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in a chapter of our lives where strangulation comes from virus and those we somehow elected, i try to focus on the things they can't control. the weather gods are not yours to buy. had a great day with old friends, clouds that insisted they were airbrushed and my cherished family.
This image shows the roots of a Florida Strangler Fig (Ficus aurea) girdling a host tree at Corkscrew Swamp Sanctuary (Florida). Stranglers start out as air plants (epiphytes), the host tree being unharmed (commensalism). Seeds, possibly carried by birds, germinate in branches of a host tree. Over months and years, the fig grows roots downward until reaching the ground. The strangling roots become profuse and eventually may kill the host tree.
This strange Florida native tree has flowers that are pollinated only by Fig Wasps, which can only lay eggs in fig flowers; a strange mutual partnership!
So , the Strangler Fig starts out commensalist, then a parasite, then a symbiont!
Amsterdam - Prinseneiland - Galgenstraat
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The name Galgenstraat refers to the view you had of the Galgenveld from Prinseneiland. Criminals were first put to death on Dam Square near the Waag by strangulation or hanging, then the corpses were taken by boat to Amsterdam North. There, the corpses of convicted criminals dangled, clearly visible to everyone so that they had a deterrent effect. The corpses were left hanging until the ropes perished or were pecked to pieces by crows.
We're an agreeable little gang really. All about encouragement and positivity you know. None of us shamelessly trying to outscore the others or anything underhand like that. Although sometimes, but not always, there's a kind of unspoken competition going on. It's never announced that there even was a contest taking place until after the event, and there's no official judging panel. What tends to happen is that the other two look at the back of your camera, coo in grudging appreciation and say something such as, “yes, you've won that one.” No big prize giving ceremony - no brand ambassadorship or gift wrapped set of brand new magnetic filters, no silverware, nor even a bottle of fizz. Chances are the award will have been entirely forgotten later or the winning image cancelled by a late entrant that was stolen from the gods at last light. As accolades go in our world, being told you've won that one is about as good as it gets.
This afternoon we were crashing around beneath the canopy in the woods at the edge of the moor, exploring the network of small tracks that led away from the main path, seeking out lone forest oddities, the ones that somehow stood out from the surrounding pack. In deepest February only the firs and spruces held their foliage, while the rest stood spartan and unadorned, save for the creeping strangulation of ivy tendrils and thick coats of green moss that spread across the bark and protected it from winter’s advance. Ferns hung from huge Ent faces in bearded tresses. And all was silent here beneath the forest roof. Except for the inane twittering of three middle aged men with cameras, who could be surprisingly noisy at times.
This fine beast of the forest was just waiting to be discovered. A soaring tower of sprawling green limbs, all knobbled and gnarled, trapped within a nest of bare twigs waiting for spring to arrive and dress them with new life. It seemed as if at any moment it might uproot itself and march across the glade in our direction, waving multiple arms in fury and driving us from the forest so it could continue its winter slumbers in peace. A perfect subject for the long end of the telephoto lens to pick out the elements that caught the eye and frame them against the dark forest background. It seemed that I was the only one who spotted it. But then again, I was the only one who was looking through the viewfinder at more than three hundred millimetres. With a wider lens, the Ent might have been lost in the forest confusion. There were a number of equally characterful specimens to be found here in the forest, but this one had the added attraction of offering a shot with a complete absence of distracting sky poking through holes in the canopy behind.
When you're rewarded with the honour of “today's winner” by your comrades, the standard response is to rebut the unwarranted praise in favour of one of their efforts with a vaguely plausible level of self denial, before reluctantly accepting the news with no small degree of sanguine modesty. Maybe a shrug in a “how did that happen?” sort of way. It simply wouldn't do to go racing through the cover, arms aloft and singing “We are the Champions,” at the top of your voice. Not cricket at all you know. I tried to remember this and merely nodded and allowed myself a quiet grin as the Tolkienesque forest guardian was unanimously acknowledged to be today's winner.
“How do you know, when you think blue — when you say blue — that you are talking about the same blue as anyone else?
You cannot get a grip on blue.
Blue is the sky, the sea, a god’s eye, a devil’s tail, a birth, a strangulation, a virgin’s cloak, a monkey’s ass. It’s a butterfly,
a bird, a spicy joke, the saddest song, the brightest day.
Blue is sly, slick, it slides into the room sideways,
a slippery trickster.
This is a story about the color blue, and like blue, there’s nothing true about it. Blue is beauty, not truth.
‘True blue’ is a ruse, a rhyme; it’s there, then it’s not.
Blue is a deeply sneaky color.”
--Christopher Moore, "Sacré Bleu: A Comedy d'Art"
La coloration jaune et noir peut, de prime abord, faire penser à une guêpe, mais ce n’est pas le cas, car on n’observe pas d’étranglement entre thorax et abdomen, qui est une des caractéristiques essentielles des guêpes, c’est un Symphyte appartenant à la famille des Tenthredidae. La scrofulaire est une plante aromatique et médicinale.
The yellow and black coloration can, at first glance, make one think of a wasp, but this is not the case, because one does not observe strangulation between thorax and abdomen, which is one of the essential characteristics of wasps, it is a Symphyte belonging to the family Tenthredidae. The scrofular is an aromatic and medicinal plant.
The first municipal building in Dunbar was a tolbooth which dated back at least to the first half of the 16th century. After it became dilapidated, it was rebuilt in the Renaissance style with harled rubble masonry from a quarry at Innerwick to create the current structure which was completed in 1593.
Used as a council chamber and as a courthouse. It was the venue for the trials and convictions of some 73 women accused of witchcraft, for which the penalty was execution by strangulation and burning.
A silent, cast iron witness to the indifference of Brussels.
Perched on a ledge at in the popular St Catherine district, this figure exists in a state of permanent vertical arrest. It is a study in urban isolation: the human form reduced to an architectural ghost, slowly surrendered to the strangulation of creeping ivy.
ꒌ ﹏﹏ КО НЕМА ДУНАВ, мора на Рајну. Ко нема Јадар и Јадран, мора на Северно море, кукала му мајка!
► █░▓ ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ BEACH GUARDING in winter. She carries a black leather bag over her shoulder with bundles of cards for different types of visitors and varying lengths of stay on the beach. The winter tariff is much steeper because her job becomes tedious and there are fewer guests. So they have to compensate for those who don’t come. She punches the cards she sells with a pliers-like device that registers the time and date of arrival at the beach by punching the edge of the hard cardboard small dark brown ticket. In case of overstay, she is authorised to collect a municipal fine, which is 15% lower if paid immediately by electronic means. PayPal and Master’s are not accepted. Visa only. In case of cash payment, she is authorised to take personal information from the identification card of the person who committed the offence. Until recently, several people who refused to pay or to provide personal information stood impaled high on the spear visible in the middle of my previous capture. Ships passing by were obliged to sound their horn once for each unfortunate citizen exhibited on the stake. We remind you that on this side of the river begins the former Spanish territory where the laws of the Inquisition used to be in force. On the opposite riverbank from which the picture is taken, in contrast, women who confessed to being witches were burned at the stake. The last such case occurred on May 29, 1608. The witch's name was Anna Muggen, God rest her soul after strangulation and the fiercest of flames.
In order to correct the historical injustice, today’s witches in this part of the world are given numerous rights, rewards and benefits, so that they in their bloodthirsty crusade can destroy as many men as they wish and thus avenge their dead predecessors. The meticulous Dutch records show that the most victims fallen to these practices belong to the actual fathers of the witches’ children. Which they consider to be a good thing (like among some spider species females kill their males after mating. They're no more needed obviously. Beware of the spider woman!).
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Disgrâce cruelle du temps qui passe et de la pourriture qui emplit mes poumons , l'air vicié me pourfend l'âme et accroit les angoisses qui finalement m'étouffent . Alors quoi , ma respiration quotidienne provoque-t-elle ma mort par suffocation ?? Ou n'est-ce qu'un mensonge fabriqué par mon esprit afin de me faire oublier la solitude de la mort qui m'obsède et me crispe ??
How do you know, when you think blue — when you say blue — that you are talking about the same blue as anyone else?
You cannot get a grip on blue.
Blue is the sky, the sea, a god’s eye, a devil’s tail, a birth, a strangulation, a virgin’s cloak, a monkey’s ass. It’s a butterfly, a bird, a spicy joke, the saddest song, the brightest day.
Blue is sly, slick, it slides into the room sideways, a slippery trickster.
This is a story about the color blue, and like blue, there’s nothing true about it. Blue is beauty, not truth. ‘True blue’ is a ruse, a rhyme; it’s there, then it’s not. Blue is a deeply sneaky color. - Christopher Moore, Sacré Bleu: A Comedy d'Art
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! xo💜💜
Hello everyone today i show you my lastest moc which is a fantasy/elfic moc it represent ruins of an old elfic temple abandonned and forgotten in the nature . I don't do these type of moc often but I enjoy building it so there will be more like this in the future .
Also I made this moc for showcasing Legolas that I've buy recently (this is my first lotr minifigures that I purchased )
I hope you will like this moc , it took me actually 2 week to build and I'm pretty happy with the result .
youtube video : www.youtube.com/watch?v=h88580zPMDM&t
Story :
The people of the elves were ravaged by war, they died by the hundreds in increasingly violent enemy assaults. The enemies used dark magic that killed elves in their sleep, the symptoms were all similar; a feeling of strangulation then spasms that shook the whole body after that it was the end. But a purebred elf named Elya when he was stricken with these symptoms and the village doctor believed him to be dead, he had a vision; for the war between the elven peoples to cease he had to go to the sources of his people, he said he had had a vision of a temple with two elven statues overhanging it and in front of this temple was an alcove of wood where found a pure elvish diamond. From there Elya left her village in search of this mystical and sacred temple which would give her the key to resolve the conflict.
Found a place on the tinterweb that was offering a great deal on tie die clothing.
Being aware that this is the height of fashion for wannabe hipsters I ordered copiously, and today they turned up.
Strange though... I was expecting lots of colour and a kind of handmade patterny finish. Giving them the benefit of the doubt, I proceeded to put them on, and hoping to kick-start my hipster rating, I thought it sensible to put them all on... as more is always more stylish, right?
And as they rose up and began their death flail around my puny neck I suddenly realised that tie die isn't spelt that way...
*sobs*
I know you'd love to:
Strobist:
Splendidly ginormous Bowens Gemini Pro 500 with softbox camera left and above at 45 degrees to me, set on 3. Second Bowens with disappointingly smaller softbox camera right at same angle, also set on 3. Triggered by cable.
Portrait of a Cheetah at Serena Mara Safari Lodge.
EXPLORE SEPT 27,2008 #310
Cheetahs like other cats,kills their prey by strangulation.They hunt mainly medium sized antelopes,partculary Thomson's gazelles and impalas.This one is a male and friendly.
PLEASE VIEW LARGE.
Dieffenbachia
Also known as Dumb Cane or Mother-in-law's-tongue, this common tropical house plant contains toxins which may be harmful for pets or small children. Chewing on the leaves or stems causes extreme pain in the mouth and throat, excessive salivation, intense numbing of the tongue, and localized swelling. These effects are rarely life-threatening but in rare cases severe swelling of the throat may lead to strangulation.
The Amur Tiger, also called the Siberian Tiger has a "Head and body length of 9 to 12 feet; a tail length of 3 to 4 feet; and a weight of which males are 400 to 675 pounds and females are 220 to 370 pounds. Tigers are the only striped cat. The coat varies from dark orange to reddish ochre with the belly, neck, throat, and insides of the limbs being a creamy white. The vertical stripes may be black or dark brown. Amur (Siberian) tigers are the lightest -- as well as being the largest -- of the tigers, and have longer coats than do their southern-ranging relatives.
In the Amur Tiger, females’ territories may either be exclusive or overlapping, with range size being dependent on the density of the prey species. Males’ ranges are larger and usually overlap the ranges of several females. They are active chiefly at night. They can leap distances of 16 to 20 feet, and 6 feet high. Tigers are not unsocial, despite the fact that they usually hunt alone and, in fact, often come together to share a kill. Neighbors often have amicable relationships. Females spend a large portion of their lives accompanied by cubs. Tigers are tolerant of a wide range of climates and habitats, only requiring adequate cover, water, and prey. They depend primarily on sight and hearing for hunting, and kill by strangulation or a bite to the back of the neck. They will bury the remains of a carcass and may return to feed from it for several days. Tigers can eat as much as 88 lbs. of meat at one time. Although they are excellent hunters, only 10% of all attempts result in a kill. They lead a nomadic life, travelling long distances in the winter in search of food. They can endure intense frost, but when travelling in deep snow they tire rapidly, and must rest often. Vocalizations include woofs, roars, rasping grunts, purring, soft grunts or puffing sounds called “prusten”.
Dear madame,
We were so happy to hear about your tragic demise,
Your strangulation came as quite a surprise;
Just the fourth this week, you should be proud
Such a glamorous way for your time to run out.
And now your corpse lies amid the fallen debris,
Your elegiac thoughts amid the elegiac leaves,
Your last breath was long, whilst your time was not,
Don't kick up a fuss, or we'll leave you to rot.
We're here to be courteous, if you'll let us speak
Here's an invitation to the social event of the week.
You've been requested; your presence is desired,
A stopped pulse is the only attire required,
So come along, see what we have planned
at the Masquerade Ball for the Damned.
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sometimes, I think I like halloween just a little too much.
Lots in comments!!
"You cannot get a grip on blue.
Blue is the sky, the sea, a god’s eye, a devil’s tail, a birth, a strangulation, a virgin’s cloak, a monkey’s ass. It’s a butterfly, a bird, a spicy joke, the saddest song, the brightest day.
Blue is sly, slick, it slides into the room sideways, a slippery trickster.
This is a story about the color blue, and like blue, there’s nothing true about it. Blue is beauty, not truth. ‘True blue’ is a ruse, a rhyme; it’s there, then it’s not. Blue is a deeply sneaky color.”
- Christopher Moore, Sacré Bleu: A Comedy d'Art
When I was shooting this pic, I realized (AGAIN) how much I needed to get a macro lens
So, yesterday, I decided to go looking
But before that, I thought I should just stop by the mall...
Why?! Becoz I do stuff like that :)))
The next thing I know, I see a pair of shoes, that are calling my name
Then I see a dress that is calling the shoes' name
So I decided to bring them together..
For their sakes :D
Ugh...the Kate Spade bag would have killed me
Soooo...I come home lens-less :(
AGAIN!!!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5iTNU3xtDFA
May the skies be ever so blue where ever you are xxx
Cheetahs like other cats,kills their prey by strangulation.They hunt mainly medioum sized antelopes,partculary Thomson's gazelles and impalas.This one is a male and friendly.
PLEASE VIEW LARGE.
EXPLORE SEPT. 7,2008 # 403
Operational figures of the Berlin fire department : Possible suicide:
Number of rescue operations increases massively
The rescuers moved 2020 so far 294 times under the keyword
"Almost strangulation/ hanging" off.
In the previous year, there were three comparable deployments, in 2018 seven.
Berliner Zeitung', 10.11.2020
The Berlin fire department is registering an extreme increase in operations in the current year under the keyword "Almost strangulation/hanging, now awake with breathing difficulties". In 2018 there were seven deployments under the internal deployment code 25D03, in 2019 there were three deployments according to the Senate Interior Administration. In 2020, there were already 294 assignments under this code by October. This is the result of a response from the Senate Department of the Interior and Sport to a question from individual member of parliament Marcel Luthe.
Due to data protection, it is not apparent from the pure deployment figures,
where the extreme increase in the numbers for the keywords "almost strangulation/ hanging" comes from. According to statement of Micha Quäker, active firefighter and regional chairman of the German fire-brigade union,
the alarm keywords, the internal categorization and the allocation of said cases within the fire department statistics has not changed in the last three years.
From his daily experience as a firefighter on duty he could confirm: "The suicide rate goes in these times upward, like also the cases of domestic force. Quäker told the Berliner Zeitung.
In other countries, comparable developments are directly explained by the corona pandemic and the accompanying circumstances. This was the title of an article on the pandemic in the USA in the "Tagesschau":
"US scientists warn that in the next few years up to 75,000 more Americans will die either through alcohol or drug abuse or through suicide".
Jack Westfall, director of the Robert Graham Center in Washington, said on ARD television that job loss and the associated existential fears most often led to suicide. "The second factor is deep social isolation. We have never had anything like this before. Neither here in the USA nor anywhere else. We know that social isolation causes psychological disorders and thus greatly facilitates suicide and drug abuse.
Marcel Luthe, who had asked about the figures, told the Berliner Zeitung about the new figures of the Senate Interior Administration: "Every single one of these cases is the result of deep despair. Where this comes from and why there is such an immense increase, the Senate must clarify and immediately eliminate the causes, which in many cases can cost human lives".
Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)
[7. Dezember 2020]
L'île de Saint-Cado est reliée à la terre ferme par une chaussée d'une centaine de mètres .
Cette chaussée est dite "miraculeuse" car, suivant la légende populaire, Saint Cado désirait un pont pour relier l'île séparée de la terre par la ria d'Etel .Mais manquant de moyens, il reçut un jour la visite de Satan. Celui-ci lui proposa d'en faire la construction à la condition d'avoir en récompense l'âme du premier être vivant qui passerait sur ce pont. Saint Cado accepta. En une nuit, Satan aidé de sa mère construisit le pont. Mais au petit matin, Saint Cado y lâcha un chat et le poursuivit pour l'obliger à traverser cette chaussée. Fureur du constructeur qui voulut détruire son oeuvre. Se doutant de la colère de Satan, Saint Cado eut le temps de bénir le pont et engagea avec Satan un combat dont les rochers, proches du pont, en gardent encore les marques. A cet endroit a été élevé un calvaire du nom de "Pen er pont".
Arrête ! avait crié Satan à sa mère qui apportait une dernière charge de pierres. Elle la laissa tomber dans le courant, formant ainsi les îlots qui coupent en deux bras la ria d'Etel dans l'étranglement du Pont-Lorois.
The island of St. Cado is connected to the mainland by a roadway of a hundred meters.
This road is called "miraculous" because, according to popular legend, Saint Cado wanted a bridge to connect the island separated from the earth by the estuary of Etel. But lacking means, he received a visit from Satan. He proposed to build it on the condition that he would reward the soul of the first living being who passed on this bridge. Saint Cado agreed. In one night, Satan helped by his mother built the bridge. But in the early morning, Saint Cado dropped a cat and pursued him to force him to cross this road. Fury of the builder who wanted to destroy his work. Suspecting of Satan's anger, Saint Cado had time to bless the bridge and engaged with Satan a fight whose rocks, near the bridge, still keep the marks. At this place was raised a calvary named "Pen er bridge".
Stopped ! shouted Satan to his mother who was bringing one last load of stones. She let it fall into the current, thus forming the islets which cut in two arms the estuary of Etel in the strangulation of the Pont-Lorois.
Releasing helium balloons can be harmful to the environment and wildlife. Balloons can travel long distances, becoming litter and posing risks to animals. They can be ingested by animals, causing injury or death, or become entangled in balloon strings, restricting movement or causing strangulation. Additionally, balloon releases can lead to power outages when metallic balloons contact power lines.
Strangulation.
ہاتھوں کو پریشان کرنے والے ہاتھوں کے ہاتھوں کو شدید حوصلہ افزائی کرنے والے ہاتھوں سے گزرے ہوئے لاشوں نے خوابوں میں مصیبت پھیر لیا. کمزور کمزوری پریشان کن پہیلیاں,
impairments casus, ignota post meridiem sole demissam demergi totam plantam tenebris agentium ordo prorsus vestigia poenae opibus subversiva sui genii addens ritu neglegentia dilabebantur involutiones affectionum nostrarum dæmonia insanus nervosi uillis mersatur, missusque voces murmurationis,
cunoașterea psihologică coborârea cotațiilor poetice presiuni groase dezechilibrate planuri periculoase explorări viclene detașamente deconectate,
consumeren vreselijke ideeën rampzalige kunst wanhopige afschuwelijke zenuwen slapende bijgelovige primitieve reacties duisternis gewaarwordingen aandringende skeletten,
irrationale lösung grotesker wahnsinn interpretationskräfte fangen abscheuliches chaos geschriebene phantasmen unbewusste sinne wirbeln geier wütende ideen auf,
ものすごく集中計算不可能な方向性格異星人恐ろしい脅迫クロール脳駆除部門過激な気候ドキドキ頭悪性精神建築ルータニスト演劇.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Looking toward the approximate location where Clarke's Yard used to be on Poplar High Street in East London.
On 20 December 1888, Rose Mylett (or Catherine Mylett), was found dead inside Clarke's Yard.
She was discovered by Police Sergeant Robert Golding at 4:15, & apparently felt the position of the body was somewhat similar to the confirmed Ripper victims, but did not attribute death to the Ripper as there were no signs of injury, nor clothes torn.
A faint mark that looked like the imprint of a string that was found on her neck led to the suggestion of strangulation.
She is generally not considered a victim of Jack the Ripper & likely is not.
Taken in 2016, & after looking up the spot recently, the spot where the yard used to stand seems to be to the right of the "Norwood House" sign.
Also went to Casebook.org to refresh my memory on some of the details.
Nikon F4. Kodak Portra 400 35mm C41 film.
Visiting Ta Prohm Temple near Siem Reap Cambodia in the late afternoon is like being dropped into the set of an Indiana Jones movie. Exotic birds and insects and monkeys are chirping in the surrounding jungle, the sinking sun is casting deep shadows, the tree roots continue their relentless strangulation of the temples and walls, and the tourists are fleeing quickly for the exits, running the gauntlet of the aggressive souvenir vendors, in order to be out of the jungle and back on the tour buses before dark.
The entire area is truly fascinating - there are more than a thousand temples spread over miles, and you wouldn't be able to see all of them if you stayed 6 months.
Many trees in Epping Forest - unless actively managed - are covered with ivy which can cause damage to the trees themselves.
First time I'm trying this kind of picture. I'm not completely satisfy and this theme has been done a billion time but it was more a try than anything else!
This week has been so intense. I think my teachers want to kill us.
Update : Man, it's the third time one of my pic is added to the explore of yesterday! Come on, what's the matter? T_T
Explore Highest position: 46 on Thursday, February 12, 2009
Class: Mammalia
Order: Carnivora
Scientific Name: Panthera tigris altaica
Range: Amur River Valley in the Soviet Far East
Habitat: Deciduous and evergreen forests
Diet: Wild: Red deer, wild pigs, serow. In summer they eat grass, cedar nuts, fruits and berries. Zoo: Feline diet, once a week horsemeat/rabbit/chicken.
Gestation: 104 to 106 days usually; possible 93 to 111 days
Litter: 2-3 usual, 1 to 6 possible
Life Span: 26 years in captivity, probably less in the wild
Description: Head and body length 9 to 12 feet; tail length 3 to 4 feet; weight: males are 400 to 675 pounds and females are 220 to 370 pounds. Tigers are the only striped cat. The coat varies from dark orange to reddish ochre with the belly, neck, throat, and insides of the limbs being a creamy white. The vertical stripes may be black or dark brown. Siberian tigers are the lightest -- as well as being the largest -- of the tigers, and have longer coats than do their southern-ranging relatives.
Behavior: Females' territories may either be exclusive or overlapping, with range size being dependent on the density of the prey species. Males' ranges are larger and usually overlap the ranges of several females. They are active chiefly at night. They can leap distances of 16 to 20 feet, and 6 feet high. Tigers are not unsocial, despite the fact that they usually hunt alone and, in fact, often come together to share a kill. Neighbors often have amicable relationships. Females spend a large portion of their lives accompanied by cubs. Tigers are tolerant of a wide range of climates and habitats, only requiring adequate cover, water, and prey. They depend primarily on sight and hearing for hunting, and kill by strangulation or a bite to the back of the neck. They will bury the remains of a carcass and may return to feed from it for several days. Tigers can eat as much as 88 pounds of meat at one time. Although they are excellent hunters, only 10% of all attempts result in a kill. They lead a nomadic life, travellling long distances in the winter in search of food. They can endure intense frost, but when travelling in deep snow they tire rapidly, and must rest often. Vocalizations include woofs, roars, rasping grunts, purring, soft grunts or puffing sounds called "prusten."
Reproduction: Tigers may mate at any time during the year, but most frequently from November to April. Births are usually spaced by 2 to 2.5 years, although occasionally by as much as 3 or 4 years. If the entire litter is lost they may produce another litter in 5 months. The young nurse until they are about 6 months old, and males grow more rapidly than females. The young usually leave their natal range when they are 2 years old and their mother has another litter. Some female cubs never leave, eventually forcing the mother out of her own range. Females enter estrus every 3 to 9 weeks with receptivity lasting 3 to 6 days. The cubs open their eyes at 6 to 14 days and begin to travel with the mother at 5 or 6 months. The mother teaches them to hunt, and they are usually capable hunters by the end of their first year. Sexual maturity is reached by females at 3 to 4 years, and by males at 4 to 5 years. About half of all cubs die in the first 2 years of life.
Did You Know?
* Seldom found far from river or other water sources, tigers are very strong swimmers and enjoy lounging in the water.
* The Genus name, Panthera, is Latin for a 'panther,' or 'leopard.' The species name, tigris, is Latin for 'tiger.' The subspecies name, altaica, refers to the Altai mountain range of Siberia.
Source: www.clemetzoo.com/animals/index.asp?action=details&ca...
We looked at the Lackey,* and saw that those shameless souls hire themselves out to do whatever menial task, or take whatever position of assured destruction they're placed in.
The thug, in contrast, rather than groveling for their imagined dues, are motivated by a perverse pride in which they assume they have all might, and all intellect, to take all that they desire.
Both are hopelessly out of touch with reality.
While the lackey futilely dreams of a rise in the ranks, the thug, in an equally vain measure, imagines themselves on an upward trajectory through their own inherent abilities.
The word "thug" ultimately comes from the Hindi word thag, meaning "rogue," "thief," or "cheat." This, in turn, is derived from the Sanskrit word sthaga, meaning "scoundrel," which comes from the verb sthagati, "to conceal."
During the British colonial period in India, the term "Thug" (often capitalized) was used to refer to members of a network of criminal gangs known as Thuggee. These groups were professional robbers and murderers who preyed on travelers, often by strangulation, sometimes in the name of the goddess Kali.
The word "thug" entered the English language in the early 1800s, directly from Hindi, to describe these Indian criminals. The earliest recorded use in English is around 1810.
By 1839, the meaning of "thug" broadened in English to refer generally to a "ruffian, cutthroat, or violent lowbrow." It became a general term for a violent, aggressive, or lawless person.
This is the modern thug. Excessively assured of their own might. Persistently proceeding under a mental 'plan' that does not include much past their next 'score'. Never worried, but always self-assured in their own personal merits that they can overcome anything and anyone.
Until the day, usually quick in coming, that they either lead themselves into a fatal fall of their own foolishness or, in the world of comics, the bone crushing fist of a super-hero.
While there is some pleasure in seeing them fall due to the circumstances of their own making, the two-fisted justice of super-heroes raining violence upon the thug is more immediate and satisfying.
Whatever the thug had thought of their own brute strength is revealed to be nothing more than a gnat in the face of a hurricane. Thinking themselves a shark amongst guppies, they suddenly, painfully, find themselves a minnow in a maelstrom.
The irony sits well, as the thug has invariably spent their lives subjugating those who were weaker and suddenly finds themselves as impossibly weak before the caped justice of spandex and icons.
But, like the lackey, no matter how many thugs are pulverized under the colorful superhuman might of heroes, more will quickly take their place.
Which just makes for good comics!
⚡ Happy 🎯 Heroclix 💫 Friday! 👽
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.
Secret Identity: None, and no one wants to know
Publisher: All
First appearance: The first time a big guy kicked sand in a little guy's face at the beach
Created by: Greed and stupidity
* As seen in BP 2024 Day 96!
The Fontana del Moro is one of the three monumental fountains of Piazza Navona, in Rome. It was built by enriching a polylobate tank by Giacomo della Porta from 1575-76, based on a project by Gian Lorenzo Bernini, completed in 1654 by Giovanni Antonio Mari and financed by Olimpia Maidalchini.
An initial intervention by Bernini was not accepted by the pope. A subsequent attempt finally met the favor of Innocent X: a powerful human-marine character who, standing on a large shell, holds by the tail and strangles with his legs a dolphin, who wiggles in vain. Water flows from the fish's mouth as a result of strangulation:
Bernini, in fact, in his fountains always tried to provide a logical justification for the escape of water, giving it at the same time a spectacular character. The somatic features of the figure vaguely recall the characteristics of a colored man: it was for this reason that the statue was first called "of the Ethiopian" and then "of the Moor", a name that was eventually extended to the whole fountain.
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La fontana del Moro è una delle tre fontane monumentali di piazza Navona, a Roma. Fu realizzata arricchendo una vasca polilobata di Giacomo della Porta del 1575-76, sulla base di un progetto di Gian Lorenzo Bernini, completato nel 1654 da Giovanni Antonio Mari e finanziato da Olimpia Maidalchini.
Un primo intervento del Bernini non fu accolto dal papa . Un successivo tentativo incontrò finalmente il favore di Innocenzo X: un personaggio marino-umano dalle dimensioni possenti che, ergendosi su una grossa conchiglia, trattiene per la coda e strangola con le gambe un delfino, che si dimena invano. L'acqua sgorga dalla bocca del pesce, come risultato dello strangolamento:
Bernini, infatti, nelle sue fontane tentava sempre di fornire una giustificazione logica della fuoriuscita dell'acqua, donandole al contempo un carattere spettacolare. I tratti somatici della figura richiamano vagamente le caratteristiche di un uomo di colore: fu per questo motivo che la statua venne detta dapprima «dell'Etiope» e poi «del Moro», nome che venne esteso infine a tutta la fontana.
One of the Weeping Angel statues from Doctor Who catches up with Firefly's Jewel Staite in a corridor off the lobby of the Hyatt Regency during Dragon*Con.
Many moons back, for a Vivid Imagination Challenge, I did this image up: Oscar Night. It was actually a collaboration challenge with two images being offered up for manipulation, strangulation and just a general kick in the pants, as it were. Afterwards, me ol' buddie' ol' pal, Franky2step, printed off an enlargement for me, of which I took a photo of whilst it sit upon my desk, all propped-up like. Anyway, I chanced upon it of late and thought it might be subject for further abuse.
Thus, I present my offering for the Interiors challenge over at the Kreative People group.
Yes, and taking the mystery out of the photo, this is yet another shot of a CPR Dummy from an advanced First Aid course.
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We went to Washington DC recently and when my camera wasn't killing me with Error 99 messages, I took some pictures. This one of the Capitol building I happen to like.
And while in the process of posting this here picture a little story came to me. Maybe you will like it.
The Gaseteria.
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Do you accept tips?
Yes Ma'am.
Here take this. A filthy wad of cash pressed his way. Never cheat on a woman.
She turned over the ignition checking her lipstick in the mirror a practice made of habit. The big El Dorado V8 revved to life and a moment later she was taillights on Highway 60.
A little while passed. He looked up from where he was dozing in the little shack out by the pumps. His second customer of the night pulls in to the station disregarding the neat hand-lettered sign that says exit.
The little bell tinkles as the big white walls crunch gravel and stop.
Howdy. The passenger door clunks open a man steps out. Fill it. He says. Snapping shut a silver zippo and exhaling fresh smoke.
He looks at the man. Looks at the cigarette drooping from his lips. You tryin' to get us blown up? You can't smoke and pump gasoline together. He looked at the youth in his greasy overalls. Your doin' the pumping, he spat. I'm smoking. So why don't you get at it.
At least he stepped away from the car. Over to the bushes to take a leak.
The driver rolls down his window and pops the hood. Check the oil too kid.
The little chimes of the pump count time in tenths of a gallon.
Everything's fine mister. He shuts the hood.
You seen any other customers tonight, son?
The station boy swallows.
Maybe a pretty blonde driving a blue El Dorado?
Why, yes sir. There was real good-lookin' gal stopped by here 'bout, well, bout an hour ago.
You don't say?
Yeah she was goin' the other direction though.
Which way, South?
With a clank from the nozzle, the chimes stopped counting time.
He screwed the cap back on to the tank and shut the little panel that hid it.
The passenger appeared from the dark. What was he doin' all the way back behind the garage?
All I got are twenties. That okay?
He normally didn't have that kind of cash on hand but there were a couple of fives in the lady's wad.
He went back to the shack and scooped up enough to make change. The passenger got back into the car.
Here you go mister. Money exchanged hands.
The driver rolled up the window. Put the purring vehicle in drive and as he came so he went a crackle of gravel under the big white walls.
The boy went back into the shack and sat on his stool. He glanced over at the girlie magazine and reached for his coke. That's when he noticed the odd thing about the bills remaining from the blond's purchase and subsequent tip. There was writing on them.
To Whom It May Concern:
Please note that I Elizabeth Paige, born Larry Page 1936 Chicago, Illinois to Mr and Mrs Lawrence Page of 300 Chestnut St have had sexual relations with the president, first lady, vice-president's wife, the attorney general, the secretary of the interior, the head of the fbi, congressman perkins from Ohio, senator wills from New York, the surgeon general, congressman Lloyd and his wife and chauffeur, the ambassador to the soviet union and several kgb agents. One british born banker and a Tibetan man I knew only as Sandrak and 2 or 3 catholic priests.
He reached the end of the writing on the first bill and looked around for the promised sequel to this first salacious page of confession.
Disappointed he picked up the ten dollar bill before him.
and as the course of my own depravity led me deeper into the good graces of some very rich and influential personages. I was made to witness countless acts of what I then assumed was devil worship but now know for something much more unspeakable.
He turned the bill over.
Oct 13 - Subway car collision kills 85 - Gerold Adams - Strangulation. Attendees included vice, rear admiral cooper, secretary of state, justic olmert, perfumed lady, others.
Sep 12 - Deeter Flood washes away New Cross Settlement, Hope, Ga - Frank Simmons, Ricky Toya, Laura Grange, Catherine Hunter - electrocution xmas lights.
August 11 - He looked up only to be blinded by the headlights shining through the window in the little shack. A loud crack punctuated his thougtrs.
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A black buick, it's chromed front fender dented and hanging a little to the left pulled off the shoulder and onto the highway. The tires crunched gravel and a second explosion might have been the auxillary tank cast a dull orange glow over the little patch of desert where the Gaseteria was engulfed in flame.