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♪ In the clouds ♪
When the guitars of the sky play
in varying forms and notes
you become attuned so merrily
speaking, your breath unquotes
the day now surpassed, it's left
twilight holds a mesial consciousness
like the attic where old mistletoe lingers
the cirrus of atmospheric faithlessness
no dream can fade as quickly as reality
nightime being the hurdle of thought
sleep has merely a halo of life
within lies a deep mystery uncaught...
and so turning-in, a meditative arch resounds
under serein bewilderment
this time of day knows no bounds
we are light and night in sequent...
by anglia24
22h00: 03/06/2007
© 2007anglia24
Not every photo tells a story, not every story has a moral... sometimes we start to reach for fireflies only to let them slip away into the gloaming.
Not everything at Fantasy Faire is fantasy or sci-fi related! Adieu Grunges is a lovely minidress and corset from Mishmash Fusion that fits well in nearly any contemporary setting!
There are so many wonderful things at Fantasy Faire, and every one helps contribute to the fight against cancer. With 16 sims, you can always get in somewhere and have a look around. Fantasy Faire 2019 is only here until May 5, and there is SO MUCH to see.
Mahalo! A hui hou!
Featuring:
Adieu Grunges minidress and corset by Mishmash Fusion for Fantasy Faire 2019
Zoie boots by Maitreya
Dance 1 pose by Wild Fantasy
Taken at Fantasy Faire 2019
Full credits are at Blue's Fantasy!
Kaonashi
By Joseph Cowlishaw
Coolness swirls about pools of thought
Warming the mind of the distraught
Bursts of color, liquid embrace
Venerable spirit follows the trace
Reverting dash of bright resume
Shifting hush knows no gloom
Mighty adrift, fallen embrace
Temporal loss, owns no face
Energy dwells in a vibrant spot
Buoyantly drifts, observes, uncaught
Thank you to my friend @shortandplastic (Instagram) for this awesome little No Face figure! I appreciate it.
#noface #kaonashi #spiritedaway #miyazaki #hayomiyazaki #colorful #poem #poetry #spirit #japanese #jupiter37a #bokehplosion #bokeh #bokehlicious #manualfocus #olympusomdem5 #toyphotography #toyartistry #stuckinplastic #toygroup_alliance #justanothertoygroup #joecowtoy #toptoyphotos #cedarcityutah #cedarcity #utahtoycrew
Andrew’s Summary of 2017 -
“That’s another great year for me, and a giant deuce for mankind”
Flickr version
2017 was a year in which I noticed time passing more quickly. Whole weeks went by in a flash. When I was a kid and a teenager, time crawled. I remember our summer road trips across Newfoundland in the ‘90s and early 2000s taking forever. I would bring CDs and crank the volume on the Marilyn Manson or Smashing Pumpkins playing on my Discman, trying to drown out the Neil Young or Joni Mitchell blasting from the car’s stereo. Now I have my own car, and now I crank the stereo listening to all four of those artists and many more. Long drives don’t take very long at all. I don’t expect the acceleration of time to slow down, but I wish I had more time. I wonder if people (or the species that succeeds us) will discover a way to manipulate time so as to have more time to be alive…I think it’s more realistic that they’ll manipulate life itself.
Anyway, that was my introduction. 2017 was a big year for me. What happened, you ask?
Well, the year began at Ally's friend's house in Woodstock. We stayed at a hotel overnight, and I drove across the relatively empty highway to work that afternoon, because it’s 2017 and Millenials sometimes have to work holidays.
Throughout 2017, the Circus of Fuckery south of the border remained a frequent source of head-shaking for me. Whether it was the frequent attempts at screwing millions of Americans out of healthcare, or the denial of guns being the problem, I was never short of moments where I could think “How the fuck is this the world we’re living in right now?” But there’s not much I can add to the conversation that hasn’t already been said to death. So let’s move on, shall we?
On January 11th, I saw Chris Hadfield at Durham College with Ally and Alex. That was a good time. It was cool to see so many people gathered to see an astronaut. In an age where being hard, tough, or “street-smart” is glorified all over TV, it’s refreshing to know that some people still value knowledge.
The first big thing I did in 2017 was to join an art class. I started at the end of January, and thoroughly enjoyed it.
I did some experimenting with fluid acrylic painting in the spring; some turned out shitty but a few turned out pretty cool. I’ve come to realize that if I want to make the Instagram-popular, hashtagartresin paintings I see on the Internet, I’m going to have to invest more time and money into social media marketing. I mean practicing my painting skills. Yeah, that’s what I meant.
The next big thing in 2017 was that I got a new job in February – a full-time, 3-year contract. So I scaled back my shifts at my other job, parked my car, and began to commute on public transit like the other half of the city does. It’s not permanent, of course, because it’s 2017 and I’m a millennial. I’ve come to assume that permanent work, like retirement, is a myth. However, this job is a step up.
On February 5th, Ally and I went to our wedding venue for a food tasting. It was a highlight of the wedding-planning process. We stuffed our faces with mac & cheese balls, samosas, soup, roast beef, salmon, maple chicken, vegetables, and three desserts, including a flourless chocolate cake that was pretty much pure chilled icing. Decisions had to be made, but the mac & cheese balls were immediately drafted. It was also around that time that I realized how much work Ally had been putting into wedding planning…so after feeling guilty, I started putting more effort in. It had previously been decided that I’d plan the honeymoon since I like planning trips, and Ally would plan the wedding itself, because she’s a girl and men don’t care about details like what color the napkins are. However, the number of decisions she had to make was a lot bigger than I realized, so…yeah. If you’re a future groom reading this, and you don’t know shit about how to plan a wedding, just offer to help your fiancée with tasks, even if you don’t know how to do it. And when people start making demands, remember that it’s your wedding and you’ll do what you want.
I had been playing Pokémon GO pretty steadily since August of 2016, but by March of 2017, I was done. I had explored my neighborhood to death, and even though they had just released another slew of Pokémon, I just didn't have the time anymore, with my new full-time jerb.
At the end of March, I got a Fitbit – a few years late to the party as usual, but it actually motivated me to get more exercise. I’m not one of those people for whom exercise is a lifestyle. However, I made some improvement over the improvement that Pokémon GO had already led to. According to my cell phone, my average walking distance was 3.7km per day before I got my Fitbit, and is now 5.3km per day. So I’m happy with that!
For Ally’s birthday, we went to a Jays game. They lost. Usually they lose when I go.
The rest of April and May were devoted to working, walking, and wedding planning. On Thursday, May 25th, we had our rehearsal at the venue, which was an exercise in futility…there are so many details in a wedding that we didn’t even consider until the actual moment. But at least we had a good meal afterward.
The day before the wedding, I had to go to spirituality training at my other job. Then I came home and walked to a little take-out pizza place, where I had my last supper as an unmarried man. Then I made my way home and went to bed. I was alone, since Ally had gone up to stay at her parents’ house. I didn't think I’d get much sleep, but thankfully I did.
I got up on the morning of the wedding and went for a short jog around the neighborhood to get some energy out. The air was thick, and I was getting out of breath. I walked the rest of the way home, got ready, and drove to the hotel, where I met Andrew (one of my groomsmen). I parked my car at the hotel and we headed off in his car toward the venue, making a pit stop at Subway.
We got to the venue early in the afternoon. Since Ally was getting ready and I wasn’t allowed to see her yet, I had been tasked with making sure everything else was in order. I went downstairs and saw the reception set-up, and noticed that one of the immediate-family tables was positioned in a way that they would get a bad sight-line to the head table. After some grumbling, the staff fixed it.
We were preparing to head out for “first glance” photos with Strahan and Veronica, our photographers, when I started feeling a little nauseous. It was hot in the dressing room, and I figured going outside would help. It did. I walked to the first-glance spot in the woods with Veronica and Geoff (the videographer) while Ally and the rest of the wedding party followed with Strahan, a few minutes behind.
For those of you who are [considering] getting married in the future, let me say that a first glance is a great idea. I don’t think Ally or I were particularly nervous or worked-up about the coming ceremony and reception and the enormity of what we were doing, but it was a really nice way to get comfortable before the show. I got into position with my back to a tree. Then Ally quietly walked down the path toward me. After a minute, I could tell that Ally was standing right in front of me, and I was told to open my eyes. Before me was this beautiful young woman, smiling, with her custom-made, practical dress; her hair nicely curled into wide spirals, and her eyes lighting up my life. I immediately felt all anxiety disappear. In fact, probably my favourite picture from the entire day was of me back-on while Ally looked up at me, her eyes as bright as the green spring leaves behind us.
After some pictures as a couple, we were joined by our wedding party, did a few classy poses and a bunch of joking-around poses, and then headed back to the site to get ready, as people began showing up.
Here’s another tip for people planning to get married: If your wedding venue is large, or has multiple ceremony or reception sites, get some signs to direct people where to go. We did have a poop emoji balloon to put by the bathrooms, which was hilarious.
Anyway, time flew by, and soon I was standing at the top of the hill with my mother and groomsmen, while the bagpiper played a variety of songs, greeting guests as they came from all directions to take their seats. Then time slowed down. I looked down the aisle, trying to non-verbally communicate with the officiant at the other end, as we both understood the same question:
Where was my bride?
I knew Ally wasn’t about to desert me at the altar, so to speak – it wasn't an altar because we’re godless heathens – but I was confused. I knew that she and her parents and bridesmaids would be coming down the pathway behind the ceremony site, out of view of the guests but visible to me. When I saw the bridesmaids coming, I was supposed to walk down the aisle with my mom, with my groomsmen following. But come, the bridesmaids did not.
The bagpiper was getting hot and impatient in the sun. After a few minutes he started playing “Jesus Christ Superstar”, and that’s when I saw the bridal party emerge from the building in the distance. I walked down the aisle with Mom and she took her seat, while I stood at the front and my groomsmen followed. Then the bridesmaids took their spots, and the DJ (Matt) pushed play on the Jack Johnson song as Ally began to walk down the aisle with her parents on either side. I gave her mom a hug and shook her dad’s hand, and then Ally and I turned to face each other as she took my hands in hers.
The ceremony was over in about 12 minutes. Mom read the poem she wrote; I couldn’t get the ring on Ally’s finger, and the weather couldn’t have been better. As the officiant introduced us, Ally and I raised each other’s hand in the air and walked back up the aisle as the theme from Seinfeld played; our request to help keep the mood light.
The reception went well, what with good food, good speeches, good friends, and good music. At one point after dark, we were ushered outside to the fire pit. There Ally sat with her guitar, and I was instructed to sit down on the bench next to her, while dozens of guests surrounded us. She played and sang “(You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman”, and I loved it. She said “I did it!” at the end, and I was so happy for her. She told me later than when she took guitar lessons in the fall of 2016, it was specifically to learn that song to play for me at the wedding. For days afterward, I had her rendition of the song stuck in my head, alternating with “Can’t Help Falling in Love”, our first-dance song.
After the party came to an end, some of the guests stuck around to help us clean up, and Ally and I left in an airport taxi to the hotel. The driver took the most convoluted route imaginable, but we eventually got to the hotel and went to bed.
The next morning, we opened the cards and gifts, went downstairs to breakfast, then to Ally's friend’s mom’s house, then went back to the venue to pick up the cake and other stuff that we had left there. Then we drove home in our separate cars, each loaded with stuff, to head back to reality, since we decided to do our honeymoon a few months later.
On June 9th, I went to Alex’s first (I think?) solo show at The Down Omer in Oshawa.
On June 22nd, we went to the Red Hot Chili Peppers concert in Hamilton, which was pretty fun except for the smokaholics standing right next to me in the indoor arena. And the drive home in the torrential rain. And the second band was pretty weird. But the Chili Peppers themselves, particularly Flea, were great. Some middle-aged woman in the row ahead of us was having a great time after drinking a big cup of wine.
On June 24th, I finally finished the painting of Rick on the Madvac, which I started in the spring of 2016. With that, it became clear that becoming a commission artist is not in the cards for me because I’m such a procrastinator, but it was neat to be able to do another Zoo painting!
On June 25th, I went to the Pride parade for the first time, which was neat to see.
On June 28th, I bought a new camera! It was time to upgrade, since I didn’t want my previous camera to crap out in the middle of the honeymoon. So I gave my old one to Ally, which she took on the honeymoon. Unfortunately my new camera is incompatible with my old computer, so until I buy a new computer, I'll be fishing for photos from the Rebel XSi pond. Thankfully that pond is still well-stocked with uncaught fish.
On July 16th, Ally and I went to the Halton Radial Railway Museum in search of an old fishbowl bus. We didn’t find any TTC versions, but we rode in some old-ass train cars, ate ice cream, and got some good pictures. Then we went out for supper to celebrate our five-years-together anniversary.
On August 5th we went to my friend's wedding on the Toronto Islands, which was pretty neat. It was nice to be at a wedding and not be responsible for anything. The boat crashed into some trees along the shore on the way over. They had a kind of casual, tropical island theme, which I think is a sign of change, where weddings don’t need to be stuffy, formal things anymore.
Then on August 15th, we got on the plane for our honeymoon! We delayed the honeymoon until August because Ally told me in the winter that she wanted to go to Gros Morne for our honeymoon. I was confused that she wanted to go somewhere cold, since the Caribbean is the Standard Honeymoon Destination™, but I was glad she wanted to go back to my home province, so off we went! We flew in to Deer Lake, picked up the car, food and supplies, and drove off toward the Tablelands. We ate supper at a restaurant overlooking Bonne Bay and Gros Morne in the distance, as we feasted on seafood and overconfidently anticipated our journey ahead. We got to the tree house AirBnb around 9:30pm, and settled in to our tiny alternative-to-camping space.
The next day was damp and overcast. We drove to Western Brook Pond and did the boat tour, which was really scenic. We puttered around the Rocky Harbour area for the rest of the day.
On the third day, we went to Gros Morne the mountain, since I thought it’d be cool to climb up it. Now, let me clear a few things up first. As mountains go, Gros Morne is not particularly big. It’s just over 800 meters high. But I wanted to do something challenging, and challenging it was, since I’ve been sedentary my whole life. We got to the parking lot just before 9:00, when Ally realized she had forgotten her water-filtering packages. I offered to drive us back to pick them up, but she declined, having a big cup of covfefe in her hands. So into the woods we went.
Contrary to the TripAdvisor reviews, the path to the mountain was anything but easy or gentle. It was an up-and-down trek over big rocks and around puddles, and I was worn out after 2km. At last, the mountain came into view, as I pointed out some ants walking up the rocky slope. It was a lot farther away than it looked. Ally groaned as she realized the ants were people.
We had plenty of energy as we hiked up the first few hundred feet of the slope. Then we stopped to rest. Then we walked up some more. Each time we stopped, we turned around and saw a more majestic view behind us. But each time we started, we had to take fewer steps before stopping again. At one point I started counting how many steps I could go before I had to rest. By the time I could only go 30 paces, we were about two thirds of the way up the mountain, and I was exhausted. I sat down in front of a big boulder and had my moment of crisis. We had been walking for about 3.5 hours, and I knew we had to go another 11-ish kilometers to get up and around the mountain and back to the car before dark. I said to Ally that climbing the mountain was a stupid idea. She encouraged me to eat something, so I ate an apple and talked to a woman in her 60s who said she’d done the climb four times, and that the top wasn’t much further. So we got up and kept climbing.
When we got over the top (not the summit yet), we continued walking along a cloudy, grey rocky path mixed with flat greenery that reminded me of that green-and-grey multiplayer level in Mario Kart 64. I turned around to see Ally behind me, and there were clouds blowing between us. We were literally in the clouds. That was neat.
We got to the summit after 4 hours and 19 minutes, sat on some jagged rocks, and ate our lunch. I had a fudge treat as a reward. It wasn't that great, but resting was. It was only 10 degrees up there, but soon the sun came out. The rest of the hike was much more relaxing. We made our way around the top and saw some great views of the surrounding terrain, as I shed layers down to a t-shirt. As we walked along the side of the mountain, my knee started hurting, but the sun was warm and the hardest part was over. We made it back to the parking lot 9 hours and 4 minutes after we started.
The next morning we climbed down the ladder with our gear, our legs sore and stiff as boards. We popped on my new Buddy Wasisname CD, and made the drive up the Great Northern Peninsula; one of the many parts of Newfoundland that I had never seen.
That afternoon we went to L’Anse aux Meadows and stayed in Raleigh. The next day we went whale watching off St. Anthony. The next day we took the ferry to Labrador. Ugh.
I wanted to go to Labrador, since we’d never been there. I also wanted to take the ferry. When I go on trips, I make it a mission to find a ferry. The Labrador ferry was built in 1970, so I thought “How cool and retro!” And the crossing to Labrador was fine. But the crossing back to Newfoundland the next day got cancelled, stranding us in Labrador for another night. I was livid, but we found a nice lighthouse and got an upgraded room for the second night…and at least I have a story to tell.
Once we got back to the island, we drove to Twillingate and spent the night there, then puttered around the next day before going to our last AirBnb, a summer home owned by a guy who let us take his canoe out onto the lake; cooked us supper, made breakfast for us the next day, and happened to know my grandfather in the 1970s. It was a little overwhelming, but certainly fit the definition of Newfoundland hospitality. That afternoon we flew home.
In September, my main focus at work was creating and delivering life skills groups. The groups were well-attended, and even though I found one aspect extremely frustrating, it felt like an accomplishment to develop and run my own groups.
Also in September, I saw Lewis Black at Massey Hall with Ally.
The other big thing in September is that I bought myself a new drumset! Ally told me that she wished I’d play drums again, but I had to get creative. My old drums were too big for the apartment. Not wanting to deprive myself of the real feel by getting a rubber-pad electronic kit, or break the bank by getting a mesh-head electronic kit, I decided to get a “Breakbeats by Questlove” kit with mesh heads. It’s small, it looks good, and I’ve been playing for 3 months without a single complaint from the neighbors.
Also in September I started doing Fitbit competitions. I won the first three, and then Ally’s friend started adding people who spend their entire days walking. I thought I was the Fitbit king, but I work in an office and spend most of my day sitting. I can’t compete with people who walk for a living.
On October 29th, I shaved my head for the first time. It looked good, but I hadn’t realized how thick the hair on the back of my head still was. I was too cold, so I let it grow back. We carved a Trumpkin for Halloween.
On Black Friday, after putting up with the intolerable first-world problem of having shaded bars across the screen on my old TV, we bought a new smart TV, so that we could watch Netflix without plugging in our laptops.
On December 20th, I saw The Last Jedi. I won’t give any spoilers to those who haven’t seen it, other than to say it was certainly different from previous Star Wars movies. But, to stay fresh, even Star Wars movies have to evolve.
In terms of music, 2017 was the year of Elton John for me. I also got into Nick Drake. Most of the rest of the new (or “new”) music I got into was a mix of stuff, not unlike the past several years.
Books I read this year included The Dragons of Eden by Carl Sagan; The Human Age by Diane Ackerman; Sully by Chesley Sullenberger; Contact by Carl Sagan; Off The Rails by Rudy Sarzo, and I started Overcoming Problem Gambling by Alex Blaszczynski and The People’s Road by Wade Kearley.
In terms of TV, we started watching Mr. D again, and Ally got me watching The Crown, which I have to admit is a great show.
Christmas was enjoyable; we got to see both of our families at three separate meals, and I got four days off work. It’s interesting how the family evolves, and how situations change from year to year. And I got a fidget spinner. I didn’t ask for one, but I enjoy it.
2017 was a good year for me, and I hope to make 2018 a good year as well. Even though it sometimes seems like the world is falling apart, there’s never been a better time to be alive.
Thanks for reading!
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"Bloody" Denfumia, also known for a time as "The Drainer", was a mutant Wabacawler female who was born with an "advanced", uniquely ravenous form of vampirism, as opposed to the "mild", benign form of vampirism that afflicts every other member of her kind. Before proceeding, do be warned that her life story is, in the most literal way possible, the bloodiest by far among those of all "superheroes", to the point of being a horror story in some ways. Indeed, the term "superhero" seems a rather inappropriate one for her; perhaps "folk hero" or even "anti–hero" might be better, though many would argue that labeling her as any sort of "hero" is overly generous. Even if one considers her a flat–out "villain", though, it cannot be disputed that Denfumia stands as an extremely unique, notable and very much "super" individual among her race. She is also one of the few modern "superheroes", insomuch as she "counts" as one, known specifically not to have been consciously inspired by the Eggmen in any way, as well as the youngest ever in terms of when her "career" started. Despite her never once leaving her homeworld in her life, her legend has by now spread throughout most of the Prime Galaxy just like those of adventurers who traveled between and operated on many different planets.
Denfumia came into this world in mid–Age 789, born to an aristocratic couple with distant connections to the Wabacawler royal family and residing near the heart of Finngaed's capital of Nasfrott, in a sparkling sunlit birthing ceremony (a semi–common practice among Wabacawler nobility). During the delivery process, severe complications unexpectedly arose, ultimately resulting in an impromptu incision procedure having to be performed on the mother to safely remove the child, whose abnormalities were fully apparent from the moment she was ripped from the womb, this being especially so given the ceremonious circumstances of her birthing. Rather than harmlessly, "beautifully" (the alleged brilliance of the phenomenon is considered highly subjective and disputed among non–Wabacawlers) glistening in the rays of Brighis as expected, the newborn's flesh began to smolder and blister in the sunlight as she was held up into it. All present quickly rushed out of the sunlit dome theater and back under the shaded roof of the hospital, where the baby, as it "cooled down" and recovered, could be examined, confirming what everyone bearing witness had immediately, instinctively feared upon seeing it starting to burn under the sun. The infant's skin was pale, cold, clammy, her teeth and nails abnormally sharp, and covering her back was a "cape" of several leathery plumes… instantly recognizable in their alikeness to those characteristic of the Xamenrufs, the other, decidedly more malicious vampiric race spatially distant from but culturally familiar to the Wabacawlers. It was clear that the child was not only a mutant (almost any lesser form of which would have been far more tolerated), but one whose "special" trait constituted Wabacawler–kind's most dreaded nightmare which hadn't been present outside of ancient lore and myth since further back than any among the race could look back to: pure, unmitigated, unbridled, malignant vampirism… the kind that would make her specifically crave the blood of people, rather than just animals.
Over the following hours, and as the nature of the mutation was verified on a scientific level, the mother of the infant who had not yet been given the name Denfumia went dark from a combination of the physical shock of having been cut open and the psychological and emotional shock of finding her baby to be a monster. Despite the subsequent efforts of the various doctors and other hospital staff, several more of whom had arrived on the scene as the overall incident had continued to develop, she would never wake up. At the end of the day, and with all things, all options, having been considered, the doctors all came to the painful–to–reach but logically sound consensus that the mutant baby be put down… a decision that became clearer, somewhat easier to make, for them after the newborn violently bit into the hand of one of the nurses. However, despite all of these recommendations, the father, visibly heartbroken and mortified at the loss of his wife, defiantly opted to keep the baby, refusing to let himself lose both his woman and his only child, and hastily left the hospital with the newborn. The doctors would have used force to see to it that the demon–child was euthanized, were they legally able to; for obvious reasons, forced euthanasia has always been strictly illegal on Finngaed and on nearly all other civilized worlds.
For roughly the next four years, the father of Denfumia, whom he gave a conventionally–etymologized but uncommon Wabacawler given name, attempted to raise his "monster" of an offspring in secrecy, and grew increasingly withdrawn from society as time went on eventually all but vanishing from public presence. Great measures were taken to keep the mutant toddler's very existence hidden, for highly warranted fear of her (and possibly himself as well) being taken away. All of the medical workers who had been present at the child's birthing were paid many tens of thousands of Galactic Common units apiece to keep their mouths shut, and two of them were suddenly and mysteriously found dead within the cycles immediately following the mutant super–vampire's birth; investigations were held and foul play suspected, but no one was ever indicted and both deaths remained cold cases. Meanwhile, an inordinate number of recently deceased bodies vanished from morgues, cemeteries, etc. in and around Nasfrott over the course of those four years, though there was no observable spike in the number of actual murders within the region, with the exception of those two doctors. Despite the increasingly–demented father's efforts to hide his dark secret being largely successful in terms of "official" standings, in the lower levels of Nasfrott's communities and even on the streets of cities elsewhere on the planet, many rumors did abound over the four–years–time, most of which ended up being pretty spot–on.
Eventually, his madness growing and his hope for his daughter having become progressively depleted over time as he was forced to face more and more the fact that she really was a monster, with her cravings for the blood of sentients showing no signs of decreasing and, if anything, growing, Denfumia's father snapped. Despite his wanting desperately to be able to love and accept her, he found himself utterly unable to continue doing the things he had been doing while sacrificing nearly every other aspect of his personal life, and decided that the malignantly vampiric mutant child had to die. Taking Denfumia, who was still even "younger" than her own physical age in terms of knowledge and speaking ability – having no contact with the outside world whatsoever besides one's father, with said father himself being in a state of mental and psychological deterioration, will do that do a person – out into the middle of the nearby woods late one night, he told his daughter that he was bringing her out into the "real world", and she, having come to trust her sole caretaker over the course of her young life thus far, trusted him. Upon reaching a spot he deemed to be sufficiently obscure and unlikely to ever be investigated, he led Denfumia out of the Dirkster (automobile), put a single handgun bullet in the back of her head, buried her in a shallow grave and departed. Dropping his facade of a normal demeanor as soon as he'd believed she was dead, he continued to cry hysterically as he drove, drunk on his own tears, back to Nasfrott and retreated into his home where he now lived alone, slamming the door behind him.
Denfumia's father would never leave that building alive again. One half–cycle later, he was found, dead since several days earlier, in his living room with a stool on its side on the floor and a noose hung from the ceiling. The noose, however, was empty, untouched, and the body instead lay on the floor, thoroughly, "professionally" mutilated and almost completely drained of blood, in a way distinct from and more extreme than how "normal" Wabacawlers sometimes drank blood from corpses of their own kind when desperately starving. The following investigations of the death and the property on which it had occurred yielded little evidence, only a few hints to the truth; no other bodies were found in any part of the home, though many scattered blood stains were, especially in the basement area and with some of them appearing to be years old. Further investigations and searches throughout Nasfrott bore no additional evidence or clues whatsoever.
Obviously in the context of this biography, though not yet to the knowledge of the public, Denfumia had in fact not died by her father's hand in the woods. As the super–vampire would later demonstrate time and time again, she possessed advanced blood–regeneration–based healing abilities which had been present in her even at this young age and, given that much, most likely from birth. Rising from the ground within hours after being left for dead there, the forsaken mutant child, still injured, weakened, lost, frightened and confused, initially began wandering aimlessly through the dark environment she'd now found herself in. It is entirely possible, perhaps even more likely than not, that had the chance meeting that would soon occur not happened when it did, Denfumia actually would have died out there in the woods; despite being a very special, powerful little girl, she was still a little girl.
Enter Yagelga, a fanatically God–fearing and overall demented but, in certain ways, wise old hermit of a woman who had withdrawn from the "sinful" society of Nasfrott many years ago and since lived alone in a hut, one she'd constructed with her own two hands from manually–acquired materials, in the middle of the woods, and whose aforementioned home the wandering, near–starving Denfumia just happened to stumble across. Seeing her, and immediately taking full note of her weak, disoriented state while being far less concerned, at least in the immediate term, with her abnormalities, Yagelga took the delirious toddler into her home and swiftly went about providing her with a meal in the form of a freshly dead Teddkrutch taken directly from the personal "farm" in back of her hut. The last time someone had attempted to feed her such an animal having been during her infancy, Denfumia, still less–than–lucid from what she was still recovering from but now on her way to becoming lucid again, now that she was being given food and shelter, attempted to drink the plucky avian's life fluids for only a few minutes before giving up on it… and turning her attention to the old hag beside her. Do understand that attacking Yagelga, the very person who had just saved her life, was not as much Denfumia's fault as it would have been in most other circumstances. After all, the only other person she'd ever come to recognize as "friend" rather than "food" (and indeed, the only other living person she had interacted with up until now outside of her birthing) had been her own father, and even he had just turned on and tried to kill her, a fact that she was still in the process of comprehending and accepting.
As quickly as the super–vampire had lunged at the old woman's leg and sank her teeth into it, however, Yagelga reacted and violently shook her off, sending Denfumia half–flying across the room and into a side–interior wall of the hut and knocking her out momentarily. It was at this point that the hag, who, as she had just demonstrated, was not nearly as feeble as she might have appeared, having developed plenty of survival skills during her time as a hermit as had been necessary for her survival out in the woods, took greater note of the child's strange appearance as she lay there, unmoving but visibly still breathing, and began to piece together the nature of her condition. While she did this and tended to her own bleeding, punctured leg, the full extent of the pain in which kicked in with a delay, Denfumia began to wake back up after only a few minutes; despite it being as easy to knock her unconscious as with any young child, she was extra–mortally quick to come to – after all a bullet in the head had only put her out for a few hours. Upon doing so, she started to cry, very softly at first but then with increasing intensity and volume, soon catching Yagelga's attention. A conversation then ensued in which Denfumia bore, in infantile, half–coherent language, all that she knew about herself, her life, the world, and everything else, for that matter, confirming to the hermit what she had already been about to fully realize.
With this knowledge, Yagelga's first instinct was to carefully start moving toward where she kept her axe, but as she thought harder about it, about how this child had been utterly forsaken by the whole world for something that, while ghastly, she had no free will over determining and which was technically just a more extreme form of something that all Wabacawlers were guilty of, she stopped herself as she made an epiphanic and dubious subjective realization. Despite being excessively harsh towards those around her as to what was right and wrong and having, in a way, "forsaken" her own people as a whole out of her radical beliefs on God's will, Yagelga was in some, select ways simultaneously wiser than most, and her beliefs and impositions, though excessive, were largely based in truths. In this particular dilemma of an instance, she had reached the conclusion that no individual of a race known to be capable of good could be, inherently, by nature and from birth, irredeemably evil and unfit for living. Upon contemplating this, she then reached the second, more personally–affecting conclusion that this child whom others had denounced as an "abomination" had been arranged by God and His servants to cross paths with her as a sign of and call to a mutual destiny that they would have to work together to fulfill. This destiny, Yagelga reasoned: punishing, exterminating the truly wicked – that is, those who had chosen lives of mortal sin far more severe than that committed by the rest of the wayward populace and had, furthermore, shown an utter unwillingness to reform – among Wabacawler–kind.
Yagelga held out a hand to Denfumia, telling her, in simple terms that she, being little more than an infant mentally, could understand, that she was a friend.
Over the following days, the hermit woman continued taking care of Denfumia, nursing her to as healthy a state as she could be restored to without ingesting humanoid blood, and taking early measures toward educating her in more coherent speech, all while further explaining to the child her plans for her and testing, exploring her physical abilities. With the super–vampire's innate skills of acrobatic agility quickly proving to be beyond even Yagelga's greatest expectations, it was not long before she decided that the time had come for the undertaking of what both herself and the person she now thought of as her "daughter" had come to agree should be her first "mission": the killing of the father who had tried to kill his own child.
On the eighth night following Yagelga's finding of Denfumia, the former led the latter out of the woods and into Nasfrott, arriving in the city during the hour of night when the streets were most empty. Climbing up to and silently prying open the window of the mansion she had once called her home with incredible expertise for this being her first time doing such a thing, the mutant child entered the building and proceeded to navigate its rooms and hallways with great furtiveness until she at last located her father, who was presently preparing to kill himself over a three–way combination of remorse, despair and sheer insanity. Were Denfumia not as presently starved for blood during this moment, she might have had second thoughts about killing her father upon seeing this. However, the reality at the moment was that she was very starved for blood.
She tore her father's throat, chest and wrists open and drank the blood flowing from each of the resulting wounds until little was left of his body but dry skin and bone; he did not attempt to fight back.
Following the death of Denfumia's father, there were, over the next several years, a large number of strikingly similar murder cases in and around Nasfrott as well as in some other nearby settlements. In all these cases, the murders took place overnight. In all these cases, the victims were found in heavily mutilated, sucked–dry states. In all these cases, the investigations yielded no evidence solid enough to constitute a true "lead" even as it became increasingly clear with each death that the murders were all connected; committed by the same entity. Note that, initially, it was not even clear to the Wabacawler populations that the killer was even the type of being that could be called a "person"; demonic presences were often cited in early rumors surrounding the string of deaths. Despite they themselves being afflicted by a form of vampirism, it had been so long since the last Wabacawler–on–Wabacawler vampiric murder that the notion of such a crime seldom crossed their minds during the early stages of the killer's time of prevalence. In most of the cases, investigations did, however, lead to discoveries revealing prior criminal and/or otherwise immoral activity on the parts of the victims; in the few that did not, it came to be extrapolated, as the general pattern became clear, that the victims there had been criminals as well. One victim was found out to have been a mass extortionist, another a person–trafficking "pimp" and yet another (arguably ironically) an outright serial killer. Others were discovered to have been guilty of lesser crimes that would not, in a system of due process, warrant death or even that long of an imprisonment, and even in the cases of the worst offenders among the victims, their outright violent murders were never considered to be justified by authorities. Nevertheless, the increasingly evident pattern of those slain by the mysterious killer turning out to have been wrongdoers themselves and "it" (later thought of primarily as "him" as it became clear that "it/him" was indeed a person, or at least a sentient being capable of having a motivating force) doing the dark deeds it did in the name of some form of justice, even a warped one, gave "it/him/whatever" a more glorified image in the minds of many. The fact that, if the acts of the killer "itself" are excluded from calculations, felony rates in Nasfrott and the surrounding regions plummeted by more than 20% during the Drainer's initial reign of terror did not help the "problem" that was "its" glorification. Of course, there were times, cases when the romanticization went objectively too far. There was even one (and thankfully only one… known) instance of someone else imitating the killer, by then popularly known as "The Drainer", by murdering his allegedly "abusive" landlord in what was intended to be the same manner. He was found at the scene of the crime, well into the following morning, in a state of shocked mania and with his victim's body nowhere near as drained as the Drainer's previous victims had consistently been; it was swiftly and widely realized, as the story of this incident unfolded in its wake, that this disturbed individual was not "the real deal".
Ultimately, "the real deal" would go uncaught and unknown in identity until Age 802, at which point the "Drainer" murders were still continuing, and often occurring as frequently as once every cycle. One day, a wealthy man came forward to Nasfrott's constabulary, confessing to multiple recent acts of fraud, which he now regretted intensely out of fear that the "Drainer" would eviscerate him, and begging to be detained somewhere safe. With some time having passed since the last vampiric murder and the next one seeming "overdue", the authorities proposed a deal to the man: they would guard him within his home during the coming nights; if this led to them catching the "Drainer", he would be allowed to keep his freedom. The racketeer, after some deliberation, agreed to this deal, reasoning that the prospect of avoiding imprisonment, even while still losing all his money, outweighed the odds of the Drainer overpowering the constables and succeeding in killing him despite his and their efforts.
As it turned out, not only was that crooked man's paranoia wholly warranted, but he could not have chosen a more perfect time to come to the authorities for help; Denfumia would break into his home that very night. Moreover, had the attempted killing taken place at any later date, Yagelga, during her daytime scoutings of the city, the intended victim and his property under a beggar's guise which had been a routine aspect of preparing for the carrying out of killings since early in her and her "daughter"'s "career" of "carrying out God's will", would have caught on to this plan and changed those of herself and Denfumia in accordance with this discovery. However, this was, again, not the case, and both of them being elusive and cunning but not omniscient, neither Yagelga nor Denfumia would know of the operation being conducted against them until it was too late.
Upon reaching the quarters of her would–be victim, Denfumia was ambushed by several armed constables, and a fight ensued; one officer was killed and two more injured before the others finally managed to incapacitate the super–vampire with multiple bullet wounds to the peripheral areas of the torso. During the course of the altercation, a Communocatite message was sent out to all other night–shift constables on Nasfrott's streets, alerting them that the "Drainer" had been found, and following this several quickly arrived on the scene, where they found Yagelga outside the building and attempted to arrest her as well. The hag, now well into her eighties, violently resisted arrest… and was promptly shot dead with a single bullet to the head fired by an overzealous rookie constable. The intended victim survived the ordeal unscathed and was later stripped of most of his property while avoiding imprisonment.
Denfumia was taken, unconscious, to constabulary headquarters for questioning, waking up there fastened into an interrogation chair that bound her with what were essentially mesh–metal ropes and surrounded at gunpoint by agents of the law. Upon being questioned, she disclosed in great detail information constituting the bulk of what has been recounted in this very biography up to this point, albeit with a twisted perspective indicative of her belief that she had only been doing what God had always intended for her. This was to the immense astonishment of all of her present captors, who could not help but to be engrossed, darkly fascinated, by the entire macabre tale, the most shocking element in all of it being that the infamous, ever–elusive "Drainer" killer had, for all this time, been a young girl who, even now, was barely even a teenager.
Following her account, Denfumia demanded to be released and to know where they had taken her "mother".
She was bluntly informed by one of the constables that Yagelga had been killed.
Upon being told this, the mutant became enraged, going into a mad frenzy through which she, to the further shock of her captors, broke free of the metal restraints that bound her and proceeded to lunge onto the person who had said this, tearing his throat organs completely, cleanly out as the other constables began opening fire on her, some of them with slight hesitation. As all the eyewitness accounts of the incident from these very same law enforcers go, Denfumia then immediately released the tactless officer's already dead body from her grasp and fled the room, the building and the city with startling agility; some of the constables even swore they saw her hovering, levitating as she made her (ultimately successful but dubious–seeming at the time) getaway. It was also claimed by more than one of the constables that they managed to shoot Denfumia multiple times, including (allegedly) in the head, as she made her escape, inflicting damage that "should" have been fatal.
Shortly after the "chase" reached the outside streets, it ended just as abruptly as it had started as Denfumia seemed to vanish in a way that none of the law enforcement agents who participated in or were otherwise present for the overall sequence of events have ever been able to confidently explain; her disappearance from sight and from the radar of constabulary pursuit seemed very much inexplicable. When all was said and done and as the morning sun began to rise soon thereafter, the status of the long–standing case of "The Drainer", as well as of its subject, was uncertain for the time being. The killer's identity, nature, motives, background and name were all now known, but Denfumia herself had seemingly escaped; seemingly. The constabulary of Nasfrott, in the aftermath of the night's ordeal, considered themselves to have some reasons to believe that the super–vampire might – might – have been killed, given the claims among their men that she had been shot in ways that "should" have resulted in mortal wounds as well as the fact that Brighis had started coming up at a point when she may very well have still been out in the open both standing as factors amid the uncertainty. During the following day of business at constabulary headquarters, the status of the "Drainer" case was updated as "solved; culprit still at large". Starting that same day and continuing over the next several, searches of the woods the killer was now known to have lived in, including Yagelga's hut, which was found empty, were conducted, all of them proving fruitless.
When several cycles proceeded to pass with no reports of additional murders matching the methods of operation of the killer now known to be Denfumia, the case's status was updated again, this time to "solved; culprit presumed deceased".
One day short of one exact forty–day cycle after that update was made, its "presumption" was proven to be highly incorrect when news reached Nasfrott of yet another grisly murder that had left the victim's body mutilated almost beyond recognition and bereft of blood. Moreover, subsequent investigations of the property on which the killing had occurred had started, and were continuing, to reveal some disturbing, drug–dealing–related details about the victim and his private dealings. Furthermore, the homicide had been committed in one of the Southernmost settlements on Finngaed, hundreds of miles away from Nasfrott and nearly as many miles further from the Wabacawler capital than the sites of any of Denfumia's previous known killings. Upon being sent the message informing him and the rest of Nasfrott's constabulary of this news, the agent operating the receiver, who had watched his best friend within the force die by the super–vampire's hands (or possibly her fangs; it was hard to determine which, given that both had pierced his body) during the initial operation that had led to her brief capture, fainted in a rather theatrical, melodramatic fashion.
From that point onward and over the next fourteen years, Denfumia, who was now known by her true name to those who pursued and/or feared and/or were fascinated with her, would continue her bloody "work", now operating alone and with her acts of twisted justice occurring with somewhat less frequency than before but also over a greater geographical area than before, this new "range" of her activity being the whole of Finngaed's map. Her methods of operation, as well as the general "results" of her "handiwork" on her victims, remained largely the same: with few exceptions, those killed by Denfumia were discovered after their deaths to have been involved in criminal activity or, in some cases, had been known or widely suspected to be guilty of severe wrongdoing beforehand, but without sufficient "official" evidence to convict them. Again, many, both at the time and to this day, believe/believed the aforementioned "exceptions" to have done something to earn Denfumia's wrath as well, their dark secrets merely being better–hidden, in regards to both "waves" of killings. However, it is extremely unlikely that Denfumia never killed an innocent, given general, proven "margin of error" statistics for mortal–made judgments and applying those to the sheer number of people she killed, which stands at more than one hundred. Furthermore, it should be stressed that not even all of the proven felons that made up the bulk of her victims necessarily deserved to be murdered, especially in such a particularly violent way… on the other hand, though, a great many of them were, to say the least, hard to feel any sympathy at all for after the extents of what they had done and, in some cases, had been continuing to do became evident. In regards to a particular few of her killings, most notably a would–be terrorist planning to bomb a party held by the Wabacawler royal family, Denfumia actually saved several lives, albeit probably not as many as she took.
There were far more sightings of and near–apprehensions of Denfumia during the latter half of her "career", whose turning point can easily be defined as the death of Yagelga and her own temporary capture, than during the former. Many claimed to have seen her at night, usually in the act of climbing up the walls or across the rooftops of buildings. Though at least some of these can be dismissed as mistakes, "wishful thinking" or even deliberate, empty grabs for attention (given her now–known identity and agenda), there is enough of a consistent theme between many of the reported sightings, that being a habit of acrobatically traversing buildings, for a majority to be assumed as valid. Such sightings suggested nighttime scouting practices on Denfumia's part, and this was almost certainly the case; her precision in choosing targets based on their immoral actions without the aid of a day–walking partner or instructor stands as an almost unfathomable feat even if one assumes her to have spent every single night spying on people. It remains a strong possibility that most, if not all, prominent citizens of Finngaed during Denfumia's life were "observed" by her at least once.
Three (and only three, despite the increases in nighttime patrols across the Finngaed that were in direct response to her presence and actions) separate "chases" took place in the aftermaths of murders committed in three different major cities; each played out similarly to Denfumia's escape from the constabulary in Nasfrott, with her appearing to "hover" as she fled with extra–mortal speed each time. Only one constable was killed between all three of these incidents; Denfumia never deliberately went after the law enforcers who pursued her throughout her life (unless they were severely corrupt in their dealings with others). Meanwhile, over the years, several more paranoid criminals turned themselves in, begging protection from the murderous vigilante, but none of the resulting operations resulted in Denfumia being caught like the first one had. In fact, none of the people who confessed to crimes for this reason ever ended up being killed by her, each of them instead being taken to prison after several nights of protected house arrest during which she would consistently fail to show up.
In the Seventh Cycle of Age 816, a date later realized and noted to have fallen shortly after the twenty–seventh anniversary of her birth, and after more than two decades' worth of killings, Denfumia was, for better or worse, finally put to rest. At this point in time felony rates across Finngaed had, since the super–vampire's birth, dropped a full 30%, and were now at their lowest since Wabacawler–kind's initial development of a method to keep track of macrocosmic crime rates. As a result, Denfumia had been striking considerably less frequently as of late, by virtue of there being fewer evil people left on the planet to go after. With nearly three cycles having passed since her last killing and her physically needing to feed again soon, however, she was about to strike once again, and for what would ultimately be the last time. Her target, chosen with extreme, particular carefulness: a member of the core Wabacawler royal family.
Enter Prince Kaillio of Nasfrott, the second in line for succession to Finngaed's and Wabacawler–kind's highest seat of regency… and the foremost conspirator in an insidious plot among several of the royal family's inner circle of nobles to murder both the current King and the elder prince and sell out the already–neutered monarchy to said corrupt nobles, effectively abolishing it and ending more than a millennium of standing tradition. Denfumia had never before spilled royal blood nor even been sighted on the premises of Nasfrott's central chateau complex that housed the ruling family and its closest associates. As of and over the course of the last several nights, however, she had in fact been working her impeccable skills of silent, stealthy surveillance on the palace and its denizens for presumably the first time, ultimately discovering through these scoutings the above–described conspiracy. Quite possibly by sheer chance, her timing in choosing to look into the behind–closed–doors dealings of Finngaed's rulers proved to be nearly–perfect; following Denfumia's attack on the young, handsome and murderously treacherous Kaillio, it was discovered that his and his co–conspirators' plans were all but fully prepared to be set into motion and would otherwise have been carried out, most likely successfully, within the next few days.
Infiltrating the core palace of Nasfrott's chateau complex and assassinating one of its most prestigious residents would be Denfumia's greatest, most challenging undertaking ever… and she, despite all of her skills and abilities that would have and had allowed her to successfully carry out equivalent deeds in just about any other, lesser place of residence on Finngaed… she failed. The super–vampire, while en route to Kaillio's quarters, was spotted by one of the palace's many, many night watchmen, who gave chase while alerting an increasing number of additional guards, all of whom proceeded to join in the pursuit of Denfumia as she continually outdistanced them, once again appearing to be "floating" as she darted through the halls.
This culminated in a massive stand–off within the quarters of Prince Kaillio, who had, as with all the other sleeping royals, been awoken and alerted to Denfumia's presence by the time she reached his room and quickly found herself surrounded by palace guards from all sides and with all doorways and exits blocked as she came face–to–face with her target.
Terrified yet expressing a possibly insincere assurance that his many guards would protect him, Kaillio, without saying a word to Denfumia herself, immediately demanded that they shoot down the most elusive and prolific serial killer in the history of the Wabacawler race. Only a few shots were initially fired, with most of the present security officers hesitating as they saw that she was now merely standing there, and found themselves starting to question why she was going after the prince. In addition, many among them were further captivated by the appearance of the infamous killer who was now visible in full view for the first time since her all–too–brief first capture many years ago. Her skin simmering and blistering from the various light sources in the room which had all been switched on, but her seeming to ignore, at least for the moment, whatever pain this was causing her, this was also the case with the few bullets that had flown her way and pierced her body. Her clothing was ragtag and minimal, having what seemed to have once been a bright red color but was now severely faded, and most noticeably and peculiarly of all, she was surprisingly short, appearing closer in size to the adolescent she had been at the time of her first capture than to the fully–grown, albeit still young, adult that she now was chronologically.
After but a few tense seconds of silence, and just when it seemed Kaillio was about to angrily restate his order to kill her, Denfumia spoke, revealing the truth about her current intended victim and his machinations. She then went on further, stating in what would ultimately be her final words that she had never been given any other choice in life but to do the things she had spent hers doing, and would never, could never go quietly, could never surrender, could never cease carrying out these acts of necessary evil that no one else was capable or willing to do and which she still adamantly believed herself to have been chosen and destined by God to devote her life to.
As she finished her speech, Denfumia began walking slowly toward Prince Kaillio, who demanded once again of his guards that they shoot the "abomination" attacking him down, this time outright screaming and while insisting what the assailant had just said about him to be untrue. While some hesitated once again or even refused to shoot, enough of the men opened fire for the blood–sucking vigilante to be stopped in her tracks and struck down as a borderline–hail of bullets met her body. She fell to the ground before Kaillio's feet in a quickly–forming pool of her own blood, and seconds later, upon seeing that she was still breathing, he frantically, and as more and more of the guards looked to him with scrutiny, grabbed away the gun as well as the bullet satchel of the one standing nearest to him and unloaded several consecutive clips directly into Denfumia's head. He continued to shoot until well after she was clearly, truly dead, only stopping when he himself was shot in the knee by a disgusted night watchman.
Subsequent investigations proved everything Denfumia had said about Prince Kaillio to be true, and he was deposed, denounced by his family, convicted of high treason and hanged, while those who had conspired with him were imprisoned for the remainders of their lives. Despite her being further vindicated by the public and even by some of the royal family's associates for the particular heroism of her final acts, Denfumia still stood as a serial murderer, and her remains were denied proper burial and cremated as long–standing decrees dictated would happen to the bodies of all such violent criminals. Neither the King nor the elder, remaining prince, the latter of whom is still alive and serving as King as of Age 850, did anything to stop this "dishonorable" disposal of Denfumia's remains, nor has either ever officially and directly mentioned her at all, either positively or negatively, despite her obvious and singular role in uncovering and stopping the plot that, if not for her, would probably have succeeded in killing them.
Among general, public populations all across Finngaed, however, as well as among Wabacawler colonies elsewhere in the Prime Galaxy and even among some non–Wabacawler societies, Denfumia remains widely recognized as a legend, and while anyone who would literally call her a force of pure good is… well, insane, far more people would call her a hero than would call her a villain if forced to strictly classify her as either one or the other.
WARNING!!! This site is a lie, a fake, and a scam!
They offer you digital photo equipment, home electronics, and other goodies, for half-price, on a "clearance sale". With free international delivery. You'll never get them. To put it simply, they are a new generation of internet thieves.
Needless to say that taking advantage of their half-price "special sale", I've ordered myself a Nikon D300, and Nikkor 18-200mm lens that I will never get. At least not from them. I must be at my bank first hour tomorrow, to cancel and stop the 996EUR bank transfer order, sent out to some account in Barclays Bank, London.
I've discovered this site from a banner right on dpreview.com, one of the best review sites for digital photo equipment. The very well-targeted banner came in via Google Ads. The fake site that they've forged is still up and running at the moment, as I'm writing this. They've now extended their "special offer" from the initial March 1-7 to March 1-15 now. So people out there might still be falling for it, just like I did. And what a shame: I've sent the address to some of my friends as well. I must personally apologise from each one of you now!
Talking to one of my firends today, who also wanted to order some goodies, we took a better look at what is behind this business, as it sounds indeed TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE. So please do remember the old warning: "If a thing looks too good to be true then it probably is".
My only luck is that I've made my bank payment order on Saturday at noon, by the bank's closing time, and it will only get processed first hour Monday morning. Of course I'll be there to stop them, and cancel the transfer. Otherwise, I'll be 996 Euros lighter tomorrow.
There goes my imaginary D300, and now I also have to apologise to all of my friends, to whom I've handed out the link, in my usual, highly enthusiatic manner. I was really happy, and wanted to share. :(
Tonight, digging deeper, I've found this discussion thread:
forums.dpreview.com/forums/read.asp?forum=1018&messag...
Their store locator shows 12 UK adresses of real ground stores, with the possibility of arranging the picking up of the items directly form store. Who would have thought.
Furthermore, the company registration number they list on the site indeed stands for a company named Entac Limited. Before sending any money, I've checked UK company records, and seen Entac Limited in existance since 1999, active, alive, and kicking. And they were registered with the same address I've found on the scam site.
It's just not these guys! The company address is the address of a law firm, that registered (the real) Entac Limited at their address, but they know nothing about these online "retailers".
Then, I have found this highly insightful article about these con artists:
stock-photo.blogspot.com/2009/03/scam-alert-on-entacdirec...
There, I have learned that Entac Direct is a identical clone of www.futureshop.ca who is a legitimate electronics retailer in Canada. (The small video on the upper right corner even works in the original site.)
I've also verified the domain names entacdirect.com, and entac-direct.com before proceeding. They've seemed to be registered by real persons, and pointing to a real UK business with the same pointers. The only thing that I've apparently missed was that the entacdirect domain has been registered on the 25th of February only.
Not sure about now, but on the 6th of March when I have found them, Google Ads were still displaying their banners... well targeted ads towards us, photographers, probably having reached plenty of photo-specific sites.
Reading the link above, I have discovered this:
"The address listed on the Entac Direct site, 318A Stafford Road, London, CR0 4NH, is the actual address of Johnson & Co, a firm of acountants, and also the registered address of Entac Limited, a legitimate client of theirs. According to the gentleman who answered the phone to me at Johnson & Co, Entac Direct are completely unknown to them and presumably bogus. Particularly as they appear to have hijacked both Entac Limited's name and registered address."
Digging even further, I have found this:
www.photoanswers.co.uk/Community-Landing/Forum-Landing/Fo...
sending me even further, and deeper into trouble-land, until I've finally reached:
www.redelijkheid.com/2009/01/21/scammers-going-pro/
Very insightful!
The guy who wrote it is one of us, he was obviously looking for 14-24mm f/2.8 Nikon lens. From what I've found there, this site has functioned under many more different business names, including, but not limited to: Syndeck Syndeckstore Holater e-Holater Lomise in-shopper Tonexshop Tonexstore Xenosworld Evadisonline Mobice Onitech Cendice,
and having domain names like:
syndeck-com, syndectsore-com, holater-co-uk, www-lomise-com, www-lomise-net, www-e-holater-com, www-holater-co-uk, www-in-shopper-com, www-tonexshop-com, www-tonexstore-co-uk, xenosworld-com, www-evadisonline-co-uk, www-mobice-co-uk, onitech-com www-cendice-co-uk, registered to them.
I've put dashes insted of dots in the site names, as I don't want flickr to convert it into valid web links here. many of them are now parked domain names with lots of banner ads you don't want to see. Some of them even redirect to porn sites now.
The site above cited also has some link to old copies of these sites, as some still exist in Google's cache. Checking some of them, I've seen several former copies of the "Entac site", in some of their former states. All this indicates that someone is running this "business" for quite a long time now, and they are still going on out there, uncaught.
P.S.: As you can understand, today's shooting action has been cancelled because of the events noted above. But I will be back tomorrow, with some much happier shots. At least, hopefully. :) And I will keep you all updated as well.
P.P.S: I will submit this screenshot to major Flickr groups. People need to be aware.
Dear Group Admins: I sincerely appologise for the aesthetical inconvenience this screenshot will cause in your great-looking group. (I\m terribly sorry, and I promise I will post a decent photo next time.) This time we need as much exposure as we can, on this HOAX. It's the best I can do to stop this from happening to others as well. It's OUR MONEY, they are trying to STEAL from you and me out there.
The Fugitive On the Road To Barbizon.
A Sneaky little bastard with a smile as wide as the horizon.
leaving town uncaught,
thinking he is now in the clear.
Looking over his shoulder he can feel their breaths.
He may think he is free,
but his dirty secret shall weigh heavily upon him,
till his soul will finally reveal what he has done.
Freedom yea right,
he will never be free,
with what he has done spinning in his head.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Terror In Bedroomville!!! Lighter-sleeper Clint awoke in time to avert a more damaging disaster. Our roof had started leaking in our bedroom! It was basically dripping through our bedroom's air conditioning vent. If uncaught, our bedroom would have possibly been covered in probably-electrified water. Power strips all over the floor, etc.
Being lazy, Clint leveraged the benefit of his early discovery to get Carolyn to be the one to go to the attic & investigate. She found the culprit & took this picture.
A nail through our roof! Why is this one nail longer? WTF? Was this a hack-job by a previous owner? It looked like it had previously leaked, and they had sprayed Great Stuff around it to fill the leak... But upon closer inspection, that was actually a yellow fungus. Ewww.
A bucket worked just fine in the short-term.
In the long-term, Clint went up on the roof the following weekend and slathered it with roofing cement. (Can't remember if we removed the nail and replaced it with a normal-length one or not.)
Over 2 years later, it still has not leaked again.
People who call roofers for leaks are stupid. $160 fall-harness to wrap around your chimney (which I probably didn't even use this time), $15 roof cement, $99 ladder, and 10 minutes is all you need. Especially if you keep your ladder leaning against your roof because you don't have a shed. Speeds roof repair jobs up!
bucket, fungus, house, nail, repair, roof.
attic, Clint and Carolyn's house, Alexandria, Virginia.
July 12, 2013.
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On the Wings of Dreams
I'm flying free
with a dreamer's dream,
To a land without fear, darkness, and doubt;
Where shadows and hauntings
of all time and space,
Are rainbows with colors that endlessly grace...
happiness, hope, and all joys to embrace.
A land with no storms, without pouring rains,
where changes abound and great comfort remains;
Where all hate is replaced,
all questions erased;
Where new memories are shaped,
with wonderous light...
of romance and love, before out of sight;
A dreamland of heaven without jaded thought,
where butterflies are free,
their colors uncaught;
With milk oceans to see,
fresh air to breathe;
Countless flowers and trees,
fragrancing the soft whispering breeze.
No more webs of deceit,
where lovers have fought;
No battles of hopelessness,
where all love is lost.
Maybe our dreams hold the land of our thoughts,
Or maybe our hearts have learned lessons well taught.
It is the stairway to heaven,
this dreamland we seek...
Hopefully for all is more than a peek...
at a future end to the ultimate pain,
of great loyalty and love...
lost and estranged.
This dance of life I endlessly write,
Is an end to the pain, and every soul's light.
To a life fulfilled at the end of our time...
to dream second chances for new love we can find.
Here's to all of us ending our heavenly climb,
With the company of romance and lovelight sublime.
Nikkor 50mm ƒ1.8
Strobist info: AlienBee B800 with Softlighter II camera left, 10:00. AlienBee B800 with reflecting umbrella camera right, 3:00. LumaPro speedlight as a hairlight. Triggered by Cybersync.
Wu-Tang Clan - Protect Ya Neck
So wassup, man?
Coolin', man
Chillin' chilin'? Yo, you know I had to call, you know why right?
Why?
Because, yo, I never ever call and ask you to play somethin', right?
Yeah
You know what I wanna hear, right?
Whatchu wanna hear?
I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint
Wu-Tang again?
Ah, yeah, again and again
Wu-Tang Clan comin' at ya
Watch your step, kid
Watch your step, kid (protect ya neck, kid)
Watch your step, kid (so set it off)
Watch your step, kid
Watch your step, kid
Watch your step, kid (The Inspectah Deck)
I smoke on the mic like smokin' Joe Frazier
The hell-raiser, raising hell with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swinging through your town like your neighborhood Spider-Man
So uh, tick-tock and keep ticking
While I get you flipping off the shit I'm kicking
The Lone Ranger, code red, danger
Deep in the dark with the art to rip the charts apart
""""""""The vandal, too hot to handle"""""""""""""" **
You battle, you're saying "Goodbye" like Tevin Campbell
Roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set
The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal
The way I make the crowd go wild
Sit back, relax won't smile
Rae got it going on, pal, call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger
And I'ma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project
Then take all your assets
'Cause I came to shake the frame in half
With the thoughts that bomb shit like math
So if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man
'Cause I grab the clip, and
Hit you with 16 shots and more, I got
Going to war with the melting pot, hot
It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth
Moving on your left, ah
And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat
I wanna break, fool, cock me back
Small change, they putting shame in the game
I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame
And like Fame, my style will live forever
Niggas crossing over, but they don't know no better
But I do, true, can I get a "suu"
'Nough respect due to the one-six-ooh
I mean oh, yo, check out the flow
Like the Hudson, or PCP when I'm dustin'
Niggas off, because I'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me
Ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed
Oww, here comes my Shaolin style
True B-A-ba-B-Y-U
To my crew with the "suu"
Yeah, yeah, yeah (watch your step, kid)
(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
Come on, baby, baby, come on (protect ya neck)
(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
Come on, baby, baby, come on (watch your step, kid)
(Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
Yo, you best protect ya neck
First things first, man, you're fucking with the worst
I'll be sticking pins in your head like a fucking nurse
I'll attack any nigga who slack in his MAC
Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack
Shame on you when you stepped through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo
And I'll be damned if I let any man
Come to my center, you enter the winter
Straight up and down, that shit packed jam
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him, man
The Ol' Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinking
Ason Unique rolling with the night of the creeps
Niggas be rolling with a stash
Ain't saying cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfucking ass
For crying out loud, my style is wild, so book me
Not long is how long that this rhyme took me
Ejecting styles from my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks from here to Oregon
Here's more again, catch it like a psycho flashback
I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back
I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my stomping grounds
I give a order to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up props all around the border
And get far like a shooting star
'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar
Point blank as I kick the square biz
There it is, you're fucking with pros and there it goes
Yo, chill with the feedback, black, we don't need that
It's 10 o'clock, ho, where the f*ck's your seed at?
Feeling mad hostile, ran the apostle
Flowing like Christ when I speaks the gospel
Stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe with the buck us style
The ruckus, 10 times 10 men committing mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fucking chin
Slaying boom-bangs like African drums
Coming around the mountain when I come
Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment
My clan increase like black unemployment
Yeah, another one down, G-g-genius
Take us the f*ck outta here
The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doing artists in like Cain did Abel
Now they money's getting stuck to the gum under the table
That's what you get when you misuse what I invent
Your empire falls and you lose every cent
For trying to blow up a scrub
Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
Should've pumped it when I rocked it
Niggas so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets
This goes on in some companies
With majors, they're scared to death to pump these
First of all, who's your A&R?
A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar?
But he don't know the meaning of "dope"
When he's looking for a "suit-and-tie rap"
That's cleaner than a bar of soap
And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
Matter of fact, bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight
You best protect ya neck (watch your step, kid)
You best protect ya neck (watch your step, kid)
You best protect ya neck (watch your step, kid)
You best protect ya neck (watch your step, kid)
**"""""""""""this is the reference to the picture as in the road sign and vandalism. The uncaught vandal is too hot to handle""""""""""""
Viewing episode three.
On Wednesday, April 4, 2018, the Center for Sacramento History in partnership with CNN sister network HLN, presented a screening and panel discussion on the network's documentary series Unmasking A Killer - the Hunt for the Golden State Killer at the Delta King Theatre. HLN's five-part docuseries Unmasking A Killer takes an in-depth look at one of America’s most prolific uncaught serial murderers who began his crimes in Sacramento County. Known first as the East Area Rapist, then the Original Night Stalker, and now the Golden State Killer, he’s responsible for a staggering 51 attacks and 12 murders in California…that we know of. For forty years investigators have been on the manhunt for this sadistic criminal and recent evidence suggests he may still be alive. With the FBI in Sacramento offering a $50,000 reward, the investigation is hotter than ever.
The Golden State Killer began his home-invasion assaults in eastern Sacramento County in 1976 and terrorized the region for three years before moving to the East Bay and ultimately Southern California. In an effort to raise awareness of the Golden State Killer case and ultimately bring the offender to justice, the event included panelists Carol Daly, a retired Sacramento County Sheriff’s Office detective; Paul Holes, a retired Contra Costa County DA investigator; Linda, a Golden State Killer survivor; and Paige Kneeland, Sacramento County Sheriff's Department, who is currently working on the case.
The film’s trailer can be viewed here. The screening was shown to sold-out audience in the 122-seat theater.
Photo by Dylan McDonald.
This feisty male youngster went in my trap this morning, was taken to the vet and is already neutered. His caretaker will put him with the others at her home. This makes cat #28 for her.
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Note to others who do feline TNR--minor mishap:
Emory and I transferred him from the trap into one of my newer carriers, making sure the carrier door was shut properly...and GUESS WHAT??? He flew against the door causing a gap in the front of the carrier door and escaped in a flash. I was SHOCKED as this has never happened before--and couldn't believe that the carrier would flex that much causing the front door to come unlatched. Ferals can be very strong when they want to be...even when this small.
Unfortunately, Emory had the bathroom door OPEN and out he went.
Thankfully, he ran into Rusty's room and Emory was able to shut him in. I grabbed my fishing net and was able to catch him and put in a different [ more secure] cat crate. Whew!!!!
I will be getting RID of that cat carrier for sure. Just glad his escape was inside my home and didn't happen outside--as he would have been gone forever.
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Also: I was "on a roll" trapping kittens but the TNR came to an abrupt end:
While I was in my car this morning in survellience mode watching my traps, I didn't know that "I" was under survellience too.
Unfortuately the property was broken into recently and cops are keeping an eye on the house hoping to catch the crooks. I was asked "to leave" as they didn't want me getting in the middle of things......
So, trapping has ended and I haven't trapped the last two kittens or mom yet. Hopefully, I can go back when the police are done doing their work.
Docked along the river in Old Sacramento, the beautiful riverboat hotel served as event host.
On Wednesday, April 4, 2018, the Center for Sacramento History in partnership with CNN sister network HLN, presented a screening and panel discussion on the network's documentary series Unmasking A Killer - the Hunt for the Golden State Killer at the Delta King Theatre. HLN's five-part docuseries Unmasking A Killer takes an in-depth look at one of America’s most prolific uncaught serial murderers who began his crimes in Sacramento County. Known first as the East Area Rapist, then the Original Night Stalker, and now the Golden State Killer, he’s responsible for a staggering 51 attacks and 12 murders in California…that we know of. For forty years investigators have been on the manhunt for this sadistic criminal and recent evidence suggests he may still be alive. With the FBI in Sacramento offering a $50,000 reward, the investigation is hotter than ever.
The Golden State Killer began his home-invasion assaults in eastern Sacramento County in 1976 and terrorized the region for three years before moving to the East Bay and ultimately Southern California. In an effort to raise awareness of the Golden State Killer case and ultimately bring the offender to justice, the event included panelists Carol Daly, a retired Sacramento County Sheriff’s Office detective; Paul Holes, a retired Contra Costa County DA investigator; Linda, a Golden State Killer survivor; and Paige Kneeland, Sacramento County Sheriff's Department, who is currently working on the case.
The film’s trailer can be viewed here. The screening was shown to sold-out audience in the 122-seat theater.
Photo by Dylan McDonald.
Delta King Theatre
On Wednesday, April 4, 2018, the Center for Sacramento History in partnership with CNN sister network HLN, presented a screening and panel discussion on the network's documentary series Unmasking A Killer - the Hunt for the Golden State Killer at the Delta King Theatre. HLN's five-part docuseries Unmasking A Killer takes an in-depth look at one of America’s most prolific uncaught serial murderers who began his crimes in Sacramento County. Known first as the East Area Rapist, then the Original Night Stalker, and now the Golden State Killer, he’s responsible for a staggering 51 attacks and 12 murders in California…that we know of. For forty years investigators have been on the manhunt for this sadistic criminal and recent evidence suggests he may still be alive. With the FBI in Sacramento offering a $50,000 reward, the investigation is hotter than ever.
The Golden State Killer began his home-invasion assaults in eastern Sacramento County in 1976 and terrorized the region for three years before moving to the East Bay and ultimately Southern California. In an effort to raise awareness of the Golden State Killer case and ultimately bring the offender to justice, the event included panelists Carol Daly, a retired Sacramento County Sheriff’s Office detective; Paul Holes, a retired Contra Costa County DA investigator; Linda, a Golden State Killer survivor; and Paige Kneeland, Sacramento County Sheriff's Department, who is currently working on the case.
The film’s trailer can be viewed here. The screening was shown to sold-out audience in the 122-seat theater.
Photo by Dylan McDonald.
(shamanicascensionmaps.weebly.com)
Base camp near Uluru (Ayers Rock) central Australia: a place of heart dancing. Entry through Yellow Water Billabong - the eye of the Brolga.
Map legend: Even rock can hold a heart vibration. Can you hear it?
Field notes: The Australian Brolga (Grus rubicunda - the latin = 'crane suffused with red').
~
...on surrender, and the Heart at the base of the spine
I no longer guess a future.
And do not know how we end
nor where
Though I know a story about maps, for you...
on finding the Brolga...
They are private and shy
in an unknown, uncaught way.
They are dancers who leap and bow (and fly)
with lightness as they move,
Their shyness slips away.
They are charming with desire in them.
It is the dancing they are known for.
~
Adapted from 'The Story', Michael Ondaatje Handwriting - poems (Macmillan Publishers)
1 June 2011
Mixed media and collage in large moleskine sketchbook.
Audience members listening to panel discussion.
On Wednesday, April 4, 2018, the Center for Sacramento History in partnership with CNN sister network HLN, presented a screening and panel discussion on the network's documentary series Unmasking A Killer - the Hunt for the Golden State Killer at the Delta King Theatre. HLN's five-part docuseries Unmasking A Killer takes an in-depth look at one of America’s most prolific uncaught serial murderers who began his crimes in Sacramento County. Known first as the East Area Rapist, then the Original Night Stalker, and now the Golden State Killer, he’s responsible for a staggering 51 attacks and 12 murders in California…that we know of. For forty years investigators have been on the manhunt for this sadistic criminal and recent evidence suggests he may still be alive. With the FBI in Sacramento offering a $50,000 reward, the investigation is hotter than ever.
The Golden State Killer began his home-invasion assaults in eastern Sacramento County in 1976 and terrorized the region for three years before moving to the East Bay and ultimately Southern California. In an effort to raise awareness of the Golden State Killer case and ultimately bring the offender to justice, the event included panelists Carol Daly, a retired Sacramento County Sheriff’s Office detective; Paul Holes, a retired Contra Costa County DA investigator; Linda, a Golden State Killer survivor; and Paige Kneeland, Sacramento County Sheriff's Department, who is currently working on the case.
The film’s trailer can be viewed here. The screening was shown to sold-out audience in the 122-seat theater.
Photo by Kim Hayden.
Current and former investigators and the JNB Entertainment production team.
On Wednesday, April 4, 2018, the Center for Sacramento History in partnership with CNN sister network HLN, presented a screening and panel discussion on the network's documentary series Unmasking A Killer - the Hunt for the Golden State Killer at the Delta King Theatre. HLN's five-part docuseries Unmasking A Killer takes an in-depth look at one of America’s most prolific uncaught serial murderers who began his crimes in Sacramento County. Known first as the East Area Rapist, then the Original Night Stalker, and now the Golden State Killer, he’s responsible for a staggering 51 attacks and 12 murders in California…that we know of. For forty years investigators have been on the manhunt for this sadistic criminal and recent evidence suggests he may still be alive. With the FBI in Sacramento offering a $50,000 reward, the investigation is hotter than ever.
The Golden State Killer began his home-invasion assaults in eastern Sacramento County in 1976 and terrorized the region for three years before moving to the East Bay and ultimately Southern California. In an effort to raise awareness of the Golden State Killer case and ultimately bring the offender to justice, the event included panelists Carol Daly, a retired Sacramento County Sheriff’s Office detective; Paul Holes, a retired Contra Costa County DA investigator; Linda, a Golden State Killer survivor; and Paige Kneeland, Sacramento County Sheriff's Department, who is currently working on the case.
The film’s trailer can be viewed here. The screening was shown to sold-out audience in the 122-seat theater.
Photo by Dylan McDonald.
Attendees anxiously await the evening's program.
On Wednesday, April 4, 2018, the Center for Sacramento History in partnership with CNN sister network HLN, presented a screening and panel discussion on the network's documentary series Unmasking A Killer - the Hunt for the Golden State Killer at the Delta King Theatre. HLN's five-part docuseries Unmasking A Killer takes an in-depth look at one of America’s most prolific uncaught serial murderers who began his crimes in Sacramento County. Known first as the East Area Rapist, then the Original Night Stalker, and now the Golden State Killer, he’s responsible for a staggering 51 attacks and 12 murders in California…that we know of. For forty years investigators have been on the manhunt for this sadistic criminal and recent evidence suggests he may still be alive. With the FBI in Sacramento offering a $50,000 reward, the investigation is hotter than ever.
The Golden State Killer began his home-invasion assaults in eastern Sacramento County in 1976 and terrorized the region for three years before moving to the East Bay and ultimately Southern California. In an effort to raise awareness of the Golden State Killer case and ultimately bring the offender to justice, the event included panelists Carol Daly, a retired Sacramento County Sheriff’s Office detective; Paul Holes, a retired Contra Costa County DA investigator; Linda, a Golden State Killer survivor; and Paige Kneeland, Sacramento County Sheriff's Department, who is currently working on the case.
The film’s trailer can be viewed here. The screening was shown to sold-out audience in the 122-seat theater.
Photo by Dylan McDonald.
Moderator Joke Fincioen, JNB Entertainment; Linda, GSK Survivor and Vicitm Advocate; Carol Daly, Sacramento County Sheriff's Department (retired); Paige Kneeland, Sacramento County Sheriff's Department; and Paul Holes, Contra Costa County District Attorney's Office (retired).
On Wednesday, April 4, 2018, the Center for Sacramento History in partnership with CNN sister network HLN, presented a screening and panel discussion on the network's documentary series Unmasking A Killer - the Hunt for the Golden State Killer at the Delta King Theatre. HLN's five-part docuseries Unmasking A Killer takes an in-depth look at one of America’s most prolific uncaught serial murderers who began his crimes in Sacramento County. Known first as the East Area Rapist, then the Original Night Stalker, and now the Golden State Killer, he’s responsible for a staggering 51 attacks and 12 murders in California…that we know of. For forty years investigators have been on the manhunt for this sadistic criminal and recent evidence suggests he may still be alive. With the FBI in Sacramento offering a $50,000 reward, the investigation is hotter than ever.
The Golden State Killer began his home-invasion assaults in eastern Sacramento County in 1976 and terrorized the region for three years before moving to the East Bay and ultimately Southern California. In an effort to raise awareness of the Golden State Killer case and ultimately bring the offender to justice, the event included panelists Carol Daly, a retired Sacramento County Sheriff’s Office detective; Paul Holes, a retired Contra Costa County DA investigator; Linda, a Golden State Killer survivor; and Paige Kneeland, Sacramento County Sheriff's Department, who is currently working on the case.
The film’s trailer can be viewed here. The screening was shown to sold-out audience in the 122-seat theater.
Photo by Kim Hayden.
Tuesday, July 14th N is for Nightlife
This photo was taken at the wedding this past weekend. It shows how many a night looked after staying out way too long. Have been very lucky, that friends and I were never in any serious trouble. There were a few close calls, yet we remained safe and uncaught. Why does it seem all nighttime “issues” have involved alcohol? Never had a drink until after high school graduation, and always said it wasn’t needed to have a great time….then, what happened? Perhaps it was October Fest that used to be held in a tent at a local bar called The Sawmill…maybe it was just The Sawmill. A band Cabbage Crik used to be regulars at the “Mill”, www.cabbagecrik.com , and they’re going to be playing a reunion tour there this next weekend…have to see if there are any tickets left!
Paul Holes speaking with audience member.
On Wednesday, April 4, 2018, the Center for Sacramento History in partnership with CNN sister network HLN, presented a screening and panel discussion on the network's documentary series Unmasking A Killer - the Hunt for the Golden State Killer at the Delta King Theatre. HLN's five-part docuseries Unmasking A Killer takes an in-depth look at one of America’s most prolific uncaught serial murderers who began his crimes in Sacramento County. Known first as the East Area Rapist, then the Original Night Stalker, and now the Golden State Killer, he’s responsible for a staggering 51 attacks and 12 murders in California…that we know of. For forty years investigators have been on the manhunt for this sadistic criminal and recent evidence suggests he may still be alive. With the FBI in Sacramento offering a $50,000 reward, the investigation is hotter than ever.
The Golden State Killer began his home-invasion assaults in eastern Sacramento County in 1976 and terrorized the region for three years before moving to the East Bay and ultimately Southern California. In an effort to raise awareness of the Golden State Killer case and ultimately bring the offender to justice, the event included panelists Carol Daly, a retired Sacramento County Sheriff’s Office detective; Paul Holes, a retired Contra Costa County DA investigator; Linda, a Golden State Killer survivor; and Paige Kneeland, Sacramento County Sheriff's Department, who is currently working on the case.
The film’s trailer can be viewed here. The screening was shown to sold-out audience in the 122-seat theater.
Photo by Dylan McDonald.
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Yesterday I was standing on the beach for my photo and today I'm shoveling snow. What kind of craziness is this? I moved out of New York to escape this white stuff. Snow in Charleston is just wrong ;)
Silverleaf and snowy tears
Wish I could have frozen time this year
You know nothing grows up here
It's all silver leaf and snowy tears
I'm digging in the permafrost
I'm scratching out the lines I never thought you'd cross
I'm sending up a flare for roaming dogs uncaught
In hopes that they might drag you home
Who was Jack The Ripper? And why are we fascinated by the Whitechapel Murders?
Jack is an almost mythical character - no-one knows who he was, and there are thousands of theories out there. Was it one man, or a gang? A medical man or a knowledgeable maniac? A man or a woman?
The only certain thing is that whoever he or they were they were almost the sickest and most disturbed killer in British History. And defiantly the most mysterious and successful uncaught serial killers.
I didn't really know where I was going when I started my Jack. He's one of those dolls I've always wanted to make, but one that I've always been uncertain of. Trying to decide how I would portray him was a nightmare in itself, let alone the nightmares I've been getting from the research - And I'm not easily frightened. The facts of these killings are horrendous, and I avoided the one I knew will upset me most before I could face it - poor Mary Kelly.
As I started making my doll Jack took on a life of his own. I started out thinking I was making a scruffy, disheveled dirty looking killer. But he's had other ideas and has turned into very much the imagined Victorian image of himself.
It's a very interesting history. And I'd highly recommend it if you can stomach the gruesome facts.
If you’d like more information about how and why I create my dolls you can find it here on my blog - natashamorganartdolls.blogspot.com
Jack wears dark grey trousers and waistcoat over his white cotton underwear and shirt. His stiff white collar was attached separately, and he has a smart charcoal grey satin cravat. His double breasted coat is black with shiny buttons. And over all he has a cape overcoat to keep off the rain. On his head is a very tall top hat in black felt, and in his hand he carries the knife with which he carried out his dreadful murders.
For more information on this doll and how she was made please visit my blog - natashamorganartdolls.blogspot.com/
Or my Etsy Store - NatashaMorgan.etsy.com/
OOAK hand sculpted Art Doll made by Natasha Morgan
Copyright © 2012 Natasha Morgan.
All rights reseved.
"When I disappear, do you fear for my sister and talk
When I disappear, it is clear I am up to no good
I am drearily blunt, letting this [Inaudible]
So the last thing you realize
You’ll miss what you already got
So touch me or don’t
Just let me know
Where you’ve been
So drop me a line with a hook and some raw bleeding bait
Well I am uncaught and still swimming alone in the lake
(five, six, seven, eight)
Shimmering under a moon made in anger and angst
Shimmering like a penny out of reach in the subway grate
(Shimmering like a coin kept safe away,
you’ll never listen to anything)
So touch me or don’t
Just let me know
Where you’ve been
We could leave it alone,
I’m sure there’s someone who knows
Where you’ve been."
--"Luca" by Brand New
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I've been listening to this non-stop. I love that song. Give it a listen? = )
Playing powder puff football tonight. (Red's gonna win!)
= )
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I have been using MTNL broadband as my internet service provider and my net my uploads everything was running smoothly ,if there was a problem it was immediately solved once I personally approached people at the MTNL Broadband office at St Martins Road Bandra.
I never grumbled or complained about MTNL broadband but since the day after Bakra Eid my problems began my net was dead all day all evening it was there for sometime in the night than again went dead.
I gave it another try this morning and managed to upload 1 picture and there are a lot more I shot of the bull and goat kurbani on Bakra Eid
So now you know why I want to surrender my modem and phone back to MTNL Broadband.. I am really really pissed I pay for a service that is poor pathetic and very bad,
Their technicians know I have a genuine serious problem but they have no cure for it and as I write this they are enjoying their Sunday holiday why bother after all this is a typical made in India problem, we are products of a fucked system that will never change apathy corruption is written in golden words on the soul of our nation , a rich nation that has been raped by those who run it protect their own kind for the convenience of governance they merely replace the players and the musical chairs.
A scam is happening but who really cares this politics in a janta darbar,an encounter specialist on the run, a man responsible for law and order and gunning down people and the silence of the people on the top allowing the rogueminister or cop to go scott free .
At the end of the day add your two bits on the Barkha Dutt show after all it is TRP that counts I am shocked how Mr Salman Khan prostitutes the Big Boss show for money and not for anything else and on the other hands wants the nations conscience on prime time to Be Human.
And Marziya Shakir my three year old grand daughter is Salman Khans greatest fan.
It hurts there is no justification and madam Rakhi Sawantji calling a man Namard is as bad as calling te government in the same abusive manner for the sale of glamor glitz and big bucks.
Yes we are products of an impotency that too comes from being Indians it was bequeathed to us much before our birth.
Somewhere out there there is a bigger player uncaught bigger than Raju or Mr Kalmadi. its called greed and it is the base ingredient in the fucked soul of Humanity.
"You remember the sandstorm?"
Kurga nodded. "I thought Prudence had lost her mind when she said we were going to ride it out."
"You were probably right. During the worst of it, i thought i heard laughter over the hissing sand under the hull. i turned and there was our Prudence, veils and robes, demeanor of stone all forgotten, black curls fluttering in the uncaught wind, her eyes wet with what i can only assume would have been unbridled joy in anyone with a heart. She may have lost her mind but i think she found herself in that storm on her boat. That's the Prudy i will miss. The one i could have fallen in love with."
"It sounds like you did."
Chuvoga sipped his coffee. "Then it's a shame she's dead."
So still working and learning. Learning not to use watercolor on printer paper. Learning that i really need to plot out the vehicles better before i ink.
"When I disappear, do you fear for my sister and talk
When I disappear, it is clear I am up to no good
I am drearily blunt, letting this [Inaudible]
So the last thing you realize
You’ll miss what you already got
So touch me or don’t
Just let me know
Where you’ve been
So drop me a line with a hook and some raw bleeding bait
Well I am uncaught and still swimming alone in the lake
(five, six, seven, eight)
Shimmering under a moon made in anger and angst
Shimmering like a penny out of reach in the subway grate
(Shimmering like a coin kept safe away,
you’ll never listen to anything)
So touch me or don’t
Just let me know
Where you’ve been
We could leave it alone,
I’m sure there’s someone who knows
Where you’ve been
[]
Not with the faults we found
So we fixed you with sea men’s galoshes
No one can save you now
Unless you have friends among fish
There’ll still be no air to breathe
You could drink up the entire ocean
I’ll still find someone to be everything we know that you’ll never be
So touch me or don’t
Just let me know
Where you’ve been
Or we could leave it alone
I’m sure there’s someone who knows
Where you’ve been."
--"Luca" by Brand New
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Yay. Photography! = )
My high school just finished celebrating Homecoming. And guess who left their camera in their locker the WHOLE day....yep. ME. =(
It's easy to take a photo that makes it look like you are juggling. Just hold a ball in each hand then throw a third ball into the air-- click the picture. If the third ball falls to the ground uncaught, no one has to know.
It was a gruesome murder, shocking residents and deserting Redding's popular riverfront trail.
Four years ago today, Christine Munro, a 37-year-old Redding nurse and mother of four, was found along the Sacramento River Trail, her throat slashed. She'd been jogging in the early evening hours.
Fear swelled during ensuing weeks, leaving the long pathway nearly deserted. Nerves weren't calmed by the fact the killer went uncaught, although Michael Vielbig of Redding, a convicted rapist and kidnapper who remains in prison, confessed in 1997 to killing Munro.
Authorities did not have enough evidence to charge Vielbig with the crime.
Alex Breitler
Record Searchlight
During my last days in Vladivostok, I saw an unusual amount of crowd near the movie theatre next to my hotel. There was lots of music and cops and marines guarding the area. As it turned out, it was the Pacific Meridian film festival. One by one, movie stars arrived in their posh Renaults...I didn't recognise any of them, but they must be really famous.
But, an extraordinary thing happened after that! The barricades keeping people out of the area were removed just as the last of the movie stars were going inside, and naturally, everyone rushed up to get a better view. I didn't know what the hell was going on (my russian is very bad) but I saw some people going inside, and I assumed they were letting some people in to take a look. So I slipped in with them. But when I went further , I realised all of a sudden that I was not supposed to be there. However, it was too late to turn back. So, I acted as if I belonged there, and I remained uncaught!! I had a nice chat with the stars and the directors (and you know what? one of the directors told me that I looked familiar lol) the girl walking up the stairs in the picture(she must be a famous child actress, again I don't know her name!! but she had an American accent) was going around the room photographing people, and I think she took some photos of me too. so if any of you recognise her, go to her website and if she uploads the photos that she took on the site, you may even find some pics of me!
Afterwards, as we were all escourted into the main hall, I saw at least 100 flashes from the cameramen which totally blinded me, but you know, it isn't such a bad feeling! It wouldn't be surprising though, if some photos of me appeared on Russian newspapers with the title saying 'Who is he?' However, it was an experience of a lifetime!!
the adjustable Universe by Arne Jones is finally back in order - a long wait for the replacement of the three inner rings, which were stolen while the sculpture was in storage during the rebuilding of the square and tram station in 2008-2009. The recipe for the alloy had been lost, apparently, so reconstructing the process took it's time. May the Force punish all metal thieves that go uncaught by the Law, particularly those who view public art as just scrap metal.
Well, the only one I saw, anyway. Out of hundreds.
And it's probably actually an uncaught typo.
Have to like the sentiment, though (and the use of refrigerator magnets):
"I WAS TOLD THER'D BE COOKIES".
Wall padding protects my RV gate as well as providing good visibility and preventing bad bounces of uncaught balls.
the adjustable Universe by Arne Jones is finally back in order - a long wait for the replacement of the three inner rings, which were stolen while the sculpture was in storage during the rebuilding of the square and tram station in 2008-2009. The recipe for the alloy had been lost, apparently, so reconstructing the process took it's time. May the Force punish all metal thieves that go uncaught by the Law, particularly those who view public art as just scrap metal.
10:30 Show, Rivers of America, Disneyland, April 17, 2011
Poor Maleficent. When Maleficent was doing her speech part of her gown got stuck on her horn and she was struggling to get uncaught and finally did after she started to transform into a dragon. Even though she was stuck, she was still fiery as ever!
10:30 Show, Rivers of America, Disneyland, April 17, 2011
Poor Maleficent. When Maleficent was doing her speech part of her gown got stuck on her horn and she was struggling to get uncaught and finally did after she started to transform into a dragon. Even though she was stuck, she was still fiery as ever!