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This is Squeegee, my beautiful, orange tabby! See more of him in his set "Squeegee".
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Most of these photos was taken inside the our speeding tour bus, some came out pretty nice, eventhough the glass window really need a squeegee lol. Sorry if I haven't done posting yet my last yr. collections, I been so busy at work that hardly had enough time for myself.
I finally set up everything what needs to be done for coming holiday, and few more weeks, I guess I'm back to the day time schedule.I'm so exhauted working night shift, due to lack of sleep and it's draining my strength out. ugh!!!
There aren't many things that seem as relaxed as a sleeping cat! Squeeks was trying to sleep, but I didn't give him too much of a chance, I'm afraid. I've been wanting to try some of the things I've learned about setting my camera to capture some portraits of him, so I managed to get quite a few while he was sunning himself this afternoon.
Here we see an articulated Merc of the RVA which has just arrived at Hohenschwangau on the 09:05 from Füssen Station. After the driver had removed (with a squeegee) all the access water trampled onto the bus by the tourists heading to the Castles of Neuschwanstein and Hohenschwangau, the bus continued on to the Tegelbergbahn via Schwangau.
Jerusalem, Israel: Two, wet, microfiber cloths laid out to dry, after having been been wrapped around a squeegee equipped with a long handle and used, Israeli style, for mopping a synagogue floor…
It is Early Sunday Morning and You are Driving to the Convenience Store to get your Newspaper. You Hardly Believe What You See at the Traffic Light. BoobieKat is Struggling for Money and Decided to Stand There, Offering Drivers to Squeegee Their Windows. You Cannot Refuse This Offer and Look Closely at These Magnificent Boobs. Nobody is Around so BoobieKat Offers You Her Special Cleaning Job. Now come on do not be cheap... Give her a coin!
Eight years ago, I would have been making my trek over to Sugar Mill Gardens to visit Tigger. Tig lived there then, and from Jan. 1, 2008 until I adopted him that August, I could hardly bear to stay away from him for more than a day! Tigger was one of those animals that was more than an animal, as most pet lovers will understand.
Adopting Tigger was one of the best things I ever did. He was a delight! I made the end of his little life easier, but he helped see me through one of the hardest parts of mine, too. Not long after adopting him, my mother passed away. Tigger was one of the things that kept me going. We rescued each other.
This shot was taken two days before Tigger died. He was suffering with Lymphoma, and was at the point where I had no choice but to put him to sleep, or watch him suffer terribly. It was a very hard thing to do, and till this day, I miss him every day. Those eyes could pierce your soul, and they certainly did mine! I have no regrets, though. I did my best for Tigger, and somehow I know I'll see him again. When it's my turn to go, he'll be waiting with Squeegee and all my other beloved pets, and I'll hear his little feet thumping like a race horse as he runs to greet me!
Camera: Zorki 4k
Film Kodak ColorPlus, 24 exposure
4 August 2011
This negative was very dark and I think my scanner has struggled to get an image with any contrast and it's done 'funny stuff' with the shadows.
The shot also cost me 52p.
The large grey area should be black. but it isn't, yet the shadows on the face are dark ... I swear, the only thing I tried to do was a little levels to even out the black background. Strange.
I'm lucky I have any images at all after the the film snapped at the end of the roll which then slackened the film meaning the teeth stopped pulling the film along.
Only thing to do now is get some new developer and invest in a good squeegee but the white drops might actually be calcium deposits from an ailing Stabaliser.
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They say a house cat sleeps the better part of 19 hours a day, and most of that is during the day, leaving them raring to go once the sun goes down and WE want to wind down!
Barrymore is a good boy, and not nearly as hyper as his wirey brother, Squeegee, and he is simply adorable when he naps. I couldn't resist grabbing this shot of him the other day.
Yesterday, Barrymore spent the day at Dr. Shroyer's office having a curve done to test his insulin levels. For the first time in a while, he didn't do so well, so he's up to 3.5 units of glargine from 3. He seemed bright eyed and bushy tailed last night and this morning, so apparently it was needed. The only bad part is for me, since this form of insulin costs twice what the other does. He's worth every penny.
My old motorbike
A friend gave me a box with a few Polaroid slide films and a Power Processor.
The processor had some rusty rollers and stuck bearings but after some cleaning and a bit of grease it works well.
The films expired in May 1991.
I shot a roll of Polagraph 400 at 50 ISO (one stop per decade) in my T90 and set developing time to 3 instead of the specified 2 minutes.
The results are better than expected. The film seems to be lower contrast and actually yields some halftones.
As with all expired instant 35mm films the black layer sticks to the positive (slide) instead of the egative and has to removed manually.
It can be trubbed off under running water but that and the squeegeeing produces some scratches in the delicate emulsion.
If anyone knows a better way to remove the black layer please let me know.
Canon T90, FD 17mm F/4
Polaroid Polagraph 35mm Black and White Slide Film. High Contrast. HC135-12 ISO400, EXP MAY 1991
Shot and processed May 6, 2023
It is Early Sunday Morning and You are Driving to the Convenience Store to get your Newspaper. You Hardly Believe What You See at the Traffic Light. BoobieKat is Struggling for Money and Decided to Stand There, Offering Drivers to Squeegee Their Windows. You Cannot Refuse This Offer and Look Closely at These Magnificent Boobs. Nobody is Around so BoobieKat Offers You Her Special Cleaning Job. Now come on do not be cheap... Give her a coin!
This image is a Digital photograph (Pentax K5) of my first ever Carbon Print (actually it is just the test print). It is a 5x7 Carbon Transfer contact print from a negative processed in Pyrocat HD. Originally shot on my Canham MQC 5x7 with a 72mm Schneider Super Angulon on HP5+ Film.
The Carbon Tissue was made on a substrate of Luna Vanguard Synthetic Watercolor Paper, using 50mls of a 500ml mix of 50g 250 Bloom Gelatine, 25g Sugar and 5g of India Ink made up to 500mls with water (this is known as glop) and it is then coated onto a substrate and left for a couple of days to fully dry.
After drying, the Carbon Tissue was sensitised using a 3% solution of Ammonium Dichromate which was diluted 1:2 with Water & Acetone to give a total of spirit based sensitiser used of 9ml, this is then left again to dry for 30 minutes or more.
After drying, the sensitised tissue is sandwiched together in a contact printing frame along with a piece of Mylar (to protect the negative from the tissue) and the negative that is to be printed. It is then subjected to a UV light source to make the image.
The test strip was given 3 exposures from my self built UV Light Box for 5, 10 & 15 minutes, the tissue is then removed from the contact frame and placed into a bath of cold water in which the paper for the final image has been soaking for a few minutes (fixed out Ilford Multigrade IV Pearl RC). After a further minute or so the tissue and paper substrate are removed from the water together emulsion to emulsion and they are then placed on a level board and squeegeed to remove as much water as possible, this is then followed by using paper towels to press down on the edges and soak up any remaining water. This sandwich is then compressed together using a heavy sheet of glass and a further weight on top of that. It is then left like this for a minimum of 30 minutes. After this the tissue and paper sandwich is placed into hot water to begin the development process.
I damaged the top right corner when removing the tissue holder from the carbon image during the development, this was no doubt due to my inexperience (well prior to this I have never even seen a Carbon Transfer print in the flesh let alone made one).
Looks like the exposure I will be giving the actual print will be circa 12 minutes.
My sincere thanks to Jim Fitzgerald for all the help and suggestions he has given me in the lead up to this, and the fact that I managed to get an image at all is testament to his tuition. I also had help from the members of the Carbon Transfer Printing Yahoo Group in particular Sandy King and I thank them too for their help.
One of numerous pieces of detritus that had been left in the Applause, most of which went straight in the bin. I thought this was worth keeping though - I suspect it is even older than the car. It was made in England, can anyone imagine an item like this being made in England now?
These two little dolls are my new kittens- siblings- the male is the one reaching, and the female is the timid little one in back! They are 5 months old, but quite tiny to me, since my cats, Squeegee and Barrymore are very large kitties and these two will probably end up much smaller.
They don't have names yet, as I am trying to get a feel for their personalities. I love the series, "Vikings", and have been thinking of calling them Ragnar and Lagertha, or Rags and Lags, for short. The male seems to like it, and actually comes to me when I call him by that name. The female is still a fraidy cat, and though she shows signs of having some independent attitude and hunting ability, I haven't really been able to get her to trust me yet today, but she will in time.
Squeegee and Barrymore haven't seemed too upset, and that's a good thing. Hopefully it will perk Squeeks up some, as he's been at death's door half the time. Barrymore doesn't play well with others, so I will have to take my time introducing them until the kittens are bigger.
Anyway, my two new babies are adorable, and simply a joy to watch. It's been 15 years since I've had a kitten, and even though they aren't tiny ones, they're still tiny to me. Even my brother, who isn't crazy about cats like I am, and my oldest nephew, who isn't that keen on them either, seemed to get a kick out of them, and it was Frazier who was occupying them with a squeaky mouse, feather toy when I took this shot. Seriously, who could resist those faces? I've already bonded some with the male. Lets see how his sister does....
Any suggestions for names? I like Ragnar, but really don't care for Lagertha! It's too much like Agatha. Suggestions so far have been Ricky and Lucy, Fred & Ginger, Bella & Edward, and Nelson & Jeanette, which I liked because Nelson Eddy & Jeanette MacDonald were two of my favorite singers from the 1930's. Rhett & Scarlet are also in the running. I'm not the most creative when it comes to names and titles, so suggest away!
I've related before, either in descriptions of my 'toons or comments on other people's pictures or in lengthy discourses at Grub Street Enquiries, or all of the foregoing, how I went trundling into the Duke & Ayres five-and-dime on the town square one February day not long after The Beatles had landed and discovered some British Invaders I could REALLY collaborate with--an entire section of shelving in the toy aisle chock-full of some "fab" and "gear" and "groovy" model airplanes like I'd never seen before, all with that same "Airfix" logo that was on the boxes of those 1/72nd scale 8th Army, Afrika Korps and sundry other plastic soldiers I'd found at the Sears store on West Jefferson Street in Dallas the summer before. I've also related how I ended up buying the 1/72nd B-24J Liberator even though the 1/144th Air Force One had such cool box art that four months before there wouldn't have been any question. But it wasn't three months before--it was three months since, speaking of West Jefferson Street, DPD had taken Oswald down in the Texas Theater not far from the old Sears store, and, as the late Len Morgan put it, we'd watched through our tears as Air Force One departed Love Field with two presidents on board. Model airplanes are all about fun, and somehow that would have made it sacrilegious to build a model of that one.
That paint scheme still gets me, even if it's now on whatever mumbo-jumbo numerology the Air Force calls a 747 (in fact, it seems kind of sacrilegious to have it on THOSE, and would on anything else besides a 707). So does listening to the tapes of KLIF's coverage on YouTube, and so did reading Vincent Bugliosi's book that I semi-ripped off for the title of this 'toon.
Make what you will of his debunking the conspiracy theories (or his failure to do so, if that's your inclination), of all the books I've read about the assassination, when it comes to just plain telling the story, "Reclaiming History" is the only one that's worth a damn. Of the others, some are lunatic fringe nonsense, some are hacks-looking-for-quick-buck crap, some are well-intentioned but dull, and some are even thoughtful, but all of them are just somehow lacking in one essential feature. They don't have "the feel". The street and place and people names sound familiar, but ultimately they're just talking about something that happened somewhere, some time, and didn't particularly involve you or anyone or anything you knew. Bugliosi time-warps you right back to Dallas, 1963, and makes you remember what it was like to be there, then, when.
I think part of it is that most of the writers on the subject are from New York, Massachusetts, or somewhere else in the New England/Mid-Atlantic Elitist Corridor and essentially don't know jack crap about Dallas, while Bugliosi is from L.A., and like any cop or reporter or other graveyard shift boulevardier from LA or San Diego, Phoenix or Albuquerque, Amarillo or San Antonio, he was BORN with an instinctive understanding of Dallas that those clowns from Hahvahd Yahd couldn't acquire in a million years. Others mention them, but he puts you there in the Book Depository and at the Triple Underpass, on the Grassy Knoll and in the emergency room at Parkland. He also puts you on West Jefferson, and South Beckley Avenue and East 10th Street, out in Irving or downtown in Jack Ruby's Carousel or the KLIF studios, puts you in the heart of the Dallas dad took me along to sometimes when he was hanging out with his buddies in Fire, Police and Sheriff's Departments, a Dallas that had absolutely nothing to do with J.R. and the rest of the idiot Ewings.
For example, Jack Ruby meeting KLIF's Russ Knight at police headquarters the night of the assassination and introducing him to District Attorney Henry Wade, and Wade saying, "I know you--you're The Weird Beard!". And Knight "cringing" at the mention of that name, even though it--and the hipster persona that went with it--had made him hands down the top Top 40 DJ among the kids of Dallas. Bugliosi makes you feel Knight's embarrassment in realizing, in the wake of what had happened, just how incredibly trivial and meaningless, even inane, being "The Weird Beard" was. And, having been one of those kids who made him Dallas's most popular DJ, realizing from that vignette how shattered he'd been by the event brings home the horror in a way those photos of Jackie in her bloodstained dress standing there as Sarah T swears in LBJ are supposed to do but somehow don't.
The other most memorable passage in the book (for me, anyway) not only hits home, despite his primary intention of debunking all the conspiracy theories, it also points up the one "What's wrong with this picture...?!!" thing above all others in the whole affair that has always made me at least kinda sorta wonder if maybe there couldn't have been some wider skullduggery afoot after all.
It was just three brief lines in those 1,612 pages, and maybe he didn't mean them that way at all. Maybe it was just my own warped world view that made me understand them to mean that killing Kennedy was one thing but shooting J.D. Tippit was crossing the line, but that's the way I understood it, and couldn't resist a grim mental chuckle when reading, "It isn't long before law officers throughout the city learn that one of their own has been shot. First, it was the president. Now, for the Dallas police, it's personal."
And if I couldn't help interpreting it that way, neither could I help pondering again the one thing I've always wondered: how in hell did that little pissant live long enough for Jack Ruby to do him in the basement of City Hall anyway? This WAS Dallas, 1963, after all. Cop-killers didn't exactly have a place of honor on the actuarial tables, and he'd already killed one Dallas officer--and then pulled a gun on a half-dozen others. How did he end up getting taken downtown in handcuffs by the police instead of being picked up off the floor of the Texas Theater by the Dudley Hughes ambulance crew with a roll of paper towels and a squeegee?
Both those scenes, and the hundreds of others depicting everyday people going about their everyday lives, untouched by history until It Happened, and then reacting like normal people would--like normal people DID--are what make Bugliosi's Dallas a Dallas the others miss--or deliberately misinterpret. All the other books bitch and bellyache about what Dallas killing "their" president did to them. Bugliosi, even though it's not the main point of his book, manages to tell the story of what it did to us. For me, the great makes-you-want-to-cry-along-with-them scene from all the film footage isn't "Uncle Walter" Cronkite pulling off his glasses and ever-so-sincerely sniffling on-air. It's two young women--secretaries or salesgirls from the offices or stores downtown, school teachers, maybe coeds or off-duty American or Trans-Texas stews--dressed in their Sears or J.C. Penney's Jackie knockoffs, clawing at their hair and clutching each other and sobbing hysterically in Dealey Plaza. They just wanted to see the First Family, to get their brief glimpse of Camelot that they could tell their grandchildren about, and got an unforgettable vision of hell instead. So, screw you Eric Severeid, and every other "City of Hate" Dallas-basher who followed your lead. Those two girls didn't kill your president, and neither did the guy who brought his five-year-old son because even though he was too young to understand now he was old enough to remember and would appreciate it later, or the thousands of others lining the streets cheering and waving and causing JFK to comment that it was the warmest reception he'd yet received on the Texas tour. They didn't kill YOUR president--they lost THEIRS, just like you did.
Not that it really matters. After all, we have survived the blow. Arguably in even better shape than we would have been.
Occasional bafflement over Oswald's momentary survival notwithstanding, I agree with Bugliosi that there was no conspiracy, and Oswald acted alone. If that theory has holes, all the others have bigger ones. I disagree, however, with his assertion that the conspiracy theorists are doing a disservice to the county by twisting the truth and destroying the American people's faith in their political leaders. On the contrary, I believe they have done an altogether commendable service to the country by contributing to the destruction of that misplaced trust.
I'm not one of those who believe JFK would have gotten us out of Vietnam, or that all the turmoil of the Sixties and the subsequent downhill slide from the Seventies on wouldn't have happened. Kennedy WAS a Cold Warrior, and as such accepted the Domino Theory as Holy Writ, same as any of the rest of us. There were Special Forces troopers in the honor guard as he lay in state, there was a green beret on his coffin, and the US Army Center for Special Warfare was re-named the US Army John F Kennedy Center for Special Warfare in honor of him after his death because, if he wasn't the father of Special Forces, he's the one who rammed their acceptance and support down the conventional Army's throat, because Special Forces were exactly the kind of people he needed to fight the kinds of wars he wanted to fight--like, you know, Vietnam. He was also Democrat, and like all of them in those days, still suffering the McCarthy era stigma of having "lost China". He couldn't afford another Lost China, and for that matter, he couldn't even afford another Bay of Pigs fiasco, and a withdrawal from Vietnam in the face of mounting VC/NVA pressure would have looked suspiciously like both. He was in it, like it or not, and being in it he would have had to hang tough, which means he would have been as bogged down in the quagmire as deep as--or even deeper than--those who ultimately got stuck with the blame. Worse yet, without the exponentially increased power of the press, primarily television news, and the public anger and sense of betrayal that came of the assassination, there might have been no anti-war movement, or at least not one powerful enough to eventually make it more politically expedient for him or his successor to get out of Vietnam than to stay there. Then too, without the toxic political climate that emerged from the post-assassination disillusionment, the kind of man we ultimately needed to get us out of that war, the kind of man who could shamelessly sell out completely and then even more shamelessly call it "Peace with Honor", might not have emerged either. Or, at least, not until we'd been through so many Tet Offensives we'd started keeping track of them with Roman numerals the same way we do Super Bowls.
Likewise, maybe Watts and Detroit and Newark wouldn't have burned. Then again, Kennedy's move toward Civil Rights legislation was as dead in the water as PT-109 until Johnson had the Kennedy martyr card to play. Without that, things might have just continued to move ahead at the glacial pace they were going, with blacks growing ever more frustrated and segregationists growing ever more set in their ways, until one day it all blew up in an all-out race war that would have left the whole country smoldering in ruins instead of just a few neighborhoods.
And, sure, maybe everything from Watergate and Iran-Contra to cell phone tapping/personal email hacking and the blatant lie about keeping your health insurance if you like it wouldn't themselves have occurred, but other things just as morally repugnant and/or downright criminal would have, and without a mistrusting public wanting to believe the worst, and without a media full of ratings whores willing to pander to that desire, we'd have just gone along in our happy little Leave It To Beaver world totally unaware that we and our Constitution were getting screwed six ways from Sunday by the very people we'd put in positions of public trust. Along with the "whodunit" aspect of the conspiracy industry, we've gotten a healthy dose of "JFKdunit" details about Marilyn Monroe and Judith Exner and the ties to the Mafia and Daddy Joe buying elections (but teaching his son fiscal responsibility by refusing to pay for a landslide) and everything else that went on in the shadows on the Dark Side of Camelot. If it breaks our hearts to learn our fairy tale hero wasn't quite the Prince Charming we thought he was, then we've at least learned that if even the best and the brightest can be so tarnished, there ain't much hope for the sleaziest and slimiest.
So, yes, I think we owe the conspiracy folks a debt of gratitude, not criticism. Even if they are guilty of twisting some historical facts, or even all of them, they have brought us to the greater historical truth: that no one inside the Beltway, politician or pundit, is to be trusted, that they are to be presumed guilty until proven guiltier, and that everything they say should be considered a lie until proven beyond a reasonable doubt that they have somehow screwed up and told the truth--at which point we should start wondering what their ulterior motive was for doing so. Maybe we do have to deal with wack jobs like the birthers now and then, but that's the price we have to pay for a proper perspective, for having learned that when dealing with politicians, it's probably best to err on the side of paranoia.
So, yes, I'm disclaiming history. Or trying to. It's kind of embarrassing to recall that Once Upon A Time I was young enough, naive enough--STUPID enough--to believe the fairy tale, or to think its abrupt ending was something to get all misty-eyed about. Or, worse yet, that I'm no longer young enough to have that as an excuse for still sometimes being enough of the other two to let that paint job get to me.
When I got Barrymore, he was just a little kitten. That was back in the year 2000, and I wasn't doing photography back then, so I have no pics of him when he was little. I regret that because he was always a beautiful, little thing.
The very first thing Barrymore did when I brought him in was go up to my mother and win her over. He became her cat after that. (Mom swore she didn't like cats!)
The next thing Barrymore did was attack Squeegee, who was about three years old back then. This itty bitty kitty jumped on Squeegee's back and Squeeks just kind of shook him off like, "what the heck?!" From then on, it was hunt Squeegee time! Barrymore grew fast, and spent most of his time pouncing on poor Squeeks as if he was prey! He would drag him down by the backside like a lion taking down a wildebeest! By the time Barrymore was a full grown monster of a cat at 20 lbs., poor Squeeks didn't stand much of a chance!
During all of those sibling years, it didn't seem that Barrymore liked his adopted brother very much. He wanted to be the only cat, especially when my mother died, and he bonded with me. It never occurred to me that he really loved Squeegee.
This week, as Squeegee got sicker, and I grew more upset, sometimes crying, knowing I'd have to put him down, Barrymore responded by lying near Squeegee, sometimes going nose to nose with him and staring. If Squeegee didn't eat, Barrymore didn't eat. If Squeegee perked up, Barrymore perked up. When I saw that, I began to worry that he would take Squeegee's passing harder than I thought, and now that Squeeks is gone, that seems to be what is happening. Barrymore is depressed and lonely.
I've been trying to introduce Ragnar and Freja, my new kittens to him, but he doesn't seem to be very open to it. I can tell he wants the company, but it's like he looks at the two smaller versions of Squeegee and thinks, "They're not HIM". Then he goes off and sulks. (I've left the big towel Squeegee had been lying on on the floor so he can still be near his scent for a little while.) I'm hoping they start to adjust soon so that when they settle down a little, and I can leave them loose in the house, he will have the company he needs when I'm at work.
Please say a little prayer for Barrymore. His health isn't great, either, and he has diabetes, which means he HAS to eat or I can't give him insulin. He is thinner now- about 14 pounds- but the vet doesn't want him to go any lower. He, also, is in the beginning stages of kidney failure. I'm really hoping he hangs in there and lives at least as long as Squeegee did, which still is only three more years, but it's three years of cuddling, purrs and love that I don't want to miss.
You can see the sadness in him. This was taken yesterday before I brought Squeeks to the vet. It's like he knew he was being left behind....
Here are the images and details for the next LEGO Creator Expert modular, Corner Garage [10264].
LEGO 10264 Corner Garage
Available 1st Jan
AUD299.99
shop.lego.com/en-AU/Corner-Garage-10264
PRESS RELEASE
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The Corner Garage will be available for purchase starting January 1st (with no early access for LEGO VIPs). The full press release from LEGO as well as an expanded photo gallery are included below.
LEGO 10264 Corner Garage
Ages 16+. 2,569 pieces
US $199.99 – CA $269.99 – DE 179.99€ – UK £159.99 – FR 189.99€ – DK 1,499DKK – AU 299.99
Discover surprises on all levels at the Corner Garage!
Drop by the LEGO Creator Expert 10264 Corner Garage, where you’ll discover a world of fun and surprises! This amazing model comes with removable building sections for easy access to the highly detailed interior and comprises 3 stories. On the ground level there’s a 1950s-style gas station with fuel pump, kiosk and a vehicle workshop complete with a roll-up door, vehicle lift and tire mounter. At the mid-level animal clinic you’ll find an examination table, fish tank, and a waiting area with sofa, while on the upper level you’ll discover a well-equipped apartment with kitchen, TV, sofa, bed and a staircase that leads to a rooftop terrace with sun lounger, parasol and flower garden. The exterior of the building features a classic 1950s facade with signage, detailed windows and a decorative roofline, plus a sidewalk area with a tree and an ornate streetlamp. This charming addition to the Modular Buildings series has been designed to provide a challenging and rewarding building experience, full of nostalgia. Also includes a scooter, tow truck and 6 minifigures, plus parrot, bunny, dog, frog and fish figures.
Includes 6 minifigures: gas station owner, mechanic, vet, woman, man and a girl, plus bunny, parrot, dog, frog and fish figures.
The 3-level Corner Garage advanced building set comes with an array of brick-built details, including a detailed 1950s-style facade with gas station signage, windows, bay windows, arched doorway, roll-up vehicle workshop door, decorative roofline and a rooftop terrace, plus a detailed sidewalk area with tree and ornate streetlamp. This set also includes a tow truck and a scooter.
Ground level features a gas station with a bucket and a fuel pump with a flexible hose, plus a kiosk and a vehicle workshop for car service and repairs, featuring a cash register, tool rack and trolley, oil drum, tire mounter and working vehicle lift.
Mid-level animal clinic features an examination table, parrot perch, fish tank and a waiting area with sofa, armchair, table and flowerpot, plus the animal doctor’s desk lamp, microscope, mug, newspaper, envelope, scissors and syringe.
Upper-level apartment features a well-equipped kitchen with cookies baking in the oven, sink, pan, mug, salt and pepper, spoon and spatula, plus a sofa, bed, an old-fashioned TV, and a bathroom with toilet.
Rooftop terrace features a sun lounger, parasol and flower garden.
Tow truck features a working hoist.
Accessory elements include a window squeegee and a crash helmet.
Help the gas station assistant fill up the 1950s-style scooter.
Roll up the door to access Jo’s vehicle workshop, complete with tire mounter and working vehicle lift.
Remove the modular building sections to access the detailed interior.
New-for-January-2019 decorated elements include an animal clinic window, service station sign and a printed octane gas pump.
Special elements include new-for-January-2019 black ice skates, 2x6x2 window in sand blue, 1×1 medium gray roof tiles, 1×1 angle plate in dark blue and rare dark-orange elements in various shapes and sizes.
Collect and build an entire town with the LEGO Creator Expert Modular Building 10243 Parisian Restaurant, 10255 Assembly Square and 10260 Downtown Diner.
This set includes over 2,560 pieces.
Measures over 12” (32cm) high, 10” (26cm) wide and 9” (25cm) deep.
Tow truck measures over 2” (6cm) high, 5” (14cm) long and 1” (5cm) wide.
Available directly from LEGO Stores & shop.LEGO.com starting January 1, 2019.
The questions in English aretranslated by Google translate so be indulgent! ^^'
I was tagged by Badou LaGrenouille & kutsushita! Thanks ♥
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Favorite color ? Black , red, blue and pink ! ♥
Biggest dream ? Hmm ... Go to Japan maybe ^^
Lucky Number / favorite ? 15 !
Celeb begui ? What?
Sexuality? Straight ^^
If you could never see a person on earth who would it be? Heuuu dunno moaaa ! XD
First name? Navy.
Do you believe in love at first sight ? Of course, it's proven it's something chemical .
Allergy? Yellow ... I had an Indian ankle bracelet with yellow and bah here XD
Addiction ? The dolls ... Yep !
Typical weekend ? PC , wii, computer, pictures in sunlight .
Favorite Serial Killer ? What?
Birthday? April 15 ! ;)
Best (s) Friend (s) ? I do not have necessarily .
Favorite food? Pizza squeegee / tartiflette ! *-* And churros in desert !
Milkshakes or yogurt ? Milkshakes !
Potatoes or fries? Fries I think ^ ^
Current mood ? Mouaif .
Age? 18 years since April 15 ^ ^
Have you ever stolen anything ? Who never made x)
When you got your first kiss? Yet x)
What is the weirdest food you like ? I do not know ... XD
Would you rather kiss a monkey or Satan? Satan !
Have you ever cheated on someone ? It will not !
How long did you wait before taking a shower? Not understand the question too ... I take a full shower 2 times a week.
What is your favorite film? I 3: Between two banks , one day and Letters to Juliet (yes that romances *-* )
Do you remember your dream property ? Yes I 'm full and I said !
What do you like about yourself ? My hands. =3 (ah And my hair! ) .
My eyes? Brown ^ _ ^
What is your favorite sport? Heuuuuuuuuuu ! Diving ( it is a sport ?) Rando , skating, I do not really know actually ...
Do you smoke ? No! I value my health! ( And my money u.u )
Do you drink ? Champagne, the Clairette occasions. Variegated or Monaco , in short I do not drink Xb
Have you ever played video games? Of course! You take me for that XD
What do you think of Valentine's Day? This is cool!
What do you think about tattoos? I like a lot but there's limits what x)
Do you love someone? No.
You are you ever broken a bone ? No '.'
What deodorant are you wearing? Deo to the alain stone.
If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? Between Grenoble and Lyon , I hesitate , I'm not the type to want to give up my friends, my family and my habits. Rather let countries that make me dream holiday ! =3
What do you fear ? At the moment not to be taken into CAP Hairdressing next year and find myself doing anything a 3rd year with my mother ...
What was the name of your favorite toy as a kid ? Kid is up to what age ? XD Pff ... I no favorite !
What are your favorite sugary cereals ? Hmm ... I think fondant hearts !
When you go ( e) sleep last night ? Um midnight I think.
What is your longest relationship? No x)
Favorite song ? If tomorrow Bonnie Tyler and Kareen Antonn ! *-*
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Couleur préférée ? Noir, rouge, bleu ciel et rose! ♥
Plus grand rêve ? Mmh... Aller au Japon peut-être ^^
Lucky Number / préféré ? 15!!
Celeb bégui ? What?
La sexualité? Hétéro ^^
Si vous pouviez ne plus jamais voir une personne sur la terre qui serait-elle ? Heuuu j'sais pas moaaa! XD
Prénom ? Marine.
Croyez-vous au coup de foudre? Bien sûr, c'est prouvé c'est quelque chose de chimique.
Allergie ? Le jaune... J'avais une bracelet indien à la cheville avec du jaune et bah voilà XD
Addiction ? Les dolls... Hé oui!
Week-end typique ? PC, wii, ordi, photos au soleil.
Serial Killer préféré ? What?
Anniversaire ? 15 avril! ;)
Meilleur(es) ami(es) ? J'en ai pas forcément.
Plat préféré ? Pizza raclette/tartiflette! *-* Et churros en desert!
Milkshakes ou yaourt ? Milkshakes!
Potatoes ou frites? Frites I think ^^
État d'esprit actuel ? Mouaif.
Âge ? 18ans depuis le 15 avril ^^
Avez-vous jamais rien volé ? Qui ne la jamais fait x)
Lorsque vous avez obtenu votre premier baiser ? Pas encore x)
Quelle est la nourriture la plus bizarre que vous aimez ? J'en sais rien... XD
Souhaitez-vous embrasser plutôt un singe ou Satan ? Satan!!
Avez-vous déjà trompé sur quelqu'un ? Ça va pas non!
Combien de temps avez-vous attendu avant de prendre une douche ? Comprend pas trop la question... Je prend un douche complète 2 fois par semaine.
Quel est votre film préféré ? J'en ai 3: Entre deux rives, Un jour et Lettres à Juliette (oui que des romances *-*)
Vous souvenez-vous bien de vos rêves ? Oui j'en fais pleins et je les raconte!!
Qu'aimez-vous sur vous-même ? Mes mains. =3 (ah! Et mes cheveux!).
Mes yeux ? Marrons ^_^
Quel est votre sport préféré ? Heuuuuuuuuuu! Plongée,(c'est un sport?) Rando, patinage, je sais pas trop en fait...
Fumez-vous ? Non! Je tiens à ma santé! (Et à mon argent u.u)
Buvez-vous ? Champagne, clairette au occasions. Panaché ou monaco, bref je ne bois pas Xb
Avez-vous déjà joué à des jeux vidéo ? Bien sûr! Vous me prenez pour qui XD
Que pensez-vous de la Saint Valentin ? C'est cool!
Que pensez-vous des tatouages? J'aime beaucoup mais y'a des limites quoi x)
Aimez-vous quelqu'un ? No.
Vous-êtes vous déjà cassé un os ? Non '.'
Qu'est-ce déodorant portez-vous? Déo à la pierre d'alain.
Si vous pouviez vivre n'importe où dans le monde ou serait-il ? Entre Grenoble et Lyon, j'hésite, je suis pas du genre à vouloir abandonner mes amis, ma famille et mes habitudes. Je préfére laisser les pays qui me font rêver pour les vacances! =3
Que craignez-vous ? Pour le moment de ne pas être prise en CAP Coiffure l'année prochaine et de me retrouver à rien faire une 3ième année avec ma mère...
Quel était le nom de votre jouet préféré étant un gamin ? Gamin c'est jusqu'à quel âge? XD Pff... J'ai pas de préférés!
Quel sont vos céréales sucrées préférées ? Hmm... Les coeurs fondants I think!
Quand êtes-vous allé(e) dormir la nuit dernière ? Heum minuit je pense.
Quelle est votre relation la plus longue ? Aucune x)
Chanson préférée ? Si demain de Bonnie Tyler et Kareen Antonn! *-*
Excellent street art by Conor Harrington. This was Baroque the Streets, part of the Dulwich Street Art Festival; new murals based on works held in the permanent collection of Dulwich Picture Gallery. I have no idea which painting this is based on.
This was my favourite. I watched a video on a number of the artists involved. It only showed snatches of the artists' technique but it is clear that Conor Harrington is a master of the squeegee. A new name to me but I want to see more..
Use this image without my permission is illegal. All Rights Reserved ste.t.©
- Yeah, fuck you, too.
- Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it.
Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back.
Fuck squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job!
Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores and stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. Slow the fuck down!
Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35.
Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English?
Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from!
Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds!
Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Imclone! Adelphia! Worldcom!
Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, because they make the Puerto Ricans look good.
Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, and their St. Anthony medallions. Swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos.
Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermés scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart!
Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on!
Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust!
Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin Otisville, Jay!
Fuck Osama bin Laden, al-Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal, Irish ass!
Fuck Jacob Elinski, whining malcontent.
Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass.
Fuck Naturel Rivera. I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back. Sold me up the river. Fucking bitch.
Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar. Sipping on club soda, selling whiskey to firemen and cheering the Bronx Bombers.
Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue. From the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it. Let the fires rage. Let it burn to fuckin ash then let the waters rise and submerge this whole, rat-infested place.
- No. No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all and then you threw it away, you dumb fuck!
from "25th hour"
(direct by spike lee, starring: Edward Norton, Philip Seymour Hoffman, Rosario Dawson)
The so-called squeegee practice, involving mostly young "squeegee kids," as they are known, halting drivers to clean windshields for money, was banned by the province of Ontario in 2000.
The law was appealed by 11 homeless men who had been charged in 2001 with washing windows or asking for change in traffic. They alleged the law violated their right to human dignity, contravening the Charter of Rights and Freedoms.
In January 2017, the Ontario Court of Appeal ruled that Public safety and the flow of traffic must override violations to freedom of expression when it comes to washing car windows in traffic.
My early days of D & P were basic film developing and printing with 'gaslight paper' all this was carried out in the bathroom much to the inconvenience to the family.
The fact the towels and bathroom sink etc would seem to change colour to yellow, green and brown probably encouraged my Dad to build me the darkroom in the Garden.
The enlarger was made from an old 6" X 8" wooden tailgate plate camera that I found in a second-hand shop in Vine Street, Uxbridge. it cost 15/- (75p) the lamphouse was hammered out from a sheet of tin-plate, the illumination was provided by a photoflood lamp through an opal glass panel.
The focusing and composition time had to be very brief due to the heat generated by the lamp otherwise you would observe you precious negative rapidly shrivel up before your very eyes,
The main chemicals were an MQ developer for monochrome and hypo crystals for fixing, they were weighed out from bulk quantities for each session, in the winter the chemicals would too cold to perform well so biscuit tins were converted into dish warmers by fitting them each with a light 40 Watt light bulb, sepia toning was processed with potassium ferricyanide and the foul-smelling (bad eggs) sodium sulphide, (this was best carried out in the open).
The washing process, to ensure the longevity of the prints it was back to the bathroom and into the bath, for the glazing, they were squeegeed onto the bathroom tiles and hopefully would fall off when dry.
Day 113
Gerhard Richter (1932 -)
Christa and Wolfi, 1964 (image by rob golkosky via flickr)
With a large retrospective just opened at Tate Modern, Richter’s work is both sublime and respectful of history and tradition. He has whole bodies of work around portraiture, based on photographs; abstract paintings using squeegees; landscapes; and works that respond to significant moments such as the attacks on the World Trade Centre in New York in 2001.
At the Smithsonian’s National Zoo, the seals of American Trail are ready to splash down and make their big debut ! To help the seals acclimate to their new surroundings, animal care staff added 24,000 pounds of salt to the 125,000 gallon pool last week. Yesterday, three gray seals—Gunther, Kara and Kjya—and two harbor seals—Luke and Squeegee—entered the water together for the first time and explored their new digs. Visitors can view the seals up close and watch training and feeding demonstrations at 11:15 a.m. and 2 p.m. every day. The Zoo’s elderly gray seal, Selkie, is expected to join the other seals in the coming weeks. To follow the latest updates, follow the Zoo on Facebook and Twitter using the hashtag #PinnipedParty.
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Photo credit: Abby Wood, Smithsonian’s National Zoo
Broadway Magic Jem is the hottest tourist attraction in the Theater District of New York City, succeeding and surpassing many other high-profiled celebrities who have once graced the stage with their astounding talents, and she owes it all to the one man who believed in her since the very beginning, Broadway producer and musical advertiser for Showbiz Daily newspaper, Robert Merrit. The scenic view of Downtown Manhattan was one to behold on a brisk afternoon, in October, at the office of Bob, or, as his friends call him, “Big-hearted” Bob, who shuffled across the room in a panic while situating his toupee and bellyaching about his latest, failed Broadway act. Fully acknowledging the possibility that his career was extinct, Bob believed his stagecraft wasn't enough and felt that something was missing from his production, something big, something SUPERFANTASTIC! While he continued to walk the floor in a frantic pace, two squeegee cleaners were outside on the ledge cleaning his window, which happened to be wide open, when one of the men reached over to pump up the volume on the radio to an instrumental of the Misfits' latest, and quite menacing diss-track, “You Gotta be Fast!” As he tapped his feet to the beat, he confessed to his assistant that, in all the time that had passed, he finally realized that he had been conducting a musical without music. But now, after hearing the crunchin' noise of Pop-rockin' perfection blaring from out of the boombox, he felt sure he'd be a true success with his idea to merge popular music with his Broadway Magic act! Back on the sunny beach of Santa Monica, California, Jerrica and the Holograms were enjoying a merciless game of volleyball as Rio looked on from the deck with a large order of hotdogs and beverages for himself and the girls to enjoy during lunch. Standing with one knee propped up on the banister and dressed from head to toe in his brand new, hot-off-the-rack, expensive Ralph Lauren outback gear, Rio expressed to his friend that he and Jerrica were extremely close, yet a universe away. He went on to gush about how bad he had it for her, and also examined the possibility that she was hiding something from him. Throughout the conversation, while listening and contemplating an answer from a male's perspective, his pal slid the tray of hotdogs away to reveal a recent edition of Showbiz Daily Gazette that read: “Merrit seeks top Rock stars for new Broadway musical.” And in a snap, Rio sprang over the wooden rail, accidentally kicking the tray into the air, and galloped over to the Holograms to notify them of their new gig as Broadway stars! Deep in the shopping district of Los Angeles, at the local gym, the Misfits were creating a little friction with one stringent workout session. Eric stood strong in his velour sweatsuit while immersed in reading his own copy of Showbiz Daily and devilishly grinned at the topic of the day. At the same time of relaying the information to the Misfits, he commented that the competition was their ticket to superstardom, and promised that they would get the part before Jem had a fair chance. Roxy, Ms. Agent Agitator herself, found the time and the breath, while toning up her arms on the weight machine, to exclaim verbatim: “Who cares about Jem and the Jerks.” Pizzazz performed a considerable feat of sit-ups as she laid elevated on the weight bench, but that didn't stop her from pronouncing the Misfits as the ”best band around!” Meanwhile, Stormer achieved a whole lot of lifting and twisting all while dangling upside down from the pull-up bar, and had no problem admitting that Jem was a superb performer. Still and all, she couldn't hold back from wondering where she originated from. Then, once again, Roxy added more insult to the injury, this time by commenting that “Little Ms. Perfect” was probably a crook! Even though they were on the same wavelength with their thoughts, the matter meant so much more to Stormer who called into question why the world never knew her real name. During that time, Pizzazz added her opinion to the chorus of allegations, then the three troublemakers burst into 16 bars of, “Who Is She Anyway?” After wrinkling the newspaper and tossing it aside, Eric asserted that he had a concrete plan to put Jem in her place. And he proved his word several minutes later by presenting an assemblage of reporters with an exclusive interview he conducted in his office at Misfits Music Studios. With microphones and cameras crowded around his desk, the scam artist began soaking up the limelight with an uproar of controversy about Jem, even suggesting that she was wanted by the FBI. He further addressed the public with an offer of $100k to anyone who could provide details regarding her real identity. Seconds later, just after landing on the rooftop of the Heliport and exiting the copter, Jem, Rio and the Holograms were ambushed by a pack of rabid reporters who were starving for answers surrounding Eric's accusations. Startled by their animalistic lust for exposure, Jem asked what was going on, while Aja and Kimber questioned their reason for bothering them. Before long, the prime-time model pushed through the news team with her group trailing behind and they ran out the front exit and over to a taxicab that was parked at the curb to shuttle them across town to the Hotel Americana Inn. Inside the cab, while freaking out, but secretly taking joy in the danger of speeding through busy traffic, Kimber turned to Jem and asked what just happened! In response to her sister question, Jem said she hadn't the slightest clue. Suddenly, the red-headed cabbie turned around and mentioned that the news outlets were rampant with reports of Eric's big dollar reward in return for Jem's secret at which point Rio shouted that he wasn't surprised by that creep's involvement. Meanwhile, inside the empty concert hall at the Palace Theater, the Misfits rocked their audition for Bob and his assistant. Shortly afterwards, the kooky producer responded that they were wonderful, but that he had one last group to audition...and that's when Jerrica and the Holograms arrived...late, but nonetheless, fashionably fabulous and prepared! The moment was perfect for Eric to strike while the iron was hot with a smart remark about the Misfits being more punctual than they are, and commenting about the Holograms' inability to perform without their lead singer. But Jerrica swiftly shut him up by remarking that Jem was backstage changing. Once the conflict subdued, she left the auditorium to a secluded area where it was safe to transform into Jem. Roxy stood huddled together with her group and intimated that what Merrit couldn't hear, he couldn't possibly hire. She then took off backstage and upstairs to the sound booth to fidget with the equalizer system in a desperate attempt to destroy Jem's audition! Incidentally, while looking downward through the glass window, the bleach-blond guitarist almost got more than what she originally bargained for, when Jerrica pinched her ruby star-earring and began to morph into Jem! Lady Luck must have been shining down with perfect timing because Roxy suddenly decided to cross over to the other side of the booth where she started pressing every button available, triggering Jerrica's holographic function and causing the colorful spotlights to spaz with a screeching sound that resonated throughout the entire theater! At that instant, her eyes shuttered from the neon flashes of red, yellow and blue and she quickly realized she had turned the wrong dials. It took less than a second for everyone to run backstage to investigate with both bands reaching the bottom of the stairs at exactly the same time Roxy came walking down and lied blatantly to Bob, alleging that Jem was to blame for the disturbance. The award-winning vocalist instantly denied her empty rhetoric and beseeched Bob to believe her, which he did, and permitted her to commence with her performance. Once she placed all the drama aside, the lights slowly dimmed down and she eased softly into her live rendition of the tearful ballad, “Can't Get My Love Together!” Kid sis Kimber's lyrics struck a chord within everyone present, particularly with Stormer who spent the full 10 minutes trying to fight back losing absolute control of her emotions. Then, just as the last tear fell from Jem's eye, the lights reappeared and the Holograms were treated to a round of applause from Bob...a kind and respectful gesture that angered the Misfits to no end! At that moment, the tireless theater promoter noticed the grim mood in the room, so he decided that, rather than blurt out a winner at random, he would announce the results publicly on the Lin-Z Pierce show at 8:00 sharp. Later that night, the talkshow studio cameras rolled as both bands appeared on either side of the room to get the skinny on the turnout of the competition, along with the rest of the world watching. Finally, Ms. Pierce got right to it and introduce Bob just as soft whispers began to escape the lips of her audience after he walked over in a persistent manner and kissed the peppy VJ on her cheek. And, after dragging on for several minutes, he then announced Jem and the Holograms as the official winners! Roxy and Stormer sat despondent, but Pizzazz ignited like a forest fire and scoped the studio high and low for a way to exact her revenge on big Bobby, finally settling with a washout by snatching the emergency fire extinguisher, releasing the pressure on the valve and blasting his shaggy toupee straight off his casaba lol! To alleviate the tension on stage, Bob continued that the Misfits were listed as their understudies, and that if anything happened to their successors, then they would automatically become the stars of the show. Unable to avoid smiling at the thought of Eric's scheme, Pizzazz cunningly and sarcastically asked whether he was certain that Jem would hold up until opening night. The next day, at the Palace Theater, shortly before rehearsal, the wealthy songstress was hounded by a con artist who offered a fake check for a zillion dollars on behalf of the so-called “Be a Zillionaire” sweepstakes in return for her signature and real name. Only then did a fortune teller by the name of Mama Pama Bama approach her and reveal a crystal ball that was wired with a recording device to pick up audio of her admission regarding her identity! As the gypsy astrologer cradled the ball in her hands, she became weary and started to doze off while asking Jem if she was asleep to which she replied that she didn't even want to take a nap. Fuming with anger, Bob demanded for everyone to leave, and cautioned Jem that if she didn't take control of the situation at once, then he would replace her with the Misfits! Back at their hotel suite, Jerrica summoned Synergy for advice and the purple, holographic provider simulated that, in the wrong hands, her holograms could be used for evil and innocent people could get hurt. She then reminded her that she must not tell anyone about both her existence and Jem's true identity. Growing more and more restless by the second, Aja suggested that they work on their song for the show and Jerrica seconded her guitarist's comment. Both women walked into her bedroom where she stumbled upon Rio standing at her dresser drawer just before deciding not to snoop through her belongings and asked what he was doing there. The beads of a cold sweat began to form on his face and the swarthy stud started tripping over one word after the next, leading Jerrica to believe that he was working against herself and her band! With a quick shake of his head, the Spanish loverboy snapped out of his stuttering stupor and explained that the situation wasn't what she assumed it to be. Opting to keep the conversation short and sweet, Jerrica hit back with a claim that he was spying on her, then yelled at him to get out of her bedroom and her suite! Minutes later, Rio reported back to the theater and interpreted to Bob that Jerrica AND Jem would not be attending rehearsal, and then he darted out the exit with Aja, Shana, and Kimber who suggested they search for her sister at Central Park. Keeping right on schedule with the show, Bob hollered out to the Holograms that he needed them to return back no sooner than 8:00 on the dot. The second the team arrived at the park, they split up to embark on their search. And that's when Rio spotted her in the distance and ran over to talk about the situation that transpired at the hotel. Jerrica was a little out of sorts as she stood face to face with the possibility of revealing her truth while questioning his reason to eavesdrop on her. The seductive music exec wasn't planning to grapple with anything too trivial, which explains why she was thrown off guard when he figured that she shouldn't have felt iffy about his curiosity for Jem...unless she wasn't the woman she appeared to be! As her eyes grew wide, Jerrica turned away and clutched her sharply-stylized star earring to project an illusion of Jem in the distance to ease his mind. All seemed to be solved at that time. But, unfortunately, Eric's cash reward was still the talk of the town. And when a money hungry citizen noticed the pink-haired, millionaire superstar standing alone unprotected, he hollered out for the crowd to collaborate with chasing her down, and they ran her out of the park! Right then and there, Rio divulged to Jerrica that he was wrong and dropped his head in humiliation as he walked away. Located west of Manhattan, inside the Misfits' personalized hotel suite, Roxy paced around the room mulling over the whereabouts of Jem and her bandmates, while Pizzazz planted her caboose on the floor, lounging on top of a throw pillow in grand style, with a sure-fire plan to keep Pop's hottest sensation from showing up on time for her evening performance. She was merely obsessed with upgrading her status from understudy to Rockstar Goddess of the Music Hall, and that was her primary reason for insisting that Stormer go to work on her typewriter and mash out a phony letter to Jem from her Romeo pleading to meet him at the Statue of Liberty to apologize and reconcile. Correspondingly, the sizzling hot singer hopped on a ferry and held the love letter in her hands, reading and rereading each word all the way to Liberty Island, where she skipped 20 stories above to the crown of the statue to wait for her man. Lurking silently through the darkness of the hallway, Pizzazz appeared in the doorway, fastened and snapped tightly in her rugged hitman attire (with a pair of killer brown, suede heel-boots, btw), waiting for her subject to turn her back. The rocker then locked the door behind Pop's princess and disappeared out of sight! While looking downward at the ground for Rio, Jem heard the ferry captain holler, “Last boat to Manhattan”, and scampered for the door, but she couldn't pull it open. Below, at the exit, a security guard asked Pizzazz if there were others left upstairs and she replied that there wasn't a soul in sight! Just as the ferry departed, Jem realized she had been set up, when she detected Pizzi waving bon voyage from the boat deck lol! Determined to return to land, she took her star earring out of her earlobe and threw it down to the ground near two construction workers to project a hologram of herself. However, once they recognized who she was, they remembered the prize reward for her identity and chased her all the way back up to the crown of the historic statue! Itching to seize their fortune, the men unlocked the door and were solicited right away to use their speedboat, but the dark-haired fellow put her on pause and demanded one boat ride in return for her secret. At last, free from a cold, steel doom, Jem stepped inside their boat to leave and witnessed the evil power of money, when one of the men pushed the other overboard into the water to avoid having to share the cashola with him. About midpoint from land, the crass brute jumped out of the boat and onto the deck where he commanded Jem to show him her other face, and she delivered the goods by pulling off her own head to reveal a spitting image of the construction worker himself! The three-dimensional effect had him shaking in his boots to the point where he lost control of his reflexes and backed himself off deck into the cold, choppy waves of the Hudson River! Because of her considerate heart, Jem wasn't going to allow the man to perish, so she threw him a circular life preserver, then sped off to the docks where she met the same female cabbie who picked her up before and asked her to point the taxicab in the direction of Lincoln Center and gun it onward to 53rd and Broadway! It wasn't but about four seconds until the cab shot straight down the street and stalled directly in front of an enthralling Chinese parade—10 seconds of her life that she couldn't afford to waste—so she jumped out the vehicle and came across a group of kids who were skateboarding and promised them tickets to her show in exchange for one skateboard, in which she rode in the opposite direction down the sidewalk, through the subway, and down a flight of steep stairs, all while leaping tall bounds over the turnstile and landing inside the train. Now that's what I call extreme talent right there! Upon reaching Lexington Avenue, the train stopped and out flew Jem and a horde of star-struck passengers who hunted her down for their chance at glory and fame. Her fuchsia, Kelly LeBrock high heels soon brought her to the entranceway of a hang gliding convention. Shooting through, she quickly dipped into the elevator and drifted clear up to the observation deck where she snatched a hang glider from out the hands of a glider enthusiast and dove off the side of the building like some supernatural Spiderwoman. With a snug grip of the safety bar, Jem rocketed through the air, eventually landing squarely on the rooftop of the Palace Theater! Inside, backstage, Aja, Kimber, Shana and Rio crossed their fingers while circling the polished floor in hopes that their chance to perform was still official with Bob who stood by waiting impatiently and inclined to relinquish the show to the Misfits. Shortly after that, Pizzazz sneered to Kimber that it was high time the Holograms became “Holo-junk!” Though his leading lady was only a few clouds away, Merrit refused to wait one second longer, and the decision was made for the Misfits to take over...but, you see, situations such as this only allow for ONE outcome. After all, when are the Misfits ever lucky enough to come out on top?! With her attention directed at the Theater's skylight, Shana noticed Jem coming in like a hypersonic aircraft and signaled her arrival to the other bandmates. Poor Pizzazz would have bet any amount of money on Jem's failure to wiggle into her outfit on time but, of course, she put her to shame the minute she posed inside the doorframe of the security exit wrapped in her showstoppin' gown, and came easing down the stairs into the arms of Bob. The stern producer then escorted her out to the stage where she struck up the band and brought down the huge spotlight. At the start of her big number, the red velvet curtain dangled high above center stage as Jem portrayed exemplary showmanship while snappin' and tappin' with 14 synchronized line dancers all of whom joined her in shaking her fanny to the swing of the rhythm. Out of the 1,743 seats that filled the concert hall, Rio and Lin-Z chose to heighten their theater experience from the front row while whistling and cheering for their favorite Pop star, as well as for the Holograms who surfaced in the background on two separate platforms that lowered them down and onto the stage! Necessity dictated that the Misfits watch backstage at a distance, and there was absolutely nothing Pizzazz could do about it as she blew her partially wet nail polish on her fingernails, then ended up smearing the paint from bawling her fists at the sights and sounds of pure success! Afterwards, Bob hustled over to the girls and congratulated them on a superlative job at bringing down the house with their performance. Merrit was overpowered by the reaction of the crowd, even well after the stars stepped off stage. He was also aware of the show's popularity among the crowd, and voiced his gratitude with an ear-splitting invitation to celebrate at his mansion in the lush hills of Hollywood! Fans, well wishers, and a handful of celebrities overlaid the massive lawn out back, urging Jerrica and Rio to spill off to the side for a lil' kissy face. The cool, calm breeze was parallel to the magnificent sight of the nighttime sky, and Jerrica was enraptured in both as she nestled in the muscular arms of Rio while glaring deeply into his purple eyes and softly caressing his pecks. The cold sweat in deed returned, but for other reasons, and at that very second, Rio said that it didn't matter who Jem was because his mind, body and soul belonged to her. Then their eyes closed lazily with sheer exaltation and the two soulmates lost themselves in one helluva French kiss! After forcefully peeling her lips away from his, Jerrica noticed Lin-Z moving in to get the scoop on her holographic twin, so she asked Rio to keep his arms warm for her return, and then she walked off simultaneously as he commented that if he had to, he would wait forever! Now superimposed as Jem, the recording artist popped into character as Lin-Z moseyed over with her mic fired up and the need for answers on the subject of her puzzling secret. With a sound range loud enough for the world to hear, Hollywood's leading lady admitted that, yes, she uses a stage name like many others in the music game. And yes, she lives a private life away from the chatter of Hollywood. And yes, she's ordinary just like the average human being. Exuding with savoir-faire, she ended the discussion with the real question of the night, and that was whether her real name was more important or the songs that she sings. Well, the crowd sure had an answer for that, and in unison, they all screamed to the top of their lungs that her songs were in fact all that ever mattered! Satisfied with the outcome of Lin-Z's interview, as well as the response from her fan base, Jem yelled out, “LET'S SING!”, and the hot, yellow stage lights beamed down on herself and the Holograms as they joggled the outdoor stage with an encore of the very tune that captures the essence of what the New York theater world is really all about...“Broadway Magic!”
The orchestra is prepped and the stage is set with diamond encrusted confetti falling as big and bright as baguettes. Ms. Broadway is ready to spread some magic tonight! It has been five years to this date since she made her debut in the collection, and after 14 reincarnations later, she's managed to leave a lasting impression as both a meaningful and memorable statuette. I have always said that, from one end of the spectrum in Integrity's collection to the other, BMJ is probably the most fascinating version of Jem ever created! She most assuredly ranks in the Top 5, and that's neither surprising nor incomprehensible, considering her personable appearance and distinctive assets. This symphonic, showbiz soloist brings a tinge of coloration to the concert hall with the sight of her long, bright pink ringlet curls that are swept to the side of her head, giving her a formal appeal that corresponds accordingly with her theatrical theme. It's widely known that theater makeup requires a variety of looks for various productions, and the foundation, powder and contour are always on their best behavior during opening night. Just an inside observation on what I know to be true vis-à-vis this classical, face-forward traditional makeup. Another example is the unmistakable appearance of BMJ. In truth, her makeup was what I've always enjoyed the most! Jem has caked her silky soft powderpuff with high definition, matte powder, producing an airbrushed finish that's exceptionally clean and clear. Directly from her classic Mamie Van Doren “Sexy Starlet” collection, she began with applying pink highlighter in “Bright Shinin' Star” to call attention to her brow bones, and it's the perfect color for accenting her chocolatey brown eyebrows. Then, with her Lauren Bacall “Legends” collection, she selected a light tone of pink eyeshadow in “Sultry, Silver Screen Siren”, and a richer tone of pink in “Ode to Norma Jean”, both applied inside and above the folds of her eyes and outwardly in an oval shape. She's hit her eyelids with a smooth, creamy shade of pink eyeshadow in “Dainty, Tasty Shortcake”, and gently wiped on a twinkle of shimmering “Traditional Pageantry” eye dust under the inner base of her bottom lash lines. Her blue, pinkish-colored eyes stand out with a neatly drawn outline of black “Eartha Kitty-Kat” eyeliner across her upper lash lines, an underline of blue “Razzle-Dazzle” eyeliner across the waterlines of her bottom lashes, and a double coat of “Eyes of Pantomime” mascara to both her top and bottom lashes, magnifying her side-eyed stare! The color pink returns, starting with a perfect flush of cream blush on her cheeks in “Modigliani's Masterpiece.” Her lips gleam with long-lasting, non-smearing, kiss-proof lipstick in “Sexy Soliloquies and Sonnets” around her open-mouthed smile, and she wears a fresh coat of “99 Pink Balloons” nail polish on her manicured nails. I suppose I was exhilarated by the epic splendor of her marvelous evening gown right from the start, and nothing's changed! Obviously, Jem has impeccable taste and knows how to work a room while laced in a sensational gown that boom, ba ba boom, ba ba boom's when she moves! This individual style of formal wear was very à la mode during its era with its champagne-glass shape and strapless design, one that's aesthetically constructed with all frills, but no spills, for the satin pink fabric of her dress hugs her body as tight as a hand in glove! The lustrous accents are stitched together with silky folds and white ruffles that start from the bottom left and flow upward in a wave-like pattern, halting directly at her waist, and the back of her dress displays a zipper that runs down her spine! Jem's flesh-tone stockings were the best choice for showing off her pedicured footsies, which squeeze nicely into a pair of glossy, off-pink colored heels. Also, Synergy's glowing, star-shaped transmitters are supplied to dress up her ears. Her purple and silver microphone was never seen on stage at the Palace Theater during opening night, but she carries it with her now, plus 1 ticket to Ellis Island to revisit the Statue of Liberty, 2 front row tickets to Broadway, an ‘86 show bill poster, and Pizzazz's faux love letter that comes with its very own shiny pink envelope! And finally, this set comes alive with a large stage diorama of the Big Apple that's predominantly pink, black, red and silver. BMJ has turned out to be the sum total of what I expected, and is without a shadow of a doubt just another personal favorite of mine. So it wouldn't make much sense for me to feel anything less than deliriously delighted with respect to her arrival!
There's no business like show business, and when it comes to writing music, recording and singing, Jem exemplifies that expression better than anyone. And now she has musical theater to add to her profile for which she excels at with histrionic acts of genuine talent. When searching for the perfect Broadway show in NYC, theater goers are usually exposed to a dizzying array of musicals, plays and experimental works alike. As one would expect, the sheer volume of selections can make it hard for one to choose, especially if we're talking about such greats as Les Misérables, Cats, The Wiz, and Phantom of the Opera. For albeit Jem's tour on Broadway was more of a “one night only” affair, New York critics still rave about her performance, noting her work as “The greatest display of natural skill from a musician since Lena Lerner's performance in Dreamgirls!” By origin, she's an inhabitant of the Golden State, but Jem left her heart on the Palace Theater stage in Midtown Manhattan, which has now become her second home. BRAVISSIMO! 🎭
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Here are the images and details for the next LEGO Creator Expert modular, Corner Garage [10264].
LEGO 10264 Corner Garage
Available 1st Jan
AUD299.99
shop.lego.com/en-AU/Corner-Garage-10264
PRESS RELEASE
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The Corner Garage will be available for purchase starting January 1st (with no early access for LEGO VIPs). The full press release from LEGO as well as an expanded photo gallery are included below.
LEGO 10264 Corner Garage
Ages 16+. 2,569 pieces
US $199.99 – CA $269.99 – DE 179.99€ – UK £159.99 – FR 189.99€ – DK 1,499DKK – AU 299.99
Discover surprises on all levels at the Corner Garage!
Drop by the LEGO Creator Expert 10264 Corner Garage, where you’ll discover a world of fun and surprises! This amazing model comes with removable building sections for easy access to the highly detailed interior and comprises 3 stories. On the ground level there’s a 1950s-style gas station with fuel pump, kiosk and a vehicle workshop complete with a roll-up door, vehicle lift and tire mounter. At the mid-level animal clinic you’ll find an examination table, fish tank, and a waiting area with sofa, while on the upper level you’ll discover a well-equipped apartment with kitchen, TV, sofa, bed and a staircase that leads to a rooftop terrace with sun lounger, parasol and flower garden. The exterior of the building features a classic 1950s facade with signage, detailed windows and a decorative roofline, plus a sidewalk area with a tree and an ornate streetlamp. This charming addition to the Modular Buildings series has been designed to provide a challenging and rewarding building experience, full of nostalgia. Also includes a scooter, tow truck and 6 minifigures, plus parrot, bunny, dog, frog and fish figures.
Includes 6 minifigures: gas station owner, mechanic, vet, woman, man and a girl, plus bunny, parrot, dog, frog and fish figures.
The 3-level Corner Garage advanced building set comes with an array of brick-built details, including a detailed 1950s-style facade with gas station signage, windows, bay windows, arched doorway, roll-up vehicle workshop door, decorative roofline and a rooftop terrace, plus a detailed sidewalk area with tree and ornate streetlamp. This set also includes a tow truck and a scooter.
Ground level features a gas station with a bucket and a fuel pump with a flexible hose, plus a kiosk and a vehicle workshop for car service and repairs, featuring a cash register, tool rack and trolley, oil drum, tire mounter and working vehicle lift.
Mid-level animal clinic features an examination table, parrot perch, fish tank and a waiting area with sofa, armchair, table and flowerpot, plus the animal doctor’s desk lamp, microscope, mug, newspaper, envelope, scissors and syringe.
Upper-level apartment features a well-equipped kitchen with cookies baking in the oven, sink, pan, mug, salt and pepper, spoon and spatula, plus a sofa, bed, an old-fashioned TV, and a bathroom with toilet.
Rooftop terrace features a sun lounger, parasol and flower garden.
Tow truck features a working hoist.
Accessory elements include a window squeegee and a crash helmet.
Help the gas station assistant fill up the 1950s-style scooter.
Roll up the door to access Jo’s vehicle workshop, complete with tire mounter and working vehicle lift.
Remove the modular building sections to access the detailed interior.
New-for-January-2019 decorated elements include an animal clinic window, service station sign and a printed octane gas pump.
Special elements include new-for-January-2019 black ice skates, 2x6x2 window in sand blue, 1×1 medium gray roof tiles, 1×1 angle plate in dark blue and rare dark-orange elements in various shapes and sizes.
Collect and build an entire town with the LEGO Creator Expert Modular Building 10243 Parisian Restaurant, 10255 Assembly Square and 10260 Downtown Diner.
This set includes over 2,560 pieces.
Measures over 12” (32cm) high, 10” (26cm) wide and 9” (25cm) deep.
Tow truck measures over 2” (6cm) high, 5” (14cm) long and 1” (5cm) wide.
Available directly from LEGO Stores & shop.LEGO.com starting January 1, 2019.
Tour de rower ZINE
- publikacja do której 29 ARTYSTÓW ZAPROJEKTOWAŁO GRAFIKI O TEMATYCE ROWEROWEJ.
Wykonana w całości RĘCZNIE W TECHNICE SITODRUKU na papierach recyklingowych.
To nasz ukłon dla roweru, sitodruku i miasta.
Premiera Zina i wystawy post produkcyjnej
15 stycznia 2013r. Kwiaciarnai grafiki ul. Popiełuszki 19/21 lok 33 W-wa
Artyści: Valery Virag, Tośka, Leszek, 5ive, Joanka Grochocka, Egon Fietke, Oner Brems, Piotrek Chuchla, Justyna Frąckiewicz, Pepe, Siostry Borowe, Paweł Ryżko, Maurycy Gomulicki, Bartek Adamczak, Beat Gipp, Raspazjan, Hakobo, Duchamp, Es_t, Łukasz Zembaty, Ania Światłowska, Zrazik Joanna Piaścik, Paweł Gromada, Tour de Vinyl, Tind, Resko, Martiszu Ludvikez, Agnieszka, Koso- bucka, Marta Kwiatek, Marta Ignerska
zin dostępny na tdv.bzzz.net/tour-de-rower.html
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Handmade bikeworks
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15th January, 20.00 kwiaciarnia graphics, ul. popiełuszki 19/21 lok 33, wwa
All right, after two months of fighting the ink battle Tour de Varsovie managed to accomplish the efforts dedicated to handmade works that very soon will indulge your senses as well as inspire not necessarily to design on your own, but at least cycling more around the city.
is a collection of 29 graphics revolving around the thema cycling.
has been produced with our/your hands, processing stream of paint through screen printing stencils into the sheets of recycled paper. Heavy duty guaranteed.
is our tribute to the bike, screen printing technique and the city.
We would like to invite you on 15th January to our workshop KWIACIARNIA GRAPHICS. The exhibition will tell the story of the zine creation process. The artifacts used during the production: screens, stencils, paints, will be available during the show. We could not do without the master stencil model., which will be accompanied by the works published in the zine.
has been completely handmade using screen printing technique on recycled paper, several dozens of printing waste sheets.
Vernissage: 15th Jan, at 20.00
Location: Kwiaciarnia Graphics ul. Popiełuszki 19/21 lok.33, Warszawa
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until 15th Feb. Please confirm your visit in advance contacing us at: kontakt@kwiaciarniagrafiki.pl
Artists: Artists: Valery Virag, Tośka, Leszek, 5ive, Joanka Grochocka, Egon Fietke, Oner Brems, Piotrek Chuchla, Justyna Frąckiewicz, Pepe, Siostry Borowe, Paweł Ryżko, Maurycy Gomulicki, Bartek Adamczak, Beat Gipp, Raspazjan, Hakobo, Duchamp, Es_t, Łukasz Zembaty, Ania Światłowska, Zrazik Joanna Piaścik, Paweł Gromada, Tour de Vinyl, Tind, Resko, Martiszu Ludvikez, Agnieszka, Koso- bucka, Marta Kwiatek, Marta Ignerska
The zine production process facts and figures:
1 zine
2 colors, more precisely 3
30 artists
3 screens, brought to exhaustion due to overprocessing?
2240 squeegee drags
560 sheets of recycled paper, printing waste.
80 working hours, almost an equivalent of the time needed by Bradley Wiggins to win Le Tour de France in 2012.
The zine has been published by Tour de Varsovie. Tdv, devoted to city cycling, city touring, or simply getting to know the city from the bike perspective, for 4 years has been organizing bike tours tracing the warsaw street art, grafitti, architecture, arts and all possible types of activities in the city public space. Tdv promotes the prime cycling tradition, so called cycling tourism. Tdv does not fight for creating new bike paths, as they are regarded as reduction for cyclists leading to ¨ghettification¨. Tdv opts for using the bike as a tool for exploring the city without any limits of the designed paths.
tdv.bzzz.net/ | facebook.com/TourDeVarsovie
Zine has been screen printed at the Kwiaciarnia Graphics. The Kwiaciarnia Graphics is a workshop space where are created projects from the applied arts and workshop realm. The Kwiaciarnia Graphics has been active since 2012 in Żoliborz, Warsaw district, established by the artistic group Kwiatuchi (Marta Kwiatek + Kwiatek) dedicated to designing, creating, conducting workshops and a meeting place. We have been cooperating with fundations, companies, artists. At the Kwiaciarnia Graphics you could create your own projects taking advantage of the fully equipped linocut and screen printing workshop, wifi. You can also use our space to present your works, there is a 5 x 3 m wall you are welcomed to express yourself.
kwiaciarniagrafiki.pl | facebook.com/kwiaciarniagrafiki
Contakt:
kwiatku@gmail.com
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My oldest cat, Squeegee is my little alarm cat. He alerts me to everything from migraines to another of my pets being sick, and the bond between us is a close one. In fact, if Barrymore, my Siamese mix, gets in "Squeegee's place" on my bed before Squeeks has time to get stroked and loved on long enough to satisfy him before he finds a spot at the foot of the bed to sleep, he will come up to More-More and bite the living crud out of his neck out of jealousy! It's a nightly ritual, and usually Barrymore knows to stay on the other side, and not to get up there until AFTER Squeegee has his fill of attention! Barrymore will cuddle all night, but Squeeks just wants my undivided attention for a few moments!
At almost 16, Squeegee is getting to be an old boy, and I worry over some of the changes I see in him, but he seems to be pretty happy and comfortable with his life. For having spent his youth being sickly, Squeegee has been doing better than Barrymore and my late Tigger, who passed away Christmas. I'm glad because he's the light of my life! Knowing I don't have that much time left with him makes it all the more precious to me. There will never be another like Squeeks, and I love him dearly.
While the edited pic shows detail better, the original below shows more softness, and Squeegee is very soft!