. And some, like this one, were bought in thrift stores. When my daughter saw this, she reminded me that she had one just like this that she worn all through middle school. I had totally forgotten about her old t-shirt when I bought this one at the thrift shop!
Unoriginal name, I know, but I'm too lazy to think of anything else. WisrthanU wanted a close up of what I presume to be the Gunblade V2, and I couldn't resist making a small vignette to go with it :P
“Every one says forgiveness is a lovely idea, until they have something to forgive.”
C.S. Lewis
Sorry for the sarcasm dear contacts !
Something keeps bugging me ... I dont feel good.
No me he podido resistir a la tentación de colgar una foto del concierto de Roger Waters, tocando íntegro el The Wall de Pink Floyd, anoche en Madrid....
I could not resist the temptation to add a photo from Roger Water´s concert in Madrid, playing The Wall live...
Booom dia!
Prosseguindo com o meu Desafio 12 Meses, 12 Esmaltes 2015 , eis minha décima-primeira mani, a que seria de Novembro. Uhulles só falta uma!
Esse tipo de gritti td coloridinho sempre me encanta, mas tbm sempre me deixa na dúvida sobre qual melhor tom de base para usar. Daí que buscando idéias, vi esta aqui da Dayane e não tive dúvidas, ia ~cupiá~ pois o branco destacou tuuttinho...rsrsr
Eu sempre sofro pra esmaltar com branco e depois d ver a propaganda do Branco Absoluto da Avon, viu Adri, resolvi comprar e ó gente, melhor branco da vida! Tanto que me possibilitou copiar a mani e pagar mais uma vez a Tag Copiei porque Gostei!
Aí tem:
1xbase verde risqué
2x Branco Absoluto - Avon. Sim, fecha com uma se vc for mais habilidosa e souber calcular melhor o peso da mão...rsrsrs
2X Sarcasm - PL
e finalizei com tc da colorama para variar.
Bjoooos
"So what's the plan, oh fearless leader?" Harry asks me, as we all swing towards the Inheritors.
"Well, I'm guessing wooden stakes don't work on them, and there's not much in the way of direct sunlight in this place, so I'm not really sure."
Ghost-Spider: "So we're facing them without a plan.. That's just great." Her voice, reeked with sarcasm.
"Hey, I'm open to suggestions! Haven't had time to think of one, before getting portaled right to them!" I say, webbing one of vampires up, before he quickly breaks out of it. Ghost-Spider, and Spider-Cop are teaming up on one of the Inheritors, while the rest are taking on the others. Ghost Spider and Spider-Cop are working surprisingly well together, being almost in sync. Superior Spider-Girls uses her mechanical arms to throw herself at one of them, trying to stab her with said arms. No one else dies.. That's what I kept telling myself. Too many deaths for one lifetime. There's not much I can do however, as I'm pretty tied up right now fighting one of the others.
"So what's your name?" I ask the one that I'm leaping around, trying to find the right opportunity to strike. It's then that my spider sense goes off, as a different Inheritor goes to grab my leg. Webbing their hand to the ground, I keep on the move, using a combination of web swinging, and flipping over others. The fight goes on, with each side taking major hits. Spider-Cop looks like he's about to pass out, but that's mostly due to him throwing himself in the way of any hit Ghost Spider would've taken.
"Karn." He says, looking at me, expression less, as he tries stabbing me with his Bident. Unlike the rest of his brothers and sisters, he is quite calm about the situation, but is somewhat hesitant in hitting me.
"Well, Karn, I'll be taking this.." I say, yanking the Bident from his hand, smacking him square in the face with it, before leaping off him. Two of the Inheritors, that look to be twins, seem to be making this a game, trying to one up the other.
Bora: "Are we having fun yet, dear brother?" The female twin asks, as she leaps after Spinneret, with knives drawn.
Brix: "Why wouldn't I be, Bora? After all, I am currently winning!" The male twin replies, as he throws Harry into me with his whip.
"Owh." I groan, as I try to get up. Harry's back up rather quickly, going back to fight the male twin. The Inheritor facing Spider-Girl rips her bandana off while his other hand punches her repeatedly. Without the bandana, it's easy to tell, that Spider-Girl is my sister, Teresa.
"T-SPIDER-GIRL!" I yell, swing kicking into the Inheritor that's punching her. He stumbles back a few steps, as I dodge the incoming attacks from other nearby Inheritors.
"I-I'm fine.." Spider-Girl manages to say, as she struggles to stand upright.
Daemos: "You're a fool if you truly believe you can beat us. As the eldest of the family, I'll show you the error of your ways." He brings his hammer overhead to try and hit me. Still having the Bident, I use it to grab the hilt of the hammer, throwing it away from him. As he dives towards it, Superior Spider-Girl tosses it to Harry, who uses it to hit the male twin, sending him flying into his sister. My spider-sense starts tingling, as Karn's back for more, prying the Bident from my hands.
"You're better than this Karn. You don't have to do this." I say, trying to reason with him.
"I have to.. It's the only way to make up for what I've done. Our parents, dead, because of me." Karn hesitates once more, not putting the full force into his punch.
"Look, I don't know what happened, and I'm not going to pretend that I do. But I get what you're feeling. I've lived with that guilt for a long time.. Of losing a family member, thinking that it's all your fault. That if you were smarter, it could've been avoided. But it's not too late, to make the right choice now. Your family, is trying to kill millions of people, and you don't want that. Otherwise, you would've already killed me."
"I-only wanted to create things, not destroy them.. But when I failed my family, there was no way out. I had to be like them, to atone for my past mistakes."
"You don't have to do that anymore. There's always another way. So please.. Help us."
"... O-kay. But what you're doing won't work. There's only one thing that can stop us." He whispers something else into my ear, something about radiation being the key, and that he's heard of Earth 3145, a radioactive Earth. As I'm talking to Karn, there's a scream. Turning around, to a truly horrifying sight. Superior Spider-Girl, getting impaled with her own mechanical arms. Spider-Cop collapses, after taking one too many slashes to the chest, protecting Ghost Spider, even though it costed him his life. I fall down to my knees, my head lowering. I don't know why I thought this would be any different. Got Karn on our side, but it's too late.
"Get up. There's still time to save everyone else." Teresa says, weakly. Picking myself back up, as yet another portal opens up. One after the other, more Spiders come.
"Sorry we're late. Just got the Master Weaver's SOS a few minutes ago." One of the new additions says, before joining in the fight. This gives me, and Karn, opportunity to search for a gateway to this radiation infested world, as he still has the transversal device. The tide is changing in our favour, as thousands of Spider men, women, and animals come to our aid. You can see the Inheritors getting worn down. Finally, after a few minutes of calibrations, me and Karn open the gateway.
"Now's the time! Everyone, get them inside!" Karn yells, raising his Bident into the air.
Daemos: "Filthy traitor! To think there was a time I was actually jealous of you." One of the other Inheritors says, as he swings his hammer at Karn. With a web line, I'm able to yank the hammer away from him once more. Harry's getting some punches in on the male twin, making him stumble closer to the open portal. Hundreds sacrifice themselves to give us the opportunity to stop the Inheritors permanently.
"LET'S GO!!" Harry shouts triumphantly, as we make one last push, web kicking, and throwing the Inheritors with every last bit of strength we have left. After what feels like half an hour of fighting, they finally stumble backwards into the portal, sending them away to Earth 3145.
"It's over.. It's finally over.." Spider-Ham says, with a sigh of relief.
"Yeah, but at what cost?" Ghost Spider cries.
Harry: "The Inheritors won't ever be able to hurt another soul ever again. Take the win where you can get it. Yes, far too many of us died for it to happen, but everyone knew that there was heavy risk involved. They didn't have to come, but they did. We will never forget the sacrifice they made, so that thousands, no, millions more could live."
"Why was I leader again? That speech is one of a leader." I say, trying to lighten the mood a bit, but it's a tall order.
Harry: "You, Spider-Man, brought us together. No one else could have done it. Without you, there wouldn't even be the Web Warriors."
"Web Warriors?" I ask, somewhat puzzled.
Harry: "Eh, it's a work in progress. Was the first name I thought of."
Spinneret: "Better than Spider-Army, so it works for me!"
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Later
After a memorial for all of the spiders who sacrificed themselves to save the day, we all went our separate ways. Karn, looking for redemption, is the new Master Weaver, forever watching the Web of Life and Destiny. After an emotional goodbye, Harry went home, to Earth 56. Ghost Spider, the only one of us with a transversal device, travelled to Earth 121, to tell the family of Spider-Cop, George Stacy, of his passing. I told her I could do it, but she wanted to be the one to do it, as he died saving her. Spider-Ham, Spinneret, and Spider-Girl, along with the others who came to help, went back to their Earths, with the help of Karn. To help sustain his life-force, some of us allowed him to drain our energy, but in non lethal amounts. But now, it's time I returned home.
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Earth 616
I walk up to the front door of the house, and I notice a sign on the door. It's an eviction noticed, dated almost a month from now. Turning the door knob, it's surprisingly unlocked. No lights on, so maybe everyone's just sleeping? Looking inside, there's nothing here. No furniture, nothing laying around on the floor, nothing. There's the bare bones, but that's it.
"Peter, is that you?" Teresa's voice fills the house, as I turn around to see her standing there, in the door frame, as I forgot to shut it behind me.
"Teresa, hey.. What's going on? Where is everything?" I ask, giving my sister the worlds biggest hug.
"Where have you been?" Teresa asks, noticing the battle damaged costume, along with the visible cuts and bruises on my face.
"That's uh kind of a long story. Could you please answer the question? I'm kind of about to pass out here, haven't slept for a while ya know."
"Peter.. You've been gone for two months."
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Earth 1337
Felicia's gone, the symbiote's gone. Left with nothing, but time in a jail cell, to think long and hard about what I've lost. It's all his fault. Those other Spider-Men.
"Inmate, looks like you've got a visitor today. Surprised there's someone that's still friend with a scumbag like you." He escorts me out of my cell, into the visitors center. I sit down, and across from me, is someone I don't recognize.
"Do I know you?"
"No, no you do not. My names Miles.. Miles Warren. But I have a proposition that I think you'd be interested in. One that would help you get revenge on the ones who let Felicia die, and reunite yourself with an old friend of yours, the symbiote. Well, not the exact same one, as that one's as good as gone. But one that is more improved."
"You had me at revenge." We shake hands, a new partnership formed.
Simply replace this file:
/System/Library/CoreServices/DefaultDesktop.jpg
Then use Disk Utility and run "Repair Disk Permission" (Yeah...I'm too lazy to type in Terminal to fix that)
*Digg users: I'd had never expect this page will show up on digg front page!
(May be everyone hates the default Aurora.jpg and they want to change it! /sarcasm)
PS. This is a very little tip for Leopard users; could you guys stop mentioning other OS because this post does nothing with them? ;)