View allAll Photos Tagged stutter
Another fine piece of art from the MoMA this time a jazzy coloured young girl shuffles past Mondrian's "Broadway Boogie Woogie ". Mondrian, who had escaped to New York from Europe after the outbreak of World War II, was delighted in the city's architecture. He was also fascinated by American jazz, particularly boogie-woogie, finding its syncopated beat, irreverent approach to melody, and improvisational aesthetic akin to what he called, in his own work, the "destruction of natural appearance; and construction through continuous opposition of pure means—dynamic rhythm." In this painting, his penultimate, Mondrian replaced the black grid that had long governed his canvases with predominantly yellow lines that intersect at points marked by squares of blue and red. These atomized bands of stuttering chromatic pulses, interrupted by light gray, create paths across the canvas suggesting the city's grid, the movement of traffic, and blinking electric lights, as well as the rhythms of jazz. So New York!
Lazy attempt at stop motion.
Sorry about the stuttering... I need to invest in an intervalometer... or just a plain old stop watch.
Keep an eye on the lower left branch - there's a recurring visitor.
2 BBY
Raxicorus Prime
Oceanview Trade Port
Ships blaze overhead as I trudge through the crowd of merchants, customers, and Imperial officers that usually fill the streets. I adjust the parcel slung over my shoulder. Dad’s going to be pissed if I don’t get these parts to him in time. My feet pick up their pace and I practically jog to the front of his hut. My dad, Markus Corporus, has run a sort of antique outpost since we moved here about a decade ago. It’s a fun place to work, and I’ve been picking up stuff for him to sell or tinker with since I was old enough to learn how to pilot a speeder. I’m sixteen now, which kind of worries me. The Empire has been cracking down on drafting regulations since their conflict with the Rebellion has increased to all new heights. Luckily, they’re not too worried about getting troops from the Outer Rim territories like Raxicorus, but still. It’s enough to make someone scared.
I look up and smile as I see the dusty, rusted surface of Corporus Curiosities, my dad’s shop. Quickly, I move under the roof of the hut and look around for my dad. Not seeing him, I call out into the empty store front.
“Hey, Pops?”
A crashing sound comes from somewhere in the back, and I see a part of the back wall slide open to reveal my father walking out. His emerald work robes were spattered with oil, and he was wiping grease off his forehead. He looked over at me and smiled.
“Jaxon! Afternoon, son. I was just helping some of the other venders fix up the converters on the market’s generator. It’s been running a little funny for the last couple of days, and we figured out what was wrong just a little while ago. Anyways, what’s that?”
I hand him the bag and he begins to sift the contents.
“Uxam had some extra parts he was willing to spare. I figured we could use them to spruce up the engine on the Fox. Maybe work on doubling its power?”
He chuckles, “You really are the son of an engineer. Sure, we can work on it once I close shop tonight. Maybe play a couple rounds of Sabacc too?”
“Sounds like a plan. Maybe I’ll join in as well?
We both turn around in reaction to the new voice, crisp and somewhat chilling. I felt my face bring on a look of disgust, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t. Not after what he did.
“A-ah, Tarum. I, um, I didn’t think you were scheduled to come home so soon,” Pops stuttered. My older brother, Tarum, was standing there with his usual black outfit signifying his rank of Imperial pilot. He ran his hand through his slicked back ginger hair, and cracked a smirk.
“Well, the Emperor believes that we should get at least an occasional break. Hunting down Rebel cells is rather tiring, after all.”
My father shifted uncomfortably as his eyes scanned the area, and I looked over to the end of the alley our shop was located in to see a woman in grey Imperial clothing flanked by two troopers. They march over to us, the woman walking up to Tarum.
“Is this the man you wanted me to meet, Officer Corporus?” she asked, her voice hinting at slight loathing. I could pick up something about her. She feels like my brother is wasting her time. You can tell by her body language.
“Yes, Admiral Geeris. This is my father, Markus Corporus. Father, this is Admiral Yvette Geeris, my commanding officer.”
“P-pleasure to meet you.”
Pops was practically shaking as he reached his hand out for a handshake. Geeris hesitated before accepting it. The troopers just stood there silently, their blasters resting in their hands. Why did Tarum bring them here?
“I’ve heard much about you, Mr. Corporus. The records on you are outstanding. You were possibly one of the best engineers for the Republic during the Clone Wars. A true war hero, if you ask me. It’s a treat for me to get to see your son rise in my ranks. He’s a gifted pilot, possibly the best in my entire brigade.”
Pops just nods his head awkwardly while Tarum stands there, beaming. What a suck-up. Geeris looks around my father’s shop.
“Battle droid parts...firearms from what I’m assuming were Naboo smugglers by the shape...engine parts…”
Her eyes rest on a white and red suit of trooper armor my father has displayed.
“Shock trooper armor? Looks like an early model. Right at the beginning from the Empire’s formation?”
“Eh, I don’t know where or when it’s from,” Pops shrugged, “Won it in a bet from a podracing tournament on Tatooine a few years back. Figured I could fetch a few credits for it.”
“Yes...well, the reason we’ve arrived is because of a transmission. One of our fleets intercepted a message to the Rebels on this planet. Given this outpost is the most populated area, we figured we’d check here. You haven’t happened to have seen something unusual, Mr. Corporus? It would be in your best interests to tell us. The Emperor himself would be most grateful.”
“Rebels? Here? No, I don’t believe so,” Pops quickly spit out, "I haven't seen anything."
Geeris made a slight attempt at a smile. She nodded, bid my father good day and thanks for his help, and began to walk back towards the ship bay. The two troopers stood there for a moment before following her. Now my brother just stared at us, agitated.
“Well, it was so nice to see you two again. Goodbye, father. Brother.”
He strides off, and my father lets out a sigh of relief. We both begin to set up the new equipment he wants to sell, until a shock of cold goes up my back. I look down at my arms and flip my jacket sleeves back to see rows of goosebumps forming. Pops looks at me.
“I have a bad feeling about something,” I mutter. He nods and rushes over.
“Here. Take these parts with you to the Fox. Gather anything you can from the house you think we’ll need, and get to the docking bay immediately. Don’t look back. If I’m not there, then you start the ship and leave to Dantooine. Understand?”
“Yes,” I say calmly, but my body is shivering. In the distance, we hear the familiar roar of twin ion engines. Pops grimaces and pushes me to the wall, opening the secret door that leads to an underground passageway. Few know about it, but it was used to hide supplies during the Clone Wars. The tunnel is one of a large system, snaking through the entire trading post and living areas. It’s not on any Imperial maps, making it non-existent. As I head down the dark passage, my ears pick up sounds of screams and blaster fire. I feel my eyes start to burn as a tear runs down my face. Pops worked so hard to keep his involvement hidden. It was Tarum who was blinded to the true workings of the Empire. He can’t see their true faces. He betrayed our father, and he betrayed me. I grimace as I think about what he’s done. Now isn’t the time for vengeance, though. I need to get to Dantooine and give Vuldrix the news about what’s happened. I don’t know what I’ll do then, but I’m clear of one thing. This is where it starts. My fight. My quest.
My rebellion.
Olney State Forest, The Watagans, New South Wales, Australia
Vulnerable
Contact me on jono_dashper@hotmail.com for use of this image.
All three photos posted this morning were taken yesterday, 14 May 2016, when I went on a morning walk with birding friends. We met at the Boat Launch in Fish Creek Park and walked in the Sikome and Lafarge Meadows areas. This included checking on the usual Great Horned Owl family - all four members were way up high in the trees, more or less hidden from view. Later today, I will add the list of bird species seen.
After this walk, I drove a short distance to see a different family of Great Horned Owls, presumably the same pair of adults that we had seen last year, nesting near the Bow Valley Ranch. Amazingly, this pair had four - yes, four! - owlets this time. Somewhat better views than of the first family, at least for the short time I was there. My photo shows one of these young ones, busy preening. They are still at the unsteady stage when they move along a branch. Love how the camera makes it look like the owl was right in front of me, when it was actually very high up in a tree.
"With its long, earlike tufts, intimidating yellow-eyed stare, and deep hooting voice, the Great Horned Owl is the quintessential owl of storybooks. This powerful predator can take down birds and mammals even larger than itself, but it also dines on daintier fare such as tiny scorpions, mice, and frogs. It’s one of the most common owls in North America, equally at home in deserts, wetlands, forests, grasslands, backyards, cities, and almost any other semi-open habitat between the Arctic and the tropics.
Great Horned Owls are nocturnal. You may see them at dusk sitting on fence posts or tree limbs at the edges of open areas, or flying across roads or fields with stiff, deep beats of their rounded wings. Their call is a deep, stuttering series of four to five hoots." From AllAboutBirds.
www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Great_Horned_Owl/id
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_horned_owl
Bird list from our leader, Melanie S:
Fish Creek PP--Boat Launch, Calgary, Alberta, CA
14-May-2016 9:00 AM - 12:10 PM
Protocol: Traveling
3.5 kilometer(s)
Comments: 10 to 15 deg C. Sunny. Nature Calgary field trip, leader Melanie Seneviratne.
46 species (+1 other taxa)
Canada Goose 24
Gadwall 8
American Wigeon 10
Mallard 22
Blue-winged Teal 4
Northern Shoveler 1
Canvasback 1
Redhead 7
Lesser Scaup 6
Common Goldeneye 2
Common Merganser 2
Pied-billed Grebe 1
Double-crested Cormorant 4
American White Pelican 5
Great Blue Heron 1
Osprey 4
Northern Goshawk 1 Flew over car park as we were leaving.
Swainson's Hawk 4
American Coot 4
Spotted Sandpiper 4
Wilson's Snipe 1
Franklin's Gull 3
California Gull 1
Rock Pigeon (Feral Pigeon) 2
Great Horned Owl 4 2 adult 2 juveniles
Downy Woodpecker 1
Northern Flicker 2
Northern Flicker (Red-shafted) 1
Pileated Woodpecker 1
Black-billed Magpie 2
American Crow 2
Common Raven 5
Tree Swallow 250
Barn Swallow 1
Cliff Swallow 20
Black-capped Chickadee 1
White-breasted Nuthatch 1
American Robin 12
European Starling 10
Clay-colored Sparrow 2
White-crowned Sparrow 1
Savannah Sparrow 3
Song Sparrow 1
Red-winged Blackbird 30
Yellow-headed Blackbird 6
Brewer's Blackbird 1
Brown-headed Cowbird 5
quick incantation
stuttered utterance
of whispered wind
what will you blow me?
my storm-gates I've lowered
slowly
This craft is not the venerable T-65B from the the original trilogy, nor is it the T-70 from the new trilogy. This X-Wing is the XJ-3 model featured in the old Star Wars Expanded Universe material of the 80s and 90s. The XJ-3 was built by Incom to supplement the newer, more advanced, but considerably more expensive and complex E-Wing fighters. The advancements made over the T-65 model are newer engines, bolstered shields, and a better armament. The XJ-3's laser cannons could be fired in "Stutter-fire" mode, which allowed it to shoot through the shields of Yuuzhan Vong ships (which also means that it shoots blue pew pews instead of red). Instead of 2 torpedo launchers, the XJ-3 had three.
18 years ago, I saw James the band for the first time live. They are my favorite band and they have been with me for more than half of my life. This is my record collection and a rendition to them. Thank you for the soundtrack of my life.
Five-0: youtu.be/rOBriyEH-dc
Herman's Pond, Rancho San Rafael, Reno, Washoe Co, Nevada (May 17th, 2018). 21. Large county park in NW Reno.
Male, in the throes of the comical swollen-neck, tail-up bubbling/stuttering courtship display, beating the water into foam with its big expanded-end bill to the accompaniment of staccato popping noises. The photo shows the display at its height with the water at its bubbliest.
More shots of the bubbling display--
www.flickr.com/photos/fugl/35185735265/in/album-721576818...
www.flickr.com/photos/fugl/39828318910/in/album-721576818...
www.flickr.com/photos/fugl/50941115392/in/photostream/
More Ruddy Duck photos--
Great Horned Owls are nocturnal. You may see them at dusk sitting on fence posts or tree limbs at the edges of open areas, or flying across roads or fields with stiff, deep beats of their rounded wings. Their call is a deep, stuttering series of four to five hoots.
Cole looked at the woman, clearly impressed, awaiting her payment. She leaned forward to Archer making sure to put everything out there, her voice sultry with age and experience. "Don't you think I could pay you, some... other way." Her red lips curled up and seemed to get plumper. Archer stuttered in shock, "I.. uhm... as tempting..." they cleared their throat. "As temping as that is ma'am," they said in all seriousness. "We only take Galactic Coins."
ARCHER -
FEATURING
[DS] Strapped Pants 02
[DS] Strapped Shirt 02
[DS] Group Gift - Punked Collar
L'Emporio&PL::*Dragon's Grip*::
Wicca's Originals - Bullseye
OUTFIT/ACCESSORIES
WINGS-ER0714-HAIR
Grexor Boots FATPACK / Legacy
Hiemal Stella Dagger Earring Blood Drop Right
Astara - Daddy's Belt
Chipped Nails - Legacy M
Gloom. - Felicis Collection - Sclera 02 - Fatpack
TATTOOS/ADDONS
AsteroidBox. Shredded Nets - Black w/ Bandages
TF: Machinist (M) :: LelX : Face With Hollow - Light (50%)THIS IS WRONG The Leader tattoo FADED LIGHT RED - BoM EvoX
COLE -
[DS] Strapped Pants 02
[DS] Strapped Shirt 02
[DS] Group Gift - Punked Collar
Evil Baby Moonchild Glasses
Cult Umu Boots
M E M E N T O FVTE Rings
WINGS HAIR-TZ1110 Red
SPACE COUGAR -
OUTFIT -
*barberyumyum*P02(anime)
[MODA] BETTY DRESS: LEOPARD
Foxwood - Space Pup Pack - Gold
[Fetch] Alicia Glasses
THE LOOK -
UNHOLY_Green Alien
Izzie's - LeL Evo X Anger Wrinkles
Izzie's - LeL Evo X Bunny Wrinkles
Izzie's - LeL Evo X Smile Lines
SET UP // BACKGROUND
Confort Travel - Rix Cuchao - The Bearded Guy
Cerberus Black LowLag by VIX MOTORS
Haunted Warehouse - Bio Hazard Bucket Spilled - Breaux Willow
Haunted Warehouse - Bio Hazard Bucket - Breaux Willow
Haunted Warehouse - Bio Haz Spill - Breaux Willow
I tried using HDR for this photograph but due to cloud movement, which results in an unsightly stutter effect, I simply masked the lower half onto the upper half to create a proper toned image.
IF YOU VIEW THIS ON BLACK I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER :)
THIS IS VERY LONG. BUT IT’S ONE I REALLY SUGGEST YOU READ.
My body swayed as the heat caressed every part of me. Absolute white pierced my vision when I looked into your face. It was so bright that my eyes couldn’t stay open but somehow I still saw you. Light radiated out of your skin so vividly that I couldn’t make out the details. In that moment though, the utter awe that consumed me silenced everything else.
“Come away with me.” Your words…your voice. There are no words that I could use to describe the pure beauty of it. Like water and thunder. There was such a beautiful tenderness yet still, such power, in those four words. I always imagined your voice to echo off of mountains and for birds to flock in fear as they flew in all directions. It was more than that. It was so much more. The stuttering of my heart had the faintest whisper of all those people lifting their voices. All those people crying out your name.
Your hand reached for me. I was frozen still as your fingers touched the boney part of my chest. I gasped. It was like I had walked head first into a hurricane. This wall of pressure swallowed me in such a peaceful way. The workers that beat my heart were swallowed in this tsunami of feeling. All the colours, all the light, all the emotions of the world rolled into one beautiful fusion that rushed through the wires of my veins. I could no longer breath on my own for the air that filled my lungs was much too sweet. Strength prickled down my spine. I tried to open my eyes, I tried to speak but you were just too overwhelming. I never truly appreciated or understood the term ‘beautiful’ until your presence seeped through my worldly flesh and bones. I never honestly understood your love until your arms embraced me and your lips, covered in sweet honey, spoke into my ear. “Open up your heart and let me in.”
Before I could understand any of this you were fading from my grasp. I swear, I swear I saw you smile. Or maybe it was simply the reflection of my own upturned lips. All I know is that when the light left after you and all I had to breathe was the stale air of my bedroom, I was certain that I was loved.
Come away with me, come away with me
It’s never too late, it’s not too late, it’s not too late for you
I have a plan for you. I have a plan for you.
It’s gonna be wild. It’s gonna be great. It’s going to be full of me.
- Jesus Culture, Come away with me/Let me in
Maddie sent me a really interesting flickrmail, simply asking for some guidance as to what to do to strengthen your faith. Where to start. All that jazz. Honestly, it’s all pretty overwhelming and it all seems so crazy. I’m one to doubt everything about my faith because of how logical I am.
So Maddie and any one else who’s interested, my honest truth is that I’m not sure if I would believe in God like I do, or even at all if I didn’t feel him. So many people have this strict christian regime. You read your bible. You go to church. You call yourself a christian. You believe god died and came back to life. Okay cool. But here’s the deal…sure those things are important but what happens if that’s not even the point? What happens if there’s so much more?
Matthew 7:21-23 ““Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. Many will say to me on that day, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name and in your name drive out demons and in your name perform many miracles?’ Then I will tell them plainly, ‘I never knew you. Away from me, you evildoers!’”
I know I’ve used this verse before but it’s always on my heart. It has bothered me for a long time and no, I don’t know the complete meaning but God has given me a revelation. Your “Christian 101” book isn’t going to cut it. The beauty of having faith is having a relationship with God. Do you think someone who loved you enough to give their only son only wants to hear you say “God, You are Lord.” ? He doesn’t need us. He wants us. He wants our love. He wants to love us. Your faith will not grow or be strengthened because sooner or later you will have had read the bible through, said all the prayers your pastor says, proclaimed God is real. You won’t see the millions of messages God can give you with only one verse if you don’t have a relationship with him.
My writing simply tried ( and I mean tried because it’s nearly impossible) to describe the beauty of the holy spirit. The way God absolutely consumes you.
But if you’re looking for tips right now, my advice:
Listen to Jesus Culture. (especially their new album come away) (or any Christian band ha). Listen to the lyrics. Let his beautiful power move through the praise and worship and touch you.
Go to your bible. Read whatever’s there. Get a bible reading plan maybe. You’re not going to be able to necessarily find a verse that fits your situation in life until you get to know the bible really well. But a good place to start is 1 John chapters 1 through 5. It’s almost like a handbook to our faith. It’s pretty awesome and reassuring.
Pray. Pray like never before. Blast music. Get quiet. Do what you want but really try praying. Don’t feel dumb or try to use big words just because your pastors do. Talk to God like you’d talk to anyone. You might not hear him, you might feel weird as if you’re just talking to the wall. Keep praying though. He will touch you. But remember our faith isn’t about feeling God and getting, getting, getting. It’s about giving praise to the most glorious God.
Overall, those steps are simple things you can do. But if you don’t allow yourself to have a relationship with God you risk not feeling him in a way that is so powerful. In a way that my writing just can’t do justice.
The love you’ll feel for and from God is unlike anything ever. I hope this can remind you of that. I hope this can touch you in a way that reminds you how much you just want god.
"What you say might be too much for some people. Maybe it will come out all wrong and you'll stutter and walk away embarrassed, wincing as you play it all back in your head. But I think the words you stop yourself from saying are the ones that will haunt you the longest.
So say it to them. Or say it to yourself in the mirror. Say it in a letter you'll never send or in a book millions might read someday. I think you deserve to look back on your life without a chorus of resounding voices saying 'I could've, but it's too late now.'
There is a time for silence. There is a time waiting your turn. But if you know how you feel, and you so clearly know what you need to say, you'll know it.
I don't think you should wait. I think you should speak now."
--Taylor Swift
This really hit me for some some reason. I just felt the need to share it for anyone who doesn't have Speak Now yet.
Quickly, Mirror Master jumps out of the Mirror World into our world. He grabs a large metal bar and gets ready to swing it at the mirror so that Barry cannot leave the Mirror World. Inside the Mirror World, Barry jumps from mirror to mirror quickly to get to the portal before Mirror Master can break the mirror.
“Run, Barry, run!” Iris yells out
Barry gets to the last mirror and launches himself into the air.
Mirror Master begins to swing the metal bar.
The bar crashes into the mirror, but not until the Flash gets his head out of the mirror. Barry jumps into our world as the mirror shatters into a thousand pieces. A large shard lodges itself into Barry’s neck and thus causes him to drop to the ground quickly.
“Barry!” Iris yells as she runs to Barry’s side. She grabs him and lifts his back up into the air. “Barry, it’ll be alright! Wally! Hurry!”
As Wally approaches, Mirror Master aims his gun at another mirror and quickly shoots it so that he can leave quickly. He brings the pipe with him so that he can break the mirror behind him. He successfully does this before Wally can arrive next to Barry and Iris.
“Barry! What happened, Iris?”
“He got hit by the mirror.”
“I’ve got to get him to the hospital!”
”D-d-don’t… Iris... I…”
“Barry! Don’t leave me. Barry, you can’t do this.”
”Iris, I-I can’t feel my legs…”
“Don’t worry, Barry, I’ll get you help.”
”Don’t b-bother…”
“What?”
”It’ll be too… t-too late.”
“No, Barry, don’t leave me!”
”I can feel it… My heart is slowing… By the time I get there, I’ll be gone…”
”Stop that, Barry! Let me take you to the hospital!”
“Barry, I love you. I don’t want you to go.”
”Let me take you to Bruce, he has to have some kind of device that will help you.”
”No, he can’t help. No one can.”
“Barry, I love you.”
”I love you too, Iris… I always have…”
”Barry! Let me take you.”
“We were supposed to grow old together.”
”I’m so sorry.”
“No I am… It’s my fault…”
”No it’s not. I-I… should’ve st-stopped him when I-I had the chance… (COUGH)(COUGH)”
“Barry, don’t do this.”
”I love you, Iris.”
”Barry…”
”Take over here, Wally. I trust you.”
Barry Allen’s heart beat begins to stutter. Wally tries to check it, but he cannot feel it any longer. Wally jumps to his feet and grabs a metal chair. He throws it into a wall. The chair flies through the wall and into the next room. Iris begins crying uncontrollably as Barry’s eyes close.
“I love you, Barry.” Iris says as Wally takes Barry into his arms and begins to run him to the nearest hospital. He barges into the building and sets him onto a gurney. He yells for help and a nurse runs to his side.
“What happened?”
”He has a glass shard lodged in his neck. You need to help him.”
“He has no pulse.”
”Can’t you help him?”
“I can try. I need a doctor over here!” A doctor runs over to the gurney that Barry is laying on. The nurse rolls him into an operating room and closes the door behind her. Wally slumps down onto a nearby bench and waits for results.
Moments later the nurse slowly comes out of the room and sits next to Wally.
“We… We got the glass shard out of his spine, but unfortunately…” Wally doesn’t let her finish. He wraps his arms around her and begins crying on her shoulder. The shocked nurse wraps her arms around Wally to comfort him. The two sit there in silence as the nurse comforts Wally. “It’ll be okay…”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So, yeah... Almost (if not more than) two years have gone by since I began writing Flash stories for the DCSG. When I first started I was promised to write Wally, as well he's my favorite, but we had to somehow kill off Barry to make way for Wally. This led to one of the main things that was supposed to happen in the group wide event "DOOM." If you remember about a year ago, me and Chris, SupremeDalekDunn, had began kicking off this event with the small Batman&Flash and Superman&Flash stories entitled "Countdown to Doom" and well... the countdown seemingly never stopped.
So here we are today, I asked Chris just a few weeks ago if it would be alright if I went ahead and did this myself, and he surprisingly (at least to me) said yes. So, I got to writing and building to make this volume one of the best things I've written, and while I'm not 100% sure if I accomplished this, I really had fun writing this and cannot wait to write Wally in the near future.
Oh, one more thing, there are still a couple issues left in this volume, so stay tuned for those. :D
Song Sparrow (Melospiza melodia) at the Richmond Nature Park.
"A rich, russet-and-gray bird with bold streaks down its white chest, the Song Sparrow is one of the most familiar North American sparrows. Don’t let the bewildering variety of regional differences this bird shows across North America deter you: it’s one of the first species you should suspect if you see a streaky sparrow in an open, shrubby, or wet area. If it perches on a low shrub, leans back, and sings a stuttering, clattering song, so much the better.". - www.allaboutbirds.org
PLAY YOUR PLAYLIST*
1.List nhạc gồm ít nhất 30 bài.
2. Đặt máy nghe nhạc/chương trình nghe nhạc của bạn ở chế độ Ngẫu nhiên (shuffle/random).
3. Với mỗi câu hỏi, ấn next song để biết câu trả lời.
4. Bắt buộc phải viết tên bài hát dù nó ngu si như thế nào đi nữa so với câu hỏi.
5. Tag thêm 10 nạn nhân.
...
1.Nếu ai đó nhận xét rằng "Bạn rất ổn!" bạn sẽ nói
- Soom – B2ST =))) * breath in breath out *
2. Bạn sẽ tự giới thiệu như thế nào về bản thân?
- Say no – B2ST =)))
3. Bạn thích điều gì ở 1 chàng trai/cô gái?
- Wanna B – Block B
4. Hôm nay bạn cảm thấy như thế nào?
- Fucking Perfect – P!nk * AAAAA *
5. Mục đích sống của bạn?
- Imagine – CNBlue =))) * đúng ghê *
6. Phương châm của bạn?
- One last cry T_T : N-Train
7. Bạn bè nghĩ gì về bạn?
- Danger – F(x)
8. Bố mẹ bạn nghĩ gì về bạn?
- Perfection – Super Junior M * A điuuuu * =))
9. Dạo này bạn hay nghĩ đến chuyện gì?
- Lonely – 2NE1
10. Câu chuyện cuộc đời bạn ?
- One fine Spring Day – RyeoWook =(((
11. Khi lớn lên bạn muốn làm gì?
-Ice Cream – JOO ft Teuk =))) * loool *
12. Bạn nghĩ gì khi nhìn thấy người bạn thích ?
- Don’t Move – Block B =)))
13. Bạn sẽ hát bài gì trong đám cưới?
- Sunshine – Kan MiYoun feat JunSu
14. Trong đám ma của bạn, người ta sẽ hát bài gì?
- Clap your hands – 2NE1 * Lol =)) Tui đã làm nên tội tình j` =(( *
15. Sở thích của bạn?
- Hoot – SNSD
16. Bí mật lớn nhất của bạn?
- Fly – K.R.Y [ Lol tui biết bay =)) ]
17. Nỗi sợ lớn nhất của bạn?
- Lucifer – SHINee =)) [ Yup ! ]
18. Điều bạn muốn ngay lúc này?
- Little Dimple ♥
19. Bạn nghĩ gì về những người bạn của mình?
- Angel – Super Junior =)) [ Never =)) I’m an Angel . You’re EVIL =)) ]
20. Nếu bạn nuôi một con chó , tên nó sẽ là?
- You You – Untouchable =))
21. Bộ phim yêu thích?
- Black and White – G.Na =)) * ý nói tui thích chó đốm =)) *
22. Hành động điên nhất vừa làm?
- Calling You – B2ST
23. Nhạc công sẽ chơi bài gì trong tang lễ của bạn?
- Stuttering – Fefe Dobson [ ?? ]
24. Điều gì khiến bạn cười?
- When the doors close – DongWoon feat DooJoon
25. Điều gì khiến bạn khóc?
- Without you – 2PM
26. Bạn đã kết hôn chưa?
- Virus – B2ST =))
27. Điều gì làm bạn sợ nhất?
- Just a dream T_T
28. Có ai thích bạn không?
- No other – Super Junior =))) [ What the … ? =)) ]
29. Nếu được quay ngược thời gian, bạn sẽ thay đổi điều gì?
- Replay – SHINee
30. Ngay lúc này điều gì làm bạn tổn thương?
- Like this or that – 5Dolls
(*) Ai bị tag vô thì tự động trã đêeeee =))
- Pon
- Khỉ
- Kà
- Sue =)))
- Annie
- Min
- Yun
- Myn em =))
-Pông
Sáng chưa nghĩ ra h` bo64 sung cha chẵn 10 nhé =))
...You'll always be my porcelain
I crossed my heart, but I stuttered too
So truth or dare, was I good to you?
Haven't had enough of you all to myself
Still right beside you in sickness and health
For ever after you will be my home
And there's no place like home
Dearly Departed -Marianas Trench
Another photo from another little adventure with my mother. :P
So... About that new Marianas Trench album, I've got to admit, I really do like it. Particularly this song. Honestly, I haven't really listened to them in a few years, so when Astoria came out, it kind of felt like greeting old friends to me? I don't know, it's just a bit of an unusual feeling since they were a very big part of my life a couple years ago. ^^;
I mean Acadia was even named after one of their songs. I'm such a gross nerd, ha ha.
Hope you all are having a good week!
"The gentleman caller in the blue suede shoes
He don't know what to do
He just wants to look good for you
So he rushes in to tell you what he did today
But he can't think of what to say
I think you listen anyway
He wants to have a good time just like everybody
He doesn't want to fall apart
You watch him as he stutters over what to say
It's just a little game you play
It's no easier for you some days
You wish that you could tell him it'll be okay
But you feel a little shy these days
Cause everybody goes away"
I like me, yo, you like me?
Cause I like me, do you like me?
See I like me, cause He likes me
God likes me, yo, you don't like me?
Short, big nose, big lip
Kinda stutter but I, but I never trip
Got my daddy's swagger and I walk with a limp
Got a hot wife, no need to be a pimp
Never been cute, never been fly
Since Ive been changed got that twinkle in my eye
Got my grill fixed, now I smile when I speak
Tell me who that is, yo, that's the Jesus Freak
~Kirk Franklin
Julie -004a
3 Oct 14
This video was shot hand held with an iPhone SE II, while also shooting with my DSLR using a remote stutter release, you can hear the camera motor drive in the soundtrack. You could say that I had my hands full.
I am color...blind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am
taffy stuck, tongue tied
Stuttered shook and uptight
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am...fine
I am covered in skin
No one gets to come in
Pull me out from inside
I am folded, and unfolded, and unfolding
I am
colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am...fine
I am.... fine
I am fine !!
(+2)
All rights reserved. Copyright by V.Bures. Pictures taken by V.Bures. For any questions please contact me.
.....or how far can I throw a MacBook Pro! Cause its driven me bloody mad trying to process this panorama,blue wheels, rainbow wheels, stuttering, freezing, the damn lot! How it would cope working wit mages from a Cany 5DArMk4d with mega - megapixel images. Grrr Looks like I need an upgrade. Anyway moan over. This is a Panorama taken at Milvale Street Middleport, Stoke on Trent. All these derelict and deserted buildings face onto the Trent and Mersey canal. The main Kiln in the middle (ish) is a square calcining kiln. To the far right you can see the end of the shell of the building that once was Port Vale Mill, which milled flour.
The Kiln is a listed building, but the Mill is not!
This site is a mere couple of hundred yards from the Prince of Wales Trust sponsored "Middleport Pottery" site home of the recent BBC2 series "The Great Pottery Throw Down".
Marianna steped out of the great hall and looked out into the snowy courtyard, hearing footsteps behind her. "Oh, Uhm, Hi." she stuttered and tried to smile big with out any hint of dissapointment on her face. "How was uh, the dance?" she asked making sure her voice didn't sound any bit shakey. Mari wrapped her arms around herself, "I should have brought a jacket," she joked.
Just a few seconds ago, Hank was slowly dying, until he heard something that knocked him out. Everything was black, hollow, like a cave. There the paneling looked metallic, yet, felt like cement. And then he heard something.
-/Hello Hank/- he heard the same voice from before.
“Who’s there?!?” he yelled out.
-/We are./- A hologram of what appeared to be a skull appeared before him.
“Wha-What the hell are you?” He asks, frozen in fear of what’s in front of him.
-/Consider us an ally for your cause. Although, we wish we could’ve met through…… different circumstances. However it is how you humans say “Better late than never.”/- the voice responded
“Who are you?” he asked nervously.
-/Someone who is a fan of your work. Someone who saved you from your previous condition./-
“C-Condition?”
-/Observe/- it said as multiple screens were appearing around him, showing the news reports him being missing, Lex being arrested, breaking out, and being defeated by Superman.
“H-How long have I been gone?”
-/Long enough to lose your goal to that kryptonian. He took away the one thing that kept you alive…. Vengeance. You humans normally have that desire to fuel you. But he took it away./- He doesn’t respond, just looking to the nonexistent ground beneath him. Tears running down his cheeks.
-/Thankfully, We can help you get that vengeance from that kryptonian./- It interjects. He looks up and stands before asking.
“I must ask, why do you refer to yourself as we?” Suddenly, he hears a humming before turning around to see a red glow coming from behind him. Then he sees two more, they get closer to reveal themselves as robots that had an uncanny valley of looking human, yet non-human.
-/How about it Hank?/- a light appears, shining on what seems to be the remains of his body, surrounded by a liquid metal of sorts.
“Wha-what is it?” He stuttered out.
-/What we could save, but now, we can help you acheive your goal, to kill superman./-
-/Will you claim your vengeance? Will you become our avatar and claim your second life?/- He stares at it before responding.
“Y-Yes, but never call me Hank again. Hank died years ago, now Cyborg Superman lives.” The liquid metal then forms the superman symbol on his chest.
a new variety of agapanthus in our garden - trying for bokeh - quite a bit of 'faffing'......
I found this on Google: "faffing - late 18th century (originally dialect in the sense ‘blow in puffs’, describing the wind): imitative. The current sense may have been influenced by dialect faffle ‘stammer, stutter’, later ‘flap in the wind’, which came to mean ‘fuss, dither’ at about the same time as faff (late 19th century)"
Mood: Natalie Walker - Colorblind
Taffy stuck and tongue tied
Stutters shook and uptight
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
Bathing in Del Rey Lagoon while youngster forages.
Thought I'd, once again, try posting directly to Flickr, rather than uploading to YouTube and posting the link in Flickr. However, when I play it, there's a stop motion/stuttering. If anyone else experiences this, please let me know.
I was thinking about the river's flow and how it doesn't know why, but it never stops
And the ocean's tides they rise and they drop, but they never stop
And this world is spinning without end or beginning and it never stops, I hope she never stops
So I love you for nothing, one of natures hidden something and I'll never stop
the photo was taken from Lalmohon , barisal , bangladesh .
its a lonch terminal , but now its empty but every things goes on .
Our brilliant northern skies. Yellowknife, NT. 2011.
Join me on Facebook: www.facebook.com/davebroshaphotography
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGFFl38STBk
I'm the guy in the sky
Flying high Flashing eyes
No surprise I told lies
I'm the punk in the gutter
I'm the new president
But I grew and I bent
Don't you know? don't it show?
I'm the punk with the stutter.
"Nine"
I recall once on the church steps,
When I moved to kiss your chest,
How we paid such close attention
To each sweet and stuttered breath,
I should’ve stopped to paint our picture,
Captured honest pure affection,
Just to document the difference
between attraction and connection.
I can see all of my friends and
I break into empty buildings,
When the coast was clear,
With backpacks full of beer,
We’d throw our bottles from the rooftops
At this city-it looked endless.
Guess I still don’t see the difference
between real purpose and that urgent adolescence.
And I remember in a basement sharing sweat
With all these stranger boys and girls,
“We’ll change the world!” We sang,
“We’ll change the world!” But,
Nothing seems to change and
They say none of them will listen,
But I still see much more power in that basement
than in heartless politicians.
And if we get beaten by this winter,
If we get strangled by regret, just
Let our love of life and tension
Gasp in sweet and stuttered breaths, and
Have them lay us in a basement,
Smash some bottles on the ground, and
Say we couldn't tell the difference
between the feeling and the sound.
Remember not our faulty pieces,
Remember not our rusted parts,
It’s not the petty imperfections that define us but
The way we hold our hearts,
And the way we hold our heads,
I hope they write your names beside mine
on my gravestone when I’m dead.
And when we’re dead let our voices carry on
To find a better song.
To find a better song and sing along
by
la dispute
I've discovered that I can't change the Safety setting on any of my shots.
Can't change the settings, and thus cannot "fix" my stream for review.
Can't get it reviewed, and thus can't get it un-Restricted.
AHAHHAHAHAHAHA.
Anyway.
Some scenes I look at through my 5D's viewfinder, and what I see is just too much. Too much to be adequately captured with that camera.
So I'll get slightly frustrated (I hate switching cameras, I want one camera I can use for everything, switching cameras means a stutter in the flow of the shoot, means everything stops while I dig around in my camera bag and find the right camera), then I'll huff and puff while bringing out the Mamiya.
The square frame. The ability to capture that subtly bright light both at the top of the shot and on the leaves. All a bit smoother.
Though I wonder if having different camera options limits me. Keeps me from having to force my point of view into whatever camera I'm using. Getting it to work, rather than finding the Best tool for the job...
The sudden bone-chilling blast of ice hit Caelan’s giant wooden shield like a tidal wave, almost knocking him over. The Ice Wizard’s incantation spilled over the shield’s edges and began to freeze everything, even the air around him. If it wasn’t for the wooden shield in front of him, or if it had been metal instead of wood, he would have been frozen instantly, just like Lord Bajads and his staff had earlier been frozen solid. Even with the shield’s protection he began to shiver and lose focus, slipping into a daze, with memories flashing in his mind.
Everything the spy had told them back at Durrough was true. Unfortunately the expedition leader, Lord Bajads of Durrough, not only didn’t believe him but publicly embarrassed Sir Caelan for consoling with a lowly, Outlaw spy. Caelan and his fifteen men were placed in reserve, the least honorable position. Once the joint Lenfel-Loreesi army had landed on the beach of the northern-most point of the Island of Lost Souls, Lord Bajads led the way with his three dozen men. The Loreesi contingent of two dozen was placed second in line, with the very capable Sir Emdell of Loreos in command of that element. During the entire venture Bajads refused to listen to any suggestion of caution by Caelan or Tavish, his wise archer. He did consult with Sir Emdell, who advised a screen of Lenfel archers to go on ahead of the main force.
So Caelan was forced to make do by ordering his men to avoid metal shields, just as the spy had said, and wear leather armor coated in animal fat where possible. He himself had procured a giant wooden shield and dragged it along determinedly. He also went without his usual metal helmet.
The Lenfel archers were the first to report the news of a force of Outlaws, twice their numbers, awaiting them in a glade between a jagged peak and a large oak tree. Lord Bajads happily declared they move to meet them and confidently predicted their victory, even after a strange man clad in white had emerged from a cave to stand on a ledge which commanded a view of the entire area. The first wave of Lord Bajads’ Lenfels charged forward only to find out this man was indeed Jens Valtyr, the Ice Wizard. The wizard chilled them with a wave of oppressive cold so that they could barely hold on to their weapons. Then the Outlaws swept forward and the results were ugly. What made the situation so perilous was that the Lenfels’ famous archery skills were of no use against Valtyr. The wizard had some kind of incantation running which allowed him to cast his spells while simultaneously deflecting any shot that was taken at him.
Lord Bajads was a courageous man, and he immediately charged toward the wizard, but then Valtyr released his ultimate spell, the ice blast, and froze him and his retainers on the spot. The Outlaws moved in and the rest of his staff perished trying to protect him. The Lenfel line wavered, but then Sir Emdell ordered his Loreesi in and they bravely took the fight to the enemy. Even with the Ice Wizard’s spells it looked like the joint force was making headway, but then Valtyr sent in his bodyguard, a large and brutal minotaur. The vicious beast went straight for Sir Emdell and hammered him mercilessly. They wounded each other, but Emdell got the worst of it and staggered back to the shelter of the oak tree. The minotaur pursued him, intent on finishing the Loreesi nobleman. That was when Sir Caelan acted without orders, charged his entire retinue in reserve and made straight for the beast.
Caelan had never fought a magical creature before, yet he instinctively knew what he had to do. Pushing the great wooden shield before him as a distraction, he let go of it just as it slapped into the minotaur and drew out his dirk. The longsword in his other hand barely held the beast’s battle axe in check, and aiming for the same wound Emdell had previously given the creature, Caelan drove his dagger into the minotaur’s gut all the way. It was over in a moment; the giant beast fell back in agony and lay writhing upon the ground. There was no time for any joy however as Caelan looked up to see a horrific sight: that of the Ice Wizard intent on revenge. Caelan barely had time to pick up the shield and duck behind it before the blast hit him…
“Wake up...stand up and get some blood flowin’ while I build a fire.”
“Wha-wha-what?” Caelan was shivering so badly he barely managed to speak.
“You were hit by the ice,” Tavish said as he began to pile up wood and shavings. “Looks like the shield did it’s work. How are you?”
“Fro-froz...headache. Ba-battle?”
“Over. I shot him in the knee and he fell.”
“Ha-ha-how?”
Tavish grinned. “Anythin’ we shot directly at him flew off. I got so frustrated I started shootin’ at rocks at his feet. One deflected and hit him in the knee sudden-like. He maybe a great wizard but he canna take any wee bit o’ pain. Crumpled like a little girl and fell off the ledge. We have him alive and tied up over there. Makes for a nice present to the king. The Outlaws were so shocked they turned and ran after they saw him fall, and our men chased along right after ‘em. How about those Loreesi, eh?”
Caelan stuttered, “They fight even harder than they party. How are our own men?”
“Murdoch took a battle axe to the head,” Tavish stated soberly. “Good that he had no relatives. Five others wounded but not bad. They’ll see green Lenfald again. The Durroughsmen are much worse off.”
Caelan shook his head in disgust. If they had only listened.
To cheer him up a bit Tavish congratulated him, “That bull-man was a true bit a work. I’m havin’ the lads lop his head off for stuffin’. You can mount him over the fireplace when we get back.”
“Lovely.”
Having gotten the fire going, Tavish helped Sir Caelan over to it and whispered conspiratorially, “Ya know, with Lord Bajads an icicle and Emdell wounded, we ain’t got no orders.”
“So?”
“Well, that spy was right on ‘bout that wizard, an maybe he’s as right on ‘bout that tower full o’ silver too.” A gleam crept into his eye.
“You want to go on a treasure hunt at a time like this?”
“Of course,” the always practical archer stated. “After all, you owe that spy fifteen more Draken. An you ain’t got even ten to your name now.”
Caelan scowled, “Can I warm my bones first?”
“Ach, now you’re whinin’ like that wizard. Fine, warm the cockles of your heart.” Tavish nodded slyly, “Then we be after that tower.”
----------------------
This is the first land battle scene I’ve ever done, so I'm fairly amazed it won LCC's Global Contest 3. The whole ice spell set up was the most challenging part.
Great Horned Owls are nocturnal. You may see them at dusk sitting on fence posts or tree limbs at the edges of open areas, or flying across roads or fields with stiff, deep beats of their rounded wings. Their call is a deep, stuttering series of four to five hoots.
Doom Patrol Issue Two: Family Reunion
1984
Miami, Florida
“Hello? Lawrence? Lawrence Trainor?”
The Chief says, causing me to spit my rum into my bandages, soaking them. How'd he find my hotel room?
“Ch-Chief?” I stutter, confused as to how Niles found the number to the telephone in my hotel room.
“Yes Lawrence, it's me.” He confirms. “I'm sorry for bothering you, but it's urgent. Cliff disappeared about two weeks ago, a window in his room was broken violently. I have a couple leads, but I thought you may want to know. It's taken me quite a lot of time and effort to find your number.”
“I'm gonna need a one way ticket to Missouri.”
I growl, in my best Clint Eastwood impression.
“No, that won't be necessary. Rita and I will come to you. You see, the tracking chip in Cliffs body just went off on the outskirts of Miami. You won't have to leave your vacation quite yet. We'll bring the private jet, meet us at the airport at four.”
“Hey uh Chief I just wanted to-” He hangs up. I guess he's keeping it professional.
I resume drinking my rum, dancing to the upbeat tune blaring from my stereo.
4:32 PM
I drag myself sluggishly to the front of the airport. I see two blurry figures in front of the double glass doors. They don't look very pleased with me. I check my watch to see the time, I'm a half an hour late. I guess I lost track of time while I was drinking.
“Larry? Are you okay?” A soft and familiar female voice questions.
“Oh, it is you guys!” I scream ecstatically. I limp over to an aging man in a wheelchair, it's Niles.
“Lawrence, have you been drinking?”
He says, with his british grandpa voice.
I place my hand on his shoulder and turn to Rita.
“I'm okay Chief I only had a little. You ready to get the Doom Patrol back together?” I slur, collapsing to the hot pavement.
I awake in the backseat of what I presume is a taxi, sandwiched between Rita and The Chief. They both seem fairly annoyed by my drunk antics, but I'm having the time of my life.
I guess we arrive at our destination, because the cab comes to a screeching halt.
“This is the place, uh, Chang's International Buffet? The fee is gonna be six fifty.” The taxi driver says to the general group.
“Thank you, kind sir.”
Niles says, handing him a twenty dollar bill from his pocket.
“Damn, twenty? Thanks man.”
The driver says, a smile forming on his face.
Rita opens the door on her side, and steps out of the cab. She stretches both of her arms, one opening the trunk and taking out Chief's wheelchair, and the other taking me forcefully by the shoulder and pulling my wasted ass out of the car. She leaves me on the ground, while she wheels The Chief's chair on over to him. She gracefully lifts him up and places him on the chair, and begins wheeling him to the buffet.
I'm too drunk for this shit. I watch them make their way to the door, still lying on the road. I get assaulted with exhaust as the driver speeds away. The door to the restaurant blows open and a short, greasy, Asian man walks outside, wearing a white tank top and sweatpants. He swings his arms open when he sees The Chief.
“Niles! Niles Caulder! It's been years!”
He bellows, an enormous grin on his face.
“Ah, Mr. Chang. How have you been?”
Chief says, receiving a big hug from Mr. Chang.
“Business is good, so I'm great! Come in, come in.” He says, opening the door and gesturing Rita and Chief inside. They follow him inside and I shut my eyes, hoping to wake up from this nightmare. My eyes shoot open as I feel Rita's arm stretch out of the doorway and drag me inside the Buffet.
Shape: Despite my account age, in-world, this is not my first second life avatar. My very first account actually, was made about 2006 I believe? I remembered logging on for the first time and trying to figure out how to customize my 'character' right then and there, thinking this was a game like Everquest or Aion, or, WoW and stuff. I went into the library folders, and I went through it, giving myself glasses and texturing a shirt I was wearing and everything. AND I had the actual SL default hair. Heh. But, when it came to shapes, I was completely clueless. I didn't buy any pre-made shapes back then, I made my own from scratch... And ended up looking like an asian child avi (I insisted on being really short for some reason.). And I wasn't open to changing my shape at all, even though someone was trying to improve my looks. My current shape now has been tweaked over and over again (constantly still) based on a pre-made shape I got with a pack of Mother Goose skins that I bought when I logged on with this new account for the first time. I think also, for the first time ever, I am very happy with the general look of my face now. I tweak it still with different skins I wear, but I feel beautiful now. Err, well, attractive I guess is the word. Although, I have to admit, I am not that great at making the actual body part of a shape. I'm not like most other female avies that I've seen on Flickr, blog feeds, in SL... I don't really like the big, pony-rider hip shape. Don't get me wrong. It looks good on others, just not on me. So, I prefer to be slim, still.
Skin: I've enjoyed wearing different kinds of skins over the years. My very first skin I think was uh... It was a Redgrave skin. An asian skin. I was very attached to it back then. Mainly because this really hot guy bought it for me (for some reason, he took it upon himself to sort of take me under his wing, and hook me up with everything until I had a decent looking avatar. And... Heh. I was his sex toy, basically.) *coughs* ANYWAY... The skin I wear as of now, most of the time, is a skin that I was given as a gift from the actual skin designer. I was browsing her skins at her store, and I was trying on the first demo I picked up there. I wanted a natural look, with little to no makeup on it (so that I could cake myself with clowny makeup, bwahaha! ;D) But, this skin designer though, for some reason, seemed to fancy the look of this demo on me so much that she gave me a free copy of the skin itself. This skin is the one I am wearing in this photo, and it is the one I wear most of the time now. I'm not really sure if I should mention the skin designer's name, but she knows who she is. And we have become friends, or at least I'd like to think so! Thank you soooo much! I will never forget your kindness. As for other skins, I'm becoming a fan of Glam Affair's recent ones as well.
Eyes: Well, I think most of everyone who knows me, or at least follows me closely on Flickr here, knows that I am a die hard fan for Dead Apple's eyes. I've been a fan since I picked up my first pair of her
Nebula Kawaii Eyes (in blue of course). As of now though, I am addicted to the blue shades of her Sinistre line. The pair of eyes I am wearing in the above photo though are one of the special colors of her limited edition Horror Haute Sinistre eyes that she released at the end of September (I don't believe they are available anymore now). But I think I will always be Soleil's biggest fan when it comes to eyes.
Lips: I'm kinda still trying to figure out my lip shape now a days, depending on what skin/lip makeup I am wearing. I've been actually attempting to learn how to make lipstick now for makeup, but uh... It's been a long and frustrating progress. Now a days though I just don't wear any lip makeup (like in the above photo). But it does depend on what look I am looking for. Lip shape wise, well, I try not to get a 'trout pout.' Whatever works with different skins I wear.
Style: Oh boy, style... Um. Well, I am honestly a fan of almost any type of genre of fashion, but for my avatar now, I tend to go for what I think a Nolanverse version of Harley Quinn would look like. However, it has grown beyond just that. It is just an experiment still. I see other things that I'd not normally wear, and I'd try to think of how I could make it work with my style? At the moment, I'm contemplating experimenting with more looks, different types of clownish outfits especially, in the future. Oh, heh... The cigar deal... I dunno why I keep insisting on smoking them. They empower me, I guess? Make me feel like a pimpin' clown lady! And I love taking photos of myself with a cigar in my mouth.
Hair: When it comes to hair, I have moved on to mesh hair when it comes to shoulder length to long hair. Sometimes though I still fancy the really fine detailed strands of hair some sculpted hair styles have. I am looking forward to how mesh will evolve in the future! Right now though, my most favorite hair brand would have to be fashionably dead's hair, and I am wearing one of the hairs that Toast Bard designed for the Sept Collabor88 (not available now), AND to top it off, heh, I modded and put on a hat that came from another FD hair (a non-mesh hair). I'm a fan of fashionably dead hair because of simply this, and I want any hair designer that is reading to take this to thought. I'm a major fan of FD's hair textures. They look so realistic and fine, even on the mesh hairstyles that are coming out now (although in this photo, I don't think you'll be able to see very clearly how the hair texture looks. I didn't want to draw hair over it kinda for that reason.) But I'm looking forward to what else Toast Bard makes when it comes to mesh hair! That is definitely for sure. And, usually, I will wear blonde hair (in different tones).
Personality: My personality... I guess it depends on who knows me. How my personality appears to other people. I know some people may not care for me, personally. And perhaps others do care and like me. I tend to try to be open-minded, although I do have faults. I'm not perfect. Nobody is perfect. I can be sweet at times, I can be aloof at other times... And there are times where I have acted or said some things that I perhaps should not have expressed openly, like the flickr post I uploaded before this one. I am a role player, have been for years, so, as of now, I try to be silly and funny with this clowny persona. But, I try to be friendly to just about everyone I meet. And... I'd like to think that perhaps, I could become a better person, or well, clown... In the future.
I'd also love to make more friends (I honestly do not have that many in SL...). The type of friends who would want to say hi to you often. I have met people in SL (and through Flickr of course) that I'd especially would love to get to know (and I... Uh... I have quite a few crushes on some of my male flickr contacts, heh. ;D) I'm not officially, uh... Dating anyone in SL. I used to want to very desperately find that special guy. And through the years I have loved and I have lost, and I have been used, I have been cheated, and... Well, it is very hard to try to trust any sort of guy in SL at the moment and want to be romantic with them. So, I guess, the right one(s) will come along when I am not looking. Heh. Maybe I'll meet my 'Misteh J' one day? I don't know. Not that many fine ass clowny men out there in the SL world (that are single that is.)
RL wise... It is no picnic now. I have kinda hesitated about sharing this publicly, but, I think this post would be the most important one to share this with. IRL right now, I am in a group home. I am on disability, for reasons that I'd rather not share. But I have been hospitalized many times (mental behavioral hospitals, My most recent hospital stay was actually a few months ago... But I am doing 110% better now!) ). I'm not literally crazy or anything. I suffer from depression and have anxiety. I also isolate myself from other people, which is really hard to deal with especially when you live in a house with over 10 people living in it. I feel like one day, I will be able to handle living on my own. As of now my plan is to live by myself (if I can) and have a cat to keep me company. So, yeah... I have very little independence now, and doing these photos and spending time in SL and everything is my escape. I feel like opening up and expressing these personal facts about myself is going to bite me in the ass in SL eventually, but oh well.
Strangely, I am not online in SL very often now a days because (A. - My laptop needs a new battery, and when I log into SL sometimes, the laptop crashes (even when on low graphics.). - (B. - I am in the mood to watch movies and youtube videos and they lag and skip and stutter when I am logged in SL at the same time. or (C. - RL stuff is happening and/or I just don't want to be logged on.
So, for those who I do want to keep in constant contact with and those that would feel like doing the same with me, I do have Skype and I would love to add you guys and get to know you! But you'll have to flickr mail me or IM me in-world for the username. Heh.
I don't really know if I should mention this here, but I do have plurk as well. www.plurk.com/harleyquinade_sl
What else can I share? I am not certain, but I enjoyed filling this out. I saw other people in my flickr contacts that have been doing these posts. I'm not sure where it has originally started from, but I was inspired to do it when I read a couple of my flickr contact's entries, specifically Mar Pie's post & Ruben metal maggot's one too.
The photo above, was done in like 4 hours? Maybe? It WAS taken with SL shadows, yes, but I wanted to do a lighting editing experiment from within photoshop as well. I guess there is a bit too much yellow, but I like it ok. I'll work on another version or so I guess maybe with drawn/painted hair. And reveal the full body shot of this. But, I'm happy with it. This is the outfit I wear typically now a days. I'm too lazy to change at the moment, except for when doing photos. xD
Thank you to those who are my friends, and thank you to those that support my photos/makeup. I never really thanked everyone that has blogged my one and only makeup product so far, heh. I do love bloggers, and I love blogging, myself, whenever I decide to start doing it more seriously. I'd like to think, whenever I can get off my lazy clown ass and release more stuff for my MP store, that I can get to the point where I'd love to release review copies to bloggers eventually, when I get more established.
Hopefully my RL stress and my laptop-constantly-crashing situation will get better soon! It surprisingly did today. I didn't think I would be able to snap this photo today.
Thank you.