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Posts tagged signal boost
Posts tagged signal boost
Remember that petition about organ transplants being denied for autistic people that was going around about 2 weeks ago?
During those two weeks, it's gotten maybe 2,000 signatures.
In the next 4 days (by Friday, December 14th) it needs 16,457 more.
Or it doesn't pass.
1 day and it needs 11,345 signatures.
Seriously. C'mon guys.
If you haven't signed it, do it now. If you have, please signal boost the hell out of this.
Please sign this petition! It's so important.
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. @mittromney your son has bought voting machines in states you must win to carry this election (namely ohio). comment? http://tinyurl.com/9p9wszs
bain capital has bought the electronic voting machines that will calculate millions of votes in ohio. how is that ethical or LEGAL?!!?
. @mittromney how is it legal for a company that YOU own to buy machines that will calculate votes in an election where YOU are a candidate?
everyone retweet this NOW.
this is some serious and potentially dangerous shit everybody switch to signal boost mode NOW.
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Caution: Watch out for this. You'll enter a blog, and a pop-up looking like the one above will appear asking you to log into Tumblr to verify your age. DO.NOT.DO.IT. Basically, you'll give the hacker your login information and they will use your blog as they have done the one above. Seriously, take my word for it. It's NOT Tumblr. Please pass the message along. For some, our blogs are our lives. And it could all be gone in an instant.
Looks like they're at it again, guys
((well crap))
Signal boost!
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^ very important. please reblog
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An anon sent this in. Checked and confirmed based on the name "Cas" in their sidebar and a couple of the text posts. Please reblog, guys!
If you don't know who starkholme-syndrome/jam-moriar-tea is and why you should stay the hell away from him, he's vindictively outing trans* people to their parents. This post has more info.
yeah and don't mix him up with me either
not all moriartys are good moriartys
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If you don't remember Sophie M Herold, she is a German girl, who is extremely homophobic and transphobic. She has found out LGBTQ persons names, addresses, personal info etc. And set up her own database.
Her intentions with this are harmful.
She is sending out this information, your information, your best friends information, someone you love and care about. She's sending it to hate groups, malicious people, people with bad intentions.
And if you think I'm blowing this out of proportion, people have been kicked out of homes, disowned by families and even MURDERED. Yes, murdered. Innocent people who have done nothing but love.
She has had numerous blogs and each have been removed. Tumblr staff are aware of her, and as far as I'm aware she currently doesn't have a blog, but this does not mean she isn't still on peoples tumblrs, asking via anon where you live, what your name is.
An email I received today. She's sending out information of same sex couples with children so the children can be kidnapped. She entitled it "Time to strike back". If that doesn't suggest harmful intentions I don't know what does.
Please be extremely careful what you post on tumblr, on twitter, facebook, anywhere. Do NOT give out your full name or your address, or even the town in which you live. Look out for one another, and don't answer any suspicious anons. Especially if they use your name in quotation marks.
Sophie M Herold is still out there, she always will be, so please spead this message and warn people. She's attacking in silence. We don't need more people dying because of her actions.
Thank you.
This is absolutely horrific.
(Note: So others can see the full entry when you post this, click the reblog icon and on right hand side of "Reblog Link" click "as…" and change it to "Text" in the drop down menu. Thought this would be good to know considering that this is VERY important and everyone should read the whole thing.)
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So you can block her pre-emptively before she stalks you again.
This hateful waste of carbon based life stalks people online and then outs them to their families, coworkers, etc. Report and block and reblog please!
In case you don't know who Cathy Brennan is.
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Not sure who this will reach…but my 13 year old COUSIN Fajr Abdul-Akbar is missing. It has been 26 hours since she was last seen.
If anyone has ANY sort of information on her whereabouts please call the number above. She resides, goes to school, and was last seen in Brooklyn, NY with some classmates. If you live in the Brooklyn area, please keep your eyes peeled. She was wearing a white scarf, but may have since taken it off.
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I'll just quote Teen Voices' website (http://www.teenvoices.com/:Teen Voices need your help. Because of a recent decrease in funding, we're at a crisis. We must raise $300,000 by August 1. Yes, it's that bad."So what?" You say. "Why should I care? It's just a nonprofit in Boston."
For nearly 25 years, girls and young women in Boston and beyond have counted on Teen Voices to provide a positive, girl-friendly space to grow as writers and leaders. We are not going down without a fight.
You know us, and you know our work—our girl-generated magazine is the only publication of its kind. Thousands of girls around the globe count on Teen Voices to publish their work and offer honest, positive stories that address real issues in their lives.
The good news is our magazine and our afterschool program are stronger than ever. We've produced two excellent issues in the past year and over 225 online articles—including interviews with inspiring girls in action and powerful leading ladies like Donna Brazile, Jennifer Buffett, and Maria Hinojosa. We consistently have a waiting list for our afterschool and summer journalism program, and our Boston-based teens consistently show growth in perseverance, social efficacy, and acceptance of others.
With a strong and dedicated staff and an army of passionate teens and volunteers, we are poised to take Teen Voices to the next level in 2013, reaching many more girls worldwide. We have a vision to increase our web traffic tenfold and become the go-to place for smart girl media. We have plans—and even a grant!—to make teenvoices.com an interactive, smartphone-friendly forum for girls to amplify their voices.
It's all within reach.
But right now, we need funds to get around this challenging corner and move our organization to a stronger future. With your help, Teen Voices can partner and transform to amplify the voices of girls. Whether you can afford $5, $50 or $5,000, every donation brings us closer.
You can send a safe and secure contribution through PayPal:
Or mail a check to:
Teen Voices
80 Summer St, Suite 400
Boston MA 02110
We need your donations by August 1!
Please forward this message to every person you know who believes that girls can change the world. And thank you for investing in the power of teen girls' voices!
The Teen Voices team For updates on our campaign, like "Teen Voices Magazine" on Facebook and join the conversation on Twitter @teenvoices #notwithoutafight
To read our latest and greatest girl-generated media, visit www.teenvoices.com.
No, it's not. I would know. I interned there. It was my first internship and in fact my first experience in any sort of feminist institution. I read just about every issue of Teen Voices—and that's a lot of magazines—because I had to organize the archives. And those magazines were what eventually led to this blog.
Teen Voices was not "a feminist magazine". It was a magazine by (primarily) young WOC in Boston during an after-school mentoring program. These girls were awesome. They were funny, kind, and the magazines they created cast light on issues that—if you have been reading this blog, you know—are invisible in popular media. Everything from trans* issues, suicide, surviving assault, foster family life, great restaurants run by women in Boston, interviews with CIBO MATTO (YES THE CIBO MATTO THAT DID "Know your Chicken" and "Birthday Cake", it was in one of the old magazines, I told you Teen Voices is badass!!!1). At the back of the magazines was this awesome section where they took an advertisement from TV or a magazine and described in articulate terms just how it was objectifying a woman's body or using sex to sell a product. Bam.
That was my first internship, and it was years ago, but I still have a couple of magazines on my shelf. They are evergreen. They're filled with art people sent in, letters, advice, and positivity. There is no end of positivity in this awesome magazine.
TEEN VOICES NEEDS TO STAY ALIVE. Teen Voices' slogan was "because you're more than a pretty face" and now it's "changing the world for girls through media" which fits what they do better.
I'm sounding like an infomercial now, but don't take my word for it. Go to teenvoices.com right now, you'll see what's awesome about them. They recently interviewed a member of the Olympic Swimming Team in a great article. They have a review about a movie focusing on sexual assault in the military up right now, worth a look. Poetry, fiction, music reviews, art, photography—all by teen girls. You can read their magazine, which goes out to learning centers, schools, and many other institutions, online or in print if you donate for a subscription.
Thank you for reading this far. We now return to your scheduled programming where I call mean people bad words.
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Leg Workout I: Glutes and Quadriceps
leg pressesThe leg press is another great overall quadricep muscle builder. It's also a fun exercise to carry out because you'll be able to pack on the weight rather quickly compared to other exercises, without necessarily needing a spot. Remember to always maintain perfect form.
Sets and Repetitions
4 Sets — Reps 15-10-8-8
1. Place your feet flat on the platform, shoulder-width apart, with your toes pointing slightly outward. You can vary your foot positions in order to hit your muscles from different angles. A wide stance will work the outer quadriceps, while a narrow one will work the inner quadriceps.
2. Lower the platform until your knees are at a 90-degree angle. Make sure that your lower back is properly aligned with the seat to prevent back-injury.
3. Press the platform outward until your legs are nearly straight out. Do not lock your knees at the start of the movement in order to keep the tension on your leg muscles and avoid injury. Make sure not to bounce at the end of the motion because that can also cause serious injury.
leg extensionsLeg extensions are a great finishing exercise. It's even a good idea to do a light set before starting your leg workout, since it works your entire quadricep region.
Sets and Repetitions
3 Sets — Reps 10-10-10
1. Sit on the seat of a leg extension machine with the footpad firmly placed on the outer part of your shin. Make sure your knees are flexed at a 90-degree angle. If your legs are forced too far beyond this angle, knee damage could result early on in the movement.
2. Extend and straighten your legs until they're parallel with the floor.
3. This is the only leg exercise in which you can lock your knees without risking knee damage. It's actually a good thing to lock your knees and hold the position for a second or two in order to squeeze and burn your muscles.
4. After reaching the end of the motion, slowly return the weight to a point near the starting position. This will allow you to keep constant tension on your quadricep muscles.
5. Pointing your toes toward each other at a 20-degree angle works the inner quad area, while pointing your toes outward works the outer quad area. Try to vary the angle of your toes every once in a while to work your legs from different angles.
Well that's it; your glutei and quadriceps should be pretty tired by now, but guess what? This is only the first part of your leg workout. To maintain a nice symmetry, you'll need to work on your hamstrings and calves, so make sure to read the 2nd part of this intensive leg workout next time.
Until then, stay fit and let loose.

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x The average starting price for a place to stay in Saranda is £19 per night.
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melodybrewer7 Tani's Bar and guesthouse is in a good position in the centre of Ksamili. The beach is 70 metres away. The rooms are clean and now have air conditioning. There is a bar, shop and internet cafe downstairs. However what makes this place so great is the kindness and friendliness of Tani and his parents. They helped us in all sorts of ways and made our stay memorable. I cannot thank them enough.
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sarahsarah86 Ian, Paul & Kelly are fantastic people/hosts who really made my stay at their place one to remember. They have only just started their hostel, Beni's Place so I thought I would write them a little review to give them a kick-start! Firstly, thank you guys, you are all amazing people and I'm sure your hostel (which is so chilled it feels like stepping into their own shared apartment) will be a huge success! What you can expect from Benny's place (and some of my personal highlights): - a hand-drawn portrait from in-house artist 'Sir' Ian MacQueen - fresh fruit and freshly squeezed orange juice for breakfast - proper coffee for breakfast - drinking games & yoga excercises with Sarah (or Sarah no.2 as you all so smartly named her!! :-D ) - pretty much the best breakfast I've had in a hostel - the amazing view overlooking Corfu - nights out down on the beach (2 minute walk away) - the 3 BBQ nights we had, sorry I couldn't make the 4th ;-)! - their knowledge on Saranda and passion for travel and travellers - the beautiful villa I really don't have anything bad to say about the place or the beautiful people I met there. Friends for life and good luck with your future endeavours. See you next year!!! Missing you all already, mwah x Sarah xxxx
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|17 Feb 2012
Drivers problem ATI Radeon Mobility 9600 Series
Before everything, I apologize for my English, because I'm Pole and when I have problems I use a translator.
OK, now my problem. I have an old laptop, Acer Aspire 2010 (for detailed specification you can go to my profile to System Spec bookmark) with Win 7.
Before I did formatting EVERYTHING WORKS FINE.
And problem is that, after formatting computer i can't correctly install drivers to my graphic card. It's quite complicated, i tried a lot of solution but none of them worked. I am going to explain this as easily as I can.
So, when i try to install drivers by normal way (version 6.5 for xp - newer drivers don't operate my graphic card), system show this communicate: http://img821.imageshack.us/img821/2...stallation.png
When I saw this i realized I forgot to install Mainboard drivers, but there is problem with compatibility - there is no drivers for this Mainboard working with Win 7.
So I give up with Mainboard drivers and focused on graphic card. I can install these drivers in Troubleshooting Mode but there is another problem. When I shut down computer there shows bluescreen, always the same: http://img194.imageshack.us/img194/5489/dsc00389id.jpg. When I restart my computer, resolution is good (1280x800; without drivers 1024x768) but there is no transparency from Windows Aero.
I tried to use a Mobility Modder.net, but it won't works too.
I looked at maaany forums, but I can't find working solution of my problem, so, please, help.
The worst is that, before everything works fine :<
|My System Specs
|30 Mar 2012
Win 7, Home Premium
It is quite old issue, however once again happened to be a problem after fresh reinstallation of Win 7 (disk format) and Aero not working at all. Transparency also disappeared.
Three days looking for new driver.
Maybe someone has the same problem - so it is solution:
1. starting from standard VGA installed by win 7 during system installation process
2. install old driver for for XP (delivered by notebook producer); it results with better resolution but not aero and not transparency.
3. download driver for Radeon Pro 9700 - catalyst_8-31-100_vista32_rtm
4. unpack it - it creates folder ATI/SUPPORT/catalyst ...
5. go to control panel, dvice manager, and update manually driver for graphics card browsing to this folder described above.
6. it updates driver asking in the end for restart,
7. restart - Aero is again !!!
maybe it is possible to bypass step 2 but I am not sure.
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|31 Mar 2012
IT'S WORKING! You are my God man I am fckng loving you . World is much better now.
BTW. I did it without second step
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This contemporary revision of vintage typography is becoming increasingly popular as a style
At first I couldn't tell where the 'are a' was at until I looked at this closer.
I have curves, does that make me beautiful?
'Curves Are a Thing of Beauty' by @ErikMarinovich for 8 Faces. (via FoT)
in typography. also bodies, but cool if you're thin too, whatever's good, I just like this piece, not being weird, ok?
'Curves Are a Thing of Beauty'
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The Cat Came Back
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Remembering the day when my friend and I were zombified due to the apocalyptic mess of getting our NBI clearance, I can only think of one positive thing that happened that day: our heavenly visit to a small dessert shop called La Creperie in Robinsons Galleria. We've been eyeing the shop because of its polished European theme and upon seeing the comfy-looking chairs, we zombie-walked towards it. Both of us were too tired to document our first time there but one thing's for sure, we both fell in love the moment we stepped inside.
Now, roughly after a year, I, along with my fellow bloggers-slash-officemates, were given a chance to experience Paris through our taste buds inside the entrancing interiors of La Creperie in Calderon St, San Juan.
Right from the get-go, La Creperie depicts the perfect quiet spot that can take its customers away from the hullabaloo of city living. With its welcoming and cozy atmosphere, this little artsy shop lodged in a busy district is the place to go not just for extraordinary food but if you're looking for a serene place to finish a good book.
So, last Thursday, after a busy day at the office, we went to San Juan and had ourselves a night full of delicious crepes, scrumptious pasta, delightful teas and chocolate drinks, and even a quirky looking beef stew ensemble! What made our night even more memorable was the fact that Ms. Christine, one of the two Christines who owns La Creperie, graced our dinner and filled us in on her travels abroad and how it influenced her business venture and even the food which she had prepared or invented herself! She told us that each dish included in their menu has a background relevant to her globe-trotting through the years. Evidently though, Europe has took hold of her heart, ergo the very posh restaurant. Now, let's get down to business and get the low down on the food we munched that fateful Thursday evening.
Definitely a drink for sharing with maybe two or three of your buddies because the glass was surprisingly huge! It's a 165php well-spent, I tell you.
Ms. Christine told us the reason behind the name Le J. J. but I won't be spilling this one here, though. Maybe you should go ask her yourself. *wink* This dish falls under their "Les Gastronomiques" roster. It has ham, Emmental and Gruyere cheese, tomato, garlic, and chili flakes enveloped by the perfectly cooked crepe.
Nursing a sweet tooth? Then this crepe should be the next on your must-try list!
I've never tasted anything like it before, I tell you. I've had the "when in doubt, order Carbonara" syndrome for years but honestly, I just wanted to try what might be their ace among the other Carbonaras I've eaten and La Creperie didn't disappoint! The pesto cream worked magic with the flavor not to mention the mushrooms and ham pieces that completed the whole dish.
Who wouldn't smile upon seeing the plating of this beef stew? Look at that triangular rice! It's so adorable that you'd not want to mess it up!
This baby got me all wide-eyed after one spoonful. The mozzarella cheese hiding under the surface created the right amount of sweetness and maybe a wee bit of bitterness to the overall taste of this heaven-sent soup. I think five of us almost played tug of war just to get more of the tasteful goodness in our mouths.
Looking weird, ain't it? But don't judge this unique chow just by the looks of it. Would you believe that it didn't even last ten minutes for us to gobble it all up? You should. The Savoyarde is made up of Raclette cheese, Hungarian cheese, bacon, baby potatoes, cornichons, and pickled onions. Ms. Christine told us that she has a knack of converting various meals into crepes and the Savoyarde is one of them.
This is one of their basic crepes that's topped with caramel and whipped cream. A crepe that can go well with any cold or hot drink that's available in their menu. There were also two types of teas that were served to us that night, unfortunately, I wasn't able to try them. I'm not the tea kind of person but if you are, then I bet you'd enjoy their imported TWG's!
La Creperie already has four branches across the Metro and they're ready to serve you with quality crepes among others. If you're craving for desserts or even a nice little place to pass the time, go ahead and visit one of their stores to feel like you've been warped into a different country.
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Price Range: 200php-400php
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Drivers beware! As of April special parking spaces aimed exclusively for the elderly, pregnant, and handicapped have been introduced across the country. The special parking zones are located in regular no-parking zones and without an eagle eye and knowledge of kanji are hard to distinguish from regular roadside parking spaces.
If you park in one of these spaces and do not have the special permit on display in the front windshield area of your car you can expect your car to be either ticketed or towed; drivers of large class vehicles get a fine of 23,000 Yen, regular class vehicles 17,000 Yen, motor-cycles or mopeds 11,000 Yen. If you are unfortunate enough to have your vehicle towed expect an extra 14,000 Yen on top of the fine to recover your vehicle.
The new spaces are only available for use with a special parking permit by drivers of regular class vehicles (普通自動車); some vehicle weight limits apply. Only drivers that are either handicapped, over 70 years old, pregnant, or are within 8 weeks of having had a baby are eligible to apply.
■How to Apply
You can apply at any police station. A relative or an appointed proxy (dairi-nin 代理人) can also apply on your behalf. To apply you will need an application form, a valid driving license, and your car's automobile inspection certificate 自動車検査証. Expectant mothers will also need to bring their Maternal and Child Health Handbook (Boshi Kenko Techo 母子健康手帳); a certified letter from a doctor showing proof of pregnancy is also acceptable.
Application forms are available at police stations, but if you want to fill one out before going you can also download one from the Aichi Prefectural Police Website – http://bit.ly/senyoparking
Currently there are only a handful of locations in Nagoya City, but these will increase rapidly over the next few years. These include parking spots and Heiwa Koen in Chikusa Ward, outside Higashi Ward Office, Nakamura Koen, Meijo Hospital and Nagoya City Hall in Naka Ward, Showa Post Office and Nagoya City University Hospital in Showa Ward, and around Tempaku Ward Office and Tempaku Koen.
■Key Vocabulary
Special permit application form = kōreisha-untensha-tō – hyōshō shinseisho 高齢運転者等標章申請書 Maternal and Child Health Handbook = boshi kenko techō 母子健康手帳 Permit holders only = hyoshosha senyō 標章車専用 Automobile inspection certificate = jidōsha-kensa-shō自動車検査証 画像
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If only we didn't need to sleep! This is something we often exclaim during the busy spring and summer at Fellow Mortals. People have asked if we know how many steps we take in a day, since we move and walk nearly non-stop for up to 19 hours during our longest shifts.
Fellow Mortals is one of the largest and busiest wildlife hospitals in the nation,. Open 365 days a year, including holidays, the animals brought to us for care stay on site from initial admit to release. Some patients' stays are relatively short; others can last more than a year. Our hospital covers nearly 5,000 square feet of purpose-built clinic space, with another four acres of specialized habitats outdoors. Preparing food, feeding babies, cleaning kennels or scrubbing pools, taking x-rays, mopping, doing laundry, returning phone calls and meeting new people--it's all in every day's routine.
Summer 2014 has been exceptionally and unusually busy for us. As I write at the peak of our season, we have over 400 animals in care of dozens of species, including ground squirrels, purple martins, rabbits, ducklings, hummingbirds, goslings, owlets, gulls and deer. Every species of animal has come in greater numbers than in years past, meaning that it takes many more people-hours to care for them all.
In addition to the over 2,000 animals who will find their way into our care this year--the majority of which will be successfully returned to the wild, at least that many more have been kept with their wild parents as a result of education and advice given to caring people who called for help when they found what they believed was an orphaned animal.
Why are we so busy? Many species of wildlife are thriving, even as habitat is lost to development, but the real reason we are busier than ever is because the number the wildlife rehabilitators has been decreasing steadily since the 'boom' of rehabilitators entering the field in the 1980's, when Fellow Mortals first opened its doors. Looking just within a 30-mile radius of our hospital, where there were once 15 licensed wildlife rehabiliators, only five remain.
We are concerned about the loss of professionals in our field, especially because awareness and concern for wildlife and the environment mean that the services rehabilitators provide are needed more than ever. While the internships we offer during the summer are vital to providing care for the hundreds of orphans brought to us, they are also very important in terms of providing an opportunity for interested people to gain exposure and experience in the field. Since 1992, 66 interns have amassed over 80,000 hours of hands-on experience with injured and orphaned wildlife through Fellow Mortals' internship program. Some of these alumni have become rehabilitators, some veterinarians, others work in zoos or aquariums and some are doing research. Regardless of their profession, they have all become advocates for wildlife and the environment.
If you're reading this report, it's because you've made a gift to support our mission, a mission that includes helping to train the wildlife rehabilitators of tomorrow.
Thank you for supporting our work.
"I have a gift for you!" exclaimed Mark Naniot of Wild Instincts, a wildlife hospital in northern Wisconsin, when he called. He had just received a newborn orphaned beaver kit from a member of the public, umbilical cord still attached. Mark knows that Fellow Mortals works regularly with beaver and that we have a single beaver in care we hope to put with another before eventual release back to the wild.
We decided to have Mark stabilize the baby at his hospital before having the little one transferred down to us, as it would involve a more than 6-hour travel time for the delicate orphan. Any newborn animal is fragile and we have found newborn beaver to be especially susceptible to complications due to inability to thermoregulate and stomach upset from change in formula, so it made sense not to add any additional stress to what an orphaned wild baby was already experiencing from being separated from its parents. One week later, after the baby had stabilized, volunteers from Wild Instincts met our volunteer at a half-way point to hand off the special patient for transport the rest of the way to Fellow Mortals for care.
Fellow Mortals has cared for over 40,000 wild animals in the last nearly 30 years, but only 7 infant beaver, making this little one a very special patient. As soon as (she) arrived, we began the process of getting her adjusted to her new caregivers and surroundings and getting her back on schedule for feedings and bathing (beaver go to the bathroom in the water and must have access to water after every feeding).
The baby has been with us nearly two weeks now and is doing quite well, having gained close to 200 grams from her admit weight and looking and acting like a healthy baby. Little bites of willow and yam are enjoyed inbetween formula feedings and her baths are getting bigger and deeper. (We haven't yet determined the sex, which will be done by x-ray when the little one is about a month old. Sex organs are internal in beaver.)
In the wild, beaver stay with their parents until they are two years old, when they leave to find territories and build lodges of their own. Anyone who has ever raised a baby beaver understands exactly why this is so, as the kits cannot be left unsupervised without getting into trouble if they venture alone into deep water. The yearling beaver are essentially mom and dad's babysitters during their time at home. Beaver family are very close-knit and this intelligent species spends hours every day in social grooming, as the animals are very tactile.
In July 2012, Fellow Mortals released another hand-raised baby who had been paired with a yearling. Today, they are doing well at the pond where they were released. We are still waiting to see if they might have had babies of their own this year. The link mentioned provides more information about their story.
Making the kind of commitment it takes to raise beaver from infants to release is only possible because of the support of special individuals and foundations who provide the funds to build the specialized habitats needed by these aquatic mammals, and the donations that help purchase the food consumed by these unique animals. One beaver will eat a pound of spinach, two large yams, an ear of corn and two apples every day while in care. The cost of food alone for one beaver in rehabilitation is nearly $5,000.
While we have large habitats with pools deep enough for diving, our dream is to build an even larger aquatic mammal habitat for this special species. We'll keep you updated as this project progresses.
Time to sign off for now, the baby beaver's next feeding is just two minutes away!
With the warmth of spring, the door literally opens to a new beginning for dozens of wild creatures who spent the winter healing. In the last couple of weeks, we have returned red-tailed hawks back to their homes, set migrating songbirds and ducks on their way to their breeding grounds and moved more animals along the path back to eventual freedom. Give yourself a pat on the back for helping to make this possible!
The first babies of the year came to Fellow Mortals as a large nest of eight 'pinkie' squirrels weighing just 2/3 of an ounce. These little ones are helpless if something happens to their nest or mom and are some of the most critical patients we see, requiring frequent and late-night feedings and strict hygiene to keep them healthy. We're happy to say that 10 days later they are all gaining weight and doing well.
After the first squirrels came our first orphaned owls, with two nestling who were injured after their nest was blown out of a tall pine tree. The babies were alone for awhile before they were found and were very hungry, as well as injured. One baby had a sprained 'ankle;' the other sustained fractures to both ulnas (a bone in the wing). Wild creatures are incredibly resilent and both little ones responded well to treatment and are healing while eating up to 12 mice each per day. They are nearly ready to join our foster owl, Alberta, who adopts the young owls who need us, providing an important role model for them as they learn to act like an owl, talk like an owl, and hunt so that they can survive when they have matured for release.
After the long harsh winter, the first babies of the year are a welcome sign of the awakening earth, filling us with anticipation for all that is to come. Every year we make a new promise to the wild ones who will need us--to provide the best nutrition, care, facilities and medical care possible, in order to give each individual a real chance to heal and grow and return to the wild where it belongs. Thanks to you, we know this is a promise we can keep.


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Hey, I've had some problems recognizing or formatting blank disks. My computer didn't even recognized my JetFlash USB (not the USB but it has something like a CD-ROM drive which has a file that you need to execute to enter your fingerprint to open a "secret/private drive". On "My Computer" its CD-ROM drive weren't recognized. So I opened Device Manager (In administrator mode of course) and tried to reinstall the driver for the USB's CD-ROM drive. It faild. I did the same on my other Win 7 lap which the USB is working fine. It worked with no problems. So I got the files for the CD-ROM drivers from the lap that the CD-ROM is working fine on a USB and tried to replace them with my broken ones from the lap that the CD-ROM drive is not working. I got the error "Cannot replace, "TrustedInstaller" permissions needed." . I ran Windows Explorer as an admin of course and I got the same error again. So I did a little research and I made an EXE file with Winrar that install the drivers. It worked perfectly! So did the blank disk format and recognizing problem I've had before. So, I wanted to share the EXE file and the CD-ROM files itself with everyone.
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Author's note: It's based on the Harry Potter series. It's post-war around this time, hence the Paramore, Maroon 5 and Train reference. Enjoy! -Ashley
'Sofie's here, Mischa. Weren't you going to the zoo?' My mum says while opening the curtains of the large window of my bedroom. 'Come on, get up!'
'Yes, young lady, get up!' Another voice says. I look in the direction where the voice just came from and Sofie was standing there. Her eyes sparkling with joy.
'Why don't you drink some coffee or something and I'll get dressed, okay?' I say in response to all of the wake up calls. My mum and Sofie both nod and leave the room to drink something, and knowing my mum, she'll probably make some food for me, so Sofie and I can leave as soon as possible.
It's been a long time since I've seen Sofie. I think she's 13 now. When she was 11 she went to a private school somewhere in Scotland. When I ask if I could write, call or email her, she comes up with weird excuses like; 'My school is somewhere in the mountains in Scotland, and the people from the post office are too lazy to deliver our mail.' or 'We're not aloud to have computers or laptops. Besides, there isn't much electricity in my dorm room. So I can't use a phone.'
As I'm being carried away with my thoughts, a black haired man with a green robe stops at our house and looks directly at my window. When our eyes cross I quickly dive away. After a minute or two I slowly get back up to get a better look at the man but he wasn't there anymore. Just at that moment the front door bell rings.
'Hello?' I hear my mother say. 'Oh, I'll get her, why don't you come in? Mischa! There's someone here for you.'
I put on my clothes, go through my messy brown hair with my comb and go downstairs. When I come in the living room the man with the green robe is sitting there. He immediatly looks up at me and smiles at me and starts talking: 'Hello Mischa. I'm Professor Neville Longbottom.'
'H-how do you know my name?' I answer carefully.
'Well, we know the name of every wizard and witch in the United Kingdom.'
'The name of every what?' I ask, did he really say wizard and witch?
'Yes, I really did say wizard and witch. You're a witch, Mischa.'
My mum steps in front of the man and says: 'I'm sorry, what did you call my daughter?' She shoots him a vicious glare.
'Did I say something wrong? Was I going to fast again? Oh, why is it always me?' He looks down in a hurry and pauses for a moment. My mum and I look at each other, totally flabbergasted. Then he looks up and continues his story.
'We thaught that you knew about magic since your husband was a wizard, Mrs. Grandsell. But I guess Rory didn't want to tell you until he was certain that Mischa was magical. Sadly, before he could tell you, he-'
When Sofie walks in the room, he stops talking and his face changes. I can clearly see that he's confused.'-died.' I look over to Sofie and she's clearly confused too.
After that weird moment everyone went silent. I think my mum lost her patience and decided to start talking. 'Sofie, do you know this man?'
'W-well.' She says nervously.
'He's a teacher at my school in Scotland, and if I may ask; what are you doing here, professor?'
'Professor McGonagall said that I had to inform this family that little Misha here is magical, like I said earlier a wizard, just like her dad.' The professor answers.
'Magical?' My mum and I both say.
'Let me show you.' He pulls out a stick, wich appears to be a wand and points it to our fireplace. 'Incendio' He gently says while flicking his wand. A small beam of fire comes out of the tip of the wand and the wood in the fireplace lights up.
My mum and I look at each other. Both flabbergasted. 'Sofie' Professor Longbottom suddenly says 'Can you show me what you learned last year?'
'Of course I can.' She takes her wand out. And points it at the first book she sees.
'Wingardium Leviosa.' The books levitates in the air.
'You've got to be kidding me,is this some kind of trick?' I say.
'No, it's real. Check it.' While the professor says that I go up to the book and put my hand under and on top of is to see if there's any strings attached.
'How's that possible?'
'Magic.' Sofie says while smiling at me.
'So, you're a witch?'
'A darn good one.' Professor Longbottom says before Sofie can answer. 'Normally students aren't aloud to do magic outside of school, but because I'm here, she can.'
'I never told you because I wasn't aloud to. I thought you weren't magical. You should go to Hogwarts with me. It's a really good school.'
'And what it's name again?' My mum asks carefully.
With a smile on his face he says; 'Oh! I knew I forgot something.' He gives a letter to my mum. When he sees that my mum is reading the name he says with a proud tone in his voice: 'Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.'
'Mischa, you should go! It's a really good school to learn more about magic and how to use it.
'Sofie's right ma'am. I went there when I was younger and they really help your child to develop their magic abilities.'
I see my mum watching professor Longbottom's every step. But I don't see any disbelief. I think the professor saw that she was struggling with some things.
'Our students have to stay at school during the school year but, if they or their parents want to, they can go home every vacation.'
'I-I don't know what to say. What do you think, Mischa. Do you want to go? Do you balieve all this?' She says while turning her head towards me.
'Yes. We saw it with our own eyes. I want to go.' I say with a lot of enthusiasm in my voice. 'I really do. But what if I'm really bad at using magic?'
'Then I will personally help you.'
'Will you, professor?'
He nods.
'And if that doesn't work, I'll help you.' Says Sofie with a big smile on her face.
And without hesitation I nod and look over to my mum, who's smiling too.
'Okay, I'll tell you what you need to buy for your studies.' Says the professor. He gives a list to my mum who's looking weirdly at the paper. Professor Longbottom laughs a little bit and continues with his explanation.
'You can buy all this stuff in Diagon Alley, the best shopping street for wizards and witches in England.'
'Diagon Alley?' My mum and I say.
'Oh yeah, I forgot, your mum's a muggle.'
'Muggle?' My mum takes a step foward, her face clearly showing that she's offended.
'No, I didn't mean it like that, muggles are non-magical people. I'm sorry if I offended you, Ma'am.' He quickly says. 'You know what, I'll come back tomorrow and I'll bring you to Diagon Alley, help you buy your things and I could introduce you to some friends of mine who run a shop there, George and Ron Weasley.'
Sofie starts jumping up and down whe she hears the name.
'The Weasleys? They're legends! Is there any chance that Harry or Hermione will be there? Merlin's beard! Why didn't you say that you know them, professor?'
'Well, Sofie, I was in the same year with them and same house. And, I'd like to keep my personal life private, you see?'
Sofie nods, still excited. Who were those Weasleys? And who were Harry and Hermione? Maybe I'll just give up on asking.
'I think it'd good that you come by tomorrow to show Diagon Alley. And if those Weasleys are such legends, I'd like to meet them.' My mother says, picking up the conversation where Sofie interrupted it. She nods at me. 'Can you come at 11 am?'
Professor Longbottom nods and stands up.
'I'm positive that Sofie will tell you about Hogwarts and its rules and everything so I'll go and I'll see you tomorrow. Thank you or the tea, ma'am. And it was nice to meet you.' He says while smiling at me. He shakes everybody's hands and disappears.
The following hours Sofie was at my house she told everything I needed to know about Hogwarts and its staff. She's talking about the Hogwarts Houses.
'You have four different houses in Hogwarts, you get sorted in the house that fits the best with how you are as a person. For example: Gryffindor values bravery, chivalry and courage, Ravenclaw values intelligence, creativity and wit, Hufflepuff values loyalty, fair play and hard work and Slytherin values ambition, cunning and vanity. I'm in Ravenclaw.' She says.
I have no Idea in wich house I'll be sorted in. I never really had friends in elementary school. I was the outcast who was sitting on a bench reading a book or just staring at other groups of 'best friends'. I focussed on my studies and art there. I don't think I'm intelligent enough to keep up with the Ravenclaws as I hear Sofie talking about them. I'm kind of freaking out right now. But I'm trying not to think about it.
'Then you have me and my friends. They're really fun. You have Kara, my best friend, is really nice and really ambitious. She's a Slytherin. Then you have Penelope, she's really funny and loves to make jokes. Then you have Mathias and Gwain. They're best friends. Mathias is, just like me, in Ravenclaw and Gwain in Gryffindor. They both play Quiddtich.'
'Quiddtich?' I ask.
'Quiddtich is a sport in the magical world. You'll see. The Hogwarts houses each have their own teams. They occasionally play and at the end of the year they can win the house cup, if they were the best. It's pretty fun. But first years aren't aloud to play but there were exceptions.'
'Oh.' I got it. I still didn't know how it looked, but I'll take her word for it that it's fun. 'When do those exceptions take place?'
'When the person is really good.'
'Really good? Wow. That's not going to happen with me.' We both laugh.
We kept talking about Hogwarts until Sofie had to go home.
'I'll see you tomorrow?'
'Yes. Bye.'
She gives me a big hug. 'I'm happy that you're coming to Hogwarts.' She says.
I smile and she goes home.
'Goodnight Mischa.' My mum says when I'm going to bed. She goes to her room but comes back quickly.
'Are you sure you want to go?' She asks. 'I mean, it's so far from home, all the way up in Scotland.'
'Yes. I'm sure.'
My mum nods and smiles.
'Oh mum?'
'I'll miss you too.'
She comes up to me gives me a hug and goes away. I am going to miss her, I'm really going to miss her. But maybe I found a place what can make me feel that I'm home.
'I've got a pocket, got a pocket full of sunshine, I got a love I know that is all mine. Oh O oh. Do what you want but you're never gonna break me. Sticks and stones they're never gonna shake me. Oh O oh. Take me awa-' I quickly stop my radio.
'How old is that song? Like ten years? And they're still playing it.' I mumble while getting out of my bed.
Sofie loves that song. It's a catchy song, but I'd rather listen to Paramore, Train or Maroon 5.
At that moment my mum shouts from the kitchen: 'Mischa it's 10 o'clock, Sofie can be here any moment. Get dressed!'
I get dressed and go downstairs.
'Are you going to wear that?' My mum says when she sees what I'm wearing.
'What's wrong with my jeans?
'There's paint on it. Go put on a skirt or something.'
'Ugh. Okay.'
I go back to my room and put on my skirt with flowers on. When I go back downstairs I see that Sofie's already here.
'Now happy, mum?'
'Wow, I didn't know you had a skirt, Mischa.' Sofie jokes. 'I like it.'
'Hello Mischa. How are you?' Sofie's dad says.
'I'm fine… Are you-'
'No, my wife is a witch.' He smiles and looks over to his wife, Lavender Brown, who's drinking tea and talking about Hogwarts with my mum.
'She's been trough a lot there. She fought in the second wizarding war.' He says. 'Almost died. Got bitten by a werewolf, that's how she got the scar.'
He points at her neck.
'But the evil wizard from back then- What was his name again?' He turns to his wife and says: 'Sweetie, what was his name again? That evil wizard, Voldeer?'
'Voldemort, John. You're not scaring her, eh?'
'No, I'm just telling her about your time at Hogwarts.' She smiles and turns back at my mum.
'So that Voldemort's dead. No need to be worried' He winks and goes to my mum and Lavender.
'That's right. I wanted to tell you about the wizarding wars.' Sofie says. 'There was a wizard who hated wizards and witches who were Muggleborn, wizards or witches whose parents are both muggles, he wanted them all locked up. But there was a group of wizards and witches that were against him and fought him. They were called "The Order of the Phoenix". One day a prophecy was made about the outcome of the war. A boy would be born that had the power of defeating Voldemort. He would be born end of July, begin August. There were two boys born then. Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom.'
'Professor Longbottom?'
'Don't shush me!'
She shoots me a glare and continues: 'Yes professor Longbottom. But Voldemort thought that Harry was the one the prophecy was talking about. Harry and his parents had to go under protection. But their secret keeper ratted them out. Voldemort went to the Potters and killed Harry's parents. But when he wanted to kill Harry, his spell hit himself and he died. But fourteen years later he rose again. Then three years later, the big fight in Hogwarts happened. My mum fought in the war, like my dad said, as a brave Gryffindor. It was a big fight. Everybody was fighting and-'
'We lost a lot of people.' Sofie and I look up and we see professor Longbottom standing there. 'Are you telling the story again?'
He laughs and shakes his head. 'Voldemort gave Harry a chance to surrender, sacrifice himself, for us. He took it. Voldemort thought he killed him. But he didn't. Harry woke up and the fight began. Again. A few minutes later, I killed Voldemort'snake wich apparently had a part of Voldemort's soul in it. So when that part of his soul was dead, Harry killed Voldemort.' The professor continues repeatedly looking at Lavender and another woman standing in the living room.
'If there would be another war, would you do it all over again? Protecting your friends, fighting for life or dead.' I ask.
A short and determined answer follows; 'Yes.'
'And why do you want me to meet the Weasleys?'
'The Weasleys lost a member of their family. I want you to meet George because your father was a good friend of his. A family friend. And you look just like him, like your dad.'
The woman standing next to the professor puts her arm around him.
The woman, with blonde-brown hair suddenly says: 'I'm Hannah Abbott. Neville's fiancée.'
We shake hands while I keep staring at him.
'I almost died, would you cry like this if I did?' Lavender says when she walks in the living room with John.
'Of course, my darling.' He winks playfully and they laugh.
'Where you in the same year at Hogwarts?'
'Yes, we were. Same year, same house.' Lavender answers me.
'But we weren't as good as friends before the war.'
They both smile at me.
'Shall we go then?' Sofie asks impatiently.
'Okay. Mischa and Mrs. Grand-'
'Please, if I can call you Neville, you can call me Lauren.'
'Mischa and M-Lauren. Grab my arm please. Hannah, are you going to go by yourself or-.'
'I'll go with you.'
My mum, Hannah and I grab his arm and we apparate from our Southgate house to a small café.
The Leaky Cauldron.
Author's note: This is a Doctor Who/Sarah Connor Chronicles crossover. No spoilers for either show. Written by digitalfare.
"So where are we going this time, Doctor?" Amy said as she turned a dial on the TARDIS console.
"Oh, I'd like to visit someone, if you don't mind." The Doctor pulled a lever and pressed two buttons that were blinking. He stared at them and then narrowed his eyes when they stayed lit.
"Is it a friend of yours?" Rory asked.
"Might be, dunno." The Doctor spun on his heel and checked the monitor. He adjusted the knobs. "I haven't met him yet."
"…Okay," Amy said. "So who is he?"
"John Connor. Lovely young man, but under a lot of pressure." The Doctor typed on the keyboard and the TARDIS made its whooshing sound.
Rory grabbed a handle on the console and Amy leaned with the TARDIS as it tilted and sped through time.
Lights flashed in the control room as the ship stopped spinning and landed. The Doctor ran a hand through his hair and tapped the monitor. "Outside Los Angeles, America, Earth. The year 2027." He patted the console with his hand. "Exactly where we wanted to go. Thanks, dear."
"You said we're on Earth?" Amy walked down the steps toward the TARDIS doors.
The Doctor rushed ahead of her and blocked the door. "No, no, no. Wait. It isn't safe."
Rory shrugged. "What do you mean? You said 2027. That isn't too far ahead of our time."
"Not too far ahead, but far enough. And this is America. There's a war going on that ends before it reaches Europe, but it's still dangerous. We're not going to rush out."
Amy leaned close to the Doctor. "Doctor? What's out there?"
The Doctor motioned with his hands for Rory and Amy to step back from the doors. "Where I've taken you in the future, it's past the problems here. Rough time right now." He rubbed his thumb against the other fingers on his hand, thinking. "We're going to need a code."
"A code?" Rory asked.
"Yes. Might get tricky out there. We need a way to know we're really ourselves. Something only we'll know about."
"Fish fingers and custard?" Amy offered.
"Fish fingers and custard," the Doctor repeated. He snapped his fingers and pointed at her. "Good, that's good. If one of us seems…not ourselves—mention fish fingers and custard. Any confusion and we'll know something went wrong."
Rory shook his head. "What will go wrong? Doctor, I don't understand what you're saying."
"Yeah, Doctor. Explain," Amy added.
The Doctor took a deep breath. "It's easier if I show you. But remember, fish fingers and custard. And promise me you'll be careful. Very careful here." He nodded to them and opened the TARDIS doors.
The Doctor, Rory, and Amy took a few steps out of the TARDIS. The Doctor looked up at the dark, smoggy sky. He could smell fires burning and saw patches of flames on the landscape. The ground was shades of black and gray. Ash, dirt, and debris surrounded them. Twisted, blackened metal piled up in mounds around them. Far off in the distance, the Doctor heard dogs barking.
"Stay close, you two," he whispered. The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver and flicked his wrist. The screwdriver beeped and the Doctor looked around at Amy and Rory. "Very close." He adjusted a setting on the screwdriver and the TARDIS shimmered and then disappeared. "We don't need to draw attention to ourselves. Let's see if we can get inside."
Amy looked around and wrinkled her nose. "Inside where?"
The Doctor nodded his head and took the lead. "There's a hidden entrance up here, I think. Come along."
Rory glanced at Amy and then they followed the Doctor.
The Doctor looked up in the sky and saw a plane zoom over them. He saw flashes of light farther away. Probably more aircraft. He took his sonic screwdriver out again and checked it. "Yes, here." They reached what looked like a rock formation. The Doctor bent down and pushed a tarp aside. He pulled up a door and walked down the steps. Amy and Rory followed.
They walked together down a tunnel, a path that slanted down and east, from what the Doctor could tell. When they could see light at the end of the tunnel, the Doctor slowed his steps. They crept quietly towards the opening.
The Doctor walked out onto the landing and looked down. There was a large opening beneath them, a pit. Humans walked back and forth, talking to each other and working. Some were packing supplies into boxes. Others were checking guns and restocking the ammo in their packs.
The Doctor led Amy and Rory down another small tunnel.
"What is this place?" Amy muttered.
"Umm, Doctor," Rory whispered. "What are those red lights ahead?"
The Doctor looked into the dim space and saw two small red lights. As they got closer, the Doctor realized the red circles were slightly above his eye level. Red eyes. He held up his hands immediately, palms open. "Uh, hello there?"
A metal figure moved out of the darkness and stepped toward them. It had a shining silver skeleton and held a large gun in its hands, pointed at the Doctor's chest.
"I'm unarmed," the Doctor said. "We mean you no harm."
The figure took a step closer, keeping the gun pointed at the Doctor.
"On whose side do you fight?" The Doctor asked.
"The Human Resistance." The robot's voice sounded male, but it was tinny and monotone. Its metal jaw moved in time with its words, but the mouth looked so unnatural.
"And who leads the Human Resistance?"
"John Connor."
"Ah, good. We're here to see him." He glanced back to smile at Amy and Rory.
"No one sees John Connor." The robot's response came immediately.
The Doctor turned back to the robot. "But we have a message for him. Is there a way we can deliver the message?" The Doctor kept his arms raised.
The robot took a step back and lowered the gun. "Wait here."
It turned and walked away, each step precise. The movements were fluid but too exact to look natural. The Doctor could hear the machinery move and the gears turn that allowed the robot to walk.
When the robot was out of sight, Amy whispered, "Doctor, what is all this?"
"The future," the Doctor said in a low voice. "Or at least, this will be the future if things progress the way they're supposed to."
A moment later, another figure walked toward them. It was a young woman, but her body had the same combination of fluidity and unnatural exactness as the robot they spoke to.
The young woman stopped in front of the Doctor. "Are you the one who wants to speak to John Connor?"
"Yes," the Doctor nodded. "Me and my two friends here."
The woman looked over at Rory and Amy. Her face showed no emotion. She looked back at the Doctor. "If you have a message for John Connor, you can give it to me and I will deliver it." Her voice was soft and certainly sounded human. Not at all like the metallic voice they heard from the first robot.
"I understand you can do that, but I'd really like to meet him if you don't mind. Sorry, do you have a name?"
"Cameron. Thank you. Is there any way we can see John?"
Cameron's eyes fluttered for a second. "One moment." She stared down at the floor, as if she were listening to something. She lifted her eyes. "John says he will see you." Her voice carried a hint of surprise, and then she turned away from them. "Follow me."
The Doctor waved to Amy and Rory and walked after Cameron. Rory took a few extra steps to catch up to the Doctor and whispered, "Why does she move like that?"
The Doctor whispered back, "I believe she's a cyborg."
"A what?"
The Doctor cleared his throat to cover Rory's reaction. Rory shook his head and walked back with Amy.
They walked into a large room. Lights hung freely from the ceiling. Blankets spread out along the walls, except the far wall that held a bank of monitors. A man sat in a chair in front of the screens.
The Doctor moved to meet the man, but Cameron held him back. "One moment." She picked up a black device and scanned over his body, like a metal detector in an airport. The Doctor chuckled. A Metal Detector.
Cameron moved the scanner over Amy and Rory and then announced, "Three humans." She put the scanner back on a table. "You may move forward now."
The man in the chair stood up and walked toward the group. The uneven lighting fell across his face, revealing a scruffy beard and gray eyes with dark circles under them. He stood about six feet tall with a thin but strong build. His medium brown hair was cut short. He was wearing a tattered gray shirt and ripped jeans.
The Doctor smiled. "Are you John Connor?"
The man nodded. "You could have told Cameron it was you." His voice was deep and quiet, a raspy quality in it.
The Doctor leaned forward. "Sorry, do you know who I am?"
John nodded. "Yes, we've met. But you told me this would be out of order." He held out his hand and smiled. "Hi, I'm John Connor."
The Doctor shook John's hand and stared at him. "Hi John, I'm the Doctor. It's an honor to meet you. Umm, how do you know me?" The Doctor glanced around as he spoke, his eyes glancing at the monitors.
John pointed to one of the screens behind him. "The blue box."
The Doctor saw the TARDIS on one of the screens and then looked back at John. "Huh."
"You, well Future You, I guess, visited me a few years ago. You told me that I would see you again but you wouldn't know me. He said to watch for the blue box."
"Your past, my future."
"Yes." John lifted his eyes. "Who are your friends?"
"I'm sorry." The Doctor motioned for Rory and Amy to come closer. "Rory, Amy, this is John Connor."
"Hello." Amy smiled and shook John's hand.
Rory nodded to John.
John looked back at the Doctor. "You said you have a message for me?"
"Well, message. House call. I wanted to check in." He walked past John and looked up at the monitors. The Doctor looked down at the console. He pulled pair of glasses from his pocket and passed the sonic screwdriver over the keyboard.
John moved next to him. "Hey, what are you doing?"
"Checking your logs. History. I need to find out if this world is where it's supposed to be."
"On the timeline, you mean."
The Doctor poked a few keys and then looked up. "Yes, exactly."
John reached over the Doctor's hands and pressed two keys. The center screen blinked and then displayed a horizontal line with years marked along it. Lines of text slanted upwards and downwards from the line. "This is the history I keep. It's a little complicated because of what's happening in the past, but it should tell you what you need to know." John turned and leaned against the console. He looked at Rory and Amy but still spoke to the Doctor. "Last time you were here, you came alone."
"Oh?" The Doctor was reading the timeline, scrolling through the years. "Sometimes I travel alone. Or I'll just take a trip on my own."
"You gave me a message when I first met you. I'm supposed to tell you now, the second time I see you."
The Doctor turned away from the screen. "Now that's interesting. What was the message?"
"Do not interfere."
The Doctor shook his head. "That was it? Do not interfere with what?"
John shrugged. "That's all you told me. You said it'd be enough."
The Doctor looked away from the screen, down to the floor. "Oh." He looked up at John and flashed a smile. "Alright then." The Doctor walked past John. "Amy, Rory, we have to leave." He took Amy's hand as he passed her. "Back to the TARDIS, come on."
"Doctor, wait." Amy tugged on his arm. "Is something wrong?"
Rory walked on the other side of the Doctor. "What's happened?"
"Ah…" The Doctor turned on his heel. "I imagine something is wrong, yes. Or will be." He looked around the room again and shook his head. "And apparently I'm not supposed to do anything about it, so we have to go." The Doctor saw Cameron off to the side staring at them. Her head tilted slightly to the side and she wasn't blinking. John hadn't moved but he was watching them too. The Doctor groaned. "Ohhhhh! Yes, have to go or else…" He tugged on Amy's hand again. "Or else I'll notice something." He stole a glance back at Cameron. "I'll notice something that isn't right. Ahhh…" The Doctor let go of Amy's hand and ran his fingers through his hair. He fiddled with his bow tie. "Because I always notice, don't I? I always have to find the thing that doesn't make sense." He walked around in a tight circle. He looked at John again. "But I'm not supposed to interfere." He looked at Cameron. He moved in front of her and smiled. "So Cameron, how are you?"
Cameron straightened her posture and then replied. "Fine, thank you. How are you?"
"Good, thanks." The Doctor turned his head. "John, do you ever run tests with her? Diagnostics?"
John walked over to them. "You know what she is then?"
"I do, yes." The Doctor pulled the sonic screwdriver out of his coat pocket. He flicked his wrist and the tip of the screwdriver glowed green.
"Cameron can self-repair, but yes, I run tests to make sure everything's okay."
The Doctor waved the screwdriver over Cameron from head to toe. Her eyes followed the glowing light. "And all circuits firing?"
"Yeah, everything's fine."
"Right, okay." The Doctor put the sonic screwdriver away and patted John on the shoulder. "Right." The Doctor looked at John for a moment. "Hmm." Then he turned back to Amy and Rory. "We're off then. John, I'll see you again but not the other way around."
The Doctor closed the TARDIS doors and stepped up to the console. He flicked switches and typed on the keyboard.
"Doctor, what was that about?" Amy asked.
The Doctor shrugged. "I'm not supposed to interfere, so we're leaving. Good thing they're aren't crying children around, hey?" He forced a smile and spun around the console.
"What about the girl?" Rory asked. "Er, the cyborg. If she's alright, then that isn't what you noticed."
The Doctor snapped his fingers and smiled at Rory. "Good, that's right." He set coordinates on the control panel and then plopped onto the bench seat. He crossed one leg over the opposite knee. "It wasn't Cameron. It was John." The Doctor raised his eyebrows. "Cyborg John. Isn't that clever?"
Amy shook her head. "You mean he wasn't human either?"
The Doctor shook his head. "Cyborg. Very advanced type. I'm assuming one of the shape-shifters. Passed for human until I touched him. Body temperature was off and his shoulder felt too dense to be human."
Rory scrunched his forehead. "Why would he build a cyborg to look like him?"
"Oh, I think it's brilliant." The Doctor stood up and walked back to the console. He pulled a lever. "Fighting cyborgs with cyborgs. The real John is building up his defenses. Must mean things are getting difficult. And tricky. Hmm."
"Well, that's what they said," Amy added. "No one sees John Connor."
"Yes, well." The Doctor flipped a switch and the TARDIS spun faster. "I'm sorry we didn't get to meet the real John Connor. I hope he's okay, wherever he is."
Trigger warning for mentions of suicide, child death and mental illness.
One day, my little sister was teaching her Barbie dolls to swim in the bathroom sink.
The next, she was under a hospital sheet.
Dead. Expired. Shuffled off her mortal coil.
The day after the funeral (it rained) I went into her room and put some of her stuff in a box to remember her by. Some beads off a broken bracelet, some sparkly hair clips, her favourite turquoise nail polish (she stole it from me) and some sea shells. I slept with it in my arms that night, pretending she was still alive and we were sharing a bed like we used to when we were little. But the stuff in the box turned sour and putrid, a pretty little reminder that she was never coming back.
I lit a fire in the field with the apple tree and threw in the little wooden box. I watched the smoke trail off into the sky and wondered if she could see it from heaven. Then I realized that I didn't believe in that shit anymore.
My mother, haunted by the images of a six year old lying face down on the road (no blood on her, all the damage was inside) swallowed a handful of pills and floated off to the great beyond. The funeral was on my 12th birthday. Nobody remembered. My little brother held my hand and squeezed it when they put our mum in the ground. Neither of us cried. To us, she had died the day our sister did. Our bouncy, funny, cheery mother who sang as she watched the dishes and couldn't cook had been transformed into a silent creature, with lank hair and cold eyes who slept all day.
A soft metallic purr alerted Peeta to the fact he was regaining consciousness. He did not open his eyes immediately he just listened relaxing under the noise's calming influence, slowly letting his thoughts return to his sleep addled brain.
When his had gained enough consciousness for his memories to begin to return Peeta grew weary and frightened, he remembered what the mechanical purring implied. A clink of equipment close to his head confirmed his suspicions, and Peeta's brain froze on the one thought danger.
It had been a week since Katniss had been rescued from the hunger games and he'd been taken prisoner by the Capitol. A long and almost unbearable week of interrogation, humiliation and pain. However this was not what frightened Peeta, he had coped with the pain this long. What frightened him was that he might not be able to hold on much longer. He felt like the Capitol were going easy on him, he was sure if they really wanted to break him they had more efficient ways of it, this was just a test, of what he didn't know.
It all felt like a waste however, as soon as the pain got bad enough Peeta knew he wouldn't be able to keep his resolve. No matter how hard he focused his consciousness on not giving in, when they finally hurt him enough for him to forget everything but the pain Peeta was sure he'd give in. He knew that once his subconscious human instinct kicked in there was no hope of his resistance.
He felt glad that he knew nothing that he could give away. He couldn't hurt the rebellion he'd only aid the Capitol by being their poster boy and he knew the boy with the bread was nothing compared to the girl on fire.
He peeled open his eyes letting his vision flood with light so bright it blinded him. As his vision grew accustomed to the light his pulse began to quicken.
The room was a crude copy of a hospital operating theatre, over his head bright floodlights shone down warming his skin and exposing him to those surrounding. The bed he was on was a thin grey plastic mattress atop a metal trolley, next to it was another smaller trolley on which sat a metal dish with a which usually held a array of scalpels, surgical clamps, but today only held one syringe filled with a glowing amber substance.
Peeta wore nothing he lay helpless and naked at the mercy of the people who peered over their face masks at her. His hair was gone, hastily shaved so only bristles touched the bed beneath his head. Admittedly Peeta had not managed to grow much hair since his last trip to this room so it was not a great loss, but it still hurt him deeply as, it symbolised he had no identity any more he was a puppet of the Capitol. His arms, waist and ankles were strapped down so tightly to the bed he was unable to do anything but lift millimetres away and it took a lot pain and struggling on his behalf to do that. He was stuck, yet again a play thing of the Capitol.
From somewhere behind his head he heard a murmured conversation, he could hear a lot of what they were saying but he managed to distinguish "Katniss" and "… tracker jacker venom" from the whispers. This scared him then, the thought of Katniss being in danger was far worse than the idea of his pain. He hoped one day he'd find out she was safe but until that day came he knew he would assume the worst every time he thought of her. Even if the rebels won the brewing war, he knew the Capitol would not stand by and let Katniss survive when she symbolised so much in the districts.
A man in surgical overalls and covered face stepped up to him and picked up the syringe causing a metallic chink to echo round the room. Peeta gasped as a sharp sensation in his right forearm told him the liquid was entering his system. He could feel the chill of the liquid as his pulse transported the liquid around his body and to his heart.
His heart grew cold on his vision began to blacken around the edges, he tried to fight it but it was too strong and he felt himself falling asleep.
A thought occurred to Peeta during his last moments of consciousness, what is if it isn't a liquid that causes pain, what if it's a lethal injection. Fearing the worst he tried to speak, but his mouth was too sleepy to form the words properly, he only managed to slur out "is sheee afeee" before he lost consciousness.
Peeta's lay against something cold and very solid, the whole of the right side of his face numb from the exposed contact with it. He stretched out his arms and legs and was surprised to find a burning pain in his right thigh.
He looked down at his thigh and saw that it was wrapped in a bandage but the ribbons of infection, blood poisoning, had crawled out from underneath and covered most of his leg in a ugly red.
Slowly he began to remember what had happened the night before, Caesar Flickerman's invitation to the feast, the promise of medicine and Katniss drugging him to save him. "Katniss" the whisper escaped Peeta's mouth before he could stop it. He pushed his torso up and looked around for her.
She lay next to the entrance of the cave, water droplets dripping down onto her still body from outside, motionless. Peeta hauled himself over to her and shock her trying to wake her. "Katniss, wake up." He shook her harder but she gave no response. "Wake up! Wake up!" he tried slapping her face to see if she'd wake up that way, but still she gave no response. That's when he saw the blood.
There was a bloodied dent on her right temple, it was only small but there was a lot of blood crusted around the blood. She must have been attacked when she was at the feast but managed to get back here to him, where she'd passed out.
"Kat-" Peeta's voice broke this time as he reached round to her neck to find a pulse. He began to gasp uncontrollably as the seconds ticked by and still he found no pulse.
He began to sob, so hard he began to hiccup and became light headed from the lack of oxygen. He lifted her lifeless body to him and began to rock with at it his tears mixing with her blood.
A scuffling toward the cave's entrance caught his attention after about 10 minutes of this and he watched as a figure in a coat so large he was indistinguishable entered the cave. The man straightened and looked down at Peeta, "It's no use Peeta, she's gone." As the man said this he pulled down his hood revealing the silver white hair and puffy red lips of President Snow.
Peeta was too numb to react he just stared blankly at Snow as he was addressed. "The cannon is about to fire, but I've managed to convince the game makers to hold off until I've finished talking to you. They're currently filming some fight with the other tributes to fill the time."
"I'm here to tell you why Katniss Everdeen died Peeta, and the public cannot know. She died because of you; you gave her the idea of rebellion Peeta, up on the roof of the training centre. We had you bugged, what was it you said "you wanted to die as you? You didn't want to be a piece in the games? Yes that was it, well because of you Katniss openly revolted against the Capitol when her friend Rue died. She disobeyed us in order to try and give Rue a special send off. It's a shame really she might have won if it wasn't for that one mistake. We couldn't allow her to go around challenging our authority especially with that performance in training. No, we had to arrange an accident for her, so she tripped on a loose rock on her way back here, and here she is, dead."
"Katniss," Peeta murmured smoothing back her hair, "She did that b-because of me? It's my f-fault." He broke down into tears again and clutched her tighter.
"Peeta, I'm here to make a deal with you, you might have involuntarily killed Katniss, but you can still protect what she loves. If you don't co-operate with the Capitol's wishes from now on we'll have to arrange an accident for her little sister, the one Katniss loved so much. You wouldn't want that would you Peeta?"
Peeta shook his head a little, still avoiding eye contact. "I'll do whatever you want, just so long a Prim remains unarmed, I'm yours."
"Excellent" replied Snow and with that he turned and left. Peeta jumped as the sound of the cannon to signal Katniss' death erupted overhead.
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James ran up the stairs to the roof of the apartment building, where he knew he would whip the door open to find Isabele sitting in her purple lawn chair, eating a chocolate brownie with tears in her eyes. He silently prayed that he would find her otherwise occupied, but that was not the case. He found her in her normal seat, eating a double chocolate brownie and tears were streaming down her face. Upon hearing the door open, Isabele looked over at James and whispered, "Jamie…"
James rushed over to where Isabele was seated and wrapped her in his arms. "I know, Bele. I know." He helped Isabele off her seat to hold her even more tightly. There was nothing that could tear him away from Isabele at this moment. After a half an hour (by James' estimation), he spoke again, saying "It'll be okay. I promise."
"How could this happen? I don't understand…daddy…" Isabele managed to squeak between sobs. "I don't understand…"
"It'll be okay. I promise, Bele." James kept his arms tightly around Isabele.
And for what seemed like an eternity, Isabele stayed huddled in James' arms. When Isabele could finally straighten herself up, James wiped the tears from her eyes, asking "Bele, what happened? All I know is what I caught on the phone, which was Dad and dead. That's all I could make out. What happened?"
Isabele looked at James, replying, "Dad was driving home from work when some idiot jumped the median. He died upon impact. That's what the police say. What am I going to do, Jamie? Both of my parents are gone now. I have no family. I'm alone in the world."
"Bele, you are not alone. I never want to hear you say that again. I'll be here with you forever. Do you hear me, Bele? I'll always be here for you. You'll move in with me. I already cleared it with my parents. We'll help you move all your stuff. You can move into the guest room. We'll turn it into your bedroom." James brushed her hair out of her face. "My parents have invited you. They love you."
Isabele smiled slightly at the offer, "I can't do that. I wouldn't want to impose on your parents." She readjusted so that she was laying down with her head resting in James' lap.
"My parents insist. They won't take no for an answer. They've already began shopping for your room." James stroked her hair, "you need somewhere safe to go and I don't want you moving away and ending up in the system. I don't want that for you and neither would your dad. I want you to move in with me so that you'll never be too far." James looked down at the girl—the young woman—who sat weeping in his lap, his best friend in the world and the best friend he could imagine having. He couldn't imagine the pain that would ensue if she moved away. The thought almost brought tears to his eyes. James knew he could not cry, not now at least; Isabele needed him to be here for her.
"Whenever I need you, you show up, no matter where I am. You always have . You are the best friend a girl could ask for and I love you for that. Can I crash at your place for a while? Too many memories at my place right now. I don't think I could take it and stay sane. I just need to be around you right now." Isabele looked up and entwined her fingers with James'.
"You can stay with me for as long as you need to. Hell, you can stay with me forever. Whatever you need. You know you just have to ask." James looked at their hands intertwined, thinking about how much he wanted her to be with him forever and feeling his heart sink at the thought that eventually, she would find someone to hold her heart.


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it feels really important to note that i've listened to this an inordinate number of times
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COPD Health Center
Lung Surgery Eases Emphysema Symptoms
March 25, 2003 -- A surgical procedure that gives the lungs of emphysema patients more room to breathe may provide lasting benefits for people with the most severe form of the disease. New research shows that the procedure, known as lung volume reduction surgery (LVRS), can significantly improve the overall health and quality of life for these patients for as long as five years following the procedure.
The study appears in the March issue of The Journal of Thoracic and Cardiovascular Surgery.
Emphysema is most commonly caused by smoking and is one of the leading causes of disability in the U.S. It's a chronic disease in which tiny air sacs in the lungs become stretched and enlarged, so they are less able to supply oxygen to the blood. The lungs become larger than normal and air is trapped in spaces, making breathing more difficult.
Until recently, a lung transplant was the only treatment option for people with advanced forms of the rapidly progressing disease. Since lung volume reduction surgery was introduced about 20 years ago, it has become a popular treatment alternative for people with the most severe forms of emphysema. But since these are also the sickest patients, LVRS also comes with significant risks.
Lung volume reduction surgery involves removal the most diseased parts of the lung to give the lungs more room to expand and allow normal breathing.
"This procedure is not a cure for emphysema," says researcher Joel D. Cooper, MD, head of the division of cardiothoracic surgery at the Washington University School of Medicine in St. Louis, in a news release. "No matter how successful the operation, emphysema continues to degrade the lungs and progressively impairs breathing. However, our results confirm that LVRS can in fact extend patients' lives and allow them to continue participating in normal activities of daily living."
In the study, researchers followed the first 250 patients to receive lung volume reduction surgery between January 1993 and June 2000 at Barnes-Jewish Hospital in St. Louis for an average of almost five years.
At the end of the follow-up period, more than 60% of the 250 patients were still alive and only 18 required a lung transplant following LVRS. Researchers say that without the surgery, about half of these patients would have died within three years.
The study showed the patients still had measurable improvements in lung function five years after lung volume reduction surgery. Nearly 80% of the people in the study said their overall quality of life was still better five years later compared with before the surgery.
But the researchers admit that lung volume reduction surgery isn't for everyone with emphysema. In fact, some studies have questioned the effectiveness of LVRS because of the significant risks associated with the procedure.
"We strongly believe that patient selection is one of the keys to success for this procedure," says Cooper.
In fact, all of the participants in this study were enrolled in a rehabilitation program for three months prior to LVRS to ensure they were as healthy as possible before the operation.


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John Valentine MacDonald (14 February 1880 – 17 August 1937) was a New Zealand-born Australian politician. Born in Opotiki in New Zealand, he was educated in the country before becoming a printer. He migrated to Australia in 1897, becoming a journalist and editor; he was editor of the Brisbane Standard in 1913. He was also a founding member of the Australian Journalists' Association. On 11 July 1922, he was appointed to the Australian Senate as a Labor Senator for Queensland, filling the casual vacancy caused by the death of Nationalist Senator John Adamson. He was defeated in the 1922 election, but was re-appointed on 1 August 1928 following the death of another Nationalist, Senator Thomas Givens. He was defeated again at the 1928 election. MacDonald was finally elected in his own right in the election of 1931, taking his place in the Senate in 1932. He died in 1937, necessitating the appointment of another (in this case, Labor's Benjamin Courtice) to fill his own casual vacancy.