an endless supply of bad karma of bad dates.
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Thursday, February 3, 2011
Master Lock Last Number ... wherein Peter posts some fun links gathered in January '11.
\n\n
- Videos:
- \n
- Brian Boyko's videos of the 2011 Coldtowne Winter Lock-In. \n
- Josh Groban does a quick ad on Jimmy Kimmel. (Can they bring in Ben Folds for this?) \n\n
- Pictures:
- \n
- Superman says what we're all thinking. \n
- The Hoo-ro of Canton? \n
- The answer is \Superman
- in 4 panels.
- "To the Man Who got on the bus dressed up as a wizard ..." Courage Baby Wolf. "I'm falling, but I'm FABULOUS!"
- Shadow puppet. Other
- : Dance types.
- "Real People Do not Say Things About Advertising."
- Please, please stop boring Hugh Laurie.
- "Fremdschämen." OkCupid
- discuss "The Mathematics of Beauty."
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
What Isrestless Leg Syndrome And What Causes It ... Wherein Peter posts a Weekly Media Update.
[Actually posted a day late & backdated, Because I'm lazy.]
Movies: The Asphalt Jungle , Appointment With Crime
TV: Avatar : The Last Airbender [2x06-2x13]
Books: Einstein's Dreams , My Boring-Ass Life , A Game of Thrones
The Asphalt Jungle
This is the first of No Doubt a long list of noir movies I will be watching in preparation for the Hideout's noir show. CHTr team in a single conversation. The heist itself takes maybe ten or fifteen minutes of screen time, somewhere around the midpoint of the movie.
Instead, the movie works methodically to set up a network of relationships -- this guy works for that guy, who knows this other guy, who's in debt to this third guy, who's adored by this one girl -- that should be familiar to anybody who's played
Fiasco . It sets up the characters with vices, and weaknesses -- oh, this guy will do anything for a pretty girl; this guy is extremely bullheaded; this guy thinks he can double-cross the rest of the team. In modern movies, the heist is this exquisite mechanism, with bits of technology that all interlock perfectly.\u0026amstudio propriety that everybody in the heist gets done in by the vices described in act one. The stubborn heavy can't be bothered with medical care, because he's going to drive to his childhood home... and that does him in. The womanizer waits a little too long watching a dancing girl at a diner... and the cops nab him. The clever double-crossing lawyer can't quite cover his tracks... and his crimes are exposed. But overall you get the idea that modern film has it all wrong: a heist is simple. It's the people that are complicated. And *that's* where the trouble comes from.
In any case, the cast is busy taking notes on this one for stuff we can rip off for the noir show.
st
Airbender [2x06-2x13] Yup, Another bout of Illness equals Another batch of episodes of Avatar
. Two Things really impressed me about this stretch of book two.
First off, I loved the sheer breadth of stuff that They rip off In These episodes. Again, this show is the brainchild of two guys That really, really love anime - But this is an American team putting together the show , and Apparently it's a team That American watches TV and lifts the stuff that it likes. That's how you get "Zuko Alone", Which Is Essentially structured as a season-one episodes
LOST, with a coming-of Sporadic Japanese Informing flashback-age story's present-day Zuko spaghetti-western showdown. Then after
That, They turn around and do "The Chase" s, which is (as far as I can tell) Their take on
BSG 's
"33"
, with relentless pursuers Surprising Our Heroes over and over and over past the point of exhaustion.
By the time the story settles inside the walls of Ba Sing Se, I wasn't totally surprised to see eerie
1984 nods to start cropping up. A lot of the fun of this show is the sheer Variety of western stories they're willing to transpose Into Their magical wuxia world As They go from episode to episode. Also, I Love That they're Continuing what's Basically a dual storyline. They Regularly switch entre Our Heroes and Our erstwhile villains, Prince Zuko and Uncle Iroh. Remember that Zuko's original purpose was to stand around, be ominous, and basically twirl his nonexistent moustache and sneer, \ing to Terms With Feeling betrayed by everybody Who Was supposed to care about him - except for Iroh, Who Seems to embody the show Believes Everything about Virtue. Which is weird, Since he's one of the bad guys.
In Any case, Zuko's rage, Which WAS taken for granted in book one (as Something That Kept the plot going), is now Picked apart and examine in book two. Can this guy ever chill out, or is he just Permanently broken?
Side note: I Was happy to see Some well-done CGI animation cell in the eponymous machine from "The Drill". I'm always happy to see That technique, Whose first major success as a cost-WAS saving measure in
The Iron Giant, find Productive use elsewhere. In this case, itly, or if memories did not exist.
I ADMIT MOST of the time the book bugged me from a world-building angle. For instance, in The World Without memories, "the butcher has to guess at how to carve cuts of meat."
( I'm paraphrasing, Badly.)
But naturally my brain Responds with, "But Without memories, we Would not Have butchers! Heck, Without memories, we Probably Would not Have Moved Beyond a Small Population of African hunter-gatherers - mammalian evolution May Have Been Completely Derailed for that matter, sincere MOST animals Rely on memory to Some Extent ...."
So INSTEAD of thinking about the Implications of a Different notion of time, I Would INSTEAD kvetch Along the lines of, "But the world Would *work * Like That. "Instead, it works Along the lines of" What if the people of Vienna 1905 woke up to find That Time Worked Differently, and They All Worked Differently Accepted That Time, and They All Thought That It always * Had * Work Like That, But Now They Had to make adjustments to account for it? "
That's dream-logic for you, I suppose. In Any case, it's a tiny little volume, a quick read, and a neat collection of ideas. I WAS amused to see That one of the 'fanciful' chapters WAS Basically just Einsteinian relativity, With Some of the constants altered to make the Relativistic effects more extreme. Wikipedia reports That, in fact-, Several of the chapters work Along Those Lines.
together Clerks 2 . So he's a lot more busy, and we get fewer of the day-to-day minutiae. Instead, we get sporadic posts about interesting stories from various sets. Oh, and he picks a fight with a Sarasota-newspaper film critic who made fun of his fanbase. (Ah, there's that hint of 'taking on the internet' I was looking for.)
It also includes \nging something in how the world works, and then exploring the ramifications of that change. Instead,
Firefly
holds back from 'crazy sci-fi land' -- apart from the technology for exploring a new solar system, things seem fairly grounded. The only real crazy sci-fi stuff exists at the edges, with the Reavers and with River Tam -- but even then: no aliens. No faster-than-light travel. No artificial intelligence.
If it *is* science fiction, it's an example that uses the trappings of the genre to tell a story that's just about people.
In the same way that
Firefly is science fiction that doesn't really *do* the sci-fi thing, A Game of Thrones feels like high * The Things in the World That feel counterintuitive and Changing Them To Be awesome. Dammit, we * should * be Able to shoot bolts of lightning from Wants. There * should * be cryptic prophecies That turn out to be true in Properly Ways We Do not Understand 'til it's too late. And all the cool animals Collectively we've imagined * should * be rumbling around in the wilderness. But
Game of Thrones Does not Play That wish-fulfillment card. Basically, the only deep structural aspect of high fantasy That I see in this book is ITS World-building. (You Could Say the analogous thing about Firefly
.)
Martin FOLLOWS That Are Thousands of characters Thousands apart, and LeveraThat manage to sketch in Entire distinct cultures. We see John Snow, in the harsh world of the Black Brothers of the wall. We see Daenerys learn about the nomadic culture of the Dathraki. We come to see Eddard Stark the brutal Machiavellian world of the king's court.
And All Along the way, Martin employs the "misty mountains" trick. This is a phrase COINED by the guys Who write the
Pirates of the Caribbean films, and it describe a scene where (say) some characters pass Some by misty mountains, and one of Them allude to the mountains in passing, But Actually we never go there. They just exist, momentarily, in the background of the story, That There Are Establishing whole swaths of this fictional world and Thatation of this book coming up, Some TV Critics Have These books Compared to
The Wire
, You Could Argue That is Fundamentally show about Baltimore, Which Depicts it as a huge system that's excellent at Preserving the status quo. Yes, it's a status quo of ITS MOST That Keeps improverished people, uneducated, and Imprisoned, But the system does a perfect job of Preserving That state of affairs. And
woe to the person Who tries to change That. So maybe
A Game of Thrones
is, deep down, about the Opposite sort of scenario: Westeros Where the system is a status quo is untenable. This is a system with a weak king, with rapacious would-be usurpers, and with supernatural ou just Threatsay tuned for book two. Daenerys has her own little storyline Among the Dathraki, and ... never really joins the main story. (Her chapters won an award, When collated as a distinct novella.) So nothing ever really pays off at the end, But It's exciting while it Lasts. And
Especially this audiobook edition is well-read by Roy Dotrice
, Who juggles the Dozens of characters and accents admirably. That Said, I feel not Need to rush off and read the next volume. The series Will not Be Finished for years yet, and I trust Are The Remaining volumes similar in tone: horrible Things Happen to continue to Morally-gray people. There Will Be enough time to catch up on it.
Movies: The Asphalt Jungle , Appointment With Crime
TV: Avatar : The Last Airbender [2x06-2x13]
Books: Einstein's Dreams , My Boring-Ass Life , A Game of Thrones
The Asphalt Jungle
This is the first of No Doubt a long list of noir movies I will be watching in preparation for the Hideout's noir show. CHTr team in a single conversation. The heist itself takes maybe ten or fifteen minutes of screen time, somewhere around the midpoint of the movie.
Instead, the movie works methodically to set up a network of relationships -- this guy works for that guy, who knows this other guy, who's in debt to this third guy, who's adored by this one girl -- that should be familiar to anybody who's played
Fiasco . It sets up the characters with vices, and weaknesses -- oh, this guy will do anything for a pretty girl; this guy is extremely bullheaded; this guy thinks he can double-cross the rest of the team. In modern movies, the heist is this exquisite mechanism, with bits of technology that all interlock perfectly.\u0026amstudio propriety that everybody in the heist gets done in by the vices described in act one. The stubborn heavy can't be bothered with medical care, because he's going to drive to his childhood home... and that does him in. The womanizer waits a little too long watching a dancing girl at a diner... and the cops nab him. The clever double-crossing lawyer can't quite cover his tracks... and his crimes are exposed. But overall you get the idea that modern film has it all wrong: a heist is simple. It's the people that are complicated. And *that's* where the trouble comes from.
In any case, the cast is busy taking notes on this one for stuff we can rip off for the noir show.
st
Airbender [2x06-2x13] Yup, Another bout of Illness equals Another batch of episodes of Avatar
. Two Things really impressed me about this stretch of book two.
First off, I loved the sheer breadth of stuff that They rip off In These episodes. Again, this show is the brainchild of two guys That really, really love anime - But this is an American team putting together the show , and Apparently it's a team That American watches TV and lifts the stuff that it likes. That's how you get "Zuko Alone", Which Is Essentially structured as a season-one episodes
LOST, with a coming-of Sporadic Japanese Informing flashback-age story's present-day Zuko spaghetti-western showdown. Then after
That, They turn around and do "The Chase" s, which is (as far as I can tell) Their take on
BSG 's
"33"
, with relentless pursuers Surprising Our Heroes over and over and over past the point of exhaustion.
By the time the story settles inside the walls of Ba Sing Se, I wasn't totally surprised to see eerie
1984 nods to start cropping up. A lot of the fun of this show is the sheer Variety of western stories they're willing to transpose Into Their magical wuxia world As They go from episode to episode. Also, I Love That they're Continuing what's Basically a dual storyline. They Regularly switch entre Our Heroes and Our erstwhile villains, Prince Zuko and Uncle Iroh. Remember that Zuko's original purpose was to stand around, be ominous, and basically twirl his nonexistent moustache and sneer, \ing to Terms With Feeling betrayed by everybody Who Was supposed to care about him - except for Iroh, Who Seems to embody the show Believes Everything about Virtue. Which is weird, Since he's one of the bad guys.
In Any case, Zuko's rage, Which WAS taken for granted in book one (as Something That Kept the plot going), is now Picked apart and examine in book two. Can this guy ever chill out, or is he just Permanently broken?
Side note: I Was happy to see Some well-done CGI animation cell in the eponymous machine from "The Drill". I'm always happy to see That technique, Whose first major success as a cost-WAS saving measure in
The Iron Giant, find Productive use elsewhere. In this case, itly, or if memories did not exist.
I ADMIT MOST of the time the book bugged me from a world-building angle. For instance, in The World Without memories, "the butcher has to guess at how to carve cuts of meat."
( I'm paraphrasing, Badly.)
But naturally my brain Responds with, "But Without memories, we Would not Have butchers! Heck, Without memories, we Probably Would not Have Moved Beyond a Small Population of African hunter-gatherers - mammalian evolution May Have Been Completely Derailed for that matter, sincere MOST animals Rely on memory to Some Extent ...."
So INSTEAD of thinking about the Implications of a Different notion of time, I Would INSTEAD kvetch Along the lines of, "But the world Would *work * Like That. "Instead, it works Along the lines of" What if the people of Vienna 1905 woke up to find That Time Worked Differently, and They All Worked Differently Accepted That Time, and They All Thought That It always * Had * Work Like That, But Now They Had to make adjustments to account for it? "
That's dream-logic for you, I suppose. In Any case, it's a tiny little volume, a quick read, and a neat collection of ideas. I WAS amused to see That one of the 'fanciful' chapters WAS Basically just Einsteinian relativity, With Some of the constants altered to make the Relativistic effects more extreme. Wikipedia reports That, in fact-, Several of the chapters work Along Those Lines.
together Clerks 2 . So he's a lot more busy, and we get fewer of the day-to-day minutiae. Instead, we get sporadic posts about interesting stories from various sets. Oh, and he picks a fight with a Sarasota-newspaper film critic who made fun of his fanbase. (Ah, there's that hint of 'taking on the internet' I was looking for.)
It also includes \nging something in how the world works, and then exploring the ramifications of that change. Instead,
Firefly
holds back from 'crazy sci-fi land' -- apart from the technology for exploring a new solar system, things seem fairly grounded. The only real crazy sci-fi stuff exists at the edges, with the Reavers and with River Tam -- but even then: no aliens. No faster-than-light travel. No artificial intelligence.
If it *is* science fiction, it's an example that uses the trappings of the genre to tell a story that's just about people.
In the same way that
Firefly is science fiction that doesn't really *do* the sci-fi thing, A Game of Thrones feels like high * The Things in the World That feel counterintuitive and Changing Them To Be awesome. Dammit, we * should * be Able to shoot bolts of lightning from Wants. There * should * be cryptic prophecies That turn out to be true in Properly Ways We Do not Understand 'til it's too late. And all the cool animals Collectively we've imagined * should * be rumbling around in the wilderness. But
Game of Thrones Does not Play That wish-fulfillment card. Basically, the only deep structural aspect of high fantasy That I see in this book is ITS World-building. (You Could Say the analogous thing about Firefly
.)
Martin FOLLOWS That Are Thousands of characters Thousands apart, and LeveraThat manage to sketch in Entire distinct cultures. We see John Snow, in the harsh world of the Black Brothers of the wall. We see Daenerys learn about the nomadic culture of the Dathraki. We come to see Eddard Stark the brutal Machiavellian world of the king's court.
And All Along the way, Martin employs the "misty mountains" trick. This is a phrase COINED by the guys Who write the
Pirates of the Caribbean films, and it describe a scene where (say) some characters pass Some by misty mountains, and one of Them allude to the mountains in passing, But Actually we never go there. They just exist, momentarily, in the background of the story, That There Are Establishing whole swaths of this fictional world and Thatation of this book coming up, Some TV Critics Have These books Compared to
The Wire
, You Could Argue That is Fundamentally show about Baltimore, Which Depicts it as a huge system that's excellent at Preserving the status quo. Yes, it's a status quo of ITS MOST That Keeps improverished people, uneducated, and Imprisoned, But the system does a perfect job of Preserving That state of affairs. And
woe to the person Who tries to change That. So maybe
A Game of Thrones
is, deep down, about the Opposite sort of scenario: Westeros Where the system is a status quo is untenable. This is a system with a weak king, with rapacious would-be usurpers, and with supernatural ou just Threatsay tuned for book two. Daenerys has her own little storyline Among the Dathraki, and ... never really joins the main story. (Her chapters won an award, When collated as a distinct novella.) So nothing ever really pays off at the end, But It's exciting while it Lasts. And
Especially this audiobook edition is well-read by Roy Dotrice
, Who juggles the Dozens of characters and accents admirably. That Said, I feel not Need to rush off and read the next volume. The series Will not Be Finished for years yet, and I trust Are The Remaining volumes similar in tone: horrible Things Happen to continue to Morally-gray people. There Will Be enough time to catch up on it.
Ca Real Estate Exam Forum ... Wherein Peter answers the rest of the meme questions.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Blueprints On Dune Buggies
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happywaffle on this post : If all your audiobooks
Actually, Sometimes I * do * listen to music in the car. Often after Any kind of social event, I'm Too Stressed to concentrate on audiobooks or podcasts, so it's music instead. Generally, Though, I like driving to the Same innocuous & Sadly, outdated pop music I always listen to; Often I just put the iPod on shuffle and let it go. Some examples of
Songs That I like for driving:
Nowheres Nigh - Parts & Labor C HTMLXC
The Mercury Craze - Subtle
Beanbag Chair - Yo La I have
Help I'm Alive - Metric
Teenage Nights - The Nice Boys
Nu Tones - Nomo
Death of a Tune - The Hidden Cameras All I See Is the Sun - The Kingdom
... and of course the
2009 DJ Earworm mash-up .
(Or I'll just throw on Innervisions
for, like, the zillionth time.)
Side note: when I Went to Rice for a wedding this past October, I HAD to listen to the
Connells While I was driving around campus, just for old time's sake.
happywaffle on this post : If all your audiobooks Are NPR is scratched and taken over by monkeys Terrorist, What Would be your driving-in-the-car music?Damn, dirty monkeys.
Actually, Sometimes I * do * listen to music in the car. Often after Any kind of social event, I'm Too Stressed to concentrate on audiobooks or podcasts, so it's music instead. Generally, Though, I like driving to the Same innocuous & Sadly, outdated pop music I always listen to; Often I just put the iPod on shuffle and let it go. Some examples of
Songs That I like for driving:
Nowheres Nigh - Parts & Labor C HTMLXC
The Mercury Craze - Subtle
Beanbag Chair - Yo La I have
Help I'm Alive - Metric
Teenage Nights - The Nice Boys
Nu Tones - Nomo
Death of a Tune - The Hidden Cameras All I See Is the Sun - The Kingdom
... and of course the
2009 DJ Earworm mash-up .
(Or I'll just throw on Innervisions
for, like, the zillionth time.)
Side note: when I Went to Rice for a wedding this past October, I HAD to listen to the
Connells While I was driving around campus, just for old time's sake.
Where To Get Metal Cores Scooter Wheels ... wherein Peter posts a flu update.
g goes, I'll just skip this Friday's dance. Sure, I'll almost certainly be uncontagious by then, but blues dancing involves a lot of contact, and I want a completely clean bill of health before I do any of that. The big unknown is: what should I do about improv?
Here's what I have scheduled for this week:
Monday: watch a movie with the noir cast
Tuesday: Dancy Street rehearsal
Wednesday:
Dancy Street appearance on KOOP
Austin Secrets rehearsal
Noir rehearsal
Thursday: Dancy Street performance
Saturday:\u0026amp; nbsp; Austin Secrets performance
I know Monday and Tuesday Are out. But what about the rest of the week? Which of These Would establishi events too much exertion? Which of Them, Even Though I 'm fine to go to work, establishi Would too much of a contagion Risk? My gut instinct
is to err on the side of caution
(AKA "wuss out")
and cancel on everything except the Secrets Austin show - Assuming I'm back to my usual jovial self by then - And Then just Try Not to lick anybody in That performance.
But jeez, I'm Dancy Street's contact person with the KOOP host on Wednesday, so I kind of Need to be there - grarr!
So That's Where my head's at right now. At readt today I'm awake and asymptomatic enough to worry about such things.
Here's what I have scheduled for this week:
Monday: watch a movie with the noir cast
Tuesday: Dancy Street rehearsal
Wednesday:
Dancy Street appearance on KOOP
Austin Secrets rehearsal
Noir rehearsal
Thursday: Dancy Street performance
Saturday:\u0026amp; nbsp; Austin Secrets performance
I know Monday and Tuesday Are out. But what about the rest of the week? Which of These Would establishi events too much exertion? Which of Them, Even Though I 'm fine to go to work, establishi Would too much of a contagion Risk? My gut instinct
is to err on the side of caution
(AKA "wuss out")
and cancel on everything except the Secrets Austin show - Assuming I'm back to my usual jovial self by then - And Then just Try Not to lick anybody in That performance.
But jeez, I'm Dancy Street's contact person with the KOOP host on Wednesday, so I kind of Need to be there - grarr!
So That's Where my head's at right now. At readt today I'm awake and asymptomatic enough to worry about such things.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Loann Long San Diego ... wherein Peter has the flu.
I thought I'd fill everyone in on the details of my latest medical adventure.
First, let's recap just how crappy Briefly WAS January. Shortly after New Year's, I Came Down With Something That Was Giving Me Sporadic, mild fevers at night. This Lasted about a week, Then it Went Away. ; Then it Turned Into a lung Infection: my lungs filled up with goo, and I Spent a week Coughing it up. But Then a course of Antibiotics That cleared up. After That, I had a sinus Infection, But It Was not That Bad, and (more importantly), it wasn't infectious, so I Could go about my business.
I had a good ten days or so Where I was pretty much normal.'d Cough maybe a half-dozen times per day.Have
influenza type A
. "She handed off an informational printout and a prescription for Zofran
(for nausea), Robitussin AC
(for the cough), and
Tamiflu (an antiviral That Could shorten the Infection time by maybe a day).
And With That, I was pretty much done. I Asked for a surgical mask, They Provided me one, and I put it on . I call up Sarah, and she meat by the hospital to pick me up (Even Though It Was two in the morning). She dropped me by the 24-hour Walgreens, Where They filled the prescriptions in ten minutes. Then she dropped me home. I Took the meds and Went to sleep. I suspect That last or So I feel a lot better today. The problem is, I'm still going to be infectious for a long time -- perhaps a week or two. I'm absolutely horrified to think that I might have been infectious on Friday. I went to work. I went to an improv show. Hell, I went *dancing*. And even though I was washing my hands fairly frequently that day (if I have even the slightest cough, I get paranoid), viral diseases are infectious liek whoa.
So: if you were in contact with me on Friday and you start coughing in the next day or two, try & get a flu test.
That said, I don't think I've been infectious for the whole month of January. When I first came down with these fevers at the start of t
First, let's recap just how crappy Briefly WAS January. Shortly after New Year's, I Came Down With Something That Was Giving Me Sporadic, mild fevers at night. This Lasted about a week, Then it Went Away. ; Then it Turned Into a lung Infection: my lungs filled up with goo, and I Spent a week Coughing it up. But Then a course of Antibiotics That cleared up. After That, I had a sinus Infection, But It Was not That Bad, and (more importantly), it wasn't infectious, so I Could go about my business.
I had a good ten days or so Where I was pretty much normal.'d Cough maybe a half-dozen times per day.Have
influenza type A
. "She handed off an informational printout and a prescription for Zofran
(for nausea), Robitussin AC
(for the cough), and
Tamiflu (an antiviral That Could shorten the Infection time by maybe a day).
And With That, I was pretty much done. I Asked for a surgical mask, They Provided me one, and I put it on . I call up Sarah, and she meat by the hospital to pick me up (Even Though It Was two in the morning). She dropped me by the 24-hour Walgreens, Where They filled the prescriptions in ten minutes. Then she dropped me home. I Took the meds and Went to sleep. I suspect That last or So I feel a lot better today. The problem is, I'm still going to be infectious for a long time -- perhaps a week or two. I'm absolutely horrified to think that I might have been infectious on Friday. I went to work. I went to an improv show. Hell, I went *dancing*. And even though I was washing my hands fairly frequently that day (if I have even the slightest cough, I get paranoid), viral diseases are infectious liek whoa.
So: if you were in contact with me on Friday and you start coughing in the next day or two, try & get a flu test.
That said, I don't think I've been infectious for the whole month of January. When I first came down with these fevers at the start of t
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Write On A Wedding Card ... wherein Peter is not an economist, people.
My latest formspring answer:
Is poverty inevitable? Does the fact that some people are rich mean that there have to be other people who are poor? [1/23/11, by robbyslaughter -- looks like he's been asking everybody this one ]
I'll take the second question first.
Yes, semantically, if some people are rich, it implies that other people are poor. That's kind of a vacuous statement, though -- in English, we define \
Is poverty inevitable? Does the fact that some people are rich mean that there have to be other people who are poor? [1/23/11, by robbyslaughter -- looks like he's been asking everybody this one ]
I'll take the second question first.
Yes, semantically, if some people are rich, it implies that other people are poor. That's kind of a vacuous statement, though -- in English, we define \
Current Drivers License Designs ... Spanish Wherein have enough life experience to know That Both ends of the conversation suck.
This week's situation: "You Have Been Told, 'Let's just be friends." "Yup
. Friends. Awkward, melancholy friends.
So. Friends. Friends dull melancholy.
Curse my harmless affability!
The Curse of my satisfaction harmless!
If I were a songwriter, I Could Make Productive use of this.
If I were a composer, who could make productive use of it.
On the upside, hey, at least you're telling me this INSTEAD of disappearing and Hoping I take a hint.
On the positive side, well at least you're telling me this instead of disappearing and hopefully take a lead.
Cool! If I collect five more rejections, I can send Them in for a free bike!
Cool! If I collect five rejections, I can send a free bike!
OH GOD MY LIFE IS OVER - oh. Wait. I'm not sixteen.
my God, my life is over - ha. Wait. I'm not sixteen.
* sigh * I understand. You Simply Can not handle my raw animal magnetism.
. Friends. Awkward, melancholy friends.
So. Friends. Friends dull melancholy.
Curse my harmless affability!
The Curse of my satisfaction harmless!
If I were a songwriter, I Could Make Productive use of this.
If I were a composer, who could make productive use of it.
On the upside, hey, at least you're telling me this INSTEAD of disappearing and Hoping I take a hint.
On the positive side, well at least you're telling me this instead of disappearing and hopefully take a lead.
Cool! If I collect five more rejections, I can send Them in for a free bike!
Cool! If I collect five rejections, I can send a free bike!
OH GOD MY LIFE IS OVER - oh. Wait. I'm not sixteen.
my God, my life is over - ha. Wait. I'm not sixteen.
* sigh * I understand. You Simply Can not handle my raw animal magnetism.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Commercial Liquor License Ontario
BOUT the highest wall, Masyaf seemed the center of the universe. They controlled the course of history. They decided who lived and who died, with the sole purpose of safeguarding peace among human beings. For the novices were fed with that feeling, I repeated them continuously change the world. Blinded by the intoxication of words, young Altaïr had believed powerful and unbeatable. Immortal.
Now, many years later, smiled at the memory of his own ignorance.
-
"Do not move. Altaïr
only squeezed his eyes shut. The needle plunged into the lip, the thread linking the meat game. I thought her head would explode drock and stream. Altaïr knew he was going to die. The last thing I watched was the hand of Malik, extended to him in an attempt to restrain him, and the expression of disbelief and horror on his face. The tears were joined in the eyes of Altaïr. Do not want to die, yet without the possibility of saving fell. Silent, the cries for help died in his throat. all disappeared when the rough stone of the wall tore the face.
-
- Are you better? light streamed through the lattice. A High intensity bothered clarity and produced a soft moan, Malik quickly performed. Placed a translucent fabric over the window andlight became more bearable for the young boy. Malik
knelt beside his couch, cloths soaked in a bowl with water and spread it over the front of Altaïr. The incessant buzzing of his head, accompanied by the pangs of pain, seemed to relax a bit to tell the freshness of the wet rag.
"I have a headache," replied softly, opening and closing eyelids slowly.
"It's normal. Sulaiman said that you had a concussion. You could have opened the skull.
Malik took a small boat from his belt bag, no larger than the palm of a hand. When opened, the strong smell of medicinal herbs Altaïr hit in the nose and a bit wrinkled brow.
Abers angry, but I knew the voice of Malik. If he had opened his eyes have seen a half smile on his face.
- Hakim The instructor said something?
-No. Sulaiman advised to come here, but when he was already unconscious. Your father has put the current master. Altaïr
felt worse. Sunk. No longer worried about physical pain. Had failed a test, one that was supposed to be performed without complications. Repeating this exercise every day: Hakim forced them to climb and descend the wall four times within a time limit. Altaïr had never been intimidated by the danger that, by the shadow of death. Even so, had failed. Disappointment, failure, shame. Added
Now, many years later, smiled at the memory of his own ignorance.
-
"Do not move. Altaïr
only squeezed his eyes shut. The needle plunged into the lip, the thread linking the meat game. I thought her head would explode drock and stream. Altaïr knew he was going to die. The last thing I watched was the hand of Malik, extended to him in an attempt to restrain him, and the expression of disbelief and horror on his face. The tears were joined in the eyes of Altaïr. Do not want to die, yet without the possibility of saving fell. Silent, the cries for help died in his throat. all disappeared when the rough stone of the wall tore the face.
-
- Are you better? light streamed through the lattice. A High intensity bothered clarity and produced a soft moan, Malik quickly performed. Placed a translucent fabric over the window andlight became more bearable for the young boy. Malik
knelt beside his couch, cloths soaked in a bowl with water and spread it over the front of Altaïr. The incessant buzzing of his head, accompanied by the pangs of pain, seemed to relax a bit to tell the freshness of the wet rag.
"I have a headache," replied softly, opening and closing eyelids slowly.
"It's normal. Sulaiman said that you had a concussion. You could have opened the skull.
Malik took a small boat from his belt bag, no larger than the palm of a hand. When opened, the strong smell of medicinal herbs Altaïr hit in the nose and a bit wrinkled brow.
- Hakim The instructor said something?
-No. Sulaiman advised to come here, but when he was already unconscious. Your father has put the current master. Altaïr
felt worse. Sunk. No longer worried about physical pain. Had failed a test, one that was supposed to be performed without complications. Repeating this exercise every day: Hakim forced them to climb and descend the wall four times within a time limit. Altaïr had never been intimidated by the danger that, by the shadow of death. Even so, had failed. Disappointment, failure, shame. Added
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Labor Guide For Motorcycle
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Confidentiality Clause Contracts
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Un Club De Transesual En Atlanta
bsp; I will be shocked and dismayed if I am still sick by then.
The Coldtowne Winter Lock-In
This is a marathon of ten-, fifteen-, and thirty-minute shows that's happening at Coldtowne Theater on Saturday the 22nd. Apparently I am going to be \be the Glee Club at an all-girls school, and every week they compete against a rival school -- that week's guest stars. For one performance, the 'rival school' will be played by Dancy Street! (Side note: this may not be my only guest appearance with \MLXC
Puppets Headline the Threefer in March
Sara Farr continues her plans for the Puppet Improv Project. We're getting ready to headline the Hideout Threefer in March, possibly with guest instructors coming to town and possibly doing Muppet-style puppetry -- which involves holding the puppet up above your head and watching it on a video monitor. Yay new things!
The Friday Shows at the Hideout The Friday shows at the Hideout continue rumbling along. Every Friday at 8pm, they do a different 'pick-up game' show:
The Fancy-Pants Mash-Up , Pick Your Own Path , the Nightmare Video Project , and Dubbed Indemnity
. I'll appear in the Nightmare Video Project this Friday, and I'm busy putting together another \
The Coldtowne Winter Lock-In
This is a marathon of ten-, fifteen-, and thirty-minute shows that's happening at Coldtowne Theater on Saturday the 22nd. Apparently I am going to be \be the Glee Club at an all-girls school, and every week they compete against a rival school -- that week's guest stars. For one performance, the 'rival school' will be played by Dancy Street! (Side note: this may not be my only guest appearance with \MLXC
Puppets Headline the Threefer in March
Sara Farr continues her plans for the Puppet Improv Project. We're getting ready to headline the Hideout Threefer in March, possibly with guest instructors coming to town and possibly doing Muppet-style puppetry -- which involves holding the puppet up above your head and watching it on a video monitor. Yay new things!
The Friday Shows at the Hideout The Friday shows at the Hideout continue rumbling along. Every Friday at 8pm, they do a different 'pick-up game' show:
The Fancy-Pants Mash-Up , Pick Your Own Path , the Nightmare Video Project , and Dubbed Indemnity
. I'll appear in the Nightmare Video Project this Friday, and I'm busy putting together another \
Wedding Card What Towrite
As part of the prep for our Threefer run at the Hideout ( 8pm, every Thursday in February, just $3! ), the troupe had a publicity shoot last week. I'm trying to figure out which of my pictures I should use for headshots.
We took some shots without props for general Dancy-Street use, and some shots *with* props specifically for the Threefer \
smile. (Nope, I do not remove That Have the hang of yet.)
Of the prop photos, I favor These Three:
Anybody have any preferences Among These? I need to pick one of Each for Mr. Bolden to touch up & prettify With His Mad Photoshop Skillz. Also note
That You Can Click Through Any of These original photos to the gallery, headshots Where You Might Find That Are Much Better Than the ones I Picked.
This is the first time I've done a publicity photo shoot, and I can tell a zillion Already Things I want to do differentland if I do another one. (For instance: when Jon tells you to stop squinting, Should you really stop squinting.) It Was a lot of fun, and it looks like we're getting Some great pictures out of it. Hooray
publicity for doing improv for reals!
We took some shots without props for general Dancy-Street use, and some shots *with* props specifically for the Threefer \
smile. (Nope, I do not remove That Have the hang of yet.)
Of the prop photos, I favor These Three:
Anybody have any preferences Among These? I need to pick one of Each for Mr. Bolden to touch up & prettify With His Mad Photoshop Skillz. Also note
That You Can Click Through Any of These original photos to the gallery, headshots Where You Might Find That Are Much Better Than the ones I Picked.
This is the first time I've done a publicity photo shoot, and I can tell a zillion Already Things I want to do differentland if I do another one. (For instance: when Jon tells you to stop squinting, Should you really stop squinting.) It Was a lot of fun, and it looks like we're getting Some great pictures out of it. Hooray publicity for doing improv for reals!
Master Unblocker Proxy
Title: Hot hands .
Fandom: Assassin's Creed .
Couple: Altair / Malik.
Words: 2282.
Warnings: pre-game , teen! Altaïr and teen! Malik. NC-17.
Notes: direct continuation of Treaty novices because Serena asked me. Altaïr is a kind of little animal in heat than crybaby here, idk. I leave to your interpretation if Altaïr really worried about his wounded pride by being a simple soul, or just want to get into the pants of Malik * smirks *.
Faced with the prospect of appearing in the garden with half his face swollen and el mood on the floor, the teacher asked Altaïr Al Mualim to dispose of his prize when he sees fit. He just said it was an unusual case, especially for someone as young as Altaïr, wanting to postpone the entry into the garden as it was in the precise age at which children begin to have certain needs. Only senior novices or murderers could enter, the youngest, as saying the teacher and teachers, had not yet gained entry to the Paradise of Masyaf. But Al Mualim, but missed, let Altaïr should be as he pleased and punished him for having escaped from training to talk to him.
By contrast, for the following weeks Malik became a inf, But now I need it!
Malik tried to escape without mounting a major scandal, but found it impossible. Altaïr was a stupid kid, but clever, and Malik was wounded in his pride that a novice below had cornered him like a fly.
"Listen," began Altaïr, serious, and trying to appear calm. This is you getting out of hand. I understand you're embarrassing, but is becoming absurd. Stop worrying so much, okay? What you have to do is go into the garden and let them teach you. No matter if you've never done anything, have you understood? Nobody will judge you for that and no one will know what happened there except you and them. Altaïr
lowered his head, blushing htill the tip of the ears. He seemed defeated and angry with himself. Malik put his hand to his forehead, letting out a grunt of exasperation.
"That pride will give you trouble, boy.
Before Altaïr could look up and defend, Malik took and gave back to their positions. He put both arms on each side of the head of Altaïr, watching with eyes wide open, and bent over him.
"Pay attention, because this is the first and last lesson," he said menacingly. Altair nodded and swallowed.
Malik began to kiss her, yet mentally berating himself for having yielded to the follies of his companion. Did not even know why henow had encircled her neck, arms, and muttered in the middle of his name from mild kiss moaning while their bodies were closer and closer. Malik, suffocated, he knew that this was the time to stop. Or regret. A lot.
-high ... "she tried to escape the boy, who had caught him completely and refused to separate. Altaïr! seemed to feel the sharp tone of Malik and away the lips, though his arms were hanging from the neck of the young novice.
"I think I've helped a lot. Now, to bed.
- J-together ...? Stammered troubled, and red to the ears. Malik pinched her cheek and stretched to ensure that hurt. Altaïr uttered a sharp crygave even more misery to the young Altaïr, whose face I kept looking at Malik with a strange expression in prayer and sorrow.
-Other brothers have told me they can be awful if I'm not ready. And most of them say they have seen naked girls and ... well, that sex-ended I told you, too bashful to continue talking.
Malik, arming the crack of temper she had, took the other cheek Altaïr and stretched it further. It was a trick he had learned with Kadar, if I had to scold his little brother.
"Those guys have been fooled you, Altaïr. Save our brothers murderers, there are few who can enter the garden and there are no brothels in the pBLEU. So if you really have done something, will have been with men.
- Is not the same, Malik? She sobbed, achy.
pressed his fingers further broadened the boy's cheek until he let out a moan higher than the rest. - Are you really stupid, no? Do not pay attention to the lessons of our brothers? Altaïr
cocked his head slightly, without fully understanding what hinted Malik. He wanted to take the stupid hit.
"Men and women alike, but they are very different in other ways. Like ... the breasts, that you may have noticed, right? "Altair nodded briskly. Well, women are down there ... no ... you know, whatsame as you and me. So intimate relationships between men and women can not be equal.
Malik could not believe it was having something similar to talk with Altaïr. There was not even discussed this issue with Kadar, who would discuss the same in not in a long time. Being the eldest, the responsibility and guidance of the rest was really difficult.
- Do you understand? -Malik wanted to be sure.
"I think so.
"Okay. Now that you have nothing to fear, can we go to sleep before we get caught? Growled, ready to leave from there at last.
But destiny had sworn to Malik and Altair's hand to catch him again. CHTML
chest.
-Malik, please Altaïr muttered, turning to bite his lip. Offering
. There
hit bottom. Malik did not know if it was honey-colored eyes implored him, by the tone of his voice still soft, almost mellow or heat of closeness. Do not know what was what finally led him to throw it all away and stick their fingers tightly Altaïr's neck between your teeth and grab the young man's lower lip. He kissed her more sharply than he had wished, with a ferocity that even he knew he had. Assumed to be the rage accumulated since that infamous night, with every week that he had to endure Altaïr front and behind you. However, it was cimpatience on the kiss almost violent Malik, the more desperate could cover with his hands, now stirring Malik's hair or stroking her column accelerated. If he tried to separate two seconds to take air, Altaïr back to cover his mouth drunk and anxious, without giving a moment's rest.
-Drop your trousers ordered Malik, from the sound of their lips touching. Altaïr
obeyed without hesitation and unhooked the rope that held his pants, hidden under layers of uniform novice. Malik's hand moved quickly, and stifled a groan Altaïr against the mouth of his partner when he started slowly stroking his crotch. Asked sighs and breaths that he should make ma
Fandom: Assassin's Creed .
Couple: Altair / Malik.
Words: 2282.
Warnings: pre-game , teen! Altaïr and teen! Malik. NC-17.
Notes: direct continuation of Treaty novices because Serena asked me. Altaïr is a kind of little animal in heat than crybaby here, idk. I leave to your interpretation if Altaïr really worried about his wounded pride by being a simple soul, or just want to get into the pants of Malik * smirks *.
Faced with the prospect of appearing in the garden with half his face swollen and el mood on the floor, the teacher asked Altaïr Al Mualim to dispose of his prize when he sees fit. He just said it was an unusual case, especially for someone as young as Altaïr, wanting to postpone the entry into the garden as it was in the precise age at which children begin to have certain needs. Only senior novices or murderers could enter, the youngest, as saying the teacher and teachers, had not yet gained entry to the Paradise of Masyaf. But Al Mualim, but missed, let Altaïr should be as he pleased and punished him for having escaped from training to talk to him.
By contrast, for the following weeks Malik became a inf, But now I need it!
Malik tried to escape without mounting a major scandal, but found it impossible. Altaïr was a stupid kid, but clever, and Malik was wounded in his pride that a novice below had cornered him like a fly.
"Listen," began Altaïr, serious, and trying to appear calm. This is you getting out of hand. I understand you're embarrassing, but is becoming absurd. Stop worrying so much, okay? What you have to do is go into the garden and let them teach you. No matter if you've never done anything, have you understood? Nobody will judge you for that and no one will know what happened there except you and them. Altaïr
lowered his head, blushing htill the tip of the ears. He seemed defeated and angry with himself. Malik put his hand to his forehead, letting out a grunt of exasperation.
"That pride will give you trouble, boy.
Before Altaïr could look up and defend, Malik took and gave back to their positions. He put both arms on each side of the head of Altaïr, watching with eyes wide open, and bent over him.
"Pay attention, because this is the first and last lesson," he said menacingly. Altair nodded and swallowed.
Malik began to kiss her, yet mentally berating himself for having yielded to the follies of his companion. Did not even know why henow had encircled her neck, arms, and muttered in the middle of his name from mild kiss moaning while their bodies were closer and closer. Malik, suffocated, he knew that this was the time to stop. Or regret. A lot.
-high ... "she tried to escape the boy, who had caught him completely and refused to separate. Altaïr!
"I think I've helped a lot. Now, to bed.
- J-together ...? Stammered troubled, and red to the ears. Malik pinched her cheek and stretched to ensure that hurt. Altaïr uttered a sharp crygave even more misery to the young Altaïr, whose face I kept looking at Malik with a strange expression in prayer and sorrow.
-Other brothers have told me they can be awful if I'm not ready. And most of them say they have seen naked girls and ... well, that sex-ended I told you, too bashful to continue talking.
Malik, arming the crack of temper she had, took the other cheek Altaïr and stretched it further. It was a trick he had learned with Kadar, if I had to scold his little brother.
"Those guys have been fooled you, Altaïr. Save our brothers murderers, there are few who can enter the garden and there are no brothels in the pBLEU. So if you really have done something, will have been with men.
- Is not the same, Malik? She sobbed, achy.
pressed his fingers further broadened the boy's cheek until he let out a moan higher than the rest. - Are you really stupid, no? Do not pay attention to the lessons of our brothers? Altaïr
cocked his head slightly, without fully understanding what hinted Malik. He wanted to take the stupid hit.
"Men and women alike, but they are very different in other ways. Like ... the breasts, that you may have noticed, right? "Altair nodded briskly. Well, women are down there ... no ... you know, whatsame as you and me. So intimate relationships between men and women can not be equal.
Malik could not believe it was having something similar to talk with Altaïr. There was not even discussed this issue with Kadar, who would discuss the same in not in a long time. Being the eldest, the responsibility and guidance of the rest was really difficult.
- Do you understand? -Malik wanted to be sure.
"I think so.
"Okay. Now that you have nothing to fear, can we go to sleep before we get caught? Growled, ready to leave from there at last.
But destiny had sworn to Malik and Altair's hand to catch him again. CHTML
chest.
-Malik, please Altaïr muttered, turning to bite his lip. Offering
. There
hit bottom. Malik did not know if it was honey-colored eyes implored him, by the tone of his voice still soft, almost mellow or heat of closeness. Do not know what was what finally led him to throw it all away and stick their fingers tightly Altaïr's neck between your teeth and grab the young man's lower lip. He kissed her more sharply than he had wished, with a ferocity that even he knew he had. Assumed to be the rage accumulated since that infamous night, with every week that he had to endure Altaïr front and behind you. However, it was cimpatience on the kiss almost violent Malik, the more desperate could cover with his hands, now stirring Malik's hair or stroking her column accelerated. If he tried to separate two seconds to take air, Altaïr back to cover his mouth drunk and anxious, without giving a moment's rest.
-Drop your trousers ordered Malik, from the sound of their lips touching. Altaïr
obeyed without hesitation and unhooked the rope that held his pants, hidden under layers of uniform novice. Malik's hand moved quickly, and stifled a groan Altaïr against the mouth of his partner when he started slowly stroking his crotch. Asked sighs and breaths that he should make ma
Mount & Blade Wedding Dance
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-Malik.
deliberately ignored him. He shifted the blankets when the weight began to imprison Altaïr. It was the fourth time he called in the middle of the night, and noticed that Malik was on the brink of his patience.
"Shut up and go back to bed, Altaïr. "But I can not whined, with that voice mixed adult-child still refuses to grow. Malik
spun around and faced the young boy knelt beside his mattress, he bent over. Sometimes, Altaïr not seem to understand the concept of personal space. "
"I told you to stop thinking it over," he snapped, with that tone carority that Malik was so accustomed to using. Being the oldest of the group had become a kind of caretaker of the other novices, if you do not have enough to deal with Kadar watch. Altaïr But it seemed unwilling to surrender, or rather, thought Malik, looked scared to the point of having nightmares. He felt a little sorry for the boy, who was not even fifteen yet and still had to harden his character. Malik stood up and sat next to Altaïr, placed his hands on his shoulders. -high, you'll receive a reward for your excellent progress. The master has offered a reward for your work in Damascus, the novices on your level rarely have access to the garden. So you left behindto whining and complaining, and be merry, okay? Altaïr
rubbed his eyes again, and Malik seemed more childish than ever. He had found that his character became confident when training, but far from the swords, it was just a kid. And a very silly, I had to add. "But ..." Malik groaned in despair, and Altaïr hurried on before he was interrupted. Malik, I'm so ashamed. "A slight flush came into her cheeks.
Malik had to endure a laugh, not wanting to wake the rest of snoring fellow who slept in the rooms.
- Can you know what shame, boy? Are women, harpies not
-Malik.
deliberately ignored him. He shifted the blankets when the weight began to imprison Altaïr. It was the fourth time he called in the middle of the night, and noticed that Malik was on the brink of his patience.
"Shut up and go back to bed, Altaïr. "But I can not whined, with that voice mixed adult-child still refuses to grow. Malik
spun around and faced the young boy knelt beside his mattress, he bent over. Sometimes, Altaïr not seem to understand the concept of personal space. "
"I told you to stop thinking it over," he snapped, with that tone carority that Malik was so accustomed to using. Being the oldest of the group had become a kind of caretaker of the other novices, if you do not have enough to deal with Kadar watch. Altaïr But it seemed unwilling to surrender, or rather, thought Malik, looked scared to the point of having nightmares. He felt a little sorry for the boy, who was not even fifteen yet and still had to harden his character. Malik stood up and sat next to Altaïr, placed his hands on his shoulders. -high, you'll receive a reward for your excellent progress. The master has offered a reward for your work in Damascus, the novices on your level rarely have access to the garden. So you left behindto whining and complaining, and be merry, okay? Altaïr
rubbed his eyes again, and Malik seemed more childish than ever. He had found that his character became confident when training, but far from the swords, it was just a kid. And a very silly, I had to add. "But ..." Malik groaned in despair, and Altaïr hurried on before he was interrupted. Malik, I'm so ashamed. "A slight flush came into her cheeks.
Malik had to endure a laugh, not wanting to wake the rest of snoring fellow who slept in the rooms.
- Can you know what shame, boy? Are women, harpies not
Friday, January 14, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Sport Injuries More Condition_symptoms [Fic] for musicians Oenology | The Name of the Wind
Title: Enology for musicians.
Fandom: The name of the wind.
Couple: Bast / Kvothe.
Words: 649.
Warnings: NC-17 without plot or anything.
Notes: dedicated to serena_m_lupin , which is what I asked and has given me the book .
There were nights that Bast was a particularly cheerful mood and filled the cup of wine Kvothe more often. The host now rarely he delighted with the chords of her lute, and the only way you should not put any hits Kvothe was whetherwas drunk. Sometimes Bast, who had already consumed enough alcohol himself, he spent Kvothe account and just drunk as Cuba, an image similar to that which was given in his younger days when he frequented the Aeolian with friends from college. Bast
Then he removed his hands lute (for their sake, because if anything happened to the instrument, the next morning would run rivers of blood) and his teacher cornered against the bar as he opened with unusual buttons on your ability shirt. Kvothe only let out a muffled laugh whenever Bast teeth nibbled her neck. The two tangled and stumbled until Kvothe just lying on the wood of the bar, his shirt unbuttoned and his hands restlessBast s of his pants.
-Bast ... let ... He whispered, laughing, and almost looked like a teenager. The young apprentice could see the level of intoxication in the rosy cheeks of his master.
-Reshi, this is as important as the lessons. And now I know a good student and behave yourself Bast hissed, rubbing his nose red hair that was born under the Kvothe man.
"I thought I was the teacher laughed, yet her fingers tangled in her dark hair of his ward and opened his pants.
Bast's lips curled into a sardonic grin.
"You've never been very good at this, Reshi. Always the shy kid.
And before Kvothe replicase, sank Bastmouth in her crotch and hips he began to move slowly, a soft gasp escaped his mouth and red hair spread, revolt, over the bar.
ended Kvothe When Bast watched him from above, with an air of superiority as he wiped the corners of the lips, and Kvothe, who seemed to have eyes greener than ever and more hair on, flashed a mischievous smile and even small . Bast
Then he leaned over with an air worthy cats and graceful movement of a fata and began to lick the tip of the ear, massaging the legs still covered with cloth from the master.
-Reshi, touch you, "he hissed in my ear with sparkling eyes. Kvothe
evenbewildered by the wine, turned her head towards him. It seemed a bit bewildered and almost disappointed.
"I thought we were going to ...
Bast blinked several times and rubbed his chin.
"Oh, did you fuck? He said, with the same cheerful twang affected product from the spirit and character of fata equally.
Kvothe shifted into place, passing a hand through his disheveled hair.
"That sounds vulgar. Learn to control your tongue foul-mouthed, Bast-criticized, because Kvothe always had to be him even drunk. Bast
sighed with resignation, but quickly surrounded the man with his thin arms and stood over him, handing over his chest and kisses
Fandom: The name of the wind.
Couple: Bast / Kvothe.
Words: 649.
Warnings: NC-17 without plot or anything.
Notes: dedicated to
serena_m_lupin , which is what I asked There were nights that Bast was a particularly cheerful mood and filled the cup of wine Kvothe more often. The host now rarely he delighted with the chords of her lute, and the only way you should not put any hits Kvothe was whetherwas drunk. Sometimes Bast, who had already consumed enough alcohol himself, he spent Kvothe account and just drunk as Cuba, an image similar to that which was given in his younger days when he frequented the Aeolian with friends from college. Bast
Then he removed his hands lute (for their sake, because if anything happened to the instrument, the next morning would run rivers of blood) and his teacher cornered against the bar as he opened with unusual buttons on your ability shirt. Kvothe only let out a muffled laugh whenever Bast teeth nibbled her neck. The two tangled and stumbled until Kvothe just lying on the wood of the bar, his shirt unbuttoned and his hands restlessBast s of his pants.
-Bast ... let ... He whispered, laughing, and almost looked like a teenager. The young apprentice could see the level of intoxication in the rosy cheeks of his master.
-Reshi, this is as important as the lessons. And now I know a good student and behave yourself Bast hissed, rubbing his nose red hair that was born under the Kvothe man.
"I thought I was the teacher laughed, yet her fingers tangled in her dark hair of his ward and opened his pants.
Bast's lips curled into a sardonic grin.
"You've never been very good at this, Reshi. Always the shy kid.
And before Kvothe replicase, sank Bastmouth in her crotch and hips he began to move slowly, a soft gasp escaped his mouth and red hair spread, revolt, over the bar.
ended Kvothe When Bast watched him from above, with an air of superiority as he wiped the corners of the lips, and Kvothe, who seemed to have eyes greener than ever and more hair on, flashed a mischievous smile and even small . Bast
Then he leaned over with an air worthy cats and graceful movement of a fata and began to lick the tip of the ear, massaging the legs still covered with cloth from the master.
-Reshi, touch you, "he hissed in my ear with sparkling eyes. Kvothe
evenbewildered by the wine, turned her head towards him. It seemed a bit bewildered and almost disappointed.
"I thought we were going to ...
Bast blinked several times and rubbed his chin.
"Oh, did you fuck? He said, with the same cheerful twang affected product from the spirit and character of fata equally.
Kvothe shifted into place, passing a hand through his disheveled hair.
"That sounds vulgar. Learn to control your tongue foul-mouthed, Bast-criticized, because Kvothe always had to be him even drunk. Bast
sighed with resignation, but quickly surrounded the man with his thin arms and stood over him, handing over his chest and kisses
Monday, January 10, 2011
Silver Fluid In Cervix [Fic] Sorry | Assassin's Creed
himself more instead of Altaïr.
-
Malik is neglected because he knows that this man is truly sorry, because his 'sorry' muted as he nailed it has changed swords and arrogance by humility. His apologies are sincere, Malik knows. That just irritates him more. None of that will bring back to Kadar. He had promised himself not to give, not ever forgive him for what he had done. And so, Malik is hated more than ever.
he knew that, little by little, was accepting the forgiveness of Altaïr.
-end-
-
Malik is neglected because he knows that this man is truly sorry, because his 'sorry' muted as he nailed it has changed swords and arrogance by humility. His apologies are sincere, Malik knows. That just irritates him more. None of that will bring back to Kadar. He had promised himself not to give, not ever forgive him for what he had done. And so, Malik is hated more than ever.
he knew that, little by little, was accepting the forgiveness of Altaïr.
-end-
Saturday, January 8, 2011
I-consol Catcher-web Monitor
Tapping his forehead, exasperated with the passivity of that compulsive drinker above seemed more relaxed and phlegmatic with every sip of clear liquid. For once and without a precedent, America had decided to begin talks with Russia for the sake of it. That little detail and was significant because the two had a history behind it did not say much for a pretty friendly terms. And although in recent decades all had softened, he personally kept finding it difficult to deal with Russia. However, despite all that, had chosen to give a lesson in heroism to avoid further problems. But Russia did not seem very interested, and continued to drink the glass of vodkahad become filled. "Try
suddenly snapped, bringing the bottle of vodka in front of their noses. Through the glass I could see the smile of Russia, who did not know whether innocent or described as horrifying.
America was about to refuse, muttered a few complaints of the low and something like "this is not what I wanted, but agreed and took the bottle that Russia offered. Despite not being a heavy drinker or have had moments of intoxication on the level of England, who was drunk safely the most unbearable of all, he thought a drink would not hurt anyone. Then you return the bottle to Russia and will try to reason, but suspected that it was in a bit ... raas glasses, please. America with something dislocated jaw and stunned expression, gave him a look of disbelief. I knew something was up.
- What do you want to ...?
Before I could articulate another word, Russia stood up and huge as only he, with the strong smell of vodka around him cornered against the bar and removed to Texas in a jiffy with great care. America was going to reply when, with no time to react, the soft texture of white scarf that always sheltered the neck of Russia brushed his eyelids. The dim light of the bar disappeared and was only slightly warm the body of Russia and the cloying smell of vodka. He snorted, his arms crossed. Started feelingear and with that slow, deep voice began to speak in their language, for more confusion in America. He clearly did not understand a single word, but the closeness and feeling of intoxication were beginning to stun him, as if it fell slowly into a reverie. I should not have drunk so much vodka at once, she knew.
- Ty Takaya krasivaya whispered, brushing his cheeks, that had to be completely red, taking into account how much you burn. "Stop Russian, will you? ¬ "growled America, frowning ¬ -. What is it you know I will love you, matrioska ? Although he could not see, could have sworn that Russia had beensa. the same way that Russia had pounced on him blindfolded, he showed again that quickly bit according to your complexion and placed his lips against America. Like everyone, gave off odor and flavor vodka. Perceived the eyelashes rubbing on your cheeks and strong hands, calloused fingers, holding his face with a strange delicacy. should have put the fuss because he was kissing bastard, no more no less, but America's thoughts wander and instead was shocked to discover that the kiss of Russia was not violent or rude, as it would have guessed by its appearance. In a way it was slow and gentle, calm, and his own personality. He movedslowly over her mouth, as if they revel in each hand, and licked their lips to be hollow. The languages were, without getting tangled with despair or anger, but rather as a caress. If it were not for the unbearable taste of vodka given off, could have said it was perfect. ![[info]](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_sadoj1FEVyOovtKHHy5Pvls7gq48i8tjtMmCg1HmdfmEt3wK2jWsET04CSY0UIaOhzdiQmax28quITxDqFyHAfmtvsnapjkj_Q4nmwsGlcWcpDB_-jjA=s0-d)
seconds passed, and though he was the United States of America, began to feel weakness and a growing lack of oxygen in the lungs. Russia, however, remained in the same position, hold the face of America, and kissing with the same rhythm and delight with which he had begun. Invaded his mouth and occasionally stroked her hair. When he finally walked away, America took a deep breath and felt he was drowning.ro despite the amount of alcohol consumed. After several minutes without a word, America turned its gaze to the floor and said: "To all this, what came as the scarf and blindfolded?
Russia was interested in whatever it was that America had seen in the pavement and looked down. "Oh, that. I thought it would be more suggestive.
-Hmm.
After another period of silence, America returned to retake the word:
"I do not mind coming back to try that ... you know ... the real kiss Russian. I do not say because I have nothing particularly like, huh? "He muttered, through clenched teeth.
"We can also try the other kisses Russian-resFinance is using TruFax:
http://www.cotizalia.com/noticias/beber-fumar-consejo-ministro-finanzas-incentivar-20100902-57460.html
. Russian politics is hardcore.
"There is a debate about what exactly the Russian kiss. Apparently, it can be a simple long, passionate kiss ... or other things. Here are the other two meanings:
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=russian+kiss
. America will have a night movidito * cough *.
suddenly snapped, bringing the bottle of vodka in front of their noses. Through the glass I could see the smile of Russia, who did not know whether innocent or described as horrifying.
America was about to refuse, muttered a few complaints of the low and something like "this is not what I wanted, but agreed and took the bottle that Russia offered. Despite not being a heavy drinker or have had moments of intoxication on the level of England, who was drunk safely the most unbearable of all, he thought a drink would not hurt anyone. Then you return the bottle to Russia and will try to reason, but suspected that it was in a bit ... raas glasses, please. America with something dislocated jaw and stunned expression, gave him a look of disbelief. I knew something was up.
- What do you want to ...?
Before I could articulate another word, Russia stood up and huge as only he, with the strong smell of vodka around him cornered against the bar and removed to Texas in a jiffy with great care. America was going to reply when, with no time to react, the soft texture of white scarf that always sheltered the neck of Russia brushed his eyelids. The dim light of the bar disappeared and was only slightly warm the body of Russia and the cloying smell of vodka. He snorted, his arms crossed. Started feelingear and with that slow, deep voice began to speak in their language, for more confusion in America. He clearly did not understand a single word, but the closeness and feeling of intoxication were beginning to stun him, as if it fell slowly into a reverie. I should not have drunk so much vodka at once, she knew.
- Ty Takaya krasivaya whispered, brushing his cheeks, that had to be completely red, taking into account how much you burn.
"Stop Russian, will you? ¬ "growled America, frowning ¬ -. What is it you know I will love you, matrioska ? Although he could not see, could have sworn that Russia had beensa. the same way that Russia had pounced on him blindfolded, he showed again that quickly bit according to your complexion and placed his lips against America. Like everyone, gave off odor and flavor vodka. Perceived the eyelashes rubbing on your cheeks and strong hands, calloused fingers, holding his face with a strange delicacy. should have put the fuss because he was kissing bastard, no more no less, but America's thoughts wander and instead was shocked to discover that the kiss of Russia was not violent or rude, as it would have guessed by its appearance. In a way it was slow and gentle, calm, and his own personality. He movedslowly over her mouth, as if they revel in each hand, and licked their lips to be hollow. The languages were, without getting tangled with despair or anger, but rather as a caress. If it were not for the unbearable taste of vodka given off, could have said it was perfect. seconds passed, and though he was the United States of America, began to feel weakness and a growing lack of oxygen in the lungs. Russia, however, remained in the same position, hold the face of America, and kissing with the same rhythm and delight with which he had begun. Invaded his mouth and occasionally stroked her hair. When he finally walked away, America took a deep breath and felt he was drowning.ro despite the amount of alcohol consumed. After several minutes without a word, America turned its gaze to the floor and said: "To all this, what came as the scarf and blindfolded? Russia was interested in whatever it was that America had seen in the pavement and looked down. "Oh, that. I thought it would be more suggestive.
-Hmm.
After another period of silence, America returned to retake the word:
"I do not mind coming back to try that ... you know ... the real kiss Russian. I do not say because I have nothing particularly like, huh? "He muttered, through clenched teeth.
"We can also try the other kisses Russian-resFinance is using TruFax:
http://www.cotizalia.com/noticias/beber-fumar-consejo-ministro-finanzas-incentivar-20100902-57460.html
. Russian politics is hardcore.
"There is a debate about what exactly the Russian kiss. Apparently, it can be a simple long, passionate kiss ... or other things. Here are the other two meanings:
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=russian+kiss
. America will have a night movidito * cough *.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Watch Back To School With Rodney Dangerfield ... Wherein Peter writes a sketch for Sketch War.
Sketchwar started out as an online weekly sketch-writing group. Every week, write comedy sketches Would Participants About That week's topic, at the end of the week, we'd read Each Other's sketches, comment, and Perhaps bicker about Who wrote the best sketch That week.
These days, Though, I'm Usually the only one holding down the fort, thinking up topics and writing up sketches. (Though Patrick Knisely Some has-been doing Lately. , w00t!) If you're curious about Participating, drop me a line. This page has my list of upcoming topics (next week's topic is "Air Travel") . This week's
Sketch War topic was "Snow."
nbsp; RICH Magical. Just magical. I envy you. (Pause) ; You had three feet of snow? Wow. & Nbmp;nbsp; quiet --\n\n A WIDER SHOT reveals that Rich is in a chaise-longue.\n\n RICH\n Sure, you have to walk carefully,\n but you just keep an eye out for\n ice, and - (pause) Yeah, the driving's more Difficult, , but - (pause) ;p; WAITRESS\n Your change.\n\n Rich puts a hand over the receiver.\n\n RICH\n Oh, keep it -- they had three feet\n of snow in Boise! WAITRESS ; That Must Be so pretty! Rich Mouths the words as I have goes back to the phone. RICH &te is easy to recover\n from!\n (pause)\n C'mon! If you don't leave your\n trash out, you won't *have* any ice\n ; Nbsp; is out, you're still the lucky one. (Pause) , Hello? Hello? The waitress eat back by with a tray of drinks. RICH , & amp;nbsp; He shouted a bunch of profanities\n and hung up.\n\n WAITRESS\n Well, he must be excited -- Mai\n Tai?\n\n RICH\n Yes! Hey, did you ever see The\n Empire Strikes Back?\n\n WAITRESS\n Ah. Hoth. The i
These days, Though, I'm Usually the only one holding down the fort, thinking up topics and writing up sketches. (Though Patrick Knisely Some has-been doing Lately. , w00t!) If you're curious about Participating, drop me a line. This page has my list of upcoming topics (next week's topic is "Air Travel") . This week's
Sketch War topic was "Snow."
nbsp; RICH Magical. Just magical. I envy you. (Pause) ; You had three feet of snow? Wow. & Nbmp;nbsp; quiet --\n\n A WIDER SHOT reveals that Rich is in a chaise-longue.\n\n RICH\n Sure, you have to walk carefully,\n but you just keep an eye out for\n ice, and - (pause) Yeah, the driving's more Difficult, , but - (pause) ;p; WAITRESS\n Your change.\n\n Rich puts a hand over the receiver.\n\n RICH\n Oh, keep it -- they had three feet\n of snow in Boise! WAITRESS ; That Must Be so pretty! Rich Mouths the words as I have goes back to the phone. RICH &te is easy to recover\n from!\n (pause)\n C'mon! If you don't leave your\n trash out, you won't *have* any ice\n ; Nbsp; is out, you're still the lucky one. (Pause) , Hello? Hello? The waitress eat back by with a tray of drinks. RICH , & amp;nbsp; He shouted a bunch of profanities\n and hung up.\n\n WAITRESS\n Well, he must be excited -- Mai\n Tai?\n\n RICH\n Yes! Hey, did you ever see The\n Empire Strikes Back?\n\n WAITRESS\n Ah. Hoth. The i
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Blueprints For Dune Buggy
This week's situation: "You are enduring winter in Austin!"
Dear god! Might Actually I need a sweater! A SWEATER!
my God actually might need a sweater! A SWEATER!
Can Make This air central heat, too?
Is this unit can be hot air, too?
've had to close all of my windows.
I had to close all my windows.
Ice is safe to drive on, right?
Ice is safe to drive, right?
Ooh, and it's a * wet * cold.
Oh, and it is a damp cold * *.
My lips are chapped! NOOOOO!
My lips are chapped! NOOOOO!
My friends in Minneapolis are so unsympathetic.
My friends in Minneapolis are so indifferent.
Do not worry - in a FEW weeks, it will go back to Being unbearably hot.
not worry - in a few weeks, will return to unbearable heat.
__________ Note: As always,these 'translations' are just Google Translate Basically output, so corrections are welcome.
Dear god! Might Actually I need a sweater! A SWEATER!
my God actually might need a sweater! A SWEATER!
Can Make This air central heat, too?
Is this unit can be hot air, too?
've had to close all of my windows.
I had to close all my windows.
Ice is safe to drive on, right?
Ice is safe to drive, right?
Ooh, and it's a * wet * cold.
Oh, and it is a damp cold * *.
My lips are chapped! NOOOOO!
My lips are chapped! NOOOOO!
My friends in Minneapolis are so unsympathetic.
My friends in Minneapolis are so indifferent.
Do not worry - in a FEW weeks, it will go back to Being unbearably hot.
not worry - in a few weeks, will return to unbearable heat.
__________ Note: As always,these 'translations' are just Google Translate Basically output, so corrections are welcome.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Lotta Topp Stone Clan
, But my body WAS Trying to cook * some * kind of pathogen to death. I woke up Tuesday morning feeling Relatively normal, pero Also Covered in blankets and drenched in sweat. The last two
Have Been odd days. The Symptoms - malaise, a slight unproductive cough, body Ache, and Headaches - have come and gone. And it's a very, * very * clear-and-coming Going - either I'm just fine (as I am just now), or it's oh-god-I-have-to-lie-down. On Tuesday afternoon I checked in with the clinic health office. They That figured out it wasn't flu (whew), and told me to get back to Them if it got worse. Last night I did not have any chills Obvious, But Then I wound up with insomnia in the wee hours, and today I Was loo
Have Been odd days. The Symptoms - malaise, a slight unproductive cough, body Ache, and Headaches - have come and gone. And it's a very, * very * clear-and-coming Going - either I'm just fine (as I am just now), or it's oh-god-I-have-to-lie-down. On Tuesday afternoon I checked in with the clinic health office. They That figured out it wasn't flu (whew), and told me to get back to Them if it got worse. Last night I did not have any chills Obvious, But Then I wound up with insomnia in the wee hours, and today I Was loo
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Kates Playground Ipod ... Peter Wherein posts some fun links Gathered in December '10.
avel Posters. \n
- Raspberry. Orange. Kiwi.
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Monday, January 3, 2011
Genital Herpes Condition_symptoms [Fic] Eve | Resident Evil
TMLXC
New Year's Eve of 1997 was one of those days would have been better not to get up to Chris Redfield. Do not have a good relationship with Commissioner Irons have influenced, probably in the latter's decision to reorganize the night shift. And what a coincidence, he had played the lottery, and poor Jill rebound, for having supported the Irons heated argument with the previous day. She took it well, saying that he had not made too many plans for this New Year. Chris, however, had broken his heart to have to call and warn Claire that they could not spend the last night of the year together, as they used the two brothers. Claire had taken a scolding, laughing,Spondias Chris, unable to hide his dislike for the commissioner of Raccoon City. It would have been smart to criticize before Wesker Irons, his boss and captain of the STARS unit, but I had the feeling that Wesker shared the same feelings as far as Brian Irons was concerned. -Irons should see these changes with me, "he muttered with a half smile. You can go, Redfield.
Wesker Chris looked puzzled, not to discern in her voice tone and absolute joke seriously.
- Sure, Captain Wesker? Jill is on call me. Wesker waved his hand as he approached his desk and seemed to find something with the look, but Chris could not see anything det
New Year's Eve of 1997 was one of those days would have been better not to get up to Chris Redfield. Do not have a good relationship with Commissioner Irons have influenced, probably in the latter's decision to reorganize the night shift. And what a coincidence, he had played the lottery, and poor Jill rebound, for having supported the Irons heated argument with the previous day. She took it well, saying that he had not made too many plans for this New Year. Chris, however, had broken his heart to have to call and warn Claire that they could not spend the last night of the year together, as they used the two brothers. Claire had taken a scolding, laughing,Spondias Chris, unable to hide his dislike for the commissioner of Raccoon City. It would have been smart to criticize before Wesker Irons, his boss and captain of the STARS unit, but I had the feeling that Wesker shared the same feelings as far as Brian Irons was concerned. -Irons should see these changes with me, "he muttered with a half smile. You can go, Redfield.
Wesker Chris looked puzzled, not to discern in her voice tone and absolute joke seriously.
- Sure, Captain Wesker? Jill is on call me. Wesker waved his hand as he approached his desk and seemed to find something with the look, but Chris could not see anything det
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