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I felt the urge to draw Loghain since I've just finished Dragon Age : Origins. I think I haven't cocked up too much on this one.
Something I had to do as an exam. It was supposed to be a selfportrait so I essentially drew a girl with red hair. Summarise it all I think.
"Be a good girl, Alice"
I recently tried to use my tablet again and the result is not as good as I expected but anyway, I think the colours are rubbish.
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Bumby and Sakharine by ~devil-urumi
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Antibiotics for the Flu?
How Do I Know if I Need Antibiotics for Flu Complications? continued...
However, experts say that flu complications tend to show up in a standard pattern. It goes like this: you get sick from the flu, often very suddenly, and feel just awful; after a week or so, you start to feel better; but then you suddenly get worse.
"That's the classic presentation of a secondary bacterial infection from the flu," Hay tells WebMD. "Feeling better and then feeling worse."
If you do have a secondary bacterial infection, you need to follow your doctor's advice when it comes to taking your medicine. Most importantly, use the whole course of antibiotics for flu complications. Hay says it's pretty common for people to take their antibiotics for a few days, feel better, and then forget about taking the rest. That's a bad idea.
"You have to finish the whole prescription," says Hay. "If you don't, some of the bacteria might remain in your body." That could make you sick again and lead to antibiotic drug resistance.
On the other hand, you shouldn't take doses higher than what you've been prescribed either. That could lead to antibiotic overdose. Like any drug overdose, it can be dangerous. Just follow the instructions you see on the prescription bottle's label.
Dealing With Your Doctor
These days, we're all supposed to be active patients. We're supposed to take some responsibility for our own health instead of politely waiting for our doctor to tell us what to do.
While that's all well and good, it doesn't mean that you should demand antibiotics from your doctor at the first sign of a runny nose. They won't help.
You might ask, what's the harm of taking antibiotics just in case you get a bacterial infection after the flu?
"There are dangers to taking antibiotics when you don't need them," says Hay. "We all have some bacteria in us at any given time. If you take unnecessary antibiotics, you increase the risk of creating a strain of resistant bacteria in your body. You can then spread those resistant bugs onto other people." They could also reinfect you.
It's understandable that you want to do something -- anything -- to feel better when you have the flu. But taking medicines you don't need is always a bad idea.
"Just remember that if your doctor tells you that you don't need an antibiotic, that's a good thing," says Schaffner. It means that you just have the flu, and not something that can be a whole lot worse.

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The Night of the Pleiadians....
First of all, Many Mansions is right, I am narrow minded. Forgive me Stephen, I am working on it.
I used to make this statement, "Pleiadians Exist Not!"
Very foolish and narrow minded. I am going to tell all now ladies and gentlemen, why I used to say that. I am going to tell what happened to me. It is for my sanity. For the record the post to the forces of darkness is a drunken delusion. Very shamefull, and I am ashamed.
This is going to take multiple postings, over a period of time. I came to Shirley's site originally because it is the only one I think this story will be accepted. This website has been my therapist. I am beginning to see how full of it I am. The site ManyMansions posted about getting help for abducties is likely a good one. My postings here are my therapy. My story begins after the second world war, before I was born. There is a posting in reincarnation "Michael Christian Wenct." It is relevent here, because it is my incarnation before this one. The Soldier in this story was a friend of Wenct's. No one on earth, save myself, has any idea that this man saved the planet! He has a name, and is quite famous to enthusiasts of the second world war. He still has family, and his name is withheld out of respect to them.
Once upon a time there was this soldier. He was a truly incarnated knight in shinning armor. His men loved him. He went into battle by their side and risked his life many times keeping them safe. He was master of the 5 man machine gun assault team. A Panzergrenedere, he demanded the highest moral conduct of his men.
His country lost the war. His uniform bore the insignia of the SS. At Nuremburg he was branded a war criminal and spent six years imprisoned. He was innocent of the charges, but he had seen the concentration camps, and once had a brief sojourn as the adjutant to Riechfurher Himmler, of which there was one damning photograph of him sitting in Himmlers office. He accepted his imprisonment for the dishonor of it all. They needed someone to blame.
When he got out an automobile manufacturer offered him a job in their public relations department. He liked it. He got to go to auto races all over the world. He got to travel and visit car factories. He became involved in the developement of new automotive concepts. The ledgend of who he had been in the war preceeded him where ever he went.
One day he was invited by the management to represent the company in a visit to a car factory that originaly belonged to his boss, but was now in the eastern half of his divided nation. It was 1957.
At first the trip was uneventfull. The factory he visited had been stripped of most of it's production line manufacturing equiptment. The output of the plant was two vehicles per month. Trucks of poor quality. The plant manager just led him around in a daze of apathy. No one even asked our soldier how to improve productivity, or if he had any inovative ideas for vehicle construction. He was prepairing to leave when East German Military Police arrived to inform him the provencial Commissar was inviting him to dinner.
The two german policemen took him by gaz {russian jeep} to a Soviet tank park. At the gate the East German Policemen were replaced by Soviet tank army regulars. Our soldier was in the midst's of The First Red Guards Tank Army.
As he was driven through the park to the command post he witnessed the latest models and developements in Soviet tank technology. This was all being orchestrated for his benifit.
The Provencial Commissar was a Soviet Lt. General. He assembeled all his commanders in a long dinning hall in honor of our soldier. The Vodka flowed freely as the meal was accentuated by tales from the war.
Finnaly, after most of the officers retired for the evening the Russian General offered our soldier a cigar and took him out into the night. They walked smoking along endless rows of T54 tanks. The Soviet General boasted of how the soviet union would soon dominate the world. Our soldier countered this statement with his observation that they could not even produce more then two vehicles a month from a factory that once could produce a hundred or more.
The Soviet General laughed, "Our Stalin had some friends in high places!" he said. The General waved to one of the guard towers in the park and a gaz came rolling over. The General and our soldier got in and they drove out of the park. After about twenty minutes they came to a complex that was obviously a prison.
They entered the main building where they took an elevator down several floors below surface level.
The door opened. They entered a room which had one reinforced iron door with a view port. To each side of the door stood a russian guard armed with machine pistol. There was a phone on the wall that the General used. He barked some orders in russian and hung up. He turned to our soldier and said, "Come, let me show you why the Soviet Union will soon dominate the world." He led our soldier to the Iron door and slid the cover on the view port to one side. The General peeked in and then invited the soldier to look. He was not sure what he was looking at. It was huge and grey and floated in the air like a bloated bag. It sort of tapered toward what he guessed was it's front. Beneath it had tenticles like a jellyfish. "This...is alive?" he asked. The General just laughed, and said "Step back from the cell door." The elevator door slid open and four russian soldiers hustled in a prisoner. He was dressed like an office clerk.
His eyes were blackened from being beaten. He was still able to walk. The general pressed a button next to the cell door and all the latches holding it closed sprung. The two guards that were there pulled the door open. And everyone just stood there in awe of what they saw floating in that opened cell. It was a horror!
The general motioned to his men who dragged the office clerk kicking and screaming to the cell, threw him in and slammed the door shut. Our soldier then peered through the view port. The man huddled in the corner of the cell in sheer terror at the thing that was in there with him.
The thing slowly floated toward the clerk. It grabbed him bodily with it's tenticles and incerted the screaming man into it's "mouth" at the front of the hiddious gas bag. It swallowed him whole. A momment later it spat out smoking bones, shredded clothing and the man's shoes.
The General turned to our soldier and said, "These are our friends. They have been with us since 1917, and were Stalins personal allies. They come from the heavens. There are thousands of them here already, and are comming up with a way they can become human." The soldier went into shock, "Become Human?!" The General ignored this and said, "It was they that gave us the technology for the Hydrogyn Bomb!" The soldier asked, "Why are you showing me this?" The general answered, "I have always admired you. This is your chance to come over to our side. They call you a criminal in the west. I can get you a Generals commision and the perks and privlages that go with it!" Our soldier said he would think about it, and returned to the west. He was not about to join with the Russians, who were recently a blood enemy. What he had seen and heard struck him with the same terror that clerk felt before the gasbag consumed him.
On his way back to the west, our soldier stopped in a town where he wittnessed the miracle of a handfull of men using scraped together equiptment stop an entire russian tank army.
He was there February 16 1945. The Kustrin Sailent.
The Russians had blown the "Niech of the White Roses" away after the war. They were afraid of it. The loyal townsfolk replanted the white roses, and placed a statue of the Mother of God there.
Our soldier remembered Michael Christian Wenct. He went to the niech of the white roses and begain to pray.
"Dear God, The thing I have seen....Michael, if you are there, if you can hear me," Our soldier then described what he had seen and what he had been told. I was there along with the rest of the Valkyrie, and we heard every word.
This was the end of 1957. I was born March 1958....1001 times because of what our soldier discovered.
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie
Re: The Night of the Pleiadians....
That is a story. Not a feasible one though.
While dreams and fantasy may defy logic, reality tends to adhere to certain standards.
Re: The Night of the Pleiadians....
Feasibility is irrelevant, or I should say your statement is non-sequetor untill the whole of this story is told. This is only the segeway. I have checked with my sources and have been reminded that the Soldier's experience occoured mid-februrary 1958.
Michael D.W. was born March 58' My childhood was uneventfull untill I was four years old. My mother was suddenly gone. My Brother and Father say she cracked up. Her behavior became so erratic my Father litterally threw her out of the house. I did not find this out untill recently. Abandonment issues. I remember being four years old, laying safe upon her stomach......seeing the images she was seeing, and hearing the voices she was answering. Only now do I understand what was going on. My brother now has a clue, but my father passed away without any idea with what really happened with my Mother. Valkyrie transition. She is alive today and put it behind her, one might say...She is in safe denial of it, in order to live in this world. I guess she figures it's perfectly natural to be able to link telepathically with your son. It's just one of those things you don't talk about in public.
I don't know what else you would call us. Joan of Arc was Valkyrie. I know personally. It all goes back to that place on the Oder river 80 kliks from "Beartown". You will find it all stems from that place. It is still there today. The medevile fortress town of Kustrin. No one has ever heard of it here. It is a local ledgend there. The Niech of the White Roses. The Kustrin Miracle of 1437 happened. The way I posted it. A miracle happened on Februrary 16th 1945. It happened against the Russians. The Soviets classified it.
I have several pages of prepaired text, but....
I must reconsider the way I present the sequence of events that play this life of mine out, and the way this past incarnation Michael Christian Wenct is tied into this. My postings about Nicola Tesla's discovery, and the flaktowers are also relevant.
There was one particular species of Pleiadian I am describing here. It has been eliminated so no one has anything to fear. The process of their elimination and the reasons why are to come.
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie
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Of course I would not link telepathically with my mother for another 38 years from the time she left. The same thing happened to me....my now x threw me out and I went on a terrible adventure in the world of the homeless. My mother sensed my dispair. She called my x looking for me because she knew something was up, "Threw him out?!" I had hitched to another state by then, but distance was irrelevant and there she was in my head acertaining my condition. It was profound. She asked me to call her. It is hard to remain focused on what is going on around one when one is on the "braincell phone." Now I knew why my mother "Abandoned the family!"
In 1962 when the Valkyrie came to my mother the images she was shown was of Kennedy's ride through Dallas, among others. So she was a little unballanced.
My mother is from Germany. Born 1930, guess where. My grandmother was already here so when my father threw my mother out that is where she went.
Of course, the same thing happened to my grandmother, in the early thirtys. That was nazi germany. I can imagine what she saw. My Oma was a paranoid skitzophrenic. The problem was she was usually right and could read a person right off the bat. I used to have this resentment toward her because she always seperated me from my friends with statements like, "They can't understand you, your not like them." after all these years I know what she ment.
In the olden days when a person went through these kinds of changes they became a shameness or a medicine man. Here in this modern secular society there is no place for this and it is considered mental illness.
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie
Re: The Night of the Pleiadians....
I am going to Europe in a couple days. I will be going to where Joan of Arc died. Tell me more about this place, and I will look into it more.
Blessings and Peace,
About Joan....
So you want to go and see my little room? You want to know what happened to me in there?
The Pope's Cardinal deemed my virginity had been corrupted by Satan.
The Arch Angels Michael and Gabrial where with me in there. They had to be. To me they appeared as Winged Knights in pollished dark blue-steel armor. Fully helmeted and visored I could only view their mouths. The Lord Creator as the Father was with me, He watched and spoke to me from the threshold of eternity. Satan was in that room of course. It was interesting the way it happened. The Cardinal's guards tied me to the bed and left, rebolting the door behind them. I lay there in full view of the door between my legs. Satan then took up position between the bed and the door and just stood there. The door unbolted and in stepped the Cardinal he walked right to the position were Satan was standing....and just stood there a moment, looking at me, now with Satan's eyes.
The Arch Angle Gabiral stayed on my left and Michael to my right. The Cardinal was sanctifing his rape of me with latin scripture ment to exorcize Satan, in the fury of his lust he glorified him. It did not matter to me, the Angels had taken me out of my body and we just stood there and watched as all fourteen inquisitors took their turn at exorcizim. It was interesting because each one stood in the same spot as Satan and paused to look at me before they begain. They finished me, but it was OK. Father God told me I was their test, and as usual they failed.
What was I supposed to have done? Go home, get pregnant and tend swine? Not after leading an army and earning the adoration of my men!
I thought of my father as they tied me to the central post sticking up out of the pire. "I could never be as good as you sir" I said to Jesus as the fire was lit. I resolved not to scream. It got hot and my hair started to singe. I could feel it starting to burn and I arched my back against the post opened my mouth to let out the most awfull scream of agony....,But instead my spirit leaped out of my body from my mouth.
Don't go to that awfull place. Visit all the Cathedrials insted. There are stained glass representations and statues of me all over the place, and you will be spiritualy richer from the experience.
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie
Re: The Night of the Pleiadians....
Once upon a time there were these Pleiadians. Thank the Father it is only once because out of 1001 tries I have been dealing with This particular brand of Pleiadian 758 times. I speak of incarnations as this self awareness. Time and space is beyond accademic comprehension. It is only my experience, as Valkyrie. Born over and over again in this gastly period of history. Time marches on unabaited and humanity will never really know the deep doo doo it was in. It makes a great science fiction story....the thing is, it aint over yet. I am still here. Hopefully I wont end up like Joan, or Father.
Once again, Once upon a time there were these Pleiadians. Gas Bags I called them. In his infinite wisdom the Lord Creator diverted a comet ment to change the environmental aspects of a certain star in the Pleiadian group.
The chemestry remained for the developement of a race of beings that were not unlike earth jelly-fish. They evolved in their atmosphere from the vast oceans of the planet, Gas bags of mostly methane produced by their digestion. They were inquisitive and quick learning. They achieved the abillity to manipulate their environment. The Whole of this race developed in the period between 1817 and 1917 earth standard time.
They became so technologically advanced so fast it caught the entire galaxy by suprise. Through their tech they were able to transcend the interface between temporal reality and the etherial. They ascended to heaven in their ships. Father was proud of them, untill it became known they had no use for dieties or a creator.
When they entered the time-line of humanity they went straight to Satan first. They offered to help him destroy humanity, which is Satan's aim in the Struggle Eternal.
Satan, being of Divinity, outrightly refused and denounced them, throwing the Pleiadians back out of the time-line.
True to the nature of the beast, Satan covertly delt with them.....
The Result? The Second World War was the manefestation of a spiritual battle between three sides.
The US, Great Briton, Canada...Good
The Nazis...Evil
The Soviet Union...Pleiadian
The Pleiadians entered earth history in 1917, and became the power behind a certain Joseph Stalin. Ultimately this is how the Russians came in possession of the hydrogin bomb before the americans even had theirs off the drawing board.
The Russians skipped the natural progression of developing an atomic device that split an urainium atom first, and went to the next level, spliting a urainium atom in order to split a hydrogyn atom. They did not get this idea from captured german scientists, or Ethel and Julius Rosenberg, a couple of closet communists that took the fall in the name of fear. These gasbags gave it to them. It is only the tip of this Pleiadian iceberg. They entered Earth history and went backwards in preceeding generations to the begining. In no uncertain terms....They Screwed Every Thing Up! In the week before the "Night of the Pleiadians" I kept having visions of the "Out Comes" that human history had taken as the result of my previous incarnations where I was unsuccessfull in exposing what these beings were doing on Earth. I did not have to prove it to anyone on Earth. It was the rest of the Galaxy that was watching. If we could put an end to this up-start race, a whole lot of Galactic inhabitants would be greatfull!
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie
Night of The Valkyrie....
The begining of the end of my marrage. We had been together 7 years, married 5. She was an RN with a house in the country, with no idea that her house was built along a conduit of magnetic energy {leigh line?} of the earths gravitational field. Right on the southwest corner of her house opened an astral gateway to eternity.
Of course we were just involved in the activities of mundane daily existance, and I was oblivious to anything like an astral gateway being near by, or what an astral gateway even is.
Things were pretty status quo. I was happy. 9-11 happened and a switch got thrown in my brain....How many times have I seen this before? The plane banks to starboard and out the window below me I see the hudson river and rooftops rushing past the engine cowling and wingtip. The plane banked to port as the engines throttled up to full power. The guy with the speckeled red bandana in the portal to the cockpit door yells "Alla Achbah" God is Great....
1001 times. It happens every time. I am in every plane with those people. I especially liked what happened in that plane that dove into the ground on it's way to the white house, but that is another story. A Valkyrie story!
Death is a part of life, and it's great this way....Like it or not. Look at the things going on in this world and tell me there is no struggle eternal.
I started writing. The end of october I wrote this story "Cindy" about how one valkyrie interceads on behalf of another in the struggle eternal. Cindy lived and died as I described in the story. The real life Cindy. That is how she died. The original I wrote is longer and more detailed. Everything I post here is the shortened version. When I finished writing that story I heard a female chorus exclaime "Valkyrie!" "Great, now I am hearing things!" I said to myself. Then I heard my mothers voice, "You don't understand what is happening, but you will." I shrugged my sholders and went on. I decided I wanted to write a historical novel.
I did not hear any more voices or chorus'. Everything was just going along swimmingly. I was writing about the second world war. One day I sensed someone was in the room with me. They were speaking german. They were trying to communicate with me but could not speak english. I got really relaxed and said "I can write this for you." It took a little while, but I soon found myself automatically writting in german. I wrote several pages in german by hand. I only have a limited knowledge of german, but this stuff came out of me punctuation and everything correct! I did not have to do this long, for the comerads I served with soon found me, and several spoke english.
I begain to write the life story of Michael Christian Wenct. The spirits of several different people had come to help me.
I got to this point in the story when suddenly I am directed to go to my bed. Two of the spirits came with me. As I lay down one of the spirits said, "Here we go!" And they both dove into me....
I am with these two. Late spring 1943, Karkov. Something terrible is happening and these two guys are on top of me, holding me down, because I am going to take my machine pistol and cut those bastards down!
Everything turned purple and then I saw the eight pointed crimson red star of the Valkyrie. I made an areoplane crash on some bad people.
I became conscious again. At the foot of the waterbed stood my mother, tall, and resplendent in a white gown. She held a staff in her right hand with a standard that had a crystal in it's center that was the same purple that had filled my consciousness moments before. Four Valkyrie stood with her. On her right was Cindy and Sky, on her left Rigga and Moon. "My sisters" I tearfully remembered. "He remembers us mother," said Rigga.
While all this is going on my then just 17 year old daughter is watching tv in the next room. Blissfilly ignorant in mundane daily existance! I actually asked "Can she hear us?" to which my mother put a finger to her lips. She could hear me.
My mother instructed, "Lay upon your stomach" I turned over. The waterbed beneath me begain to glow liquid light that permiated me with a felling of love that could only be eternal. For a brief moment I remembered who I am when I am not planet side, and I cried and cried in rememberance.
Moon the Valkyrie said, "OOOO the Dolphins!" They swam with me in the light and frolicked around me, and I remembered they were old friends and were there to spur me on. Thousands and thousands swam past me, with me and around me. When the dolphins past Mother Frigga told me to hold still. The Light from her staff intensified and flowed directly into me at my feet and out of my head. As it did this it was cleansing all the spirits of things that had crystalized in me throughout my entire life. In the end the Mother of the Valkyrie left me with two spirit helpers. I was informed I was on a mission. I was told I am The Valkyrie. Before it was over the Valkyrie would be speaking to my x wife as well, who would go into complete denial that it was happening.
She tried to live in that house by herself after we were through. She had to sell it after four months. In her effort to get closier she actually moved the waterbed into the southwest corner of the room, next to the astral gateway. The dreams she must have had!
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie
Re: About Joan....
I guess it would not be a sacred place, but could you please let me know where it occurred, as I have always been intrigued by Joan of Arc and would like to research this more...
Blessings and Peace,
Re: About Joan....
I was captured at the Fortress town of Compiegne. We could have taken the town, but I was betrayed and led into a trap. From Compiegne I ended up in The Castle of Bouvreuil at Rouen, after going from place to place to hide where I was because the peasant class heard I was captured, and would have done anything to get me free. I was one of them!
There is a prison tower in the castle. That is where I was held. I mentioned the Popes Cardinal. There was also the Archbishop of Rowen, and his Cannon. I am not sure of these titles and I do not know who the many men involved with the inquisition were. I could only see men being moved by the forces of darkness. After their little "exorcism" they paraded me around in a dress and said I was no more then a whore.
I tore off those rags and got pants and a military tunic from one of my guards, all the men who guarded me were sympathetic, they were with me still, and it was us against them! Out side the Castle of Bouvreuil is the town of Rouen. In the main marketplace was my funeral pyre.
I recommend a lovely book written by Regine Pernoud, and Marie-Veronique Clin. "Joan of Arc, Her Story"
As Michael the Valkyrie would say about all written history, "It's close, but no cigar."
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie.
Love, Michael, The Valkyrie
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A great drive for the car it is, and the economical and comfort plus points speak for themselves
Nothing, so far so good.
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I decided to purchase a Japanese car for the first time following comments about their "reliability". After looking around, I opted to go for a "used" Nissan Almera 1.5E, 3-Door. "51" reg.
The drivability and comfort factors are great. 40-50 mpg also make it economical, along with the cheap insurance and tax.
Its 1.5 engine is swift enough to get you out of trouble, and it's soooooo quiet. You could hear a pin drop when at standstill!
The gear change is effortless too. I've driven Corsa's as well as Peugeot's which are similar in design, but this is a far better drive. You feel safe on those bends in the rain, and it's wonderful on the motorway. Okay, its not the most exciting looking Car in the World, but neither are Corsa's etc..
The interior is also highly impressive; nice full and wide dashboard, with a nice modern look, as well as hugely comfortable seating. There's great vision out the front and rear windows, and the boot space is also generous for a 3-door hatchback.
I was also pleasantly surprised by the comfortable and responsive suspension when tackling the numerous "speed bumps" and "pot holes" that plague our inner city roads!
To summarise, it's a great drive for the car it is, and the comfort and economical factors speak for themselves. If you're looking for a "used" car, give the Almera a look and a test drive yourself. I'm a happy owner of one, that's for sure!
Would you buy another car from this manufacturer? Yes
Review Date: 25th July, 2007


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June 13, 2005
IM goes live at UNLV Librarires
The UNLV Libraries IM service went live on Monday June 6 (adios, QuestionPoint!) This happened to coincide with a minor website launch, so in the process of making the switch to IM, I reorganized and completely rewrote the Ask a Librarian section of the site. As you can see, I gathered inspiration from some of the other libraries out there using IM. due to the website launch deadline, I wasn't able to get all the content up there, but it's coming along.
The e-mail solution
Because email was previously handled by QuestionPoint, we needed a new way to receive and route email reference questions to the 12-15 library staff that regularly respond to email questions. I created a web form that sends mail to a library reference Lotus Notes account, and set librarians up with proxy access via their personal Lotus email accounts. I created a 'librarians' folder where I move questions for specific librarians and notify them with an email that there is a question in their folder. Once the question is answered, the librarian moves it to the appropriate monthly archive folder. So far so good. It's a little more time intensive, but hey, it works.
The IM software solution
We're supporting AIM (and therefore also iChat), Yahoo! Messenger and MSN Messenger, and these choices were informed by the earlier IM Survey. The librarian chatters (there are about 12 of us) have been set up with Trillian. Getting everyone set up took some time: Trillian installs local user preferences and required that I visit everyone individually. I used our brand spankin' new copy of Macromedia Captivate to deploy three tutorials to staff to get them at least partially set up before I came to their offices (the Captivate tutorials were a big hit!). Our screen name is unlvlibrarian.
The tricky part had to do with the 'hand-off.' Our chat shifts run on an hourly basis. Because we're all using the same three unlvlibrarian accounts, logging in while a librarian from the previous shift is still in the middle of a chat will boot them out. Not so good. so I created AIM accounts for all the chatters (unlvsherri, unlvpriscilla, etc . .) so that we could use this as a secondary network to communicate with one another. So before logging into the unlvlibrarian account, we use our individual accounts to IM the unlvlibrarian and make sure it's okay to take over. It's also good way for people new to IM to chat with one another and get into the groove.
Though we're now supporting IM, IM software will not be made available to library computer users. The systems side of the house has decided that there are too many potential security risks involved. As I see it, this is simply an inconvenience factor for students because no matter when I talk a walk out by the workstations, people have downloaded and are running IM clients to chat with their friends. So it's being installed anyway, though Deep Freeze erases it after every restart. In the meantime, I've provided users with web login links on the chat page so that they have the option if they find themselves in a lab where they can't install software.
Finally, I've added links to the Ask a Librarian service to the various databases that support customized linking. Presence presence presence!
The statistics-keeping solution
One thing about this switch that did concern me was the (in)ability to track and keep statistics, which had previously been collected automatically by QuestionPoint. One the one hand, I really like the fact that chat is 'disposable' and that we can dispose of transcripts and personally-identifiable information when and how we want to (not an option with QuestionPoint). On the other, I need to capture some basic statistics, and trying to gather that information from numerous people would have the potential to redefine my job description! Finally, the solution needed to be easy and obvious, because we're all busy people and don't need more added to our plates than we already have. So . . . we've developed a data entry page using PHP to feed basic statistical information into a MySQL database. At the start of each chat shift, the librarian simply has to go to the URL and use the drop-downs provided (a comment box is also provided near the end of the page that's not visible in the screenshot):
The initial training session focused specifically on setting up and using Trillian, and some basics of chatiquette. Once everyone has had the opportunity to start chatting, we'll be having an additional advanced training session later in the summer. For more information on IM training, take a look at the great stuff that Michael Stephens has done.
On our first full day of service, I had three chats in a two hour time span. Two of the students that I was chatting with each said something along the lines of "thanks so much for offering this service - it's so great that you're using IM at the library!"
Like Linda Richman I was all verklempt. Talk amongst yourselves : )
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And have a slice of cake with Mrs. Sellner:
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Album Rating: 4.0suite madame blue + hypnotic avatar = joy
Digging: iamthemorning - Belighted
Album Rating: 4.0fk the riff at america america america america rocks
Are these the band from that '70's show?
Album Rating: 4.0which show viper ? u mean the banana splits ?
No I mean that '70's show haha.
It was an episode where Eric wants to go to their concert and everybody make fun of him, but eventually they all jam this secretly.
Thought it was The Sticks but I might have been wrong.
Album Rating: 4.0do u mean south park ? ye styx were mentioned on there once i think but thats not 70s show
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Alright, lemme school you on some of the history of Monkey D. Luffy.
So for a while he was raised pretty much by his village, and idolized Captain Shanks and the Red-Haired pirates that often docked in the town. He swiped the Gomu Gomu no Mi devil fruit from them out of spite after they said he couldn't be a pirate.
To Shank's horror, he was too late to stop him. He promptly informed Luffy how much he had fucked himself over in the swimming department.
Well granted he couldn't swim before he ate the fruit, but now there was zero possibility of him ever doing it ever.
Didn't help that a bandit threw him in the water like a day later.
Don't worry he got eaten.
Alright moving on.
So his Gramps, Monkey D. Garp, comes back and is all "What the fuck you're made of rubber now? You've lost your village privileges. Also, fuck being a pirate you're gonna be a marine."
He takes him up into the mountains to live with Dadan and her band of bandits. Now she'd gotten herself into some deep shit a while back, and Garp was only cutting her slack because she had promised to look after…
This guy. Portgas D. Ace.
Cue heartfelt story about him and Luffy become closer as brothers but still beat the shit out of each other on a constant basis but out of brotherly love and stuff.
Also he threw him into a pit once.
So they never really went into town much, but them and their soon other adopted brother, Ace's childhood friend Sabo…
Sabo look at that beautiful angel.
Where was I? Oh, yeah. Anyway, they only went into the big city to dine and dash and steal stuff.
They'd also go to Luffy's old village to get hand-me-down clothes. Aren't they adorable?
The rest of the time was spent beating the shit out of the forest fauna and feasting on their flesh.
Oh, also making a kickass tree house.
***Spoilers under here so watch out.***
Long story short, bad things happen, giant fire, motherfucking tenryubitto blow up Sabo's ship and he ALLEGEDLY dies.
***Spoilers end.***
So, the brothers promise that they are going to get stronger, and that when each of them reaches the age of 17 they will set out to become pirates. Luffy was the youngest, so he was the last to leave.
In summation: Luffy knew about his disability within like ten seconds of getting it, having it proven to him less than 24 hours later.
Luffy only really interacted with two other kids: his adopted brothers Sabo and Ace. Sure they made fun of his ability saying it was stupid, but they all made fun of each other because brotherly love and whatnot. They didn't care about being shunned or hated because they already were. They were infamous rambunctious ruffians.
Fucking adorable ruffians.
Check yoself before you wreck yoself with those sad head canons.
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