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5 Surprising Ways Your Language Affects How You Think
Most linguists agree that, to some extent, the languages you speak play a role in shaping how you see the world. If you speak German, you might be a little more pragmatic; if you speak French, you might be just a touch more emotional; if you speak Klingon, you might be a bit of a virgin -- you see where we're going with this. But you might be surprised about the extent that your brain is wired differently depending on whether you think thoughts in Japanese, English, or Swahili. For example ...
#5. "Gendered" Languages Encourage Discrimination
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Speakers of English are often confounded by gender markers in foreign languages. In German, for example, there are three different words for "the" depending on whether the object in question is masculine ("der"), feminine ("die"), or neutral ("das"). For instance, in Germany all dogs are masculine and all cats are feminine. Don't ask us how the hell they keep making more dogs and cats.
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They're probably manufactured by Mercedes-Petz.
Now, you may not think that identifying all bridges as being female ("die brucke") would have any ramifications for ladies who speak German, but this is Cracked, and we pretty much only bring things up if you're wrong about them. It appears that bridges were designated female because they are things that people walk all over, and yes -- societies where gendered languages are spoken tend to be male-dominated. Not only that, the effect increases with the number of gender markers present in the language.
It's been posited that being forced to assign a gender to all objects gives more importance, in the mind of the speaker, to people's gender than if they were using neutral language. And the effect isn't negligible. In countries where the dominant language employs a sex-based system of gender identification, female participation in the work force drops by about 12 percent, whereas in countries where the language uses a non-sex-based gender system, female work force participation actually increases slightly, by about 3 percent.
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"Non-sex-based gender" instead discriminates against the poor, the elderly, the undead, etc.
So there you go: Want to boost the economy? Quit insisting that all bicycles are girls because you can ride them as much as you want and then leave them in the street.
#4. Thinking in a Foreign Language Forces You to Make Better Decisions
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Most of us don't think entirely in words. Thoughts tend to be a flurry of notions, images, and ideas that crackle their way across our synapses. For this reason, it's easy for our inner monologues to slip into irrational concepts, stereotypes, and MacGyver quotes (just us?). But University of Chicago researchers have found a simple antidote: If you're not sure if bias may be coloring an important decision you have to make -- say you can't decide between paying your rent this month or buying every single engine on Train Simulator -- making the most logical choice is easy. Just try thinking about it in a foreign language.
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It makes thinking so hard that you choose neither, saving maximum money.
In a series of studies, the researchers tested a bunch of English speakers who knew Japanese as a second language. They gave the participants an ethical puzzle: Say there was a disease that would kill 600,000 lives. Is it better to develop an antidote that would save a guaranteed 200,000 lives, or one that had a 1/3 chance of saving everybody but a 2/3 chance of doing nothing? Most people chose the first option -- there's less risk involved.
But then they were asked another question: Was it better to develop an antidote that would kill a guaranteed 400,000 people, or one that had a 2/3 chance of killing everyone but a 1/3 chance of killing nobody? In this case, most people chose the only logical option: Kill the Batman.
Wait, no -- they chose to save everybody.
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"Wait, what? Which one was that? Math is confusing."
If you stop and really think about it, those were both the exact same question. The difference was in the way they were framed -- instinctively, we're less inclined to take risks when it comes to saving people than when it comes to killing people. Emotion and instinct get in the way of thinking about the question rationally.
But then the researchers gave the problem a second time -- in Japanese. The result? The number of people who went for the "safe option" dropped to around 40 percent. Just because this time they had to think about it in a foreign language.
"Japanese? Cool. Fuck safety."
What researchers think is happening here is that translating your thought process into a second language basically forces you to rely on cold, analytical cognition rather than whiny, emotional cogitation. Well, either that, or there's some kind of code hidden in the Japanese language that nixes all emotional response. Probably not, but hey -- it would explain the robots.
#3. You're Born With Vocal Cues, and They Can Screw You Over Later in Life
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Babies may not be able to speak until they've been crawling around for a couple of years, but they begin learning well before that -- and not just how to strategically pee in your mouth during diaper changes. A study has shown that babies actually pick up their mother's speech patterns while they're still in the womb. How can we possibly know that? Because after they pop out, they cry with an accent.
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Baby on the left's all like "Waaah." Other two, they be all "Rwaaah!"
That sounds insane, but a 2009 study of 60 French and German infants revealed clearly different intonations in their cries -- the French babies, as you may expect, had a lilting, somewhat mincing cry, and the Germans had a harsh, barking cry (we are, of course, paraphrasing -- the actual study referred to French babies as "little weenies" and German babies as "tiny jerks.")
That's because every language has a unique set of intonations, called the prosody. The prosody of your language is so ingrained in you, even before birth, that it can actually make other languages more difficult to understand. Take sarcasm, for example. You probably know how to detect if a sentence is delivered in a sarcastic tone. In fact, you could hear a sentence composed of complete gibberish ("Erg, hooma doomada gurgen whacken berg spleez") delivered with a sarcastic intonation ("Yeah, the guy at the DMV was real considerate") and still easily spot the intent behind the statement: DMV clerks are dicks, even in Bizarro World.
And they don't even call it the "VMD." Real missed opportunity there, Bizarro World.
You'd think that you could listen to someone sarcastically ripping on your stupid ass in Cantonese, then, and still know you were being insulted, right? Well, as it turns out ... no, not at all. The results of a study of English and Cantonese speakers concluded that, while acoustic markers for sarcasm were remarkably consistent within each language, sarcasm sounds completely different in each one. See, the Chinese ladies at the nail salon aren't viciously mocking you at all. It just sounds like that.
Well, except for you, Sandra. They friggin' hate you.

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'Race to Nowhere' screening at UNC Asheville
Published: Friday, April 5, 2013 at 4:33 p.m.
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ASHEVILLE, N.C. – The documentary film "The Race to Nowhere: The Dark Side of America's Achievement Culture" will be screened at 7 p.m. Thursday in UNC Asheville's Highsmith University Union, room 143.
A panel discussion with educators, parents, students and the community members will follow.
Produced by self-described "concerned mother" Vicki Abeles, "The Race to Nowhere" takes aim at what she calls "the culture of hollow achievement and pressure to perform … destroying our children's love of learning and feeding an epidemic of unprepared, disengaged and unhealthy children."
The panel discussion will feature Jeanne McGlinn and Jerad Crave of UNC Asheville's department of education, Tom Trigg, head of Carolina Day School, and others.
The event is free and is co-sponsored by UNC Asheville's department of education and the university's office of teacher recruitment. Call 828-251-6304 or visit education.unca.edu for more information.
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I have a table with two columns: column A has dates, column B has data. I want to compute the average of the data in B that corresponds to only week (work) days. How can I write it as a formula?
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You can use the WEEKDAY functionality to determine the day of the week, and then compute the Average of all days that are not Sunday (1) or Saturday (7).
from: https://support.google.com/docs/bin/static.py?hl=en&topic=25273&page=table.cs&tab=1240285
The you would need a collection of SumIF statements for each week day 2-6, and a count of them to determine an average.


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My boiler is shutting down into lock out mode, but I don't know what's causing it?
It will start on reset but shut down after a few minutes, but as of now it wont kick on at all.
I checked the pilot and it is on and fine.
I would like to know if this type and model has a flash code to tell what's wrong.
By the vent there is some kind sensor/motor type setup that was making noise and now has stopped altogether.
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text: Peter, Agreed on all points. I've managed to get a user defined levenshtein distance (edit distance) function working under mysql. The source is here: http://empyrean.lib.ndsu.nodak.edu/~nem/mysql/udf/ It slows down logarithmically as the string length increases. 400 seems to be the optimal length for comparisons. I plan pre-process the source data in mysql before passing it to swish via prog as you described. Mark. On Tue, 2005-02-08 at 06:04 -0800, Peter Karman wrote: > > Mark Maunder wrote on 2/6/05 11:49 AM: > > > An interesting feature in swish might be to have a config option to > > remove duplicates while indexing. The implementation might calculate the > > levenshtein distance of each field added to every other field that has a > > set of predefined MetaNames equal. In other words, it only calculates > > the LD for all docs that have the same title and base url, for example. > > Then it only preserves the most recent document of the duplicates. > > That's an interesting theory to play with. I'll have to look into it more. Some > derivation might be useful for a ranking scheme. > > However, I think it's beyond the bounds of Swish-e's mission to include that > kind of feature on the indexing side. Swish-e does one thing well: index and > search files. The more features we add to it, the less likely it will be to do > its main job, quickly. Judging from the number of emails on this list about > folks using Swish-s to index million+ docs, I think it's already being stretched > beyond its original intentions. I'm waiting for the email that says, "I'm using > Swish-e to index a billion docs and my machine started dancing around on the > table and smoking like a chimney!" > > If you're using -S prog (which spider.pl does, IIRC), then that sounds like a > perfect candidate for a hook or callback to compare docs before passing on to > Swish-e to index. > > IMHO, Swish-e should handle whatever you hand to it, quickly, at least up to a > (as yet undefined?) scale. What you hand to it, using whatever algorithms you > might devise, can (and should?) vary in the application. > > >Received on Tue Feb 8 08:53:05 2005


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I have downloaded a set of premade styles (*.qml). Where do I have to store this files for usage?. I am using QGIS 1.7 for windows.
thank you!
thanks for answering, if found the following "solution": In the window "Layereigenschaften " (Layer-properties) click the button "Stil laden ..." (load style),now you can use this imported style. But I found no way to add these styles permanently to qgis-stylemanager
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There are extensive parking facilities at the airport. Blocks A, B, C and D of the covered short-term car parks are situated near the terminal; there is also an uncovered car park, which is connected to the main terminal building and the Pan Pacific Hotel by a courtesy shuttle service. For more information on parking call (03) 8776 8442.
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To the editor:
The United States is now more than $16 trillion (with a capital T) in debt. The government is still wanting to help other countries by giving them money. What money would that be exactly? The last time I checked debt meant no money to spare. Debt meant that you were living beyond your means. Debt meant that you have borrowed, not saved. Now, if I can understand what the term debt means, why doesn't our president or those in Washington. I know that it takes money to make money, but don't we owe China and others enough.
Put down the government checkbook and learn this simple math lesson 0+0 = 0
There is an old saying, "charity starts at home."
Maybe President Barack Obama would consider putting the enormous amount of campaign contributions that have been raised to get him re-elected toward lowering the debt.
Maybe Mitt Romney and Paul Ryan would consider the same, as could all the millionaires and billionaires in this country, who feel the president is right and the rich are not paying their fair share in taxes, by opening up their checkbooks without being told to do so and give more to Uncle Sam at tax time.
Until then please close the bank of North America, at least until you have more deposits than withdrawals.
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I am posting this on behalf of a friend:
Frank Harary (in Graph Theory, 1969, p. 201) calls out-tree a digraph that (1) it has no semicycles and (2) it contains a root (source). In other words, an out-tree is a digraph such that the underlying graph is a tree with a distinguished root.
On the other side, in his study of graph hierarchy, David Krackhardt has defined the property of least upper boundedness (LUB) in a digraph $D$: for any pair $x, y$ of vertices of $D$, there is a vertex $z$ which can reach both vertices and, moreover, $z$ is included in the path from any other such vertex reaching both $x$ and $y$.
Apparently an out-tree satisfies LUB. What about the converse? Does anyone know of any theorem connecting the LUB property with the out-tree-ness of a digraph?
EDIT: Can one propose an example of weakly connected digraph without semicycles which satisfies the property of Least Upper Boundedness (LUB), while it is NOT an out-tree?


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Do Chasidim not wear ties as a rule?
If so, is this by design or an accident of history?
If by design, where can I find said intended reason in print?
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Most Chasidim do not wear ties. However there are some that do. Those that do not - do so as "In Der Alte Heim" they did not either. Those that do - do so as "In Der Alte Heim" they wore them.
For example: The Skvere Chasidim wear boots year round. The reason they wore them "In Der Alte Heim" was due to the severe cold weather. However they have continued to do so even in the sweltering hot humid weather in the USA.
It could be based on the prohibition of Chukot HaAku"m, as wearing a tie has no particular inherent practical purpose. See particularly (and ironically) the Beiur HaGr"a YD 178 sk 6.
To elaborate on what Gershon Gold said, some Chassidim davka wear ties. A prominent example that comes to mind is the house of Ruzhin, which includes, for example, the Sadigura and Boyaner courts, among others, in which even the Rebbes wear ties.
I have heard from Hasidim that the reason many groups do not wear ties is because the cravat was originally only worn by the priests in those countries they came from. This seems like a very unlikely explanation in light of the fact that it originated as a very trendy fashion statement of first soldiers and then dandies. Most likely, because it was a modern, enlightnement era fashion statement, most of the Hasidim stayed away from wearing it.
The Lubavitcher Rebbe wore ties.
As @avrohom pointed out, the 7th Lubavitcher Rebbe (Rabbi Menachem Mendel) did indeed wear ties. Thanks to @Alex for the links: here, and here
In addition, it has become common practice for Lubavitcher Shluchim of the Rebbe to wear ties as well.
I have read all the above answers, and I think they are all valid, however, if you notice, all the above answers either say: These Hasidim b'Dafka wear ties or these Hasidim b'Dafka don't.
So I think the answer is: it depends on your intention!
Are ties evil? How about a knife or (I dare say)... the internet?
Well, in all the above examples it depends.
None are intrinsically evil, but if used wrongly or with evil intentions then they become evil.
On the other hand, if they are used with good and holy intentions - they become refined and uplifted and have thus fulfilled their purpose in this world.
The life force of all these 'neutral' creations (which can be either refined or become evil) is called Klipat Nogah - Which on one hand is a 'peel' which conceals G-dliness, but on the other has Nogah - light - because G-dliness can still shine within them. (see Tanya Ch 7 for a broader explanation)
So to answer your question:
If the Chossid feels that he can't do anything positive with the tie (or if the Rebbe of that Chossid decides this for him?) - then, as a rule - he'd stay away from it. He would argue:
It's only there to serve a fashion purpose! (as @Yahu pointed out)...
It's Chukos Akum! - as @Double AA pointed out)
But if the Chossid feels that he can spread Torah and Mitzvos better with the tie - because it's a kind of a garment which honorable people wear - which would/could mean that people will accept/take more seriously what he has to say - then in this case he would wear one. @Shmuel Brin: This is the reason why Shluchim wear ties (not to be stylish G-d forbid)


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Ravelers Rock
It's time, once again, to showcase you fantastic knitters out there – our customers. Here are five sweaters designed by me and interpreted by Ravelers to fit their individual tastes and needs.
KallieKY's assemblage is knit in Inca Gold. The pattern calls for Pure Merino dk , but as you can clearly see Inca Gold works very well. Here's the link to our original photo.
This pattern is in the Fall 2007 edition of Vogue Knitting. Traffic Knitter whipped up the Pure Merino pieces very quickly and suffered angst about sewing it together perfectly. She's posted a great side view on her blog and described her sewing solution.
Gauge let her creative instincts free with her interpretation of Linear from NGV3. In her hands a more austere monochromatic Inca Gold cardigan is infused with steampunk prettiness.
Cadburyskeeper expressed the wish that she had taken a better photo of her Chantal, but I love the boldness of the red cardigan against the black and white curtain and the odd feeling that she is taking a photo of us as we gaze on. Oh, and yes, she's used the yarns called for Ultra Alpaca and Ultra Alpaca Light (which come dyed to match).
I think that meegiemoo's Alpine suits her perfectly. Here's the link to the free pattern . Check out her blog to see "The Cutest Shoes in the World", completing the the look (scroll down). For more pictures of Alpine knit in Cuzco – click here.
More ravelers' sweaters in my previous post.
Thanks for all the great Knitting!
I like the Assemblage – a nice wardrobe basic with panache!
I love reading about your new designs, Norah, and have nominated your blog for the Kreativ Blogger Award. The specs are on my blog.
Happy Knitting!February 25, 2009
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Wow! What a difference "who is wearing the garment" makes! KallieKY's assemblage, is gorgeous on her, where, I may not ever be tempted to knit it from the original picture in Norah Gaughan, Vol. 3. Sure wish your patterns were .pdf format!March 7, 2009
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I am about to purchase yarn to knit the Berroco, Norah Gaughan collection. Vol.3. Pattern "Assemblage". On Ravelry I noticed an errata link. The link is closed. Could you send me any errata needed in this pattern? Thanks, JanetApril 22, 2009


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If some viruses are attacked especially a variant of autorun. U'll see an "Open with..." dialog when u try to open a drive.
Here are the steps to delete it from ur hard drive.
Goto command prompt and goto the drive where u'll get the "Open with..." dialog.
To do this
step 1 : start -> run step 2 : type cmd step 3 : enter the drive name followed by a colon
It'll list out the attributes of all the files in the drive(only files, not folders and files inside that folders)
U'll see some of the files with attributes s h r
Type this code
attrib -s -h -r *.*
del <filename>.<extension> e.g del w.cmd del autorun.inf
NOTE: The files shown here are just an example. Original virus file may be of different name. The virus will affect any drive. I've just taken D: drive for illustration. THIS CODE SHOULD NOT BE USED IN "C:" DRIVE IF WINDOWS IS INSTALLED IN IT, AS THIS DRIVE CONTAINS SYSTEM FILES.
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Hey everyone, so I am looking at getting my first adult airgun and I have narrowed it down to 3 different guns.My first concern when looking for the new airgun was how quiet it would be so the guns that I have selected are on the lower end of the loudness spectrum. I am thinking of getting a .22 cal in order to keep the noise down when shooting in my back yard. I figure that the .22 cal's have a lower max velocity which will help to keep the round from breaking the sound barrier thus keeping the noise to a minimum. I was also thinking tha the .22 cal would offer more stopping power against varmints/pests (ground squirrels, rabbits and pest birds)the guns that I have narrowed it down to are as follows1.Benjamin Trail NP2.Crosman Nitro Venom Dusk3.Gamo Bone Collector Bull Whisper IGTMy thoughts on these so far are that the Benjamin has the best track record (positive reviews) out of the three and is overall a good gun once you replace the trigger and scope, however it is the heaviest out of the 3. The Crosman is more of the middle ground option of the 3, it is the cheapest of the 3 also it is a little lighter than the Benjamin but heavier than the Gamo. The Gamo is the lightest out of the 3 and states that it has an improved trigger but I havent seen any reviews for this specific gun but Gamo seems to be synonomous with high priced junk.I would like to get everyones thoughts on these rifles, and on caliber selectionShould I just get a .177 cal gun and use a heavier grain pellet in order to keep the max velocity down and keep it quiet or is .22 the better option? Also what should I expect for the Max effective range of the rifles? I was hoping to be able to take out pests out to 100m.
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The furthest out that I plan to be shooting is ~100m. I want it to be a gas piston that way I can leave it charged for a while if I want, plus from what I've read the nitro pistons are what helps to keep the gun quiet and can help the accuracy. I was looking at PCP but it looked like it was gonna add up to be pretty expensive to get the full setup so I decided against it. I wanted to keep it under $400 total (scope + mods). I dont want a multi-pump, I would rather just pump it once and be done with it.
You probably have other requirements like how far do you expect to be shooting and what is your budget for gun, scope, accessories? With a springer you have to worry about the right scope being damaged by the gun's reverse recoil, etc. Can it be another type like pump or PCP?For squirrels I normally think of .22 minimum or even .25 with a barebones minimum fpe at target/impact of maybe 6 fpe with 10 being better but range is an issue. I guess my point is to list every requirement you can think of.
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You are definitely close with your pricing for the PCP Air Rifle investment. When I purchased my .22 Benjamin Marauder I purchased a package at Pyramyd Air. In that package deal was the .22 Benjamin Marauder, Benjamin High Pressure Hand Pump, Leapers 4-16x50AO IR MD Scope, UTG High Scope Rings and an extra Rotary Clip. With that package set up I think I was just under or around $700. Having a 4500PSI Carbon Fiber Air Tank is a plus and makes filling easier, but if you don't want to add $450 to $650 more to the price tag of your set up you can get by with the Benji Hand Pump. I use the Benji Hand Pump for filling all (5) of my PCP air rifles and while it takes a little bit of effort, it really isn't all that hard to pump them up, just a little time consuming some times (but not too bad).If you do get the .22 Benjamin Marauder, I would definitely recommend using the 18.1 grain JSB Exact Jumbo Heavy pellets. They seem to work the best for the .22 Marauders. I have left my .22 M-Rod on factory settings except for turning the velocity metering screw about 2 turns CCW (Counter Clockwise) to up the velocity and starting with a 2900PSI fill using the JSB's my starting velocity it right around 855FPS and the peak is at 885FPS and by my 30th shot I'm back down to 855FPS. My average velocity across that 30 shot string is 870FPS which gives me close to 30FPE at the muzzle.I'll let you know though, that some guys have had accuracy issues with the .22 Marauder. That being said, what I have found is that many of these people don't take the time to learn the gun first. Many of the just want to shoot at super fast velocities and they start mucking around with the settings/adjustments, they don't use the right pellet, they don't clean their barrel properly before using it the first time and so on. It is pretty important to keep the pellet at around 900FPS or less for best accuracy in the .22 M-Rods in my experience. Shooting with the velocities I post above I have head shot ground squirrels easily at 82 yards, but I've also missed a few too (usually because I forgot to check the zero on the scope before heading out for a day of hunting ).If you really want to shoot out to 100 yards or a bit more, I would definitely recommend getting the .25 M-Rod. It is slightly louder, but you can quiet it some by doing the vinyl depinger and ordering a shroud extension from Talon Tunes. I have the shroud extension on my .25 and it makes it as quiet as my stock .22 M-Rod. Only the impact is about twice as loud as the .22 pellet impact. Also, you'll only get around (16) usable shots with the .25 compared to (30) with the .22 M-Rod, but the .25 pellet will buck the wind better and retain better stability through it's trajectory than the .22 pellet will. I just thought I would mention those things because I feel it is better to be informed before investing in a set up of this cost than to find out later that getting one or the other would have been a better choice. I like them both and shoot them about equally as often. The .25 will hit harder (around 44 to 46FPE with the JSB Exact King 25.4 grain pellet) and you'll be able to use a wider variety of pellets accurately in the .25 than in the .22 (the .22 really only shoots the 18.1 JSB's really good).Well, there's some more information. I think you are definitely making the right choice in waiting and going with a PCP. Believe me, when you do get one and you use someone else's springer or nitro-piston air gun and then use your PCP or let them try it, you will be glad that you waited and started with the PCP air rifle instead (IMHO).I look forward to your posts in the future here on the CPC forum and reading about your experiences with whatever you end up purchasing. **Here's a picture of my .22 Marauder. I modified the factory stock and coated it with black truck bed liner.
I would like to get a PCP but when I calculated it up it seemed like it would cost me between $800-1000 to get everything set up (rifle, scope, air tanks, tank adapters,etc..). Does that sound about right?
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Yes, I did spray the coating myself. You can get it at most hardware stores. I think it was the Rustoleum brand Black Truck Bedliner spray in the can. You need to scuff your stock with steel wool or a 180 grit sandpaper to rough up the surface so that the bedliner will bond with the surface of the stock. As long as you spray it nice and light and do 3 to 4 light and even coats you will get a good, even finish with it when you are done. The finish is very durable too. I also have a stock that is the same as the one that Brant posted. Mine is a charcoal grey color though (called "Peppered) and I have modified it slightly as well to fit my personal taste and handling, and I'm in the process of inletting it for my .25 Marauder. I'll post photos of that one once I get it completed. I did also inlet a Boyd's Ross Thumbhole Sporter stock for my .22 Benjamin Discovery and I like that stock way better than the factory Discovery stock. I'll post a photo of it below:
Thanks again Air Rifle Hunter, I appreciate all the extra info that you have given me. I really like the look of your custom Marauder. DId you spray the liner coat yourself?
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I realized 证 could be 証 and 證. Is there any difference between them?
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In 繁體字 證 and 証 are two different characters. As stated in 教育部重編國語辭典修訂本 of Taiwan,
So if you are using 証 for its only rarely-used meaning of
In other cases 証 is used as an 異體字
However, this post from Taiwan maintains that 証 is an erroneous form of 證 out of the reason of orthodoxy (despite the fact this variant is widely accepted).
Another post from HK gives more references. (It's written in Cantonese, though.)
In 簡體字 there is no such trouble since both of them are simplified to 证 (according to 新华字典).
From what I understand, 証 is a variant of 證 which means they essentially mean the same thing (see here or here). However, it seems like the usage of the two characters isn't identical. I can find no cases where 証 is accepted but 證 is not, but there are lots of cases where the opposite is true. All examples in the Ministry of Education dictionary are using 證, which wouldn't be the case if both versions were considered correct. Thus, I think it's safe to always use 證, even if both characters seem to be in use.
According to this site, it is acceptable to use 証 in most cases. A look at the etymology doesn't help much either. 証 seems to have had the meaning "admonish, criticise" originally, but I don't think this is relevant since 保証, 証物, 簽証 etc. all seem to be acceptable.
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If I grab my [suspension] forks tightly and push against the wheel sideways, there is a slight amount (few millimeters on 26" wheel) of play/wobble from the axle/hub. The QR is done up tightly. Is this normal or does it require a hub service?
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If you can feel any play ("rattling" sensation) at all in the wheel bearings, headset bearings, or crank bearings, then they need to be adjusted at the very least (and may need rebuilding). (But please do make a distinction between movement due to looseness in the bearings and simple flexing of the wheel or other parts because you're pressing on it so hard.)
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1. If you wish to join this RP, it is recommended that you join as an Egyptian deity of some sort. A list of the main gods and a short description accompanying each can be found here. If, however, you wish to join as a human, make them believable, and, please, do not make them realize the deities secret too soon.
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The year is 2009. A rare constellation of stars, only ever seen once every hundred years, will once again be visible from earth. A group has come together during the last decade to worship the deities of Egypt and take part in the almost forgotten rites of yesteryear. The group is called the Order Of The Sun and its leader is one William R Jenkins, who takes on the role of High Priest for the sacred rites, which are barred from outsiders. Only men are permitted to join, and all the group's activities must be kept secret. The penalty for revealing secrets to others is death, and the Order are masters of silent and mysterious disappearences, which baffle the police and ensure that the bodies of the fallen are never found. The Order of the Sun is a radical group that doesnt like the turn humanity has taken, and wishes to change that by use of force and their odd magical practices. The news that the constellation known as the Arrow would, for the first time this century, be viewable from Earth and align with the Egyptian Pyramids, galvanised Jenkins into action. He'd long studied Egyptian mythos, reading over old scrolls and textbooks, to the point where he became aquainted with a story about the gods walking on Earth due to having been called down from the heavens by an enchanter. While a lot of people would have scoffed and dismissed the story as pure fiction, Jenkins continued to read on. The enchanter performed a ritual that included the sacrifice of a pair of lambs, one white ewe and one black ram, underneath the shadow of the great Pyramids, at the very point when the Arrow was directly overhead the Pyramids. This resulted in the gods being brought down to Earth. However, the enchanter had made one, fatal mistake. He had forgotten to make a protective circle to ensure that the gods would not be able to harm him and would instead bend to his will; this oversight resulted in his death at the hands of those he had summoned. The ritual was never performed again and in time, became forgotten and just dismissed as pure myth.
Jenkins however saw great potential in this ritual. The thought of bringing the Egyptian gods from the past to the present in order to serve himself and his Order made him almost giddy with the thought of the power which could be his for the taking. He would be the one to perform the ritual, so he would be the one to wield the power over the deities that were summoned. Jenkins worked out the details of the ritual, before informing the members of the Order. As he'd suspected, some were skeptical of the story. Others were unsure that the ritual would even work, and pointed out that the enchanter had been killed by the gods. Jenkins smoothed over all doubts by informing the Order that he would take the greatest care and would be sure of every detail. Eventually, the thought of the power, and of what the Order could do with it, soon did away with all qualms. Jenkins explained that not all the gods would answer the call, but the ones that did would be fully under his control and would do just as he ordered. All the Egyptian deities had considerable power; even if just five answered the call, it would still be five immense powers that were there at his beck and call. They could take over the world; have all the world's leaders on their knees in front of them. The possibilities were endless, and nothing would be impossible. Everything they had ever dreamed of could realistically come to pass. Jenkins wove a web of hypnotic words to convince the Order, and he was soon leaving the meeting hall thinking only of the day when he could perform the ritual...
Exactly three months later, Jenkins stood at Giza Plateau amongst the sand, which looked almost purple at night. Occasionally, a whirl of sand would fly up in a flurry of wind, but apart from these slight breezes, the air was still. Despite the almost arctic temperatures of night in that place, Jenkins wore very little but a pair of sandals and what appeared to be linen robes of some sort. These were the garments that the High Priest would wear every time that he performed one of the sacred rites; this ritual was no different. Impatiently he looked up at the sky where the stars were clearly visible, along with a thin white slice of moon. A group of stars which formed the shape of an arrow, were slowly heading towards the top of the Pyramids. Forty five minutes passed, and they were exactly in line. Once that happened, Jenkins began the ritual, slitting the throats of the lambs and letting the blood pour directly onto a fire that he'd kindled minutes before. He added pinches of herbs, along with various rare ingredients that he'd spent a lot of time and money getting hold of. Some were even illegal, and he could face prosecution just for having them in his possession. Upon finishing, there was a flash of something, but that something was not visible to the eye. Rather, it was something one sensed rather than saw, and whatever-it-was gave off the impression of vast amounts of raw, dangerous power. Jenkins waited a moment, a smug grin on his face, but when nothing appeared to happen, his grin gradually faded. And then he panicked; had it not worked? Had he wasted such rare ingredients for a dud? Or had something gone awry? There was only one way to check that he knew of that gave clear answers.
Jenkins quickly pulled out a small metal bowl from his pack and filled it with water from a flask that he'd brought with him to the desert, then stirred it with his hands, muttering rhythmically. Soon, instead of his reflection, Jenkins saw pictures forming on the water's surface; pictures that flashed up and were soon gone, but which told him what he wanted to know. Jenkins flung the bowl to the ground and howled curses at the unheeding moon. His voice was soon swallowed up in the vast silence that surrounded the Egyptian houses of the dead. A handful of sand was flung up into the air by an errant breeze. Time marched on, even as Jenkins stood still and cursed his failure. How had this come to pass?! What part of the ritual had gone wrong? Had it been that something had been left out, or that he'd mistranslated an important detail from the scroll? Perhaps it was not the ritual, but the accompanying binding spell that had not worked. For what had happened was disaster, for both himself and the Order. The gods of Ancient Egypt had not been simply brought to the future to serve him and his Order as he wished, but instead had been incarnated in human forms somewhere within in United States of America, the third most populous country in the world.
It would take years to find them
The underworld was a dark and somewhat foreboding place, at least to the souls of the dead who journeyed thru it to reach the land of the dead beyond. The journey was one taken of necessity; no-one escaped, whether they were the richest or the poorest. And of course, whether rich, poor or middling, no-one could ever escape what awaited them at journey's end. The doorway to the land of the dead was there to be passed thru to reach the land where the souls would be reunited with their earthly bodies and live for all eternity in happiness and contentment. In front of this door, however, was the final test set before the souls before they were permitted to enter. Anubis stood next to the scales which weighed the heart of each soul against the Feather of Truth. Just like his surroundings, Anubis was fairly dark and forbidding himself; he was fairly tall and his head was that of a black jackal, with upright pointed ears, eyes that glowed red and a jeweled collar about his throat. To his other side, crouched Ammit; a terrible creature with the head of a crocodile, the forepart of a lion and the hinder part of a hippo. Her dreadful duty was to devour the hearts weighed down with sin. Anubis was assisted with the weighing of the hearts by Thoth, who passed him the first heart of the group of souls who stood in front of them. It was placed in the scale, which immediately sank down towards the ground. The soul in question, a murderer who'd gotten away with his crimes, begged for mercy but none was given; his heart was taken from the scale and thrown to Ammit, who devoured it... and the soul immediately vapourised, gone forever.
The spell used to summon the deities had had one vital error, one that Anubis could have easily pointed out to Jenkins. The ewe and ram lambs were the wrong colours; it was this which had resulted in the various deities being flung into Arizona, taking the shape of teenage humans, but with all their god powers intact. One of Anubis' powers was the ability to put a person under and send them into unconsienceness straight away the moment he touched them; a power he called the "little death". Another was the ability to tell lies from truth, no matter how hard a person tried to cover it up. He also had the ability to take two other shapes as opposed to his normal shape; a human shape, and a jackal shape. His teenage shape was simply a younger version of that human shape; bronze skin, black hair and reddish brown eyes. As he sat up, and looked around him, Anubis noted that he seemed to be in the basement of a house. He could hear the groans from his companions who were similarly waking up around him, and wondered just who was there with him. Anubis wasn't lacking in feelings as such, just didn't feel as deeply as others did and didn't really care about anything outside his own existance. He could be cold and distant as a result; his personality having with it much of the final inevitability of death. Anubis was loyal to his father, even to the point of supporting a wrong decision; and once he'd made up his mind, he never changed it.
The winds howled accross the desert, hurling handfuls of sand into the air and making it difficult for anyone to walk accross it. Any human who'd tried to cross the desert tonight would have found himself knocked to the ground by the swiftly moving winds and then buried under the ever moving sand. However, Set, the ruler of the desert, had no such problem; the wind and sand moved aside to allow him to pass. The desert's state tended to reflect his mood, which at this moment was black. He was heading back to his home in the centre of the desert and due to the fact that he knew his sister and wife Nephthys was sure to be there, he wasn't at all relishing the prospect. Set didn't plan to stay there at all tonight if he could help it; instead, he'd go out to meet his latest lover; certainly not the first of various affairs conducted behind his wife's back. Set didn't love his wife; he never had done. He hadn't even wanted to marry Nephthys in the first place, but had been pushed into it by his sister Isis and brother Osiris, who he was jealous of. Set didn't like women in that way; he would have much prefered to set up home with a man, but that was out of the question seeing as his preferences were despised and seen as unnatural. He knew that cheating on his wife was not the best way to go, but could see no other way out while he was hated so much. Set tended to vent his feelings on causing storms and sandstorms accross Egypt, especially getting at Isis by causing the desert to encroach on the fertile lands around the Nile. It was the only way he could make himself feel a little better about himself and his situation.
Set had been mourning the end of his latest affair when the spell was activated. He lay on a wooden floor with his eyes closed, not wishing to move but able to sense that there were others sharing this floor with him. It was pitch black; he could tell this even with his eyes closed, and he could hear the breathing of others coupled with a few groans. Set could tell at least one thing about this place, whereever it was; it was somewhere which was close to a desert, as he still retained his powers which were forever linked to the desert. These were power over storms and also the ability to whip up sandstorms, mirages, and control any desert aspect he wished to exert control over. Like Anubis, and every other deity that had an animal head, Set could manifest as two other forms. His animal however was a creature that was nonexistant, with long, square ended ears, a long muzzle like that of an aardvark, but with a nose like a dog and with sharp teeth within. It was known simply as "the Set animal" and existed nowhere in nature. Set's human form, which was here a teenage version, was tall and skinny with bronze skin like all the deities; dark red hair and dark blue eyes. This was unusual among Egyptians and contributed a lot to his position as an outcast. Set had a hidden aspect to his personality that had never come out; he had instead put up a front of cruelty and viciousness to hide the gentler aspect of himself. He was still spitefully jealous of Osiris, and doubted that would ever change, regardless of where they had been taken.
A storm clashed overhead, but Horus ignored it, brushing it off as yet another example of how pathetic Set was. He and his mother Isis had finally managed to win the battle against Set, which had begun with Set's murder of Horus' father Osiris, before Horus was even born. It had finally ended now, after the epic battle where Set had torn out one of Horus' eyes, in Set's eventual banishment to the desert and Horus's triumphant taking over the throne to rule as the king of the gods. No more than he deserved, Horus thought, just as Set's banishment was no more than he deserved. Of course, there were certain aspects of the battle that Horus had no choice but to keep from his mother, but he'd successfully been able to lie to her and keep those secrets under wraps so he had no worries of her ever finding out the truth. Also, Isis was at this moment far too distracted by the fact that she once again had her beloved husband by her side, even in his new role as the god of the dead; Horus' brother Anubis having kindly stepped down to allow Osiris to be the main god of the dead, and the two now worked together in the underworld. Horus himself didn't care for the details; he wasn't nearly as close to his father as he was to his mother, and at least it meant that he could keep the throne and not have to hand it over to his father. The power was one thing that Horus revelled in; that and the respect he gained from being the king. And, best of all, he could just put Set and everything connected with him to the back of his mind and forget he even existed.
This was hardly the best time to be torn from Egypt and sent someplace new. Horus groaned as he sat up, rubbing his head where he'd cracked it on the wooden floor. The entire place was in pitch darkness, and he was not best pleased to be in this mystery place rather than reigning supreme in Egypt. Horus darkly planned a bloody revenge on whoever had done this to him; he didn't think about whether it had affected anyone else until he heard the sounds around him that indicated that whereever he was, he was not alone. Horus had been terribly spoiled by his mother, Isis; he put on a manner of regal, mannerly behaviour whenever he was in public, but promptly reverted to type when behind closed doors. He thought only of himself, and was largely indifferent to the feelings of others; not like Anubis, who genuinely could not feel, but cuz he didn't consider people's feelings as nearly important as his own. Horus' powers were linked to the sun and the moon. The sun was represented by his single remaining eye; the moon by the empty eye socket which remained after his eye was torn out by Set. He could draw down power from both the sun and the moon, and also control every aspect related to either or both, as it suited him. The form he took now was of a handsome boy with bronze skin, glossy black hair and one brown eye; his eye socket was covered by an eyepatch. Horus wondered vaguely if anyone was going to do something; he didn't see why he should always be the one to pick up the messes of others.
Oh, more and more to do. So much writing to do! Thoth sighed and scratched the end of his beak, staring thoughtfully at the writing palette in front of him. His eyes glanced around the stone library, viewing the other palettes he had to attend to. He was dreading the others he had to work on, especially the massive pile he eyed by the door; those were the ones he still had to read through. Dammit, did Set really have to go and kill his brother like that? He sighed; just business as usual. He clicked his beak and stood up, sliding the stone palette onto a nearby shelf and crossing his arms. His blue ibis head tilted to one side, reading what he'd scribbled into them. ".. No, no no. No." He took a few down and put them back on the table he worked at, shaking his head in dismay. "Not going to work, not one bit." He cracked his knuckles with a sigh and sat back down to work. "Would it kill Horus to send me a few helpers?" He pulled a small square of torn cloth out of a bag that was tied to his skirt, worrying it between his fingers. "No, no. He's spoilt. Darn you, Isis." Thoth sighed feebly and tucked the cloth back into the bag, taking up his quill and scratching into the soft stone.
Oh, humans be da.mned! Thoth sat up, staring at his hands and blinking his all-too-human eyes in his all-too-human head. His skin was tanned, and from what he could tell his hair was way too long and black. Why black? His feathers were green, dammit. That didn't make an inch of sense, though when he finally got around to looking for a mirror later on, he'd see his eyes were a dark, deep green. He looked around, hearing others in the room, and made a short, panicked sound somewhere between a whine and a sigh. He found the bag that his quill and cloth scrap were in and looked in it dubiously after feeling around inside; his quill didn't feel much like a quill anymore, more like a hard stick - his mind registered it as a "pen"? What in hell was that? - but at least the scrap was there. Just knowing it was there calmed his frayed nerves. He shut his eyes and sighed, shaking his head, and took a mental inventory about what was going on. He was in a human form, in the adolescent years. He still had his green ibis form, though judging from the atmosphere of the room they were in, ibises were not natural to the area. He scratched behind an ear, not used to having them. This was going to be a terrible existence; he'd half a mind to strangle the human who summoned them and given them human forms! Then again, he wasn't really the violent one. He twitched his nose around a bit, not used to it one bit. "Mmph." He crossed his arms, continuing his personal inventory. His one power (that he could verify, anyway) was the ability to gain the knowledge of anybody he touched. Be it a handshake or bumping into them, it could prove useful. Now, his reading habits, that was just probably a freak trait, even among the gods. He didn't think anybody loved reading as much as he did.
Bastet watched the pharaoh pace back and force, unsure of what was bothering him. It seemed that humans always had something worrying them, now and again; all she could do was offer the pharaoh gentle advice in the event of family if he wanted council with the gods. Currently, she was merely observing him. War and battles were never something she looked forward to; violence bothered her, but she would be at the side of the ruler, as she had done for countless battles before, a lioness, roaring proudly. She attempted to cover her mouth as she yawned, though this was an impossible exercise as her cat face yawned far beyond the size of her hand. A short feline smirk crossed her muzzle as she thought of a mild prank she could play on Geb before she turned to the pharoah once more; she wasn't short of mischief, not at all, but sometimes she couldn't help herself to a short bout of it. The pharaoh explained, mainly to the viziers, that what ailed him was not worth an impending war. This gave Bastet great relief, and she left immediately; if it wasn't of personal issue or war, she wanted no part of it.
Bastet opened her dark amber eyes, staring up into at the dark ceiling of the room. There were others in the room, that much she could tell; and she heard Thoth's tell-tale whimpering sigh. How did he get here? she wondered briefly. For that matter, how did any of us get here. Normally, the ritual should have at the very least placed them in Egypt, correct? Then why this odd, foreign place? Unless this was Egypt, just not the one she remembered and loved. No, it wasn't Egypt. The air wasn't right. Anubis likely knew more. He always did, him and Thoth. She brushed a hand across her face, feeling bronze skin in place of gray fur, and her hand slid into her hair. The darkness didn't bother her; she was able to see just fine, a carry-over of her feline traits and what she assumed was her only power other than shapeshifting. Though, perhaps her ability to calm others was still viable as a human? She was able to turn into a cat, though whether her lioness form was accessible was unknown; she wasn't about to try it in a cramped environment. So far, she was able to pick out Thoth, Horus, Set, and Anubis; who else had been summoned?
I stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!
Deep within the sands of the dessert, outside her temple sat Hathor. The turquoise and gold studded walls that were etched with powerful hieroglyphics meant nothing. She was completely bored, she tried not to look it of course in fear of offending the old lady who sat next to her holding up two seperate sheets of silky material. However sometimes she wished that she had a more important job. It was all very well to look nice and promote happiness and peace, which was often lacking in the world of the egyptian gods and goddesses, but she still wished she could be a little more helpful. Now if she was deity of war or justice, then she could really do some good. However she was stuck out here with nothing to do and noone to look after. She was really beginning to feel that she was just some sort of a joke. She wondered who would be cruel enough to do that. She decided it probably wasnt a joke after a while just some sort of misfortune. To be truthful she didn't really dislike her role. It just didn't make her feel as important as some of the oher gods. Hence she often felt a little intimidated around them.
The old lady questioned her on which peice of material she would wear and rather reluctantly Hathor was brought back out of her daydream and into the vast dessert realm in which she sat.
Hathor had no idea what had happened. "Blast," she muttered as she realized she had no hope of finding out the fine details anytime soon. However there was a jolly tone in the 'blast' because she'd always been one for anything out of the ordinary and this certainly was just that.
"Blast," she muttered for a second time as she realized she had rolled her left ankle. It was a slightly more strained 'blast' this time.
She reached up to feel her head which was throbbing heavilly. Her hair was still the same, jet black, dead straight. She had the same jade green eyes. Her skin was tanned and she still spoke with an underlying egyptian accent but she realized however, with horror, that the horns and sun disk that she had worn on her head since she was born had completely dissapeared. Unlike many of the other gods she couldn't fully transform into another creature, the only hint of animal about her was the two horns that sat above her on her head, she was shocked to find she no longer wore them. The only hint of cow on her was the black and white sparkly cartoon that was printed smack bang in the middle of her t-shirt.
"Blast," this time there was no hint of any jolliness in her voice at all, it was instead a completely gobsmacked sort of voice. It had been such a long time since anyone had performed such a powerful ritual ritual. What's more he'd done it wrong.
"Blast," Hathor muttered for the fourth and final time as she struggled to stand up, and this time it was more of a curse.
The woman shuddered as she wrapped her face in the wraps dampened with chilly dew from the desert. Dew from the desert was hard to obtain; one had to place something metal out in the sands, and wait for morn to come. But if one came to late that morn to collect the metal items, the dew would have already evaporated. On top of that, one had to have access to quite a bit of clean, smooth-surfaced metal objects, for the amount of dew that eventually gathered on the metal objects was quite small. Too small, in fact, to dampen the amount of wraps the young woman with the onyx-colored hair was wrapping about her long but pretty face now. But Nephthys, goddess of protection and the household, had a lot more knowledge of the desert than most, since she was married to the one banished there. She also had nothing but time to gather dew day after day, as her husband was very rarely ever home. "But, now, at long last, my plans can be enacted." Nephthys said to herself, her normally tired, dead-looking expression exchanged for a smile full of uncharacteristic mischief. She only had wraps about her brow, temples, and nose at the moment, but quickly finished up so that no part of her face could be seen at all. "By fire, by night, by birds in flight, I charge thee by dawn's light- to lend to me another's form, with which I promise to do some harm, by the power of this charm." Nephthys touched a pendant hanging from her neck in the form of a scarab, which she'd just recently "borrowed" from her sister, Isis. She could feel her face tingle, but she did not remove the wrappings; in order for the spell to work, she had to wait for the light of dawn to meet her wrapped eyes, and that shouldn't be long. In fact, it happened a mere five minutes later, after which Nephthys jumped at a new set of tingles. Tentatively, she unwrapped her face and gazed into a bowl of water for her reflection. Gazing back at her was the gorgeous, golden face of Isis, whose round, perfectly proportioned face and dark, wide eyes could make practically any man weak in the knees. Isis' face glowed with health and happiness, and Nephthys was struck with a pang of jealousy at the face she was borrowing; once, she, too had glowed with health like this, though her face had been a bit too long and her eyes a bit too small to inspire the same response in men as her sister. But since Set had been banned to the desert, and since Nephthys had followed, her healthy beauty began to dwindle away rapidly the way water is cooked away by the hot sun of the desert. "But now, Neph, you can be beautiful again. Soon, when he finally acnkowledges you exist." And, with that, Nephythys left to go visit with her brother Osiris, who also happened to be married to Isis. He was throwing some sort of party tonight that Neph knew her sister would not be attenting, and Osiris tended to let himself get pretty drunk at such occassions. A mischievous grin came to Neph's borrowed features, and she put a little spring in her step; if cheating was what it took to make her husband acknowledge her, then so be it.
A day and a half later, the otherwise empty house that belonges to Neph and Set was filled with the sounds of heart-wrenching sobs. It had been for naught, her cheating; Set had simply said "That's nice" in his most apathetic of voices and dashed off to go meet with his latest boyfriend. He didn't love her, she knew that, but at least anger would have been better than this complete indifference. Why, oh, why had she given in to her sister's pestering and married the man she had a crush on but knew was... g@y? She should have known it'd never work. So, something within Nephthys died that day, and she became quite bitter and often cynical.
Nephthys, since she used more or less the same form, looked more or less the same, but younger; pitch black hair, black eyes, caramel-colored skin, a face that could be pretty but was just a tad bit too long for conventional beauty. At first, Neph felt alone, and wasn't surprised at the feeling, but it wasn't long before she heard the grunts, groans, and muttered curses of others around her. Completely disoriented, Neph sat up and clutched at her aching head, wondering where they were and then forcing herself to think that she didn't care. All she knew was that it wasn't Egypt, and she was fine with that; she was sick of the desert. Maybe this place would bring something new. One thing she did know, was that she kept her ability to make and cast spells, and she was glad for that, at least.
Osiris, down in the underworld, was throwing a party to commemorate Set's banishment. He'd been hoping his wife would attend, but she;d sent word that she couldn't. Ah, well; no reason for me not to enjoy myself anyways. Osiris thought as he picked up a drink and sniffed at it before downing it. He had invited his son Anubis, but, as per usual, Anubis had declined. Guess I should expect that by now, but I always keep asking him to come to these things. Osiris shrugged an got back to his party, letting himself get a bit drunk in the process. It was then that Isis arrived. Or so he thought; if he'd been in his normal frame of mind, he'd have noticed that Isis was a bit taller than usual, and that her walk had a bit more hip in it than usual, not to mention that the look in her eyes was not characteristic to his wife at all. "Isis! Thought you couldn't come!" Osiris exclaimed, heading over to who he thought was his wife. Isis giggled and wrapped her arms about Osiris' neck and said "I found tht I had the time for it, after all. Now, are we going to party, or are we going to party?" 'Isis' had arrived late, and so the party was winding down; she'd chosen her time perfectly. Osiris got the hint, grinned, and whisked her off to his private quarters, where they had a little 'party' of their own.
Osiris didn't know it, but his once greenish tinted skin was now back to a normal tan color, and he felt more, well, alive than he had for many, many years. Especially since, when they'd arrived to wherever this place was, he'd landed flat on his face and his nose had started gushing blood. Blood! He hadn't actually bled at all since the day he bacame an undead zombie-god. Heh, zombie, that's a funny word. Osiris thought to himsef as he sat up, clutching his bleeding nose. Come to think of it, how did I even know that word? It never existed as such back home, even though I kinda fit that definition, except for the mindless part. Well, Isis would claim that I fit that part of the definition, I suppose. Finally Osiris ripped off two bits of his tee-shirt tee-shirt? and stuffed them up his nostrils to stop the bleeding. Oddly enough, he still had his knack for farming, seeing as how he more or less invented that practice. He, like Anubis, also kept his power over the dead, though in his case, he could see and talk to ghosts, whereas Anubis could put people under. We've always made a good team, my son and I. Osiris thought a little absent-mindledly as he checked his nose to see if it was still bleeding. Fortunately for him, it had more or less stopped, though he left the parts of his ripped shirt just to be safe. He was quite glad that it was too dark for the majority of people to see, for he knew he looked rediculous.
Isis, Queen of Heaven, Mother of the Gods, The One Who is All, Lady of Green Crops, The Brilliant One in the Sky, Star of the Sea, Great Lady of Magic, Mistress of the House of Life, She Who Knows How To Make Right Use of the Heart, Light-Giver of Heaven, Lady of the Words of Power, and Moon Shining Over the Sea, stood by as none other than the Pharoah's daughter went into labor. Isis often helped as much as she could, though she could not show her Immortal Self to a mere human; she had to remain invisible and assist the attending priestess wherever possible. She used her healing magic to ease the pain and to speed things up a bit, as she herself quite obviously knew what labor was like. But, then again, if she'd never gone into labor, she'd never have had Horus, her little golden boy; Isis favored Horus, and spoiled him quite rotten. Anything her "baby" wanted, all he needed to do was whine to mommy, who would get it for him no matter the cost. To Isis, he was the perfect son, the one she always wanted; it didn't matter that he was more than fully grown now. No, to her mind, it was like he was still but a toddler, who would always need mommy around to care for him, and she saw nothing wrong with that scenario. She didn't necessarily mean to, but her son Anubis would always be just rated second best; it was a good thing Anubis didn't care. So she thought of her boy Horus as she worked to help in the birth of this new child, remembering the way only his right cheek dimpled when he smiled as a kid, and marvelling at how things changed. For a minute there, she wished she could turn back the clock, and have her baby boy back; but, then, it took the adult Horus to get Set banished to the desert, didn't it?
Isis came to with a gasp and sat immediately upright. She tried to inspect the area around her, but sight got her nothing; wherever she was, the air was cool, perhaps a bit dank, and the "rock" beneath her was cool, rough, and dry. Isis scowled into the darkness, wishing she had enough power to call up some light. Instead, she had to make due with taking off one of her amulets and hissing some harsh words to it. Soon, the amulet lit up with a reddish glow, allowing her to see without hurting her eyes too much. Her round, soft face lit up with a perfect, rosey-cheeked smile, and her dark eyes twinkled in the red light. She held the amulet aloft in slim, delicate fingers to see who was there, and was quite relieved to see Horus and- "Osiris? You're not green!" She said aloud in spite of herself, staring at her rather alive, young-looking husband. She was far too shocked and self-absorbed at the moment to care that there'd be those with extra-sensitive eyes who might be a bit blinded by her light, or that the light could signal to someone other than their small group that they were there. She only cared for her dear, sweet Horus and her loving and very much living husband. Any other thought that came to her about anyone else she shoved right out of her pretty little head.
Set sat up and opened his eyes, right at the moment that Isis shone her light. He blinked and muttered, "Stop that right now," not knowing who was making the light, only that it was annoying him.
Bastet covered her eyes when Isis shined the light. "I have to agree. Please, dim it a little. It's like looking at the sun." This was only because her eyes were able to see in the dark; they would adjust to light if given the chance, but a sudden bright light would hurt. Thoth just made another whimpering noise and stood up nervously; Bastet stayed on the floor with her face covered by her hands.
"Oh, dear. It ah, seems that we're not at home anymore." He'd placed the quill and blanket scrap into a pocket of his pants - his brain registered them as 'jeans' - and his hand was currently twisting the blanket around in his pocket. "And we're teenagers." He paused. ".. And a teenager is evidently a, quote-unquote, modern equivalent to what we consider the adolescent years...?" He cleared his throat.
I stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!
Isis scowled at her brother and didn't dim her amulet until Bastet asked for it. "There, dimmed it." she made her way over to her husband. "What did you do to your nose, dear?"
"What? Oh, I just arrived here on my face, that's all." Osiris said with a shrug.
Naphthys snorted at the way Isis was trying to baby her husband. "Someone tried to do a rather clumsy summoning spell, that much I could figure out; if you want more info, ask Anubis." Neph said to Thoth, hooking a thumb at Anubis.
"It may be simpler, yes." Thoth turned to Anubis. Bastet mumbled her thanks before sitting up and uncovering her eyes.
I stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!
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Jack Draw Results-Congratulations to all the teams that had their bungs drawn we will see you there! I toast to the teams:
*Please note these results have been received 2nd hand from various sources-we hope they are accurate however they cannot be official results until the Jack Daniels and KCBS have released their lists.
The Draws
TN- Swiggin Pig
AR- Sweet Peppers
PA- Chix Swine & Bovine
IN- Squealer's BBQ
MA- Fatback Joe's
OH- Saucehound BBQ
CO- Flyboy BBQ
IA- Tippy Canoe BBQ
WI- Brew-B-Que
AR- Redneck Grillers
MO- 4 Smokin Butts
NE- Hot Grill on Grill Action
OK- Butcher BBQ
WY- Burnin' Bobs Butts and Bones
NY- Mr. Bobo's Traveling BBQ All-Stars
MD- Jack's Old South
TX- The Drunken Brisket
FL- Big Papa's Country Kitchen
AL- Big Creek BBQ
NC- 2 Old Men and a Grill
GA- Barbeque Crew
VA- Duegello BBQ
SD- Big Dog BBQ
SC- Fatback's BBQ and Rib Shack
WA- Wine Country Q
IL- Team Dude
MN- Lucky's Q
MS- Kenny's Kountry Kookers
NJ- Fat Angel BBQ
KY- The Long Dawgs
KS- Buffalo BBQ
LA- Big Bear BBQ
MI- Motley Que Crew
ME- Feeding Friendz
OR- Smokey's Bar-B-Q
CA- Master of Disaster
DE- GoneHoggin.com
Home State Draws
AL- Wild Bunch Butt Burners
KS- Smoke On Wheels
KY- Warren County Pork Choppers
OR- Fat Dad's BBQ
PA- PA Midnite Smokers
SD- Gerritt Boys BBQ
WI- 2 Fat Bikers BBQ
AR- Hog Tide Bar-B-Que
OH- 2 Worthless Nuts
KCBS List also has the following teams listed:
BS Pitmeisters
Whiskey Ranch BBQ
Shiggin & Grinnin
Up in Smoke
WILD Card Draw:
Wildcard – Here Piggy Piggy
Jack Automatics:
Texas Pepper Jelly
Big Bob Gibson
Lotta Bull
Southern Exposure
Munchin' Hogs at the Hilton
I Smell Smoke
Black Cat BBQ
Pork Barrel BBQ
Piggy D's BBQ
Rythmn & Que
Smokin' Hoggz BBQ
Smoked to The Bone
Mad Dawgz BBQ
Lakeside Smokers
Hambones by the Fire
** IF you are on the list and I have not updated with your team link please let me know and I will add it.


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