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X-POSITION: G. Willow Wilson Illuminates "The Burning World" in "X-Men"
While Marvel's massive "Secret Wars" event is set to bring major changes to the Marvel Universe, there's still story left to be told before that series debuts next month. One such tale is "The Burning World," "Ms. Marvel" writer G. Willow Wilson's four-part arc on "X-Men," set to conclude later this month with "X-Men" #26. Her story arc — the latest run on the X-title focused on the team's female characters — has taken Marvel's mutants to a mystery in the Black Rock Desert, with a finale illustrated by Roland Boschi.
X-POSITION: G. Willow Wilson Digs Deep In "X-Men"
With "X-Men" #26 scheduled for release on April 29, Wilson returns to X-POSITION to answer your questions on her problems with Psylocke's body-switching, the X-Men franchise's track record of depicting female superheroes, who she'd like to write in a solo series and what Dazzler will bring to "A-Force," set to debut in May and co-written by Wilson and Marguerite Bennett.
CBR News: Welcome back, Willow! First up, Ben wants to know about your approach to Psylocke and minority representation.
You've expressed in social media your desire to put Psylocke back in her original body. I've always felt uncomfortable watching a white woman wearing an Asian body and I'm glad a writer acknowledges it. Can you share your opinions on it and why do you feel it is important minority characters are represented accurately?
I think it's important to acknowledge that people's experiences are not interchangeable, especially when it comes to race and ethnicity. If you're going to drop a white character into an Asian body, I think it behooves you to explore how that character's life would change — how she would be treated socially, how she would deal with microaggression, how this might alter her perceptions about the world. If you take a story in that direction, you've gotta do the work. Otherwise it's just tokenism. However, since I'm just here for four issues, I didn't feel I had the space or the prerogative to move things around significantly, so I didn't really touch on the Psylocke race issue. If I was the ongoing series writer, however, I would seriously consider making a change.
Now that your run on "X-Men" is coming to an end, why do you think the X-Men's female characters stand out in comic books as opposed to female characters in other franchises who just end up being female derivatives of their male counterparts?
The X Men have always led the field when it comes to the depiction of female superheroes. Maybe because it's a book about dealing with difference, and also breaking down difference — the characters are united because they are all mutants in a world that hates them, but as individuals, they are profoundly different. That's fertile ground for great character work. Storm, Rogue, Jubilee, Jean Grey, Rachel Grey — they've all historically had both very close friendships and very believable tension. I think that's why they resonate with so many people in a way that spin-off characters might not.
Wilson's "X-Men" Find Themselves Battling "The Burning World"
Starleafgirl has a question about your possible future with the X-Men, if you — or the book — were sticking around beyond "Secret Wars"…
I've liked your stay on "X-Men" and wish it could be longer. If you could stick around to write another "X-Men" tale, what would it be?
I would write a Jubilee story in which she goes on a madcap quest to cure herself of vampirism. I might do that anyway. 😀
Sardorim wants to know how you differentiated a trio of X-Women considering their similar mutant abilities.
Was it difficult to write Psylocke, Rachel, and Monet due to their similar power sets? Was it a personal decision to show how different telepathy and telekinesis is based upon the user?
Yes, it was difficult. I really struggled with ways to make them all remain distinctive, power-wise. In the end, though, those similarities are going to help them out significantly — I won't say how!
jubilees_bf has a question many readers have wondered about, namely how Jubilee is dealing with life after Logan.
Thank you for your marvelous work on "X-Men." My favorite moments last issue were the exchanges between Monet and Jubilee, as well as Jubes and the Inhumans.
You had previously mentioned that Jubilee would deal with the loss of Wolverine during this arc. Does this still hold true?
Yes, it does, though you'll have to hang on til the very end to see how!
Darkgreed wants you to open up a can of worms and say which hero from "X-Men" you'd want to take solo.
If you had a chance to write a solo book on any of the X-Women who would you pick?
Storm is hands down my favorite X-Person, if not my favorite superhero, but I think I'd have to say Jubilee. I grew up with '90s X-Men, so there's a nostalgia factor. Plus she has an attitude and great hair.
Bennett Assembles Battleworld's Mightiest Heroes in "A-Force"
Since "X-Men" was your first team book for Marvel, Doctormo is curious about how it'll inform your take on "A-Force."
Have you learned anything from writing "X-Men" that you think will be useful during your run on "A-Force"?
Oh indeed. Whenever you have an all-anything book — all women, all teenagers, all whatever — you have to be very careful not to fall into tropes. You have to find legit, story-driven reasons for the characters to remain together in that particular constellation, above and beyond marketing. It has to feel plausible, not gimmicky. That's something I am going to keep in mind when writing A Force.
Also interested in your future plans, The Seventh Light wants to know what's going on in the Battleworld domain of Arcadia during "Secret Wars."
With the tremendous light you've shed on the crass and brassy Monet St. Croix, will she be one of the many female characters you'll be covering in Arcadia with "A-Force"?
Arcadia is going to be off the hook. I have to credit my stellar co-writer, Marguerite Bennett, with the lion's share of the work on the Arcadia storyline — she's doing a lot of innovative stuff with characters from very different parts of the Marvel U. You may indeed see Monet in the mix, though I will not say how…
ohsnapulon5000 wants to know why you put the fan-favorite Dazzler at the core of your run on "X-Men."
You've put Dazzler at the helm of your impeccable cast in "A-Force." What made you consider her for a lead role and what kind of voice does she bring to the team? The team dynamic? And how do you feel she is uniquely important in the Marvel U?
Dazzler is one of those wonderfully wacky characters with (in my opinion) untapped potential. Wherever there is comedy, tragedy walks hand-in-hand. She's got a great look and a great power set, and of course, the roller skates — there's a lot to work with.
Special thanks to G. Willow Wilson for tackling questions this week!
Next week, "Wolverines" writer Charles Soule returns to X-Position. Have a question for Charles? Go ahead and send 'em in via an e-mail with the subject line "X-Position" or if 140 character questions are more your speed, try Twitter. But get 'em in quickly, because the deadline's Friday! Make it happen!
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Just now, I viewed my old friend's profile on FB, Sarah Shamira. She just got married! I was like, OMG are you serious?! :O
Cant believe she got married at 19 years old. She is my former classmate when I was in standard 1 until 5 (1999-2003). We were in SK Taman Muda, Ampang. If you are a fan of malay drama, I mean if you have ever watch a malay drama in 2002, the title is Seutuh Kudrat Talian Kasih, Sarah played the main character in the drama, a syndrome kids named Mariam. Most of people remembered this drama, it was a really touching and sad drama. Credits to Sarah. Congratulations friend, for your marriage :)
Bila lah nk sampai jodoh aku pulak, haha belajar pun tk habis lagi :P

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I was hoping to get in a hike today but it would have to be after my son's baseball game. Heavy rain was in the forecast for tomorrow as a Nor'easter would be forming over New England so there would be no hiking for me on Sunday. A late day hike would mean a short hike and short drive. Mount Waumbek (4,006') met these requirements and seemed to be the perfect choice. I also needed this summit for May.
After some morning sun the clouds started moving in during the afternoon ahead of the coming storm. I arrived at the parking lot and found several available spots. One of the benefits of late day hiking is that the early hikers have already completed their hike and parking becomes available and this is a small parking lot. It was warm and I started out in a short sleeve shirt, the first time this year. I left my winter boots home, also the first time this year but carried my microspikes.
The hike started shortly after 2:00 PM. The first noticeable annoyance were the flying insects. While they might not have been biting they did manage to fly into eyeballs and cranial orifices or ears, nose and mouth. This lasted for about a mile and then they were gone. There were many wildflowers blooming along this stretch of trail. This included trout lily, red trillium, Carolina Spring Beauty, violets, Dutchman's breeches, Downy Yellow Violet and hobblebush.
I met many hikers on their way down as I was going up. I asked some of the hikers if I would be needing the microspikes and got varying opinions. Most thought I would need them. At one point my trekking pole got stuck and I pulled it free only to realize later up the trail that I had pulled the basket off. I knew where it would probably be and I would try to find it on the way back down.
The intermittent monorail started about two miles into the hike and just below the summit of Starr King. I felt this was easily bare bootable and continued on without traction. Just as I came up onto the summit there was a spruce grouse in the trail. It quickly ran into the brush and I was unable to get a photo. The summit was completely bare when I arrived at the fireplace. I stopped long enough to get some photos and continued on.
I was thinking this next stretch of trail might be where I would need the microspikes but it was starting off bare with no snow to be seen anywhere. It wasn't long before I came upon the monorail and then it got deeper. I decided to put the microspikes on. That was short-lived and it was back to bare ground and the microspikes came off. This repeated itself numerous times all the way to the summit of Mount Waumbek. The micropsikes spent more time in my hand than on my feet. There were also many blowdowns along the way to navigate through. I had seen no other hikers and would see no more for the rest of the hike.
On the summit there was a little mud, a little snow and some dry bare ground. I walked down to the viewpoint and could see that the Presidential summits were in the clouds. This was my turn around point and started my hike back to the parking lot. I decided to keep the microspikes in the backpack and barebooted across the broken monorail. I carefully watched my footing and had no problem without traction.
I was able to maintain a good pace and was soon back at Starr King and continued without stopping. I was going to keep a watchful eye out for my trekking pole basket. I knew about where I might have lost it. When I arrived at the spot where I had gotten the pole stuck on the root the basket was nowhere to be seen. I was hoping one of the hikers that I had seen at this spot might have picked it up and left it at the trailhead. I continued down and while the bugs were bad along this stretch of trail on the way up they were not nearly as aggressive now.
Just before the parking lot there was one last mud hole to get around. I got back to the car and took off my pack. When I put my poles in the car I remembered the missing basket. I turned to walk back over to the trail sign and there sitting on top of the sign was the basket! I'm very grateful to the hiker that found this and placed it on the sign at the trailhead. If not on the trail I was hoping that this might be where I would find it, put there by a conscientious hiker. Thank-you very much!
I was glad to be able to squeeze in this hike. It felt great to be out on the trail after thinking this might be a "hikeless" weekend. This was the first time this year that it actually felt like a Spring hike with the warm temps, wildflowers and deteriorating monorail. Trail conditions should continue to improve with the heavy rain on the way and very warm temperatures in the forecast for this upcoming week. I'm looking forward to leaving the traction at home and hopefully lightening my pack load in the next few weeks!
Enjoy the photos!
Started the hike just after 2:00
Old spring
Trout lily
Red trillium
A patch of trout lilies
Hobblebush blooming
More trout lilies
Carolina Spring Beauty
Patch of red trillium
Downy Yellow Violet
More Carolina Spring Beauty
Red trillium and trout lily
Carolina Spring Beauty and trout lily and hobblebush blooming
Dutchman's breeches
Small mushrooms on the end of a log
A piece of remaining monorail
This monorail is almost gone
Bare trail
Deteriorating monorail starts
Monorail and mud
Monorail continues
Mount Waumbek is in sight
Cloud shrouded Presidentials from Starr King
Willey Range in the distance
One of many blowdowns
Back to a monorail
Bare trail again
Lots of blowdowns
Another blowdown
Deep snow
One more blowdown
Stretch of bare trail before the summit
More monorail before the summit
On the summit of Mount Waumbek
View from Mount Waumbek
On my way back down
Back on the monorail
Mount Starr King
Sitting on a burl
Common blue violet
Red trillium or Stinking Benjamin
Blooming hobblebush
One last mud hole
I was the last hiker off the mountain
A fellow hiker found my trekking pole basket and placed it here
Having Fun in the Great Outdoors!


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Disclaimer: Unfortunately, as previously stated, Stargate Atlantis does not belong to me, because if it did it would still be on our screens! Enough said...
Many thanks to Sterenyk Strey and lizlou57 for doing their usual beta work for me. It's very much appreciated, just as it always is. All remaining mistakes are mine because I can't resist tweaking even after the beta work is done!
This is a 30 chapter story (unless it grows during editing!) and is the first instalment of a two part saga. Updates will be once a week, mostly on Mondays.
So, on with the story, and...enjoy! :)
Precious Commodities
Chapter One
'I wasn't flirting, Rodney,' Sheppard insisted, casually scanning the HUD for signs of trouble as they approached the space bound Stargate floating above M4L 925. All clear – no bad guys in sight, and nothing but stars streaking by to witness their passage. Just the way he liked it.
The mission had been a cake-walk – good food, pleasant company, and all within a short walking distance of the spot where they had concealed their craft, so there was no reason to suspect the flight home shouldn't be the same. But unfortunately, there was a drawback to having such an easy day. The lack of anything else to worry about made the pure scepticism oozing from McKay in the seat behind him even more palpable.
'No, of course not,' Rodney scoffed, his tone fairly dripping with derision. 'The big smiles and nauseating flattery were all perfectly legitimate negotiating techniques, right?'
Sheppard shrugged, non-committal. 'I was just being friendly. You should try it some time,' he replied innocently, knowing a quip like that would only fuel the fire of Rodney's already smouldering annoyance. Even so, he couldn't help but do it. Rodney-baiting was like an addiction for him sometimes; he knew he shouldn't do it, but the buzz he got was just too good to pass up. Another side-effect of an easy day…no trouble approaching made him want to go looking for it.
He glanced over at Teyla sitting beside him in the co-pilot seat. She gave him a brief smile, a minor acknowledgement of his joke, but didn't step in to save him from further abuse. He suspected she thought he deserved it, though she didn't say as much. Unlike Rodney, she was far too tactful for that. But Teyla had a way of looking at him that made him regret his actions without a single word being necessary. And that regret was beginning to gnaw at his conscience already…
Okay, so on a rethink maybe he had flirted a little more than necessary, but it wasn't often he got the chance to practice his skills these days. Had it been professional? Perhaps not entirely…but no one had gotten hurt and that was always a plus. Most of their missions were a lot tougher than the meet 'n' greet they'd just attended. Woolsey didn't send them on these "You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours" trips too often these days. He'd mentioned something to do with it being outside of McKay's skill set. Code for Woolsey not wanting McKay to upset the natives, he figured. He couldn't argue with that logic. Rodney was a genius with anything technological, but did have a habit of messing up on the social stuff.
'Oh, really? And I suppose it was just a coincidence that you were being more friendly to Giselta than her older, wider, uglier sister, hmm?' McKay challenged, not at all convinced by his argument.
Sheppard couldn't suppress his smirk this time as he glanced back over his shoulder. 'Was she pretty? I didn't notice,' he lied, returning his attention to the view through the windshield.
He could almost feel the eye-roll McKay gave behind him. 'Urgh! You are so predictable.'
True enough, Giselta had been an absolute knock-out. Petite with pretty blonde locks that tapered in at the nape of her neck, curves in all the right places, and wearing a dress that left very little to the imagination. There was no way he could resist that. It would have been like fasting at an all you can eat buffet.
'I got us access to the device, didn't I?' Sheppard protested, that sense of regret making him defensive now. 'Giselta told me she knew how to find it, so I...sweetened her up a little, that's all.'
'Yes, that's all,' Rodney mocked, practically stuffing the ZPM up Sheppard's nose. 'And a fat lot of good it did us; it's all but drained. Getting back to Pegasus used up almost all the power left in the ZedPMs Todd gave us. I give it a couple of weeks tops before this thing's spent, too.'
'Which gives us a whole two weeks to find another one,' Sheppard replied, putting a positive spin on it.
Rodney only huffed in disgust.
Sheppard let his friend's attitude slide. It had been a long and tedious day for very little reward, other than the extremely easy on the eye Giselta, who had insisted he was welcome back any time. He, not them. And that was why Rodney was sore at him. She was a hot blonde, McKay's favourite kind of woman, and she hadn't even looked at him twice. But whether McKay liked his methods or not, two weeks of juice when the other ZPMs failed was better than nothing. So, it had been worth it. That was what he was going to keep telling himself anyway. That way, this wasn't just another wasted mission when they should be shoring up defences against a future Wraith attack.
They'd been back in the Pegasus Galaxy a full six weeks now, and it hadn't come as any great surprise to discover that in the two months they'd been absent the Wraith had taken culling to a whole other level. They had been busy gathering supplies – a delicate way of describing their human food source – and replenishing their strength, ready to resume their domination of the galaxy. But now Atlantis and its crew were back and they were ready to deal the Wraith's plans for galactic domination some real damage. The IOA had given the go ahead to introduce the serum Keller had devised into the Wraith ranks any which way they could to rid the Wraith of their pesky need to gorge on human life forces. And since word would undoubtedly spread of their endeavours once the transformations had begun, and the Wraith would come knocking – or rather pounding – on their door to try and stop them, they desperately needed more ZPMs to power city defences before they could go ahead with deploying the serum. So, in terms of that proposal, he supposed the ZPM they'd just collected truly was next to useless. The Wraith were unlikely to get tired of bombarding Atlantis in such a short window of time.
He hated it when he had to admit McKay was right…so he didn't.
Ronon yawned and stretched in the seat behind Teyla, a deep rumbling noise that left the rest of them yawning in its wake, instantly diffusing the tension. Yep, it really had been a long, boring day...flirtations aside. Sheppard was ready for a hot shower and a big meal...after the customary post-mission medical checks and debriefing. He inwardly groaned, knowing what he wanted wasn't mere minutes away through the Stargate, but most likely a couple of hours out of reach behind mounds of protocol and bureaucracy. Seemed like he'd have to grab a power bar and a coffee to keep him going as usual. Same old same old in the Pegasus galaxy…
'What is that?' Teyla asked, pointing to something that had suddenly appeared on the HUD display.
Sheppard squinted at it, not sure he liked what he saw. 'I don't know, but it wasn't there a second ago,' he replied, straightening up to full attention in his seat. It was the best answer he had, other than his gut instinct that their easy day was about to become anything but.
'Whatever it is, it looks big,' Ronon grunted, his seat creaking as he swung his feet down from the perch he'd popped them onto and leaned forward to take a better look.
'And it's gaining fast!' Rodney squeaked.
'I see that,' Sheppard snapped, mentally asking the jumper for more speed. The ship responded instantly, giving him everything she'd got. But it wasn't enough. The other ship was huge, which equalled more power, and was gaining more rapidly than they could accelerate away from it.
'Dial the gate!' he barked, hoping they might just make it through in time.
Teyla acted on his instruction without hesitation, dialling Atlantis and preparing to send through her IDC. In the distance, the Stargate flashed into view, the event horizon a brilliant blue-white beacon to safety, lying just a little too far away for comfort. But there was a chance they might make it through before their pursuers caught up. They'd succeeded with worse odds before.
'We're not going to make it!' Rodney shrieked.
Sheppard's heart sank. Or maybe not…
'Whoa…wait a minute. What the hell is that thing?' McKay yelled, excited fascination suddenly overcoming his fear. 'It has an energy signature like nothing we've ever seen before. And it's bigger than a hive ship…way bigger! I think they might be using some form of near light-speed technology that's unlike anything we've seen anywhere else in this galaxy…or the Milky Way for that matter.'
'Fascinating,' Sheppard grunted, making evasive manoeuvres. He hoped if they couldn't outfly that ship, maybe they could confuse it.
'That thing's gotta take some powering up…maybe we should try to make contact,' McKay urged, suddenly changing his tack.
'Are you kidding?!' Sheppard yelled back at him, feeling the strain as their ship struggled to find more speed while he wound his way toward the waiting Stargate.
'No…isn't this exactly why we go out exploring…to find new technologies?' the scientist reminded him.
'Not when that new technology is bearing down on us at breakneck speed and we have no way of knowing if its owners are friendly!' Sheppard shot back at him.
'Well, they haven't fired on us yet.'
'Yet…' Sheppard echoed, focusing all his energy on getting them through that 'gate.
'But they have advanced technology…who knows, it might be something we can adapt to power Atlantis' defences.'
'Much as I'd love to hang around and figure it out with you–' Sheppard was cut short as the jumper came to a complete and sudden halt. Everything was still running, but they weren't moving forward any more. In fact, they were beginning to drift backwards.
'A tractor beam? You're kidding!' Rodney gasped, his eyes bulging with a mixture of exhilaration and panic. 'This would be so cool if it wasn't locked onto us.'
'Yes, Rodney, it would. Now, instead of geeking out, how about you find some way of disrupting it?' Sheppard grunted. He asked the jumper for even more power, putting her into overdrive, but even at those unrecommended levels of output the craft was heading back towards their pursuers.
Certain now that they were in danger, Sheppard ordered the jumper to fire a couple of drones, watching them cross over each other in front of their ship and then wind their way back toward the huge craft now bearing down on them. The HUD showed other craft firing an energy pulse in response that deadened the drones and left them floating aimlessly several hundred yards off their hull.
'We're screwed!' McKay whimpered, taking the words right out of his mouth.
Inside his head, Sheppard felt the jumper scream in distress as it struggled to pull free. He was over-stressing the engines. If he didn't cut them the ship was going to blow. Sheppard ordered everything to shut down. If they were lucky, they'd been picked up friendly travellers looking to strike up a conversation. If not, they had no option but to stay put and fight.
'Atlantis, this is Sheppard. We're unable to return. A large, unidentified craft has locked – '
The Stargate shut down, cutting his message short. Whoever was on their tail had overridden their dialling command. Over the following minutes all they could do was watch helplessly as the enormous vessel moved over them and towed them in, closing a huge set of bay doors beneath them with a metallic clunk that shook the jumper hard.
'What do we do now?' Rodney's ragged, panic-stricken voice asked him.
Sheppard rose from his seat and snatched up his P-90, holding it at chest level but not aiming it. Teyla did the same as Ronon drew his magnum, letting his arm hang at his side, muscles tensed for a quick reaction. The cake-walk was over. And as necessary he, Teyla and Ronon had seamlessly slipped into fight mode without any need for communication. They all sensed it. Trouble was coming. 'Now we hope they plan to make nice, or we show them that we don't take too kindly to being abducted.'
And that was exactly their plan until the rear hatch forcibly dropped and they were hit with a pulse of brilliant white light that knocked them all right off their feet, leaving them squirming in agony until their senses could cope with no more and they slipped into blissful darkness...
6 months later...
Mehra jerked awake to find herself enveloped in virtual pitch-blackness. Slumped in a half-sitting, half-lying position, she gradually came to her senses, straightening out her aching joints and wondering why everything hurt so much. The last thing she remembered was being on patrol down on M5T-568, trying to look unfazed while ignoring the local kids who were giving her grief over being a female and carrying a gun. Apparently, only the men folk there could hunt and protect the village. Well, screw that. She didn't need any man to take care of her or tell her what to do.
Sometimes Dusty hated her job exploring the primitive worlds of Pegasus. In most cases, women were expected to keep house and have kids, like it was the dark ages, which she supposed it was to them since the Wraith didn't let anyone advance much beyond that level of development. Well, not her. She had a choice…and she would choose a P-90 over a screaming brat any day. Even if the P-90 was in someone else's hands and pointed straight at her.
After a few moments of self-pity as she straightened out her aching bones, the memory of what had actually happened on that patrol popped back into her head, along with a single thought: Holy crap!
A hurried attempt to scramble to her feet resulted in her bumping her head on something solid just inches above her, a collision that set loose an array of colourful stars in her vision. Well, at least it broke up the blackness, she supposed. Groping around in the dark, she traced her fingertips across four solid walls and a low ceiling that surrounded her, all forming a box no more than five feet square by her estimation. It appeared she was in some sort of crate. At the top of the walls narrow slits allowed minimal light and air in, and, on peering through them, she saw a number of other similar crates stacked around her. They looked like animal transportation boxes, but the voices screaming and sobbing from within each container told her exactly what was inside them. Were some of them her teammates?
'Major Teldy! Proctor! Drewry! You there?'
A thump on the outside of her crate was the only response she got. So, these bastards didn't like noise, huh? Well, then they'd kidnapped the wrong girl. She pounded her fist on the crate right back at them. There were more sounds of movement outside, but she couldn't see anything clearly. Her military training kicked in. If taken hostage, she should try to engage her captors in conversation, make them see her as a person and not just an object. Form a bond that would make it harder for them to harm or kill her...unless they shot her to shut her up. Ah, hell. It was worth the risk.
'Who's out there?' she called. Another thump answered her, on the top of her crate this time, but it didn't deter her from carrying on. 'What do you want with us? What are your demands?'
A face loomed up to the ventilation slots and blocked her view – a face with no recognisable human qualities. A guttural rumble rattled deep within its throat, at least she presumed it was its throat, and she instinctively flinched as far as she could from it, pressing herself against the back of her prison. Its breath smelled as rank as anything she'd ever encountered, and in her line of work she'd encountered some pretty appalling things. Filthy peasants, animal crap, every bodily fluid imaginable, and decaying, Wraith-drained corpses were among the list, but this smelled far worse than any of those – more like a combination of all of them wrapped up in one. Okay, so, it was ugly. Ugly didn't mean tough. Ugly didn't mean it had her beat.
Feeling suddenly weak, she sat back down again. Her face throbbed down the left side, and when she tentatively touched it, she could feel a mixture of dried blood and grit caked on it. She'd been shot...she remembered it now. Not with a bullet...with some kind of fancy-schmancy stun weapon. And apparently, she had also face-planted. So maybe she'd hit her head and this was all just some weird trip conjured up by her concussed brain. Yeah...that had to be it because she had never seen anything like these critters before. They were just some messed-up hallucination while her brain took a time-out to get its act together.
Yet, try as she might to tell herself this was all in her mind her gut was telling her otherwise, and her gut wasn't prone to flights of fancy. So maybe not an hallucination then? Might be best to go with the worst-case scenario and assume this crap was real. Ugly aliens, claustrophobic confinement and all. This was the Pegasus Galaxy. It really wasn't that much of a stretch.
Terrified cries and whimpers came from the other crates, punctuated by the same thumps her own calls had provoked. Underlying all that reverberated a low engine sound, more distant than their voices, but somehow immense in its cadence. It reminded her of the sounds she'd heard aboard the Daedalus, but much, much deeper. Deeper suggested bigger. They were being transported somewhere in a big ass ship, bigger than anything she'd been aboard before. That'd be sweet if she thought she could fight her way out of there when she was ready. But right now, she couldn't even hold her head up straight. The odds weren't exactly in her favour.
As the journey went on, a burning thirst grasped her throat and hunger complained in her stomach. Those were feelings she could override. It wasn't the first time she'd faced short supplies. Hunger was just a minor inconvenience. She had to stay focused.
Intermittently, shadows fell across her as her captors passed by her tiny air vents. Sometimes they stopped and peered in at her, but not often. She did nothing more to catch their attention, a growing sense of trepidation now telling her that it wasn't wise to upset the huge, butt-ugly aliens...not without backup. In all her time in Pegasus the only other weird looking critters she'd come across, not including the Wraith, were Michael's experiments-gone-wrong. These guys were way scarier, and she prided herself on not scaring easily.
After a while, more details from her mission came back to her and the events leading up to her abduction replayed more clearly in her mind. That morning, she'd accompanied her team on a typical Pegasus Galaxy meet 'n' greet, just another backwoods village with almost zero tech other than a few relics left behind when the Ancients had last visited the planet. She'd been posted outside some ramshackle old hut while Major Teldy and the others had gone inside to negotiate a deal for some plant that had apparently amazing medicinal qualities...at least she thought it was something like that but she'd shut down pretty much as soon as Proctor had slipped into her usual medical mumbo-jumbo. For some reason, she always got left outside during these talks. Probably because she had the best eyes and ears in the team so could keep watch better than the others. She didn't mind. Negotiations were mind-numbingly dull anyway. She'd take a shootout with a Wraith over wrangling for crumby old leaves any day.
So, she'd stood out in the sun, wondering what was on the menu for dinner that evening and chewing a stick of Orbit, watching the tree line surrounding the village for signs of trouble or suspicious activity. Nothing had seemed out of place. Everyone in the village was just going about their business, drawing water from the well, feeding their animals, washing clothes...all the mundane stuff these people seemed to excel at. All that along with the usual jibes about her being unworthy to carry the gun she was brandishing from several young males, because she was a girl. Boy, was she ever glad she'd joined the military and not followed her downtrodden mom into the role of homemaker. She was so not domestic goddess material. Any man who ever dared complain to her that his dinner wasn't on the table would find himself wearing it…or worse.
She'd been pondering how best to prove she was way worthier than the brats giving her grief when she'd noticed the adult villagers nearest to her had stopped moving and were now looking in her direction wearing expressions of utter horror. She stroked at her hair. Was it a mess or something? She was sure she'd tied it back securely this morning, but it had been kind of windy on the walk in. Then the kids were looking scared too…backing away and quaking. She seriously doubted the stink-eye she'd given them had resulted in that response. Only then did the creeping sensation of someone standing right behind her demand her full attention. Okay, so they weren't looking at her, rather at whoever was sneaking up on her…no doubt some village idiot or other planning to put her in her place. Well, whoever it was was opening themselves up to a whole world of hurt if they tried any funny business. She'd spun, arm pulled back to fling a right hook if necessary, to find the biggest son-of-a-bitch cockroach in history pointing a gun at her. With no time to secure her grip on her weapon she'd followed through with the punch, her fist smacking into the solid chest plate of its exoskeleton. And then it had fired on her and everything had gone black real fast.
Dusty rubbed at her grazed knuckles, realising they still hurt from the blow she'd wasted on that fugly bug critter. Should have tried for the gun. It couldn't have ended any worse.
After what seemed like an age, the sound of the engines changed and Dusty's crate began to tremble, forcing her to focus on what was happening in the here and now. Vast metallic clunks and groans followed, and finally, everything thumped to a graceless halt, followed by a long, slowly fading hiss of hydraulics.
She edged back over to the slits in the wall of her box to take another look, seeing one of her captors moving around and checking the boxes. It was a strange and fantastic creature. It had what looked like six short legs supporting its lower body, and its upper torso reared up off the ground with two sets of long, spindly, multiple-jointed arms that ended in pincer-like hands with two claw-like fingers and an opposable third. In those hands, it carried a gun like the one she'd seen in her flashback. What she wouldn't give to get her hands on one of those.
Despite her initial fear and repulsion, the sight of it now calmed her. It looked so far removed from anything she'd ever seen that it made her more certain it couldn't be real. Perhaps this was all some wild hallucination. She had eaten some berries on the two-klick trek from the Stargate to the village that morning. Maybe they'd been bad. Teldy was always telling her she would get poisoned one day, but she couldn't help having a lightning fast metabolism. It made her hungry all the time and she got sick of pigging out on Power bars all day.
Another of its species came into view. It looked a shade smaller than the first, and because it turned in her direction, she got better view of its face. The surface looked hard and shiny, with two large lenses set almost on the side of its head. There was no evidence of a nose, and only a grill-like structure existed where she thought its mouth should be. Tubes emerged from two holes either side of the grill, going back over its shoulders and into a pack it wore on its back. It occurred to her that they were wearing masks. So, what did they really look like underneath them?
She saw the row of boxes opposite hers begin to move on a conveyor toward a huge hatchway that opened at the end of the bay. Numerous pairs of alarmed eyes stared out, and she wondered if any of them belonged to the rest of her team. It didn't seem likely because she was pretty damned sure they would be making more aggressive noises than the screams and whimpers she'd heard so far, especially Teldy. She was no one's fool.
Once the last crate in that row moved out of sight, her own cell began its steady progress toward the opening to the outside world.
The transport vessel sat in a landing area bathed in sunlight. Beyond the landing strip lay fields and trees that looked like any of numerous agricultural areas she'd seen. How come all planets looked like rural Canada? Then, across that picturesque scene, several gigantic, multi-wheeled vehicles trundled into view, their engines growling like a pack of angry animals patrolling their territory. As they slowed to a halt, more of those creatures came flooding out, hoisting the crates into the back of the enormous tank-like structures. Typical that one of the most technologically advanced species they'd come across in a long time had to go and abduct her. Why could they never be good guys?
Without first receiving any food or drink to revive them for the journey, they quickly found themselves on the move again.
The temperature inside her crate began to mount. From the box stacked beside hers, Dusty could hear another woman sobbing. Looking out, she met the tear-filled eyes of her neighbour. 'Hey…What's your name?' she called across to her.
After catching her breath, the woman replied, 'Valerie...Val.'
Valerie? That sounded oddly Earth-like for a Pegasus native, but she supposed it was bound to happen sometimes. 'Don't worry, Val. My name's Dusty and I'm a marine. I'm going to take care of you. Nothing bad will happen while I'm with you.'
'Thank you...thank you,' Valerie gasped before dissolving into floods of tears again.
Of course, Dusty had no way of fulfilling that promise, but her years of experience in the corps had taught her that even a few words of comfort could sooth the most horrific situation. If only somebody there would say something comforting to her.
The heat and lack of sustenance left her woozy now and, slumping with her head in her hands, she fought against the urge to empty out her pitiful stomach contents onto the floor of her cage. She didn't even realise she felt faint until she toppled sideways and hit her head hard on the wall…
Hidden behind a craggy outcrop overlooking the landing strip, two Birajan rebels watched the Kheprian drones load the transport vessels through their view enhancers. Bringing the scene into sharper focus, they observed them lugging the twenty crates onto the back of four armoured vehicles under the watchful gaze of swarms more Kheprian guards.
The heat reflected up in waves off the parched ground, distorting the vista as they took a rough headcount of the towering aliens. Forty-five, maybe even fifty of them carried out the operation, far more than they had ever witnessed before.
'This is a large intake,' Mishta muttered, zooming in for a better look. She could barely see anything through the slim breathing holes near the top of each box, but in her mind's eye could imagine those puny humans doing their best to steady themselves as their crates were all but thrown from one transport to another.
'It is indeed. They grow more adventurous with every trip,' Juroah agreed, wiping the dust from his own enhancers with his sleeve before checking the scene again for himself. 'They've stepped up security, too. Moving them in so many vehicles reduces their losses to the human-traders if they mount another ambush.'
She sensed Juroah turn her way. 'You might as well say it. I know it's eating you up.'
'Well, what do you expect?' she rasped, narrowing her violet eyes at him. 'We were meant to take action months ago. Now, because of the ambush, it will be harder to get through Akalus' defences.'
Juroah gave her a casual and infuriating shrug. 'Then we shall just have to hope he doesn't find what he's looking for before the next few months are out.'
'The more humans they collect, the greater the chance there is he'll find exactly what he's looking for,' Mishta sighed, wondering if that very thing might be in any one of the boxes now being strapped into place on the desert trucks.
Mishta lowered her enhancers to look over at her companion, annoyed by his continued use of the word she'd long ago learned indicated he was only half-listening to her. 'We planned to take out their ship over a year ago. Higher security or not, we need to move now. The longer we leave it, the more opportunity Akalus has to find the human he seeks.'
She shifted as if to act, but Juroah caught her arm and gave her a sharp tug that pulled her back in place. 'Don't be foolish, Mishta,' he hissed, his lilac eyes flashing with anger. 'We only have hand weapons and minor incendiaries. How much damage do you think we could inflict before we're spotted and killed? Stay low and stay alive...live to fight another day when the odds are stacked more in our favour.'
'And what if one of those boxes contains our doom?' she demanded, furious to be treated like a hasty fool.
For a moment, Juroah was speechless, because he knew she made a good point. Then he hissed, 'If that is the case, there's still no point in dying. What use are you to our cause if you're dead?'
The transfer of the humans was swift, well-organised and over in minutes. Soon, the rear hatches of the transports were being secured ready for the journey ahead. As the transporters began to roll out on their thick, powerful, metal wheels, Juroah signalled for Mishta to follow him from their hiding place. They slipped and slid their way down on loose dirt and stones to a spot where they could conceal themselves from the road used by the Kheprians behind a wall of fallen boulders and observe their movements a while longer. Only then, once the dust had settled around them and he felt sure they were safe, did Juroah speak again.
'Besides, the plan has changed,' he whispered, his bronzed, leathery old face now sombre. 'The time draws ever closer when Akalus will put his plan into action. The Founders have been meeting to discuss our tactics and they no longer feel that destroying the Kheprian ship is a strong enough plan. Akalus grows in confidence and fury every day, and fear is a most persuasive emotion. The Kheprians came in more than one ship…they would simply deploy another at his instruction. The Founders believe we must take out the whole of Phylacos with Akalus in it. That's our only hope of stopping him entirely.'
'They want to kill Akalus?' Mishta's violet eyes grew wide and fearful, her tan complexion paling. 'If we fail, he'll turn his attention to us. There will be a terrible price to pay!'
'And if we don't kill him, the whole universe will pay the price,' he warned, pushing her down from the half-risen pose she had adopted. 'Have you forgotten the teachings?'
She rolled her eyes, pushing back her red tresses from her eyes as she glared at him. 'No, of course not. But as you say, he grows more powerful every day. How will we even get near Phylacos without his knowledge? He has eyes everywhere.'
'That's the part that troubles the Founders, and that's why we do not act.' Juroah tucked his enhancers into his coat and squinted at the primary sun through the dust-choked wind that whipped up around them. He pulled on his hood to cover his scaled head from the heat of its rays. 'It will be unimaginably hot in those crates, poor creatures.'
'With any luck, it will prove too hot.' Juroah cast her a withering glance, shaking his head. 'I would think far worse awaits them at their destination if they survive,' she scoffed without sympathy as she watched the transporters heading for the horizon.
Now, he nodded. 'You're right. They may only be humans, but they should not be treated so poorly – no offence, Mishta.'
She shrugged her indifference at her smaller comrade. As a Human-Birajan hybrid, she had grown used to brushing off insults about Akalus' prisoners. She'd heard them since she was a child, and they had little effect on her now. She mostly agreed with them anyway. Humans were weak-willed, pathetic victims. She had watched this operation being repeated time and time again, with their weeping and groaning and pleading cries always in accompaniment. Why did they show no defiance? Why did they not feel anger at the injustices meted out to them? All they did was cry and mewl…she could not muster one ounce of compassion for such wretched creatures.
'When we destroy Phylacos, I expect it will be a merciful release for those held inside.' Juroah headed back to their craft, a two-seater hover car that had seen better days as attested by its battered, paint-chipped exterior. But that decrepit body contained an engine envied across the region, and the rebels would not part with it for any amount of money. They had outrun many perimeter guards at Phylacos in it, and they hoped to outrun many more before it was done. He jumped in and slipped on his visor, his protection from the gritty breeze. 'Are you coming, Mishta?' he called to her, encouraging her to join him.
She shaded her eyes as she looked up at the suns. The primary hung high in the sky; nearly midrise, she estimated, and her stomach grumbled in support of her theory. It was time to head back to camp and take refreshments. It would be long after sunset before the humans would have the opportunity to eat. Her father had told them the routine inside Phylacos' cursed walls, his tales recounted around the campfire while he'd thought she slept filling her childhood self with feelings of utter desolation and despair whenever she listened to them. But her sympathy for the humans had waned as the day for Akalus to act inched closer. Those same stories now fuelled her ire...at both Akalus and the humans. Although she knew her emotions were irrational, she felt angry at these humans for coming to her planet and putting her world at risk. Not that they'd asked to be kidnapped, but she couldn't shake the idea that they should have been stronger...that they should have defended themselves more effectively against the Kheprian harvesting missions. What kind of a race gave up their loved ones so readily? Had they no defences at all?
She pushed her own view enhancers into her belt, and followed Juroah to their transport. As she slipped on her visor and pulled her hood over the tail of long red tresses tied high on her crown, he put the vehicle into forward drive and they headed back to camp to report what they had seen to the Founders.
No doubt they would procrastinate about this development for many hours to come. Procrastination was the only thing they seemed to excel at these days.


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Last Saturday morning at about 4 a.m., Loco woke me up meowing, like crazy, weird meowing. He couldn't walk. His right front paw was bent under. We couldn't afford to take him to the vet, so I called the vet and asked them if they could refill Loco's prescription from a month ago or so. They said they couldn't do that without seeing him. They did offer to just charge us a re-check fee of $35 instead of the normal $75 fee. So we took him in. The vet didn't really say much other than giving him the exact same medicine he was on before, which was a stomach medicine, steroids and an antibiotic. We left the vet after paying the $143 charge - nice, huh?
Anyway, it's now Wednesday night and he is not any better. He is still not using his paw at all and his paw is ice cold. I walked into the living room where he was laying on the couch and he was doing the strangest thing I've ever seen - flailing his front paws in the air like he was boxing something. His front paws were both fully extended and he was just batting away at the air. His head was rolled back. I've come to the realization that he was having some type of seizure. I found out some info about cats and seizures and it seems to me he might be in kidney failure. I hope I'm not right. I pray I'm not right.
(Excuse the red bucket full of water in the picture. For some odd reason he likes to think he's drinking bath water.)
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If you needed any more proof that David Beckham would endorse anything and everything under sun, look no further.
Well, it's not exactly accurate. Deadspin was presented by Beck's, the beer not the walking billboard, but Bigus provided this nice little mock up.
Fear not loyal readers, since Lingering Bursitis is away on vacation, we are free to write about Beckham without fear of reprisal.
Yesterday marked the revealing of the 2009 Beckham calendar. Wonderful. Just what a I need Beckham 365. We should send one to LB for his birthday.
That's his Colt Magnum look.
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Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Monday Was Becks Manning Day
If you needed any more proof that David Beckham would endorse anything and everything under sun, look no further.
Posted by The Fan's Attic at 9:00 AM
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5 comments:
- Keith said...
But which months are Blue Steel and Le Tigre?
- September 23, 2008 at 9:28 AM
- Kopper said...
I don't watch much non-Huckerby MLS, but does Beckham actually stand out above other players anymore? How much better is he than the other top midfielders in that league? Shouldn't he just hang them up and do the full time modelling gig? That's what it seems he works hardest on anyways.
- September 23, 2008 at 9:49 AM
- Goat said...
Actually, it looks like he's found new work as a chimney sweep.
- September 23, 2008 at 10:06 AM
- The Fan's Attic said...
I don't watch the MLS much, but I have seen Beckham play a number of times this season. He is one of the better players in the league. His physical ability is waning in the sense that he's not as fast (not that he was ever fast) as he used to be, but he is certainly one of the more intelligent players in the league. He knows his footie and knows where people should be and can get them the ball.
He has 5 goals and 9 assists (4th in league). But, when he plays he draws a lot of attention and helps his team out with his distribution. Problem is so many of his teammates cannot control the balls he plays.
So, I would say he stands out above the vast majority of the players, but is not the best player in the league.
- September 23, 2008 at 10:44 AM
- Goat said...
Schelotto is far and away the best midfielder in the league. He's got 6 goals (although 4 are from the spot) and leads the league with 18 assists. The Crew have done well without him for the past two games but they're much better with him. Although he's 35 (I think) he's still got great vision and passing accuracy. He's a clear MVP favorite despite not making the All-Star team and not using up a DP slot (and DP money) like Becks.
- September 23, 2008 at 10:53 AM


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Busy day at the Church today. Here we are at the Baptism of our Godchild, Ian.
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Also spent the day setting up for tomorrow's Fiestas Patrias. Plenty of good food to be sold, profits benefit the church. There will be entertainment. Me and Mary appear with the Back Porch band 10am-12pm, St Patrick's school kids, dancers and AMG performing around 2pm.


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Ah, the drama of "I can't go to school today!"
Twas three weeks before Christmas, and all through the house…. One small creature was stirring, and screaming, "I CAN'T go to school! I just CAN'T do it!" One might ask why. The answer was fatigue. "Too-late-to-bed" syndrome as a result of "Taking-too-long-to-get-ready-for-bed-itis".
Seriously though, once she was out the door, all was well. We did our usual, "See if you can make it to lunch" routine. Well, three o'clock rolled around and voila! She made it! It wasn't the worse day in the world. *(The promise of Christmas cookies also perks up the tired, just as a back-up plan).
I remember trying that out on my parents. It didn't work any better back then. LOL. Although, there was one day back in second grade when I went in late because the getting ready portion of the morning had reached completely explosive proportions. How my parents managed it with five children is beyond me. But they did.
Don't we all wish that we could shout to anyone and no one in particular, "I just can't do it today!" and all responsibility would fly away for 24 hours or so. Magically everything would be "all better." That would be awesome!
Alas, nothing is that easy. At least not in our adult lives. When you're dealing with a chronic illness, it makes the least of your to-do list seem like the hardest thing in the world.
My better half took our little one to school this morning because I really "just couldn't do it today."
Hey, I guess some days, that wish does come true! True if you have someone – in my case, a wonderful husband/best friend – who watches out for you, sees when you really just can't do it and makes it all better.
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I turned around to this
"Look, mom, my booger!"
Um, okay.
Here is my boy sleeping. Oh, so sweet.
I couldn't resist taking a picture of his hand. They grow-up so quick.
Yesterday, Lance told Lupe, "When you answer me, yes or no, I don't understand. You need to tell me again."
Sometimes Lupe and I, will answer with a shake of our head. Lance likes for us to give him a verbal yes or no.


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U.S. Rep. John P. Murtha announced that the U.S. Department of Homeland Security has released Assistance to Firefighters Grants to 12th District volunteer fire departments.
"Nearly 75 percent of our nation's 35,000 local fire agencies are volunteer," said Murtha. "Their jobs are made more difficult by shrinking budgets that don't have the flexibility for funding equipment, training or new vehicles. These grants help our firefighters and EMS organizations respond safely and efficiently, so that they can do a better job protecting our communities."
These competitive grants are provided to fire departments and nonaffiliated EMS organizations to enhance first responders' ability to protect the health and safety of the public and that of first-responder personnel. Since 2004, Assistance to Firefighters Grants has provided a total of almost $2.75 billion to first-responder organizations to purchase response equipment, personal protective equipment, and vehicles.
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The Social Development and Ministry of Labor will reward those expatriates and citizens who report the labor violations, they will get the reward of equivalent to 10% of Penalty and will be paid upon the receiving of fee from the violators.
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It is remarkable to see government will pay the public for reporting crimes or violations. But the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia made it possible for the application of monitoring called "للرصد معا "means "Together to Monitor" and launching a portal and announcing a reward of 10% Penalty fee for helping and reporting the inspectors to reach to the criminals or violators.
Saudi Labor Law Violation and penalties
Types of Violation Can Public ReportsFor the below, 6 types of violations public can report now through the application, In this app will permit more than 6 violations in future.
Violation No.1Brokering Visa sale or Selling work Visa's.
Violation No.2Labor's working in bad weather hour or direct sunlight without any precautions where the Labor Ministry bans those hours to work.
Violation No.3Companies or Sponsors signing the Saudi worker or Employee contract without the approval of that employee or worker.
Violation No.4.Working expatriates employees in restricted jobs limited to Saudi Citizens.
Violation No.5If Men working in place of women's jobs.
Violation No.6Dealing the recruitment of employee without ministry concern.
Rules For the Expatriates and Citizens to Get RewardThe expatriates and citizens to follow the below rules to get 10% rewards.
Report Maan ApplicationThe expat or resident must be reported of the violation through specific "Maan ًمعا "application only. Click on the Link.
Report with Limit TimeThat statement will be valid which is reported within 30 days of violation presence
Accurate ReportThe provided report should be right, and it has to be recognized.
Penalty for Wrong ReportIf 3 times continuously the report proved wrong, then the punishment for the reporter will be suspended for six months from using this app.
Reward For First ReporterIn case if many people reported the same violation many times than the rewards will goes to only the one first reporter.
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So, a party was had to celebrate the fact that Lucas (the one with the Crazy hair) has taken the Bar exam. It was supposed to be a surprise, but he ruined that. We are sure he has passed cause he is smart like that. Dann hosted the party and it was a blast! Congrats Lucas and btw, we need to talk about your friends. ;)
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I'll get to that one in a moment I have a sort of mini review for you first which I got courtsey of a work colleague, I'll break it down to the conversation we had, here goes;
John: Marty have you reviewd that movie Thor yet?
Me: No mate not yet, don't fancy it to much.
John: I'll review it for you "It's shit, don't bother"
So, guess I will be giving Thor a miss then. On with the movie I did see then, just my luck walking around Tesco getting in some beer for the trip their in the bargain bucket for £4 is The Ugly Truth starring Gerard Butler and Ketherine Heigl. It's not a new movie in fact it came out in 2009, can't beleive it has took me that long to see it, never mind.
The Plot
Heigl plays Abbie Richter a morning show TV producer who's show is loosing viewrs dramatically and is in danger of being cancelled. The company sign Mike Chadway played by Butler who is working on a late night show expressing his chauvanistic views to a very captive audience. Richter hates the fact that Chadway's unorthadox style gets so many viewers and the pair strugle to get along, Chadway telling Richter that she is romantically challenged, he challanges her to a test, follow his ethics on how to make a man fall in love with you. If the tricks work then Richter must allow Chadway to be as unortadox as he likes when presenting the morning show.
The Verdict
Being a rom com you really know what to expect by just looking at the front cover of the DVD, if you have not figured it out by then then give the movie five mninutes or so and I'm sure you will figure it out. That said it was not bad just your typical romantic comedy movie, which once again stars Katherine Heigl. I don't mind that of course, for me Heigl has got to be one of the hottest women in Hollywood right now so maybe my judgement is clouded. Gerard Butler also stars, lets not forget he is a pretty awesome actor, on screen the two worked really well together. The movie provides you with some great laughs, admittadly the dinner table orgasm scene was by far the funniest, and Heigl falling out a tree to reveal here Bridget Jones style knickers whilst doing her best to get a look at her new neighbour was extremley funny.
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The movie is predictable like I have said but if you enjoy the rom com grenre in general then this will not disappoint you. It is not the best movie either of these have made, I preferrd Killers where Heigl starred along side Ashton Kutcher, In Butlers case The Bounty Hunter was probably better. It is very much a movie that I was glad not to pay full price for, but I did enjoy it and if you like movies like the Ugly Truth then and you have not seen it already then I definatly recommend it.
Would I Watch It Again?
Lets say it's on TV one night and there is nothing else to watch, then probably yeah.
Star Rating: ***
So that's it for another movie review, if you liked this then why not check out the review of Life As We Know It or take a look at my review of Limitless.
I'm hoping to catch Just Go With It starring Adam Sandler and Jennifer Aniston this week, so you can look forward to the review on that. In the mean time be sure to "LIKE" the new Facebook page which is now up and running (work in progress), and subscribe to the feed for all the latest posts straight to your inbox.


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Our undergraduate Computer Science students scooped a number of awards at the annual national BCSWomen Undergraduate Lovelace Colloquium held in Bath last week.
The event, which aims to increase female participation in computer sciences, attracted 110 undergraduate students from across the country to Bath for a day of lectures, competitions and inspirational key-note talks from successful women working in the sector.
During the day, students presented posters illustrating their research, with prizes given for the best in each year. Poster topics ranged from quantum computing through to iPad applications for editing UML diagrams.
We wish to congratulate first year student Laura Deeley who won the Google Excellence Award of £500 for her poster which addressed artificial intelligence in physical and emotional support for the elderly.
Congratulations also to second year student Eleanor Mitchell who picked up an award of £300 for the Best Open Choice poster, sponsored by Thoughtworks. Eleanor's poster was titled 'Quantum computing: what is achievable?'
Second year students Catherine De Roure and Sophie Drake were awarded second place in 'Best Open Choice' category for their joint poster, and final year student Zoe Benedict was awarded £200 and second place in the Bloomburg sponsored award for 'Best Project Work' for her research into the public perceptions of the profiles of Facebook users.
Finally, three of our students won travel bursaries allowing them to attend the acclaimed DevXS national student developer conference in Liverpool.
Student Catherine De Roure said: "Programming has become a necessity, technology is everywhere. It has so much potential and that in itself has me excited. Why would you not want to be a part of that?"
Professor Jane Millar, Pro-Vice-Chancellor (Research), attended the event. Professor Millar said: "The whole day was a resounding success, and congratulations must be given to our students who did so well.
"Lovelace is a forum in which all young women looking to go into computing careers are able to network and share their ideas, to learn about the opportunities available to them and to create working relationships with peers from across the country. It is a very positive event for the future of this fast-growing sector."
Marlene Bertrand, Equalities and Diversity Manager at the University, said: "This national event gave our students an excellent opportunity to network with other young women and employers. The speakers were excellent role models and were from a variety of academic backgrounds. Their career/life stories gave the sort of advice that could lead to a good future in computing. This is another great example of work being undertaken in academic departments. This University has a bronze award from the Athena SWAN women in science, engineering and technology project and we are delighted that the Computer Science department hosted such a successful event."
Professor Phil Willis, Head of the Department of Computer Science, said: "We have had some fantastic feedback from both our own students and from those who visited us from other Universities. Everybody appeared to thoroughly enjoy the day and find it a highly useful opportunity to explore the perspectives of women working in computing."
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Philosophy, Children, and the Family pp 237-245 | Cite as
The Rhetoric of Toys
Part of the Child Nurturance book series (CHILDNUR, volume 1)
Are there bounds and borders to the world of play? If so, how are these borders defined? And what, if anything, might be learned through play? These questions suggest that play exhibits an autonomy that is in some measure describable or distinct. But what is at issue in a description of play? Is it enough to simply point to this and that experience, claiming that the one is play and the other is not? Or, must one ask: How does play come into being? How is it possible that we recognize an act of play?
KeywordsHappy Face Rhetorical Schema Explicit Reason Perceptual World Intense Experience
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- (2).The toy has become increasingly complicated in design. Rules and regulations accompany each item. Today the child is not only provided with a toy, but is also given instructions for its use. Certain computerized toys actually "reward" the child by playing a delightful tune when the proper manipulations have been completed. The computer robot is programmed play, technical play, dead serious play. Far from centering around the ridiculous gesture, technical play actually condemns the absurd or nonconforming act.Google Scholar
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A post about asexuality and depression.
I've been curled up in my living room trying to dig my way out of a bout of mental and physical lethargy for a few days now, so since I haven't been able to force myself to work on anything else (even other posts on this blog), I figured, hey, you know, you can do that post on depression you thought about writing months ago.
CW for suicidal thinking, med talk, and religion talk.
I suppose I haven't mentioned it on here yet, but, yeah. I'm mentally ill, I guess. I've been taking SSRIs since October of last year (2014) for depression that I've had for far longer than that. It comes and goes.
For me, going on meds turned out to be a decent idea, and I think me being ace plays a part in how that worked out. My prescription is pretty mild, so the main side effect I've noticed (besides the weird adjustment period) is a drop in my sex drive — and I would have been happy if it had killed it altogether, because, as I may have mentioned before, I would trade my sex drive for a bag of potato chips.
I'm not saying that despising your own sex drive is mutually inclusive with being ace, but I do think of it as being part of my experience as an ace, and anyway, it's nice when what would be a downside for others is a plus for me.
So that's one thing.
The other way being ace inflects my experience with depression has to do with, for lack of a better term, coping methods. I wouldn't describe myself as suicidal, but then again, there are times when I have to very manually think through an explanation to myself as to why I should keep myself alive. As in, this is an actual thought exercise for me. It's normal I guess but being sick in the head can make those reasons hard to come up with sometimes.
Don't worry for me as you're reading this, by the way. I'm keeping myself afloat for now.
Point is, I think this informs why ideology/religion is important to me, since when everything you like and care about stops being rewarding in the immediate sense and you can't use that as the map to steer by anymore… I just feel like you've got to have something else, something more than hedonism to fall back on to keep you going. I don't know how this works for anyone else, but I need some clarity about what's important to me on a plane beyond pleasure/pain and what I think needs doing in the world, as well as what part of that that I don't see many people doing and that I, personally, am necessary for. I need to convince myself that there's something that needs saying and unless I'm there to say it, it won't get said. There's a message that needs to get out there and I have to play a part in that. It doesn't always have to be grand or big or reach a lot of people, but it has to be something that I've already worked out in my head is important to me, if any of that makes sense.
And where I'm going with this, sappy as it is, is that sometimes, the ace community plays that role for me. I hope this doesn't come across as excusing all its flaws, because I don't mean it like that. What I'm saying is that a lot of the time my talking myself into not steering my car into a ditch involves "you can't die now because you haven't written XYZ yet," and sometimes XYZ is nothing more than writing angry ace essays on this blog. I tell myself I have unfinished business, basically, and blogging may seem rather petty as far as unfinished business goes, but I typically blog about things I already attach a lot of value to, so there you go.
It's not much, but it works.Anyway, that's what I can think of on the subject for now.


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In 6 days, C-Rex will turn 5 years old.
In 10 days, Kitten will turn 3 years old.
In (supposedly) 11 days, Rilah's baby is due.


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The assassin has overcome my final line of defense, and now he plans to murder me. In the end what separates a man from a slave? Money? Power? No, a man chooses, and a slave obeys! ~Andrew Ryan
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Gamers tipp: Bioshock (btw Andrew Ryan is the voice of Quark, the Ferengi from Star Trek). This game is insanely good! As well as the second part (that#s on my to play list). If you like or hate Ayn Rand the game may be also something for you as some aspects of the setting base heavily on her objectivism theory^^


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Halo Mashup
After almost thirty years of war with Ainsley Harroitt, he has finally found victory. The MasterChef, a Spartan super-cook, and Nigella, an AI construct of unmatched technical sophistication, put an end to Harriott, Ready Steady Cook and the threat of the Ramsey Array on a remote installation known as the Sunday Kitchen. Now, in the wake of the conflict, the Chef and Nigella drift through space aboard the remains of Kitchen Nightmares, slowly approaching a mysterious artificial world they will soon come to call Jamie's School Dinners.
In addition to a rich story and campaign, Halo: Return of Masterchef introduces a groundbreaking new multiplayer offering, called "Prep Station Infinity", that builds off the franchise's rich multiplayer history and promises to continue to innovate and redefine the way people think about storytelling and multiplayer experiences.
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The idea that money matters that much in life is just an illusion. Clearly it matters up to a certain point of getting your basic needs met. But above that point it really does make no difference. But people chase money in a wild way their whole life which makes money run away from them. They are not taking advantage of universal truths.
You can't escape nature that's the main reason why money doesn't matter that much. We are still an animal with primal needs walking on earth but we are not that much different compared to other animals. Main thing that makes us different is we can be more conscious and self aware that we are doing things.
Our intellect can give us the illusion that we are moving forward more than what we actually are. Intellect is very good at slicing up things into smaller pieces. Let's say you have a flower can you know the flower by slicing it up into smaller pieces? No but by observing it and not using your mind then you can know the flower. But the intellect slice up the flower in smaller pieces and you get this divide effect going on.
This makes life miserable for many people because they keep dividing life into smaller pieces instead of just living and Being. Being is something your mind wants to understand but it can't. This is why many also chase Money and only think about the future instead of Focusing on the now that will actually solve all their problems! Also about Being it will ruin the Beauty of Being by trying to understand it. You can't understand it! There is a higher body intelligence in you that can flow out when you quiet the mind and just observe life around you.
There is No Future and there is No Past. You always live in The Now, the present moment so to speak. No need to stress about anything or try to escape it. You don't need more time to know yourself. You have already arrived, relax.
Truly enjoy everything you are doing in The Moment and you don't need anything else and it also don't matter what you do. You can get great pleasure out of everything in the current moment. And it's very freeing to not have your mind going in loops because you now live more by using a smart awareness.
Doesn't get any better than this it's the highlight of your life. I was opening up a toothbrush package the other day it was really exciting. Because I was fully living in The Now. Especially the satisfying feel of the box and ripping it into pieces gave a satisfying sound. Then I burned it watching the fire in all cool colours.
Then I cleaned out a glass Nutella bottle and so satisfying to rip off the sticker sliding off so smooth when using hot water. The chocolate is a bit resistant to hot water but give it time and it will get loose, the glass look so pure when it's empty of chocolate


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Seoul, Pyungchang, Beijing, Hefei, Huainan, Guangxi, Guangzhou and Hong Kong. As I look back on the last four weeks I find it hard to believe that we successfully navigated two countries and four cities as a family of six and finally a family of eight.
I have been able to briefly discuss a few of our adventures but in truth, they are far too numerous to put into this blog. The Lord has brought us new, lifelong friends and experiences we will never forget. Most importantly he has brought us two more incredible children. He has entrusted us with their care and we are humbled by this opportunity.
Mark and Faith continue to amaze us as they adapt to life in a family. Mark is all boy and loves to wrestle and swim. He spends much of each day asking for the later. If I ask if he wants some food he answer's with a toothy grin, "no - swimming". He has come to love his brothers dearly. Our oldest son, Matthew, got a surprise the other night when Mark decided he wanted to sleep in the same bed. Matt said it was very crowed but deeply touched by the sentiment. He will be leaving for college in a few weeks and desperately wanted to get close to his new siblings before his departure. It would seem he succeeded.
Faith is a character as well but doesn't like getting her picture taken. When they meet, we know that Faith and Grammie will be kindred spirits. Faith loves, loves, loves to read. She walks down the street with an open book in her hand. She will read in the elevator and on the bed. She will read on the train and on the plane - she will read on a boat and with a goat - she does not like green eggs and ........................ Oops sorry - got carried away:)
One last quick note. Since our family article was published in Korea a few days ago we have been contacted by a Korean documentary company, one Korean radio station and KBS. The later is the largest television station in Korea and wishes to put us on a popular show loosely translated, "People Stories". Please pray that if this is something that would be good for the children and bring glory to God that it would happen and open many hearts to the possibilities of adoption. We ask for the Lord's guiding hand as we assess these issues. Thank you for your prayers. We cannot wait to see you all in person!!


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"If you could find out when you were going to die, would you want to know?" is a question sometimes asked to spark philosophical discussions.I now feel zero pressure to make anything work within the three-year time frame she gave me..She's been having premonitions since she was six and advising clients on their love lives for over 20 years.
It is a hub for astrological advice, but it is espeically adept in the world of love and sex.After a year of radio silence, my friend Beth had got back in touch with some good news: There was a man.My friends and I finally understood her distance over the previous months: As many of us had embarked on the road to marriage and motherhood, Beth had been stagnant.I always say I would, since that knowledge would inspire me to live the years before that date to the fullest and quell worries that I might die sooner.Well, a psychic recently told me when I'd meet my soulmate, and strangely, it had a similar effect.
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