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The Honorable Catherine Cortez Masto
Attorney General of the State of Nevada
100 North Carson Street
Carson City, NV 89701-4717
What is the responsibility of a public defender towards a criminal defendant?
Is it to assist the accused in the preparation of a defense, as stated in the U.S. Constitution (6th Amendment: In all criminal prosecutions, the accused shall enjoy the right to a speedy and public trial; by an impartial jury of the State and district wherein the crime shall have been committed, which district shall have been previously ascertained by law, and to be informed of the nature and cause of the accusation; to be confronted with the witnesses against him; to have compulsory process for obtaining witnesses in his favor, and to have the assistance of counsel for his defense. ) or not?
These questions are not asked lightly and are primarily based upon personal experience from more than 20 years ago in the State of California. Quite frankly, the process left me with disgust. The attorneys I encountered were among the rudest, most obnoxious people I had ever met. My first arrest was due to seizures I had been experiencing which were mistaken for illegal drug use, resulting in a diagnosis of PTSD and the loss of a job at a small computer company. Following this, I did exhibit some strange behaviors which resulted in several more arrests, including a warrant issued in the wrong name as well as being lost in the system twice, among other indignities.
I do believe in acting responsible and in 1992 received Honorable Mention for a paper I wrote on how mental health courts could provide better treatment while saving communities money. I later served on Judge Breen's committee which helped to form Nevada's first mental health court, as well as a volunteered on several mental health related boards. However, the memories of my experiences in the courts of Los Angeles still trouble me as they have negative implications for the future of America.
Step 4 of the Dalai Lama's method of transforming anger is to take action which will help people who find themselves in a similar position as the incidents which made you angry. I view this letter as an action to help reduce injustice, which should result in Nevada, as well as the U.S., and the world becoming a better place to live.
While actions of individual attorneys did vary, and not all performed each of these actions, the basic performance was:
- Upon meeting, tell defendant: "Plead no contest and I can get you out of jail by tomorrow."
- Should defendant protest innocence, tell defendant: "It doesn't make any difference if you are guilty or not, plead no contest anyway, that's the way the system works."
- Should defendant still protest: Display contempt towards defendant with a physical gesture.
- Should defendant still protest: Inform defendant that charges will be increased, he will not receive any assistance from the attorneys, and he will spend years in prison, even if only charged with a misdemeanor.
I have also had attorneys tell me "We (the attorneys) decided that everyone charged with a crime will be found guilty of something"; " If you were innocent, you would have been born rich enough to afford a good attorney"; "That's all you people use as an excuse" (when attempting to obtain medication for my medical condition); as well as deliberately misleading me as to the meaning of 'waiving time' – lawyer short-hand for giving up the Constitutional right to a fair and speedy trial.
I came to understand, in time, that my experiences where not isolated incidents but rather the commonly accepted way of doing business in the courts of Los Angeles. As I understand it, changes in court procedure in some counties have resulted from economizing on the cost of court due to the increased expenditures imposed by Miranda v Arizona (384 U.S. 436, 1966). The above actions generally took place not in the court room, but in the conferences which occur prior to the proceedings which are closed to all except the attorney and defendant; except these conferences are typically crowded resulting in other defendants overhearing everything spoken.
Among the unintended consequences of Miranda are:
- Police no longer give suspects an opportunity to clear themselves.
- More suspects are arrested.
- Plea Bargains have largely replaced Trials.
- Crime is encouraged and rewarded.
- The innocent, and those who have mitigating circumstances regarding the charges they face, are often scapegoated.
- Police errors and abuse are often covered up.
The use of 'waiving time', lawyer shorthand for giving up the right to a fair and speedy trial, was common. When I asked my attorney what it meant, he said it was to delay a trail for a few days so he could get ready. A few days turned out to be 30 days, and then he just pressured me to plead 'no contest.' When I tried to enlist his aid in obtaining prescription medication for a condition I had since age 10 or 11, he told me "That's what all you people use as an excuse." After 74 days in solitary, I caved in order not to die in jail. The California Bar Assn. could not see anything wrong with the actions of this attorney.
The implications of Imbler v Pachtman, (424 U.S. 409, 1976) , as well as REHBERG v. PAULK No. 10–788( Argued November 1, 2011—Decided April 2, 2012) in which the U.S. Supreme Court encourages malicious prosecution is also troubling. Perhaps the justices in the majority should be impeached for their callous disregard of the Preamble to the Constitution: We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defence, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.
More about my experiences and observations regarding the criminal justice system, as practiced in Los Angeles County, can be found at The Plea Bargain System – An Evil Destroying America? http://youtu.be/VSZZXgevT7k .
While I have not heard of anyone in Nevada being subject to the extent of depravity under color of law, as commonly practiced in Los Angeles, many people I have spoken to believe they have been betrayed by their court appointed attorneys and unfairly manipulated into unjust plea bargains. It is also likely that many are in Nevada prisons and jails due to the effects of trauma. As I wait your considered response to the questions which I raise at the beginning of this letter, I hope you will take the time to read the book – Healing Trauma by Peter Levine, Ph.D. and also make your recommendations about how the courts should take the effects of trauma into consideration when certain criminal and domestic situations come before the bench.
Thank You for your attention to this matter,
Robert S. Bennett
EC: The Commissioners of Washoe County


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First of all, some housekeeping. You can now: Follow my blog with Bloglovin
Second, I rode my Copperhorse last night. He was kinda lazy. And I can't really say that I blame him. It has been super hot, then I drag him into the barn and make him carry me around the barn. He's been super easy to get along with, even when I ask him to be more forward instead of just puttering where he's comfortable jogging around like a pleasure horse. I've been riding so sparingly lately that I haven't been pushing him hard when I ride. It has been more about maintaining his brain than conditioning for anything. I know the first time we haul to G's for a lesson will kill both of us. We're so out of shape.
In that vein, Copper was NQR yesterday (and when I brought him in on the 17th. As I mentioned earlier, he was weird in his hind end on the 17th, and it was kind of like he was tying up, but not really? I've been pondering that a) something is wonky/sore/out with his croup/hip/back region (yes, this is vague, but I'm certainly no lameness specialist) or b) his topline is weak and he can't sustain his strength at every moment throughout our rides. The last one seems unlikely since he's in pretty decent shape. His topline lacks visually, but looks better than it did last summer when he was toting me around for longer durations of time. His lameness last night didn't present itself except when I was riding, and it was so occasional that I didn't worry with it much. It didn't feel like what it looked like on the 17th. It felt more like a bad step in his front end, whereas on the 17th it was more like he was completely reluctant to move forward, and once he did, he walked like something was in his butt…sorry…only way to describe…lol.
The problem with Copper and lamenesses is that he's a twerp for the vet and has to be sedated for any work to be done. Obviously tampering with his consciousness impacts his demonstration of soundness, so that is lovely. Game plan for now is to get A (who is coming in next weekend!!!) to help me pinpoint what I'm feeling. If it continues to present itself, the vet will be out to determine if Paige is pregnant the following week and we'll go from there. What's another vet bill anyways? *throws money into fire* I don't really mind super much with Copper. He's been a pretty low key guy as far as needing vet visits. If he sedates him for anything, I may go ahead and have him remove the chunk of whatever that is in Copper's neck from 2012. We think it is a calcified splinter of some sort.
He's been so laid back lately despite being ridden so seldom. When A comes in next weekend, I anticipate that I'll ride him outside. I'm pretty sure I would've crossed that bridge by now if I didn't ride alone so often. I think he and I are both beyond bored with riding in the barn, and my inclination to include crossrails/ground poles was a fail with him. He smacks them with his hooves…which may have something to do with the wonky steps he took last night. ha. He did sidepass over one of the poles decently last night, then when I walked him up to do it again, he tried standing on the pole. It was very reminiscent of the time he pawed the mounting block and got it stuck on his leg. Apparently he is unable to use things the way they were intended. Must have new way to use all the things!
His lady friend hasn't been in his field lately, but we spotted her walking around in my brother's yard. Copper was amused.
This weekend is supposed to be cool, which is much anticipated because Jason has been complaining that he doesn't want to work on the wall until it cooled down some. It's supposed to be cool and rainy all weekend, so I think He's in trouble now. 🙂 Have a great weekend!

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Toolify – DIY woodworking jigs, tools, and robots
Kriss from Toolify (YouTube) will bring along a handful of projects from his most popular videos. Check out his Knife Sharpening Robot, Adjustable Routing Template, and novelty items such as a wooden chain (cut from a solid piece of wood), wooden hex nut, and more!
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My name is Gary Boyless, I would like to welcome you to Mystic Divinations. Before getting down to business, however, please allow me to tell you a bit about myself.
I am a clairvoyant/medium. I do Tarot and Oracle as well as Ouija readings. I also offer a wide range of other types of energy readings as well.
I was raised in a Christian home, but the older I got the more disenchanted I grew with the Christian faith. This disenchantment coupled with my own detached feelings with the church and with my place in the world, began pulling me to search for my place in this world. I learned at a young age, that I was a gifted empath. Eventually, I ended up realizing that the spirituality of ancient Egypt had always spoken loudest to me, as did their gods, but none more clearly than the god Wsr, (Osiris). As I began to delve deeper into my own spirituality, I learned that I connected strongly with different forms of divination. The method I connected to most, was the Tarot. I eventually held down my own Tarot booth at a psychic fair, and even read Tarot at the Unitarian Universalist Fellowship of Midland, Michigan where I was a member at the time. Over the years, I discovered that I could see people's auras. The deeper and more involved I got in my spiritual path, the more I discovered about myself.
After working the psychic fair and a Halloween party at UUFoM, I desired to use my gifts to help others. Over the years that followed I did tarot readings for different friends. More recently, I was encouraged to reach out on a larger scale to others with my readings. That is where the idea for this page comes in. I am offering not just my services as a Tarot reader, but also my services in guided meditations and medium/clairvoyant services. I am constantly growing/expanding developing my gifts, so, I am constantly updating this site. The more I develop and perfect my craft, the more I will offer to those who seek.
I have seen what others charge for these same services, and I myself would be ashamed to charge such high prices. I am being brutally honest here, I myself live life on a strict budget, but I don't do this for the money. What I do, I do for the benefit of others. Because of this, I try to keep my rates low, and will never charge more than I am willing and able to pay for the same services, and trust me that's not much since I get less than $800.00 a month. I get enough to just get by from month to month sometimes. Still, I keep my rates cheap, so those seeking the type of services I offer, can get the answers and services they are seeking. If someone wishes to pay more than the quoted prices on this site, that is fine, but I will never ask for more than what I have quoted on the pages of this site.
So, if you are interested in a reading or guided meditation, I hope to see you soon.
I can also be found on the Xtarot directory by copying and pasting this link to your browser. http://www.tarotreadingdirectory.com/en/card-reading


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All of our Escape Games are private and will accommodate 2-8 guests. Walk-ins are welcome, but reservations are encouraged if you want a particular time and escape room for your group. Book online, by phone, or by email.
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Escapology is the world's fastest growing escape-the-room franchise. It is a high adrenaline escape game where players are locked inside a themed room and must complete their mission before time runs out. During the 60-minute experience players are immersed into a real-life adventure where they must find hidden clues, crack codes, solve challenging puzzles and escape!
How long will the experience last?
The game itself is 60 minutes although you might escape earlier! You need to arrive at least 15 minutes before your start time and after your game you will be given a game debrief and we will take your team photo. Allow 90 minutes for your end-to-end experience.
What skills do I need to play?
No special skills or knowledge are required to play the games, apart from a decent understanding of English.
May I leave the room in the middle of the game?
It is better for your experience to stay in the game until you escape, although in an emergency you can always leave the game.
What if we need help during the game?
You'll be monitored closely via secret surveillance linked directly to your dedicated Game Master in our Control Room. If you are stuck you may ask them for a hint!
May I book a large group or a private event?
Yes you can! You'll need to contact the venue individually and they will be able to advise on what is best for your group.
How do I book a game?
Just choose your location and click the BOOK NOW button. You can either go directly to the booking page or check out the games first. All games have a BOOK NOW button clearly displayed.
Where do I park when I arrive for my booking?
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Can we book a room with more than 8 guests?
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What happens if I arrive late?
As a courtesy to all players, all games start exactly at their published time. If you arrive late you can still play but you will have time deducted from your 60 minutes. You must arrive at least 15 minutes before your game start time in order to check in and sign your waivers. There will be no refunds for late arrivals.
Are mobile phones permitted?
No! Mobile phones are not allowed to be used in the room. The use of electronic devices or any outside tools are strictly prohibited. We provide a safe place in each game room for you to store your phone and belongings while you play!
What do we do if we don't want to be booked with other people?
No need to do anything. All of our Escape Rooms are private. Which means that whether you book with 2 guests or up to 8 guests, you will have the room exclusively for your booking.
What is your cancellation policy?
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Am I really locked in a room?
No. Fire marshals would never allow that. You will definitely "feel" like you are locked in but if you ever need to step out of the room, then you can. You will be so immersed in the game that you won't even think about it!
Are your games wheelchair accessible?
Yes. We pride ourselves on having totally accessible games. There maybe occasional puzzles that require additional assistance but in general everyone can play an active part in all aspects of the games.
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Is there a dress code?
Just come as you are! Just make sure you are comfortable as all of your senses will be on high alert!
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So I'm back! My flight and the whole adventure of leaving was incredibly sad. Jon, Marisa and I got a hotel near the airport in order to be a bit closer for my 6 am check-in time (we live two hours from the airport), so to spend the evening we bought some wine and watched hotel tv. In the morning, the wine in my stomach combined with the ball of sadness to overall make me feel like throwing up. I was pretty miserable-trying to go through the gate to actually start the real check-in, which meant leaving the two of them, mostly involved me running back and forth a few times, while crying and squeezing them far too much. Eventually I did say my farewells and checked in-I'd had to check my one carry-on because it was too heavy, and in true Asian fashion, they apologized for my inconvenience and upgraded me to business class for my flight! I thought that was just swell of them, although I felt too sad to really enjoy it, plus the upgrade was only the first leg of my journey-a two hour flight to Japan to make the connection on to Chicago. Business clas would have been fabulous for the transcontinental journey…but I digress.
The Tokyo-Chicago 11 hour leg of the trip was not a good one. There was an impossibly adorable infant, maybe 2 weeks old, sitting in the next row over. Cried the ENTIRE TIME. I wasn't angry or anything, although I'm sure many were, but that baby was unhappy, to say the least, so that made sleeping/sitting overall a bit more uncomfortable than anyone really wants on a flight over the ocean. Anyway, from Chicago to Columbus was quick and painless, though by this point I couldn't keep my eyes open even for the short 40 minute flight. When my Dad saw me strolling somewhat druggedly through the airport, he laughed. Then we got my bags (they all made it! although my large blue piece of luggage is now missing a zipper, wtf?) and we went to Chipotle. AMERICAAAAAAA!!
Last night some of the bff's fo life came over, which was at once wonderful and hilarious due to my extreme jet lag and the fact that I'd only had the chance to nap for a little over 2 hours before one Mr. Joe jumped on me while screaming about how he was happy I was back. The evening was laid back and now my jet lag has gotten me up before 8 am to get a big start on a busy, rainy Monday in Ohio. It's good to be back, although my heart hurts for my favorites I've left in Korea. Marisa, Jon…I love you both so much. Thank God for Skype.
And now to get reassimilated to that good ol American life…(now with health care, new and improved)!


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I found another awesometastic wooden sign!
|Wedding Reception Timeline via Every Last Detail
Timelines are great for guests, especially the ones that want to constantly be in-the-know (like me, I am a mess as a guest at a wedding, don't invite me to your wedding, unless you want me to help you, make me the unofficial bathroom attendant or something).
With this handy dandy timeline sign, they know what's going on and when it's happening. It also helps ensure that everyone is in the right place at the right time.
Another easy DIY to add a personal touch to your wedding day!


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Wednesday, November 21, 2018
Tracing delayed/lost USPS packages is a waste of time
It won't happen.
It can't happen.
And here is a proof:
As you can see we've placed a search/trace request for some package back in July 2018.
Since then about once every month we receive one of the above messages, ensuring us that "every effort is being made to locate" it.
We have long forgotten what this is about, of course. We settled it with the buyer one way or another - honestly do not even remember how, but most of the time it would be in buyer's favor, although there are times when we may fight against that if, for example, our listing advises against using First Class and buyer still insists on the cheaper and less reliable, thus giving up their rights to object issues caused by USPS.
So long story short, if we've sent you here it is because we want you to know how an average package tracing ends up when filed up with USPS.
You can't move them. You can't impress them.
It'll be easier to explain to average American why Trump's certain personal traits are devastating for the political moral in the country (while others may be beneficial - it is definitely not all black and white picture).
So sorry folks, and please do not take it personal if USPS has delayed or lost your package or if you're an avid Trump supporter.
We do not have the slightest meaning to be attacking anyone, but facts speak for themselves - USPS sends useless messages for long obsolete search and Trump keeps instilling unethical behavior as a norm in the society.
USPS also delivers lots of packages every day at a price better than any other carrier I know of.
And Trump has some very spot on views on certain political and economical aspects, such Germany can't be treated as if it's post WW2 times and China can't be treated as if it's developing country anymore.
Which is again to say it's not just black and white and we're not simply anti-USPS or anti-Trump.
But where they lack they lack and it isn't up to us - or you for that matter - to change them at will.
For good or bad it simply doesn't work that way.
2 comments:
- Unknown said...
It is not Trump that lost the package.
USPS was separated from the government about 50 yrs ago and created as a self revenue producing agency.
Apathy has been in the USPS for many years. Some employees care - a few do not - some do not know any better.
Have had packages lost-never to be found - it started out with same email. Some show up - some do not.Had one that turned out to be dropped at receiving delivery small PO. Receiver cussed me out that 2 of 18 books were missing. Two months later she wrote back that she saw the books on the shelf on the wall behind in counter in the lost and found group.
USPS is still a great deal compared to other countries - service and rates.
- January 10, 2019 at 10:46 PM
- Ab Devilliers said...
Maybe this will help the United States Postal Service from losing billions of dollars per quarter? And, don't worry about the job losses, we can use attrition and allow early retirement for the postal carriers. liteblue usps login The driver opens the mail-box and puts in the mail - heck even a simple robot can do that task and the driverless autonomous mail jeep can get it there, on-time, every day, rain or shine.
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Greetings, growers! A few months ago we at WeedGrowHub started a Christmas Giveaway where you could get free cannabis seeds for starting your online growing journal on our website. The offer drew so much attention that we decided to turn it into a Winter Giveaway, so that more people got a chance to become a part of our fast-growing community of marijuana lovers and receive high-quality weed seeds for free.
Thank you all for joining our Grow Reports project and sharing your experience with our readers. We really appreciate that! If you have posted a valid grow report during our giveaways, your prize is most likely already on its way to you.
Have not heard about our grow reports yet? Read this article and start your first grow journal right now! This is a great opportunity to keep all the notes you make while growing your cannabis plants, ask an expert, communicate with like-minded people, and share your personal experience, growing tips and tricks with other marijuana cultivators.
If you want to get a better understanding of what this special offer was about and how our Grow Reports platform works, watch the video below.
Although primarily we wanted to draw the attention of cannabis growers from the U.S., there were a lot of people from other countries who joined our little competition. In total, more than 450 people joined the Grow Reports project. Most of them posted their grow reports and shared their experience with everyone. Together, they posted almost 200 reports and almost 300 posts, sharing their marijuana cultivation experience at every step of the process, from seed to plant.
In the end, we have 32 lucky winners from six countries who will receive free cannabis seeds from WeedGrowHub. Our team is currently working on collecting the mailing addresses of the winners. If you were among the users who took part in our special offer, please, be sure to check the e-mail you used when you created your account on WeedGrowHub.
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We make our best to fix all the problems you guys tell us about as soon as possible. As of today, we have optimized and sped up our website so you won't have to wait too long for all the pages and content to download. We have also fixed the problem some of you reported having while watching videos on our website.
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PA Police May be Operating in Jerusalem
Aryeh King, head of the Israel Lands Fund, confirmed that he has frequently seen the PA police when he dealt with land he had purchased from Arabs outside of the green line. In addition, he confirmed that Ben-rubi had also told a foreign journalist previously that the PA police sometimes operate within the Jerusalem municipality.
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Pat attended our April Conceal Carry and Home Defense Class. It was his first firearms class ever and he did great! Thanks Pat!


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Even though Thanksgiving has passed and we still have memories of the excitement (and calories) of our festivities, there are still plenty of garden adventures we can accomplish this time of year. Over the past few eGreenTips, I have keep you abreast of what I have done to my lawn to keep it green. In early September I did the following:
Step 1 – used a dethatching machine to allow for better water and air penetration to the root system and to allow seed-to-soil contact.
Step 2 – reseeded with a blended fine-fescue grass seed (TLC Blend).
Step 3 – added lawn lime at the rate of 40# per 1000 sq ft to raise the acidity level of my soil so nutrients would be absorbed more efficiently.
Step 4 – applied a natural based lawn Starter fertilizer.
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5th grade students spend the last period every Friday in clubs.
Student staff support services help 5th graders choose which club they do each semester.
Presently, we have the following clubs:
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Vossen Wheels released photos of an Audi A7 wearing their VVSCV7 wheels in 20x10.5 inch size. I LOVE how they used the showroom to shoot this Audi. Floor's so shiny, you can see the reflection. Check it out...
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Our Mission
The Mission of the Kiwanis Music Festival Association of Greater Toronto is to operate exceptional annual competitive music and performing arts festivals. Working closely with educators and parents, the Festival encourages young people to know and love the arts and fosters the values of self-discipline, teamwork and excellence. In addition, the Festival Association supports the further development of the performing arts in Canada and of young people through the provision of scholarships and performance opportunities.
The Festival Association seeks the highest standards in all aspects of its operations. The Association achieves its mission with a small highly-motivated professional staff and a large number of dedicated volunteers, both Kiwanians and members of the public. It obtains funding through its operations, Kiwanis Clubs and Kiwanians and from individuals, organizations and corporations within the community.
We know – through scientific research and our years of experience – that musical training can be of significant value towards the positive up-bringing and education of a child. The Music Festival provides an excellent opportunity for young people to prepare carefully a piece of music, perform it to the best of their ability in front of their peers, and receive an expert's appraisal of their performance. Quite apart from the joy of taking part in the act of making music, there is the invaluable experience working hard toward a goal and seeing it through. There's significant value in listening to other people playing or singing and measuring one's performance against them, and having them listen to you.
Everyone encounters competition throughout life. The music festival's healthy and positive approach is wonderful training and prepares a child by instilling confidence and building self-awareness and understanding.
If you want to help young people through music, please consider a tax-deductible donation to the festival.


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Plum Mascarpone Tart
Autumn is here, and it brought lovely plums and peaches. And while these usually make for more traditional, hearty pies, they also perfectly compliment a sweet tart like this. (more…)
Raspberry Cheesecake Tart
It's 34°C out there today and just typing this has me soaked. I would not turn the oven to save my life today, but luckily, my work half-year-anniversary was already last week. As a treat for my lovely, new colleagues, I brought in two types of tartes - Raspberry & Cheesecake, and Dark Chocolate & Salted Caramel. Here's the first of the two. (more…)
German Steak Sandwich
Alright, there is no German Steak Sandwich. But there should be. We have excellent meat, fresh produce, great cheese and the absolute best beer to wash it down. And thanks to our close vicinity to Italy, Mozzarella and Antipasti are always at our fingertips. Philly's got nothing on us. (more…)


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Thursday, March 06, 2008
Delusions of grandeur, much? Ingraham believes that to be an effective family therapist you must listen to her show? And notice how after finding out the guest doesn't listen to talk radio Ingraham wants to dig up info on the guest so that she can personally "destroy her" with ad hominem attacks. Ingraham begins saying "she's a big liberal" - you can hear the dripping contempt she has for "liberals". The guest actually works with the conservative Heritage Foundation, but to the Manichean ego-maniac, if you don't listen to Lord Ingraham, Goddess of the AM you're a "liberal" and an idiot.
And this psycho is Bill O'Reilly's regular Friday guest host.
Edit - Commenting further, notice how reflexive it is for Ingraham to start looking to attack the guest's character. In the worldview of Ingraham and so many of her ideological cohorts, to disagree with them on something (in this case apparently that one must listen to AM radio) means that by definition there must be something wrong with your character. If they can find (or in many cases - fabricate) something wrong with a person's character then they don't have to bother considering why someone might disagree with them on an issue. It isn't so much about the person being attacked as it is about them finding someway to reduce cognitive dissonance for themselves; in short, a way of circumventing having to think.
Recall that this is exactly what happened to Glenn Greenwald for criticizing the hypocrisy of Malkin-sphere bloggers.
3 comments:
- Sheldon said...
From listening it is clear that Ingraham has an over-blown sense of importance for her and right-wing talk radio in general.
Fortunately she is wrong. Righty talk radio has been shown to be fairly inconsequential in lobbying for their choice of Republican nominee. (Guiliani or Romney)
It's also interesting that she is bascially telling the guest that she should be doing her homework, by listening to Ingraham's show. Yet the guest is the one who is supposedly invited on the show to share her expertise.
- wehoho said...
And note that she instructs her staff during the break to find more on the guest, muttering something about not having read anything about her. So she rails at the guest for not listening to her show ("Do some research!") but then acknowledges that she - the interviewer - doesn't know anything about her guest. Hypocrite much?
- Sheldon said...
Along those lines, another observation. Like O'Reilly, some of these hosts like to make it seem like so much of everything is about them. Any mention of O'Reilly in any newspaper in the U.S., and he usually has a story about it on his show.
And interviews. The main reason O'Reilly interviews anybody, is to have an opportunity to tell us what he thinks. Always directing the focus to him. I only very rarely hear Ingraham, so I don't know if she does the same.


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R.O.S.E - Return Of Some Extra-terrestrials
Everything is prepared. We believe. We are faithful. The operation will begin... soon.
The Doctor woke up screaming.
He often did that. Well, of late. The sudden jolt into consciousness gave him enough stimuli to block out the nightmares he suffered – at least long enough for him to get tangled up in some other distraction. Yes, other people's problems seemed so desirable nowadays. Unlike his own, they seemed solvable.
The Doctor got off the battered chaise lounge and looked around the control room of his battered Time And Relative Dimension In Space machine. The old girl had not been the latest model when he'd borrowed her some millennia ago, and after the damage sustained during the War she was being run on the smell of artron energy and an old pair of tights.
The control chamber was now large and vaguely dome-shaped, supported by curving bronze root-like pillars and composed of overlapping bronze plates. He'd managed to keep a type of roundel decoration out of nostalgia, but now found himself trying to avoid looking at the pattern – it reminded him too much of Dalek sensor domes.
The Doctor strode up the gantry towards the control console. It had been taken apart and put back together so many times most of its circuitry was exposed and half the control systems replaced with whatever seemed workable at the time.
'Where to next?' he muttered bitterly and adjusted the controls. 'Ah, yes, the Nestene Consciousness. Back to Earth then, I suppose.'
The whole structure shook and vibrated around him as the tired sound of the relative dimensional stabilizer boomed in his ears. How he used to bitch about his old ship – he never knew when he was well off. The TARDIS shook once more and then stabilized. The 25th century Sumaron laptop bolted to the console showed the pale-blue orb of Earth and its solitary moon.
With a dismissive sigh, the Doctor punched up the search program and stood back. His half-hearted mission after the end of the War was to see just how extensive the damage was and what – if any – aid he could provide. The Nestene Consciousness was the latest on a long line of civilizations annihilated in the cross-fire. The colonies, protein planets, even the home world were blasted and dead. Only a few anomalous energy readings gave any clue what had happened to the natives.
A space-time warp-shunt, bridging the Nestene home world back to the Earth of the early twenty-first century. They had something of a ready-made base there, the scattered remnants of several invasion attempts already waiting for them. The Doctor had naively hoped the Nestene Consciousness would abide by the rules of the Shadow Proclamation and co-exist peacefully (and, indeed, secretly if need be) with the humans, but as the scanner worked its way across the Earth, that idealism died.
The shunt was located somewhere in England, in the latter months of the year 2005. Tiny sparks of high-concentrated psi-energy flickered across the island, presumably originating from the sole surviving Nestene. Obviously, its Auton duplicates had managed to set up minor transmitters across London, with the Consciousness itself beneath the main transmitter.
Psi-readings have no physical dimension, and even the sensors of the TARDIS couldn't guess the true location until the Nestene Consciousness used the main transmitter. Only echoes were available. 'And they'll just have to do,' the Doctor muttered.
Flipping some more controls, the navigational computers locked onto the probably source of a secondary transmitter and the labored grating of the engines began once again. As the TARDIS swayed and shuddered, the Doctor slipped on his battered leather jacket and shook out his long mane of chestnut curls. He glanced at the occasional table and picked up a Cyrrenic Empire thermite pack. He had run out of nitro-9 a long time back.
The TARDIS shook itself back into time and space and the Doctor strode down the exit ramp to the real-world interface, white-painted police box doors. The Doctor pulled open the left-hand door and stepped out of the TARDIS, letting the rickety panel slam shut behind him.
He was in the outskirts of the city, the TARDIS parked in the entrance to a gloomy alleyway opening onto the main street. Clothing stores were winding down as the sun set and the Doctor immediately spotted around fifty clothing dummies in shop windows, the more obvious targets for the Nestenes to animate.
Slipping the thermite pack into his jacket pocket, the Doctor produced his latest sonic screwdriver and began to program it for a wide-broadcast burst. Without taking his eyes off the slender metal device, he strode across the main road at the exact moment the traffic slowed to the point he could cross. He walked past the large, four-story clothing store Henrik's and into the side alley.
The plan was simple. When activated, the sonic screwdriver would release a sub-ether pulse similar to a Nestene energy signature – effectively saying there was another consciousness on Earth. The genuine intelligence would have to check, and thus activate the transmitter on the roof to in turn activate plastic in the area so it could investigate. By that time, the Doctor would use the transmitter to trace the signal back to its source, then destroy said transmitter with a thermite pack. The resulting shockwave would confuse the Nestene Consciousness long enough for him to travel there in the TARDIS and make his ultimatum.
After that, the Nestene Consciousness would either leave Earth or... Well, there was a vial of anti-plastic back in the TARDIS the Doctor fully expected to use. A part of him complained he was resorting to such solutions far too easily nowadays, but he silenced it. He didn't expect the Nestene Consciousness would surrender quietly, but if it did, he would bare it no malice.
Of course, if the Nestene Consciousness realized he was the Doctor, it might very well bare him malice.
The Doctor snorted to himself and hauled open the red fire exits, idly glancing at a poster on the door. Inside steps led down to a long, brightly-lit concrete passage. A clothes rack stuffed with designer dresses stood to one side, abandoned. The Doctor slipped inside, letting the door swing shut behind him.
Now, as the shop would probably be closing soon, the best thing to do was find somewhere to hide and then ascend to the roof. The basement would probably be a good place to start.
He took the first turning and, passing through a curtain of transparent plastic, found his way to a lift. The Doctor punched the call button and waited. The dull surface of the lift doors gave a weak reflection: a gaunt, tall figure in a dark leather coat and drab clothing beneath. He had once worn more colorful, flamboyant clothes, in happier times. But now those clothes were rags and he had decided not to find replacements. No one left to comment on his choice.
The lift doors parted and the Doctor stepped inside, pressing the basement control. The lift began its descent, so much smoother than the TARDIS, the Time Lord thought ruefully. All too soon it had reached the basement level, a similarly industrial area.
The Doctor followed the signs to the storage area, walking down a long corridor with dummy-filled alcoves dotting the harsh concrete walls. Then, a pair of double doors lead to a pitch-dark chamber. The Doctor's keen eyes picked out the two rows of mannequins lining the chamber, twisted in awkward stances and with a random collection of new clothes hanging on them.
They might not be Autons, but they would certainly be the first thing activated. And they could kill a human being quite easily even if they were simple mannequins.
'What to do,' he muttered, fingering the silver rod. 'What to do.' He didn't expect an answer.
He glanced at his watch. Half an hour till closing time. Either he staged some kind of evacuation before activating the sonic screwdriver or he just waited until the shop was over. It was simpler to do the latter, but that gave his darker thoughts half an hour to get stuck into him. He blew out his cheeks.
The Doctor turned and walked across the chamber to a second set of doors. He pulled them open and jumped back in surprise as he realized a humanoid silhouette was standing there already. To his relief, the newcomer was just as startled. Human then.
A balding man with a bristling white toothbrush moustache wearing a starched uniform stared at him, grasping for words to say. The Doctor hastily thrust his right hand behind his back, keeping the sonic screwdriver out of sight.
'Who are you?'
The Doctor delved into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. 'Doctor Bowman from Head Office, I think you'll find.'
The man looked at the paper suspiciously. A smile tugged at the corner of the Doctor's mouth when the human nodded. Psychic paper. One last birthday present from C'Rizz. 'I'm the Chief Electrical Officer,' the man growled in a thick accent. 'Sorry, I thought it were Derek down here, playing pranks.'
'There's no once else down here, Chief Electrical Officer,' the Doctor assured him.
'I'll take yer word for it.'
'You do that.'
'Why are you here?'
The Doctor didn't quite manage to stop himself sighing in exasperation. He had for a long time found humanity's naivete rather charming, but it had grown tiresome. There was also the curious habit of any human he explained things to ending up dead soon after.
'There is a war of terror, is there not, Chief Electrical Officer?' the Doctor demanded.
The human blinked. 'War on terror I thought, sir. Er, Doctor.'
The Doctor smiled thinly. 'That's right. Terrorism. Destruction. Paranoia. A war of ideology you can't fight.' He felt his temper rising. He was patronizing this stupid human, who's perceptions were so limited. They called this a war? If they only knew... He winced. He was blaming those who did not deserve it. 'I'm here for a safety test. I want the entire building evacuated immediately.'
'But, well, now? Shop closes in a quarter hour and Rose'll be down in a bit with the lottery syndicate.'
'Terrorism doesn't wait for Rose and the lottery syndicate, Chief Electrical Officer,' the Doctor snapped. 'Why else do you think I haven't informed the manager? A bomber has no inclination to play fair. Now, I want you to put things in motion. I don't care how much panic or confusion there is, get everyone out of here. Make it natural, Head Office need to judge the real situation.'
He had unconsciously let his arm fall to his side, revealing his trusty all-purpose tool.
'You think anyone is going to listen to me? You think I'm going to listen to you "Doctor"? How do I know that you're not the bomber, eh?'
So close, yet so far. 'Look,' the Doctor said reasonably, 'I'm sure that we can work something...'
The electrician grabbed the screwdriver and looked it over. 'What is this thing you've been playing with, anyway?' he demanded, fingering the on switch.
'Uh, no, wait,' the Doctor began.
Too late. The electrician thumbed the control. The bulb at the end of the sonic screwdriver glowed an incandescent blue as the shrill noise filled the air.
What? What is this? Another one of us? Divert power direct to circuit 9. Activate – investigate!
'No! No, no, no, you stupid human fool!' the Doctor shouted, wrenching the control from the electrician.
'What are you on about?' he complained.
'The lure's activated prematurely, we've got to get out of here!' the Doctor shouted.
'But why?' demanded the man, before he realized. His face fell.
Around them, the plastic mannequins were swaying from side to side, as if in a breeze. But there was no breeze down here. First one, then two, then three mannequins turned, their sightless eyes aimed directly at the two intruders. Jerkily, they lurched from their positions.
There is no one of us here! Human witnesses? Destroy them immediately! No one must know of our presence on this planet. Destroy them!
The mannequins were closing in on the Time Lord and the human, forcing them away from the inner door.
The Doctor turned around, seeing that not all of the dummies were coming to life. These must be pure Autons left over from the earlier invasion attempts. Bang goes that theory, then. The Autons were swiveling from side to side in confusion, wondering where they were and why they had been activated.
'Come on, man, run for it!' the Doctor yelled and sprinted across the store room. He twisted the base of the sonic screwdriver, altering the frequencies. 'If I can reverse the polarity of the signal base, I can stun them back into dormancy – just for a few moments,' he shouted over his shoulder. The problem was it would take a minute or so for the screwdriver to charge up sufficiently.
Already the Autons had started to march towards them, forming a plastic wall closing in.
Their prey scrambled over an inconvenient heap of empty cardboard boxes to reach the other exit. The Doctor pressed the release bar on the doors as the electrician sprinted towards him.
They burst through the heavy doors into the corridor out, but stopped short to find another mannequin standing there, waiting for them.
The Auton raised its hands. The fingers clicked and dropped away to reveal concave holes. Barrels for in-built projected energy weapons.
The electrician didn't have time to swear before the Auton fired its left hand.
He spun, reeling into the concrete wall and tumbled, face-down to the ground.
'Oh, no,' the Doctor groaned. 'Not again.'
The Auton turned its right blaster to the Doctor, whose horrified gaze was locked on the human's corpse.
He barely noticed when it fired.
There must be no witnesses. Total destruction.
The Doctor fell backwards, crashing to the hard floor.
The sonic screwdriver clattered away from his hand. He was unable to hear the building whir. There was no point now, anyway. He was dying.
His surroundings blurred in and out of view. Stupid. So very stupid. He had got himself and that human killed for nothing, and now the Nestenes were unopposed in their conquest of Earth. He never thought it would end like this. Deep down, he'd never thought it would end.
The Auton turned to the human's body, both hand blasters aimed at the still chest. After a long moment, it fired repeatedly. The body exploded into a surging vortex of billowing red sparks, consumed into a whiff of ozone and carbon dioxide.
The sudden rushing roar reached the Doctor. His eyes opened to a slit, struggling to work out what was happening. He was too weak to react when he realized the human was no longer beside him. He could only think how sad it was, how close they had been to escape.
The Auton turned to face the remaining body as a shudder ran through it.
A random thought blossomed into clarity for an instant. Pain, he felt no pain. Darkness was engulfing his mind, swallowing everything which resembled life. At least he wasn't running anymore. He was tired of watching people die. So very tired.
It was nearly complete, the darkness around him. All but two distant beacons of light which flashed once, twice, then blinked out. He was safe at last.
Power insufficient. Need to recharge.
The Auton turned and marched jerkily down the passage back to the storage section. The dead body lay where it had fallen, and beyond that lay the sonic screwdriver. Its tip glowed a vivid sapphire blue before turning a shrill white.
The Auton, which had reached the threshold of the doors to the other section, spasmed and jerked. Struggling to control its movements, it stumbled back into the gloom.
Interference! What is this? Emergency! Resume positions, everythin... mus... normal... ... it can't... fight it...
The tip of the sonic screwdriver glowed white for a long moment, then extinguished itself.
For a moment, there was silence.
A strange organic orange glow coalesced around the discarded body, growing thicker and brighter before suddenly escalating into a brilliant white flash. The flashed dispersed, and the body rolled onto its back, limbs straightening out. It began to breathe in and out once more.
......fi... sto........bre... eak.....thr...ou...gh...must...inter...fe...
Awareness returned, slowly and carefully. The pain grew worse, the torment in his body refusing to wear off. He wasn't sure how long he'd been lying there, oblivious to everything except the pain that clawed at him. His whole body ached unbearably as he opened his eyes. It took a few minutes for them to focus and he managed to stifle a groan.
Fragmented memories dawned in his mind, some of them good, mostly bad. Others were beginning to settle, returning to familiar notches within his brain, memories of things the Doctor had done. More and more memories flew about in his skull, then dropped with a mental thud into place. Everything seemed to be there, finally there were no more wandering thoughts.
The Doctor rolled and climbed slowly to his feet, supporting himself against the wall. As his equilibrium steadied, he looked around. The dizziness came and went. He'd knocked over a cleaning bucket, causing a slight racket which jabbed, needle-like into his skull.
He was in a brightly-lit concrete corridor, somewhere underground judging by the air density. He turned and saw the caged alcove where a mannequin was frozen, one hand extended out between the bars as if offering itself to be shaken.
Sudden tremors wracked him, jerking his muscles sharply. The Doctor gasped to breathe normally and fought against the twitches. It felt as if his nervous system had shorted. He scowled. Think.
Mannequins. Plastic. Nestene. Autons. The numb, thudding pain – regeneration trauma.
He was alive. He knew who he was. And he was back.
The Autons were frozen in place. The intelligence was blocked, but how...?
The Doctor turned and noticed the silver rod abandoned in the corner. Good old sonic screwdriver. That meant he had around fifteen minutes before they re-animated. He turned to look at the imprisoned Auton, and saw a spasm run through it, mimicking the agony he had felt before. The Doctor flinched, knocking the cleaning bucket over yet again. He left it where it fell this time.
Obviously, those fifteen minutes were very nearly over. Time to leave. The pain in his new body was starting to fade, but every movement was agony. But the Autons were hardly likely to give him a chance to rest. He turned and moved up the corridor towards the lift, eyes glazed with pain, his expression tight.
'Wilson? Wilson?'
The Doctor stopped and turned. A voice. Human. Female. London accent, reasonably young too. Oh, no. Not another shop worker blundering into this mess. The dead man had mentioned something about a lottery syndicate. Gritting his teeth, the Doctor turned and staggered back towards the store room.
Interference... clearing! Restoration. What is this? Another human? Scan. No other life forms left in vicinity – bar the other corpse. Not enough energy left for handgun units. Very well. Use brute force. Human bodies die so easily. Destroy her.
Every inch of his body was quaking in pain but he kept it from his face as he slipped around the door. A girl of around twenty stood, backed up against the wall surrounded by all the Autons. The other mannequins remained where they were, lifeless. The girl closed her eyes in fear as the one who had shot the Doctor not long ago raised its right hand in preparation to strike.
The Doctor slipped forward and placed his hand in hers. Her skin was hot to the touch, and she instinctively grabbed hold. Narrowed brown eyes swiveled to look at him.
'Run,' the Doctor ordered – idly noticing that something was odd about his voice.
He turned and ran out into the corridor, dragging the girl behind him. Luckily, his new body was more or less the same size as his old one, and the clothes still fitted. He burst into a run, the adrenaline temporarily deadening the agony he felt. The girl kept pace.
The Auton in the cage was marching on the spot, fully animated but impotent. Behind them, the horde of mannequins burst through the double doors and marched awkwardly towards them. With their energy weapons disabled, they would need to use all their strength on moving.
The Doctor and the girl burst through the second set of doors and there stood the lift, just as he left it. The Doctor leapt forward the last pace and hit the open button on the doors. He and the girl dived inside the cubicle just as the Autons smashed through the doors behind them.
The Doctor stamped the first floor button and then close doors button as the pasty-coloured figures lurched towards them. The doors slid out from the sides of the doorway, the leader Auton reached through the narrowing gap for the Doctor's neck. Suddenly, the open palm came to life, fingers and thumbs flexing and grabbing for the Time Lord's throat.
The Doctor clamped one hand around the plastic wrist and struggled to shove the arm back out of the lift. The doors were now being jammed by the arm and the Autons' face. Plastic was being shaved off in the places the doors were biting into the mannequin's head.
The sensor should have re-opened the doors, the Doctor thought absently. Good thing this store's safety practices are so poor. With a twisting motion, he yanked on the arm and it came free from the dummy's shoulder socket. Instantly the arm froze in place as the Nestene influence was broken.
The doors re-commenced closing, forcing the Auton leader back out into the corridor. Finally they shut and the lift began its ascent.
The Doctor examined the severed limb in his hand, deliberately avoiding looking at the blurry reflection in the lift doors. 'You pulled his arm off,' said the girl behind him. He wasn't sure if she was horrified at the thought or simply confirming what she had seen.
'Yep,' the Doctor replied, tossing it over his shoulder. He heard the girl catch it. 'Plastic.'
'Oh, very clever. Nice.' The girl was almost relieved. 'Who were they then? Students? Is this a student thing or what?'
The adrenaline was starting to wear off. He was starting to feel cold. He wrapped his arms around him, trying to warm up. He focussed his attention on the girl. Blonde hair, but dark brown roots – her eyebrows were dark too. She wore a pink top and some cheap perfume. He could just smell the remains of a fried bacon sandwich on her lips. Her knuckles were white as she clutched the mannequin arm. Shock, he assumed. 'Why would they be students?' he asked.
'I dunno,' the girl replied, blinking in confusion.
'Well, you said it,' the Doctor reminded her. 'Why students?'
'Cause... to get that many people dressed up and being silly... They gotta be students.'
He grinned. 'That makes sense. Well done,' he said to her.
The Doctor turned to look at the indicator. 'They're not students.'
'Well, whoever they are, when Wilson finds 'em, he's gonna call the police.'
'Who's Wilson?'
'Chief Electrician,' the girl explained.
The Doctor turned his attention to the doors. The lift had reached the ground floor. 'Wilson's dead,' he announced as he emerged and, snatching the sonic screwdriver from his pocket, switched it on and aimed it at the call button.
'That's just not funny,' the girl snapped, following him out. 'That's sick!'
He turned and guided her past the clothes rack outside the lift. 'Hold on,' he told her, returning to the call button. 'Mind your eyes,' he ordered. A stream of blue energy flowed over the controls before they exploded and shorted out.
That would delay them. For a few seconds, at least. Of course, the Autons could just use the stairs. Indeed, there were probably quite a few on this level already heading towards them. Time to go, Doctor. He pocketed his screwdriver and scrambled in what he hoped was the direction of the fire doors he had entered by all that time ago.
'I've had enough of this,' the blonde girl was complaining, running after him. 'Who are you then?' she cried. 'Who's that lot down there?'
So many answers, but no intention of giving them, the Doctor thought. He turned a corner and saw the doors he needed at the end of this corridor. Might as well answer her question. 'They're made of plastic,' he told her over his shoulder. 'Living plastic creatures – and they're being controlled by a relay device on the roof. Which would be a great big problem if I didn't have this!'
He slipped the thermite pack from his jacket and primed it. It began to beep innocently.
The Time Lord leapt up the steps and opened the door for the girl who was staring at him in shock now. 'So, I'm going to take this upstairs and blow them up and I might well die in the process but don't worry about me! No, you go home! Go home and have your lovely beans on toast!'
His voice was light but he was getting angry. The girl's insistence to know what was going on was laudable but inconvenient – and his heckles had found themselves rising ever since the stupid human had attempted to rationalize what the Autons were. After all, the same 'rationalization' had just got him killed less than half an hour ago. Whether it was Wilson and his terrorists or this girl and her students, their blind refusal to accept the war under their feet was... was...
Envious, he supposed.
The girl wandered out into the alley, her eyes still fixed on his. 'Don't tell anyone about this because, if you do, you'll get them killed,' he said firmly. Even in the best case scenario the Nestene Consciousness would be on the look out for any anomalies – and keeping a low profile. One mention of 'window dummies coming to life' and there was no knowing what might happen.
He ducked back into the centre and hauled the fire door closed behind him.
A thought crossed his mind.
He flung the door back open and the girl was still standing there, holding the Auton arm. She flinched at his sudden return. 'I'm the Doctor by the way,' he said with exaggerated politeness. 'What's your name?'
The girl stared at him. 'Rose,' she murmured.
Nice name. 'Nice to meet you, Rose,' the Doctor said, feeling almost excited at the shock waves he was sending through her perceptions. He raised the thermite pack. 'Run for your life!' he commanded, effortlessly slamming through her never-used telepathic defenses.
She would run for her life. She would go home.
As he slammed the door again and ran back through the dim passages it struck him he would rather have gone with her. He scowled at the thought, then winced at the pain in his new facial muscles when he scowled. He would have to look at the mirror sooner or later.
That is no human. Follow him. He must be heading for the receiver. Stop him!
Night had fallen. The orange-red glare of the street lights below blotted out most of the stars in the pitch dark sky. The Doctor wasn't sure to whether to enjoy seeing a new night with new eyes, or mourn the fact his old ones had not been able to watch that final sunset.
Time for that later, he told himself and sprinted over to the unimpressive collection of waxy plastic, crudely fashioned into a receiving dish. The Time Lord crouched over it and placed the thermite pack next to the device. His long fingers – still dancing with pins and needles – manipulated it to a detonation in five minutes which would wipe the roof clean of just about everything.
'Stop,' drawled a voice behind him.
The Doctor turned. A man in a business suit stood, swaying drunkenly in the doorway. Judging by the sweat leaking off him, he was a real human being, and the suit he wore suggested he worked for the company. A jemmy was gripped in one pudgy hand.
'I don't suppose telling you to resist the evil influence in your mind will help at all, will it?'
'STOP!' the man moaned, drool pooling in his mouth.
'Thought not.' The poor sod must have been hypnotized by the duplicate workers who installed this. Still, no time for that now. 'Don't mind me, you carry on.' He twisted the dial on the thermite pack. Thirty seconds on maximum TAD. Time to leave the ZMI.
Stupid military lingo, the Doctor thought as he turned and scrambled over the side of the building and onto the ledge outside. He was best out of that. Bad enough spending years working for Earth's military, let alone the armies involved in the War.
His last sight of the top of Henrik's was the stairwell door bursting open and the army of Autons crashing through, just as the managing director or whoever dropped the jemmy and lurched towards the thermite pack, arms open as if pleading for his life.
The Time Lord grabbed hold of the rain water pipe and, wincing as the rough surface dug into his new hands, plummeted down the side of the building. Around the second floor he let go and, after a nice bit of bouncing off a dumpster, reached the side alley.
Above him, the thermite pack exploded.
The brilliant red flash blossomed across the top of the department store before the shock wave tore through the level below, reducing the building to a brick pillar of fire in the night sky. Blobs of melting plastic, singed furniture and general debris came crashing down on the street below.
The Doctor blinked as a burning red sofa crashed into the middle of the road just as every alarm system in the high street went off. That type of explosion would release a particular wavefront of energy that UNIT should pick up and identify as alien in origin. He should have thought of that before. That meant he had a few minutes to get back to the TARDIS before Central London was closed off pending investigation.
Ducking through the panicking locals, the Doctor kept his eye out for a blonde girl in pink carrying a plastic arm.
No sign of her.
He finally reached his time machine and sagged against the door, mechanically moving the long curls out of his eyes. Except they weren't there – his new hair was razor-cut to outline of his head. That military haircut was probably programmed into the regeneration cycle, he thought bitterly and unlocked the TARDIS doors. Still, at least without that long girly hair and the baby face that made eight out of ten females and five out of ten males want to mate with him was gone.
'C'est la vie,' he murmured and entered his time machine.
The warm embrace of atron energy washed away the short-circuit pains in his body and, feeling tired, he wandered up to the console. The chamber was lit by a pleasant green glow and he had to admit, as last-second replacements went, this was pretty good. He initiated take off, enjoying the slight flicker of energy behind the roundels. Ah, who cared if they reminded him of Daleks? There was nothing else to do that these days.
He slumped into his pilot's chair as the TARDIS returned to low-orbit and began scanning for the highest concentration of Nestene energy – the Consciousness itself would certainly be shielded, but any of its agents would not be so lucky. All he had to do was find it, link it up to the telemetric circuitry and finally thrash out things with that blob of plastic. Assuming of course, it hadn't taken up that ridiculous octopus-cum-spider-cum-crab shape it had developed a fetish for.
Ah, well, it was the 1970s.
The Doctor leant back in the chair, so determined not to spy his reflection in the time rotor, the surface of the console or the laptop that he was only half-aware he'd fallen asleep.
Pain! Pain! So much death! What has done this? Who has done this? We have been here before. One of the humans must have been waiting for us... Or an alien on Earth No... It can't be! They are all dead – we refuse to believe it. But that alien who returns from the grave... Who could it be? Who else could it be? How to determine. Wait. Activate the piece of us closest to him...
Someone who had no idea of events happening threw a severed plastic arm into a large rubbish can in the shade of a London housing estate. As it struck the bottom, the arm convulsed. The tiny traces of skin cells left on the smooth surface suddenly disappeared and finally the arm came to a rest at last.
It can't be...
It can't be...
It might be.
We must prepare.
'No!' the Doctor screamed as he awoke.
His hearts hammered in his chest and he looked around, taking in the confines of his battered time machine. Home. Safe. He let his head fall back and his eyes close.
Nightmares. Different ones.
Not the atrocities of the Time War, or the faces of his companions as their history was undone, but something else. Fantasies. He saw himself and a human woman called Emma running through a ruined castle on Terserus, pursued by Daleks and the Master on a zimmerframe. He saw the Master again, this time reduced to an android butler as the Time Lord sent him on yet another mission to 20th century Earth to deal with an alien invasion. He saw himself sitting for a portrait by his new artist companion, enjoying the sun rise at the Eye of Orion, tumbling through a black hole on a space station, facing a Cyberman invasion of Manhatten in 1994, facing the runners of Pandrolyn history tour, the caverns of blood, the Sundarians, facing Ruth and a hideous creature in the DEEP...
'Lies! All lies!' the Doctor screamed getting to his feet.
All paths he could have taken – would have taken had the War ended different. A new and intriguing expression for his guilt to take. He didn't need this. He was better than this. Sitting around a wrecked TARDIS having nightmares about things he couldn't change... Who the hell did he think he was? Bruce Wayne? There was more to life than this!
Odd how he thought of that girl now. Rose. Rose Alley, San Francisco, 1999 – the last time he had faced the Change. Probably a coincidence.
Ah, a distraction.
The console had detected a psi-spike. Definitely Nestene energy. He set the TARDIS to home in on the focus and, as his craft trembled and juddered around him, the Doctor was already heading for the doors.
The TARDIS solidified in reality and the Doctor burst out of the doors.
Early morning sunshine cut through the clouds left from the fire the previous night, the street left in shadow. The Doctor closed and locked the door behind him, glancing at his watch as it struggled to reorient itself in this time zone. The following day, 7:02 in the morning. The spike had occurred several hours ago.
Oh, well. He didn't have anything special planned.
In a dustbin not far away, the hand softened, flexed. The arm was now alive.
He – if it is him – is here. Do what needs to be done.
The arm twisted into an impossible summersault that lifted it into mid air. Its nailess fingertips clamped into the concrete above and, with a mechanical dexterity never before witnessed, it scuttled, spider-like up the wall of the estate and upwards. It needed to get a better look at its surroundings, prepare a trap. Humans were so wrapped up in themselves they wouldn't notice.
The Doctor switched on his sonic screwdriver and it glowed and buzzed in its hand. The Nestene energy was back. He turned and hurried across the park opposite, the grass on either side still moist with dew. He wondered just what the Nestene Consciousness was animating this time. He doubted whatever it was would be an immediate danger – they would need to keep a low profile after last night.
It took him about an hour to track the signal.
As the sun rose higher into the sky, he found himself trying to triangulate the signal as he ran around garages and trees. Some of the graffiti looked interesting and he made a note to examine it better the next time he had a chance – that symbol surely couldn't be what it seemed to be.
Finally, he came to a rest at the bottom of a stairwell that zig-zagged up between the two housing blocks. Stairs. He tried not to sigh – he'd done far too much of that lately – and, with one final check at the sonic screwdriver before he pocked it, began to ascend.
He approaches!
The hand stopped its ascent and twisted through a broken pane of glass and leaped across to the front door of the nearest apartment. Footsteps echoed up the well towards it and the hand scuttled to the cat-flap in the door and pressed hard against the surface. The screws holding it closed slowly but surely gave way and, with moments to spare, dived inside.
Levitating upwards, it scrambled across the ceiling and then dropped behind a sofa. Two human females were there, oblivious as ever. Soon, the alien would arrive and the hand would take the Nestene equivalent of great pleasure in crushing its trachea.
The Doctor paused between stair cases to catch his breath and look out across London. It was almost surreal how calm things were so close to the invasion. He reminded himself that after this he had to drop by and visit Lethbridge-Stewart, show off the new face. The old man had insisted ever since that time he had let a tramp stay in the guest room for two months believing him to be a newly-regenerated Doctor.
The Time Lord sucked up a lungful of air and checked his screwdriver. Close, very close.
He scrambled up another two flights of stairs and stood before an apartment door. He checked the screwdriver. Bingo. Carefully, he pocketed the tool and went to check the door to see if it was locked.
That was when he noticed the cat flap – the metal hatch seemed to have warped around a handprint. Very odd. The Doctor crouched down and angled his face closer to the flap. Definitely a hand-print. But no fingerprints, which suggested that the Auton was trying to shove its hand through the cat-flap. Why? Why not knock the door down? Or, even better, open it like any normal plastic anthropomorphism?
He tapped the flap with frustration and was startled when, a second later, it was opened from the inside.
A face stared back through the cat flap at him in surprise that mirrored his own.
The Doctor leaped to his feet and dusted himself down in the moment it took the face to vanish from the cat flap and unlock the door. The portal opened to reveal a blonde girl wearing a shoulder-less grey top over a white bra, her hair slightly messy and a haunted look at the back of her brown eyes.
It was her.
It was Rose.
'What are you doing here?' the Doctor asked, dumbfounded.


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The choir is open to all generations, and any middle and high school students who want to supplement their school singing experience with additional singing in the church choir are especially welcome. Rehearsals are Thursday nights 7:30pm- 9:30pm in the UUCSS sanctuary. For more information contact our Music Director, Michael Holmes, at email@example.com.
The Sanctuary Singers (Choir) perform a diverse array of styles of music, including contemporary UU, classical, gospel, chant, jazz, and early music, normally two Sundays per month during the regular church year, with the summers off. The choir can be heard a cappella, in collaboration with staff accompanist Phyllis Stanley, or even backing the UUCSS House Band. Past choir and/or other musical experience is helpful but not required. Sight singing and ear training classes can be arranged with the music director to provide individual attention and assistance with the music.


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BIRMINGHAM, Ala., Jan. 3 - A judge in Alabama ruled Tuesday that the former chief executive of HealthSouth, Richard M. Scrushy, must repay his former company more than $47.8 million in bonuses.
The ruling was returned Tuesday by Judge Allwin E. Horn III of Jefferson County Circuit Court in Birmingham as summary judgment in a shareholder lawsuit that alleged Mr. Scrushy was unjustly enriched through bonuses he received from 1997 to 2002.
Judge Horn ruled that Mr. Scrushy was not entitled to the payments, which included both regular annual bonuses and those paid if the company met performance targets.
The lawsuit alleged that Mr. Scrushy was not entitled to the bonuses because the company was not meeting its annual targets.
From 1996 to March 2003, HealthSouth's value was inflated by more than $2.7 billion through an accounting fraud at the company. Fifteen former HealthSouth executives, including five of the company's chief financial officers, pleaded guilty to criminal charges in connection with the fraud.
Mr. Scrushy was acquitted last June by a jury in Birmingham of federal criminal charges that he took part in the scheme.
Judge Horn said in his ruling that Mr. Scrushy was unjustly awarded the bonuses regardless of whether he participated in the fraudulent activities or even if he knew about them.
"Knowledge is immaterial under the law of unjust enrichment," the judge wrote.
"Scrushy was unjustly enriched by these payments to the detriment of HealthSouth," Judge Horn added. "And to allow Scrushy to retain the benefit of these payments would be unconscionable."
Kile Turner, a lawyer for Mr. Scrushy, said he would appeal the ruling.
"We believe the ruling is in error in that no state or federal court in the United States has ever made a finding on the basis cited in this case," Mr. Turner said. "We will appeal the entire matter to the Alabama Supreme Court and we are confident that it will be reversed."
The lawsuit was filed in August 2002 by a shareholder, Wade Tucker, before the fraud at HealthSouth became public. The suit was consolidated with other shareholder suits after a federal investigation exposed the fraud in 2003.
"It would be like if somebody was overpaid on their paycheck $50,000 instead of $5,000 -- they would have to return that money," said John Q. Somerville, an attorney for Mr. Tucker. "It really is no different than that. Scrushy's bonuses were tied to the performance of the company."
If Judge Horn's decision stands, Mr. Scrushy would have to pay the sum of his annual bonuses and target bonus back to HealthSouth.
"The money goes to the company," Mr. Somerville said. "We are delighted with the result that will return the money to the company and hence the shareholders."
In his ruling Judge Horn cited as a precedent an earlier case against Mr. Scrushy. In that case, concluded in August, a Delaware Chancery Court ordered Mr. Scrushy to pay HealthSouth $17 million after the court found he repaid an executive loan with inflated stock.


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At City Rental Services we notice seasonal variations in how tenants source rented properties in Bristol during the course of the year – and Spring is no exception.
Despite some of the incredible weather recently, when Spring arrives and tenants looking for rented accommodation in Bristol visit us, we advise them according to the season and the type of lifestyle they want to enjoy.
So, with the promise of warmer weather and sunny times ahead, here's our top six considerations for finding a rented property in Bristol this Spring:
* How well do you really know Bristol
If you're looking for good quality rented property in the city, let a reputable, well-established leading lettings agency help you navigate around Bristol, and to highlight the pros and cons of different postcodes such as BS5, BS6 and BS8.
* Consider the season
During the Spring and Summer, consider the available outdoor space with rented properties in Bristol you're viewing. There may also be communal spaces, gardens, or proximity to parks and woodlands to enjoy the sun.
* Family & friends
It's worth reviewing any requirements for schools, nurseries, bars, restaurants, and clubs when viewing rented properties. You can also find out information online from resources such as www.whatsonbristol.co.uk and www.bishopstonmatters.co.uk, as well as magazines including Bristol Magazine and Folio.
* Budget
Talk to your letting agent about different areas and postcodes in Bristol, to get the best value for money and also to gain an objective viewpoint about renting in the city.
* Free source of information
Any decent letting agency in Bristol should provide a brilliant source of free information to a potential tenant about the city, with a solid knowledge of the rental marketplace. They should also advise you on legislation, such as EPC ratings.
* Running costs
During the Spring and Summer, running costs for rented properties are usually lower than in Autumn and Winter months. It's worth talking to your letting agent about ongoing running costs, including a rented property's EPC rating, which should be included with any rented property information. Visit here for further information and ask your letting agent for details.
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Provided that you have phpMyAdmin installed on your VPS, you should secure it as much as you can to protect your databases. I use Centos on my VPS and these instructions are for Centos.
First of all, when you install phpMyAdmin on your VPS, you will have to configure your ip address into phpMyAdmin.conf that is located at /etc/httpd/conf.d/phpMyAdmin.conf. Simply do a Google search for "what's my ip" and replace 127.0.0.1 with your ip address.
Next, let's secure the phpMyAdmin with .htaccess and .htpasswd. You can Google htpasswd generator and create your username and password. Copy the text that is generated into a text editor and save the file as .htpasswd.
Finally, create the .htaccess file. The .htaccess file will need to include the following:
AuthType Basic
AuthName "Restricted Files"
AuthUserFile /usr/share/phpMyAdmin/.htpasswd
Require valid-user
You can change "Restricted Files" to anything you like. Upload .htaccess and .htpasswd to /usr/share/phpMyAdmin.
Using ssh, enter the following commmand:
service httpd restart
That's it. Now your phpMyAdmin is secured to work only from your ip. Even if someone is using your ip address, they still have to go through two passwords to get into your databases. This will protect you and your sites.


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I'll be participating in the "15 Days of Hispanic Heritage" photo challenge over on Instagram hosted by ¿Qué Means What? and The Nueva Latina. If you want to participate, just use the hashtag #HHM15Foto and take a photo for the given theme on each day! Here's my photo and caption from Instagram for Day #11: Inspiración / Inspiration
This photo belongs to Denisse over at @the_orphaned_earring … People like her, ordinary people who do extraordinary things, are so inspiring because they manage to do so much with so little. The impact she has on the lives of orphaned children in Guatemala, Nicaragua, Colombia, and Mexico, may seem like a drop in the bucket, but it means the world to those kids. If you feel inspired to help her, you can send:
*Kids vitamins
*Kids toothbrushes
*Medication to remove lice, and
*Donations to buy local grains
The Orphaned Earring
P.O. Box 1565
Hawthorne, CA 90251
You can also donate your orphaned earrings to be made into bracelets or buy handmade bracelets from her online shop. All proceeds go to the cause.


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Limited Edition Prints
Many of my paintings are available as Limited Edition Prints. These are printed on the finest archival paper, numbered and signed by the artist. Most of these editions are capped at 150 prints for any single painting. Please contact me for availability or feel free to check what's currently available for purchase (using PayPal) at: www.etsy.com/shop/gordonbleu
I have used Madison Editions, based in Wrentham, Massachusetts, as my printer for ten years—always with impeccable results.
Large prints are defined as all prints ranging from 16"x20" to 20"x24".
Small prints measure 11"x14". Sizes are the physical size of the print, which includes a 0.5" to 1.0" border.
Below is a sample "Certificate of Authenticity" which is shipped with every print sale and details all the pertinent data.
Gordon Cowan
Northrup King Building 1500 Jackson St. NE Studio 428 Minneapolis, MN 55413 508-341-2950 www.gordoncowan.com
Certificate of Authenticity
This certifies that the print James Montgomery: Bringing It Home is an original digital print, the original of which exists only as a digital file created by Madison Editions in Wrentham, MA.
This giclee print measures 16" x 20"; the image itself measures 14.5" x 18.5". It is Number 45 of a limited edition of 300 prints. The digital file was created on 01-24-07 and was first printed on 02-05-07 by Brian Smith of Madison Editions. It was numbered and signed by the artist on 02-10-07.
It was printed using an Epson Stylus Pro 10600 inkjet printer with Epson UltraChrome inks, on Hahnemuhle Fine Art German Etching paper—an acid-free, archival paper. Giclee is the term used for the world's most advanced digital fine art printmaking process.
To care for this print, never display it in strong ultraviolet radiation, such as direct sunlight, and never without propeer framing, ideally including UV filtering glass. The highest quality inks are used in this print and are engineered to deliver incredible quality with a lightfastness rating of up to 82 years under glass.
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James Montgomery: Bringing It Home copyright 2009 by Gordon Cowan. All rights reserved. All information and statements contained herein are true and correct.


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Chris Rotter has been Andrew Weatherall's guitarist, playing on both Two Lone Swordsmen and more recent solo stuff. I think he's played with Death In Vegas as well but might be wrong. The Bagging Area sub isn't here to fact check for me. Mr Rotter has his own band/project, The Bad Meat Club, who have released two e.p.s worth of material through Bandcamp. Try here and here where you can download nine songs for the cost of at least two British quid (one quid per e.p.). Mainly instrumental, a bit demo-ish in parts, there's rockabilly, garage, surf and post-punk influences going on, and a good dash of the Wrong Meeting and Pox On The Pioneers sound.
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Dim Sum & Then Some: The Uptown 5kJune 03, 2017 Buttercup Park 4901 N Sheridan Chicago, IL 60640 View Map Organized by Chinese Mutual Aid Association
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Buttercup Park4901 N Sheridan Chicago, IL 60640
**Update: Wednesday, May 31, 2017**
2017 Dim Sum & Then Some: The Uptown 5k
*Thanks for your interest in running in the inaugural Dim Sum & Then Some, the Uptown 5K!
We're already at our limit of 350 timed runners (with timing chips on the bibs), but registration remains open for runners or walkers who want to participate as a Fun Run, with no timing chips. You'll still get to run or walk the race, and get awesome Furama dim sum, along with boba tea shots at the finish line, but you won't be able to have an "official" time (although we'll have a clock at the start and finish line) nor a t-shirt. In any event, you're also supporting a great non-profit organization that helps immigrants, refugees, and low-income people in the Chicago community.*
Join the Chinese Mutual Aid Association (CMAA) this June for the first ever "Dim Sum & Then Some: The Uptown 5k!" This isn't your typical run, get a shirt, and go home type of race. The Dim Sum & Then Some is Uptown's 5k and Chicago's only race where runners are treated with Dim Sum after the run!
Swarms of runners will descend upon one of Chicago's most ethnically diverse neighborhoods-Uptown. Renowned for its historical theaters, unique music scene and Asian influence, runners will enjoy a fun route that not only highlights the neighborhood but also Chicago's scenic lakefront path.
And what better way to cap off a run through Uptown than by eating some Dim Sum?! Each runner will be given their own Dim Sum box compliments of one of Uptown's famous restaurants, Furama. Additional free goodies will be given on race day!
2017 Race Highlights:
Each timed runner will receive a dri-fit technical running shirt
The Dim Sum & Then Some is the only 5k race that runs through the neighborhood of Uptown
Runners will be cheered on with entertainment throughout the race course, including CMAA's Lion dancers
Every registered runner will receive a dim sum box compliments of Furama restaurant (Dim Sum items subject to change)
Other free goodies courtesy of local Uptown businesses
Registration fee: $40
Registration Type Dates Price
Timed- Regular 4/1- 5/30 $40
Untiimed-Race Day 5/31-6/3 $30
*Participants who register as untimed runners will not receive a shirt
Top 3 male and top 3 female finishers will receive awards. The top 3 male masters and top 3 female masters will also receive awards.
Event details and schedule
8:00am on June 3rd in Buttercup Park
PACKET PICK-UP For TIMED RUNNERS
Packet pick-up will be held at Furama Restaurant located on:
4936 N. Broadway
Chicago, IL 60640
Times and Dates: Friday June 2nd 11am-8pm
PACKET PICK-UP For UNTIMED RUNNERS
Saturday, June 3 2017
Buttercup Park
4901 N. Sheridan
Chicago, IL 60640
Time: 6:15am-to 7:45am (strictly enforced)
Saturday, June 3 2017
Buttercup Park
4901 N. Sheridan
Chicago, IL 60640
Time: 6:15am-to 7:45am (strictly enforced)
We strongly encourage the use of public transportation on race day as street parking is limited. The race site is very accessible through the use of CTA.
Train: Please take the Red Line and get off on Argyle or Lawrence. Proceed to head east toward Buttercup Park. Buttercup Park is located on the northeast corner of Sheridan and Ainslie.
Bus: The 151 bus will leave you directly at Buttercup Park. Please visit: http://www.transitchicago.com/ for the most up to date bus information.


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District Heating, Thermal Generation and Distribution
1st Edition
A Practical guide to centralised generation and distribution of heat services
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District Heating: Thermal Generation and Distribution details the various applications of thermal energy from different sources in providing a centralized generation and distribution of heat services. The title first introduces the general information about the utilization of alternative thermal energy sources, and then proceeds to discussing the creation of thermal energy for distribution. Next, the selection covers the pressurization of sealed systems and generation equipment and techniques. The text also talks about total energy, along with heat distribution. The book will be of great interest to scientists, engineers, and technicians involved in the research, development, and implementation of alternative thermal energy technology.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 Introduction
Chapter 2 Creation of Thermal Energy for Distribution
Chapter 3 Pressurization of Sealed Systems
Chapter 4 Generational Equipment and Techniques
Chapter 5 Total Energy
Chapter 6 Distribution of Heat
Subject Index
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sitting with my girlie this morning to do some crafting and part prep. anyone notice what's wrong about my Pinterest inspired carrot napkin wraps ??
do i:
a) cry and throw everything out and cancel the party
b) get the kiddo dressed and rush out to the dollar store to fix this asap
c) keep trucking along and have a good laugh at myself
while all 3 crossed my mind, especially b !, guests will be enjoying backwards carrots at our lil bunnies party this weekend and i will be smiling inside at my beautiful imperfection.
do you ever blunder DIYs ? how do you handle it ?


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The Baja Report is a publication of the Baja Good Life Club. Published since 2008 and is read by more than 10000 Baja lovers...and growing.
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In the 1980s's Hugo Torres led the tough 12-year campaign to make Rosario its own city, independent from Tijuana. When voters made that a reality in 1995, he was appointed the city's first mayor. READ MORE...
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ENSENADA - Bibayoff Winery Vendimia Cup 2010 Golf Tournament Sunday - Aug.15, 2010 Shotgun Tournamant 9:00am Baja Country Club - Ensenada, BC Mexico MORE INFORMATION ENSENADA - Annual Vendimia Golf Open at Bajamar Saturday - Aug. 28, 2010 Bajamar Oceanfront Hotel & Golf Resort is hosting the Annual Vendimia Golf Open in Ensenada, Baja California.
ROSARITO BEACH - Rosarito BBQ Challenge 2010 Friday - Aug. 27 - 29, 2010 The ultimate BBQ competition south of the border competing for $20,000.00dlls. MORE INFORMATION CALENDAR LINK - Find what is happening in your city! Have an Event your want to feature? Email us email@example.com
Publisher's Letter Many of you have been reading our publication since 2007, and you've seen us go through many changes. So, as the publishers, Rachel and I thought we should, personally, explain the latest modifications. In February 2007, we published the first edition of San Felipe magazine. At that time, the economy and tourism was much better and different than today; and many San
RAFFLE TICKETS from ALMA - For Pets´ Sake! Win a brand new Swinn motorized bike, max velocity of 25 miles/h, great for getting around town!! Each ticket only $10 USD!!! Buy your ticket today at the Wolf Management office (Plaza Libertad - next to Banamex) or from Sheila Marshall (Cel: 044 624 137 7683) For pictures contact email@example.com. Limited number of tickets available! The prize draw
First Annual Amateur Photo ContestOpen to all Amateur Photographers of Los Cabos. Ages 4 years old and up. Prizes for every category and division. Theme: "Our Beautiful Baja California Sur" Categories: Flora and Fauna, People and Events, Landscapes, Still Life. All of the photos will be on exhibit in Puerto Paraiso Mall in Cabo San Lucas between August 1st and the 7th, 2010. The winners will be
KARAOKE with The SINGOUT SISTERS and CHUEY Friday's starting July 30 at Juanitos Cantina with Voted the BEST KARAOKE in SAN FELIPE 2008. KARAOKE SHOW starts at 6pm goes to 10pm. They will be having their famous FREE DRINK DRAWINGS and singing with some of the best singers in San Felipe. Come on down enjoy GOOD FOOD, DRINKS and SING or just listen and dance. "BE THE STAR THAT YOU ARE"
UNBELIEVABLE!!!by Bob Farmer, Cabo Riviera Day one at the Bisbee was pretty exciting with a 581 pound Black Marlin being caught. Day two seemed to get off to a decent start with an early fish weighing 365#. After that the day was quiet. No radio traffic, nothing. We sat around looking for boats on the horizon and hoping for more fish. There were reports of a few fish coming in but nothing
Aug. 3, 2010 - Madero Street at Ocampo, leads a baking and pastry class from 9 a.m. till about noon. Focus is on breakfast and brunch entertaining and afterwards the class eats their creations. Enrol now, as space is limited to 10 people. Cost is 350 pesos. Recipes and materials are provided, and credit cards are accepted. On the menu: Cheese filled crepes with vanilla bean pineapple sauce; yeast
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I never thought I could feel so bored.
All the things I never thought I'd get to, like painting, cleaning, are completed to perfection and I don't know what else to do.
I'm mad at myself for concentrating on this.
I know it could be way worse.
So, that reflection makes me feel even worse and then it starts all over again.
I finally got through it and ate dinner, watched some TV, and played a game of scrabble with my aunt.
Now, I am looking forward to my boyfriend coming home so I can start my weekend.
I'd like to remember these moments, these uncomfortable times, with content.
I try as hard as I can, but I know I can't be mad at myself for feeling what I feel.
I know these feelings will make the better moments feel even better.
Now I just have to wait, for them to come.


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I interrupt the on-going Victorian trivias just to say that I have COMPLETED book 7, the last and final book in the Harry Potter series!! ^_^
You can read the review on the left side of the page under "Afterthought's reviews from librarything" section or here.
My rating:
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