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I can't believe two wedding celebrations one week apart and both ocean theme! I made these for my dear friends who got married in Hawaii! The initials in the sand came from one of their wedding photos and I decided to try some other varieties of shells and starfish. They picked up coral pieces on the beach, so I tried my hand at a coral heart! I made a lot of dots for this collection of cookies (a dozen starfish, the coral and the urchins!) Can you tell I made the smaller conch shells with a strawberry cutter?
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I was grumpy today. Can't really put my finger on it, there's just too many things and not enough fingers....
I realized at one point that I was clenching my jaw so vigorously that I was giving myself a headache. Ugh. Seriously, just one of them damn days.
I wanted to just tell everyone to kiss it. And kiss it hard.
I did meet one of my company's new VP's,(whom I did NOT want to tell to kiss it, incidentally.) promoted up just recently. I know a few of his fellow employees, though I'd never met him. Funny how as time goes on I almost enjoy meeting people in the company rather than despising it like I used to. I guess, probably because as time goes on, I like putting faces to the voices/names that I frequent so much more commonly in management.
Anyways. On a *happy* note, I'm off work until the 16th. A "stay-cation" seeing as how I'm not financially gifted enough to do anything. But. Gene is off with me starting Monday, so as it would go, just us being able to be together is vacation enough for me.
So there's something to drink to. haha. And drink I shall.......
xoxo
TRF I haven't been myself lately. And I realize that it's because I'm never going to be the person I was before. Growth in life as always..............
This shot shows a ridge by the main eastern access road in the northern portion of Solitario's interior. It's situated near the water gap that leads into the Lefthand Shutup area, about 1.1 mi (1.8 km) north of Tres Papalotes.
Once inside the magic circle, all sorts of things catch the geologist's eye. For example, there's this hillside exposition of rock deformation from a time of continental collision a quarter of a billion years before the Solitario volcano erupted.
Here the Devonian-period Caballos Formation, composed of a white chert called novaculite, beautifully delineates high-arched waveforms in stone, as do the darker beds around it a bit more subtly.
Above the Caballos are Tesnus Formation shales and sandstones of Mississippian to Pennsylvanian (Early to Late Carboniferous) age. Below the Caballos lie beds of Ordovician Maravillas Formation chert. All were deformed by compressive forces of the Ouachita Orogeny in Late Paleozoic time, as part of the formation of the supercontinent Pangaea.
For more on this amazing locale, see the other photos and descriptions in my A Magic Circle Called the Solitario album.
The message has been sent. And man was it heard. The instant I walked out of the GBC building, one of the first things I see is a shopkeeper beating the shit out a mugger who tried to rob a woman in front of his store. The mugger was a Goemul member. The shopkeeper didn't kill the fucker, but I'll be surprised if the Goemul will ever walk right again. I head to the Roadblade and listen in on it's police scanner, see how much trouble I've caused. A conversation between a Sheriff and a few officers tells me about what looked like hundreds to them of Goemul members moving on Gotham Light and Power. They're choosing to stand back due to the sheer numbers. I can't. I have to end this tonight, with or without Linda. Nothing the Sky Slayer can't handle. better call Arnie.
"Hey, it's me. I--"
"Yeahyeah, look, I know why you're calling. I was just gonna call you, actually. Get over here, quick."
"...okay, but can you have the Sky Slayer ready when I--"
"It's gone."
"...what?"
"It's gone, man. Linda took it. Somehow snuck in and flew off. Look, I saw the news, I know what happened with her."
"Oh....oh fuck...."
"Just get over here, now. I've got something you'll wanna see. Bring your minigun and the Xeno cannon."
"You always do. Wait, the Xeno cannon? What the fuck?"
"Just shutup and get here, now!...."
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"...get in. c'mon!...."
"Is something up? You seem pissed."
"...It's about damn time you decided to take them down, y'know that? Some of those Goemul fucks tried to kill me and my daughter right outside the office building. Shot those scumbags dead...."
"Shit, man...I-I'm sorry, these guys have been--"
"It doesn't matter. What does is that they die tonight. I'm sick of scumbags like this messing with my family."
"...well then, what'cha got for me to stop these shitstains? And why did I bring the fucking xeno cannon for it?"
"Take a look."
".....holy shit, is that--?"
"Yes."
"And these---?"
"Go on it, yes."
"....you and these wonderful toys...."
"This isn't really mine, I just modded it a little. It's actually from Poland."
"Poland?"
"Of all places, Poland. Yep."
"Damn. nice one, Poland."
"It's yours for the night. Should be enough to wipe the Goemul Gang off the face of the earth. Can i ask you one thing, though?"
"What's up?"
"What's your stance on depleted uranium?...."
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Ineeda: My husband is dead.
Raider: You're just now realizing that? He's been rotting here for months.
Ineeda: Shutup, you! You'll speak when spoken to! I'm the new leader around here.
No es más educado, ni más honrado, ni mejor persona, el que tiene más dinero o más alta posición social.
No es más inteligente, ni más competente, ni más importante, el que tiene un título universitario en la pared de su despacho.
Así que por favor, cállate.
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It is not more polite, more honest, or better person who has more money or
high social status.
It is not smarter, more competent, or more important person, who has a title of
university on the wall of his office.
So please, shut up.
(I'm sorry, but my english is not good enough)
Facing north, I believe, about 0.1 mile (0.16 km) north of the ghost town of Tres Papalotes. On the Lefthand Shutup road. It's one of the Solitario's most successful civil-engineering projects, in that it's generally drivable as long as you avoid the big rocks and the prickly pears.
A lot of the inner Solitario's Paleozoic stratigraphy is on display on these ridges. In the distance at left the Mississippian-Pennsylvanian (Carboniferous) Tesnus forms the ridge crest, while the higher slopes at center and right are held up by contorted white beds of Devonian Caballos Novaculite, with Ordovician Maravillas Chert beneath. Some of the Caballos beds visible here were deformed into nice sine-wave folds during the Late-Paleozoic plate convergence of the Ouachita Orogeny.
For more on this amazing locale, see the other photos and descriptions in my A Magic Circle Called the Solitario album.
Kristen was getting a bit sassy with her best friend Sam... I don't think Kristen seen this coming!!
Monday lazy-ass day, 2009
This is supposedly a promotion of safety measures against SWINE FLU. But I ended up looking like a skanky b*tch. LOL. If you want stylish masks, why not! But I don't recommend this coz you'll probably not be able to avoid catching attention when you're supposed to avoid catching the flu.
I am supposed to be editing my thesis but I ended up doing this. Procrastination...
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esta portada esta aprobada por Julia Roig Fernandes!
porcierto: escucha Sunset Rubdown!!
Shut Up, I Am Dreaming of Places Where Lovers Have Wings
porcierto 2: 15.000 ^.^
CRASH.
THUD.
THUD.
Get to the choppa!
You just couldn't pass up the chance to say it could you?
Just shutup and move! I'll be right behind you.
"Don't mind me, I've got these two under control."
Nice to meet you too....umm....Batman?
"Wing. Batwing."
Ah, I see, now, shall we leave, or wait for the ninjas?
"You can take the chopper, I've got my own wings."
Chapter #2: His name is....
He came running towards me.
"Hey, you look amazing babe", he said. I blushed. I almost said something but then ...
"Thanks baby, you aren't lookin' too bad yourself", said a blonde girl. The same from my dream.
"Wanna go out to a magical place".
"Sure".
"Well, it's not that magical. And we won't be alone sooo".
"Okay it's alright".
"C'mon let's go".
Then they walked off. I gathered all my things and waited a minute before following. I didn't want to be noticed by them. They walked all down streets. Then they stopped at an ice-cream shop. They had been walking for 25 minutes, including me. I sat outside and drank a bottle of water. I was tired, bored, and my legs hurt. But I was interested where they were going. They walked out of the ice-cream parlor and continued down streets. Then they stopped.
The boy headed past they old warehouse dragging the blonde behind him. Mom told me not to go past the old toy warehouse. Sonja told me a crazy guy ate little girls in there. I stopped for a second. Then I dashed to the warehouse.
I spotted blonde hair whip around a tree. I walked through the vines. There were leaves larger than my head...they looked....familiar. The vines did too. Then I saw it. The meadow from my dream. I stared at the meadow for what seemed like hours. Then I saw them. They boy and the girl surrounded by people. All different. Short and tall. Fat and skinny. They all were hanging out, listening to music, and the occasional dancing girl. I watched. I never had many friends besides my sister Sam and Ms. Catz. I watched and watched. They all seemed so happy. I sketched them. Then they started a bonfire. They sang songs, told stories, talked. I wished I could be apart of it. I wished I could be in his muscular arms. I wished I could run fast. I checked my phone. 9:31pm. Shit, Mom will kill me. I ran home. I got there around 10pm. Mom was watching TV, thank God she didn't no-
"Serena Lana Jaks, where the hell have you been", Mom said catching me half-way upstairs.
"I was out at a bonfire with my friends", I said calmly. My lip started to quiver. I lied. I had never lied to Mom. "I think I ate something gross cause I feel sick".
"Honey did you take any pills or drugs", Mom said. Her brown eyes looked worried.
"No", I said brushing my bangs out of my eyes, "I just haven't eaten today". I headed upstairs before I got an answer. I looked through the pad. I flipped through them over and over. Then I saw it. A small note saying: His name is Shane.
Derrdelderdelderdel there you go. It is Shane. I know he has a girl but this is all a story. Nothing is real in this besides Serena liking Shane.
Serena: SHUTUP UGH. By the way I didn't write this!!!!
Yes she did. Pt.3 will be put up when I feel like it.
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The Hanging of the Innocent Man
A poem by Cullen M. Waters
I see not from eyes within
I hear not over the rising din
I feel not the growing breeze
I speak not with frightening ease
The way I travel, once white with snow
Is but the way I dare not go
And growing great gray clouds do shed
Icy cold tears upon my head
When I stumble here unto the ground
As darkness threatens without a sound
Oh, what sin have I committed?
To which great crime have I admitted?
What dread deed do I dare not see?
By what right must this be?
I see not from eyes without
I hear not though they scream and shout
I feel not save the growing fear
I speak not now bleak Death draws near
White noose around my neck grows taunt
And this life no longer I haunt
The gray people around me they do gasp
Why they did this I cannot grasp
But as darkness ends this awful dream
A last thing I try to scream
“What sin did I commit!
To what great crime did I admit!
‘Tis your dread deed you dare not see?
By what right you let this be?”
All cry innocence in Death’s sweet face
But none escape His tight embrace
No matter what truth appeared
Nor what truth was truly feared
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The poem appeared on welltuncares.wordpress.com