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Washington About 13,000 National Guard troops are expected to be notified soon they could be sent to Iraq around the first of next year, military officials say. The alert is expected to affect Oklahoma, Indiana and Arkansas.
If the assignments to Iraq are ultimately approved by Defense Secretary Robert Gates, it would be the first time full Guard combat brigades were sent back to Iraq for a second tour.
The units would serve as replacement forces in the regular unit rotation for the war, and would not be connected to the recent military buildup for security operations in Baghdad.
A senior defense official, who requested anonymity because the information has not yet been released, said Friday that four Guard brigades, or about 13,000 troops, were likely to be notified. Another official confirmed the units would come from Oklahoma, Indiana and Arkansas, as well as one other state.
About two-thirds of the troops that would be affected have never been to Iraq, the defense official said. Smaller units and individual troops from the Guard already have returned to Iraq for longer periods, and some active duty units have served multiple tours.
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Zoo Twilights - Music Against Wildlife Extinction
Husky with Die Roten Punkte Tickets
5:30pm, Fri 8 March, 2013
Melbourne Zoo, VIC
This event has passed and sales are now closed
Event Details
See your favourite artist or band at Zoo Twilights in the unique setting of Melbourne Zoo. All proceeds help Zoos Victoria fight wildlife extinction. Gates open at 5:30pm and concerts commence at 7:00pm. Selected animal exhibits will be open for viewing until 7:30pm.
After winning Triple J Unearthed, Husky continues to reach new heights with every sold-out show around the country. October 2012 saw the release of the band's anticipated debut album 'Forever So' that is a lush collection of songs full of haunting lyrics, rolling rhythms and delicate layers of sound.
Music starts from 7pm. Children under 4 free. Zoo Members must present valid ID upon entry.
Please Note: Zoo Twilights is a fully licensed event and no BYO alcohol is permitted. This is an all-weather event.
Persons under 16 years of age must be accompanied by their ticket-holding parent or leal guardian. If they are not they can be refused entry and will not receive a refund on their tickets. Proof of ID may be requested.
For full Zoo Twilights Terms and Conditions visit www.zoo.org.au/twilights/terms-and-conditions

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Midland High girls' basketball beats Saginaw Arthur Hill
Updated 4:46 pm, Friday, January 8, 2016
SAGINAW — Balanced scoring and a dominant third quarter keyed Midland High's 60-39 Saginaw Valley League North girls' basketball win over Saginaw Arthur Hill on Friday.
Maddie Barrie scored 17 points, Skylar Howard added nine points and 10 rebounds, Kayla Phillips had nine points, Hannah Smith had eight points and seven rebounds, Alex Van Sumeren scored eight points, and Sadie DeWildt contributed four assists for the Chemics.
Midland led 14-12 after the first quarter and 28-22 at halftime. The Chemics broke the game open in the third quarter, outscoring the Lumberjacks 20-4 for a 48-26 lead entering the fourth.
"Our point guard (DeWildt) did a nice job all night long handling their pressure and was a difference-maker for us, because Arthur Hill does a great job pressing you," said Midland coach Elaine Mahabir. "She handled their traps and got out of them to find the open person, and we played great team basketball."
Amanda Ward's 12 points led Arthur Hill.
The Chemics (6-2, 3-1 SVL North) host Saginaw High on Tuesday.
Midland also won the junior varsity game, 57-23. Ashley Hills led the winning effort with nine points, while Riley Rajewski, Jeni Grinwis and Adia Haynes each had eight points.


text: Inside the Fight to Legalize Cellphone Unlocking – Last month, you lost your legal right to unlock your cellphone without your wireless carrier's permission. Sina Khanifar and Derek Kannah, two up-and-coming technology policy advocates from vastly different backgrounds, have come together to demand that cellphone unlocking right be returned. Why Is Unlocking Illegal? Cellphone unlocking was legally allowed as an exemption under the Digital Millenium Copyright Act (DMCA) f… http://ow.ly/2verFh


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Europe is experiencing one of the most significant influxes of migrants and refugees in its history. Pushed by civil war and terror and pulled by the promise of a better life, hundreds of thousands of people have fled the Middle East and Africa, risking their lives along the way
Sergey Ponomarev is one of today's finest young Russian photojournalists. Best known for his photojournalism works depicting Russian daily life and culture as well as news images from wars and conflicts in Middle East including Syria, Gaza, Lebanon, Egypt and Libya. Sergey has won many international and domestic photography awards. Most recently, he won Puylitzer prize for reporting on Refugee Crisis in Europe, first place prize, in the General News category at World Press Photo contest for European Refugee crisis, was finalist at the Pulitzer prize in 2015. From 2003 till 2012 Sergey was staff photographer at The Associated Press - the essential global news network. Now he is freelance. Born in Moscow, Ponomarev graduated Moscow State University and Academy of Labor and Social Relations. http://www.sergeyponomarev.com


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120mm fast trail bike gets added carbon and rad
Equally at home on long, technical climbs as it is flowy singletrack descents
After a few years of ever-increasing suspension travel, it's exciting to see the industry pulling back a bit and pouring some energy into the sort of bikes that many of us ride. Rocky Mountain's 2015 Thunderbolt MSL is a perfect example. A not-unexpected follow-up to this year's alloy Thunderbolt, the MSL takes the 120mm XC/trail platform and adds a healthy dose of lightness.
The Thunderbolt MSL is designed for "people who hammer at the pointy end of the pack, but stay aggressive and stylish when terrain gets rougher." Aggressive and stylish? That sounds just like us! (Flattery will get you far.)
Like its predecessor, the Thunderbolt MSL rolls on 27.5 wheels. The SmoothLink four-bar suspension design pivots on Rocky Mountain's second-generation bushings (BC2), which are bigger than the original ABC tapered bushings and include grease ports for easy service. The company's Ride-9 forward shock mount uses a pair of concentric square chips to allow for countless (OK, nine) geometry and suspension curve combinations.
For those who want to get digital, the Smoothwall carbon frame is Di2 compatible, with a downtube battery hiding port. The acid green Thunderbolt 799 MSL shown at top actually ships with Shimano's wundergroup and Stan's 1,200g (!) Valor 650b carbon wheels- that is, it ships to anyone willing to pony up the $11,000 (UK pricing TBC) cost of entry. XT (770 MSL) and SLX (750 MSL) models bring the cost down significantly.
All three are spec'd with sensible trail components and droppper posts, emphasizing the model's all-around bent.
The 790 MSL BC Edition suggests that Rocky Mountain may well have psychics on staff, spec'd as it is with a 130mm RockShox Pike, 1×11 SRAM drivetrain, XT disc brakes, RaceFace Turbine Cinch crankset, Maxxis 2.4in tyres, and RaceFace Next SL 35mm carbon bars. That's a pretty sorted spec sheet.


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OXFORD, Ohio (AP) — Miami University has topped its $500 million fundraising goal.
The school in Oxford says it has brought in just over the $500 million target in its capital campaign.
The Cincinnati Enquirer (http://cin.ci/19D3n6k ) reports that Miami's Board of Trustees will meet next week and hear about the progress.
Administrators also are proposing to raise annual tuition for Ohio residents by $199.
That would bring the annual cost for in-state students to just over $13,000.
Out-of-state tuition would go up to just above $29,000 per year if the increase is approved.
Information from: The Cincinnati Enquirer, http://www.enquirer.com


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Finding the Right Health Plan, Online
As Deadline Nears, Several Tools to Help You Choose
Under the Affordable Care Act, just about everyone must apply for health insurance by March 31 or possibly pay a penalty. As the deadline nears, there are new tools consumers can turn to that might make finding the right plan easier and cheaper.
One of them is healthplanratings.org. Run by the not-for-profit Consumers' Checkbook, the free website launched in Illinois this month. Its operators hope it will become a model for...


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Know thy enemy: Golden State Warriors
We continue to preview the Western Conference, in reverse order of last year's standings...
Golden State Warriors (48-34, ninth in the Western Conference, third in the Pacific Division)
Key additions: Corey Maggette, Ronny Turiaf, Anthony Randolph
Key losses: Baron Davis, Mikael Pietrus, Matt Barnes
I don't own a gaming system (making it silly to have a copy of NBA Live) but if I did, when I played it would always be as the Golden State Warriors. When they come before me on the magic picture box, I will always stop to watch the Golden State Warriors. Bottom line, this is an endlessly entertaining, high-octane bunch that is never, ever boring. It's like watching any of the Bourne movies. Things may not always make sense and the parts might not fit together perfectly, but they sure are a fun way to kill a couple hours.
Unfortunately, games aren't won on entertainment value alone. Therein lies the rub for Golden State.
Don Nelson's squad was already set for a difficult transition in the 2008-09 season after Baron Davis bolted to the Clippers. Yes, they replaced his scoring with Corey Maggette, who should fit in beautifully with Nellie's score in bunches/defend at your leisure approach and his attacking style could help cut down on some unnecessary triples from a team that launched with impunity last year, but Davis' influence went beyond simply putting the ball in the hoop. He was the center of a team that badly needed one, the focal point in difficult moments, and the organizer -- relatively speaking -- of an often frenetic scheme.
The transition would have been tough anyway, but now that Monta Ellis has been lost for at least the first 30 games -- do you think the Warriors would have suspended him for that long if they thought he might play sooner? -- thanks to his moped misadventures (what is it about Bay Area athletes and two-wheel transportation injuries?) things will be even tougher. Marcus Williams and CJ Watson will carry the brunt of the PG duties until Ellis returns, and unless they play well, the Warriors will be operating a dynamic spread offense without a quarterback.
There's a lot to like about the Warriors: Maggette is a good fit, Andris Biedrins is a highly productive player deserving of more PT than he gets, Stephen Jackson, Al Harrington, and Kelanna Azubuike are solid players, Brandan Wright showed some serious potential in his rookie season, and Turiaf is a great fit for their system. On the other side of the Great River, this is a playoff team. Out west, last year they missed the postseason tourney even with Ellis and Davis, and the conference is no easier a go this season.
The Warriors still probably will win more than they lose, but unless Nellie can iron out the guard play or someone steps up in Ellis' absence, they'll again be on the outside looking in come April.
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Anyway, bobandbill approved this, but warned me to warn you that this fic contains scenes that imply certain sexual things in a serious manner. Some dudes also die, but it isn't really expanded on much, so it's 'k. Either way, if you are uncomfortable with things of a sexual nature being said and implied in a non-consensual environment, then you may not like one certain scene in this fic. This message serves as a warning to all. Don't blame me if you don't like the content (unless it's grammar related, then totally blame me)
You may remember that I had a Dawn/Darkrai banner at one point (you probably don't, but play along here) It advertised a fic... well this is that fic. Only about eight months late, eh?
Anyway... I found this fic in my archive and thought I'd clean it up a little and tack an ending onto it for no reason at all. It's quite old, but try to enjoy it.
Negative Edge
It was a balmy, summer afternoon in Canalave City, most folk were staying indoors where the heat wasn't so omnipresent. Other folk were paddling their feet in the canals, trying to make the best of the warm weather.
One person however, could be seen wandering through the streets wearing a slightly frayed, white scarf wrapped around her slender neck. She thought about taking it off, but she had survived worse wearing it, the little scarf that could had become her unofficial lucky charm. Thankfully, the rest of her outfit was much more sensible considering the weather. She wore a dark waistcoat over a white vest, the neckline of the vest conserving her modesty. With that she wore a short, pink skirt, the hemline of which was dangerously high and finally, she wore a pair of pink open-toed sandals on her feet.
The girl ran a hand through her long, dark blue hair. She hadn't bothered clipping it back, instead letting it cascade naturally down her back.
She was turning quite a few heads as she made her way down a canal-side street, although not because of her looks, but because this was the girl who defeated the current champion, Cynthia. The girl had declined the offer of becoming the champion herself however, saying that she had a full life ahead of her, which should be experienced rather than her being tied down to such a position as Sinnoh League Champion.
In her own mind though, she was scared, inadequacy wormed into her skull every time she thought of Cynthia. Statuesque, collected, imposing, confident, that's what you needed as a champion and Cynthia had it in spades. So the girl ran away, travelling to all of her old haunts to try and relive the glory of her past, sure there were new challenges to face but she didn't quite feel that she deserved to face them.
Dawn made a silent apology to her pokémon. 'If it wasn't for you guys, I'd be nowhere, I'd be no one. I'm sorry that you've had to suffer under my care, but you all know that it had to happen this way.'
It was only very early, but Dawn didn't feel much like doing anything. 'Maybe I should just find a place to stay and figure out what I want to do.' It was the best thing she could think of so she kept her eyes out for any hotels along the side of the canal. She had reached the coast before she saw something, looking out over the sea was a small place called the 'Harbour Inn', it was quaint, with the decorative life preserver on the door and the general weather-hewn appearance. Dawn figured that she would probably have a good view of the ocean from one of the windows.
Dawn pushed the door open and heard the tinkling of a bell. She looked around the Inn, to her right was a small seating area, beyond that were the stairs to the upper levels and to the left was the reception desk. Standing behind the desk was a man who was the complete antithesis of his surroundings, he wore a crisp suit that was as black as the night, underneath was a similarly black shirt with a deep red tie standing out against it, his hair was long and pure white, the fringe covering one of his eyes, the one eye you could see was a bright cyan and glared directly at her with a fierce intensity.
Do you have any rooms available? Dawn asked from the door.
The man smiled and beckoned her forwards, Dawn did so tentatively.
My name, he was softly spoken but Dawn didn't have any problem hearing him, the surrounding city seemed to have been blocked out by the Inn's walls, is Darius Krait, the owner of this fair establishment. How may I be of service to you today?
I'd like a room if you have any left.
The man smiled once again. We are not currently entertaining any guests at the moment, you have your choice of rooms. He gestured to a list on the wall without looking at it, instead he studied her face.
Dawn gave him a fleeting glance before looking at the room list, each room having a description of it's contents and price per night. I'll take room six please, I don't need anything fancy.
Still with his eye firmly locked on her face, the owner grabbed the key for room six from somewhere under his desk and handed it to her. I'll expect payment when you leave.
She looked at the key, with it's tarnished bronze key fob, the number 6 in chipped paint on one of it's sides. She took it and said a quick thank you and when he didn't react or look like he was about to say something, she walked to the stairs and placed her foot on the first wooden step.
Sweet dreams.
Dawn froze and turned her head, she saw the man, his eye boring into hers. Dawn smiled nervously and hurried up the stairs. She almost ran down the corridor and saw a wooden door with a number six on it, she opened it and entered the room, locking it almost as quickly. Dawn took a calming breath and pressed her ear to the door, footsteps could be heard walking down the corridor, coming closer and getting louder until they stopped, right outside her door. She backed away, falling onto the bed. Dawn turned and took one look at the pillow, her eyes fell closed and her conscious mind shut down, she collapsed onto the mattress, fast asleep.
Dawn woke up on a plush sofa, the soft light of morning irritating her eyes.
She lifted a hand to her temple but found the path blocked by a small bunch of flowers pinned to her hair, just above the ear. She brought her other hand up, it was the same story. Dawn stood up, taking a proper look at the room she was in, to her left was an immaculately white desk with a vanity mirror on top, countless cosmetics littered the desk top. To her right was a four poster bed, white like the desk with burgundy covers. Dawn sat at the desk and looked into the mirror, as she thought, three pink roses decorated her hair in place of the old clips she used to wear.
Now that she looked closer, she noticed that her arms were covered in almost shoulder length white gloves and she was wearing a strapless white dress that hugged her waist and flared out into a short skirt at the bottom. With barely enough time to wonder what was going on, her mother bustled into the room wearing a lovely lilac dress. Dawn, darling! Where have you been, we can't start the ceremony without you after all. Johanna grabbed Dawn's hand and pulled her up. Oh, you can't forget the train! On the back of the door, resting on a hook, was a long piece of white silk that Johanna tied to the back of Dawn's dress, Perfect!
Johanna pushed Dawn down the corridor until they reached a large pair of ornate wooden doors, she opened it slightly and poked her head in, Dawn could hear a few whispers and an organ sounded from behind the door.
Dawn recognised that song and she knew what it meant. Erm, what-
Her mother shushed her, Just smile, Darling.
The doors swung open and a sea of faces turned to look at her, she recognised a lot of them, Professor Rowan was sat in a row nearby, he looked weird in a tuxedo. Johanna lead her along the carpet in between the two blocks of pews, further up Dawn spotted Lucas, who was determinedly looking anywhere but at her and Barry who was grinning like a loon at Lucas' discomfort. Dawn spotted a figure stood before the altar, wearing a long form fitting gown and a large veil that obscured their head from view. Stood next to them and looking uncomfortable in a forest green dress was Gardenia, the Eterna City Gym Leader. She was whispering things into the person's ear.
Before she knew it, Dawn was stood next to them at the altar and the priest was saying things like 'dearly beloved' and 'join these two in matrimony'.
I'm glad you could make it, came a disturbingly familiar voice.
Dawn looked up, way up, into the stormy grey eyes of Cynthia. The Champion was smiling more than Dawn had ever seen. In fact, she seemed to radiate happiness. Aww, you're speechless.
The priest said a few more things and a reverent silence fell over the crowd, Cynthia turned to Dawn and grabbed her hands, staring lovingly into her eyes. You're the first thing I want to see when I wake up and the last thing I want to see before I go to sleep. You're the light of my life, Dawn and I truly have no idea how I ever survived before you came into my life. Your loving attention, your fierce determination and caring devotion all result in the most perfect woman I've ever laid eyes on. I can't wait to start loving you in the same way for the rest of our lives.
Dawn looked away and at the the priest, she heard her name being said. I do, her mouth reacted before her mind could even process what had happened and Dawn watched in horror as the priest addressed Cynthia with the same question. Bursting with glee she answered, I do. Without even waiting for the priest to say 'You may now kiss the bride,' Cynthia bent down and grabbed Dawn either side of the head with both hands and kissed her like Dawn had never been kissed before.
People were cheering and clapping but all Dawn could hear was a faint buzzing as Cynthia explored her mouth with her tongue. She finally relented, leaving Dawn to stand on her own two feet, but with the confusion, the weird feeling in her stomach and the heat that pressed her brain against her skull, she collapsed, sprawled across the carpet. Cynthia looked down, worry etched on her face. Others soon joined it, some recognisable, others less so, but soon enough they all melted away into the darkness.
Dawn sat up, she didn't feel sick any more. She looked down and noticed that her clothes had come back, the waistcoat, the vest, the skirt, even her lucky scarf.
A wedding, or so you humans tend to believe, is the joining of two souls as one. You treat it as a sacred bond that ties those two people together for eternity. Darius Krait appeared from the shadows, his suit was so dark that he appeared only as a head and a tie, two hands appeared from behind his back and he made a small gesture. But that is simply not true.
Dawn rubbed her head, it had started to pulse angrily. What's going on? She asked, fiercely.
Marriage vows mean nothing, they never have, they're just one more contract in a business age. The thing with contracts is, there is always one party searching for a loophole. Cynthia is a voracious woman isn't she? Is respect truly all you've thought of her, or do you perhaps harbour a secret longing? Maybe a trip down memory lane might answer your question. Believe me, I had fun trawling through your memories for this one. The man disappeared, his roguish grin the last to fade away.
Light began to flood the darkness, filling the space with colour and texture, the ground was hard and orange, the sky a menacing shade of purple. Dawn knew this place and she didn't like it. Strange trees faded in and out of existence nearby, water flowed against gravity and a horrible sound reverberated around her head. That grating roar, that revolting, metallic cry of pain and hate and anger.
Up ahead, two figures were locked in an intense duel, on one side, a tall blonde with an even taller garchomp. On the other, a calculating man with blue spiked hair, casually ordering his weavile to attack. There was a sudden flash of icy blue light and the weavile charged, launching an Ice Punch attack that smashed into the side of the garchomp's head. The garchomp folded, collapsing heavily onto the ground, Cynthia recalled the creature to save it from further harm, Cyrus merely shrugged.
I expected more from the Champion, is that really all you can muster? Cyrus said, advancing on the woman.
Dawn tried to run towards them to help Cynthia, but the quicker she ran the longer the distance between them seemed, time and space stretched out before her in an attempt to separate them.
Cyrus got closer and closer before finally grasping one hand around Cynthia's neck, he lifted her easily off the ground and carried her over to the edge of the floating platform they were stood on. Cynthia grasped at his hands uselessly, but Cyrus only grimaced as he dangled her body over oblivion. If I dropped you, not even I would know what would happen, gravity seems to be in constant flux here. You could fall for an eternity, you could float away, perhaps you'd just get compacted by the pressure, are you interested in finding out?
A hoarse whisper escaped her throat but despite the distance, Dawn heard it as though they were stood face to face. Hot tears streamed down her face as the futility of her situation set in. A roar sounded behind her, louder than she'd ever heard, she didn't want to tear her eyes away from Cynthia but a creeping fear compelled her. She turned and the fear turned into horror, looming above her was the serpentine form of Giratina, it lay coiled before her, ready to strike, the six wings beating softly, the armoured body reflecting light from an unknown source, it shrieked again, but Dawn narrowed her eyes and swallowed her fear.
Help her! She bellowed, He'll kill her!
A rumbling monotone echoed throughout the entire realm as the Giratina opened it's mouth. Why?
Dawn caught her breath, she turned and saw that Cyrus was looking directly at the huge, shadowed form of Giratina, his grip loosening as awe took hold of him. The tears wouldn't come any more, Dawn gathered her courage and sprinted towards the pair, Cyrus' arm fell, Cynthia with it, Dawn screamed and lunged forwards.
Her dress was ripped to shreds, grazes and cuts littered her legs and upper body, some bleeding openly, but Dawn smiled. Cynthia's hand was in hers, the blonde champion looking thankfully up at her, a new respect in her eyes. Using all of her strength and with the help of a sudden flux in the gravity, she pulled Cynthia up until they were both sat on the solid ground, panting through exertion.
Cyrus had made his way over to Giratina, a blank reverence in his eyes, Giratina, Lord of this Dimension, Master of Opposites, heed my plea. Destroy this worthless reality so that I may rebuild it in my image! He fell to his knees, arms in the air.
Giratina regarded him with a cold glare, it's insectoid head swaying back and to. Uncoiling itself, it's powerful wings blasted a surge of wind across the small platform, the rumbling monotone filled their heads again, You are not a God, whelp. Giratina inhaled and fired a volley of purple fire at the man, he didn't even react, his skin seared, his flesh burned and his body crumpled.
Cynthia grabbed hold of Dawn and pulled her around as Cyrus' charred remains blew into the wind. A shadow passed overhead and Giratina appeared before them. Get out.
Before they had a chance to turn tail and run, a blast of wind sent them careening off of the platform and into the dark abyss, there was a sudden light and Dawn found herself back in shadows.
Someone was laughing, the floating head of Darius Krait appeared before Dawn's eyes.
Lucky you, it's not every day a mortal gets to meet Giratina. she's such a secretive being, locking herself in that reverse world of hers. She's not the social creature I am.
Tears began to form in Dawn's eyes, she didn't even know why. Who are you?
He smiled again. Let's just say that my name doesn't suit me.
Why are you doing this, what did I ever do to you? Dawn tried to stand but the ground shifted beneath her feet, sending her flying onto her back again.
I'm a social creature as I've said. Unlike most of my brethren, I actually need you impudent flesh-bags.
Need me? What for?
Human arrogance. Anyone would do, you just happen to wander into my realm. I'm currently feeding, you have such a rich blend of tragedy and angst that I happen to find delicious. The stuff of nightmares, you might say.
Dawn paled. Feeding on what?
Darius Krait smirked. Your fears, your grievances, your hopelessness, your regrets. Not that they'll go away, far from it. I'm reminding you of all the terrible things that have ever happened to you and making you face your fears. Maybe you'll come out stronger from this if you learn, maybe you'll go mad, I can never tell.
With a rush of wind, Darius Krait became the spitting image of Cyrus, the cold glimmer in his eye eerily similar. I hold your consciousness around the neck and I'm dangling it over oblivion. The question is, will you be there to save it in the end?
Darius faded, the darkness retreated and colour flooded Dawn's vision once again.
Dawn woke up to the sound of starly chirping. She yawned and sat up, looking over at the clock on her bedside table, 6:52am it read.
Smiling to herself, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and climbed out. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt that was several sizes too big for her, it went half-way down her thighs but it served it's purpose as bed clothes. Dawn rubbed her eyes on the rolled back sleeves and looked out of the window, it was a fine, sunny day in Twinleaf Town. Dawn turned and made her bed so it looked like it hadn't even been slept in before leaving to go downstairs.
Entering the kitchen, Dawn saw that her mother was already up and making breakfast. She was wearing a simple white shirt, a pair of comfortable pants and an apron, she hadn't done anything with her hair except tie it back into a ponytail, Good morning, Dawn, would you like some pancakes? I was in the middle of making some for myself, but I have leftover batter if you'd like some.
That would be great, mum.
Oh, Barry came by earlier, I don't think he realised how early it was, I told him to come back later at a more reasonable time. Johanna mentioned, casually flipping a pancake.
Dawn perked up. Really? Did he say when he'd come back?
Johanna put a few pancakes on a plate and handed it to Dawn. Soon no doubt, you know how impatient he is. Now eat up, I assume he wants to go on another adventure and I don't want you going hungry.
Dawn grabbed a fork and inhaled her pancakes, you'd think the feat impossible from such a petite girl. Thanks for breakfast mum, I'm going to get ready.
What? Johanna turned, but Dawn had already sprinted upstairs. Oh, that daughter of mine. She shook her head and went back to making her pancakes.
Back in her room, Dawn was flicking through clothes in her wardrobe and trying to decide what would be best to wear for when Barry comes calling. She settled on a dark blue dress with a pink hem that her mother had bought it for her a few weeks ago. For convenience sake, she pulled on a pair of long white socks and her pink boots. She studied herself in the mirror for a few seconds before deciding that she looked good. She made her way back downstairs to see her mother eating a plate of pancakes, What do you think? Dawn asked, twirling on the spot.
Johanna smiled. You look great, honey. Are you dressing for any particular reason... or person?
Dawn almost fell over. What are you implying!?
Oh nothing, Johanna replied. I don't hear you denying it though, she giggled childishly.
Dawn left the kitchen huffily, deciding to sit in the living room and wait for Barry. Mere minutes later, there was a frantic knock on the door. That could only be him, Dawn muttered to herself.
She went to open the door but heard her mother shout from the kitchen. Don't forget your hat and coat, it's still cold out.
Hanging on a hook by the door was a pink coat and a white, wool hat, she jammed the hat on her head and slipped the coat on without buttoning it up.
There was another knock on the door and Dawn answered, Barry stood there looking mortified. I've been stood here for hours! Leave me waiting again and I'll have half a mind to fine you, he said this all very fast and pulled Dawn out of the door with just enough time for her to say a quick Bye mum.
Barry started talking about the adventures he'd planned for today, but Dawn wasn't paying too much attention to that. Is that a new scarf, Barry? It looks good on you.
He looked at the green scarf flung lazily around his neck. What this thing? Yeah, it's a present from my dad, said he got it in Johto, it keeps me warm I guess.
It works really well with your outfit, Dawn mentioned, smiling for added effect.
Barry looked down at his grey pants and the stripy red and white shirt. Outfit? I just threw this together. My mum always tells me if I were any less patient I'd run around naked all the time.
Dawn laughed nervously. Yeah, nobody would want to see that. She coughed and moved the conversation on, So what are we doing today?
Weren't you listening! Barry said, exasperatedly, You can be such a space case sometimes, it's a wonder I put up with you.
Dawn giggled.
Anyway, he went on, We're going to Professor Rowan's place, I'm sure we can convince him to give two upstanding kids like ourselves some pokémon.
And why would he just give us some pokémon?
He's a professor, he gives them out like candy! Barry said this like it was the most obvious thing in the world, Dawn rolled her eyes.
Isn't the route to Sandgem was covered in tall grass? There's no way we'd be able to get through all that without protection.
Barry brushed off her comment nonchalantly. Minor technicalities.
One of us could get hurt! Dawn pointed out, trying to pull Barry back by the sleeve.
Undeterred, Barry continued walking. That was until a booming voice demanded that they stop immediately.
Dawn and Barry turned to see an older gentleman walking briskly towards them, flanked by a boy around their age wearing a thick, blue jacket and a red hat. Did I hear correctly? You two were about to enter the tall grass without a pokémon to protect you? The old guy said, brandishing his briefcase at them.
Erm... no. Barry replied, trying and failing to look confident.
The old man's moustache bristled angrily. I may be old but my hearing is as good as it ever was. Don't lie to me, boy.
Fine, I was going to walk through the tall grass, but Dawn here was trying to stop me, you shouldn't be mad at her.
Dawn felt her cheeks growing hot, Barry was sticking up for her like a true gentleman, maybe there was hope for him after all.
Oh really, the old man raised an eyebrow and looked at her. So you're the one who actually has a head on their shoulders, eh? He turned his eye to Barry, You, boy, at least have an honest heart and a fierce loyalty to your friends. Follow me, I have something for you two.
Dawn didn't know what to think, what did her mother say about strangers? Excuse me, sir, but who are you? Dawn asked.
The boy in the red hat, who up until this point had remained silent, suddenly snorted with laughter. You really don't know who this is? This is the world renowned Professor Rowan!
Barry could have wet himself with glee. Dawn knew that there were forces much more powerful than her who couldn't stop Barry now. The real Professor Rowan? Can I have a pokémon!?
Professor Rowan merely reiterated, Follow me.
Barry did so obediently, Dawn had actually never seen him this attentive before.
Please don't make me watch the rest, Dawn pleaded, I'd moved past this.
Opening old wounds creates the tastiest drama, but let us fast forward, yes?
Dawn and Barry had followed Professor Rowan and the boy, Lucas, all the way to Sandgem Town and to a large building which served as the professor's lab. Inside, the professor had shown them various projects he had worked on, several pictures of notable names he had collaborated with until finally, even Barry didn't complain, he sat down behind his desk and placed his briefcase upon it. He flipped the latches to reveal three pokéballs set into foam padding that lined the inside.
Choose one. He said simply, indicating Barry.
Barry laid his hand on the one furthest right, This one, then jerked his hand away hovering over the centre pokéball. No, this one, only to jerk his hand away once more.
Dawn clapped him across the back of the head, Hurry it up, moron.
Barry narrowed his eyes at her. This is a careful decision.
You're never careful about anything! Dawn replied.
Fine! He shouted, he closed his eyes and lay his hand on a pokéball, grabbed it and opened it in one smooth motion. He opened his eyes to see a small, red monkey staring back at him, Barry turned to the professor, Is he mine?
Rowan nodded.
Awesome! See ya, thanks, bye! He was out of the door before any of them had a chance to say goodbye, before Dawn had a chance to say goodbye.
He didn't even want to say a proper goodbye to her, his best friend.
Ah well, I suppose he doesn't want a pokédex, serves him right I suppose. Missy, would you like to choose next? Rowan said, oblivious to her inner turmoil.
Dawn barely registered anything, she ran to the door and exited the lab, looking up and down the street for any sign of him, but nothing, he was just gone like that. Dawn felt tears building up at the sides of her eyes, but she blinked them back, she wasn't going to shed any tears for an arrogant, selfish idiot like him.
She stormed back inside and stood before Rowan, looking fierce. I'll have this one, thank you. She picked up a pokéball without looking at it and sat in a nearby chair. With nothing else to distract her, she opened the pokéball to see a little blue penguin with a tiny beak and pudgy flippers.
And you, my boy. Rowan said.
Lucas grinned, So I guess that leaves turtwig for me. Awesome, I always liked that little guy. He put his hand on the pokéball, but before he could take it off, Rowan stopped him.
Our young friend here is feeling quite low, she may not say it or show it, but I can see she's suffered a blow today. It would be in your best interest to make her feel better, if only because it's your gentlemanly duty. Rowan whispered. He leaned back into his chair and closed the briefcase, My work here is done, if you'll be so kind as to excuse me, I have errands to attend to.
Lucas looked over, Dawn was playing with the piplup and looking quite happy doing so, Rowan had proved himself to be an intuitive person though and Lucas trusted him. He coughed and Dawn looked up. It's Dawn, right?
She simply nodded in reply.
That's a pretty name, he mentally slapped himself for saying that. Erm... So how do you like the piplup?
Dawn stared at him oddly. It's Lewis, right?
It's Lucas actually.
She laughed. I'm sorry, Lucas. Piplup seems great, although I've never had a pokémon before so I don't have anything to compare it against.
The piplup chirped indignantly, making Dawn laugh again, I'm sorry, I'm sure you're a fantastic pokémon.
Lucas edged closer slightly, So what do you plan to do now you have a pokémon? There are countless avenues you could take, I'm going to be travelling around Sinnoh and challenging the gym leaders, hopefully I can qualify for the Pokémon League at the end of the year.
Dawn thought for a moment, she had the opportunity to begin a new life and throw away her old one, including that infantile crush. I'll probably go to visit my mother first and tell her about it, but that travel thing sounds good, would you be interested in letting me tag along?
Travel with you? Lucas jumped back a step, I hadn't considered travelling with someone else.
I promise I'll behave. Dawn smiled innocently.
Fine, I don't suppose it would be too bad, welcome aboard. He held out his hand, Dawn grabbed it and they shook. The scene fading before her eyes.
I was so pathetic back then, lingering on to a childish hope that for once he'd look at me and see more than a friend. That selfish bastard was incapable of love yet I clung to him like the masochistic little bitch that I am.
Darius Krait smiled gleefully. Yes, release your true feelings, fuel the fire of your nightmares.
Dawn roared and took a swing at the floating head, but it faded away, only to appear over her shoulder. You can't fight me here, I can do whatever I want and I want to squeeze every last drop of pain from your disgusting little body.
Dawn took another swing but overextended herself and collapsed onto the ground.
Tsk tsk, do you want me to turn it up a notch?
If it gets me out of here quicker, then by all means! She screamed in response.
There was an ominous laugh that echoed around her shadowed environment. You asked for it.
Dawn's eyes opened, but she still couldn't see, her head felt like it as about to explode from the pain, but all she could do was sit there and groan.
Aww, is wittle Dawny-poo awake?
Great! I was pretty tired of doing stuff to her whilst she was unconscious.
Dawn struggled against the ropes that tied her to the chair and almost screamed, but her voice choked in her throat. She knew those voices.
Say, Mars. We've tried being abusive, both verbally and physically and that didn't seem to make her talk, should we try something different?
You have a point there, Jupiter. Should we try being... Nice?
I was thinking more along the lines of naughty.
There was a sudden weight on her lap, as if someone was sitting there, she felt arms on her shoulders, then the blindfold was untied, falling to the the floor. The smiling face of Mars, co-commander of Team Galactic, was staring at her. Did you miss me whilst you were out? She asked with a mock simper.
Get off me! Dawn screamed, trying to move away.
Mars stood, only to sit down on her lap again, this time straddling her, I hate it when we fight, can't we just get to the forgiving each other part? Make up sex is my favourite kind.
Mars fell over, a huffy looking Jupiter standing over her, she glared for a second then took her place on Dawn's lap. Forgive her, she has no self control.
You didn't mind last night, bitch. Mars said from the floor, dusting off her skirt.
Jupiter sighed and collapsed onto Dawn, who squirmed in her seat. Please Mars, I'm trying to work. Jupiter's breath was ragged and warm on the back of Dawn's neck, her skin crawled.
Mars grabbed Jupiter by the ponytail and dragged her off Dawn, throwing her to the floor. The red-headed commander stood over her and slapped her hard across the face. Don't push me you fucking piece of filth.
A lone tear streamed down Jupiter's face as she looked up, he cheek considerably reddened. Thank you, she said.
Mars took her place on Dawn's lap again, her eyes still on her co-commander. Now sit in the corner and keep your eyes on me, I want you to see everything.
Jupiter obeyed.
Now, Dawny-poo, whatever shall we do with you? All we want to know is why you insist on foiling our plans and perhaps a list of your co-conspirators and we'll let you go. It's as simple as that.
Don't call me Dawny-poo.
Mars laughed. Now hush, Dawny-poo. I realise you're a strong willed young woman, Jupiter over there used to be like you, but now look, she's my bitch.
That's her problem, not mine. Dawn replied.
Oh, but it is your problem, Dawny-poo. Mars' twisted grin matched her eyes, glinting with madness. I'm the one who broke her and I will do the same to you.
Y-You don't scare me. Dawn said feebly, her wrists had been rubbed raw and she ached all over.
Mars giggled, Jupiter joined in but stopped just as quickly after being given an admonishing glare.
I don't intend to scare you, darling. I intend to break you, mentally scar you so badly that you'll latch onto the faintest shade of affection that I give you, Mars leaned in close, whispering into Dawn's ear, Then you'll learn to love me, just as Jupiter has.
Mars got off of Dawn and stared down at her, pacing back and to. Jupiter looked on from her corner, watching Mars intently, she was paying an unnatural amount of attention to the blue-haired girl and Jupiter could feel the jealousy burning through her veins at the very thought.
Lifting a leg, Mars rested her foot on Dawn's chest and pushed her backwards onto the floor, she screamed out as her arms got caught between the chair and the floor and as her head knocked against the ground. Her vision blurred and light popped in front of her eyes, she shook her head to clear it, but her headache burned painfully. She opened her eyes to see the smiling face of Mars approaching and sitting on her chest, she moved forwards slightly so her knees rested either side of Dawn's head, Can you smell me, Dawny-poo? I'm not wearing any underwear and you make me so excited.
Dawn pulled her head away, disgusted. Stay away from me! she shouted.
You must be hungry, Dawny-poo, we haven't fed you in at least a day, would you like to taste me? Sample the fruit from my loins? Mars inched closer and Dawn could see her short skirt slowly pulling up. Don't be shy, Jupiter enjoys me as much as the food we serve in the canteen.
Jupiter was shaking enviously, but perked up at the mention of her name, What is it, Mars?
Be quiet and watch, Jupiter, do anything stupid and I'll never touch you again.
Jupiter, against her own will, moved closer for a better look of the action, at her red-headed mistress and the defenceless little slut stealing all of her attention.
There was a sudden beep and the swooshing of the door opening, Mars turned her head to see Saturn stood at the door. Is she still not talking? he asked, staring at the odd scene before him with little interest.
No sir, not yet. I doubt it will take me long though.
Never mind that, Master Cyrus doesn't need her information, he deems it irrelevant.
Mars stood, leaving Dawn to look away, silent tears of relief running down her cheeks. What!? She could provide us with the means to strike at the heart of our enemies! How is that irrelevant?
Saturn waved his hand dismissively, Comply before Master Cyrus deems you irrelevant, that will be all. He walked away, the door closing behind him.
Mars fumed, Don't think I'm finished with you, whelp, she pointed at Dawn, crumpled pathetically on the floor. Come Jupiter, de-stress me, she said through gritted teeth. Jupiter smiled and followed Mars out of the room, her legs trembling slightly.
As the door closed behind them, the lights cut out leaving Dawn crying in the darkness. Her wrists soothed, her arms mellowed, the churning of revulsion in her stomach calmed and the tears running openly down her face dried, finally the figure of Darius Krait cut into her vision, his smile wide.
You shouldn't try to fight me, child.
Dawn sat up, breathing heavily, she felt like she had run a mile, I... I... She trailed off, coughing a few times.
You may not be aware of it, but you're body is putting up quite the struggle, it's not often I get someone with the willpower to even snore when I put them under. The fact that you are actively trying to expel me is quite extraordinary, it's almost as if you were blessed by Azelf herself.
Maybe I was, Dawn said, panting, Maybe it's a sign that the others want you to stop.
Nonsense, my brethren have allowed me this simple pleasure for aeons, never have they raised so much as a finger to interfere.
Dawn coughed, but smiled slightly all the same, You've seen my past, you know what I've done, surely that's owed me a debt of gratitude.
Human arrogance, to presume you are owed anything.
I'm not just any human though am I? Dawn stood, her legs trembling, If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't even exist, there wouldn't even be a Nature for you to hold dominion over. Cyrus had no place for you in his perfect world.
Does your arrogance know no bounds? This was a matter we could have easily dealt with, you just happened to interfere.
You'd have a hard time of it. Divine intervention is governed by a strict set of rules, Cynthia told me all about it after... after it happened.
Darius Krait disappeared. You've said too much.
Dawn screamed.
There was a small explosion as a ball of pure energy impacted the ground nearby. Dawn looked up into the night sky, the looming figure of Dialga stood above her, Palkia stood next to it, together they rained destruction upon the mountainside. The diamond set into Dialga's chest glowed blue and a Galactic grunt faded into ash before Dawn's eyes. Palkia joined in, rending voids into the Spear Pillar, people would fall in only to get crushed by the pressure of space, crumpling into nothing before the eyes of friend and foe alike.
Dawn stared as Cyrus approached the pair, brandishing the unholy Red Chain and shouting for obedience. Dawn was about to yell for help when she heard a terrifying voice fill the air, she clamped her hands over her ears it did nothing to block it out.
Insolence! You shall pay dearly, human.
The two legendary pokémon merely brought their gaze to Cyrus, the blue haired leader of Team Galactic stumbled, dropping the Red Chain and clutching his heart.
Your trinkets hold no sway over our power.
Cyrus screamed as his body was rent in two, collapsing in on itself before vanishing entirely in a flash of light.
Dawn stopped, this wasn't how she remembered it. This never happened, this is an illusion.
The scene faded as the words left her mouth.
The irritated form of Darius Krait floated into view. That was some of my best work, need you really destroy it?
Dawn recovered faster this time, getting to her feet without too much trouble. You can't fool me with cheap tricks, have you already exhausted my supply of genuine memories?
Cheap Tricks? Don't underestimate my powers, mortal. I am a being of nightmares, they are MY domain!
If you're so powerful then why am I beating you? A mere mortal, as you would put it, is forcing you to create fear to feed on. I've faced down things more terrifying and more powerful than you, you've seen my memories, you've seen Dialga and Palkia, you've seen Giratina. You are nothing compared to them, a parasite unworthy to even associate with them! I'm not afraid of you and I'm not afraid of my memories, so release me! Dawn has closed the distance between her and Darius Krait. She was in his face, a mad glare in her eyes.
The floating head faded away, but this time it stayed away. No taunting jibes came from the darkness, no memory or illusion fell before her eyes, Dawn was merely surrounded by the darkness.
A pink light filled Dawn's vision and an ethereal female voice sounded from an unknown source, You've overstepped the line. The girl is mine.
When everything faded, Dawn found herself back in Room 6. She sat up immediately and gasped, the room had turned from a cosy guest room into a dilapidated mess. Beams from the roof had snapped and fallen in, dust and grime had settled upon every surface, even the bed Dawn was lay on had large rips in the covers. The girl rolled off the bed and stood still in the middle of the room, the only light in the room came from the window, a nearby street light was illuminating the room, but Dawn could swear it was day time when she fell asleep.
She back up and found the door handle, she turned the knob, but the door fell off rusty hinges before she had turned it too far. It landed in the corridor, sending up a massive cloud of dust. Dawn sprinted down the corridor, feeling the floorboards under her feet almost snap. She didn't have as much luck with the staircase, as soon as her foot touched the top step, it crumbled and sent Dawn flying down the stairs, her body impacting the stairs causing them to snap even further.
Battered and bruised, Dawn picked herself up, she was pretty sure one of her arms had been badly damaged and it was certain that she would still be feeling these injuries for many days to come. Nothing she hadn't experienced before however, Pokémon training isn't all sunshine and smiles after all.
She limped her way through the destroyed lobby, dodging broken beams and gaps in the floorboards. Just as she was about to reach for the front door handle, it swung open, the sudden change from gloomy darkness to lamp-lit brightness sent Dawn staggering backwards, tripping over a pile of debris.
Dawn, is that you?
The blue-haired girl was trying to get back up, but her injuries plus the sudden fatigue she felt was stopping her, she barely even recognised anyone else in the room.
You're hurt! I'll get you to a hospital right away.
The background noise of Canalave City was coming back to her, she had missed the hubbub of city life.
Before long, the blackness had claimed her once more.
Dawn's eyes were closed, but the light irritated them anyway, shining across her eyelids and turning her blackness into a warm redness. She slowly opened her eyes and blinked as the light got her once more.
Oh, is the light in your eyes? I'll get the blinds.
The girl stopped, she knew that voice. She turned her head towards the window to see a woman stood with her back to the bed, she wore a long black coat, but the most prominent feature was her almost floor length blonde hair. Cynthia?
The blonde turned slowly, her hair flowing behind her. It's good to see you looking better.
What are you doing here? Dawn tried to sit up, but her body was still aching all over.
Cynthia chuckled and took a seat next to the bed. It's a funny story actually. Someone told me to come to the Harbour Inn, something about rediscovering a treasure once thought lost. They disappeared as mysteriously as they arrived and you know how I can't ignore a mystery.
Dawn coughed before replying. So you just trusted some random stranger?
Are you saying that I shouldn't have listened? If I hadn't, who knows what would have happened with you. Cynthia leaned forwards in her chair, resting her elbows on her thighs. I wouldn't say this stranger was random either. They seemed insistent that I reclaim my lost treasure.
And what's that supposed to mean, what treasure?
Cynthia could only smile. Treasure is different for different people. Me, I treasure those around me, the people that I care about. I treasure the preservation of history, no matter how long ago it may have been and I hate the way we left things after our battle. I know you need some time to try and figure your life out, what you really want to do, but don't shut me out. I can help you, somebody obviously agrees with me.
What do you mean?
Mesprit never left you, she was with you every step of the way. She guided me to you when you needed it most, whether you wanted it or not, you carry her blessing. That's what makes you such a fascinating person, Dawn. If you're of interest to the gods, then what does that mean for a human? What should I think of you?
Dawn lay silent for a few seconds, trying to digest what Cynthia had just said. You shouldn't think any differently of me, I'm nothing special.
Cynthia lay a hand across Dawn's cheek, caressing her slightly before pulling back. Dawn... you're special to me... and in the end, isn't that what really matters?
If you'll notice, Darius Krait says his name doesn't suit him. Dar(ius) Krai(t) the word in brackets is suit backwards. Whilst the rest is just Darkrai. OH SNAP! Did I just put some thought into naming something? I think I did.
Negative Edge is a term used in Fighting games, it means to activate a special attack by using a button release instead of a button press. It allows for tighter/quicker inputs because you can react a little faster through merely releasing the button. It sounded fancy for a fic about Darkrai, so I thought "Why the hell not?"
As I said, this is old. Don't take it too seriously, because I don't take pokémon fanfiction seriously any more. I only wrote the ending to this because I really like the Team Galactic Interrogation section. I also really like Dawn/Cynthia, so have that as well.


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Scenes from a Voyage to Arcturus
- Artist: Ron Thomas
- Format: CD
- Release Date: 4/8/2003
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'Scenes from a Voyage to Arcturus' Ron Thomas - Keyboards Glenn Ferracone - Drums Richard Burton - Keyboards Bob Meashey - Trumpet Bob Howell - Soprano Saxophone Recorded and Mastered by Glenn Ferracone at The Music Centre, Exton, PA Produced by Richard Burton Vectordisc 002 A soundscape to David Lindsay's science fiction classic 'A Voyage to Arcturus'. 'I always thought that music had no boundaries, no limits to where it could grow and go, no restrictions on it's creativity. Good music is good music no matter what kind of music it is. And I always hated categories. Always. Never thought it had any place in music.' Miles Davis Miles Davis would like this disc. I have no idea what category this music falls into, for it successfully bridges the gaps between Toru Takemitsu, Weather Report, James Joyce and Pablo Picasso. Many different and contrasting worlds are alluded to, while the voice of Ron Thomas is always present. This music sounds very fresh-it's real, unfettered creativity and imagination in an age where everything else seems pre-cut to fit neatly in a category. The element of surprise is always at work,and the next move is never predictable. David Bennett Thomas Ron Thomas has recorded for Vectordisc as a leader on the following CDs (The House of Counted Days, 17 Solo Piano Improvisations, Elysium, Wings of the Morning and Cycles). Ron can be heard as a sideman on The Mike Falcone Quartet 'Playing Live', Richard Burton's 'Simple Major/Simple Minor' and Kristin Garson's 'Music Under the Influence'. Ron has two other recordings as a leader on Art of Life Records (Music in Three Parts, Blues for Zarathustra and Doloroso). He can also be heard on the classic Muse recordings from 1972, Pat Martino's Live and Eric Kloss's One, Two, Free. For more information click links at the below left of this page.


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- An example of someone woebegone is an owner who has lost his dog.
- An example of someone woebegone is a patient who just heard that he has one month to live.
- An example of something woebegone is a very old car that has huge rust spots and barely runs.
The definition of woebegone is an appearance that is sad, tearful or wretched.
- Archaic woeful
- of woeful appearance; looking sorrowful, mournful, or wretched
Origin of woebegoneMiddle English wo begon from wo, woe + begon, past participle of begon, to go around from Old English began from be-, be + gan, to go
- Feeling, showing, or expressing deep sorrow, grief, or wretchedness: "He was woebegone at the thought of losing my mother's voice from the choir" ( John Irving ) See Synonyms at sad.
- Of an inferior or deplorable condition: a rundown, woebegone old shack.
Origin of woebegoneMiddle English wo begon beset with woe wo woe ; see woe . begon past participle of begon to beset ( from Old English begān ) ( be- be- ) ( gān to go ; see go 1. )
Related Forms:
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(comparative more woebegone, superlative most woebegone)
- In a deplorable state.
- Filled with or deeply affected by woe.
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We found the best way to julienne the celery is to slice off the root end and any part of the celery beyond the main stalk. Cut the stalks in thirds, or if they are very long, quarters, and then cut each of those pieces in half lengthwise. This gives you a manageable, flat surface to slice into matchsticks.
Nancy's original recipe calls for using a high quality rapeseed oil (another name for canola oil) and/or light sesame oil. We added a little dark sesame oil at the finish which was just lovely, so you might want to try that too.
- 2 Tbsp high quality canola oil, rice bran oil, or other high smoke point cooking oil
- 3 small dried chile peppers, broken in half (can sub a 1/8 teaspoon of red chili flakes)
- 4 cups julienned celery (cut into pieces about 2 inches long)
- 1-2 Tbsp soy sauce (to taste)
- A few drops of dark sesame oil (optional)
1 Heat the oils and chiles in a wok or frying pan over high heat for 90 seconds, or until the chiles become fragrant and the seeds sizzle.
2 Add the celery and stir-fry for 3 minutes. Add the soy sauce and stir-fry one more minute. Drizzle with dark sesame oil if using. Serve hot or at room temperature.


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PollyReports 1.2
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PollyReports.py provides a set of classes for database report writing. It assumes that you are using Reportlab to do PDF generation, but can work with any "canvas-like" object as desired.
PollyReports provides the following framework for report generation:
A Report object has a data source bound to it at instantiation. One or more Band objects (at least, a detail Band) must be added to it, and then the generate() method will be called to process the data source. The data source must be an iterator that produces objects that can be accessed via [] operations, meaning mainly dict, list, and tuple types, i.e. the most common types of records returned by standard database modules. The detail band is generated() once for each row.
Band objects contain a list of Elements (generally at least one) which define how data from the row should be printed. An Element may print any normal data item or label and may be subclassed to handle other things like images. Generating a band in turn calls Element.generate() for each element, producing a list of Renderers with the first item in the list being the overall height of the band. The height is used to decide if the band will fit on the current page; if not, a new page will be created first. When the page is finally ready for the band, Renderer.render() will be called for each Renderer in the element list in order to actually render the data.
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Deadline has posted an early look at the North American trailer for The Wind Rises, a look at the life of Jiro Horikoshi, the man who designed Japanese fighter planes during World War II written and directed by Hayao Miyazaki.
Miyazaki's final film is set for limited release in North American theaters on February 21 and will expand a week later.
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Windsor Castle
Windsor, England
Windsor Castle Reviews
3 reviews
Don't visit here May 30, 2013
Avoid this place at all costs.
I went in for free because i was with a school and still got really annoyed that my time has been wasted, let alone if i have paid the odd 30 pounds.
This includes the pleasure to visit a small outside part around 5% of the castle if even that.
As the rest is a private residency, your paying for nothing.
You really feel like your in someones back yard.
There is no information, background knowledge, views or anything, and you are treated coldly by the staff, as if you shouldn't even be here, and you should be grateful to even come in.
Plan to visit a another castle which you can actually go inside, see all of it, and are given historic knowledge with a warmer welcome.
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A castle without Queen Mar 18, 2011
I came there in the middle of the week after the school holiday was over. I supposed it wasn't busy. Surprisingly, I need to take a queue to buy a ticket even though it didn't take too much time. This ticket, which you buy directly from the locket, can be into a free one year ticket. It's worthed for local people. At the end of your visit, you just need to put your name and signature. Don't try to cheat or they will take your ticket! Before i enter, there is a security check. Make it sure you don't bring any dangerous item, included small folded knife. Apparently, it's illegal to bring that kind of knife in England. There is also a guard change show, but i find it isn't too 'glamour' like the one in Buckingham. As usual, like any other british royal castle, you can see the royal apartment, the royal collection, the chapel, moreover you can see the kitchen, but you need to pay again for this part. Make it sure before you visit the castle, see some dates, it can be closed for royal's purpose.
3 reviews
Jan 22, 2008
The castle is excellent £14.20 adult admission but the form if you get it filled in and signed lets you return free in the next year. OK if you are local! The castle rebuilt after the 1992 fire is awesome. I never knew we still had the craftsmen who could do such work. Good selection of rooms and ticket also includes St Georges Chapel where Charles and Camilla had the blessing and Prince Edward married. Kings are commemorated there. Go it is an amazing place to visit and the staff are very friendly...
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A Beautiful Part of Great British History Aug 21, 2008
Windsor Castle can be seen for miles around. The town is built around it, and still retains much charm, with cobbled streets and sloping hills. There are many unique shops around, and, as the castle is still in use by the Royal Family, you can even go inside at certain times and see the opulant interior. It's a beautiful structure, and well worth seeing if you find yourself in south england! :)
Part of the list Top Places To Visit In South England
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Jul 17, 2007
Even though we visited on a really Foggy day this castle was beautiful. The grounds are gorgeous and clean and parking was easy and fairly close. The interiors of the castle were amazing. The only drawback was that you couldn't take pictures of the inside. I would love to go back and visit the castle on a clear day.
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The largest inhabitated castle in the world. May 28, 2005
Again, this was part of our overall tour, so I do not really know the price of the tour itself. But if you like Castles or Palaces, this has to be near the top of sights to see. And the only reason I did not give five stars is that you are not allowed pictures inside the castle.
It takes several hours to properly see this castle and the grounds. There are several inside tours of various areas, and if possible take all of them.
The shops in the castle are where you want to buy things about the castle. There is a fairly large shopping center, rail station, at the entrance and they carry more of just about everything else, including food, snacks, etc.
Part of the Spring 2005 travel blog
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104 reviews
Welcome to Windsor Mar 22, 2004
Windsor Castle, which is located just half an hour away from London, was built in the 11th century when William the Conqueror run the country and is the official summer residence of the Queen and her family nowadays.
Windsor Castle isn't just one of the royal family's private homes because this residence allows every curious citizen and tourist a view behind the scenes.
Regularly expansions during many centuries and under the authority of different monarchs, who also influenced the castle's development, have made this building to a huge, beautiful and gladly presented status symbol.
If you're nearby just come around and, if you're lucky, the Queen will invite you to a cup of Earl Grey Tea.
Strolling around the extensive castle grounds, enjoying the special atmosphere in the royal chambers, looking at the marvellous paintings all around the place and watching the changing of the guards are just a few activities of a wide range.
Visiting Windsor Castle is worthwhile if you're interested in ancient and pretty architecture, experiencing a bit of majestic lifestyle or simply a unique excursion to a very imposing spot.
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Winter Leagues
In Winter League action in the Dominican from last night, Anderson Hernandez went 1-for-5, with a single and an RBI. He remains atop the DWL leaderboard with 53 hits, two ahead of former Pirates catcher Robinzon Diaz, who sits in second place.
Alex Valdez went 1-for-4, with a run scored. His .864 OPS ranks him fifth among qualified batters in the DWL.
Felix Pie went 2-for-4, with a run scored and his 19th RBI of the DWL season. He has a .707 OPS through 40 games played.
In Puerto Rico, Benji Gonzalez went 1-for-5 before being pinch-hit for in the 14th inning. He handled all eight chances in the field cleanly. Gonzalez is now 10-for-35(.286) on the year in 16 games, with five walks, but no extra base hits.
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Stunning sisters Sam and Billie Faiers stepped up the glam factor when they had lunch out on Thursday.
And they seem very enthusiastic that summer's on its way, even if we aren't.
TOWIE star Sam , who was recently diagnosed with Crohn's Disease, looked the picture of health in a flowery blazer, skintight jeans, stilettos, and a brand new head of Inanch Gold Class hair extensions.
Of course, this may all have been to impress Joey Essex, after the pair reportedly rekindled their romance following her diagnosis.
Both her and her sister wore sunglasses and looked ready for a heat wave.
They went on to meet fellow CBB star Luisa Zissman for a drink, and Sam posted an Instagram photo of them looking colourful and very, very cheerful.
Sam wrote: "Lovely to see lulu today xx."
Business woman/reality star Luisa seemed just as excited about the meet-up.
She tweeted later: "Lovely seeing @SamanthaFaiers and meeting @BillieFaiers cutest bump EVER!! Xxx."
Playing the supportive sister, Billie showed off an ever-growing pregnant belly in a chic black outfit and bright yellow trench coat.
But what really grabbed our attention was her long hair - and it seems she treated herself to the new look for her day out.
Posting a selfie of her post-haircut just hours before, she wrote: "Oooooo ... #longhair ..."
The pair recently joined all their other TOWIE lovelies to go and see Beyonce like the rest of the country.
The girls all dressed up in sequins and crop tops for Queen Bey's Mrs Carter tour - so we are going to take all this socialising as a sign Sam is feeling better.
We can imagine it will only be a matter of time before Luisa gets in on the Essex actions.


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Create your own Style in a brand-new, completely modern, and brilliantly designed home. Offering a distinctive personality for the discerning buyer. The 5 wide white oak floors and 9' coffered ceilings impress while light from the oversized, recessed windows flows through the residence. The in-home Bosch washer and dryer can take care of any spills. Closets abound in this home so you'll never have to look twice for a place to hang your hat.
The sleek, white kitchens were custom-designed, giving the owner a neutral canvas to inspire their colorful, culinary talents. The organic white caesarstone countertop along with the integrated refrigerator and Bosch dishwasher blend seamlessly into the white cabinetry. Equipped with a stainless steel microwave and range, the kitchen enjoys underlit cabinetry as well as modern track lighting, creating drama!
The Style has been thoughtfully planned to exceed the expectations of buyers in Manhattan. The Virtual Doorman service allows for packages to be dropped off when you're not at home. The large, landscaped garden that connects the two buildings is a respite from the busy pace of the city. A fully equipped resident lounge is the perfect place for relaxing while the professionally designed fitness center and yoga area is open 24 hours a day. The building is also equipped with bike storage, a pet spa and private storage.
Harlem is your space, your New York place where your tune can be plainly heard. Beautiful brownstone streets run into wide, restaurant lined avenues with the hottest new chefs. Harlem is the geographic center of the mosaic of New York is life, and living at its most vibrant. The Style is located only a few short blocks from local and express trains. The 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6 trains give easy access to any location in the city that you desire.
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In recent years there has been a sharp increase in attacks on real estate agents while showing properties to potential clients.
According to the Bureau of Labor and Statistics, since 2003 the real estate industry has seen about 75 deaths a year as well as numerous rapes and robberies.
The nature of showing real estate leaves these agents vulnerable to attack. Agents meet complete strangers in empty homes and sometimes even have to deal with squatters and disgruntled former home owners.
The key to staying safe is to reduce your risk and learn how to defend yourself. Here are some helpful safety tips:
♦ Always verify client information: Ask your client for a phone number and a physical address. Verify the number by calling it and asking for your client. Or better yet, surprise call the client at his or her place of business. Don't use the phone number the client gave you, look up the business yourself and ask for the client by name.
♦ Never meet an unknown client at a property. Set up your first meeting with a client in a safe, neutral setting such as your office. Introduce them to your colleagues and write down the client's license plate and note the model and make of their car. You may also ask to make a copy of the client's driver's license.
♦ When showing a property, tell someone in your office where you are going and when you will be back. Call the office to check in often or have someone call you at a designated time to check on you. Set up a series of code words to alert them to various situations, such as when you feel uncomfortable during a showing or have an emergency situation.
♦ Never get into a car with an unknown client. Ask the client to follow you in a separate car. Keep your car doors locked while driving to the property.
♦ Always look around before you get out of your car. Take note of who is there and what they are doing.
♦ Park in a well lit and visible area where your car can't be blocked in. Keep your doors locked.
♦ Keep your car keys with you at all times. Install a keyless remote system in your vehicle so you don't have to fumble with keys if you need to get away quickly.
♦ When returning to your car, look around the area before approaching your car to make sure no one is waiting nearby.
♦ Always carry a fully-charged cell phone at all times and program it to call 911 at the push of a button. Carry the phone in your hand at all times, not in your pocket or briefcase.
♦ Never host an open house by yourself. Take a friend or colleague or hire an off-duty security guard or police officer to attend the open house. If you must hold an open house alone, stay near the door and let the client walk through the property themselves. Keep all your valuables locked in the trunk of your car.
♦ Meet the neighbors before holding an open house. Tell them you'll be holding an open house and ask them to call you or the police if they see anyone or anything unusual. Give them your business card with your mobile number on it.
♦ Have a guest registry at an open house. Ask all visitors to sign in and include information such as their name, driver's license and vehicle information.
♦ Don't wear expensive jewelry to a showing or open house. Skip the heels and dressy shoes and wear comfortable shoes you can fight or run in.
♦ Never show vacant properties by yourself unless you already know and trust your client.
♦ Always carry pepper spray or mace in your pocket.
♦ Always follow your client through the property and never let him or her get behind you. When you approach a room, let your client enter the room by themselves while you stand at the door. Note where the exits are and always position yourself between the client and the nearest exit.
♦ Use only your first initial and last name on "For Sale" signs to conceal your gender.
♦ Take a self-defense course. Basic self-defense training will teach you what you need to know to assess a dangerous situation and how to either flee or fight back. Take a refresher course every year so you don't forget the skills you learned.
♦ If you feel uncomfortable with a client during a showing, tell them you are expecting your colleague to arrive at the property at any moment.
♦ If the open house is at a vacant property that was foreclosed upon, take extra precautions. Walk around the property to look for signs on the doors and windows of a break-in or forced entry, even on the second floor windows. Then, knock on the front door and listen. If you don't hear anything, open the door, stand to the side and announce your presence. If anyone is squatting inside, you want to give them the opportunity to leave without a confrontation. If you still feel uncomfortable or uncertain, don't go inside alone. Ask someone to come with you or contact the police if you suspect someone is inside.
♦ Before an open house, check all the exists to make sure they are fully functioning. Any door that is blocked, locked or leads to a fenced-in area should be noted.
♦ If a property you are showing has a security system, learn how to use it. Turn on the features that signal when an exterior door has been opened. Learn how to use the security system's panic button. Test the security system before the open house or showing to make sure it is working correctly.
♦ Most importantly, trust your instincts! Listen to your intuition and don't discount any troubling feelings you might have about your client. If you feel like something is wrong, it probably is. This is a survival instinct and you should pay close attention to it.


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Sound the all clear! The crack developers at eBaum's World have earned their dinner tonight by identifying and removing all the malicious adware/malware code that had made its way to the site. Not only is the entire pile of poop gone, but Google and the Mozilla foundation have pronounced the site to be clean. It may take up to 24 hours for the changes to propagate across the interwebs, so chilax! Now if I could get the same diagnosis from my doctor it'll be a good night. Thank you to all the users who helped identify the problem and for being patient while we fixed this mess. Let this be a lesson to you, keep your anti-virus/adware/malware software up to date and never ever use Internet Explorer to surf the web.


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have been running some ikon 2.2 exo tr.'s on a ti fargo for about 1000-1200 miles and starting to think about a replacement
first off- have had zero problems with these tires just seeing if there is something else to fit my conflicting needs better
its become my do it all bike so light single track to bike packing to some pavement so grip and rolling resistance both come into play.
the bike is rigid so shock absorption is a nice attribute. the ikons do ok but i wonder if a switch to 2.35's might be advised. Would the 2.2 non tr do better here (and in rolling resistance) due to more supple sidewalls?
on loose over hard the 2.2's leave a bit to be desired as far as control,no crashes yet, but some pucker moments.
Durability enters in because some of my planned trips are quite far from the car and shops so a failure would suck. Again the 2.2's have been flawless with no visible damage.
I realize that there is always a compromise in tire selection just looking to tap some others experience


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Hello fellow bikers,
I was about to go riding yesterday. And when I arrived at my storage in the secured parking garage at my apartment. I was devistated to find a crappy city bike someone had switched for my prized intense mountain bike. Needless to say I was absolutely devistated.
I spent all of college working at a bike shop and gradually built my dream bike. Which today I could never afford. Here are the specs, also - am offering a $1000 reward to info leading to or recovery.
Intense 5.5 red medium frame w/5th element shock - has a small dent on the downtube near the headtube
5th element shock, frame has older style rear triangle with upgraded monolink from intense.
Polished bomber z1 mcr plolished fork (no decals)
Hope 4 piston brakes silver billet 185mm rotors (lightning bolts on rotors)
Ovation wheels
Sram X.O components and old style xtr crank
XT cassette
Easton carbon seat post
Kona race light seat (plain black leather)
Salsa stem/handlebars
Ovation/marin grips
time atac aluminum pedals
Obviously whomever stole it knew what they where doing. Also security cameras show that a vehicle was used to steal/switch the bikes
It was stolen from the midrigal lofts
811 4th st nw. Washinton dc. (Near chinatown)
Thank you everyone for your help. I would be eternally grateful and offer a $1000 reward to anyone who gets my bike back. If you have any information call me or e-mail me at the info listed below.
im posting this in several forums to get the word spread..


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Shock rout Silver Stars
Katie Smith scored a game-high 31 points Sunday to lead the Detroit Shock past the San Antonio Silver Stars 99-84.
The Shock were a 2-point underdog in the game. The combined score went OVER the posted over/under total (148.5).
Alexis Hornbuckle added 14 points for Detroit and Deanna Nolan had nine points, seven rebounds and six assists.
Sophia Young led the Silver Stars with 19 points and Ann Wauters had 18 points.


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Smoking addiction is the most common aspect of being tightly dependent on something. Based on the definition of the addiction behavior, this can't be considered as healthy behavior though the effects of smoking are damages and health issues such as ulcers and respiratory damages that can lead to lungs cancer. The reality is that smoking addiction has more than one aspect. As addiction, it is a psychological disorder and it is caused by the dependency on certain substance. The importance of that type of addiction is that can expand the effects to non smokers and may harm them indirectly.
Smoking addiction causes:
Smoking addiction can be understood through understanding the reasons that leads to the first cigarette. Yet the smoking habit is something that is learned and settled after several experiences, and that tobacco contains some addictive substances, the reason behind smoking is not material.
Smoking is considered as a social behavior that should be interpreted as sign of belonging to an age class or financial class. It holds to psychological reasons. The smoker first think about his belonging state and begin smoking to identify himself. Listed below, in more details, the psychological reason to start smoking:
- It's a challenge to others: the subject has to prove himself as courageous, not susceptible to intimidation by daring this step ahead. This is the real point that separates him from being a child and becoming a growing up.
- It's a sign of being responsible and reliable: someone who can go so far is someone able of considerable sacrifices; he is dependable and wise.
- It's a fashion: adolescents tend to smoke in order to attract the opposite who would try the same by what fits (making up)
- The mark you smoke is you social rank: in fact, rich guys smoke expensive cigarettes and medium guys smoke average cigarettes.
- It's none but an imitation: the guy or the girl are influenced by an idol who smokes. This can be parent, a brother, a star or a character.
After smoking the first cigarette, there is a serial of events that happens within the brain -for the addiction process- that lead to smoking addiction.
Physiology of smoking addiction:
Smoking addiction has another side beside the psychological one; it is related to the neural functioning of the body. There are some reactions that happens within the brain that leads the subject to become really addicted to tobacco. In fact, tobacco when incinerated and inhaled loads the lungs with nicotine. Actually, the brain produces its own nicotine. This protein is involved in energetic reactions within the whole body as a compound that serves as transfer bus nicotinamide adenine dinucleotide where nicotinamide is the vitamin B3. The high amount of nicotine induces the release of dopamine; the hormone of satisfaction and pleasure. The lack of this hormone induces the brain to begin claiming it, this leads to more cigarettes and more nicotine. At every smoked cigarette, the effect of nicotine as stimulator decreases and the brain claims more nicotine to rise the dopamine induction.
Symptoms of smoking addiction:
Smoking addiction is associated to several symptoms. The reality is that addiction is the state of dependeny on nicotine. The symptoms are usually called withdrawal symptoms because they occur during the period of trying to stop smoking. As long as you are on cigarettes, addiction symptoms are :
- You can't think about stop smoking.
- You defend the smoking behavior.
- You seek cigarettes whenever you are nervous, excited or stressed out.
At first sight, quitting smoking seems to be a hard task ; it is more related to psychology than to physiology. Actually, the two of them are fused in order to complicate the fact. The good news is that the will of the smoker can really reduce to nothing and make easy overcoming the smoking addiction.


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Hello Everyone,
I'm somewhat of an adventure travel enthusiast and my latest interest is in Gorilla Safari. I'm interested to go on an adventure tour to Uganda in the first quarter of 2012. Unfortunately, the basic cost I'm getting to undertake an 11 day tour starts from $ 5700 (This is from Wilderness Travel). Since I'm inexperienced in planning out this form of trip, is this cost reasonable, cheap or expensive. Could you suggest tour companies that are cheaper and offer a similar package. looking forward to your reply.


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|Tales of Legendia (2005)
|(Clean-Up Animators)
|Tales of the Abyss (2005)
|(Digital Painters - Production I.G)
|Tales of Destiny II (2000)
|(Touch Up)
|Tales of Phantasia (1998)
|(Trace & Paint)
|Tales of Destiny (1997)
|(Digital Editing)
|Namco x Capcom (2005)
|(Finish Work (仕上))
|Summon Night 2 (2001)
|(Finish Work (仕上))
|Sakura Taisen 2: Kimi, Shinitamou Koto Nakare (1998)
|(Digital Operators (デジタルオペレーター))
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It started in a national cemetery in upstate NY, with the the trumpet of the great, great, great granddaughter of Brigadier General Daniel Butterfield. There was a crowd of hundreds of people surrounding
her as she stood among an array of American flags. Veterans stood at attention saluting the flag and as the bang of the gun salute ended, the first notes of her bugle sounded - Taps was in the air and it would echo for 42 miles. As the 24 unmistakable notes floated across the cemetery, they were picked up by the next bugler, and the next, and the next, and the next, and the next. Volunteer buglers, young and old, teenagers, firemen, civilians and veterans with trumpets, tubas, trombones and bugles, all stood at attention along roads and highways waiting, honoring and remembering.
As Taps approached, they raised their instruments and played, echoing Taps down the long, long brass line that stretched over hill and dale, from village to town, while motorists slowed, stopped and stood. People were lined up along the route, waving flags, taking photos and talking, but when Taps approached, they fell silent. No words were spoken, and none were needed. The 24 unmistakeable notes that are Taps passed through each person and carried on down the road. Forty two miles later, as those solemn notes made their way into the second national cemetery, even more people were standing, waiting with anticipation and reverence.
After each volunteer from the 42 mile route had marched into the cemetery to drum cadence and fallen into formation, their horns suddenly snapped up. What happened next was perhaps the loudest crescendo of the blowing of taps ever performed. As the final notes cascaded loudly over the countryside and began to fade there was a pause. Then far off in the distance came the report of a lone bugler, a WW II veteran in full uniform, whose notes echoed to rest on the graves of the fallen, but not forgotten.
This is the story of Echo Taps: The Long Brass Line. You can get the full story on DVD at their website. It is easy to "remember" but it is another thing to act. The story of Echo Taps, which took place several years ago on Armed Forces Day, was an amazing undertaking and ultimately an act of respect for the men and women who have acted on our behalf since before we were a country, giving, serving and dying for the freedom we enjoy today. If you don't have a real understanding of what memorial Day means; if, when you hear Taps played, you don't understand why others find it hard to take a breath or swallow, I hope that as an American, or a guest to our great country, that you do find out, and I hope it stays with you the rest of your life. We may live and work in a knowledge economy, but do we know of our freedom. Groups like Echo Taps strive to remind us, and make sure the notes of freedom are played, heard and echoed from generation to generation, they way my grandfather and father taught me. You can see the video of the history of Taps here.
There is a video on YouTube of John William's Hymn To The Fallen, which is set to some moving photos that depict the sheer magnitude of sacrifice of millions of our soldiers around the world, and the ongoing respect that is displayed every day at each of those hallowed grounds. There is also the famous scene from the movie, Saving Private Ryan, in which General Marshall reads the letter from Abraham Lincoln to Mrs. Bixby.
Today, there are a number of ways in which you can remember, honor, respect and support those that selflessly serve our country. One of which is Folds of Honor. With your support, when Taps is played at the the funeral of one of our servicemen or servicewomen today, Folds of Honor steps in and lays a check upon the folded American flag that is given to the family. That check provides scholarship dollars for the children and spouses who, like Mrs. Bixby, have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom.
Day is done, gone the sun
From the lakes, from the hills, from the sky
All is well, safely rest
God is nigh.
Fading light dims the sight
And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright
From afar, drawing near
Falls the night.
Thanks and praise for our days
Neath the sun, neath the stars, neath the sky
As we go, this we know
God is nigh.


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Who knew there was a never-before-heard of cousin of Genoa City's Abbott Clan, named Andrew? Well, according to Soap Opera Digest The Young and the Restless is expanding the Abbott clan with this contract role, which means another new character will hit the CBS soap soon, probably initially much to the chagrin of Y&R fans, who have begging the show to focus on the veteran characters.
On the bright side, the Abbott's get an extended family member! The casting notice that went out says the following: "The show is actively searching for 'a strong leading man" in his "mid to late 30s' to play the contract role of the 'handsome and educated' Andrew. The character is also described as 'very driven and ambitious."
So what actor familiar to daytime or primetime television audiences, do you think would be a good fit as Andrew Abbott? What do you think about the series bringing in another new character? OK with it? Will it shake things up? Or, not needed? Who do you think Andrew Abbott would be romantically involved with on the canvas? Weigh-in below in the comment section!


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Cardiovascular Radiologist
Use high-tech imaging to determine the cause of heart problems.
What does a Cardiovascular Radiologist do?
The Cardiovascular Radiologist is the mad Scientist of the health care world, using cutting-edge technology and x-rays to diagnose and treat ailments that stump all the other Doctors. A Doctor trained to use radioactive substances in order to see any diseases in the human body, a Cardiovascular Radiologist is a creative thinker who acts as the last line of defense against mysterious illnesses.
Your job, if you're a Cardiovascular Radiologist, is to see the unseen: the internal parts of the human body. Through radioactive injections, organs are illuminated in x-rays or other scanning devices, allowing you to see how well blood vessels are pumping, hence the term "vascular." By looking at these images, you can identify anomalies in the way blood and organs pump and function. Based on what you discover, you recommend further tests or treatment.
More than likely, you're employed by a hospital, working in both labs and offices. When not working directly with patients, you pore over reports and study images. In addition, other Radiologists may use you as a Consultant when faced with a confounding case.
Since you interact with desperate and sick individuals, this can be a stressful job. However, because your expertise entails high expectations from patients and other Doctors, you're seen as the superhero of diagnosis.