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Agricultural biotechnology seems to attract a lot of attention these days. Unfortunately, most of it is the wrong kind.
The genetic engineering of plants will almost certainly be needed to feed a human population that will stabilize at 10 billion or more sometime during the next century. Furthermore, it’s the first arena where the techniques of genetic manipulation, developed during the 1970s, are being applied on a large scale. Therefore, the attention is justified, since we need to be mindful of what we as a species are doing to the other species on the planet when we modify the genes of our food crops.
The problem is that the debate on this topic seems to have been hijacked by extremists on both sides: environmentalists crying disaster and corporate spokespersons telling us soothingly that there’s nothing to worry about-that there’s nothing sinister or even unusual about genetic engineering, which, they argue, simply extends methods farmers have used since the beginning of agriculture to improve crops and livestock.
Both extremes are wrong. Certainly global disaster isn’t just around the corner. On the other hand, there is something novel and extraordinary about our ability to insert the genes of one species among the genes of another. And, as with the introduction of any remarkable new technology, unforeseen consequences are inevitable.
One possible consequence is addressed in detail by Charles C. Mann in this issue’s cover story, “Biotech Goes Wild.” Mann, one of the nation’s very best science and technology journalists, reveals that crops genetically engineered to produce or resist pesticides could interbreed with wild plants, giving rise to “superweeds” that could be very hard to eradicate and might choke food crops. Many biologists have dismissed the threat of such phyto-promiscuity, but some scattered data are unsettling. And the fact is that science can’t yet tell us whether to be alarmed.
Why are we still in ignorance on this important issue? One reason is that the biologists who engineer genes into plants aren’t trained to think about the whole organism and its habitat; they’re molecular folk, lacking an ecological perspective.
Another reason is the patchwork of U.S. regulatory agencies that govern agricultural biotech: the Food and Drug Administration (FDA), the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA), and the Department of Agriculture (USDA). Mann writes that none of these agencies is responsible for superweeds, which could grow between the bureaucratic cracks. The FDA doesn’t look at plants engineered to express pesticides, because pesticides are exempt from the agency’s reach. The EPA is required to treat such foods as pesticides and simply establish human tolerances for each compound. USDA tries to make sure the crop grows as the producer says it will.
There’s only one thing omitted from this patchwork: the public interest. To stitch it back in two things are needed. One is additional research, from biotech companies and the federal government on the ecological consequences of genetic engineering. The other is a revision of the regulatory framework to make at least one of the agencies responsible for testing the environmental consequences of agribiotech. These changes would acknowledge the growing impact of this remarkable new technology and help us steer a course between wrongheaded extremes.
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William Barton Rogers would be pleased. Since he founded MIT, the university has faithfully cultivated a passion for pragmatism among students and faculty. This in turn generates entrepreneurial zest. A 1997 BankBoston study shows that the Institute’s graduates and faculty had by 1994 started 4,000 companies providing 1.1 million jobs, with $232 billion in annual sales. A new survey directed by Edward Roberts, chair of the MIT Entrepreneurship Center, reveals that by 2001 almost 8,000 MIT alumni had contributed to new-company starts.
“It’s always been this way at MIT,” says Bill Hecht ‘61, SM ‘76, CEO emeritus of the MIT Alumni Association. He credits this success to smarts, persistent innovation, and a desire to work on interesting problems.
Among MIT alumni’s earliest companies are Arthur D. Little, one of the country’s first industrial-consulting firms, founded in 1886, and the engineering firm Stone and Webster, which dates from 1889. More recent pioneering companies include Bose, established in 1964, and Intel, which was founded in 1968.
Many ideas sparked in classrooms and labs are transformed into firms by colleagues from diverse disciplines who find strength in teamwork. Two newer companies – Akamai and iRobot – illustrate the application of MIT’s inter-disciplinary ethos to business.
Streamlining the Internet
Tom Leighton, PhD ‘81, professor of applied mathematics at MIT since 1982, founded Akamai in 1998 with the late Danny Lewin, SM ‘98. Today Akamai handles up to 15 percent of all Internet traffic, routing upwards of 100 billion hits each day.
“MIT’s culture – to work across departments and disciplines, from students on up – is exciting and productive,” says Leighton, the head of the Algorithms Group in MIT’s Computer Science and Artificial Intelligence Laboratory (CSAIL) and Akamai’s chief scientist.
Akamai was born when Leighton and Undergraduate Research Opportunity Program students teamed up on a parallel computing project. “We were interested in large-scale network problems, where N equals infinity,” says Leighton. At the time, the distributed-networks concept was still unproved. “But we believed in it.”
At the core of the company’s $210 million success are systems programmers working side by side with mathematical theoreticians. “The systems side has the critical expertise in practicalities,” Leighton says, “aided by the theorists’ forethought.” The result? “Our platform can handle quantum leaps in size without requiring rebuilds, because the system was designed with the big N in mind.”
Robots for Home and Defense
Like Akamai, iRobot was founded by a student-faculty team that had worked together at MIT before venturing to market. CSAIL director and Panasonic Professor of Robotics Rodney Brooks cofounded iRobot in 1990 with Helen Greiner ‘89, SM ‘90, and Colin Angle ‘89, SM ‘90. Brooks is iRobot’s chief technical officer. Greiner serves as chairman, Angle as CEO.
Known for Roomba, a Frisbee-shaped vacuuming robot, iRobot has also created PackBot Tactical Mobile Robots for the military and recently introduced Scooba, a floor-washing robot for the home. (For a look inside a Roomba, see “Hack”)
“Robots require tight integration of electrical engineering, mechanical engineering, and computer science,” notes Angle. “On top of all that, these devices have to be sold at the right price, which means we have to understand manufacturing and materials issues from a cost-benefit perspective.”
To keep things humming, iRobot’s founders sometimes trade disciplines. “We don’t work only in our own specialty,” notes Greiner. “We all got our hands dirty when we first started the company, using principles from engineering, computer science, and biology to create the initial robots.”
Persistence helps, too. The company enjoyed its first profits in 2004, when sales soared to $95.5 million. By 2005, iRobot had sold 1.5 million Roombas.
“MIT’s rampant entrepreneurship inspires people like me to try something really different,” says Angle with a smile.
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/44940 | Have you seen the leaked footage of HP's new Slate yet? Did you think "iPad killer", or did you think "hey, HP! 2001 called, and it wants its technology back!"
I'm being a little unfair here, but only a little. If the prototype in the video is a near-production model, then HP's making the same mistake Microsoft's partners have been making for nearly a decade: it's making a Tablet PC, not a tablet PC.
That capital T is important. Capital-T Tablet PCs have been around for the best part of ten years, and they're a niche product. Small-T tablet PCs, on the other hand, could well be the future of mobile computing.
HP thinks it's making a Small-T tablet. It isn't. Somebody's left the Caps Lock on.
Maybe the whole thing is a fake, or perhaps it's an elaborate marketing stunt, something to distract us while HP prepares a WebOS-based Slate using the OS it got from Palm. I hope so, because what we've got here is an entire PC crammed into a smaller case, a Capital-T Tablet PC.
You can't fault the engineering - the hardware looks great and appears to run quickly - but I'm not so sure about the software. Windows 7 looks far too fiddly on that screen, and that's because desktop apps are - surprise! - designed for desktop PCs. Sure, Windows 7 supports touch, but it wasn't designed as a touch-based OS.
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Apple fans have been quick to jump on the dedicated Ctrl-Alt-Del button - handy for logging in and out, but a comedy gift for anyone who wants to slag off Windows - but they're focusing on the wrong thing. The big problem with the Slate is another button: the keyboard one.
On the Slate, whenever you touch something that needs text input, you have to press a button. A real, physical button. Do you need to press a hardware button to bring up the virtual keyboard on an HTC Desire? On an iPhone? On an iPad? Of course you don't.
That's because those devices - and their operating systems - were made to be touched. Windows wasn't. If it were, that virtual keyboard would pop up whenever you needed it, just like it does on an HTC Desire or Apple's iPad.
Maybe I'm wrong, but I don't think a desktop operating system is the way to go for a Small-T tablet PC. iOS works on the iPad in a way Mac OS X wouldn't, and I'm sure that when Samsung sorts out its comedy pricing the Galaxy Tab will be more compelling than any tablet running full-fat Windows.
That doesn't mean tablets shouldn't run Windows; it's just that they need to run the right Windows, a Windows that's been designed for touch input on mobile devices rather than a desktop Windows with extra pointy bits. That Windows, I think, is Windows Phone, not Windows 7.
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Is the extinction of languages beneficial or harmful, avoidable or inevitable.
Statistics show that half of all human languages become dead languages every generation. This rate of decline presents us with the eventuality that humans will one day speak only a few, or perhaps one language. This would be a huge loss of culture and history. However, less diversity could prevent war and avoid prejudice.
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As the world becomes smaller, cultures merge and languages are lost. This is merely a byproduct of progression. As with all progression, we must respect and record the past while looking to the future. The loss of native speakers is inevitable but the language can be preserved. Besides, a universal language would be more efficient, peaceful, and convenient.
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• Oct 31 2011: i think that been unified by a language would be much easier to travel and spread ideas. this is inevitable because it's efficient to work with one language, and that's what makes change. culture and history doesn't really matter, we live how we want not dictated by people who lived before us.
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Oct 31 2011: Yes, I believe you are right, that with one unified language, the world will be more efficient. Culture and history, however, do matter. Without knowing how and why people did what they did, we would stumble forward worse than we do now.
• Oct 31 2011: i don't think that matters as you can see the global crysis has already happend and predicted, we already making the same mistakes, histori give us context of whatever is happening in a determined place or situation but is not a determinant fact for preventing mistakes. unifined language i think its inevitable whatsoever it's already happening.
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Nov 3 2011: Well it would be easier to spread ideas, but there would of course be less ideas to spread. Every word you know exist in a relation to all the other words you know. Different cultures arrange their reality drastically different ways and use language as a way of expressing that arrangement. As a language dies so does a unique perspective of our world. Striving for a monocrop of the mind among humans is surely not a wise route
• Nov 3 2011: yeah, i think you are right in that aspect, we have a unique perspective of the world result of our unique context and history, dont know if thats good or bad i mean i dont know what would be the result of have an only language if you are also impliying to only have one culture.in the other hand we are already focusing in alot of atitudes, brought by global markets, i don't know how deep it can gets insides diferents societys.
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Nov 3 2011: Well I think it is great. Reality is much bigger than any one culture and the more perspectives we have of it the more resilient we will be as a species. Global markets don't really seek to promote culture as to sell it and the best way to do that is make it familiar. I much rather live in a world where there are differences between cultures and those differences are recognized. Not to say languages are not going to die, but when we reduce half the languages in the world in a lifetime, I have to wonder what is lost.
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Can Romney Capture Democratic Votes?
Eli Lehrer argues he must in a forthcoming article for Huffington magazine.
Which constituencies might he consider targeting?
The Obama administration's lackluster support for Israel and downright refusal to meet with the Jewish State's Prime Minister creates an opening to attract Jews to the ticket.
The Romney campaign's forward-looking answers to a science questionnaire gives it a chance to attract more highly educated scientists, engineers and environmentalists who are trending Democratic. (For the record, Romney says in black and white that climate change is real and human caused.)
Although gaining their support in huge numbers would probably require policy changes that aren't feasible at this point, Romney should seriously think about changing policies on immigration and gay marriage issues when and if he moves into 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Both Latino and LGBT voters have many good reasons to vote Republican but, largely because of misguided policies, aren't going to vote that way in November. |
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I would like to know how much increased performance should I expect if I upgrade to a Nvidia Quadro 600 in applications like Maya from CPU rendering on a Intel Dual Core.
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Nvidia has the Quadro series and ATI has the FireGL series for Workstation graphics. You are going to want to do your homework on these cards to get what you need. The workstation cards are physically 99% like their gaming/desktop counterparts however they are engineered, mostly by drivers, to be optimized for 2d/3d applications. Gaming cards are meant to give you fast action graphics, workstation cards are ment to give you accurate detail and spend more "time" creating such.
The pro (Quadro, FireGL) drivers allow for more control over certain settings in CAD apps, and are geared to accelerate OpenGL pro apps instead of games. The last time I read a review with a gaming card vs. it's pro counterpart playing a game, the pro drivers tended to accelerate games slower than the consumer drivers, and the pro drivers tended to accelerate CAD apps much faster than consumer drivers.
Depends on what you define as CAD. I'm defining it generally as computer aided design - which includes 3d visualization tools like 3dsMAX and MAYA.
In these apps, the GPU makes a huge difference with viewport redraws, even in wireframe only mode with complex meshes. And pro card drivers help a lot in viewport refreshes that include textures and transparency.
When doing a final CPU-based render to an image file, the graphics card doesn't matter, at that point it's all CPU and RAM. The graphics card can absolutely speed up viewport renders, though.
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Re: Did we know about the Borg sooner?
If we're not going by what T'Girl said (Which makes a whole lot of sense, thinking about it) then the next plausible explanation is:
As they said in 'Regeneration,' Cochrane told people of the Borg, but no one took him seriously, and brushed it off to being a drunken ramble. Then, when the El-Aurians are found in the Nexus ribbon by the Enterprise-B, they are apparently fleeing from the Borg (Why Guinan is on board those ships when they were apparently fleeing the Borg is beyond me, considering she was on Earth in 1893.) Any number of reasons could be thought of on why Starfleet didn't exactly take notice of the fact that they'd probably tell them that the Borg destroyed their homeworld. Maybe some admirals thought that it wasn't important enough, and it quietly fell away.
But then the Hansens are introduced, which sort of complicates matters. If some (quite possibly insane) scientist could dig up facts about the Borg, why couldn't the Enterprise-D do the same when they encountered them in the events of Q-Who?
As I said in the beginning of this post, I'm inclined to believe that T'Girl's explanation is the most plausible.
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Most men notice that as time passes, hair from the head seems to migrate downward. Hint: Lying in your recliner, beer in hand, chanting, "up, up, up," will not yield the desired results. You will need to Manscape.
Good news: Manscaping is one of those endeavors that you can enter into a bit at a time, working from the top downward, back to front below the neck. If you’re squeamish you may wish to begin with the face, perhaps shaving with increased intent, or trimming up the sides just a little more. Your back might be the next logical step. You can work your way 'round to the front and/or down in a future step, once your courage is up.
Your hair-removal choices are pluck, shave, depilatory creams, wax, or laser. Each has distinct advantages and drawbacks: Plucking is easy. You can do it yourself. If you're very hairy, plucking will take a very long time, and it hurts; Shaving might work. It's easy, but you have to be able to see the area to be shaved or have someone shave you. When the shaved hairs grow out, they ITCH; Depilatory creams are smelly, cause skin irritation, and aren't very effective. Skip those; Wax is favored by many for its superior end result. Heated wax is applied to the hairy skin, then lifted with a tug or rip. The hairs come flying out of their follicles like soldiers late for the mess hall. It is the most painful of all of the methods; The most permanent hair removal is laser. The hairs are obliterated forever - after six or more sessions. It’s a relatively painless process, but costs about $1,500.
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Season 1 Episode 14
Seven Is Enough
Aired Sunday 8:00 PM Feb 03, 1997 on The CW
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All three Camden generations dread the annual visit of Eric's parents, "The Colonel" and Grandma Ruth Camden. Tension mounts between father and son when the Colonel harshly criticizes Eric's children, then scoffs at Eric and Annie's desire to adopt a troubled 9-year-old boy who has been hiding out at Eric's office. Meanwhile, Annie makes a shocking discovery at a local store and struggles to deal with Lucy, who can't seem to connect with her grandparents.moreless
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"The Colonel" and Grandma Ruth come to town to visit. They are cold, rude and sometimes just plain mean. The Camdens are scared of them. George, an orphan, comes into their lives and Eric and Annie want to adopt him. "The Colonel" and Ruth think that that isn't a good idea. They want to adopt him instead and George wants to go with them. While at the hardware store, Annie sees the clerk wearing her wedding rings that were stolen. Matt lets Mary drive and she scratches the van. Lucy wants to get close to Eric's parents and Simon entered a contest to win a Viper!
This episode was great! Eric's parents were kind of scary, but they are good people. I can't believe that Simon actually won! I'm glad that Matt got Annie's rings back! This episode gets a 10!moreless
• When Erics parents come to visit the tension in the house hightens immedietly and things become twice as difficult.
Wen the Colonel wants to adopt a 10 year old boy, who is orphaned adn homeless, his name is goerge. George has run away from the orphanage and is staying in Erics church for shelter. Meanwhile , in the epoisode , Annie discovers the fate of her stolen wedding rings when she sees a women wearing them on the streets.
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Annie Abbott
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Edith Fields
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• Sam Saletta who plays George in this series is in real life the brother of Nicole Cherié Saletta who will be playing Deena (Simon's girlfriend) in Season 3.
• In this episode, Eric sneaks into the garage, but there is no window on the door. In It's About George, there is a window in the door with a curtain on it. Later, in the Season 4 episode Loves Me, Loves Me Not, Lucy puts paper on the door to cover a window so Ruthie would not peek in.
• In this episode Annie asks Eric if he want to adopt George, and Eric answers that they can't really afford another child, but two years later they have twins. They don't seem to struggle too much with paying for and raising seven kids.
• In this episode Anne tells Eric, "what are you 12?" when Eric doesn't to be intimate with her because of his parents being there in the house, but she did the same thing in the pilot episode, "Anything You Want", when Eric wanted to be intimate with her when parents were visiting.
• How would Eric know that Mary was driving without a learner's permit? He saw the scratch and knew Matt and Mary went out but it could have been Matt who was driving.
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• Eric: (when his parents say they're going to adopt George) George is not your average kid. He's had a tough life. The adoption itself is gonna be hard on him. He's gonna need a lot of love and support.
Colonel: And you have a corner on that market?
Ruth: That's not true.
Colonel: Oh, and what does that mean?
George: They're all dreamers.
Ruth: There's nothing wrong with a little dreaming.
• Eric: (when he and Annie want to adopt George) I don't see where your opinion fits into this.
Colonel: You still resent me for not paying your way.
Eric: I know that, Dad. I get it.
Eric: And I'm happy to credit you accordingly!
• Annie: So you want him?
Annie: Then after Lucy.
Eric: Then after Simon.
Annie: And now it's after Ruthie.
Annie: We are crazy. We'll talk to the kids and George, tomorrow.
• Annie: Emma those are very pretty. I never noticed you wearing that necklace before.
Emma: Oh, well, I haven't had it for very long. I'm widowed and my husband never had the money to buy me wedding rings, so my son gave them to me about a month or so ago, you know, to kind of make up for it.
Mary: Hey Luce, I'm sorry about that.
Lucy: (whistpers) Look at the rings on her chain.
Mary: Mom, those look exactly like your rings.
Lucy: Yeah, they do.
Annie: I noticed. You see a couple of months ago, my son Matt and I were held up and the robber took my wedding rings and they look very similar to yours but, but they're not quite the same.
Emma: How terrible. You all weren't hurt, were you?
Annie: No, no, we were just a little bit shaken up...we'll see you, Emma.
Emma: Thanks. Take care, Annie.
Colonel: Annie, you think those are your rings?
Annie: I can't imagine Emma Hooten would be wearing my stolen wedding rings.
Grandma Ruth: Have you met her son?
Annie: No.
Grandma Ruth: Then you don't know what kind of boy he might be.
Annie: They're not mine. Really.
• (talking about The Colonel's driving)
Eric: He drives like he's leading the last convoy out of Saigon.
Annie: He did lead the last convoy out of Saigon.
Eric: Yes, but I didn't have to pay the insurance on his tank.
• The Colonel: We're headed out. Can we drop you somewhere? Like, maybe at the barber?
Matt: Uh, no thanks, I just got my hair cut a couple days ago so I'd look great for your arrival.
The Colonel: Oh, that is pretty, yes. Next time, have the guy use scissors.
• Eric: I can't believe I'll be teaching you to drive soon.
Simon: Your brother, too. George is your brother right?
Eric: Now that you mention it, I guess he is.
Simon: (to himself) Poor George.
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• Episode title: Seven is Enough
Is a spoof on the 70's show "Eight is Enough". Later in the series 7th season, Grant Goodeve, who starred on that show guest stars. |
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Do any of you guys own a talk box, and if so, do you play his (Peter's) songs? I play "Do You Feel Like We Do". I also play "Rocky Mountain Way" by "Joe Walsh" I use a "Danelectro Free Speech Talk Box". Great Pedal. I can really recreate both of the guitarist's sound with the growl knob. (NOTE: I am not associated with Danelectro in any way.)
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I do love a bit of Frampton; Joe Perry was also awesome with the talkbox.
Speaking of the Danelectro Free Speech, what's it like? Worth the money?
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I Listen to the "do you feel like we do" peter frampton song lots, and Its just way too epic live,
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I would love to have a Framptone talk box, but I can't really afford one. I saw him live last year (and got picked to sit in the front row) and he was amazing.
If you're just starting out with any effect I usually say start cheap and work your way up as you go.
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45132 | OK I know this is a VB forum but its closer to RB then the other forums.
As an example program to start learning RB I have been working on an editor. Here lies the problem. When I debug I get an error saying this method or property doesnt exist.
dim PreTag as string
dim PostTag as string
Pretag = "" (changed so I can post)
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When I get the error HtmlField is highlighted. Any help is greatly appreciated! Thanks.
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Blacking out so hard you accidentally shit your-self. The morning after realizing this officially makes you a victim of a brown-out.
A. After eating taco bell extremely blacked out, "some dude" had a brown out.
B. After having a brown out, no guys would touch insert name of some girl anymore, fearing she might get drunk and crap all over.
C. Dude I browned out and woke up with more than just a bad hangover.
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After a long night of drinking one will black out from drinking large amounts of alcohol. If one wakes up the next morning remembering nothing, but with a shit in ones pants then one has "browned out."
"Dude I totally am going to brown out tonight. I just ate a ton of taco bell and plan on drinking a ton!"
by j8c11 November 30, 2009
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The tobacco equivalent of a black out or green out.
When you smoke so much tobacco that you throw up a pure brown mucus product.
Dude, I can't have any more of that cigar or else I'll brown out.
Last night I was so drunk I chain smoked a whole pack of cigarettes, now this morning I'm paying for it with a nice brown out.
by Qwes June 18, 2012
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When one passes out while taking a massive dump.
"Dude I had a brown out an hour ago!"
"What the hell is a brown out?"
"It's when you pass out when your taking a really big crap!"
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Accidentally taking a dump in your pants.
Simon had a brown out on his way to work and had to return home to change his pants.
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A mixed drink containing Jagermeister and apple cider.
Damn, that is one rugged Brownout.
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A term used to describe the accidental unwanted release of faeces when clothed. This can be during times of diarrhoea or when over zealously trying to push out a fart for amusement.
The plain meaning is that the Brown (faeces) came out of the body.
When a brownout occurs the unfortunate victim usually suffers embarrassment, shame and has the need to head home.
Antony was the victim of a brownout on the way to the store and had to go straight home to shower and change his pants.
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When playing ping pong, if the ball barely nicks the edge of the table it is called a chinese baby because it strongly resembles the sound of a chinese infant.
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Valentines from the Republican National Committee won't have Democrats Clinton or Obama smiling.
Valentine's Day on Thursday has the Republican National Committee thinking very sour thoughts about Democratic presidential hopefuls Sens. Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton. To note the day, the GOP has issued six Valentine's Day cards for the two, and they aren't the stuff of love and dreams. "Roses are red, violets are blue," says one shown to Whispers, "I'll raise your taxes and there is nothing you can do." For Obama, one reads, "Three years in the U.S. Senate qualifies me to wish you a Happy Valentine's Day." Check all six at the RNC website. |
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While well meaning, environmentalists have been tragically wrong.
So during the decades in which DDT was not used, when the world bowed to undoubtedly well-intentioned environmental activists, about 50 million people—overwhelmingly African children—died, mostly unnecessarily.
Ethanol provides another, though far less dramatic, example. For years, biofuels were heralded as the promising alternative to fossil fuels, which would reduce our carbon output, improve the environment, and provide needed energy. Yet it turns out biofuel's environmental impact is much more complicated.
In 2008, Time magazine wrote about ethanol's dubious environmental benefits in a cover story entitled, "The Clean Energy Scam." The article warned that forests, wetlands, and grasslands were being sacrificed in a rush to farm crops that could be turned into gasoline. More recently, the peer-reviewed journal Science reported on a study finding that cap-and-trade accounting systems understate the emissions created by the production of biofuels. The study concluded that cap-and-trade programs could encourage biofuel production that would displace 59% of the world's natural forest cover by 2050.
So the once environmentally favored solution to our energy problems—and still a politically-favored one—is now recognized as a potential environmental catastrophe. It's worth noting that, beyond biofuel's environmental effects, using food for fuel has a significant impact on the worldwide food supply. As more crops and land are dedicated to producing fuel, the costs of food will climb, which could exacerbate problems of poverty and hunger, particularly in already impoverished countries.
Given this experience, the public would be wise to be cautious in whole-heartedly embracing the policy prescriptions of environmentalists. The movie, Not Evil, Just Wrong, makes the connection between the DDT saga and what's going on with climate change today. Prominent environmentalists promise that they are confident that man is causing the Earth to warm, and they don't want to contemplate (at least publicly) alternative theories about how the sun might be responsible for warming, that the warming isn't unprecedented and therefore could be naturally occurring, or to linger on potential problems on their own temperature readings that might make warming seem more extreme than it is. They don't want to consider the costs of policies that they want to oppose in the name of combating global warming, or just how ineffectual those policies might be. Yet the public should consider what a significant decline in worldwide wealth will mean, particularly for those who are already poor. |
global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45166 | How 2012 Echoed 1932
The Romney campaign was shocked it lost because it chose to believe its own spokespeople, not the facts.
Anthony Rudel is the author of Hello, Everybody! The Dawn of American Radio , and is the visiting lecturer of communications studies at Manhattanville College.
A few days before the election, Chuck Todd on MSNBC asked: "If Mitt Romney wins, what would he have done that no Republican since 1928 had done?" The answer: win the presidency without a Nixon or a Bush on the ticket. That's right; the last Republican administration without a representative of one of those two legacy Republican families was elected 84 years ago when Herbert Hoover won the White House. There is, however, another important similarity between Hoover and Romney that went unnoticed: Both men were known for their nonpolitical achievements; they were businessmen with strong organizational skills. But what may be even more interesting are the incredible similarities between the elections of 1932 and 2012, and media's role in those campaigns.
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The main issue in 1932 was undoubtedly the economy, as unemployment was over 20 percent as Election Day neared. It had been a bitter campaign with the two sides exchanging attacks via radioed speeches from the candidates and their surrogates. Hoover repeatedly told the beleaguered American workers that what "people need is the restoration of their normal jobs," adding that the Democratic Party would "ignore the piling up of our national debt," which would worsen the situation. They called Franklin Roosevelt's economic plans "the same philosophy of government which has poisoned all of Europe."
As a counter, Democrats pointed to the "political nearsightedness of the Republican Party," and its inability to "turn in the right direction" to help Americans escape the problems plaguing the nation. They called Hoover "the tool of the rich," "the dupe of the international bankers," and "the foe of progressive principles."
Doesn't it all sound incredibly familiar?
And while economics and personal attacks were the main thrusts of both campaigns, an all consuming social issue further divided right from left. Prohibition, which pitted drys against wets, provided a clear distinction for those Americans for whom the economy was not the deciding factor.
[Take the U.S. News Poll: Will Barack Obama Be Able to Accomplish Anything in His Second Term?]
As Election Day approached, Republicans warned the nation that they were on the watch for voter fraud and had prepared legal challenges to prevent illegal voting. Meanwhile an army of 115,000 workers assembled years earlier by the Roosevelt campaign were prepared to spend Election Day turning out the vote, state by state, precinct by precinct. It was the first iteration of the now oft-talked about ground game in all its glory.
As to polling, the Literary Digest, which had done an extensive analysis of polling statistics—a far less mathematical version of Nate Silver's Five Thirty-Eight blog—predicted that FDR would win in a landslide. Then on November 5, just days before the election, Hearst publications—the somewhat less virulent Fox of its day—affirmed that their polling had shown conclusively that President Hoover would win 270 Electoral votes, which in 1932 was four more than was needed for victory.
[Read the U.S. News Debate: Should the United States Get Rid of the Electoral College?]
While waiting for returns at his home in Palo Alto, Calif., President Hoover held onto the belief that a late surge sensed by political operatives and reported by Republican leaning newspapers would carry him to re-election. But then, early in the evening, newspapers around the country, even the Republican ones, called the election for Roosevelt. Hoover excused himself from the guests who'd gathered to listen to the results on radio, went into his study, and wrote a telegram of congratulations to the Democratic victor.
History does repeat itself, and by studying what has come before, political campaigns can avoid the pitfalls that can seal the outcome. Listening outside the echo chamber that is media is an unbeatable endeavor. Facts and figures do have meaning; there's a reason it's called political science. The Romney campaign, much like the Hoover campaign before it, fell victim to the messages of its own spokespeople. Simply put, they got trapped in the spin cycle of laundering reality. |
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Jerry Falwell Outs Tinky Winky! Musto Beat Him to It.
Here's a first: I'm totally aligned with the Reverend Jerry Falwell! I thoroughly agree with the guy that Tinky Winky is a Pansy Wansy— we only seem to differ on what to makeof this information. While Jerry's convinced that the Teletubby's supposed gayness is a menace to society, I feel it teaches kids the welcome lesson that it takes all types to make up the world, from purple, flouncy moppets to blue-in-the-face windbags.
Incredibly enough, I may be indirectly responsible for Falwell's remarks that Tinky is a cuddly receptacle for Satan. Early in '98, I told Entertainment Weekly,only half tongue-in-cheek, that Tinky's seemingly homosexual ebullience provides a great message to the impressionable— "not only that it's okay to be gay, but the importance of being well-accessorized." The comment went relatively unnoticed, but in their year-end issue, TV Guidegave it a bizarre "Jeer" that even raised GLAAD's ire, and this was apparently one of the media moments that spurred Falwell into his all-too-predictable blatherings. Never mind that press discussions about this subject started way back in '97 when the show debuted in the U.K. And forget that Falwell actually thought what TV Guidehad printed was an interview with the Teletubbies' creators, in which they unveiled their elaborate plot to perpetrate a gay kiddie character. (That's how Falwell's office explained his motivations to a toy store's publicist, as the flack later informed me.) Logic and real information go right out the window when you're dealing with thislevel of invective. Whether he's missed the bus or is just plain at the wrong station, Jerry simply has to vent.
And typically, he did so without much backup, readily admitting that he's never even seen Teletubbies. (Funny, it's designed for his intellectual peer group— and it's the only show on PBS that is.) "I believe that role-modeling the gay lifestyle is damaging to the moral lives of children," Jerry told the press, clearly nervous that, years from now, all those 'Tubbieswatchers will robotically choose anal penetration as a result of their babyhood viewing practices. Alas, Jerry's off on some of the details. In his esteemed National Liberty Journal, he wrote that Tinky's purple skin tone is the color of gay pride, "and his antenna is shaped like a triangle— the gay pride symbol." Pardon my rainbow, but I seem to remember that lavenderis more of an out shade, and a pinktriangle is actually the symbol— though I may be betraying my own Martha Stewartloving sisterhood here. It doesn't really matter anyway, since there are enough other queer signifiers to justify Falwell's gay panic. Tinky carries a patent-leather handbag, prances around in a tutu, and does pretty much all the same things that Ido. He's so gay, in fact, that he verges on a stereotype— he's as flaming as Richard Simmons, Bert, Ernie, and one of those kids on Barneycombined. (Come on, youknow which one.)
But Falwell should probably relax (just as a whole other bunch of idiots recently had to when they realized that one of the Teletubby dolls was actually notsaying "faggot"). Beyond those superficial traits, Tinky couldn't possibly get any action, since he has no orifices in the right places. The corporate types behind Tinky and his pals are probably sincere when they emphasize the character's conspicuous lack of sexual organs or drive. It's absurd, though, that they haven't at least copped to his effeminacy— are they even lessastute than Falwell? In the course of last week's media mayhem, a damage-controlling rep for the 'Tubbies' American licenser made a point of announcing that Tinky's alleged purse is actually a magic bag. (A fascinating distinction— I guess Boy George can pull a rabbit out of his Prada.) Another spokesperson repeatedly used words like sweet, innocent,and harmlessin defending the program's lack of gay content— the implication being, of course, that a gay character would be full of danger and blasphemy. A much higher-road approach would have been to say: "Yes, Tinky seems gay to some people, and that's fine. Femmes should be loved, too— if they weren't, we'd have to ban Hollywood Squares— and if a dwarf in a fuzzy suit who doesn't even speak intelligibly is all it takes to 'warp' a child, there must be real trouble in trailer land."
But despite all the spin control, I can't be all that mad at the Teletubbiesteam. Unlike Falwell, I've actually watched the show, and happen to enjoy the characters' diversity, their warmth, and the way they giggle under that big baby sun (though I could stand to hear "Again!" a few times less often). I even carry a Teletubbies handbag, though it's not a patent-leather one, and it's definitely not magical. What's more, I'm fairly confident that the Sexgate-era masses— who for the most part have rejected the ambush against Clinton's consensual sex acts— are way too sophisticated to heed Falwell's maligning message. These kneepad-sporting swingers have had their earplugs in ever since Jerry urged sponsors to abandon Ellen, and more recently, they shoved in some extra swabs when he said the Antichrist is a male Jew who currently lives among us. (Who— Buddy Hackett?) By now, when we hear this putridhot-air balloon spewing about some imaginary evil, most of us have learned to respond: Again? Again?
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Today's enterprising young drag queens exist mainly to appear on HBO, host their own nights at Times Square comedy clubs, or be interviewed in the Abercrombie & Fitch catalog. They have agents, cell phones, trainers, and pension plans. On the nightlife scene, I sometimes feel like a ringmaster without a circus, but fortunately, they all crawl back on kneepads whenever there's a chance to accept—or even present some kind of award. I show up too, still feeling that, for every overpublicized Moomba or Canteen filled with "real" women who vomit their food, I need to further promote the healthy gender pretenders, the ones who hold their meals—and penises—down with alacrity.
The strappers and tuckers all came together at the Glammy Awards at Life, a drag celebration that was so fab and all-encompassing I think it's still going on. But let's catch up with the Best Alternative Artist nominee who was cool enough to not even show up—a shocking new drag-phenom twist named *BOB*. This little lady is a female drag queen—a woman who feels she's a man dressed as a woman—sort of like Tammy Faye Bakker meets Camryn Manheim via Richard Simmons. *BOB*, who grew up on a farm in California, told me she started being a "female female impersonator" at the tender age of 19. She actually wanted to be a drag queen, "but all my friends told me I couldn't be, so I thought about having a sex change." That would have made her a female-to-male transsexual who would then dress as a woman—"a little too complicated," as even *BOB* admits. Well, does this singular creature now feel like a drag queen trapped in a female body? "I'm a girl?" she responds. Heck, whatever she is, *BOB*'s raucous act consists of her doing topless aerobics while eating cheeseburgers in six-inch heels. "But in Paris, I ate croissants," she informs, triumphantly.
I wore pumps and ate bread rolls at transsexual extraordinaire Amanda Lepore's birthday party at Beige, where sitcom stars like Kirstie Alley and Sharon Lawrence were mysteriously running around, along with shimmying belly dancers and a porn actor who gushed about his starring feature, When Bottoms Attack. In between doing impressions of Christopher Ciccone, performer David Ilkutold me he's on top, writing a musical movie script with photographer David LaChapelle. Just then, house drag Sugar wrote her own musical, leaping onto a fake palm tree and snapping off a frond, over the strains of Shirley Bassey's version of "Light My Fire." The crowd burst into wild applause, but LaChapelle balked, "She's too much! Amanda doesn't try to get attention like that. She just sits there." Yeah—naked, usually. LaChapelle added that Amanda told him she became very focused and quiet the moment she had her dick chopped off. (I'd be screaming, myself.) Finally, Amanda—not pronounced "A man, duh"—walked in, wearing a see-through flesh-colored gown with individually applied rhinestones and everything hanging out. She was focused and quiet and even slightly clothed, and you could practically see the chop marks. She was gorgeous. Days later, Amanda told me she hadn't invited Kirstie Alley—"She would have eaten everything!"—but the belly dancers were planned, "and as you got drunker, they looked much better." I'm going to have to start drinking again.
And stop gagging on my popcorn. Not to trash Flawlessanother time, but the self-loathing in that gender-bender epic runs so deep that I'd be extremely flawed if I didn't. First of all—and don't read this if you haven't seen the film—not only does the "lonely and ugly" Philip Seymour Hoffman character have a violent, married boyfriend, but his friend and mother both die within the span of the film, making him the quintessential trannie as victim. What's more, transvestism Hollywood-style amounts to a sexual dead end (unless you want a violent, married boyfriend). The cross-dressers drool over the straight pizza boy and older hetero stroke victim Robert De Niro (who's bizarrely hit on by both the drag queen andthe pretty girl from Rent), but none of these kooks get any nookie in return—and believe me, honey, the real-life New York drag queens juggle hot boyfriends by the thousand. The movie does elevate the queens through feats of heroism, but you leave feeling the whole thing was more pro-cliché than pro-gay.
You want your stereotypes in stereo? Well, while shopping for garish Christmas tchotchkes to give to people I hate—what does this have to do with the sacred birth of the Christ child anyway?—I caught the talk-(and Talk)-themed Barneys windows, one of which sports pictures of various black celebrities along with the heading "Jibe Talk." I guess that's a slightly softer version of jivetalk, but the idea still seems patronizing, especially since the visuals suggest that anyAfrican American celeb qualifies for this dubious honor, from Aretha Franklin to Stevie Wonder! Barneys, you'rethe jibe talkers.
It didn't take bribe talk to get me to the Hetrick-Martin Institute's 20th-anniversary dinner, a heartfelt celebration of the work they do protecting gay youths, though after all the videos and speeches about how the tortured kids would rather be "normal," I wish someone had said, "But it isreally fabulous to be gay!" This crowd would probably love Flawless, but it was the star of another sexuality tragedy—Boys Don't Cry's powerful Hilary Swank—who MC'd, and turned out to look downright starletty; more Cindy Crawford than Rande Gerber. "I cut my hair off, strapped my breast, put a sock in my pants, and lowered my voice," said Swank, "and I was treated differently." I'm going to try it. When Swank got back from the bathroom, I smirkily asked if she'd been to the men's or women's. "Women's, this time," she said, smiling. Come on, give the enchantress credit for handling a rotten joke with some class.
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45227 | Book Review: "Old Flame" by Ira Berkowitz
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A Jackson Steeg Novel
By Ira Berkowitz
Three Rivers. 275 pp. Paperback, $12.95
Most of the novels reviewed here are some variation on the police procedural, in which someone -- most often a cop, private eye or reporter -- is out to solve a mystery. This genre has an honorable tradition, from Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler to John D. MacDonald and Ed McBain to current, well-established writers like Michael Connelly, George Pelecanos, Laura Lippman and others. At best, these writers find ingenious ways to breathe life into the old formula, and it's a delight when they do, because we like to see mysteries solved and wrongs put right. But there are hundreds and hundreds of books being published, and for every one that delights, there are many that disappoint.
Ira Berkowitz's "Old Flame" is not without its virtues. It's his second novel, and the first, "Family Matters," won some good reviews and a prize. "Old Flame" moves along fast and offers some vivid writing. But it's more annoying than pleasing. The problems include too many wisecracks, too much profanity, too many "colorful" characters and a general feeling that the author is trying too hard.
Jackson Steeg is an ex-cop in New York. He killed a man in the line of duty, was seriously wounded himself and was given a pension. Trouble, inevitably, keeps coming his way. At the outset: "Jeanmarie Doyle, my ex-mother-in-law, loathed me in a biblical way, had poisoned my marriage, and now sat at my kitchen table smiling sweetly, coiled to strike again. . . . The same feral madness still bubbled in her eyes." The mother-in-law from hell is there to report that someone is threatening to kill Steeg's ex-wife's new husband, who is black, much to the distaste of the mother-in-law and her own husband, who are bigots. Very soon, the black husband, who worked for a city civil-rights bureau, is beaten to death, and Steeg, his juices a-bubble, jumps on the case.
Even as Steeg investigates the murder, a friend of his runs afoul of a ruthless Jewish gangster, and Steeg intervenes. All this is complicated by the fact that Steeg's own brother is a ruthless Irish gangster, who threatens to chop people's heads off and strangle them with their own intestines. Of the Jewish gangster, two characters intone the identical phrase, "The guy's got razor wire in his head." Clearly, these two gangsters are going to collide, like Frankenstein and the Wolf Man, and I knew from the start which one I'd bet on.
As Steeg pinballs around town, we see that he is one tough dude, who relishes a good brawl. ("The snakes in my head grew giddy with anticipation.") Time after time, he takes on various skinheads and hoodlums, who are soon horizontal or in flight. Thus, "as of its own volition, my hand grabbed a mug and drove it up into his face. I heard the crunch of his nose flattening against his skull." And "I hit him in the mouth with the iron. In a spray of blood and teeth, Big Tiny fell in sections."
We meet Steeg's various sidekicks. His girlfriend Allie is a hip advertising executive who is first glimpsed wearing a "Surrounded by Morons" T-shirt and next a Brooklyn Dodgers T-shirt. They exchange cool dialogue like "Have you no shame?" "Nope." "Another reason why I'm attracted to you." In one scene, "her eyebrow rose fetchingly," and a moment later her "eyebrow arched." Elsewhere, she declares, "We've set the bar too high. Sex can't always be this good. It's not normal!" Steeg's best friend is his ex-partner, Luce, a Louisiana-born black lesbian who declares that he would be her man if she liked men and says things like, "So, some whitey fat cats are [expletive] my people over again. What a surprise! Martin Luther King must be spinning in his grave."
The plot leads to a corrupt city councilman who is raking in millions from construction companies. When the councilman invites Steeg to a party he replies, "Thanks, but I have a high colonic scheduled." His gangster brother warns him, "Jake, you're in over your head here, and I don't know that I'll be able to protect you." To which the fearless ex-cop replies, "We all choose the hills we want to die on." Steeg declares of one character, "Noonan seemed to take a special delight in strewing sarcasm like a demented Johnny Appleseed." That seemed to me to apply to Steeg as well. There is a tradition of wisecracks and overwriting in private-eye novels. It goes back to Raymond Chandler, but he compensated with loads of wonderful writing. Berkowitz doesn't compensate. His souped-up prose, to borrow one of Steeg's pet phrases, makes my head hurt.
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45264 | Celebrate Your Freedom During Banned Books Week
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Historically, there have probably always been people whose response to ideas they didn’t like was not to present a different viewpoint, but to try to forcibly quiet the people with those ideas. This has been applied in many different ways, but none quite so obvious or pervasive as in banning books.
Since 1982, the last week of September has been Banned Books Week in the U.S., in which Americans are encouraged to celebrate our freedom by reading books that have been banned, or at least on which an attempt has been made to ban them. People are also encouraged to talk about the books, attend events to discuss the history of censorship, and to talk with their friends and loved ones about the importance of freedom of speech. The official website has a list of various other things you can do to fight censorship as well, including recording and uploading a video of yourself reading excerpts from banned books.
There are, as ever, many very excellent books on the list of ones people in the U.S. have tried to censor in the past several years. Among many others: Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials trilogy; The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini; and, of course, J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter books. If you don’t think censorship is really still that widespread in this country today, the official website has a map that will show you how (unfortunately) wrong you are. There are still people who try to censor such classics as Twain’s The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, because of course it contains the n-word — never mind the fact that it’s written in first-person from the point of view of a boy who would certainly have used that word, and the fact that the escaped slave Jim is the most honorable character in the book.
So celebrate your freedom, and take the opportunity to teach your kids that there is no idea so dangerous it cannot be discussed. Read a banned book or two this week.
[A version of this post was originally published on GeekDad in September of 2009.]
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HordeNPC 32Herezegor Flametusk
Herzegor Flametusk
Gender Male
Race Orc (Humanoid)
Level 85
Health 77,490
Reaction Alliance Horde
Affiliation Orgrimmar
Location Valley of Honor, Orgrimmar
Status Alive
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Herzegor Flametusk is an orc subcommander of the Dragonmaw Clan in the Wetlands. Herzegor uses shrewd tactical decisions bolstered by orcish rage to decide how he fights his battles. He commands the last of the magically enslaved firedrakes still under control of the Dragonmaws, as well as the few siege weapons still in their control. The warriors and mages from the Torchbelcher ogre clan are also under his command.[1] He commands the forces of the Dragonmaw chieftain Nek'rosh Skullcrusher.
In World of WarcraftEdit
Herzegor, spelled Herezegor in the game, can be found in the Valley of Honor's inn, The Wyvern's Tail[70.6, 49.2], in Orgrimmar.
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45282 | Quest:Everything Will Be Alright
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Neutral 32 Everything Will Be Alright
StartGreatfather Aldrimus
EndGreatfather Aldrimus
Level67 (Requires 64)
Experience15850 XP
Reputation+500 The Sha'tar
Objectives Edit
Greatfather Aldrimus standing outside the Auchenai Crypts of Auchindoun has asked that you enter the Auchenai Crypts and destroy Exarch Maladaar.
Description Edit
You've had quite an adventure, <name>. And before you've even set foot inside of the Auchenai Crypts.
I am one of the fortunate spirits. I was neither bound to Levixus nor a part of Exarch Maladaar's vile experiments in necromancy. While you have destroyed Levixus, Maladaar lives on, continuing to torment the spirits inside the crypts.
What I ask is simple. Enter the Auchenai Crypts and destroy Exarch Maladaar so that the spirits trapped inside can finally rest in peace.
You've done it, <name>! The spirits are freed!
Although I am without a material manifestation, I am still able to reward you with items from the spirit world. Use them with caution as such items are often volatile and can cause great harm to their user.
You will be able to choose one of these rewards:
Inv chest cloth 46
Inv chest leather 03
Inv chest plate10
Inv chest plate10
Upon completion of this quest you will gain:
• 15850 XP (or 13Gold 98Silver at level 70)
Horde players should do this quest with Official horde mini-icon [68+] Auchindoun... from Nagrand, as they both have the same objective.
Quest progressionEdit
1. Neutral 15 [67] I See Dead Draenei
2. Neutral 15 [67] Ezekiel
4. Neutral 15 [67] The Master's Grand Design?
5. Neutral 15 [67g3] Vision of the Dead
6. Neutral 15 [67g3] Levixus the Soul Caller
7. Neutral 15 [67d] Everything Will Be Alright
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45354 | IN MY last article of 2011, I predicted that the National Labour Relations Board (NLRB) would begin the new year "statutorily impotent, politically riven or both." For a Von Hoffman nominee, one of three ain't bad. Barack Obama seems to have avoided statutory impotence by recess appointing not one, but three members to the NLRB (he also recess-appointed Richard Cordray (pictured) to head the Consumer Finance Protection Bureau). If the appointments go through, the board will have a full five members for the first time since the summer of 2010 (and then just for two months).
But that, as they say, is a Big If. Technically, the Senate was not in recess; Republican senators have been holding pro forma sessions designed to avoid giving the president the chance to recess-appoint anyone. During the previous administration, Democratic senators did exactly the same thing, and like many a parliamentary tactic, it worked until it didn't. Mr Obama called Republicans' bluff. Dan Pfeiffer, writing on the White House blog, called the pro forma sessions "a gimmick", and insisted that "gimmicks do not override the president's constitutional authority to make appointments to keep the government running." Republicans in Congress disagree: John Boehner, the House speaker, called Mr Obama's actions "an entirely unprecedented power grab".
It may in fact be unprecedented, but that does not make it illegal (on the other hand, it may be legal, but that does not make it a good idea: as with many an executive power-grab, the party in power is cheering now but will gnash its teeth when President Romney or, let's say, Haley does the same thing in a year or five). The Congressional Research Service issued a timely if rather Talmudic report on recess appointments in December. There is no question that the constitution grants the Senate power to approve executive appointments to certain federal offices, but there is equally little question that it also grants the president power to "fill up all Vacancies that may happen during the Recess of the Senate". The question is what constitutes a recess. A Justice Department brief from 1993 argues that the president can certainly make appointments during recesses of three days or longer; shorter than that and "a closer question" is raised. That is because the constitution's adjournments clause mandates that neither chamber of Congress can adjourn without the other for more than three days. Yet that same brief undercuts its own argument by noting that the constitution provides no specific answer, and that "[w]hatever number of days is deemed required, that number would of necessity be completely arbitrary". There have been occasional recess appointments during sessions of less than three days, but none previously during pro forms sessions.
On the other hand, the use of pro forma sessions for the express purpose of blocking the president's power to make appointments during Senate recess is a recent and rather noxious innovation (noxious when the Democrats did it too, of course). The president may not be entirely in the clear, but he at least has some solid ground on which to fight. And he clearly intends to fight; he took up the gauntlet Republicans threw down when they urged him not to exercise his (constitutionally granted) power to make recess appointments by making four controversial appointments, empowering two government entities Republicans do not seem to like very much. The question now is whether the Republicans prefer law or politics. Will they choose to battle him in court and get a settled answer once and for all, which may not be in their favour, or will they weave these appointments into a narrative painting the president as power-hungry and dismissive of the constitution?
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45368 | JAX-RS 2.0 - Jersey Code Rulez
What's better than the JAX-RS 2.0 Early Draft? Well, code of course! As spec lead Marek Potociar just announced, the first Jersey 2.0 milestone build is out.
This is an entirely new code base which uses HK2 for dependency injection (a core technology for GlassFish), offers a new asynchronous internal design as well as an API to programmatically define JAX-RS resources. Read about these and more about what's new in Marek's detailed post. Of course this is also the future reference implementation for JAX-RS 2.0.
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Re: ntp 4.2.0 in experimental
On Sun, Feb 15, 2004 at 04:06:31AM +0100, Matthias Urlichs wrote:
> Hi, Petter Reinholdtsen wrote:
> > It is possible to make the package configure itself at install time by
> > using pre-seeded debconf answers like the version currently in
> > unstable?
> basically two classes of people using ntp:
> keys, ACLs...) anyway.
precisely in sync with the outside world, this provides a comparatively
customization (firewalls can take care of most such issues).
Which group would you classify our site in?
Steve Langasek
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45435 |
Re: debian on a mac?
On Wed, 15 Oct 2003 at 22:46 GMT, Shyamal Prasad penned:
> Here is another take on your idea: We (my wife and I) own two Mac's -
> a G4 desktop, and a 15" Powerbook. I use a Debian x86 desktop most of
> the time, my wife uses the Macs most of the time.
> I never got around to installing any dual boot system on the Macs,
> though originally I had planned on it. I simply use OS X when I use
> them. You can install XFree86 off Apple's web site, the developer
> tools (gcc and friends) are a free download, and the fink project
> (hosted on sourceforge) uses a dpkg based system to port software to
> OS X (fink is not Debian, but you get apt-get, dselect etc. and a
> bunch of packages). The core OS X (Darwin) OS is a basic Unix system
> and comes with most of the utilities you'd expect.
This is the answer to the question I wasn't gutsy enough to ask on a
debian list =P
I do love how rapidly debian releases security updates to their packages
-- this is one area where I suspect that Apple isn't as industrious as
debian? Don't know about the fink maintainers ...
Also, I hate to be a cheapskate, but my understanding is that using OS X
involves paying for a mondo patch every year or so. Apparently the
features in the patch are generally worth every penny, but it's still
money that could be going elsewhere.
Then of course there's the not-open-ness of the Apple software ... I
can't claim to be a true open-source snob; I definitely use
closed-source apps when necessary. But it is definitely a factor, as
I'd like to move away from closed-source stuff (when it's not too
painful, anyway).
> Right now I'm writing this on a Mac G4 desktop which I am using to ssh
> into my Debian Linux box with X Forwarding - so I am using the Mac
> simply as an X Terminal. That is because my wife is playing PySol on
> the Debian box with it's 21 inch monitor and three button mouse ;-)
> I'd suggest you try OS X if you buy a Mac before you give up and go to
> Debian or some other Linux distribution. OS X is a Unix (it even comes
> with emacs, vi and ed out of the box), but just a little wierd.
If I can find vim for it, that may be a possibility.
your mail, anyway.
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45441 | greed (was)
Brandon Van Every vanevery at
Fri Feb 7 05:29:54 CET 2003
Delaney, Timothy C (Timothy) wrote:
> OTOH, my home machine (also Win2K Pro) has been remarkably stable
> until the latest Windows critical updates ... or was it the new 4in1
> drivers ... or maybe the new Highpoint 370 driver ... I just rebuilt
> my home machine - it was getting too cluttered - and some combo of
> the latest drivers, service packs, etc has caused a few bluescreens
> after windows update was run, etc ...
If "Power User" means churning all your HW and drivers I'm certainly not a
power user. I treat driver installs for major HW components as major
potentials for disaster. That is to say, I image the drive before making
the change. And I consider any major change to IE a "driver." I've learned
to trust the MS patches though. They haven't screwed me yet.
Brandon Van Every Seattle, WA
20% of the world is real.
80% is gobbledygook we make up inside our own heads.
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45442 | Bewildered graphs
Jeffrey.S.Whitaker at Jeffrey.S.Whitaker at
Sat Jul 5 18:26:34 CEST 2003
On Sat, 5 Jul 2003, Mark Fenbers wrote:
> I am investigating Python for the sake of ultimately generating hydrographs
> (such as this:
> on-the-fly from a web server cluster. I have not used Python previously and do
> not yet know if Python is very useful for this or if I am wasting my time.
> Quite frankly, I am a little bewildered. Not only is there Python, but there
> are many extention modules which cloud up my view as to what I will need.
> There's Scientific Python, which sounds promising, but there's also SciPy which
> in itself has gnuplot, xplt and plt modules. I know enough about gnuplot to
> know that it won't meet my needs because I need to be able to shade regions
> above certain values such as done in yellow on the example hydrograph (the link
> above). It also doesn't have many font options or the ability to place an image
> such as the NOAA logo.
> Can someone kindly guide me as to what I would most likely need to replicate the
> graph shown via the link above?
NCL ( will do what you need. I've
written a simple python module that allows you to embed NCL scripts in
python code ( has some
nice NCL plotting examples.
Jeffrey S. Whitaker Phone : (303)497-6313
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45443 | Checking if port is in use.
Peter Hansen peter at
Sat Mar 19 16:12:10 CET 2005
Alex Polite wrote:
> If I try to bind a socket to a port that's already in use I get this
> error
> "error socket.error: (98, 'Address already in use')"
> Is there anyway to check in advance if a port i already taken?
In general in Python it's not considered good style to
"look before you leap". After all, in cases like you
describe, some other could easily grab that port between
the time you discover that it's available and the time
you try to actually open the port.
There are also probably alternative approaches to what
you are trying to do, assuming it's not the case that all
you're doing is trying to avoid the exception. (If that's
the case, just catch the exception: that's how you do it
in Python.)
You could, for example, bind to a port of "0" and that will
auto-assign an available port for you. Does that work
in your case? If not, please describe what you are really
trying to accomplish.
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45448 | Shared publicly -
Good article by +AJ Kohn, and fully agree about how the focus on the long click and reduce the lack of diversity could help to satisfy the user in the short term, but in the long-term lead users to going to the brand showing up instead of Google. Oops.
Edit: To add to this thought, I think of it as going to a downtown. If all you have are major brands in the results, you stop going. If the results are all too esoteric, you may not enjoy that either. Thus, Google has to walk a fine line to provide both kinds of results in order for users to continue to use Google for long-term satisfaction.
One quibble:
Two problems present themselves with pogosticking. The first is that it’s impossible for sites to measure this metric.
Not impossible, just costly; you can run a test for users to search as they would on Google for set terms to learn more about your site versus others.
Lyndon NA's profile photoAJ Kohn's profile photoMicah Fisher-Kirshner's profile photo
AJ Kohn
Yes +Micah Fisher-Kirshner. Google talks a lot about measuring how much they 'trust' a SERP. And brands clearly boost the trust because of familiarity. But I'm unsure if 'trust' always equates to 'value'. In the end, don't we go to Google to find what we don't know, not what we do? A mix of both is good but it seems like they're creating a biased loop for the latter.
You could set up a user test or HIT to emulate pogosticking behavior. The problem, as always, is whether the instructed versus organic actions are the same.
If you're not a parent and I tell you to go online and search to see if the cough you're hearing is croup and does it require you to take him to the doctor, well, the non-parent will do something different than the parent and the actual parent in that situation is likely to do something different.
But ... a bit of data is better than nothing.
Of course they are creating a biased loop - that was one of the earliest points raised when G started pushing Brands all those years ago.
Worse, G create the culture that expects it, then states that people expect it as justification (self fulfilling prophecy etc.)
More on topic of the long-click ... we seriously need to figure some questions with careful phrasing to nail a Googler with to get public admittance on this stuff, as they've been avoiding it for far to long.
that's like trying to nail jello on the wall +Lyndon NA--if they don't want us to know, they'll figure out a way out of it. :)
AJ Kohn
I'm rather confident in the long click theory and terminology. You might not see it in writing but it's used in conversation.
+AJ Kohn: That and Amit has mentioned it for use on a page to page basis (should be on page one or page two of the SERPs).
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45468 | 1And it came to be, after some time, in the days of wheat harvest, that Shimshon visited his wife with a young goat. And he said, “Let me go in to my wife, into her room.” But her father would not permit him to go in.
2And her father said, “Indeed, I thought that you hated her intensely; so I gave her to your companion. Is not her younger sister better than she? Please, take her instead.”
3And Shimshon said to them, “This time I am blameless regarding the Philistines if I do evil to them!”
4And Shimshon went and caught three hundred foxes, and took torches, and turned them tail to tail, and put a torch between each pair of tails,
5and set the torches on fire, and sent them out into the standing grain of the Philistines, and burned up both the shocks and the standing grain, even the vineyards and olive-trees.
6And the Philistines said, “Who did this?” And they answered, “Shimshon, the son-in-law of the Timnite, because he took away his wife and gave her to his companion.” Then the Philistines went up and burned her and her father with fire.
7And Shimshon said to them, “Though you do this, yet I shall take revenge on you, and after that I cease.”
8And he smote them hip and thigh, a great slaughter, and went down and dwelt in the cleft of the rock of Ěytam.
9The Philistines then went up and encamped in Yehuḏah, and spread out against Leḥi.
10And the men of Yehuḏah said, “Why have you come up against us?” And they answered, “We have come up to bind Shimshon, to do to him as he has did to us.”
11Then three thousand men of Yehuḏah went down to the cleft of the rock of Ěytam and said to Shimshon, “Do you not know that the Philistines are rulers over us? Why have you have done this to us?” And he said to them, “As they did to me, so I did to them.”
12And they said to him, “We have come down to bind you, to give you into the hand of the Philistines.” And Shimshon said to them, “Swear to me not to fall on me yourselves.”
13And they spoke to him, saying, “No, but we are certainly going to bind you, and shall give you into their hand but certainly not kill you.” So they bound him with two new ropes and brought him up from the rock.
14When he came to Leḥi, the Philistines came shouting to meet him. And the Spirit of יהוה came mightily upon him. And the ropes that were on his arms became like flax that is burned with fire, and his bonds broke loose from his hands.
15And he found a fresh jawbone of a donkey, and put out his hand and took it, and smote a thousand men with it.
16And Shimshon said, “With the jawbone of a donkey, one heap, two heaps, with the jawbone of a donkey I have smitten a thousand men!”
17And it came to be, when he had ended speaking, that he threw the jawbone from his hand, and called that place Ramath Leḥi.
18And he became very thirsty, and cried out to יהוה and said, “You have given this great deliverance by the hand of Your servant. And now, am I to die of thirst and fall into the hand of the uncircumcised?”
19And Elohim split the hollow place that is in Leḥi, and water came out, and he drank. And his spirit came back, and he revived. So he called its name Ěn Haqqore, which is in Leḥi to this day.
20And he ruled Yisra’ĕl twenty years in the days of the Philistines.
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God’s Agreement With Israel
1The Israelites reached the desert of Sinai in the third month of their trip from Egypt. 2They had traveled from Rephidim to the Sinai desert. The Israelites camped in the desert near Mount Sinai. 3Then Moses climbed up the mountain to meet with God. The Lord spoke to him on the mountain and said, “Tell this to the Israelites, the great family of Jacob: 4‘You people saw what I did to the people of Egypt. You saw that I carried you out of Egypt like an eagle and brought you here to me. 5So now I tell you to obey my commands and keep my agreement. So if you do this, you will be my own special people. The whole world belongs to me, but I am choosing you to be my own special people. 6You will be a special nation—a kingdom of priests.’ Moses, you must tell the Israelites what I have said.”
7So Moses climbed down the mountain and called the elders of the people together. Moses told the elders everything the Lord had commanded him to tell them. 8All the people spoke at the same time and said, “We will obey everything the Lord says.”
Then Moses went back up the mountain and told the Lord that the people would obey him. 9Then the Lord said to Moses, “I will come to you in the thick cloud. I will speak to you. All the people will hear me talking to you. I will do this so that they will always believe what you tell them.”
Then Moses told God everything the people had said.
10And the Lord said to Moses, “Today and tomorrow you must prepare the people for a special meeting. They must wash their clothes 11and be ready for me on the third day. On the third day, the Lord will come down to Mount Sinai. And all the people will see me. 12-13But you must tell the people to stay away from the mountain. Make a line and don’t let them cross it. Any person or animal that touches the mountain must be killed with stones or shot with arrows. But don’t let anyone touch them. The people must wait until the trumpet blows. Only then can they go up the mountain.”
16On the morning of the third day, a thick cloud came down onto the mountain. There was thunder and lightning and a very loud sound from a trumpet. All the people in the camp were frightened. 17Then Moses led the people out of the camp to a place near the mountain to meet God. 18Mount Sinai was covered with smoke. Smoke rose off the mountain like smoke from a furnace. This happened because the Lord came down to the mountain in fire. Also the whole mountain began to shake. 19The noise from the trumpet became louder and louder. Every time Moses spoke to God, God answered him with a voice like thunder.
21The Lord said to Moses, “Go down and warn the people not to come near me and look at me. If they do, many will die. 22Also tell the priests who come near the Lord that they must prepare themselves for this special meeting. If they don’t, I, the Lord, will punish them.”
25So Moses went down to the people and told them these things.
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45479 | Life-Changing Cuisine: 10 Best Restaurants in the World
Take a taste-bud-teasing tour through the best restaurants in the world courtesy of Food & Wine magazine. Its editors scoured the globe to find the top life-changing restaurants in Spain, France, Denmark, Japan, Great Britain, and the United States.
When you're done admiring these top-notch dining venues, check out some of the weirdest restaurants in the world.
By Ratha Tep
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In a glassed-in dining room in Spain's Basque country, the superascetic Andoni Luis Aduriz sends out reverential odes to produce harvested from surrounding fields and nearby woods, such as his famous potatoes encased in a brittle shell made with edible white clay and lactose, and sun-ripened red fruit with beet bubbles (pictured).
Recipes from the Basque region of Spain:
Avocado and Frisée Salad with Cheese-Filled Eggplant Rolls
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45492 | Reviews for A Psychological Analysis of Yugi Mutou
Toisse chapter 1 . 12/30/2013
I feel like the only way this would be better is if you wrote out the dialogue but I understand that it's written as if the psychologist wrote it in his file. Lol this was great and funny because the fans believe Yugi so the skepticism of the doctor seems ironic because we believe he is wrong.
Guest chapter 1 . 9/29/2013
Deverias hacerlo gracioso pero sin llegar a ser absurdo y tambien algo serio sin llegar a ser una historia de "cortate las venas"
Rainshadow999 chapter 1 . 9/6/2013
Me: Fun psychology! XD Sounds a bit like Rain' and I!
Rainshadow: That's serious, plus we have Conscience and Voice.
Me: Well Voice shouldn't count because that's basically imaginary-friend-just-for-company-thing which I guess I've ignored Voice quite a lot anyway and Conscience? She's more like an OC I created to be our childish-scary-act.
Rainshadow: You've had that "childish-scary-act" for years now. It's called acting. What about me? You do have a personality disorder.
Me: You're my OC! Also sometimes an imaginary friend, or my more tolerant side which I can bring out when I want to… You're more like a phase.
Rainshadow: Fine.
Me: Oi! No saying the word "fine"! It's a big annoying destroying lie!
Rainshadow: I know. Brilliant fanfic.
Me: Yes I agree, oh yeah now I remember! Rainshadow is a parallel Universe version of me. I remember coming up with that.
Rainshadow: Of course, it was a year ago, I'd be worried if you didn't remember.
Me: What are we even talking about?
Rainshadow: I'm not sure.
Ms: Lol, like Rain' said, brilliant fanfic! :D
LunarStar98 chapter 1 . 7/3/2013
XP don't torment poor Yugi!
ultimatedragonballzfan chapter 1 . 5/27/2013
LOL. This was so hilarious and considering I am interested and have taken a semester course in psychology, Yugi being diagnosed with that disorder fits perfectly. Lmao, just so funny. Especially loved the part where Yami wanted to challenge the psychologist to a Yami No Game! xD
Thank u for writing this story. Gave me such a great laugh! *Instantly favorites it*
And OMG! Please tell me you wrote a serious take to this story where they actually institutionalized Yugi?! It's such a unique and great idea! :D
AnimeLoveIkuto chapter 1 . 3/14/2013
This was so funny :)
Tom chapter 1 . 1/31/2013
Nice! That always bothered me you know, the two mind in one body thing, I keep thinking that they are trying to teach kids that it's cool to have a mental disorder or something. In a way it's good, I mean kids with mental disorders are often the victims of intensive bullying, but it might be a problem if kids start to "wish" they had a disorder as well.
RedRosePetal chapter 1 . 10/25/2012
I can't believe I told this long to find this. It's amazing! Well done :)
SerenePanic chapter 1 . 6/6/2012
Well, that was random... And weird... But funny... and that's how everyone should have reacted to Yugi telling them he had an ancient Egyptian pharaoh living in his head... Great job!
Aqua girl 007 chapter 1 . 3/7/2012
I found this very entertaining. I'm not taking pyshcology as a carrer, but I'm still interesting in it.
I can't really say if the diagnosis of Yugi having schizophrenia is realitic, but DID is. Though I doupt Yugi would say anything about the shadow games.
Also, Malik's other self isn't an Egyptian spirit...Malik really has DID in the canon universe. Yami Marik was created due to Malik's hatred and pain, not to mention years of physical abuse. (He's a very interesting character to analyze.)
Dezzy15 chapter 1 . 1/5/2012
I wish i got this assingment either for a popular figure or for a friend. oh the possiblities and quite possible possibilities to.
malfoysdaughter chapter 1 . 12/13/2011
I scared my roommate laughing like a jackle at this. Very well written and thought out!
Dark-heika chapter 1 . 10/30/2011
go for humour. its more fun.
still, this is pretty good. decently humorous, although iv seen better, but, then again, part of life is achknowledging that there is always someone superior...
andysanime chapter 1 . 5/23/2011
Really good job, ha-ha I'm in psychology right now so I understood everything that was put down XD... granted anyone could follow it... but still that is besides the point! The point actually is, I probably would have NEVER thought of this (not that we had to do a project like this) soo yeaaa good job!
KedakaiOkami chapter 1 . 9/26/2010
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45493 | Reviews for Observatory
JBubbles chapter 1 . 5/24/2010
The most interesting fic between Kagami, Jackal and Ban
I would indeed love to observe those three more often!
tsutsuji chapter 1 . 8/25/2007
OMG. This is... well, hotter than anything I expect to find on ffnet, for one thing! It makes me feel inadequate to write Ban/Akabane (not that I'm going to stop trying!). Having Kagami observe them, rather than a narrator pov, adds so much to the scene, even aside from the extra bit of heat generated by his thoughts about Himiko. Brilliant.
irthos chapter 1 . 2/28/2007
oh my! left me wanting more. naughty kagami!
Anneka Neko chapter 1 . 1/23/2007
Great story, good writing...
but my GOD. Kagami-kun, give them some PRIVACY! Geez! x-x;
Sunshinelove chapter 1 . 10/3/2006
wow kagami is so creepy (and perverted) at times, but that's why we love him. n_n if i didn't like akabanexban so much i would definately like to see a good kagamixakabane fic.
anyhoo. this is a very good story. keep up the good writing skills. maybe there'll be a part two of this later on?
Holiday Bullet chapter 1 . 9/28/2006
Whoap. You've done it again! You're a miracle worker, I tell you! It's unbelievable how you can fit a smex scene and Ban/Akabane and Kagami/Himiko in one complete, absolutely delightful story! I swear, I have a twisted little happy smile on my face every time I find that you've graced us with another Ban/Akabane. I am now your loyal fan! I hope to see another story, ASAP! |
global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45509 | Reviews for A Minor Conundrum
Guest chapter 1 . 3/14
Impressive... congratulations. This work has commendations...
VioletErin.26 chapter 1 . 3/12
:D awww how cute! :D
great writing!
Guest chapter 1 . 3/8
Well done!
Off topic; for some reason it made me think of a message like it, i.e. without any 'e's, being sent in code and a poor frustrated cryptographer trying to unravel it by using letter frequency.
BTW I am rather impressed that reading Shakespeare makes you think in iambic pentameter; your brain is obviously behind a far higher brow than is mine - which just repeats phrases or song refrains to itself when in rest mode.
librarywitch chapter 1 . 3/8
Well done and thanks for the giggles.
greenwings33 chapter 1 . 3/1
That's so cute!
And very, very clever
1sunfun chapter 1 . 9/5/2013
2inchfish chapter 1 . 7/14/2013
Baby Mycroft in a suit. No, Schlock, I still wouldn't have recognized him. At least clothing grows when magically small humans do.
Shelly Darline chapter 1 . 7/2/2013
Wow, just wow!
I never would have believed that someone could write a story, of any length, without the letter 'E' (with exception to "The End", of course); congratulations for a successful endeavor. I think you did a really good job; thanks for sharing it with us! |
global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45510 | The following Friday morning
Bruce Wayne stood in front of the nondescript door attempting to gather his thoughts. Normally, that was not a difficult task, but this was not a normal situation. He knocked. Inside he could hear some music being turned off, and then the door opened to reveal a somewhat-startled Dick Grayson wearing cutoffs and a Bludhaven PD t-shirt.
"Bruce! Uh, hi!"
"Hello, Dick. I...come bearing gifts." He held up a small sack. "Alfred's chocolate chip cookies."
Dick gave him a high-wattage smile. "You certainly know how to make a guy glad to see you! Come on in!" He motioned for Bruce to set the sack down on the table. "Have a seat, and I'll get us some milk to go along with 'em." Dick brought the milk and some glasses to the table and sat down across from Bruce.
The next few minutes were filled with unpacking the cookies, pouring the milk, and just enjoying Alfred's gift. Bruce glanced around the apartment. While it certainly wouldn't win any "Good Housekeeping" awards, it was definitely neater than the last time he had been in Bludhaven, not to mention Tim's description of Dick's New York apartment. Looking through to the bedroom, he saw an ironing board and that Dick must have been in the middle of pressing his uniform trousers.
"I'm sorry for barging in like this. Do you have to...go on duty soon?"
"Nah. Not until 3:00. I just wanted to get ahead on some things while I have a bit of down time."
Bruce smiled slightly to himself. It was rather comforting to talk to someone who knew him well enough to interpret his questions. He finished his cookie, drank some milk, and looked around for a napkin. Dick saw his problem, leaned his chair back on two legs, and snagged a couple of paper towels. He passed one over to Bruce and kept one for himself. Bruce raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
"Don't you look at me like that," Dick warned, smiling. "Remember, I was the one who cleaned up the Manor before Alfred came back from England! Not to mention I doubt you coped all that well while Al was with Tim."
Bruce quirked his mouth in return. Wiping his mouth, he decided it was time to discuss the reason for his visit. "I had an interesting lunch appointment yesterday."
Still amused, Dick raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
"With Harrison Palmer." Still no reaction from Dick. "As you may know," he said sardonically, "he is the majority owner in an electronics company that has been having some unexpected financial trouble. He had approached me as an investor to give them some needed capital, and I thought that was what our lunch was going to be about. You can imagine my surprise when he thanked me for uncovering a blackmail and embezzlement scheme and recovering the missing money."
Bruce thought he detected a slight twinkle in Dick's eyes, but he wasn't sure. "He was puzzled, however, by my sending my foster son to investigate the matter instead of someone more, uh, conventional."
Dick smiled. "So what did you say?"
"I said something about its being more of a personal matter than a corporate one, and that you'd volunteered for the job. I'm pretty sure he believed me."
Bruce waited, but the son in question just looked at him with that same amused expression. Frowning, he continued his story. "After lunch, I discovered that Barbara had sent her report to my corporate email account, which was why I hadn't seen it yet. Your name was nowhere in it, so I called her and asked for a complete report, which she grudgingly sent." The amused expression disappeared from Dick's face, but Bruce wasn't sure whether it was because of the report or that he had called Barbara.
"The so-called 'complete' report contained more details, but I realized there was still one bit missing -- the blackmailer's identity. So I went to see Barbara in person, this time. That's when she told me that Jennifer Hill was the blackmailer." Dick's expression remained neutral. "I assume that's why you got involved?" Dick nodded. "Why didn't you tell me about it?"
Dick looked at him for a moment. "I figured it was better this way," he said quietly.
"Better?" Bruce almost shouted. "I've warned you over and over, Dick -- emotion clouds your judgment! Maybe it wasn't a dangerous situation, but you should still know better."
"Bruce, I'm not the one getting all emotional over the situation -- you are. I figured it was better because I didn't have the emotional baggage you did."
"What are you talking about?"
Dick spoke carefully as if talking to a small child. "Jen Hill came closer than anyone I've ever seen to making you break character. I didn't want you to have to deal with all that garbage again. In my judgment, I was better equipped to handle her than you were." He sighed. "I know you don't trust my judgment, but that's the way it goes."
Bruce felt a small pain in his chest at the resignation in his son's voice. "Dick ..." He stopped and then tried again, "I do trust your judgment. It's just that ..." His voice trailed off. "You honestly believe I was more upset by Jennifer Hill than you were?"
"Sure. I can't really remember another time that I heard the Bat when you were supposed to be playing Bruce Wayne. If that isn't 'upset' I don't know what is." He shrugged. "Since I wasn't all that bothered by Jen Hill, it seemed logical."
Bruce suddenly remembered Dick's words when Bruce had realized the young man had heard everything he'd said to the mayor's wife: I wasn't hurt, Bruce, not traumatized, either. Just...shocked. What bugged me out worse was worrying that I'd screwed up and that you'd rip me a new one for it.
"So you weren't after revenge," he said in realization.
"Well...maybe a little bit," Dick said, smiling again. "I don't like being embarrassed any more than the next guy. But honestly, I just wanted to...protect you." He laughed sheepishly, but then continued with some determination, "'Cause you're still my partner, and that's what partners do."
Bruce gave Dick an almost-smile, and the two men sat in silence for a few moments, eating cookies. The memory of their library conversation brought to Bruce's mind a question he had wanted to ask for many years.
"Something occurred to me awhile back, and it never seemed like the right time to ask," he said tentatively. "Why weren't you more upset by what she did to you?"
Dick looked at him measuringly. "I think you really already know the answer to that," he said calmly.
Bruce closed his eyes. "Because that wasn't the first time it had happened," he stated. He opened his eyes to stare at his son.
"Uh huh."
"When... how many ..." his voice skittered a bit. "Why didn't you ever tell me?" he whispered.
"Bruce, let it go," Dick pleaded. "You don't need to know any of this; it's all over and done with; just let it go!"
"You know I can't! You are my...son -- I was supposed to protect you!"
"Bruce, you can' parent can protect his child from everything! I dealt with it, and I moved on. You need to also."
"I...won't! After the Joker...It was bad enough that I took you out on the streets with me where you could be killed. Now I find out there were things going on I didn't even know about!"
"I wasn't going to force you to choose between me and the Bat -- I figured I'd lose!" Dick yelled.
Bruce saw a startled, almost scared look appear in his son's eyes; then Dick hastily got up from the table and stood looking out his apartment window with his back to Bruce. Bruce left the table as well and went to stand behind the younger man. Dick ignored him.
"What did you mean by that?"
"Nothing. I didn't mean anything; I was just rambling. Don't worry about it."
"Dick." He hated using the "Voice" (as Dick had always jokingly referred to it), but if that's what it took ...
Dick still ignored him. Bruce lightly placed his hand on Dick's shoulder, feeling the tension in his son's muscles.
"Please, son. Tell me the truth."
Dick sighed. Still looking out the window he said very softly, "Okay, you want truth? Batman needed Bruce Wayne to be an irresponsible playboy. Now a playboy obviously needs women, but what kind of woman goes out with an airhead like Bruce Wayne? Batman deliberately selected women he knew wouldn't be hurt; but that was as close as he came to thinking of them as human beings -- they were pretty much interchangeable -- so he didn't really think of how they reacted to anyone else." He finally turned slightly to look at Bruce, and Bruce almost wished he hadn't. There was so much pain and acceptance mingled together in his boy's eyes.
Dick looked away again and continued, "Once I figured out the pattern, I realized that since it was Batman's decision, it was up to Robin with it. I avoided them when I could, tolerated them when I couldn't." He took a deep breath. "Because once I realized you didn't know what was going on, I knew that telling you would force you to choose between doing what was best for the Bat or best for me. And I'd be damned before I let myself do that." Dick finally turned away from the window and walked over to sit down on his couch. Bruce sat down in the chair across from him.
"Bruce, you're just going to have to accept that there are parts of my life you will never know about. That's just the way things have to be. I chose this life -- it's given me a purpose and a means to help people in ways nothing else could. While there is stuff in my past that I wish hadn't happened, all of it has worked to make me the man I am today."
Bruce tried to match the honesty Dick had shown. "But I still should've protected you better. I know I got so caught up in the fight sometimes that I would forget you were only a boy, partly because you were so good at what you did. Then something would happen to jolt me back -- the incident with your coach or Jennifer Hill -- and I would remember how young you were. I think part of my 'obliviousness' was because I was...scared."
"Scared?!? You've got to be kidding me!"
"Scared," Bruce said firmly. "I would realize you weren't a 'soldier' -- you were my son! Which meant I was your father, like it or not. That scared the living daylights out of me! What on earth did I know about being a father? I had barely had one before he was taken from me; I didn't really know any, except for Jim. And here I was trying to get you killed!" He looked down in shame. "So, it was easier not to think about it at all."
Dick slouched down into the couch and looked at Bruce. Bruce could almost see the wheels turning in Dick's head. After several silent minutes, Dick sat up.
"Okay, Bruce, we're going to try something a little different. Are you ready?"
Bruce stared at him suspiciously and nodded.
"I forgive you," Dick said calmly.
"What? What does that mean?"
"Exactly what I said. I forgive you. You have my full and free forgiveness -- all you have to do is take it."
"I still don't get it."
"Look, you said you trusted my judgment. Do you really?"
Bruce sensed this was the most important answer he had ever given. Did he trust Dick's judgment? Bruce remembered how he'd felt leaving Gotham, knowing Dick was protecting her as Batman in his absence. That calm of knowing he'd started to put to right something that he'd broken; the peace of knowing his city was taken care of. "Yes, Dick. I trust you, and I trust your judgment."
Dick smiled at him rather shyly. "Then trust me when I say that I forgive you. Believe in that, and don't beat yourself up about 'what should've been.'" He walked over to the table, grabbed a cookie, and walked back over to stand in front of Bruce.
"It's like when someone who cares about you gives you a gift." He handed the cookie to Bruce, who took it and stared at it and Dick. "To refuse the gift would be wrong, wouldn't it?" Bruce raised one eyebrow, but nodded obediently. Dick continued, "Alfred baked these cookies for us as a gift; my forgiveness of you is a gift. Both are given from the same motivation, and both are given freely. To refuse them," he stopped and swallowed, "... to refuse them is to refuse us."
Bruce looked down at his cookie and nodded. He heard Dick walk back over to the couch and sit down.
"So, 'bout them Knights?"
Bruce's head shot up, and Dick snickered, presumably at the expression on his face. That surprised a snort of amusement from Bruce, which set Dick off even more. Before long, the two men were laughing almost uncontrollably -- they would try to stop, but one or the other would start snickering, and then they'd be off.
They had finally gotten themselves under control when a voice chimed out from Dick's computer, "Y'know, guys, there are lots of people who would pay big money for a tape of the last few minutes of that! The Bat and Nightwing laughing like a bunch of hyenas. What's the joke, guys?"
Bruce didn't miss the way Dick's eyes lit up as he walked over to the monitor. "Hi, gorgeous! I guess you just had to be there."
"Hey, if you two boys are busy, I can call back later ..."
"No, it's okay, Barbara," Bruce said. "I needed to be going anyway."
The two men walked to the door. "Listen Dick, I'll...try to remember what you said."
"Thank Alfred for the cookies for me, would you?"
"Sure thing." Bruce turned to go, but then surprised both of them by pulling his son into a quick hug. It was over almost as soon as he did it, and then he quickly walked out the door. As the door closed, he could just hear Dick on the other side.
"Hey, sweetheart! You got any plans for dinner tonight? Maybe we can finish off those pizzas."
Bruce smiled to himself and walked down the corridor and out of the building. Time to go home.
*** The End ***
** End notes: In Part 7, Dick is actually quoting from Elizabeth Lowell's book Jade Island. It just seemed like something Roy would say. In Part 8, some of Babs' rant at Dick is courtesy of Chicago (when she read my first draft of part 7 **g**). Also, J.D. and Thelma are real people. Unfortunately, J.D. really does have emphysema. :-( I've fictionalized them somewhat, but they are a really sweet couple (and Thelma really does make the best sugar cookies). |
global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45511 | Chapter Two: Lunch Time (A.K.A. - Meeting Angela)
The rest of the morning carried like a normal first day - except Chrissy had new friends to help her out and pick her up when she fell. Now, it was lunch time. She scanned around the cafeteria for one of the Savage boys. Her hopes seemed to be dashed, but then she spotted Sam standing in the lunch line. She saw him turn around and face her. With a big smile, he waved to her enthusiastically - that is, before a big guy behind Sam shoved him to the ground. Chrissy gasped and, not worrying about politeness or strangers, she rushed over to Sam to make sure he was okay. Before she was able to bend over and help him once she reached him, he jumped up, smiling all the while to reassure he was okay. Chrissy couldn't help but giggle at her new friend. He reminded her so much of her best friend back where she had moved from. Her best friend was always tripping or falling, much like she, and he was known to her as "The Absent Minded Professor" as he was so busy he usually would forget things like to call her or even his own birthday. She was shaken loose of her thoughts by Sam who was asking her how hungry she was. "What? I'm sorry Sam. I was thinking about my friends back in my hometown." Sam gave her a sympathetic smile; complete with a head tilt. "You know what I need?" She asked him. "No, what?" The blonde replied. "I need a hug. A big, friendly, 'I-will-always-be-there-for-you' hug." She told him as they moved over to their table. Chrissy sat her tray down and was going to sit when Sam brought her into his arms for a hug. She smiled at her new friend's actions and hugged him back. Was there anything this guy wouldn't do to make her feel welcome?
"Samuel Savage!" A cry came from behind Sam. The two broke apart and poor Sam started stuttering. "Sam, I'm going to give you one chance, one, to tell me what's going on!" Chrissy, feeling brave again thanks to Sam, stepped in to help him. It was her guess that this girl was Sam's girlfriend and she was hurt to see that Sam was hugging her. "It's my fault," She told the angry girl before her. "I was upset and Sam was trying to cheer me up. I'm sorry, I really, truly am." That seemed to calm the girl - she even smiled at Sam. "Aw! My sweetie was being an angel of mercy to broken hearts! You deserve a kiss!" She wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's neck and gave him a small peck of a kiss. When Sam's girlfriend let go of him, he looked confused. "What a minute, why is it okay that I was hugging her now, but it wasn't then?" He asked. "Because then, I thought you were cheating on me, now, I know that you were cheering her up. See? Big difference." She turned to Chrissy and held out her hand. "I'm Angela. Sorry I was so angry." Chrissy took Angela's hand and shook it gently. "Nice meeting you. I'm Chrissy." she replied. "And that's ok. I'm just flattered that you found me threatening. No one's ever thought that I could get a guy interested in me." "Hey, no problem." Now Sam was more confused than ever. "Did I miss something?" He asked as he scratched his head.
Just then, something caught Chrissy's eye. Or rather, someone. Jack was walking down the aisle with a food tray being carried in his hands and a girl was closely following behind him. She secretly wished that that girl was just heading to her table, and not Jack's girlfriend. But all of her hopes were lost when she saw the girl sit dangerously close to Jack. Guess that's why they call them crushes. Chrissy thought depressingly. Angela looked up from her lunch and saw poor Chrissy sitting across from her staring at Jack. So, it seems I have a little project for this year. Angela thought, an evil grin appearing on her face "Operation 'Jack and Chrissy' is set to commence." She said quietly, while Sam looked at her strangely. |
global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45513 | Body Note- After watching the movie, American Beauty, I was inspired to write this about the blonde girl Kevin Spacey liked. can anybody tell me what her name was?
take if you wish, but ask if you will =)
That girl from American Beauty
She's a tease,
she's a flirt.
She's Seventeen-
thinking she's all grown up
in that miniskirt.
Each look that she gets,
each leer is a thrill.
Never been hurt,
To new to know
looks can kill.
She finds an identity in men's desire.
Feeding the fantasy
that she
controls their fire.
The flames want only to warm her,
adore her,
do anything for her.
and while she doesn't quite believe,
neither does she leave.
Part of her claiming "Better to be burned
than be ignored." |
global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45514 | Red ignores the enquiring honey-coated mouth beside her and dashes into the trap.
It was hers, the dye for the cloak. Cheeky little girls, well, yes, and Little Red had been the cheekiest. So the wolf said, It will be dyed a new color, your pretty white cloak.
Red was not always Red. Once, she was Red only by name and not by design. Once, the cloak was white.
Too bad Little Red was a cheeky little girl. Too bad the cloak turned red. Too bad that the white disappeared with the innocence.
As she suffocated in the red heat of the wolf's stomach, she thought, Help me.
As she suffocated in the red heat of the witch's stomach, she thought, Help yourself.
So we progress, Red thinks, but is it progress? She's gone from damsel in distress (And how she envies the princess for getting that position!) to huntress, a woman who can take care of herself.
She wishes, sometimes, that she couldn't take care of herself. That she could be sure that someone would always save her. That the woodcutter would always be in the nick of time. But this is so rarely the case, and Red is so sure that nobody is watching her from above or indeed wants her safe that she has given up on that.
However, on the really dark nights, when wolves stalk through hot pulsing red dreams...
She prays and curses God by turns, wishing for something besides an axe to fall back on. |
global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45515 | "Are we really doing this?"
"Oh, come on, stop complaining," Mikoto said, wrinkling her nose in annoyance as she turned back around to look at the doubtful face of Sawachika Eri.
"This still feels really stupid. Tell me again why we're spending a perfectly good summer day here..." Eri grumbled even as she continued following her along the path, only to stop, bewildered, as Mikoto came to a sudden halt. "What's-" she began, but the martial artist cut her off.
"We're here already," Mikoto replied simply, gesturing toward the emerald covered riverbank with a soft smile. The setting sun added to the natural beauty of the place, a blanket of twilight.
Eri gave her a nonplussed look. "This?" she wrinkled her own nose now, gazing out over the twinkling river with a bemused look, before turning back towards her friend with an exasperated look. "It's pretty and all Mikoto, but-"
"Just wait, okay," Mikoto interrupted patiently, planting herself at the crest of the riverbank.
Eri gave her another annoyed look, but sat down next to her anyway with only some mumbled grumbling. For a moment, the two girls sat in silence, simply staring out over the twilight covered riverbank, watching the orange-crimson sky as the sun went down.
"Your dad's out of town again?"
Somehow, Eri wasn't surprised at the query, whether because of how sudden it had come or the question of how Mikoto knew it. The first was simple enough- that was Mikoto's nature. The second was also fairly simple.
Akira liked to keep informed.
"Yeah." Almost reflexively, she folded crossed her arms around her knees, drawing herself closer. Back at her house, there were the beginnings of a home-cooked meal that Nakamura was undoubtedly cleaning up. "It's fine though."
The regal tone of her voice was enough to fool anyone.
Mikoto wasn't anyone.
"Is that so," she said, voice almost a hum. "It's a shame he won't be able to try that recipe you learned at my house."
"Yeah," Eri agreed quietly, head moving down as if synchronized with the sun. "It's a shame."
Silence again. Eri welcomed and rejected it all at once.
"Ah. Here we go." The sound of cloth shuffling together as Mikoto stood up, and suddenly Eri felt a tug on her shirt sleeve. "Look."
Eri looked up.
And was suddenly blinded. Jerking back reflexively, she tumbled over herself, grass tickling her pale skin.
Mikoto laughed, even as she leaned over to offer a hand.
Embarrassed and not a little annoyed, Eri pulled herself upright, and took Mikoto's outstretched hand, pulling herself to her feet.
"Guess I should have warned you," Mikoto said, barely containing the chuckle.
Eri shot her an annoyed look, before turning back to the scene that had so startled her.
Fireflies. Dozens of them, maybe even a hundred, swarming up and filling the darkness of the night with a soft, gentle light, twirling and twinkling like magnified stars, close enough to touch.
Despite herself, Eri couldn't help but draw breath at the sight.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Mikoto asked, smiling as she turned just enough to give the blonde a sidelong look. "I found this last year."
"Yeah," Eri said, voice still absent, still hypnotized by the wondrous display. After another moment, she seemed to shake off the firefly's spell, turning back towards Mikoto with a soft smile. "Thanks."
Mikoto grinned back, and punched Eri's shoulder (gently, with hardly any force lest she send her tumbling into the river). "Don't mention it." After a moment, the grin quirked into something a little more mischievous. "Just promise me you'll take Harima-kun here on a date sometime, 'kay?"
"EH?" Eri's face flamed and she started waving her hands frantically, panicked. "Wha-wha-wha-what are you talking about!"
Mikoto laughed loudly, still grinning.
And despite herself, there was a matching smile on Eri's face as well. |
global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45516 | -1An Arduous Journey
Author's note: After reading quite a few Naruto fanfics, quite a few amazing ones actually, I decided to start my own. I don't know if the idea has been done before, I certainly haven't run across it, however the story should be different from anything you've read before, or my name is Alfred (Which it isn't.)
IMPORTANT: This story is AU. That means ALTERNATE UNIVERSE. That means I can do whatever the hell I want and you have to suck it up and deal.
Pairings: I don't know yet. Feel free to suggest things but I don't do slash, yuri, yaoi, or harems. I will do love triangles. This story will not be about pairings though.
BTW: I don't own Naruto!
The Chunin Exams - Kakashi's Hesitance!
Two weeks after the Wave mission and Kakashi was at his wit's end. He wanted to know what the hell had happened to his team. Where was the excellent teamwork that lead them to defeat such strong opponents. Where was the concern for each other? Where was the determination? It was as though returning to Konoha had brought back their bad habits threefold.
Sakura was even more determined to get Sasuke to notice her. Kakashi had thought she would finally get serious about becoming a ninja after having felt so useless in the Land of Waves, but no, one run in with Ino and she had forgotten all about that. She also seemed even more determined to bring down Naruto than ever before.
Speaking of Naruto, the kid had actually started to quiet down a little a ways into their walk back. Oh sure he still talked, Kakashi didn't think a gag could muffle him, but he wasn't as loud, or annoying. As soon as they walked in those gates though an errant remark from a passer-by had sent Naruto into a shouting frenzy. Kakashi just didn't know what to do about Naruto, He had more potential than anyone he had seen before, and more determination, but he was always undermining his own talents by his actions. Not to mention that the fighting with Sasuke had gotten even worse, if that was possible.
And Sasuke, here Kakashi had to refrain from banging his head into the memorial stone he was currently kneeling in front of. Sasuke had become even more withdrawn. It might not seem that way to the casual observer but Kakashi could see it. If Kakashi couldn't get Sasuke to open up and let go of his revenge, well Kakashi feared that Sasuke would do something drastic, and that wouldn't bode well for anyone. At that moment Kakashi actually wondered in Sasuke awakening his bloodline wasn't more of a curse than a blessing.
"ETERNAL RIVAL! I FOUND YOU!" The sudden loud scream jarred Kakashi from his thoughts and nearly caused him to jump, nearly. Only years of training prevented it. How a six foot tall green spandex wearing overly loud crazy could sneak up on him would forever be a mystery, no matter how many times it happened.
"Ah, did you say something?" Kakashi said as he stood, flipping open one of his treasured Icha Icha Paradise books.
"How unbearably hip of you rival!" Maito Gai cried pointing a finger at the relaxed looking jounin. "That does not matter, I have simply come to tell you that no matter how bright the flames of youth might shine in your students those flames of my students shall always be brighter. My students will prevail over yours in the Chunin exam or I shall do ONE HUNDRED laps around Konoha's walls on my hands!" He finished off his exuberant, and loud, speech with a thumbs up and a scarily bright student.
"Oh, is it time for the Chunin exams already? I'd forgotten." Kakashi lazily flipped a page, not taking his eye off the book.
"I will not be fooled by that hip attitude rival!" Suddenly Gai seemed to realize the time. "Ah! I am late! NO! I don't wish to become unyouthful as my rival!" He then ran off, kicking up a dust trail behind him.
Kakashi sighed as he lowered his book, he had not seen a word after Gai had mentioned the chunin exams. The truth was he had forgotten about that. Damn. If he had to be perfectly honest, he didn't think his students were ready. Strength wise he thought they would be okay. After all Naruto had the Kyuubi and Sasuke had his pride, which while it might not keep him happy it would force him to become strong. Sakura he figured would drag through on the coattails of the others. But they just didn't have the proper attitude.
Besides, he didn't want his students to drag themselves to the finish line by the skin of their teeth. He wanted them to blow everyone else out of the water.
With another sigh Kakashi put his book away and turned to the Hokage's tower. He had to tell the Hokage that his team wouldn't be participating in the exams, and request a mission to last at least until the beginnings of the exam. Preferably one far from Konoha.
"Where is Kakashi?" The Hokage asked, only mildly perturbed as he had grown accustomed to the jounin's habitually tardiness. No one in the room answered him. He supposed that was to be expected. "Well we might as well start…" He was cut off as the door opened, admitting a one-eyed shinobi into the Hokage's office.
"Sorry I'm late." Although honestly he had only found out about the meeting once he'd arrived, those messenger chunin were getting rusty. "I left my refrigerator on and had to go back to turn it off." Nobody commented on the outrageousness of this excuse because, really, what would they say?
"That's alright. Let's get down to business though." He turned to address the others in the room as well. "Kurenai, Asuma, Kakashi, do any of you believe your genin team ready to participate in the chunin selection exams?"
"I, Yuuhi Kurenei, jounin sensei of squad eight nominate my team of Inuzuka Kiba, Aburame Shino, and Hyuuga Hinata to take the chunin exams." She had stepped forward as she had begun to talk and now stepped back as she finished.
"I, Sarutobi Asuma, jounin sensei of squad ten nominate my team to take the exams." He hadn't even bothered to take the cigarette out of his mouth.
There was a small lull as everyone waited for Kakashi to speak. Finally the Sandaime got tired of the silence and asked, "And you Kakashi? What of your team?"
"I…" Kakashi stopped and really thought about what he was going to do. He never thought either Kurenai or Asuma would nominate their teams. In fact he had banked on it for explaining his decision to his team. Now though… What if they hated him? What if they thought he was would them back? Well he was kinda holding them back but he had a damn good reason. In the end he had to think about what would be best for his team, so taking a deep breath he continued on. "I do not nominate my squad, squad seven for the chunin exams.
The silence that met his reply was deafening.
Author's Note Reprise: First chapter done. Yes it is short. No, they won't all be like this. The next chapter should be two to three times this length. This was just to set up the plot.
"Why the hell won't you at least let us try Kakashi-sensei!" Naruto screamed, his thoughts echoed on the faces of his teamates.
"Because if you took the exam right now, you'd all fail, miserably." |
global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45518 | RE: I do not own Twilight or these marvelous characters…but they certainly own me
Chapter 1: Best Friends
My god! I had way to much pent up anger! Stupid hormones. You think you've got it bad? Imagine having your growth rate being over 5 times what it is. Imagine all those hormones suddenly affecting you one day. It ain't pretty. And neither was my mood. I needed Uncle Emmett to take me out. He was the perfect person to help me release my anger.
But for now………
"Jake," I whined. "I wanna go cliff diving. And I haven't seen the Pack in like forever."
"Sure, sure, Nessie. I'll take you cliff diving…just let me see the end of this game."
I frowned. Jake and I have been best friends since like the day I was born, but sometimes I felt like he just didn't get it. Maybe that's where his feelings stopped. Just friends? I felt more than that, but Jake?
And then there was Dad. Yeah he might take a while to get used to the idea of his three year old daughter dating. Okay, its not as bad as it sounds. Yeah, I'm three, but remember what I said about growth rate being over 5 times the normal growth rate? Yeah, I might be three, but physically, mentally, maturely…well I'm more like sixteen.
And Jake not paying attention to me just wasn't going to do.
"Jake," I whined again. He didn't even more a fraction of an inch, keeping his eyes glued to the screen. "Jake?" I tried again to get his attention. Okay this was ridiculous. "Jacob!" I practically yelled.
He jumped and looked up at me with a surprised expression. "Renesmee!" he yelled right back, but he was being more playful than annoyed. Note: more playful than annoyed, meaning, yes, he was getting a little annoyed.
"C'mon, Jake! You know I don't get football!" I was reverting back to whining.
"For god's sake, Jake!" Uncle Emmett practically yelled. "Would you give her whatever she wants so that the rest of us can enjoy the game?!"
I could feel Uncle Jasper trying to calm me down to make me more patient, but I fought back and he eventually gave up.
Jake looked a little desperate. "Please, Nessie?" he begged me. "There's only five minutes to go and they're in a tie! It's a playoff game and it's probably going to go into over time and whichever team wins goes to the Superbo—"
I cut him off. "Fine, fine. Anything to get you to stop talking sports."
"Thanks, Ness! And I promise, as soon as the games over we'll go cliff diving. Why don't you go get your swim suit on." The relief on his face was boarder line pathetic.
"Okay," I said, giving a fake smile, which I knew, that he knew, was fake. I will admit it; I was trying to guilt trip him.
I ran home with my super human half-vampire speed (long story and if you don't know shame you for reading this fanfiction before reading the original masterpiece!)
Why, oh, why did Jake not get it? Why didn't he see that I was in love with him? Why did he—was that the door? Dad and Mom are home. Time to redirect my thoughts. Jake, Uncle Emmett, and Uncle Jasper are watching a football game. It is hot outside. I want to go cliff diving. My name is Renesmee Carlie Cullen. I love the color purple.
I heard my Dad laugh downstairs. "We're just passing through, Nessie. We're going to be up at Grandma and Grandpa's if you need us," he called up to me.
"Okay thanks," I called back down.
I heard the door close and when I was sure the house was empty I went back to what I came here to do.
If you think your Dad is nosy, can you image if he could read your mind? I always have to spout out random little thoughts to cover up what I'm really thinking. I mean, I know he tries to give me my privacy, but let's face it…I have zero privacy!
Thanks to Aunt Alice I had about a bigillion bathing suits to choose from. I smiled evilly and pulled out the purple bikini Aunt Alice and I had bought last weekend.
I pulled it on and admired the way it showed off my curves. I pulled on my shortest jean shorts and put a little button down blouse over the bikini top. I tied it at the bottom, which was high above my belly button. I put my purple sneakers on and placed my sunglasses on my head to hold back my long, curly, copper hair.
I looked in the mirror. Wow. If Dad could see me right now…well I might never get out of this house again. My legs and stomach were almost completely exposed and the blouse was unbuttoned to show of the bikini top and my figure underneath.
Let's see Jake ignore me when I looked like this…well that was as long as Dad doesn't kill me first. But hey, what's life without a little risk?
But not that much risk. I pulled a sweatshirt on overtop of my ensemble and ran back to my grandparent's house.
I'm guessing that whatever team Jake and the Uncles were rooting for won because I was greeted by cheering and hooting. Jake picked me up and twirled me in a circle, making my head spin for more than one reason. I guess it was worth it to let Jake see the end of the game.
"Alright, Ness, I promised you I'd take you cliff diving, so cliff diving we'll go. Ride or Run?"
"Ride," I decided after a moments pause. Jake nodded and we started to head out toward his car.
I was just starting to think that I might actually make it to the car before Dad wondered why I was wearing the sweatshirt, when I heard Dad say, "Wait a minute, Renesmee."
Aw crap. No privacy whatsoever. And he used my full name so he knew I was up to something.
"Yes, Daddy?" I asked in my most angelic voice.
"What are you up to, Ness?" He asked giving me a stern stare. Mom was looking back and forth between us, trying to figure out what it was that Dad was suspicious about.
"Nothing, Daddy. Why do you ask?" I added the puppy dog eyes to the angelic voice. It had been a winning combination many times before.
He looked me up and down. "Promise me you're being safe."
I had totally won. I smiled and spoke in a business voice. "I promise you, Daddy, that I am being 100% safe…well except for cliff diving, but that won't hurt me."
He nodded and said, "Okay, Renesmee, I'm going to trust you. Don't let me down." He was using his business voice too.
I nodded. "I won't," I promised him.
"Okay. Go have fun."
We got to Jake's car and I just smiled up at him, giving him my pleading face. He rolled his eyes. "Go ahead," he said with a laugh as he threw me the keys.
I slid into the driver seat and noticed a small note taped to the steering wheel. I pulled it off and read, Be Safe, My Angel. It was in my Dad's handwriting. I smiled.
Jake, who had been reading over my shoulder said, "He had better have known that you were gonna be the one driving because if that note was to me…"
I burst out laughing and hit the gas. |
global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45519 | a/n: This is a new story I thought of one day but I didn't know exactly where to start it until a couple of weeks ago and I've also been procrastinating with it for a few weeks, and also school has taken up most of my time to write but I hope you enjoy this story.
edit: added a few little more details here and there.
Aged Love
Chapter 1: A Dream, A New Town, and a New School
In Konoha history two families have always stood beside each other, fighting in wars together, having fun together, even serving each other way before their families even became friends.
Some years back one of the families decided it was time for them to move on to a bigger city. Leaving behind the other one in Konoha where their family had and would continue to live forever.
Now one member of that family that moved away is moving back to their old home. Even after all this time their families had stayed friends with the other and they have allowed her to live with them while she goes to school there.
I lay on the cold cave floor, wounded and dying. Crimson liquid flowing slowly from my wounds, but its my own fault that this is happening. And now I'm slowly losing my life.
I looked over at the cave entrance and see him there. The love of my life, even when I'm dying I couldn't help but smile at him.
"Itachi." I said, relieved that he was going to be with me in my final moments of life. I tried to sit up to see him better but I cringed when I felt a sharp pain shoot through my body, so I laid back down against the cold stone floor.
He looked over at me with sadness in his eyes. I knew he saw that I was hurt and in pain. He ran over and knelt down next to me. Taking my hand in his.
"Irami, you're hurt." he said to me with a look of sadness in his eyes still.
"Yeah, I know, Itachi-kun." I told him and sighed. I didn't like to see him sad like this, especially for me. "But it's my own fault."
"No, it's not." he said to me, squeezing my hand gently and kissing the back of it. I smiled at him, he always knew how to make me smile, even in the worst of time.
It's my fault. I should've protected you more." he said, placing a hand on my cheek. "Let's take you home."
"No, Itachi." I said to him, shaking my head at him. I took a deep breath and starting to struggle to speak.
"N-no, I-Itachi-k-kun. I-I w-won't m-make it h-home." I told him.
"But Irami--" he was starting to say to me as he looked down. I knew he was about to start crying. And over me of all people.
"I-Itachi, p-please d-don't c-cry." I asked him, struggling even more with my speech. "I-I d-don't want y-you to. Especially for me." I said to him. Placing my hand on his cheek. "I-it ruins y-your h-handsome f-face, I-Itachi-kun."
"I-I know, but what am I supposed to do without you. You're the love of my life. I'll never love another person like I love you." he told me. I knew he wasn't trying to make me cry but I still did.
"I-I d-don't know…I-I d-don't kn-know what I-I w-would do if I-I l-lost y-you either. B-but promise m-me y-you'll t-try to f-find l-love a-again. E-even i-if i-it's n-not as st-strong as o-our l-love f-for each o-other." I told him. He was the only son of the Uchiha royal family. I couldn't let them die out.
He sighed. "I know…I just don't know what to do. I promise I will try my hardest to love again but I don't think I can ever love someone else as much as I do you. My heart belongs to you." he told me, I knew he'd keep his promise, he always did. No matter how heartbreaking they were too keep to him, but he still did.
I smiled at him. "G-good…I-I kn-know y-you w-won't. I-I l-love y-you, I-Itachi-kun."
"I love you too, Irami-chan. And I always will. As long as I live." he said back to me. He gathered me up in his arms, leaning over and kissed me deeply.
'Goodbye my love.' I thought to myself, kissing him back as best as I could. I felt a single tear fall from my eye because I knew this was the last time he would ever kiss me. 'I wish…I wish I would've told him.'
She sat in the back of the car look out the window. Not realizing that someone was calling her name, so she didn't answer. She was too caught up in her own thoughts to notice someone calling her name.
"Irami!" the woman in the front seat called her name again, but louder than before to get her attention. This time it was successful at dragging her out of her thoughts. Irami blinked a few times and then looked over at her mother.
"What?" she said to her as an answer. She ran her hand through her raven black locks, raking her fingers through it
She had long dark hair, like a raven's feathers, and the same colored eyes. Everybody at her old school thought that she wore contacts, well everybody except one person her best friend who had the same colored eyes as her, apparently it runs in both their families. But anyway, when she told them it was her natural eye color they treated her like she was a freak, even her friends treated her like she was the out cast. Well every friend but him, Seiji. He had just moved there and was treated differently because of his eye color as well. So they banned together. But now she was moving to Konoha where he family originally lived before they moved to Tokyo. The only thing she would miss would be Seiji.
"Were you daydreaming back there, Irami-chan?" her mother asked her.
Irami sighed quietly to herself, turning back to the window watched as the scenery outside the car go by. "No…I was just think about this weird dream I had last night. I can't get it out of my head."
"What was it about, honey?" she asked her, which annoyed Irami to no end when her mother tried to pry.
" 'Kaa-chan, you know I don't like talking about my dreams with anybody." Irami complained to her. Ever since she was a little girl she never liked telling people about her dreams, especially her mother, even if they were nightmares and scared her. She always kept quiet about them.
"Irami-chan, please just tell me." her mother pleaded to her and as usual whenever her mother begged like that, Irami gave into her and told her, every single detail about her dream. And I mean everything.
"Hmmm, that's interesting. It sounds like a story I heard when I was a little girl about our ancestors and the Uchiha's ancestors, Ira-chan." her mother told her after she had finished explaining her dream to her. Irami was curious and slightly confused. She has never heard a story about her ancestor before. So why was she all of a sudden dreaming about one?
The rest of the ride to the school was quiet. Irami just stared out the window of the car, thinking. Thinking of how she could possibly dream about something she's never even heard before.
She lost her train of thought when she saw the school that she would be going to for her senior year, Mangekyou High School, the most exclusive private school in Konohagakure. It was a huge school with three separate buildings to it. And a fourth on that said "Library" on it.
'Wow. This place is huge. It's way bigger than my last school.' Irami thought to herself as she started taking her bags out of the trunk of the family car.
"Well, that's everything." her mother told her as she took the last of Irami's bags out of the back of the car and closed it. "This is your new school. I'll go find Itachi-san and tell him you're here."
"Itachi?" Irami asked, blinking bewildered by her and disbelieving what she heard. Somebody actually had the same name as the man who was in her dream.
"Hai. Uchiha Itachi. He'll be your new guardian while you stay here. He's a teacher at the school. I pretty sure you'll have him for your Language Arts class." her mother answered her, glancing of at the clock on the middle of the main school building. "And since school seems to be almost over for the day why don't you go hang out there. And I'll go to tell Itachi where he can find you when he goes to leave the school.
"I see." Irami said while nodding her head and sighing. She turned away from her mother picked up her two purple suitcases and her backpack with her school materials in it and started walking toward the library. |
global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45520 | When the Snow Falls…
By: Silver
Summary: [A bit au-ish of the episode about Hatori and Kana] They were to be married but Fate dealt them the wrong hands and they were torn apart. It was twelve years ago, another life, another love. The only remembrance of their short life together was the daughter they had unknowingly created. With Kana suffering the same fate as Tohru's mom, her daughter Hotaru goes to live with Shigure. Hotaru Sohma meets the father she never had. HatorixKana, HatorixMayuka. OC's POV.
Silver: This story has been hanging around my head for three years now and I admit, I never really focused on Hatori as a main character in any of my fics but his past with Kana is so touching that all he has of that is a picture of Kana and the memories of them together but even memories can fade with time. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I have never owned Fruits Basket nor will I ever own it and all the happiness it contains. The only thing that I own is Hotaru. Fruits Baskets and all of its beautiful characters and the wonderful world contained inside of it belongs to its rightful owner. The song is Two Rivers by Avril Lavigne.
Chapter One: The Bearer of Bad News
I thought my heart would stop beating and that the world would stop turning. My whole body was shaking now as I stood there, trying to process the news in my head. It was only a mere few seconds ago that three men, one of them being the principle of the middle school, had interrupted my class. Our teacher, Mizune-sensei had quietly excused herself to see what he wanted. I didn't think nothing of it at the time for I was too busy being happy.
Smiling and happily chatting with my friends but in the next minute, Sensei popped her head back in. Her tone unusually gentle and sad at the same time as she called out to me. Looking over in curiosity, I got up and this time the class had stopped its chattering; I suddenly found myself in a world of silence as I stepped out into the eerily quiet hall. My long green-tinted brown hair fell over my shoulder as I casted a nervous glance back at my best friend, Kisa Sohma. Kisa-chan was only a year older then but due to I guess some psychological issues or family issues, she was held back.
I could see her gentle golden brown eyes looking out the window. It's strange how much Kisa-chan has opened up compared to a few months ago when everyone was picking on her about her strange hair color.
"Ano…Mizune-sensei? What is it?" I asked, nervously glancing between her, the principle, and a black haired male dressed in casual attire. My teacher and principle exchanged nervous looks but it was the black haired man that spoke the news to me. "Hello, Hotaru-chan. I'm Shigure Sohma," He began in a polite tone.
Shigure-san smiled at me as his hand reached out to ruffle my hair a bit, "I'm…a friend of your aunt Mayuka's and an acquaintance of your mother's as well." He said. I just blinked, staring at him. I recognized Shigure from Mayu-neechan's book store two months ago but why was he here?
For some reason I couldn't help but have an uneasy feeling about where this conversation was going. "You do remember me, don't you?" Shigure asked, and I nodded silently. "Ano, Shigure-san, if you don't mind…I really want to get back to class." I said politely, trying my best to hide the fear in my voice. I could only imagine that something bad happened to my mother, or to Mayuka.
"Well, yes, that's the thing…you see, it's about your mother…" Shigure's handsome features went into thought as he pretended to search his head for her name. "Kana." I added. The novelist smiled faintly and gave a nod, "Yes, Kana. Well, something bad has happened to her…I don't know how to put it but Kana-san is very close to death and the doctors are afraid that they can't do anything more for her."
This news shocked me. Tears began to swell up in my eyes but I pushed them back as I tried to regain my voice. Mama's near death? But how…? Many thoughts were screaming in my head, tugging at my soul. I wanted to see mama personally before anyone declares her dead. Swallowing the nervous lump in my throat, I turned my light green-yellow eyes to the man, "Sohma-san, can you take me to her? To mama I mean?"
An unusually kind and sympathetic look passed onto my acquaintance's face and he nodded. "Of course, Hotaru-chan. Just go get your belongings, and we'll be on our way." He said. I nodded before returning to the class.
Grains of sand slip through your hands
Never ceasing time
Fold your hands in silent prayer
Eternal peace you'll find
-chan - honorific used at the end of a young girl or a young child's name. It's a term of affection one has for someone or something.
-san - Honorific used at the end of one's name in politeness. It's also an equivalent to saying Mr or Miss.
Sensei - Teacher, instructor.
Neechan - Full form is Oneechan. Big sister.
Kisa is in this class because I'm thinking that because she had skipped school so much that she was held back but then again, I did say this fic was a bit Au-ish in its own right.
Silver: I know this might seem a bit short but I just want to draw people in before adding anymore. As you read this, I am writing another chapter out in my head and on this laptop. Leave a review on your way out please. Criticisms are accepted but no flames please. Ja ne. |
global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45521 | Chapter 1
Visit from Death
He stared in wonder and fear though he didn't show it to the strange visitor who stood before him in the throne room of the Dark Castle Auguste. The strange visitor was paler than anything he had ever seen yet he could tell that he wasn't a vampire, his hair was so much whiter than snow it couldn't be seen against his skin and his eyes were as black as the hooded cloak he wore, which was darker than night.
"Are you the Duke Dumas? The one who defeated Ratatosk?" the stranger asked "I am." The vampire replied "I'm Akira, though you would probably know me better as Death, the Grim Reaper." His guest said "You came to take my life then?" Dumas asked. Akira shook his head "You think wrong at hearing the name I give. The way I work is the one who is to die sees me while in the midst of a crisis and is killed or is dying of natural reason." He explained.
The Duke stood from his seat and went to the being "Then why have you come?" he asked in a demanding tone "I was sent by the Creator itself to relay an order to you." Akira replied "The Creator? Who is he?" Dumas asked "Actually, the Creator is neither male nor female. But you may use any reference you see fit." The other replied "I want to know what business brought you here to my castle." The Duke demanded "Good thing you do, because I want to leave. I'll be honest, this place is beyond gloomy." Akira said.
A sudden outburst of laughter caught the attention of both occupants and they looked to see a light purple winged cat wearing a white pilot's suit, a light blue scarf and sunglasses on its head. Dumas cleared his throat loud enough for the cat to hear and it suddenly quieted down "Forgive me my Lord." It said "I should think so, Perrault." He replied "I don't think you trained her enough." Akira said with a smile and Dumas looked back at him annoyed "Can you just tell me what I'm supposed to be doing please?" he asked.
The Grim reaper sighed "Fine, sorry." He said and took his hood off his head revealing that his hair fell to his shoulders in layers "The order I have for you from the Creator is-" Dumas stopped him "Could you not call it an order please? I don't really take orders from anyone anymore, incase you haven't noticed." He said "Wrong, you take them from me, Fate and the Creator. But, if you're that uncomfortable with it being said like that I'll just say it's a mandatory mission." Akira offered "Deal." The Duke agreed.
"Okay than. Duke Dumas, your mandatory mission with which you are bestowed with in the name of the governing forces of the Universe is to go to a Dimension that was prior to this one. Beyond the city of Acuna there will be a Dimensional Gate that will take you there, it opens at midnight tonight and will only remain open for five minutes before you go through. Once you step through, you'll only have a half hour to get to your destination and get back." Akira said "Or what? And you didn't tell me what I'm supposed to be doing." Dumas said.
"What will happen if you don't finish within the allotted time is you'll remain there for eternity. What you must do is go to a dead city called Istrakan and find Dark Castle, there is a stupid woman there who calls herself the Queen of Darkness and she has two children with her. One is currently dying because it was imbedded with a serious amount of Dark Matter, you need to go there and bring the child back before it dies and you're stuck there. Understood?" Akira said "Yes. But what happens to me if I don't?" Dumas asked.
Akira reached behind his neck "I had a feeling you'd ask that question. So," he pulled a strange pendent from around his neck and a light emitted from it and the pendent became a scythe "I had this with me. What will happen, Duke Dumas if you refuse is that you will pay for the child's life with yours. Now do you accept or not?" Akira said. Dumas looked at the scythe, his gaze set on the blade and he saw the images of many instead of his own reflection "It's frightening, isn't it?" he heard Death say.
Akira himself looked into the blade "You see the images of the many souls I have harvested over many years. I think one you should be more familiar with is this one." He passed his hand over the steel and Dumas stumbled backwards catching himself before he fell. In the arched blade he saw a man with black hair and gray eyes "Yes, I've collected the very soul of the Guild leader Trinity. He was a friend of yours wasn't he?" Akira said "He- he wasn't supposed to die! Why?" the Duke asked "He made a noble deal with me." Akira answered.
Dumas took the neck of Akira's coat and glared into his black eyes "You bastard! That wasn't meant to happen! Give him his life back!" he demanded. Hearing this made the Reaper smile "I will, if you follow through with the mission. Do so and Trinity will rise again, but I can't say when. Just let me run it by a couple of friends of mine, but you must do what you are told." He said. Dumas glared at him for a few moments then released him "Fine, I'll do it." He sighed.
Akira changed his scythe back into a pendent and reattached it around his neck "Very good, I'll tell the Creator. Remember the conditions Dumas, or it'll cost you greatly." Akira said and disappeared into the darkness. Perrault floated to Dumas' side "My Lord, are you certain you should go through with this?" she asked "I am. I… owe Trinity greatly now that I know he's dead." The Duke Replied "It's almost midnight, should we be going?" she asked "Yes, come Perrault." Dumas said and left the castle. |
global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45523 | Full summary: Zuko leaves the Fire Nation to teach the Avatar firebending, but Aang refuses. Rejected by the Gaang and pursued by Azula, Zuko ifs faced with his past choices, haunted by his memories, and considered a traitor to the Fire Nation, Zuko must change his life and himself in order to find his true destiny.
Chapter 1: Prologue
"I don't know…"
Aang stared fixedly at the ground, one foot drawing patterns in the loose dirt. His gaze flickered nervously toward Katara's face. The look lasted less than a second, but Zuko didn't miss it. He himself glanced at the waterbender. Her face was hard as a rock, her blue eyes colder than steel. She was the main obstacle. The rest of the group looked as if they might accept Zuko's offer, but the girl was firm and unflinching.
"Katara," the airbender's voice was almost pleading as he attempted to reason with the watertribe girl. "I need a firebending teacher, and Zuko's the only one we know who's even offered to help!"
"No!" Katara yelled. "Do you remember anything he's done? He's a monster, Aang!"
Zuko clenched his teeth and his fists and forced himself not to react to that description of himself.
"He burned down the Kyoshi Village, he attacked you, he attacked the rest of us, he threatened my tribe, and attacked the Northern Water Tribe, he joined Azula in Ba Sing Se, and he…he…he's done lots of other stuff too!"
"But Katara-"
"I SAID NO!" She was screaming now, her voice rising several octaves.
"Twinkletoes is right, Sweetness."
It was the blind earthbender talking now. Zuko tried to cover his surprise. He had burned her and she was still willing to stand up for him? Apparently Katara had the same thought.
"Why are you defending him? He burned you, remember? Ugh, what do you know? You weren't there all those times he tried to capture Aang! You have no way of understanding what he put us through!" Katara threw her hands into the air. "All of you people are such idiots! If we let him join he'll murder us all in our sleep!"
"But where am I going to learn firebending?" Aang begged.
"I don't know!" Katara waved her arms over her head as if that would frighten Zuko off. "Find Jeong Jeong! Or just don't learn firebending! You can probably defeat the Fire Lord without it if you master the other three! Just get that two-faced traitor out of here!"
At the word "two-faced" Zuko instinctively reached toward his scar. Suddenly aware of what he was doing, he forced his hand back to his side.
Aang looked up at Zuko, regret showing in his gray eyes.
"I'm sorry Zuko," he said, his voice apologetic, "But I need to keep peace within my group. If Katara is angry and unhappy we'll all fall apart. Maybe after Katara has calmed down a little…"
"NO!" The watertribe girl shrieked.
Zuko didn't even remember turning to walk away. But as he made his way back toward his camp he felt as if he could hear the girl's words chasing him away. He knew without a doubt that she would never allow him there. He would never belong with them. He was alone.
"Now you've done it, Sweetness!"
He heard the earthbender's voice faintly in the distance.
"Great job, Twinkletoes! That was possibly the biggest mistake you've ever made!"
Zuko sighed. He felt like leaving the Fire Nation was the biggest mistake he had ever made.
General Iroh, the Dragon of the West, stared fixedly at the map spread open before him. One hand loosely gripped a teacup, the other rested on the map, his forefinger tapping thoughtfully just outside Ba Sing Se.
On the day of the eclipse, King Bumi had singlehandedly succeeded in taking back Omashu. The Order of the White Lotus had quickly moved their headquarters there. The Fire Nation had made a few attempts at retaking the city, but all had failed. Iroh smiled slightly. Ozai did have a habit of underestimating his enemy. Of course, his enemy was a group of old people who had formed a secret society, but at Omashu they had proved they were stronger than they appeared.
Apparently the Day of Black Sun had not gone so well for the Avatar and his companions. A few days ago, Iroh had received a messenger hawk from a spy in the Fire Nation Palace. The Avatar had invaded the Fire Nation. Iroh had marveled at the Avatar's careful planning in the invasion. They had calculated everything, up to the length of the eclipse and the time when it would be the most useful to them. And those submarines were pure genius.
Unfortunately, Ozai had been prepared. He had evacuated from the palace, leaving the Avatar to face only an empty throne room. When they tried to find the Fire Lord in his secret bunker, they found Azula instead. She had kept them well occupied until the end of the eclipse. Then, forced to retreat, most of the invasion force had been captured. Only the Avatar and a small group of children with him had escaped.
Iroh was forced to admit that his niece was indeed very cunning and powerful. She was a strong strategist and warrior, and a very dangerous enemy. However, Iroh was convinced that her inner strength was no match for Zuko's. Azula may have been cold-blooded, precise, and calculating, but Zuko had a fierce will and determination that rivaled even the dragons of old.
The retired general sighed. He missed his nephew. Even though at the time he had felt it was the only way to react, he couldn't help but regret his treatment of him while Iroh was in jail. Zuko had begged for help and guidance, and Iroh had ignored him. While he was sure that Zuko needed to find his own way, and would eventually take the right path, Iroh was beginning to doubt if that would be soon enough. As of yet, he had received no word on his nephew. There where rumors that Prince Zuko once again left the Fire Nation, this time to join the Avatar (some said he had even attacked the Fire Lord first), but the spy had not yet confirmed these.
Iroh sipped his tea idly, the flavor of Jasmine filling his mouth. He very much hoped the rumors were true. If his nephew was with the Avatar he had truly made the right decision. Iroh was quite sure that if he hadn't already, Zuko soon would. His nephew was strong. Iroh had faith in him.
"Why won't she just give me a chance?" Zuko yelled. "I know I messed up! But can't she just let me try to make it up? The others were willing!"
He sat down and buried his face in his hands. He probably lost any hope he had when he burned the blind girl's feet. But even if he had not done that, he doubted the girl would have reacted any different.
During the journey to the Western Air Temple, Zuko had told himself that he wasn't expecting to be allowed to join the group. But really, he realized, he had thought he was going to be accepted. The Avatar needed a teacher, and he had offered. He knew he shouldn't have been surprised at the outright hostility the girl had shown him, but he was. He had placed all his hope in the Avatar, and the Avatar had failed him.
Zuko groaned. It was the story of his life, really. Before, his hope had been to capture the Avatar, and regain his father's love. The Avatar had been his way home. Now, he realized he had never had his father's love, and there was no way to gain it. Fire Lord Ozai saw people in terms of useful or expendable. To him, Zuko was worthless, and always had been.
Once again, Zuko had relied on the Avatar. He had hoped to join him, and help defeat his father. He would not have all that he had longed for, but at least he would have returned to his nation, and he would have a chance to repair what his family had ruined. He could have ended the war, and turned the Fire Nation into a place of peace.
But the Avatar had refused. Still a child, the airbender was afraid to stand against Katara. He had accepted her opinion, refusing to choose his own path. Surprisingly, the Avatar was a lot like he, Zuko, had been. Zuko had willingly taken the destiny his father had placed on him, instead of looking to find his true one.
Zuko considered his new position. He had turned against his father, openly defying him, to join the Avatar. The Avatar had sent him away. Even in banishment, Zuko had more hope. There was always a chance that he could capture the Avatar and return to the Fire Nation. That option was gone. The Fire Nation was no longer Zuko's home.
He had no home.
So, this was just the prologue. The next chapter will be longer and have more angst. In case you haven't figured it out, this is about what would have happened if the Gaang had refused to let Zuko join. Please review! |
global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45524 | Author's Note:
Written April 10th, 2011 in 1 hour with 1033 words
Edited Version: 1137 words.
Everyone had their own armour, what they use to avoid being hurt. Everyone's is different, in some way or manner, maintained to keep them safe and unable to be breeched. Unfortunately, there comes a time when someone manages to get through and past the barrier, no matter how well maintained it may be... and once that happens, well, there just isn't any point in even having it there any more, is there? Raven sighed, lowering her form lightly onto her mattress. With her bare legs unfolding from their tightly knit posture to stretch out at odd angles on the bed, she flopped back, knowing what her emotions, what she herself, was telling her was true. There just wasn't any point in continuing the charade any more... But, she wasn't really sure if her friends would be able to cope with her being... Normal.
On the other side of that coin, though, was the simple fact that, if they didn't want her to be normal, then they should have simply left her as she was. Not poked and prodded at her until her control was so good that she was master of herself. Her emotions were her own, to be freely used, abused or denied as she saw fit, at little to no threat to humanity, or any other aliens and animals populating the planet Earth (or beyond).
Scrunching her nose up, Raven slipped softly from her bed and stood up, sliding her pointer fingers under the edges of her leotard and tugging the material out further, away from where it had been creeping towards her butt, and sniffed loudly, followed by a yawn as she opened her sliding door and slipped out, leaving her clock flung over a statue where it had landed before she began meditation. The ever lovely Rude liked to have her input at times.
The hallway was quiet, but that was generally to be expected. It was a Sunday evening, and while crime could and did happen at any time without (or with minimal) notice, the weekends were usually fairly placid. Flicking her hair out of her face, Raven paused as the common room door hissed open and she walked calmly through, heading towards the kitchen area. She didn't look towards Beast Boy - or Changeling as he was now known - as she came through, but she did notice him. She also noticed him noting her over the top of the red apple he held halfway to his mouth. A slight smirk pulled about her lips, but she feared not of it being seen, as her back was to him.
Settling before the stove top, Raven brought her kettle forward, and old fashioned piece that whistled shrilly when the water had heated. It was her favourite, and she preferred its use to the more conventional electric kettle which just didn't have the flair of a whistler. Lifting the lid a little, she peeped under and confirmed that the kettle was, indeed, empty. Picking it up, she turned and stepped lightly to the sink, where she filled it. Turning back, she squeaked in surprise, then irritably ground out, "Garfield!"
The scolded changeling smirked lightly at the young woman he'd so successfully crept up on, one eyebrow rising slightly above his emerald eyes. "Yes?" He purred, almost literally, and Raven faltered for a moment, then huffed.
"Excuse me!" Side stepping around the young man and his half eaten apple, she used her powers to turn on the gas, and clicked the flame, lighting it up in a whoosh of flames circling about, teasing at the bottom of the of the now full kettle. Turning around, mouth open to speak, Raven blinked to find her green team mate was gone. Head pulling back a little on her neck in surprise, her eyes narrowed slightly and she flung out her senses, not wishing to be startled once more. She located him by the tv, resting lightly on the couch and nibbling absently once more on his apple. Raven blinked again, shook her head, and set about gathering her cup, spoon, tea and with a quick, almost guilty glance at Changling, she stole the honey out of the fridge.
Smiling softly to herself, the young woman rested a hip against the bench as she waited patiently for the kettle to whistle, picking absently at her fingernails as she did so. When it finally did whistle, she turned the gas off and picked up the kettle, poured some hot water into her cup and mixed her tea. Picking up the honey, she drizzled it in slowly, watching the oozing line with amusement as she swirled it above her cup, creating patterns before it vanished into the depths.
"Of all the things they taught you, they never taught you not to play with your... tea?" An amused voice murmured right in her ear, warm breath washing over her, and she squealed. She would also have dropped the squeezy bottle of honey into her tea if Garfield hadn't grabbed her hand lightly, curling her fingers back around it and laughing softly. "I know your secret."
Letting go of her, he stepped back, and moved away, leaving the girl to turn slowly and watch him in confusion. Gently setting the honey bottle down on the bench, she picked up her cup and followed after him. The green one had settled on once more onto the couch, crispy red apple once more held against his lips, which were hiding a small smile. She frowned.
"You know my secret?" Her voice was skeptical. "Honey in my tea isn't much of a secret. You know Cyborg buys it just for me." She sounded both amused and proud; she loved her honey and it was one of her guilty little pleasures to dose just about anything in it.
"I wasn't talking about the honey, Rae,"
She paused, confused, her cup of tea raised about level with her chin and a frown decorating her features. "I ... What do you mean?"
Garfield actually looked slightly pained, as he looked up. His forehead was furrowed into a frown, but his eyes sparkled with amusement. "Sweetheart, when you figure it out, you'll know."
Raven's eyes narrowed as he stood up, twirling his apple core between his fingers (when had he actually finished that?) and stopped beside her. He planted a light kiss on her cheek, then continued out of the room, tossing the core into the bin on his way past. Raven, her jaw a little slack, turned to watch him, then swiftly rose her tea cup to her lips, and gulped the sweetened liquid down, trying to calm her rapid heart beat and flurry of emotions.
She touched her fingertips lightly to her cheek, and a smile slowly brightened her expression. Two guilty pleasures in one evening. |
global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45526 | Bits of old, half-minute videotape was all he had remaining of his old, long forgotten life. He turned the camera on, pressed play, and laid back in his dingy, cheap motel bed. His emerald eyes were alight with tears from having to see all of those happy memories. At least they could be together again for now. Pickles felt himself about to sob as he watched the screen of the camera. It was a kid no older than twenty-one, with caramel-colored, long hair and eyes as pale as the mist; the kid looked over to the video camera, ignoring the steady madness of the carnival that was taking place behind him. "Looks, Pickle," he exclaimed, grinning broadly into the camera. "looks what I wons!"
There was a slight pause before a voice, one with a distinctly Wisconsin flair to it, replied, shaking the video camera unintentionally, "Great jab; can we go home now? I hate the fair."
"But Pickle, we—" the screen was overtaken by static and the voice of Toki became distorted and repeated, "But Pickle, we ams having fun? Don't you like fun?"
The drummer's voice replied to the guitarist, "Nat this kinda fun…" and there was more static on the screen and then the camera picked up filming at another location, at another time completely. Now the whole band was gathered in a circle backstage at a concert, making an impassable barrier between their musical genius and the rest of the world.
Now Pickles wasn't holding the camera, it was Toki. He shakily pointed it at Skwisgaar and prodded, "Ams you nervous?" The Swede put some of his long, blond hair behind his ears and sneered down at his Norwegian companion.
"Nos way, now turns that stupid camera offs before I—"
"Whats about you, Pickle?" Toki inquired as the camera brought the drummer into view. "Ams you nervous? There ams a lot of people back there."
The redhead shrugged nonchalantly and drank some from the bottle he was holding. "Nah, nat one bit."
"Nathans ams you—"
"Toki, put the damn camera away!" the singer growled, reaching out to get it. Toki backed away and the screen was over taken by static for another moment before becoming clear again. Now Murderface was in view for a moment.
He glared at Toki and lisped in his usual manner, "I didn't wanna get him the shtupid camera, but you guysh had to get it for him anyway, and now he won't shtop!"
"What about you, dude?" Pickles cut in, taking the camera from Toki and aiming it at the Norwegian.
He was half drunk, so the picture was unsteady and dizzying as the guitarist bit his lower lip and announced bravely, "Nopes, I ams not nervous."
"Nat even a little bit?"
He shook his head and insisted, "Nots even a littles."
The scene disappeared in waves of new, fresh static appeared. In a moment the camera was shut off and thrown onto the floor of a dingy room. Pickles let his eyes close and slowly he covered his face with his hands. The hotel he was staying in was a more than run-down, it was a complete wreck. The camera was now laying amongst numerous cheap beer cans and empty bags that had once been occupied by a hit or two of crack. Ever since Dethklok had broken up the drummer had disappeared into the shadiest depths of L.A., and, not quite knowing what else to do or how to pick up the remaining pieces of his ruined life, he had lost himself in a world of cheap alcohol and crack. Now all he had left to remember that old life by was snippets and 30-second clips from the band's old home movies. Pickles glared down at the video camera and spat ruefully, "Fuckin' bullshit…why ain't I dead yet?"
He often spent his time contemplating his now meaningless and disgusting existence. He was something below the realm of a 'regular jack-off'; he was pathetic, desperately stumbling thru each day as though it was the only time he had left to spend on this Earth. Sometimes he prayed for death, especially when he was getting his cheap thrills from the drugs he spent his money on. It was the only pleasure he had left, the only thing worth any small value in the world. Pickles laid on his the moth-eaten, ratty sheets of his hotel bed thinking of this now. He wondered in some deep, dark part of his brain—or what was left of his brain after so many forty-eight-hour crack binges—what had become of the rest of the band. He was quite sure that they'd all returned to their parent's home after breaking apart. The only reason that the drummer himself hadn't gone seeking refuge at his parent's house was because he had decided long ago that he'd rather be dead than begging them for anything, especially a place to live. Pickles sighed and opened himself up a can of beer. He took a deep sip from it, grimaced at the strong, burning taste, then placed the can shakily on the little table beside his bed.
The drummer remembered the last few moments he'd spent with the band before they all caught their separate flights and left for…wherever. He'd mostly spent it with Toki, trying to tell him that it was okay. Despite everything, all the fighting that the band had been doing during their last few months, the Norwegian had still seemed sorrowful as he watched Skwisgaar walk away with his many suitcases of luggage and leave. He had tried so hard to put on a brave face, to show everyone that he was still bitter over the many insults that he'd received and the fight's he'd been a part of, but Pickles had been able to easily see thru this. Before he had gotten on his own plane back to L.A., he'd gone up to Toki and pulled him into a quick, cautious hug. Nathan was still with them, after all, and so the policy of brutality was still in effect no matter how idiotic it was.
"S'gonna be okay, dude."
Toki had scoffed, acted indignant to the drummer's attempt to comfort him. "Ja, I knows that."
Pickles awkwardly shrugged, let his green eyes, which were now so full of remorse—sure, the band hadn't been getting along, but they could've worked it out, right?—and sorrow drop to the floor. "Where are you gonna end up when it's all over with?"
The guitarist thought for a moment then said almost bitterly, "Backs with my mom, I guess."
"What're you gonna do for money?"
"Gets a job."
Pickles nodded. "Yeah, cool." What more was there to be said? Nothing, but still he couldn't bring himself to leave, not like this. Without restraint, he pulled Toki into another hug and whispered in his ear, "Be careful."
Toki didn't act strong or angry now; he held the drummer close to him and said, his voice breaking horribly, "I really don't wants to go back to that place." The redhead knew that by 'that place' the guitarist meant his old childhood home. Pickles became fearful at the thought of Toki going back there again. The Norwegian had spent so many long, painful days there growing up…the thought of him going back was a truly frightening one.
"S'okay dude," was all he could think to say. "It's gonna be fine."
"I'm still reallys pissed off abouts everything—Nathans, Skwisgaar...why do we haves to breaks up? I know that everyone ams mad, but that doesn't mean that we can't works it out like we did befores, does it?"
Pickles didn't respond to this. Instead he gently patted Toki's shoulder, ended the hug, then turned away. "G'bye, dude. It's been great." And he walked away. He had a flight to catch, and if he was late then that would mean he'd miss it and be stuck here for another night, trying to bring more false comfort to poor Toki.
Now Pickles laid there on his bed drinking and trying not to cry. Honestly, what was this life that he lived now? It was a pitiful trick to distract him from his real, horrible existence—all of the cheap drugs, the booze, the endless hours he spent glued to that video camera watching little scraps of static videotape. The all amounted to nothing. That's it, there was no point. Gradually the drummer got up out of bed and went to look out of the dusty window of the hotel. His money had run out months ago and he wouldn't be able to afford another night in the cock-roach ridden place. His funds were exhausted and so was he. Pickles ran his fingers along the cool glass, closed his eyes. He could do it, couldn't he? He was on the sixth floor, just above a busy street…the people, the stupid people who once idolized him, who were once his fans, would scream out as his body hit the pavement with a loud and sick crack. As he imagined the brutality of the scene, he couldn't help but to smile a little.
Toki had probably killed himself already, slit his wrists, overwhelmed by the memories of his painful and forgotten childhood…Skwisgaar was most likely dying slowly, working a stupid, dead-end job like any other regular jack-off…Murderface was a joke. He was better off dead…Nathan. Nathan was a complicated case; he was tough, brutal, harsh and unyielding in his hatred and remorse for the world. That alone probably meant that society and the pressure of living a regular life might not have driven him to self-destruction…yet. It would, though. Pickles supposed that he'd just be someone that they all thought back to—the drunk redhead, the one who transferred all of the anger and bitterness he'd experienced thru his life onto a simple, harmless drum kit. He was pathetic.
Pickles opened up the window, let the cool air of night caress his face. He gripped the windowsill so tightly that his knuckles turned white; his whole body became ridged as he proceeded to climb up on the sill. The drummer teetered on the edge, embracing the steady feeling of death and utter hopelessness that was slowly filling his heart. Just let go….just let go, just fall…die. DIE. End it before it ends you. What was 'it' exactly, Pickles didn't know, but he did know that he needed to put an end to 'it'—to everything. Just as he shut his eyes and prepared for his six-story free fall, the phone rang. Pickles cursed and tried to do it again, but he just couldn't. Now he was distracted and annoyed; so the world didn't even respect him enough to let him commit a peaceful suicide? That seemed about right.
Angrily, he jumped off the windowsill and stumbled over to the telephone. He picked it up and spat, "Yeah, whadda want, dildo?"
"Is this Pickles?" the voice was deep, familiar. It sounded unsure and hesitant, almost as if it were afraid to find the person it was seeking to talk with.
The drummer rolled his eyes, took another sip of beer, and said, "Yeah, so what? Who is 'dis and whadda want? I'm busy."
"Can't you spare fucking five seconds, you idiot?"
Suddenly Pickles' mind flashed back to the last time that he and Nathan had spoken. The singer and glared at him, said venomously, 'Can't you spare five fucking seconds to say goodbye, you idiot?' Now the drummer sighed and rubbed his tired, burning eyes. "Hey, Nathan. Sorry. What's up?"
"It's Ofdensen…you remember Ofdensen, right?"
"Yeah, dildo. I ain't that stupid."
Nathan said under his breath, "Don't be too sure…"
Pickles threw his half-empty beer can onto the carpet, unable to contain his temper anymore. "Look, if all you did was call to insult me, then—"
"I wouldn't have wasted my time. Do you know how hard it was tracking down this hotel number?"
"Then why the hell did you call?"
The voice on the other end of the line faltered but finally said, "Ofdensen…something happened…"
Pickles felt his heart turn to ice. He swallowed, tried to keep from sounding too scared as he asked into the phone, "What about him? He's okay, right? I mean, nothin' happened to him or—"
"He's dead."
The drummer let out a little surprised gasp and began shaking his head. A thousand thoughts—mostly memories of how Charles Ofdensen had put his neck out on the line for him and the rest of the band—filled his brain as he sputtered, "I don't…what? How—I mean, he was just…he called me last week, asked how I was, if I was okay and if he could do somethin' for me…"
Nathan's deep, harsh voice said, "I know. He called me last month and we talked. He was a good guy, really cared about us, I guess…" his voice trailed off as he thought aloud, "I wonder if he called Toki and Skwisgaar? Wouldn't it cost a lot to call them in Norway and Sweden?"
Pickles was still in shock. He let himself fall onto his bed. "I…I don't get 'dis at all…how did he die?"
"It was an accident—he had a little too much of that expensive brandy crap he always used to drink and—"
"But why are you callin' me?" was the drummer's next question. "If you hate me so much, why didn't you just let me watch the damn news and find out?"
"Because I…" Nathan took a moment to pull his thoughts together before sighing tirelessly and saying, "You know he still managed to own the Mordhaus, don't you? He still was able to keep it even after we broke up."
"Okay, so?"
"He left a will."
"So what the hell does 'dis have to do with me?" Pickles decided that he needed another drink, so he got up and opened another beer.
"We're all in it—you, me, Murderface, Skwisgaar, Tok—"
"What the fuck are you talkin' about?" he howled in frustration. Why couldn't anything be simple? Why did it seem as though the more time he spent on this shitty Earth, the more his life became complicated. Suicide was complicated, getting high was complicated, and now…
"He said he wanted all of us to have a part of it—of the house—but he didn't say which parts."
Something in the drummer's mind seemed to click. He began shaking; he wanted to vomit and hang up, but something inside of him restrained him from doing this. "So you're all gettin' back together again?"
"Yeah, and we'd really appreciate it if you were there with us to sort all of this bullshit out." Nathan said. His voice was full of that old, dull anger and hatred for the man that he was talking to as he added, "Ofdensen would've wanted that—for all of us to be together again, don't you think?"
"Boys, let's just please consider everything that we're putting in jeopardy by-" Ofdensen began, but he was drowned out by the yelling of Dethklok. Skwisgaar and Toki were yelling, as were Murderface, Nathan, and Pickles.
"You never lets me have anything, you fuckins prick!" Skwisgaar howled. Toki rolled his eyes and scoffed loudly at this.
"Are you kidding me? I've given you everythings, you ungrateful bitch! I've given up most of my careers just to makes sure your huge ego ams satisfied! I'm sicks of it! I want credit for all the songs I writes myself-"
"You don't writes none!"
"You knows I've thrown in lines heres and there, but you just takes them and steals them from me, just like everythings else!"
"You do not write songs, you fucking retard!" Nathan argued, slamming his fists down on the table. "When will you get it thru your thick, useless head that we really don't need you at all?"
"Don't you fuckin' dare yell at him, you asshole!" Pickles broke in, rushing to Toki's side. "The kid's right, he's thrown ideas at us, but all we ever do is make him feel like crap. I'm sick of 'dis bullshit—you're nat the only one in the world who has talent, Nat'n! All you ever do is come up with stupid, bullshit lyrics and scream 'dem into a mic to make money!"
"Boys, please, let's all just-"
"It'sh more than you do," Murderface blurted, pushing the drummer roughly away from Toki. "You're fulla shtupid ideash—you're drunk half the time we need to play, and on top of it all you shtick up for him?" he motioned to the Norwegian and cried, "That'sh a load of crap! Everyone shticksh up for him, becaushe he'sh like a damn kid, he'sh innocent, he'sh-"
"Shut your fuckin' mouth!" Pickles demanded, his hands balling into fists. "Don't talk about Toki! He's-"
"A total, useless idiots who gets free ride just 'cause he ammnest goods with the ladies!" Skwisgaar cut him off. "They swoon over hims for no reason! It ammnest pathetics! 'He ams adorables', they says. Fucks that shit!"
"Will you all please sit down?" Ofdensen pleaded. All of his screams for order were met with even more yelling; Nathan tried to strangle Murderface, and Skwisgaar attempted to smack Toki. The Norwegian flinched back, but he needn't have done this, because in a moment Pickles was in front of him hitting the Swede in the ribs.
"I said don't touch him, nobody even think ab-" Nathan had delivered a firm punch to the drummer's stomach. Within a few seconds the whole room had descended into chaos, and before anyone knew what was happening—before even Ofdensen could react to the situation—Toki was on the ground with a bloody nose and a mouthful of blood. In the end nobody would be able to recall if they'd been the one to almost knock the rhythm guitarist out, only that it had been done as Toki turned and tried to stop the fighting.
This finally seemed to signal the end of the punching, kicking, and name-calling. Everyone was brought back to reality, and they all grew gravely silent. Pickles quietly tried to help the Norwegian up, and Ofdensen did the same. Toki just rose up on his own, wiped the blood off on his shirt, then declared, his pale eyes teary and full of hurt, "Is quit."
Skwisgaar nodded and looked down at his boots; he said in a nearly inaudible voice, "Ja, mes too."
"I wanna quit." Murderface chimed in.
"And so do I." Nathan said. They all looked deliberately away from each other, awaiting the next words to be said. Pickles, on the other hand, stared from one man to the other—from Murderface to Nathan, from Nathan to Skwisgaar, and from Skwisgaar to Toki. The rhythm guitarist was trembling, sniffling and trying hard not to allow himself to cry. Pickles felt a firm lump forming in his throat, and for an instant he felt something he hadn't felt in years—the urge to sob.
"I...uh..." he cleared his throat, tried to dismiss his sorrow, but found himself unable to. "I guess 'dat I'm done too, then."
Ofdensen somehow knew that this had been coming for a while, because he seemed oddly nonchalant about the whole situation. Instead of doing what he had done before—trying to urge them to stick together, to apologize—he just nodded coolly and straightened his tie. "Of course you're all done; I expected as much. I'll make the arrangements." he proceeded to walk out of the room, but the voice of Toki stopped him.
"W-Whats you mean 'arrangements-es'?"
"For you to go home; you can't all live here if there's no Dethklok." strangelyenough, Ofdensen's the normally robotic and monotone voice broke then, and he glanced over his shoulder back at the band, fighting back tears. "I'd hoped that you could all be mature and-" he cut himself off and made a swift exit before anyone could read further into his dismay.
Once everything was over, they all walked shamefully out of the room, knowing deep down inside of them that this was the best thing for everyone—or at least they hoped it was.
**A/N**'s been a while since I last put up a story. Sorry, but life finally caught up with me, and summer's over. My senior year of high school has started, and so I'm trying to keep my head above water in these last few long, excruciating months of academic learning. After that? I don't really know, but I'll still try to keep putting stuff up. Hope you liked this first chapter. Trust me, it will be better, and a little happier. Anyways, I've been chewing over this story for months, so I've finally decided to post it. Hope it's a good are appreciated. |
global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45527 | A/N: Last chapter.
I promised acknowledgements didn't I?
Thank you to:
Love it
Lilystar And Awesome Kitteh
Lilith Parks
Letcia Wilhelm
Yes, there could be a sequel, I'll let you know. If anyone has ideas for the sequel, send them in.
Chapter 18 Noemi
I had a baby girl. We decided to name her Noemi. As I held her in my arms, I thought about how beautiful she was. There was no one but us in the hospital room. Everyone else had gone for coffee. I wanted to stay like that for ever. I didn't want to let go of Noemi. "Jesse?" He was sat on an armchair next to my hospital bed. It was a private room; Jesse wouldn't have anything else. He was quiet. I think he was thinking about something, maybe this was his way of jumping up and down with excitement. He just watched us with a smile on his face.
"Yes, Querida," he replied, coming back down to earth.
"How are we going to cope when she grows up?" I couldn't bear to think of Noemi going out and doing all the teenagery stuff, or even falling over in the park, for that matter.
"We won't worry about that now. We have many years before that happens."
"If she's like me, we'll have problems." I saw my first ghost at two. I have been brought home by the police far too many times and I have broken pretty much every bone in my body.
"If she's like any normal child, we'll have problems."
"She's not though, is she? She's a shifter, a very powerful one too." I'll never be able to forget the story in the cave. How she might be when she comes into her powers. Her life will never be normal. I can't even shield her form that world. Now I half understand how Jesse feels when I shift or when there's a particularly troublesome ghost. Did I just say troublesome?
"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. You should get some rest; I'll go take her to the nursery."
I reluctantly handed her over. Once I was alone, Paul came into the room. He looked tired and I could've sworn he was wearing pyjamas. He came and sat in the chair that Jesse had just gotten out of. I didn't expect to see him and I had no idea who would've called him. If Jake saw him, I had a feeling it wouldn't go down too well. I can't believe he came. I know I don't hate him anymore, and that, actually, were kind of like good friends, but I still never thought he'd be here.
"Sorry I'm late, Suze. Was it a girl?"
"Yes. Her name is Noemi Isabella De Silva. I'm worried about her, Paul. She's too young to help ghosts or travel. What if she dies at a young age because of that?"
"Suze, I know you and I know that you will find a way around this, even if it means that both of you take Shifter lessons." I had to smile at that.
"Will you be the godfather, Paul?"
"I'd love to, but I don't think Jesse would be too pleased."
"It's something he's going to have to live with." He smiled.
"Does this mean I get to beat up any boys she brings home?"
"No, Jesse does that. You can be the awesome uncle who's too irresponsible to be allowed to teach her about Shifting." He face turned serious again.
"I promise I will not put your daughter in danger, Suze. I want to be the uncle that spoils her and that sometimes encourages her to be a rebel, but I don't want to be the man that gets her killed."
"I know, Paul."
"I've changed, Suze, and I think it's because of you. I care about you and your new-born child – not so much the over-protective boyfriend- but I don't want to see you hurt."
"Jesse is not over-protective, he just doesn't trust you and he isn't capable of hurting me. I used to think that you would. Hurt me, I mean, but now I don't feel that way. You're a good man, Paul."
"Then why not choose me? Why not be with me instead of Jesse? I'm rich, you, me, Noemi, we can run away together. I didn't mean run away -we aren't two teenagers fighting for a forbidden love. I can give you everything you ever wanted. I've tried so hard not to ask you this, Suze. I was fighting my own feelings so that you could have Jesse. I thought he was the better man, that he was better for you. Now I know that you think more of me, that you like me and trust me. We can be more than good friends, Suze. I can be Noemi's father and you'd be a great mom. I'm not the man I used to be and I'm never going back. In fact, I hate myself for doing that to you. I will do anything you want, Suze, anything."
"Don't say anything yet Suze. I want you to think about it." He gets out of the chair and walks to the door. Just before he walks out, he turns to me and says, "I love you." And closes the door. How am I going to sleep?!
The next day I awoke feeling refreshed, with Jesse sitting by my side. Then I remembered Paul's offer. I knew I couldn't possibly consider going with Paul. I love Jesse, he loves me and he's the one who's been here all night, sitting by my side. I just wish the magic hadn't made his offer so tempting.
"Good morning, Querida," he said in a low voice, lowering to kiss me. I was too distracted to kiss him back properly. Paul had really made me think. The magic is playing on my weaknesses. Paul seems to me what Jesse isn't, but in a good way. I can't guarantee that these feelings will fade. I love him with fake feelings. Though they don't feel very fake. I want him, but I have to stay with Jesse. Leaving him would tear us both apart. And Noemi; I want her to know her real father. I choose Jesse. I have to choose Jesse. The more I tell myself that I don't love Paul, that these feelings are fake, the less I believe it. This must have shown on my face because Jesse looked at me, concerned.
"Are you alright, Querida?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Have you seen Paul?"
"Paul? He was here?! I can't believe he actually had the nerve!"
"I need to call him."
"Hasn't he messed us up enough?" Jesse ran his hands through his hair.
"He asked me a question and I have to answer it."
"Are you choosing him over me?"
"At this very moment, yes. But I'm not going to leave you."
"Don't tell me he made you an offer!"
"He might have done."
"He's not going to be able to move an inch when I'm done with him, let alone leave with my fiancée."
"He was never going to leave with me. I'm turning him down. I don't want him. I want to live with you and Noemi as a happy family. There's no need for this."
The door opened and Paul stood there with flowers for me and a balloon for Noemi. He also had a giant teddy bear under his right arm. I wasn't sure who that was for.
"Speak of the devil," Jesse spat.
"You do know I've actually met the Devil," Paul replied calmly.
"What? Even he didn't want you?"
It was almost as if they'd switched roles. Jesse was jealous and irrational and Paul was being perfectly calm. Showing himself to be the better man. I was powerless watching this whole exchange.
"No. I had to do a job for him and he said that he would give me something in return," Paul said, with an air of nonchalance that didn't match his words.
"You made a deal with the devil?!"
"Yes. But that's not really important now," he turned to me and said with a wink, "I'll explain later."
"Where you're going, there won't be a later."
"Jesse, stop it! Stop! Enough with the death threats!" I yelled, unable to handle this any longer.
"She's right. It took me a while to figure it out, but that was the exact reason she always went running to you."
"Now the tables have turned and she's running to you," Jesse whispered. He slowly sat down on the bed, by my feet. Tears ran down his cheeks.
"Is it true, Suze? Are you really leaving him?" Paul asked in genuine disbelief. But before I could answer, Jesse started talking.
"I couldn't believe my luck when I found you, or rather you found me, after 150 years as a ghost. Then you brought me back to life. And you loved me and stayed with me, even when I was a ghost. Then you have my beautiful daughter. Our relationship was good, there were bumps in the road, but they brought us closer. And now you leave me for the guy you kept telling me you don't have feelings for." I can't believe this! I haven't even been able to say that I'm not leaving him yet!
"I hope you're all happy together," he said, as he walked out the room.
"Suze, I never dreamed you'd ever leave Jesse. Especially not for me. It was cruel of me to make that offer. I've actually come back to revoke it. I thought about it after I left yesterday, and I think we're better off without each other. And Noemi needs her Dad. I think it's best if I leave. For good. You'll never see me again-"
"First of all, I was never going to leave Jesse," he tried to interrupt me, but I stop him by holding up my hand, "and second of all, you don't need to disappear, Paul. I'm not going to forget you and I don't think these feelings are going to go away with you."
"They're not. We're old souls, Suze. Every time we reincarnate, our souls get closer and closer to being together, but each time, we manage to resist each other. There was a reason for that. We were too afraid of the power created when we get together. It's all in the other story, which you don't need to worry about right now. It's inevitable, Suze, maybe not in this life, or the next, but it will happen. You just need to concentrate on you daughter and her power."
I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. Finally, Paul was telling me the truth. The whole truth. Our purpose in life and he was resisting so that I could be with Jesse. I think it is our destinies to not be together every time. I didn't share this with Paul, after his whole "inevitable" speech. I let him believe that he can have me eventually.
Paul left and Jake came in, giving him a death glare that could petrify. Jake stopped looking at him like that when he noticed how upset he looked.
"That's right; don't look at me like that. She chose him."
"Is that true, Suze. Jesse-"
"Didn't listen," I finished, "he made his mind up, that I was leaving him because nothing good ever happens to Mr-Oh-So-Unfortunate. Not even the whole, meeting me, falling in love, coming back to life, getting laid, having a baby with the woman of his dreams…" I said, a little mad at him for not listening to the most important thing I'd ever have to say to him in his life.
"What was that about him coming back to life?" Jake asked.
"Nothing. Figure of speech," I said quickly.
"You are a terrible liar," he smiled at me.
"You have a terrible poker face. That douche is still here isn't he? Listening to every word." I called him a douche affectionately.
Jake stepped aside, like a curtain, to reveal Jesse standing there, grinning. His hair was a mess, his eyes were red and he looked like he'd slept in his clothes. If this were a movie, he would probably look a lot better than that, but it didn't matter. I probably looked absolutely awful, but that didn't matter either. At the end of the day, we were going home. Together.
A/N: a bit soppy towards the end, but what can I say? I love a happy ending. Do you think There should be an epilogue to tie up loose ends? I mean, for starters, there's the wedding, and Suze's dad is still around, and that baby was born prematurely, and the end of that story in Egypt, and Paul's story about his Deal With The Devil, and the baby's powers… This could all be put into a sequel, but this ending kinda works.
Love ya, |
global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45528 | Just a quick one-shot to better reflect the ItaSasuSaku inside of me. I love the idea of a love triangle between these three, and for now, this is my outlet. It is a smut fic, so if you don't mind that, then by all means, read, and review. I would love to hear from you.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
Uchiha Brothers
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She'd whispered the words to him, and he wasn't paying attention, so Sasuke Uchiha didn't realise what his girlfriend had just suggested.
"So you're all for it?"
Should he admit he wasn't listening? How bad could what she just suggested really be? He thought about that. Last week, she'd challenged him to a game of catch and kiss, which in her book was more about running through the Uchiha mansion naked after lathering herself up with massage oil so that every time he did manage to grab her, she could easily escape him.
And then there was that time she'd suggested they have sex in his parents' bedroom… It had taken him a few shots and sweet words from his beloved for him to agree to that. But they'd done it against the wall, not in the bed. There was NO way he'd have relented to that.
So, what was she suggesting now?
He decided to look politely puzzled, and she just scoffed at him. He loved the way she pouted, how her hands went to her hips and she licked her sultry lips and bared her canines before growling and shaking her head in disbelief. She did this every time. But Sakura Haruno was the only woman he'd ever slept with. They'd been dating since they were thirteen and only waited a year before having sex. He didn't want anyone else, he didn't need anyone else.
She was so beautiful to him, so sexy, and so very kinky. She knew how to liven up his bedroom. But for budda's sake, what the hell was she suggesting now?
"You weren't listening, were you?" She asked. "You never do."
It was then that he remembered that every time he realised she was about to suggest something he really didn't want to do, his mind tuned out in an attempt to avoid it. But even though a part of him really had heard her, he couldn't remember what she'd said. He sighed, not answering her. But he knew from the look on her face that she had taken his silence as confirmation.
They were currently in his bedroom, with him on the edge of his bed, and Sakura sitting on the chair that was normally in front of his desk. It was where he always did his school homework, and what no-one else knew, was just how many times he'd made his girlfriend come onto it. At least he was a neat freak and it hadn't had time to stain.
She sighed, stood up, walked over to him, and climbed onto his lap. Sakura gripped his hair, pulling his head back as she stared down into those gorgeous eyes. She lowered her lips to his ear and whispered her suggestion to him again.
Sasuke jerked slightly, stunned. Of all the things she could've wanted to do…
"You want to have sex with my aniki?"
"Yeah sure, why the hell not?" She smirked at his confusion. "He just got dumped a couple of days ago and he isn't dealing, Sasuke."
"How is him fucking my girlfriend going to help him?"
Sakura frowned at him. "You know why that slag dumped him, right?"
He shrugged.
She groaned. "Because she's a slag, Sasuke!"
He chuckled, despite himself. She just shook her head at him.
"She cheated on him Sasuke, and he caught her in the middle of it too. It was with another girl."
Sasuke raised his eyebrows, suddenly interested.
She slapped his arm. "Typical. Come on Sasuke, what do you say?"
"Well, my kinky girl, it doesn't matter what I say, nor whether or not you want him that way. He wouldn't agree to it anyway."
"So if I can convince him, you don't mind?"
"Of course I do. I don't want any other man touching you, no matter who he is."
Sakura growled, and pushed him onto his back. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you."
He smirked. "You know what you want to do."
"Mm, maybe," she said cheekily.
She pulled away, stepping off the bed. He was confused for only a second, before she started to undress. She did it painfully slow and instead of ridding himself of his own clothes, Sasuke just watched. Her fingers ran over her body sensually as she parted her shirt, letting the material fall soundlessly to the floor before moving onto her skirt. Her bra came next – it was the strapless kind. She slipped her knickers off and kicked them away, raising her eyebrows in mock frustration at the fact that she was the only one naked.
Sasuke grinned, stood up, and pulled her into a deep kiss. He wasn't the impetuous kind, so he'd been surprised to find himself to be an impulsive lover. Over the years, his love of fucking this pink haired goddess hadn't waned. She was even crazier than him.
Sakura started to undo his pants and broke the kiss as he pulled his polo shirt up and over his head. His rippled torso made her hesitate for a moment as she admired the lean, toned pectoral muscles. He was perfect; not too many muscles, but with no flab either. Like Adonis. She had been thinking lately, that Itachi would look just as good under those designer clothes and this was the main reason she'd suggested having sex with him.
She was no cheater.
Sakura resumed undressing her boyfriend, and once he was standing naked in front of her, she knelt down, her hands going straight to the half-stock. He was turned on so easily by her. She massaged his sac, moving her mouth over the bulbous tip and the moment his hand went to the back of her head, she swallowed him.
He thrust into her mouth as she bobbed her head over his dick, almost gagging. And before he could come into her mouth, she pulled away. This was his cue; knowing her well enough to realise what she wanted, he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Sasuke placed her on the edge of his bed so that her arse was hanging over the edge. She kept her legs around him and he fingered her pussy, his other hand pinching her right breast.
Sakura cried out, bucking under his ministrations. She came onto his hand with a final growl and without giving her time to recover, he buried himself deeply inside of her roughly.
She screamed out his name, lifting her body up as his mouth found her breasts.
He growled out the word with every thrust, pushing harder and faster as she writhed underneath him. With a final, powerful thrust, he released into her, his semen burning her abdomen with abandon.
He tried not to collapse on top of her, as she was still balanced precariously on the edge of the bed. Sasuke slid out of her and she moved backward, wiggling her finger at him.
"I'm not done with you yet," she said, and he smirked, joining her on the bed.
In the next instant, he found himself on his back, with the pinkette hovering over him. Slowly, she lowered herself over him, his cock stretching her walls as she let out a gasp at the sensation. Sakura groaned, now riding the raven haired man with vigour. Her breasts bounced and she mewled appreciatively as Sasuke twisted the nipples, hard.
When his right hand moved to her pussy, pushing down on the nub of her clitoris, she fell forward. Sakura rested her hands on the sheets, on either side of the Uchiha's head, keeping the rhythm of their thrusts going as she moaned his name. It was shortly after Sasuke's dick twitched, telling her he was close to orgasm that Sakura slowed down before he could reach his peak again.
"S-Sakura," he murmured, grinding her, trying to get her to move.
She whispered in his ear. "It's now or never Sasuke, can we do it?"
"Itachi is home," she said, and sure enough they heard the tell tale sign of the brooding man kicking his own door open. He'd been doing that for awhile now, distraught over that bitch, Shandra.
Sasuke sighed, trying to breathe evenly as he thought it over; it wasn't easy, as his dick was painfully reminding him of the still pussy clenching him and he was sweating profusely. He knew that Itachi found Sakura attractive, his brother having blatantly mentioned it a number of times. Even though he'd known Itachi wouldn't try anything, and was just goading him, Sasuke didn't like the idea of him seeing her naked. But…
He knew Sakura wasn't going to just let this go. At least like this, it wasn't some stranger or one of his friends. He had walked in on Itachi and Shandra once, and didn't feel remotely embarrassed. He growled.
"Fine, but bring him here."
Sakura slid off of him, and he grunted as her tight pussy released him. She giggled. "Don't be jealous Sasuke-kun, it's just a one off."
She grabbed a robe and left the room.
Sakura knocked on Itachi's door, but he ignored her. A faint groaning noise made her think maybe he had another girl after all, and she opened the door slightly. He was facing away from the door, but very much alone. Then she realised what he was doing. He was rubbing himself. She smirked at that – he hadn't heard her knocking.
Sakura cleared her throat loudly, causing him to jump up, startled. He spun around to face the intruder, his hand still on his manhood and she grinned at him.
"Nice," she said, and whistled, walking into the room as he hurriedly redressed himself.
His voice came out slightly hoarse. "What do you want, Sakura?"
"I have a proposition for you," she said. "Sasuke and I were just having sex, and would like you to join us."
She didn't bother with beating around the bush, it was what he liked about her. For so long, all Itachi could think about was the pink haired girl who had grown up before his very eyes. He used to see her just as the squirt who was in love with his otouto, eventually started having sex with him, and would one day be Mrs Uchiha. But she'd blossomed so much so that Itachi had started having sex dreams about her. He'd kept it to himself, but Shandra had overheard him in his sleep and instead of questioning him about it, had promptly decided to cheat on him.
"Well?" Sakura asked. "Are you coming or not?"
She was brutal with her tactlessness.
But before Itachi could give his answer, he looked past Sakura to see his otouto standing in his doorway.
"If we're going to do this," Sasuke said, masking his emotion. "I've decided I'm not having him in my room."
Sakura smiled and waved Sasuke over. He was wearing boxers and she quickly rid him of it before turning back to Itachi and started to undo his pants.
Itachi was shocked that Sasuke had agreed to this, considering he knew he wanted her. Or maybe that was why he'd agreed. They both knew this was Sakura's idea, and if Sasuke hadn't relented, she'd have bugged her boyfriend until they chose someone else. They'd never had a threesome before.
"Wait, I haven't even–" Itachi tried to tell her he hadn't actually agreed yet, but Sakura cut him off with a well placed, deep, sensual kiss.
"It's best just to give in," Sasuke said. "She'll make you pay for it later if you don't."
Sakura giggled, but didn't comment, pulling away from Itachi, delighted by the lust in his eyes when he realised that in his contemplation, she'd removed her bathrobe. She was currently standing directly in front of him, naked and smirking cheekily at him. She returned to the buckle on his pants as he pulled his shirt off and shaking his head, Sasuke moved toward them.
Sakura pushed Itachi back onto his bed and climbed on top of him. She took his dick in her hand and started to massage him, getting him ready. Sasuke groaned. He was less bothered by Itachi's presence, and more concerned with what Sakura was about to do.
"Just don't come into my girlfriend aniki," he warned the older Uchiha.
Sakura slapped Sasuke playfully. "I'm on the pill you nark."
The raven haired man groaned again and she giggled, leaning forward and capturing Itachi's lips, pulling him closer to her. The arrival of pre-cum on his tip, made Sakura stop pumping Itachi, and she parted her legs to better straddle him as his fingers found her folds. She was already wet, but he wanted to finger fuck her properly. Breaking the kiss, she hovered over him, aware that Sasuke was climbing up behind her. Once she'd come, Itachi gripped her waist, thrusting into her without abandon.
She moaned and bit her lip before pressing her breasts against his well toned chest. She growled immediately, as Sasuke gave a harder thrust into her ass than necessary and shifted to give him a better angle. His hands clenched her breasts as she kissed his aniki forcefully, their bodies entwining as the boys pounded her relentlessly. She was still slightly exhausted from Sasuke so Sakura didn't last long, and ground out Itachi's penis, trying to draw out the last moments of his erection. She clenched and unclenched around him, milking his muscle for all it was worth as he growled appreciatively.
Sasuke's hands moved to her clit, freeing up her breasts for Itachi as the younger Uchiha pressed the swollen nub. Sakura bucked, gasping at the pain and struggled not to fall over as she was hammered from both ends. Molten heat spilled into her ass as Sasuke came first, and a moment later, she felt a similar heat pooling in her abdomen as Itachi filled her womb.
'Thank Kami I'm on the pill.'
Sakura couldn't move, and had to be lifted up. Drowsy, and with her eyelids so heavy she couldn't even see past the blur in front of her eyes, she didn't notice the look shared between brothers. It was an understanding that both men were utterly turned on by her. It was something akin to a challenge. But Itachi wasn't a scoundrel, and so said nothing as Sasuke swept a sleeping Sakura into his arms and carried her, bridal style, back to his bedroom.
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45529 | Author's Notes: Written for Forum Birthday Challenge #1 on xoxLewrahxox's Bellatrix Lestrange: The Dark Lord's Most Faithful forum.
Write a drabble featuring Lucius Malfoy and a peacock.
Warning: implied bestiality.
104 words.
Lucius sat in the manor gardens, and extended a hand full of birdseed. One of the albino peacocks swooped down from the walls immediately to peck at it.
"You understand me," he murmured, stroking its feathers. "You peacocks… know what it's like to have to keep up appearances even when everything goes wrong." Like when your son is a Death Eater and your wife is in another man's bed.
The peacock tilted its head and considered Lucius, who looked back, an idea forming.
"Come on," he said, lifting it into his arms and going inside, up to his bedroom. "I'd prefer you to Narcissa." |
global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45530 | A/N: If I owned the Hunger Games, I would have written a prequel just filled with random hilarious moments between the characters before they entered the doom/gloom/drama of the actual series! :)
It was a hot and muggy 105 degree day toward the end of June in District 4. Eleven year old Annie Cresta and her friends were enjoying a day splashing around in the sea beneath the large sea cliffs that were a favorite diving spot. Annie had executed a perfect dive complete with a mid-air backflip before slicing the water gracefully. Her friends cheered as she swam over. "Hey, ladies!" Annie and her three friends looked up from the water as a very tan and toned thirteen year old boy sauntered up to the cliff edge. "Is it hot out here, or is it just me?" he asked coyly.
"Whatever, Pretty Finny!" One of Annie's friends called. Nearly all the girls eleven years old or older in the district had a crush on or at least heard of Finnick Odair who was the heartthrob of Lighthouse Jr. High. "What the heck happened to your trunks?"
"You mean - my - Speedo trunks?" Finnick Odair asked swinging his hips. He had indeed tied his shorts in a knot at the waist and then rolled up the legs as far as they would go and still cover certain things in a decent manner.
"Ok, Finnick, let's see if you're as good at diving as you think you are at looking pretty!" Annie challenged.
"Ok!" Finnick said enthusiastically, blushing as his voice cracked. "Don't let this-" He wiggled his hips again. "Get distracting!"
Finnick backed up about fifteen feet from the edge of the cliff. He discarded his sandals and ran toward the cliff before jumping as hard as he could off the edge. While in the air, he did an impressive routine including spinning and doing flips in the air. He sliced the water and then did a few barrel rolls under water. Breaking the surface, he did an impressive back-flip before diving back in the water in a nearly straight line. Being so engrossed in his diving routine, he was oblivious to the giggling and later outright laughing done by his audience.
"How was that, ladies?" Finnick asked smugly surfacing and treading water next to the girls.
"Very very impressive - very - revealing." Annie said in her most playfully seductive voice. She swam closer to him.
"Except one thing." She said wagging her finger at him before winking.
"Do tell." Finnick said smirking.
"You forgot these." Annie said holding up his swim trunks which had came untied and fallen into the water while he was still quite high in the air. Finnick let out a very high-pitched scream and covered certain parts of himself even though they were well protected from view by sea-water. "You still looked good, Pretty Finny!"
She tossed the shorts to him before swimming back to her friends. They clutched a long frond of floating sea-weed as a floating device and howled with laughter watching Finnick struggle back into his swimming trunks. The last few minutes were some that Annie and her friends would always remember in vivid detail, and Finnick would never ever be able to live down. |
global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45532 | This was bad. Very bad.
Kevin paced back and forth. How could this have happened? The doctor told them there would only be one baby. Now there are two? Kevin stopped and looked at the two sleeping babies wrapped in identical blue blankets.
Kevin snorted. Identical. That's what they were. Identical twins. What was he supposed to do? Gwendolyn had been suffering from severe emotional stress and hysterical breakdowns a few weeks prior to the boys' birth. Kevin turned to his sleeping wife lying in her hospital bed. What could he do? She kept crying about what a horrible mother she'd make. How would she handle two babies instead of the one they had prepared for?
Kevin heard the door open behind him and he turned to see Ben. He had a sheepish grin on his face, as if he had done something wrong.
"Sorry I'm late. I just had to see Kai off because she won't be back for God knows how long…" Ben stopped. "Are you alright?"
Kevin motioned Ben over toward him. Ben approached with caution, for he knew something was wrong with his friend. Ben followed Kevin's gaze and saw the two sleeping babies huddled together. Ben laughed and clapped his pal on the back.
"Hey congrats! Though it's a bit unexpected huh?" Ben turned and saw the look on his cousin-in-law's face and slowly retracted his hand from his shoulder.
"Yes, it is unexpected," Kevin said in a grave tone. After a few moments he continued: "What are we going to do?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean-what are we going to do? You've heard her cry about 'what a horrible mother I'll be' and 'what will I do when he's here'. How do you think she'll handle two children instead of the one we were told we'd have?"
Ben pursed his lips and thought for a moment. After a while: "What are we going to do?" Kevin started to pace again and Ben glanced over at his unconscious cousin. "Does she know?"
"I doubt it. She passed out right after they were born."
Ben sighed and watched Kevin pace back and forth across the room. After five minutes he stopped.
"We'll give one of them away."
Kevin turned to Ben. "We'll give a baby away."
"Kevin! How can you say such a thing? They're your sons! And you want to give one away to a stranger?"
"Not a stranger; a friend."
"Oh yeah? Which one?"
Kevin paused in thought. "I know; we'll give one to Esther."
"Esther! Are you crazy? She just left her abusive husband and is having two of her own!"
"She's got her mother to help her. We both know what LouLou's like. With her around we know Esther can make it."
Ben sighed. "She'll be pissed beyond belief when she finds out."
"Who, Esther?"
"No idiot, your wife."
"She doesn't know," snapped Kevin. "She passed out right after they were born. She'll think it was a dream."
He turned to look at the babies who were still sound asleep. But which one? he thought |
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Even with ePub becoming the standard format for eBooks, formatting an eBook can still be tricky. So we have put together a list of tools to help you make your books available in the eBook form.
Here is a list of six tools that can help you format an eBook into ePub and from common formats such as HTML and Word documents:
1. Calibre: This free tool will let you create an eBook for all of the major eReaders, including Kindle, Nook, iPad and Sony eReaders as well as a bunch of others. You can transform news from websites into readable files on eReaders and even make DRM-free eBooks. But note that it does not support Word files.
2. Aspose: Using Aspose.Word plugin, you can convert a Word file into an ePub file. It is a pay service, but you can test drive the application with a free trial.
3. Mobi Pocket: This free tool lets you create an eBook from HTML and Word and image files. Image files –GIF, JPEG, PNG, BMP– get automatically optimized for a PDA viewer.
4. Jutoh: This $39 tool lets you make books for Kindle, iBooks and Nook, among other formats. It can ePub, .mobi, .txt and .odt files through its in app text editor. It works in Windows, Mac and Linux.
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45561 | CRV2 FrameworkSpecIssuesASPNetConfigs
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Securing resources in ASP.NET applications is a combination of configuration settings in the Web.config file but also, its important to remember that the IIS configurations play also a big part on this. It's an integrated approach which provides a total framework of security. The following highlights the most important aspects of ASP.NET configuration settings within the web.config file. For a total overview see chapter ASP.NET security (
Secure Configuration Values
Sensitive Information saved in config files should be encrypted. Encryption keys stored in the machineKey element for example or connectionstrings with username and passwords to login to database.
Lock ASP.NET Configuration settings
Configure directories using Location Settings
Through the <location> element you can establish settings for specific folders and files. The Path attribute is used to specify the file or subdirectory. This is done in the Web.config file example:
<location path="." >
<section1 .../>
<section2 ... />
<location path="Default Web Site" >
<section1 … />
<section2 … />
<location path="Default Web Site/MyApplication/Admin/xyz.html" >
<section1 ... />
<section2 ... />
Configure exceptions for Error Code handling
Showing and handling the correct error code when a user sends a bad request or invalid parameters is an important configuration subject. Logging these errors are also an excellent help when analyzing potential attacks to the application.
It is possible to configure these errors in the code or in the Web.Config file
The HttpException method Describes an exception that occurred during the processing of HTTP requests.For example:
if (string.IsNullOrEmpty(Request["id"]))
throw new HttpException(400, "Bad request");
or in the Web.config file:
<customErrors mode="On" defaultRedirect="ErrorPage.html"
<error statusCode="400" redirect="BadRequest.html" />
<error statusCode="404" redirect="FileNotFound.html" />
Input validation
Anything coming from external sources can be consider as input in a web application. Not only the user inserting data through a web form, but also data retrieved from a web service or database, also headers sent from the browsers fall under this concept. A way of defining when input is safe can be done through outlining a trust boundary.
Defining what is known as trust boundary can help us to visualize all possible untrusted inputs. One of those are user input.ASP.NET has different types of validations depending on the level of control to be applied. By default, web pages code is validated against malicious users. The following is a list types of validations used (MSDN, 2013):
Type of validation Control to use Description
Required entry RequiredFieldValidator Ensures that the user does not skip an entry.
Comparison to a value CompareValidator Compares a user's entry against a constant value, against the value of another control (using a comparison operator such as less than, equal, or greater than), or for a specific data type.
Pattern matching RegularExpressionValidator Checks that the entry matches a pattern defined by a regular expression. This type of validation enables you to check for predictable sequences of characters, such as those in e-mail addresses, telephone numbers, postal codes, and so on.
User-defined CustomValidator Checks the user's entry using validation logic that you write yourself. This type of validation enables you to check for values derived at run time.
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45563 | Reviewing Code for Race Conditions
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OWASP Code Review Guide Table of Contents
Race conditions: Race Conditions occur when a piece of code does not work as it is supposed to (like many security issues). They are the result of an unexpected ordering of events which can result in the finite state machine of the code to transition to a undefined state and also give rise to contention of more than one thread of execution over the same resource. Multiple threads of execution acting or manipulating the same area in memory or persisted data which gives rise to integrity issues.
How they work:
With competing tasks manipulating the same resource we can easly get a race condition as the resource is not in step-lock or utilises a token based multi-use system such as semaphores.
Say we have two processes (Thread 1, T1) and (Thread 2, T2). The code in question adds 10 to an integer X. The initial valus of X is 5.
X = X + 10
So with no controls surrounding this code in a multithreaded environment we get the following problem:
T1 places X into a register in thread 1
T2 places X into a register in thread 2
T1 adds 10 to the value in T1's register resutling in 15
T2 adds 10 to the value in T2's register resulting in 15
T1 saves the register value (15) into X.
T1 saves the register value (15) into X.
The value shoild actually be 25 as each Thread added 10 to the initial value of 5. But the actual value is 15 due to T2 not letting T1 save into X before it takes a value of X for its addition.
How to locate the potentially vulnerable code
Look for code which used multithreaded environments:
Keywords such as:
Vulnerable Patterns for Race Conditions
Static methods (One per class, not one per object) are an issue perticularly if there is a shared state among multiple threads. For example in Apache struts static members should not be used to store information relating to a particular request. The same instance of a class can be used by multiple threads and the value of the static member can not be guarenteed.
Instances of classes do not need to be thread safe as one is made per operation/request. Static states must be thread safe.
1. References to static variables, these much be thread locked.
2. Releasing a lock in places other then finally{} may cause issues
3. Static methods that alter static state
Good Patterns & procedures to prevent Race Conditions
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I have an external hard drive connected using USB3 to my macbook pro retina and I am running time machine for the first time. It is going very slow and estimate says "3 days". I don't understand why its taking so long because my hard drive is 335 GB and I would expect a backup to take a few hours tops maybe.
Can anyone explain if this is normal or if i am doing something wrong?
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Do you use Spotlight? – duci9y Nov 24 '12 at 13:31
What do you mean "do you use"? I have never turned on anything specific from what was initially installed – leora Nov 24 '12 at 13:52
The first TM always takes a long time. It might help to turn off Spotlight on the external drive. – patrix Nov 24 '12 at 13:56
How can i turn off Spotlight on the external drive? – leora Nov 24 '12 at 14:02
The first backup takes a long time and the estimate is very unreliable until a significant amount of the work has been done, i.e. do not trust the "3 days". Just let it finish. – Thorbjørn Ravn Andersen Nov 24 '12 at 15:49
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This is not normal if every backup takes that long and/or it never finishes.
You should let the backup end if at all possible. Each time you interrupt a backup - you add even more time to check the slow work that was made and then pick up where it left off. If you interrupt a back up too many times, it could take a week to get over a problem spot.
You could:
• Let it run and see if the next time is quick.
• Interrupt it and delete the partial backup
• Clear the backups and start with a clean slate if you don't need the backups or don't care to troubleshoot a temporary issue.
If you want to troubleshoot, you have several options. Apple has a tmdiagnose tool that they use to collect logs and statistics relating to items that can cause problems.
If you can get help from Apple, I would do that and let them provide the training and expertise needed to make sense of the volumes of data that the diagnosis provides.
There are some other things you might try in this article:
Feel free to post back a more specific question if you find the issue doesn't resolve itself or you need more information about how to interpret your results from the article or the diagnosis tool. Also as you commented, it could simply be a bad hardware situation.
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turns out the external harddrive was a lemon. I tried with a new external harddrive and it worked fine.. initial backup finished in 2 hours – leora Nov 25 '12 at 1:11
Dang - I didn't even address potential hardware failure in my answer. Feel free to edit that in or make a new answer. – bmike Nov 25 '12 at 14:19
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It turns out the external harddrive was a lemon. I tried with a new external hard drive and it worked fine.. initial backup finished in 2 hours and time machines seems to be working fine now.
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45622 | x Up W/Chris Hayes
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morning from new york. i'm chris hayes. as part of his trip through asia, president obama is holding a news conference in thailand. he spoke of the crisis in gaza where strikes hit two buildings in gaza city housing media outlets. we'll have more on that later in the show. first, my story of the week. the real scandal of the petraeus affair. all right. here is the background context to the seemingly unending string of revelations about his extramarital affair that i, and i am not going to front have been following with a mix of fascination and shame for the last week and a half. over the last decade, two trends conspired to reduce our privacy. first, there's technology. social media allowed us to share every detail of our lives intentionally and unintensely. the photo tagged on facebook, the wayward strike to reply to all button. you get the picture. we now leave a digital trail traced by anyone who buys access to it. this week, the obama campaign knew what tv shows the targeted voters watched. there's the massive explosion of the surveillance in the wake of 9/11. thanks to the petri
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To what end 3G?
It looks like 3G carriers and equipment makers are finally figuring out what anyone with any sense has known all along: aside from the initial cool factor, who on earth wants to regularly watch streaming video via a phone handset? When it comes to mobile phones, smaller is better, but when it comes to visual applications like video and web browsing the reverse is true. When you combine these two fundamentally conflicting usability requirements with the high power consumption and poor battery life of 3G cell phones, you get products that make bad phones and even worse Internet clients. Even if the power consumption problem is solved (possibly by fuel cells), the industry will still be left facing the simple reality that there's only so much you can or would want to do with a phone, and almost all of it involves listening, not looking.
So it is that a lack of clearly compelling applications which go beyond the initial "wow" factor is one of the biggest problems facing 3G, and according to this Commsdesign article the folks in the 3G business are now publicly owning up to the ugly fact that you can't necessarily build an industry on a handful of cool technology demos.
About the only kind of media I think I'd want to consume via a 3G phone is Internet radio, and we all know that that industry is pretty much dead thanks to the RIAA. The Commsdesign article also acknowledges that DRM issues are a huge obstacle facing the dissemination of compelling content via 3G networks, Internet radio or no.
I think the future of 3G lies in the mobile computing sector. The real endpoint for 3G service is not the Internet-enabled phone but the laptop. When I can get a rockin' laptop that has 3G capabilities integrated into both the hardware and the OS (like 802.11b on my TiBook) then I'll shell out the fat cash for 3G service... that is, if there's anything worthwhile left on the 'net to listen to or look at.
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45653 | Which episodes are on which DVD?
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I watch most of my TeeVee on Netflix. Is there a site somewhere which indicate which episodes are on which DVD in the series?
I'd like to know, for example, which DVD in a series contains episodes 7-9. I realize it's possible to guess, but sometimes they change the number of episodes on a disc and throw you off.
Incidentally, I realize this is a banal and fussy question, and that it makes me the online equivalent of one of the bloated future humans in Wall-e.
posted by mecran01 to Media & Arts (8 answers total) 2 users marked this as a favorite
Try epguides.com.
They list over 3900 television shows with detailed episode information.
posted by NoraCharles at 1:32 PM on July 15, 2008
Dig around in NetFlix -- once you get to the series page you can click to see what is on each disc.
Also seconding epguides.com
posted by omnidrew at 1:39 PM on July 15, 2008
Ok, so I go to Netflix and click on season six.
I still can't figure out which DVD in the series (1-4) contains, say, episode 88. There are 16 episodes, so presumably there are four episodes per disc, but sometimes bonus materials or other factors lead to slight changes; i.e. disc one could have 1-3, disc two could contain 4-9, etc., causing me to waste a rental when I've watched a streaming episode or two elsewhere.
Am I being totally confusing? Because it won't be the first time, so don't worry about hurting my feelings and saying, "what are you talking about?"
posted by mecran01 at 1:46 PM on July 15, 2008
Click on the link on the left-hand side of the page that says "See Series Details".
posted by phoenixy at 1:56 PM on July 15, 2008
Egads, I searched seemingly the whole of the internets for this information because I didn't see that very subtle link (which I think I assumed was just a redundant link to the same info on the "details" side.) Thanks.
posted by desuetude at 2:07 PM on July 15, 2008
mecran, after you click on the series details link, the info appears in the main area on the right. Yeah, I missed that the first time, too.
posted by desuetude at 2:08 PM on July 15, 2008
Thank you! I'm glad I'm not the only one who missed that link.
posted by mecran01 at 3:40 PM on July 15, 2008
You can also use Wikipedia. Type the name of the series and the word "episodes" to see all episodes broken down in order by season. For example, simpsons episodes. The amount of info listed varies by the show but it's usually very detailed.
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I tried to install ruby on my ubuntu 10.04 server edition
sudo apt-get install ruby
I get the following error
Reading package lists... Done
Building dependency tree
Reading state information... Done
requested an impossible situation or if you are using the unstable
distribution that some required packages have not yet been created
or been moved out of Incoming.
The following information may help to resolve the situation:
The following packages have unmet dependencies:
ruby: Depends: ruby1.8 but it is not going to be installed
E: Broken packages
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I believe your problem is due to obsolete information your package manager has. I.e. it knows that ruby package depends on ruby1.8 package, but when it tries to install the latter, it can't find it in the repositories.
This is because Ruby in Lucid Lyx has been updated to version 1.9.1 since Lucid Lynx was released: http://packages.ubuntu.com/lucid/ruby/
So you need to update the information used by the package manager:
sudo apt-get update
Then you can install ruby:
sudo apt-get install ruby
You'll get version 1.9.1
(also, consider applying security updates and bug fixes using sudo apt-get upgrade - at the moment your system is likely lacking 2 years worth of security updates)
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Thanks for the reply. I tried installing ruby using aptitude instead of apt-get, and it works. I tried what you have said. i tried sudo apt-get upgrade and i see all are update to date. I have also updated by package-manager. I see something intresting. i see an update available for ruby version "". the current version i have is ruby "". and if i upgrade now it works. – Surya Feb 10 '12 at 4:14
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I was unable to find the "Delete account" button in Thunderbird on Ubuntu 12.04. Saw posts saying that I can find it at the bottom left side, but could not find it. Please help me find that button.
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You have to make sure your Thunderbird settings are set to full screen or you wont be able to see the option in the bottom left corner. – user161060 May 23 '13 at 4:02
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Go to EditAccount Settings, select the account, go to the bottom left Account Actions and choose Remove Account:
remove acccount
If your screen is too small you have to maximize the window first.
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Thanks Jakob. Wouldn't have found it otherwise.. – saji89 May 5 '12 at 4:14
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Using a Toshiba Satellite l645d s4025 amd dual core p320 2.1ghz 3gb ddr3 ram 250 gb hdd
Below is the incomplete top report(don't know how to select all to copy) Using an Ubuntu 12.04 amd64 install/live dvd
Recently uninstalled Ubuntu 12.04 due to the fact that the processes(which in most cases there were 4-5 of each process running) were all using close to the same virtual memory listed above. (Possible fork bomb...I was ignorant enough to trust instructions that a later read I shouldn't have(wget http) don't remember the whole string.
I had no issues with performance due to the fact that the processes weren't using much physical ram and were not using any swap. As of now I reformatted the Hdd and have not assigned swap for my Live session.
Is this normal virtual memory usage? Do I need to set disk cache size?(Haven't been able to find much on disk cache) I have read many posts but nearly all are problems with physical memory, swap space(file), or swap partition.
top - 18:46:34 up 1:22, 7 users, load average: 0.69, 0.83, 0.85
Tasks: 161 total, 1 running, 160 sleeping, 0 stopped, 0 zombie
Cpu(s): 15.8%us, 6.6%sy, 0.0%ni, 77.6%id, 0.0%wa, 0.0%hi, 0.0%si, 0.0%st
Mem: 2816560k total, 2263988k used, 552572k free, 269668k buffers
Swap: 0k total, 0k used, 0k free, 1297120k cached
PID USER PR NI VIRT %MEM RES SHR S %CPU TIME+ COMMAND
3544 ubuntu 20 0 1272m 2.9 79m 36m S 1 0:32.63 compiz
3571 ubuntu 20 0 1150m 1.0 27m 17m S 0 0:01.31 nautilus
2265 root 20 0 1018m 0.1 3940 2744 S 0 0:00.13 console-kit-dae
3910 ubuntu 20 0 1015m 0.4 11m 7724 S 0 0:01.12 unity-applicati
3916 ubuntu 20 0 1002m 0.2 6600 5200 S 0 0:00.14 unity-files-dae
3572 ubuntu 20 0 866m 1.0 27m 13m S 0 0:02.56 nm-applet
3374 ubuntu 20 0 834m 1.0 28m 12m S 0 0:02.54 gnome-settings-
3986 ubuntu 20 0 808m 0.6 17m 8588 S 0 0:00.30 unity-scope-vid
3914 ubuntu 20 0 800m 0.3 8532 6400 S 0 0:00.10 unity-music-dae
4128 ubuntu 20 0 742m 3.5 97m 34m S 0 1:57.77 firefox
3778 ubuntu 20 0 702m 0.2 4820 3404 S 0 0:02.09 hud-service
3725 ubuntu 20 0 698m 0.3 7324 5708 S 0 0:00.07 indicator-datet
3952 ubuntu 20 0 654m 0.2 4320 3500 S 0 0:00.04 unity-musicstor
3726 ubuntu 20 0 649m 0.2 6488 4880 S 0 0:00.09 indicator-messa
3728 ubuntu 20 0 631m 0.4 9.9m 7484 S 0 0:00.07 indicator-print
3716 ubuntu 20 0 601m 0.7 20m 11m S 0 0:03.88 unity-panel-ser
3731 ubuntu 20 0 599m 0.2 6900 5380 S 0 0:00.08 indicator-sound
3729 ubuntu 20 0 598m 0.2 6000 4676 S 0 0:00.07 indicator-sessi
4356 ubuntu 20 0 593m 0.6 17m 11m S 0 0:02.96 gnome-terminal
7 users? Is this correct for a live dvd? I believe I only had 2 users: root and my username when running from my hdd before the format.(I could be wrong)
ubuntu@ubuntu:~$ who
ubuntu tty5 2012-06-04 17:25
ubuntu tty6 2012-06-04 17:25
ubuntu tty2 2012-06-04 17:25
ubuntu tty4 2012-06-04 17:25
ubuntu tty3 2012-06-04 17:25
ubuntu tty1 2012-06-04 17:25
ubuntu pts/0 2012-06-04 17:32 (:0.0)
ubuntu@ubuntu:~$ sudo ufw status
Status: active
To Action From
-- ------ ----
22 DENY Anywhere
631 DENY Anywhere
22 DENY Anywhere (v6)
631 DENY Anywhere (v6)
ubuntu@ubuntu:~$ sudo ufw app list
Available applications:
ubuntu@ubuntu:~$ sudo ufw app info CUPS
Profile: CUPS
Title: Common UNIX Printing System server
Description: CUPS is a printing system with support for IPP, samba, lpd,
and other protocols.
netstat -ap (had to remove too long for the post) shows appx 100 connections mostly stream...and about 7 listening which seems bad to me any help there would be appreciated also.
Only 1 running process(top)? Is it normal for all processes to be sleeping?
I've tried to include as much info as I could(limited on what I am allowed to post), if there is anything else I should check please let me know... I want to reinstall Ubuntu 12.04 any tips would be helpful.
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What you see is a perfectly healthy desktop.
Virtual memory
Virtual memory has nothing to do with real memory (aka RAM). It's an information that is useful for hackers /Linux developers. Basically on most OS, a process does not map its memory directly to physical memory, but to a virtual memory. If you have enough space, its all in your RAM, but in case you need more space the OS can put parts in the swap file, this is transparent (apart for the performance impact) to the application.
How the virtual memory size is computed is a bit complicated, and I even don't know exactly. But it's full of holes, so you should take this figures as maximum amounts "mapped" but this is not what the process is actually using physically.
Number of users
Again nothing to worry about. You have 6 ubuntu users connected to ttys. This are local connection. You can switch to them by using the key combinations: Ctrl+Alt+Fn with n a number from 1 to 7, 7 being your graphical session.
Stream socket are local Unix sockets. Many applications are using those and you should not worry about them. Try the command sudo netstat -tulpen it will give you more interesting results.
And don't worry about "listen" state, it means that you have a service running. The above command will tell you which service is running on which port. As you are using a firewall, as long as the firewall has all ports closed, then a listening service cannot be reached.
Example netstat output:
tcp 0 0 * LISTEN 0 13331 1597/dnsmasq
tcp 0 0 * LISTEN 0 9494 535/sshd
tcp 0 0 * LISTEN 0 9880 899/cupsd
tcp6 0 0 :::22 :::* LISTEN 0 9492 535/sshd
tcp6 0 0 ::1:631 :::* LISTEN 0 9879 899/cupsd
udp 0 0 * 0 13330 1597/dnsmasq
udp 0 0 * 0 10498 1136/dhclient
udp 0 0 * 0 10492 1115/dhclient
udp 0 0 * 106 9645 915/avahi-daemon: r
udp 0 0 * 106 9647 915/avahi-daemon: r
udp6 0 0 :::43066 :::* 106 9648 915/avahi-daemon: r
udp6 0 0 :::5353 :::* 106 9646 915/avahi-daemon: r
Processes state
A process is most of the time idle, it is waiting interactions either from a user, a resource (a file for instance) or another process. If a process would not be sleeping, he will be running and consuming CPU, and if all processes would do so you would not be able to use your system :)
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Thank you fro the quick response and the edit to make my post readable(haven't done html coding before) Thanks for the advice on netstat -tulpen much easier results to read than netstat -ap – Askme Later Jun 5 '12 at 20:09
You're welcome, and for information, it is not HTML coding but a special simplified syntax "wiki-like". When editing, you can use either the small toolbar just above the editing area, or the help link to learn this syntax. – Huygens Jun 6 '12 at 7:59
It's actually more complicated than that, considering that virtual memory is address space that is allocated but not necessarily consumed. Only the latter will show up in 'top' output, whereas 'atop' will show you what's been allocated (and perhaps is even more than your actual RAM due to Linux kernel memory address over-commit). – Magellan Nov 15 '12 at 18:26
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This behavior is normal. 7 "users" is not actually 7 users. It is just 7 console sessions that are not doing anything but sitting at a console ready for commands if you switch using [Ctrl]+[Alt]+N. Also, the "sleeping" is normal, as most processes are inactive, but waiting for user interaction, or work delegated from another process. Most processes are sleeping in almost all Linux systems. Also, there are hidden users and groups that do very little except for delegating rights. Also, I am also seeing many network connections. DO not worry. Listening means that they are either ready for data or ready to send data, only a few actually acting. (The Dropbox client, for example, holds its connection LISTENING for the whole session, but it uses practically no bandwidth.)
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Thank you for the quick response, I will be reinstalling today. I did a gnu shred of my hard disk(shred -vfz -n 10 /dev/sda1) to make sure there was nothing left behind from the possible fork bomb. – Askme Later Jun 5 '12 at 20:06
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I want to experiment with virtualization in Ubuntu 10.04 and have found the following list of hopefully relevant names: Xen, OpenVZ, KVM, Vservers, EC2 and Solaris Zones, although this is just a sample list and the question is not exclusive to these.
From the community's experience, what virtualization solution should I use on Ubuntu to learn with? Factors are ease of setup, ease of use. Stability is also important. Secondary are memory usage and performance issues.
What do I want to virtualize? Well, pretty much anything the chosen software will allow, under the banner of experimentation.
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What problem are you trying to solve? – andol Aug 16 '10 at 8:19
This sounds almost suspiciously like a community wiki question. – Marco Ceppi Aug 16 '10 at 12:19
@ando: Nothing beyond what the question states about experimentation. David provided a great set of options in that context - see accepted answer below. Thanks. – John K Aug 16 '10 at 13:17
Friendliest to whom? – Thorbjørn Ravn Andersen Aug 16 '10 at 15:42
@Thorbjørn: Take the titled with a grain of salt :) Titles an only be so long. Body of question contains all relevant context. – John K Aug 16 '10 at 17:53
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I'd recommend VirtualBox, if you're just getting started. (apt-get install virtualbox-ose) It's intended for running a virtual machine on a desktop (or laptop) computer, so that you can use both the virtual (guest) computer and the real (host) computer together. It gives you a nice GUI that you can use to create virtual machines and alter their settings. You can start and stop the virtual machine, so that if you need extra processing power for some task you're running on the host, the guest doesn't have to get in the way.
The names you gave in your question are more high-level, I think. They're the kinds of things I hear about in connection with virtual private server (VPS) companies, which are web hosting companies that use virtualization to provide several people with servers using one physical computer. They're probably somewhat more complicated to set up and maintain, and typically when you use something like Xen, the host computer isn't intended to do much besides serving as a "base" for the VPS's.
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I agree with David on this - if you're going to be using your host (Desktop) while you plan to use your guest machines (VMs) then you'll most definitely want to use something like VirtualBox. – Marco Ceppi Aug 16 '10 at 12:18
Thanks David, very clear options, well explained. I did install virtualbox. Will enjoy experimenting with the software. – John K Aug 16 '10 at 13:16
I would not recommend the ose version, but rather the one thats still freely downloadable from their website. Sharing USB devices properly to the virtual machine is quite useful and does not work with the OSE version (at least the last time I tried they did not). And by USB devices I'm referring to headset, webcam etc. – red Jul 15 '11 at 13:12
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VirtualBox is probably the most friendly if you only need to run 1 or 2 VMs at a time.
If you need to simultaneously run many different Linux environments (10 or more per host) then OpenVZ is the way to go. It's like chroot but provides completely isolated Linux environments (containers) with the ability to control resources, do check-pointing, and live migration. I'm using it for already more then 2 years for many different sysadmin tasks at work (a 400 user Bioinformatics center at a large university).
OpenVZ has almost no overhead. It's the only one of it's kind (operating system level virtualization). It handles well Linux applications of any proportion from a web reverse-proxy to an I/O intensive backup system processing 30TB a day. Having 30 or more containers per server is normal. Another big advantage is that from the hardware node (equivalent to Dom0 in Xen) you have all the file systems of the Linux containers mounted directly - no NFS required. Also, you can see all the processes of your Linux containers from the head node with the ability to strace, kill, etc...
You can safely delegate containers with ssh access to your friends and let them be root.
You would need to be comfortable with Linux and the command-line. Being able to edit start-up scripts would be helpful (quickly give you a lot of control). For more advanced setups, may need to learn some networking.
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Apart from Virtualbox, KVM along with virt-manager as front end is a pretty good virtualization solution in my experience.
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If you intend to use the host (computer that you install the VM-software on) for any thing other than to be at VM-host then you should keep to VirtualBot and qemu (or vmware if you like burning monies liberties).
I can recommend taking a look at qemu (install), it is a bit hard to setup (afaik no of the gui-tools really works well) since it is a commandline tool. But one of the main features of qemu is that you can emulate other CPU targets that the one your on. I often use it to boot a test-root-image of for my phone (Which in effect is a 500MHz ARM computer running Maemo Linux.)
When qemu runs on a x86-64 it can use KVM for x86-64, when on ia32 it can use KVM on ia32, when on PPC 440 it can use KVM for PPC 440 ect..
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I'm unsure the statement about burning money on vmware because as far as I know the Server is free to download and use for non-commercial purposes. I've been using it freely on the Windows platform for years. However that's not a bad idea that I look into it since I'm already familiar. Thanks. – John K Aug 16 '10 at 13:15
@jdk does this sound better? Still, on a workstation you should properly use vmware workstations, now I don't know about the price (neither monetary or social) of that, I stopped researching at the request of registration. – Source Lab Aug 16 '10 at 13:57
Thanks for the info. qemu looks like an interesting package. I will give it a try at some point. – John K Aug 16 '10 at 22:42
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I have had very good experience with VMWare Player. It does two things well - running virtual images, and automatically integrating itself with the host environment.
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Thanks. Good to know it's Ubuntu friendly too. – John K Aug 16 '10 at 22:41
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I have both VirtualBox and VMware workstation installed on my HP EliteBook 8530. I experience occasional freezes with VirtualBox, but not VMware workstation. I've tried to tell myself that its some obscure bug, but its happened with both 10.04 and 10.10, so I'm not sure that it is... I've tried to collect info, but to no avail.
That said, I'd stick with VMware Workstation if you can float the coin to buy it. If you can't, just be prepared for some odd behavior from VB.
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This is not about not being able to upgrade from 12.10 to 13.04, its about whether upgrading will wipe hard drive or mess up other personal settings.
I've been thinking about upgrading my computer from 12.10 to 13.04 (mostly because of my shutdown issues) but been a little bit skeptical. Does upgrading wipe your hard drive? If it doesn't, does it mess up your personal settings?
If anyone has anything to help me, please do so ASAP. I want to know whether or not I should/have to back up my computer on an external hard drive first.
Thanks in advance.
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It could wipe hard drive data depending on the selected install option (this does NOT mean an in-place upgrade). Or, if the upgrade fails during an in-place upgrade, your data can be lost. – Thomas W. Apr 22 '13 at 5:38
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if you are doing the upgrade via the software manager then no it just upgrades ethe os and does not touch anything else
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Yet, it doesn't hurt to make a backup first, in case something goes wrong. It is anyhow always a good idea to have an up to date backup. – soulsource Apr 22 '13 at 19:32
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No, an in-place upgrade will not wipe anything. Even if the upgrade fails, it's unlikely to destroy any data, although you may have to use a live CD to recover the data in this case. So it is always advisable to take a full backup prior to upgrading.
Some people refer to upgrades as a fresh install that doesn't format the partition - which leaves your /home directory in place. This may remove some pre-existing settings or data if it's stored outside of the /home directory.
If you are upgrading to fix an existing problem, it's advisable to confirm that the problem is in fact fixed, either by checking the bug report or by running a live CD. Otherwise you might upgrade only to find you have the same problem, and maybe some other new problems. With this in mind, it's advisable to review the Release notes prior to upgrading.
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Well, I was looking for edit the txt.cfg file in /cdrom/syslinux/ directory to add my locale configuration and it chooses my keyboard settings automatic. And to bypass the Try Ubuntu screen.
But I forget, I use the usb stick with persistence. When changing the file content I forget to mention this in the append line... No backuped the old content. Now the usb boot shows the Try ubuntu without changes screen, with just one option, and choose language like I've write, but no persistence.
When tryed to change the file content again, I was unable. The system now gaves me an error message, saying the file is read only, even with sudo powers. How to change this again and come back with my persistence?
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"saying the file is read only, even with sudo powers." this probably means you mounted it read-only. If so: remount with write :) – Rinzwind May 3 '13 at 14:47
How to do that if I`ve removed the options in the splash screen? – jards May 3 '13 at 14:49
Thanks, it works. – jards May 3 '13 at 15:15
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Ok, done.
When the Try Lubuntu without changes screen start, choose language and then, before select any option, press F6. A little window with 'boot options' will pop-up. Esc, an then the append line of txt.cfg will be there, and you can edit it. Simple write persistent there. Something like this:
file=/cdrom/preseed/lubuntu.seed boot=casper persistent initrd=/casper/initrd.lz quiet splash noprompt locale=pt --
After that, the system boots with my old persistence, wirelles passwords and everything saved and just like before. So you'll be able to modify the txt.cfg file again. Simple write persistence again and it will be fine.
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These errors happen when I launch minecraft, First error happens when I launch the login menu ( It still boots up ). Second when I actually launch the game.
Landswimmer@linux-99vz:~/Documents/Minecraft/Vanilla> java -jar minecraft.jar
java.io.FileNotFoundException: /home/Landswimmer/.minecraft/lastlogin (No such file or directory)
at java.io.FileInputStream.open(Native Method)
at java.io.FileInputStream.<init>(FileInputStream.java:138)
at net.minecraft.LoginForm.readUsername(LoginForm.java:110)
at net.minecraft.LoginForm.<init>(LoginForm.java:55)
at net.minecraft.LauncherFrame.<init>(LauncherFrame.java:23)
at net.minecraft.LauncherFrame.main(LauncherFrame.java:167)
at net.minecraft.MinecraftLauncher.main(MinecraftLauncher.java:13)
Exception in thread "Thread-4" java.lang.UnsatisfiedLinkError: /home/Landswimmer/.minecraft/bin/natives/liblwjgl.so: /home/Landswimmer/.minecraft/bin/natives/liblwjgl.so: wrong ELF class: ELFCLASS32 (Possible cause: architecture word width mismatch)
at java.lang.ClassLoader$NativeLibrary.load(Native Method)
at java.lang.ClassLoader.loadLibrary1(ClassLoader.java:1939)
at java.lang.ClassLoader.loadLibrary0(ClassLoader.java:1864)
at java.lang.ClassLoader.loadLibrary(ClassLoader.java:1825)
at java.lang.Runtime.load0(Runtime.java:792)
at java.lang.System.load(System.java:1059)
at org.lwjgl.Sys$1.run(Sys.java:69)
at java.security.AccessController.doPrivileged(Native Method)
at org.lwjgl.Sys.doLoadLibrary(Sys.java:65)
at org.lwjgl.Sys.loadLibrary(Sys.java:81)
at org.lwjgl.Sys.<clinit>(Sys.java:98)
at net.minecraft.client.Minecraft.G(SourceFile:1985)
at awe.<init>(SourceFile:20)
at net.minecraft.client.Minecraft.<init>(SourceFile:76)
at avv.<init>(SourceFile:38)
at net.minecraft.client.MinecraftApplet.init(SourceFile:38)
at net.minecraft.Launcher.replace(Launcher.java:136)
at net.minecraft.Launcher$1.run(Launcher.java:79)
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You don't launch the Minecraft file directly, you launch the Minecraft launcher instead. Also mention the version of Minecraft in your answer as there is a new launcher as well. – Meer Borg May 6 '13 at 0:19
What I'm saying is when I launch the game from the launcher, it downloads the files and then black screens and that error happens. I opened it this way to see an error log. – Landswimmer May 6 '13 at 0:45
Checkout this guide askubuntu.com/questions/225432/… – Meer Borg May 6 '13 at 0:56
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Java Oracle isn't the best solution for Minecraft. I'd suggest using OpenJDK instead. You can see how you install OpenJDK for Ubuntu, here
Luis Alvarado's explanation (as Meer Bong suggested in the last comment) is very complicated, and you don't need to install Minecraft via Wine, to make it work.
You simply download the Launcher from Minecraft's website (the file called minecraft.jar) and right click it, and open it via OpenJDK. Then, from the launcher menu, click the options button, and press the button "Force Update". Then it should work perfectly. It worked perfect for me, and I've had no trouble with Minecraft whatsoever.
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Thanks for all the help, but also Why is OpenJDK better for minecraft than oracle? – Landswimmer May 6 '13 at 21:07
I don't really know, I have recently learned that there isn't that big of a difference, but this is based on my experience – Frederik Popp May 7 '13 at 7:53
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I needed to use Oracle's Java for certain things to work with the Sage math program. If you install Java using the instructions here http://www.wikihow.com/Install-Oracle-Java-JDE-on-Ubuntu-Linux or here http://www.wikihow.com/Install-Oracle-Java-JDE-on-Ubuntu-Linux (if you need JDK) then you should be able to type
java -jar Minecraft.jar
You don't have a convenient right click option like with openjdk but it works fine for me like that. I know this is an old thread but this is the first link Google returns as a result and it didn't have the info I needed as I was aware that it works with openjdk but needed/wanted it to work with Oracle Java. Which it does.
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i did these little scripts to switch the hybrid card according to the manual of roberto ramirez described here: http://asusm51ta-with-linux.blogspot.de/ and here https://help.ubuntu.com/community/HybridGraphics the problem is, that i dont have acces to the files without sudo. although i made the changes in the /etc/rc.local. how can i start the scripts without running them with sudo from a terminal, just like intended by clicking on the icons. in other words, how can i get write permission to that file?
my problem is, that when my descrete card is turned off, my laptop doesnt resume after suspend (black screen, with light though). the switch script from the community doesnt work neither, i guess because of missing permissions. any ideas?
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ok, maybe i can make it sound easier: how can i run this command /sys/kernel/debug/vgaswitcheroo/switch without root rights? and how can i get these rights permanently. an entry in the /etc/rc.local didnt work out – zanza Jun 6 '13 at 7:50
i got the answer myself now, i have to add this command sudo chown <your user name> /sys/kernel/debug/ to the rc.local – zanza Jun 10 '13 at 17:13
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I have recently upgraded to Ringtail and for some reason flash isn't working on either Chrome or Chromium. It works in firefox but I prefer Chrome as my browser so switching to firefox when a website containing flash appears is a bit annoying.
According to just about every source, flash it built into Chrome and should just work even on Ubuntu. I tried removing chrome and reinstalling it, but the problem persists.
I've checked about://plugins and flash is enabled. Yet when you visit http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/welcome/
What I see is "No plugin available to display this content".
about://version shows
Google Chrome 28.0.1500.52 (Official Build 207119)
OS Linux
Blink 537.36 (@152651)
JavaScript V8
Flash 11.7.700.203
User Agent Mozilla/5.0 (X11; Linux x86_64) AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko) Chrome/28.0.1500.52 Safari/537.36
Command Line /opt/google/chrome/google-chrome --blacklist-accelerated-compositing --flag-switches-begin --enable-sync-favicons --sync-keystore-encryption --flag-switches-end
Executable Path /opt/google/chrome/google-chrome
How do I get flash working in Chrome or Chromium?
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Have you tried installing the adobe flash plugin? sudo apt-get install adobe-flashplugin. I assume you have if it's working in FireFox but thought I'd check. – Freedom_Ben Jun 28 '13 at 3:37
I've never had any issues with flash playback in Chromium, so the fact that the adobe site doesn't recognize it makes me think it has to do with Adobe's site. – DaimyoKirby Jun 28 '13 at 4:30
Yes the adobe-flashplugin is actually installed. In any case, Chrome is meant to use pepperflash which is there. Also it's showing up as a plugin in chrome and is enabled. But it doesn't work. – Matt H Jun 30 '13 at 20:43
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Answering my own question. Hopefully someone will find this useful.
This is useful if completely removed chrome and/or chromium didn't fix the problem.
i.e. apt-get purge google-chrome
Didn't make your flash player work correctly.
The answer was to remove all the cache files in .tmp directory. I actually found a libpepflash.so file inside there and removing the whole .tmp directory made it work.
What's interesting is that this page shows that it couldn't find a suitable plugin to display the content: http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/welcome/
But this page: http://www.adobe.com/software/flash/about/ Shows: "You have version 11,7,700,203 installed"
Now youtube videos are actually displaying. What I found before is that youtube videos were actually working but had no video (just sound) and I was confused by the shockwave/welcome page which had the "no suitable plugin" message.
So if you are having issues with chrome - delete .tmp from your home directory.
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I would love a program to help tag and automatically sort files... picture something a lot like a Gmail inbox, where new and unsorted files remain in the inbox, and files can be searched, tagged, etc.
I'm actually considering starting a project like this, but on the long shot something like it exists, I figure I might as well save the time. Is there anything like this, either as a Nautilus extension or a standalone program?
I just upgraded to 11.04, and it looks like something is in the works with this... if I right-click a file, the context menu has a "Tags..." option which lets me tag files (this is also available in file properties via a "Tags" tab). A handful of my files appear to be automatically tagged, even. ...or did this happen when I installed Tracker?
The only problem is, I can't find any way to make use of the tags. Is there a way to search them? Using the Unity search bar doesn't appear to do the job (yet).
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I think Tracker & maybe Zeitgeist might be useful here, although I don't think there is a GUI that does exactly what you want... – JanC Apr 22 '11 at 0:57
Tracker looks awesome. Doesn't seem to actually work, though, at least not in 11.04 :( – keithjgrant Apr 22 '11 at 1:24
tracker-tag -s TAG askubuntu.com/questions/40543/how-to-search-for-files-by-tags – type May 15 '11 at 21:33
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Nautilus from gnome-team ppa has an extension for add/removing tags, and I've posted another python-extension for filter file/dirs by tags
How to search for files by tags?
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Try getting Activity Journal. It should have search functions since it integrates with zeitgeist (the tagging / history saving program). Activity Journal on Launchpad Supposedly the version currently in the software center does not work properly in 11.04 at this time, so use the .deb from the link provided here.
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It might be overkill, but at least you might get good ideas by trying an ECM (Enterprise Content Management) solution like the open source Alfresco.
You don't have to use all of Alfresco's features, but it has:
• Tagging
• Categorizing (more rigid than tags, plus hierarchy)
• Versioning
It has a Web UI, but you can use the files with Nautilus via WebDAV.
Warning: The learning curve is pretty steep.
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If the other answers don't work for everyone, perhaps a great search tool can bridge the gap between manual organization and usability?
Recoll on Linux completely rocks. It understands metadata for many file types - audio, video, images, office-docs, html, text, ... lots of types. If the metadata is accurate, it is great, but with the full text indexing, for documents that have clear titles, authors, dates and subject, it still works very well.
I've deployed Alfresco and in a business, the results for Alfresco and Recoll are similar. For a home user, Recoll is so much lighter and easier to use, there is no comparison. Recoll can be used for a website search engine, if you are running the webserver too, though swish-e http://joshr.com/src/docs/IndexingWithSwishe-Rabinowitz.pdf and ht-dig are probably more efficient for that need.
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45666 | Take the 2-minute tour ×
in my current ubuntu 10.10, every time I right click on a link in chrome, the first option in right-click-menu is selected immediately instead of letting my choosing. The same thing happened in my Indigo eclipse.
I'm using ubuntu 10.10 on pc with AMD graphics card
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It seems to be a bug, see here: https://bugs.launchpad.net/ubuntu/+source/xserver-xorg-input-evdev/+bug/365300?comments=all
You can see from the discussion there that this problem doesn't affect certain models of mouses.
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The capabilities of the touchpad on the new ASUS UX31 Zenbook leave much to be desired. The touchpad works like a mouse, but no vertical or horizontal scrolling. I contacted a developer who works for Sentelic. He said:
Unless driver does some non-trivial works based on coordinates output, I'm afraid that it won't have scrolling support at this moment.
Windows driver does scrolling in driver where current Linux driver doesn't have such feature, yet. Additionaly, given that the resource is quite limited at this moment, I'm afraid that there is no firm schedule for scrolling support in Linux driver.
How can we get this driver to do some "non-trivial works based on coordinate output"?
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If you're on Windows and want to check which touchpad you have before installing Ubuntu it's as simple as: Mouse --> Hardware and then you can see "Manufacturer:" – user46522 Feb 15 '12 at 13:11
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Currently these are your only options:
1. Build your own kernel
You can get a well functioning Sentelic touchpad by installing custom drivers into the kernel. This is a challenging task, but is detailed by a fellow Zenbook owner. The author has also made a script to automate this process.
2. Install somebody else's custom kernel
Another option is to use a pre-built custom kernel compiled with this support. Another Zenbook owner has posted a kernel here. (Though at the time of posting it seems the site is down.)
3. Wait patiently
According to the Ubuntu community wiki page for this laptop, support is a work in progress. It's possible that driver support will become part of the standard kernel in some time.
EDIT This last option is now viable. Patches are being merged into the kernel.
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See this thread: http://ubuntuforums.org/showthread.php?t=1865577&page=55
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Welcome to Ask Ubuntu! Whilst this may theoretically answer the question, it would be preferable to include the essential parts of the answer here, and provide the link for reference. – Marco Ceppi Jan 20 '12 at 21:33
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I asked Asus in Australia about whether they can say whether a particular system has the Sentelic or Elantech pad. They stated you can tell from the serial number. So I got a number from the reseller and Asus said it was an Elantech. I bought it and no, it had a Sentelic.
Asus now says you can't tell. So I returned it and got a Samsung series 7. Unfortunately.
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i've installed Linux Kernel 3.2 rc2 today on my ASUS UX31 Zenbook and the Elantech Touchpad i've built in gets detected correctly and works as expected.
it seems that there are two versions of the zenbook, one with Sentelic and one with Elantech touchpad.
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"works as expected" means multitouch and scrolling is working out of the box? – user35031 Nov 23 '11 at 8:49
scrolling and multitouch is working out of the box but unfortunatly pressing the left bottom button and then moving the mouse is not working as expected. so at this moment it's not possible to eg. select text. emulating the middle button for pasting works with tapping with two fingers. – hatsch Dec 2 '11 at 18:16
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45668 | Take the 2-minute tour ×
I am trying to access Ubuntu 11.10 using Remote Desktop from a Win 7 machine. I installed xrdp. I launch the Windows remote desktop client and login in. I then get prompted for the user name and password.
It then logs in, but all I see is the background, no menus, nothing. I have to kill remote desktop by closing it.
Even if I right click , nothing. Any ideas???
The only reason I even went down the RDP road was that VNC would not work either, even after I enabled desktop sharing. I am in a bind as I need to connect to Ubuntu via Windows. In version 8 Ubuntu this was not an issue and it just worked.
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When you say VNC wouldn't work, did it login ok but had the same desktop background-only problem, or could you not get it to connect at all? – Lozzy_uk Dec 30 '11 at 23:01
can you confirm you tried the trick in this answer? askubuntu.com/a/3936/14356 – fossfreedom Dec 30 '11 at 23:22
I re-booted Ubuntu and now the VNC can connect but it is so slow it is not useable. I never had this problem with Ubuntu 8. Is this a bug in 11.10? When I log into Ubuntu with RDP what happens is that the screen re-sizes and you cannot access the menu bar along the top or the toolbar on the left. Also when logged in via rdf you cannot even right click on the desktop. It is weird, you can see the menu on the top show then rdp does something to re-size and it is gone. I have tried several rdp client like terminals, mRemote and MS remote desktop. – nitefrog Dec 31 '11 at 1:03
Yes, I have also tried to log in with a XP system and I get the exact same problem. All I see is a desktop image and no menus at all. I can log in but I ant do anything, no icons, no menus, no nothing. Even the items on my desktop are not there. Now if I use VNC I can see everything but the performance is so bad it is unsealable. – nitefrog Dec 31 '11 at 1:40
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If I understood you correctly, you have Win 7 machine (rdp client) and ubuntu 11.10 (rdp server).
If you have unity 3d enabled in ubuntu, that will cause problems. Use gnome session fallback:
sudo apt-get install gnome-session-fallback
(you have to log out and select "gnome classic no effects")
..or xubuntu (xfce) :
sudo apt-get install xubuntu-desktop
..or lubuntu (lxde):
sudo apt-get install lubuntu-desktop
Also, try using rdesktop from command line. Looks like xrdp and other rdp gui programs don't support rdesktop's full capabilities, so it's best to use the command line directly.
rdesktop -h
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I have tried it with the 2D version also and same issue. How do you use the command line from Win7 into Ubuntu? – nitefrog Dec 31 '11 at 1:05
that's a very good question.. I mixed up my answer with ubuntu-to-windows rdp connection. Sorry. Still, you can do it with cygwin, but the gui rdesktop client in windows works as expected :) Try the gnome-session-fallback, maybe you will have better results – medigeek Jan 2 '12 at 21:15
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You might still have another desktop manager in your .xsession config.
cd /home/youruser
echo "gnome-session --session=ubuntu-2d" > .xsession
sudo /etc/init.d/xrdp restart
I've had a similar issue and this solved it.
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You can add the 2nd line (echo...) in /etc/xrdp/startwm.sh before calling . /etc/X11/Xsession and it will work even if the .xsession file is modified by something else. – laurent Feb 9 '12 at 15:58
This solution worked beautifully for me. Cheers! – Matthew Patrick Cashatt Apr 1 '12 at 10:44
i don't even want to know HOW you figured this out; just put the lines into the config - and it worked; thanks man +1 – Grigorash Vasilij May 29 '12 at 20:14
@laurent Beautiful! Simple brilliant – Yuriy Galanter Jul 12 '12 at 19:12
This solution worked for me. – Sitansu Jun 6 '13 at 6:16
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– nitefrog Dec 31 '11 at 1:05
Try Bitvise Tunnelier. It runs like a champ for terminal, FTP and RDP from Windows.
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I would try using the vnc sharing built into Ubuntu. I think you will find this more reliable and less buggy. This guide will show you how to setup VNC sharing on Ubuntu and explain some port forwarding techinques.
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sudo apt-get install gnome-session-fallback
echo “gnome-session -–session=gnome-fallback” > ~/.xsession
sudo /etc/init.d/xrdp restart
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if you still have the problem,
you can have a look at this post, for me, it's seems well explained
Hope this will be helpfull for other as well
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Welcome to Ask Ubuntu! Whilst this may theoretically answer the question, it would be preferable to include the essential parts of the answer here, and provide the link for reference. – Eric Carvalho May 26 '13 at 15:07
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See here, it's the best solution until now for Ubuntu 13.10. Scroll down see brian mullan's coments. I installed x2go and works like a charm on KDE Ubuntu 13.10 No more xrdp.
Have a nice day all ...
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Please provide a rough summary of what you're linking to, instead of just a link. :) – FEichinger Feb 13 at 22:33
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45676 | California Voter Restoration Act (2008)
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The Voter Restoration Act (07-0078) was intended to reform the way that California legislative district boundaries are created. It was approved for circulation to make the 2008 November ballot in California. The initiative sponsor was Bill Price.
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45726 | Laval, Quebec
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— City —
Ville de Laval
Coat of arms
Motto: "Unité, progrès, grandeur" (French)
"Unity, Progress, Greatness"
City of Laval
Laval, Quebec is located in Quebec
Coordinates (1, place du Souvenir[1]): 45°35′N 73°45′W / 45.583°N 73.75°W / 45.583; -73.75Coordinates: 45°35′N 73°45′W / 45.583°N 73.75°W / 45.583; -73.75[2]
Country Canada
Province Quebec
ConstitutedAugust 6, 1965
• TypeLaval City Council
• MayorBasile Angelopoulos (acting)[3]
• Federal ridingAlfred-Pellan and Laval and Laval—Les Îles and Marc-Aurèle-Fortin
• Prov. ridingChomedey and Fabre and Laval-des-Rapides and Mille-Îles and Sainte-Rose and Vimont
• Total267.20 km2 (103.17 sq mi)
• Land247.09 km2 (95.40 sq mi)
Elevation91 m (299 ft)
Population (2011)[4]
• Total401,553
• Density1,625.1/km2 (4,209/sq mi)
• Change (2006–11)Increase8.9%
• Dwellings159,509
Time zoneEST (UTC−5)
• Summer (DST)EDT (UTC−4)
Postal code(s)H7A to H7Y
Area code(s)450 and 579
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— City —
Ville de Laval
Coat of arms
Motto: "Unité, progrès, grandeur" (French)
"Unity, Progress, Greatness"
City of Laval
Laval, Quebec is located in Quebec
Country Canada
Province Quebec
ConstitutedAugust 6, 1965
• TypeLaval City Council
• MayorBasile Angelopoulos (acting)[3]
• Total267.20 km2 (103.17 sq mi)
• Land247.09 km2 (95.40 sq mi)
Elevation91 m (299 ft)
Population (2011)[4]
• Total401,553
• Density1,625.1/km2 (4,209/sq mi)
• Change (2006–11)Increase8.9%
• Dwellings159,509
Time zoneEST (UTC−5)
• Summer (DST)EDT (UTC−4)
Postal code(s)H7A to H7Y
Area code(s)450 and 579
Laval (French pronunciation: [laval]) is a Canadian city located in southwestern Quebec, north of Montreal. It forms its own administrative region of Quebec. It is the largest suburb of Montreal, the third largest municipality in the province of Quebec, and the thirteenth largest city in Canada with a population of 401,553 in 2011.[4]
Laval is geographically separated from the mainland to the north by the Rivière des Mille Îles, and from the Island of Montreal to the south by the Rivière des Prairies. Laval occupies all of Île Jésus as well as the Îles Laval.
Laval constitutes region 13 of the 17 administrative regions of Quebec as well as a territory equivalent to a regional county municipality (TE) and census division (CD) with geographical code 65. It also constitutes the judicial district of Laval.[5]
The first European Settlers were Jesuits in 1636 when they were granted a seigneury there. Agriculture first appeared in Laval in 1670. In 1675, François de Montmorency-Laval gained control of the seigneury. In 1702 a parish municipality was founded, and dedicated to Saint-François de Sales (not to be confused with the modern-day Saint-François-de-Sales in Saguenay–Lac-Saint-Jean). The first municipalities on the island were created in 1845, after nearly 200 years of a rural nature. The only built-up area on the island, Sainte-Rose, was incorporated as a village in 1850, and remained as the main community for the remainder of the century. With the dawn of the 20th century came urbanization. Laval-des-Rapides became Laval's first city in 1912, followed by L'Abord-à-Plouffe being granted village status three years later. Laval-sur-le-Lac was founded in the same year on its tourist-based economy from Montrealers. Laval began to grow throughout the following years, due to its proximity to Montreal that made it an ideal suburb.
To deal with problems caused by urbanization, amalgamations occurred; L'Abord-à-Plouffe amalgamated with Renaud and Saint-Martin creating the city of Chomedey in 1961. The amalgamation turned out to be so successful for the municipalities involved that the Quebec government decided to amalgamate the whole island into a single city of Laval in 1965. Laval was named after the first owner of Île Jésus, François de Montmorency-Laval, the first Roman Catholic Bishop of Quebec. At the time, Laval had a population of 170,000. Laval became a Regional County Municipality in 1980. Prior to that, it was the County of Laval.[6]
The 14 municipalities, which existed prior to the incorporation of the amalgamated City of Laval on August 6, 1965, were:
The island has developed over time, with most of the urban area in the central region and along the south and west river banks.
Laval is bordered on the south by Montreal across the Rivière des Prairies, on the north by Les Moulins Regional County Municipality and by Thérèse-De Blainville Regional County Municipality and on the west by Deux-Montagnes Regional County Municipality across the Rivière des Mille Îles.
Canada 2006 CensusPopulation % of Total Population
Visible minority group
South Asian3,3350.9%
Latin American6,2851.7%
Southeast Asian5,5301.5%
West Asian1,6750.5%
Other visible minority2850.1%
Mixed visible minority7300.2%
Total visible minority population51,72514.2%
Aboriginal group
First Nations7800.2%
Total Aboriginal population1,4000.4%
Total population364,625100%
Ethnic Origin in Laval (2006)[10]
Ethnic originPopulationPercent
First Nations6,4151.8%
In 2001, the population of Laval was an estimated 343,005, a 3.8 percent increase from the earlier census in 1996. Women constitute 51.44% of the total population. Children under 14 years of age total 18.6%, while those of retirement age (65 years of age and older) number 13.2% resulting in a median age of 38.7 years.[11]
In 2001, 15.48% of Laval's population was born outside of Canada, a lower percentage than the national average, but higher than that for Quebec. Many immigrants have come to the city from the French-speaking Caribbean, the Middle East, North Africa, and Europe. Those of indigenous origin constitute 0.22%, while those who are visible minorities (non-white/European) number 8.68%, and are chiefly Black Canadian, Arab, and Hispanic. Like Quebec as a whole, the city is overwhemingly Christian (90.71%), particularly Roman Catholic (81.09%), while Protestant and Orthodox groups constitute the remainder of the population. Religions such as Islam, Judaism, Buddhism, and others total less than 5% of the population combined.
As of March 2009, Laval was the main destination for immigrants to Canada, according to a study released by the Federation of Canadian Municipalities (FCM). The report says that between 2001 and 2006, the immigrant population grew by 40% in Laval, while the national average stood at 15%.[12]
Laval is not quite as linguistically diverse as neighbouring Montreal. The 2006 census found that, counting both single and multiple responses, French was spoken as a mother tongue by 68.4% of the population, and was spoken most often at home by 73.8% of Laval residents.[13] Counting single responses only, the next most common mother tongues were English (6.9%), Italian (4.4%), Greek and Arabic (3.9% each), Spanish (2.2%) and Armenian (1.8%).[14]
Mother tonguePopulationPercentage
English and French2,3750.65%
French and a non-official language4,0251.10%
English and a non-official language1,6950.46%
English, French and a non-official language6850.19%
Khmer (Cambodian)1,4150.39%
Chinese languages1,3650.37%
Mother tonguePopulationPercentage
Panjabi (Punjabi)7750.21%
Knowledge of official Languages (2006)[14]
LanguagePopulationPct (%)
French only144,08539.51%
English only15,9004.36%
English and French198,98054.57%
Neither English or French pop5,6501.54%
Municipal politics
As of 2012, the position of mayor is vacant in the city of Laval.[15] City councillor Basile Angelopoulos is currently serving as acting mayor, but has declined to be nominated as the city's new mayor.[3]
Past mayors have been:
Flag, seal and motto
On a white-yellow background, the emblem of Laval illustrates the modernism of a city in full expansion. The sign of the city symbolizes the "L" of Laval.
The colours also have a significant meaning :
The "L" of Laval is made of cubes that represent the development of Laval.
The letters of the Laval signature are related one to the other to point out the merger of the 14 municipalities of Jesus island in 1965.
The logo (that is on the flag) has existed since the 1980s and the flag since the 1990s.[16]
Federal and provincial politics
Politically, Laval is a battleground area between the Quebec separatist parties (the Bloc Québécois federally and the Parti Québécois provincially) and the federalist parties (various parties federally and the Quebec Liberal Party provincially). The only exception is Chomedey in the south, which voted overwhelmingly to not separate in the 1995 Quebec referendum. The other parts of Laval were narrowly split.
Laval's diverse economy is centred around the technology, pharmaceutical, industrial and retail sectors. It has many pharmaceutical laboratories but also stone quarries and a persistent agricultural sector. Long seen as a bedroom community, Laval has diversified its economy, especially in the retail sector, developing numerous shopping malls, warehouses and various retail stores. Laval has four different industrial parks.[17]
The first is Industrial Park Centre, in the heart of Laval at the corner of St. Martin West and Industriel Blvd. One of the largest municipal industrial parks in Quebec, the Industrial Park Centre boasts the highest concentration of manufacturing companies in Laval: 1,024 at last count, and 22,378 employees. The park still has 1,300,643 m² of space available.
The second, the Autoroute 25 Industrial Park is at the crossroads of the metropolitan road network. Inaugurated in 2001, this new industrial municipal space has been a tremendous success, boasting an 80% occupancy rate. Laval is studying the possibility of expanding this park in the next few years.
The third, known as Industrial Park East, is in the neighbourhood of Saint-Vincent-de-Paul. This park has reached full capacity with a 100% occupancy rate. Industrial Park East is currently part of a municipal program to revitalize municipal services and public utilities. Laval is working with a private developer on an expansion project for the park that should be announced in the near future.
The fourth industrial park, the Laval Science and High Technology Park is located along Rivière des Prairies and Autoroute 15. It is an internationally renowned science campus that houses the Biotech City and the Information Technology Development Centre (ITDC). The Laval Science and High Technology Park is a beacon of the metropolitan economy, in an environment befitting the best technopolises in the world. Nearly 500,000 square metres (5,380,000 sq ft) of space are available for development. The Biotech City spans the entire territory of the Laval Science and High Technology Park and is a unique concept in Canada in that its residents comprise both universities and companies.
Created in 1995, Laval Technopole is a nonprofit organization that has the objective to promote the economic growth of Laval by attracting and supporting new business and investments located in its 5 territory poles: Biopole, e-Pol, Agropole, industrial pole and Leisure/tourism.
Alimentation Couche-Tard has its headquarters in Laval.[18]
Poles in figures (excluding Leisure and tourism)[19]
AgropoleIndustrial PoleBiopoleE-Pole
1,750 companies624 companiesMore than 80 firms264 businesses
15,800 jobs16,000 jobsOver one billion $ invested since 20014,370 jobs
Main sectors:
• Transformation
• Food production
• Agriculture
• Restaurant industry
• Wholesale and retail
Main sectors:
• Metal products
• Printing
• Machinery
• furnitures
• Clothing
• Rubber
• Plastic
Main sectors:
• Biotechnology
• Pharmaceutical
• Medical Technology
Main sectors:
• Software
• Manufacture
• Service
Laval was the host-city of the "Jeux du Québec" held in summer 1991 and of the Canadian Hockey League's 1994 Memorial Cup.
Sports teams based in Laval
Associés de LavalBaseballLigue de Baseball Élite du QuébecParc Montmorency
Laval KebsBasketballNational Basketball League of CanadaColisée de Laval
Sabercats Rive-NordCanadian footballQuebec Junior Football LeagueParc Cartier
Laval CometsWomen's soccerW-LeagueBois-de-Boulogne Sports Centre
Provincial routes
Public transit
A train arriving at Montmorency station in the Montreal Metro.
Commuter railway
The Agence métropolitaine de transport (AMT) operates two commuter train lines on the island. The Deux-Montagnes and Blainville-Saint-Jerome lines connect Laval to downtown Montreal in as little as 30 minutes. Including De la Concorde, there are currently five train stations.
Montmorency Terminus
The STL's network consists of 35 regular lines, two rush hour lines, two trainbus lines, three express lines, one community circuit and several taxi lines.
A Google Map of the subway system, including the three new Laval stations can be viewed at Montreal-Laval Subway Map Mashup.
Blainville-Saint-Jerome LineDeux-Montagnes LineLine 2 Orange (Montreal Metro)
VimontÎle-BigrasDe la Concorde
De la ConcordeCartier
Laval is home to a variety of vocational/technical centres, colleges and universities, including:
The city has two separate school boards, the Commission scolaire de Laval for French-speaking students and the Sir Wilfrid Laurier School Board for English-speaking students.
The Cosmodome is a major local attraction.
Laval's main attractions are:
Source: Tourisme Laval.[24]
Laval is served by media from Montreal, however it does have some of its own regional media outlets.
Laval has two radio stations on its territory: CJLV 1570 AM "Radio Boomer" (formerly CFAV) and CFGL 105.7 FM "Rythme FM".
Additionally, there are three major newspapers in Laval. The bi-weekly English-language The Laval News, the bi-weekly French-language Le Courrier Laval and the weekly French-language L'Echo de Laval.
One television network operates on Laval's territory, Télévision régionale de Laval, on the VOX network (only available on Videotron cable).
Sister cities
Laval is twinned with two different cities:[25]
It also shares about ten economic and cultural cooperation agreements with cities such as Markham, Ontario;[27] Ribeira Grande, The Azores; Nice, France; Grenoble, France; Mudanjiang, China and Pedro Aguirre Cerda, Chile.
See also
1. ^ a b c Geographic code 65005 in the official Répertoire des municipalités (French)
2. ^ Reference number 34753 of the Commission de toponymie du Québec (French)
3. ^ a b "Laval searches for interim mayor". CBC News, November 13, 2012.
4. ^ a b c "(Code 2465005) Census Profile". 2011 census. Statistics Canada. 2012.
5. ^ Territorial Division Act. Revised Statutes of Quebec D-11.
6. ^ "History and Heritage". Laval portal website. Retrieved November 8, 2006.
7. ^ "Évolution démographique des 10 principales villes du Québec (sur la base de 2006) selon leur limites territoriales actuelles1, Recensements du Canada de 1871 à 2006". Retrieved 2012-01-02.
9. ^ [2], Aboriginal Peoples - Data table
10. ^ "Laval, Quebec — Ethnic origins, 2006 counts, for census divisions - 20% sample data". Ethnocultural Portrait of Canada, Canada 2006 Census. Statistics Canada. 2010-10-06. Retrieved 20 August 2011.
11. ^ Statistics Canada.2001 Community Profile
12. ^ [3][dead link]
13. ^ "Laval, V (Que)". Population by language spoken most often at home and age groups, 2006 counts, for Canada and census subdivisions (municipalities) – 20% sample data. Statistics Canada. 20 November 2007. Retrieved 6 February 2008.
14. ^ a b "Laval, V". Detailed Mother Tongue (103), Knowledge of Official Languages (5), Age Groups (17A) and Sex (3) for the Population of Canada, Provinces, Territories, Census Divisions and Census Subdivisions, 2006 Census - 20% Sample Data. Statistics Canada. 20 November 2007. Retrieved 6 February 2008.
15. ^ "Laval mayor resigns amid Montreal corruption scandal". Toronto Star, November 9, 2012.
16. ^ "Flags of the World". Flags of the World website. Retrieved July 16, 2005.
17. ^ "Laval Technopole website". Laval Technopole website. Archived from the original on September 29, 2007. Retrieved March 2, 2007.
18. ^ "Executive Office." Alimentation Couche-Tard. Retrieved on 18 January 2011. "Alimentation Couche-Tard Inc. 4204 Industriel Blvd. Laval (Quebec) H7L 0E3." Address in French: "Alimentation Couche-Tard inc. 4204 Boul. Industriel Laval (Québec) H7L 0E3 " Map
19. ^ La Presse Affaires, Montreal, Tuesday October 21, 2008, p.12
20. ^ "Overpass dismantled, highway re-opened". CBC News website. June 24, 2000. Retrieved March 8, 2007.
21. ^ "Overpass collapse shuts down Quebec highway". CBC News website. Archived from the original on August 21, 2007. Retrieved March 10, 2007.
22. ^ "Overpass Collapses Near Montreal; People Trapped Feared Dead". Fox News Website. September 30, 2006.,2933,216877,00.html. Retrieved November 8, 2006.
23. ^ CA (2007-07-22). "Montréal a bien d’autres priorités — Transport en commun". Courrier Laval. Retrieved 2012-01-02.
24. ^ "Tourisme Laval". Tourisme Laval website. Retrieved July 26, 2008.
25. ^ "Laval Web Site — Twin Cities Section". Laval Web Site (English). Retrieved September 9, 2011.
26. ^ Fasciano, John (September 4, 2009). "Laval: 25 ans d’amitié par-delà l’Atlantique". Courrier Laval. Retrieved September 9, 2011.
27. ^ Twinning Economic Co-operation Agreement, June 6, 2003
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45727 | Oriel window
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Oriel windows in San Francisco, California.
Oriel windows with brackets in Oloron-Sainte-Marie, France.
Oriel windows are a form of bay window commonly found in Gothic architecture, which project from the main wall of the building but do not reach to the ground.[1] Corbels or brackets are often used to support this kind of window. They are seen in combination with the Tudor arch. This type of window was also used in Victorian Architecture in the Queen Anne Style. Unlike a bay window, an oriel window is only found projecting from an upper floor.[2]
Oriel windows are seen in Arab architecture in the form of mashrabiya. In Indian culture these windows and balconies are projected from the street front, providing an area in which women could peer out and see the activities below while remaining invisible.[citation needed]
According to the Oxford English Dictionary, the word "oriel" is derived from Anglo-Norman oriell and post-classical Latin oriolum, both meaning gallery or porch, perhaps from classical Latin aulaeum, curtain.
See also
1. ^ What is an oriel window - Architecture Glossary
2. ^ Nikolaus Pevsner, P414. Hertfordshire. Yale University Press, New Haven. ISBN 0-300-09611-9. |
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Do you know if you’re from Houston? Do you think you might be from Houston, but aren’t sure?
Buzzfeed contributor Javi Moreno has compiled a list of 30 telltale signs you’re from Houston you can check if you’d like to confirm.
Moreno, who has done similar lists for Austin, the Rio Grande Valley and University of Texas at San Antonio, hits all the Houston highlights: Astroworld nostalgia, the Texans, hurricanes and Free Press Summer Fest, but we still like the list Houston Chronicle readers helped us put together better.
What do you think we should add?
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45785 | Astute readers may note two things: 1) It has been a while since I posted what should have been a followup to the previous posts, wherein I complete my discussion of the C++ DF model, and finally get this DF monkey off my back. And 2) that a previous post (DF Part 2, where I actually explain how the C++ DF model works) has been temporarily removed.
Many reasonable scenarios exist to explain these phenomena. Suprisingly, the truth has very little to do with the Bermuda Triangle. I believe the C++ DF model may be undergoing some revision - and it would be a Bad Thing to leave up a post on what could be an outdated (and incorrect) description of the model.
When the language design team (a team I must stress I am an observer of) has Finalize()d their design, I will recreate post #2 anew, and the final post on DF will also see the light of day. I can't say much about it yet (not until I've had a chance to play around with it), but from what I've seen, I'm very pleased with the new design.
So, I'm on board with the new design, if for no other reason than the fact that my final post (how the C++ DF model and the CLR Dispose pattern) was nearly impossible for me to write under the previous design. Not because I'm a poor writer :), but because the previous design left the developer with some very tough problems to handle elegantly. This new design is far more elegant, to my eyes.
While we wait on that post, I may take some time later this week to mull over some general issues that have been bothering me recently. In the meantime, here's a juicy article by Herb (who is a member of the language design team) on a subject very close to our current lines of discussion. |
global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45786 | April, 2011
Doug Mahugh - Office Interoperability
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Five thousand blogs. Before anyone else even hit 1000. Hell, before I hit 1000 posts. Holy shit. I couldn't have timed this better, either. Because my very first blog, time travel notwithstanding, was posted on March 13th, 2009, 4:41PM Pacific! Just like this blog here! Well, I was planning this for a while, then time sort of crept up on me.
Now blogging isn't the first thing I've done on Bulbagarden (my Shadows of Almia playthrough log/FULL TEXT LP predates it), and it isn't the most recent either. But it's got to be the most notable. Well, actually. There's Pokemon in MS-Paint which is only just starting Sinnoh somehow but has 319K views. And my fanfic too, but this holds a special sort of place in my heart as the first big thing i've done.
The Live Wire first started as something to tell of my day to day activities. I like to think it is what really made blogging a thing on Bulbagarden. Even if it was somewhat controversial at times, that is all. From my duck friends to bizarre sleep issues to worse sleep issues to battling DCM's clique to two moves to movies to taking care of baby sparrows to talks of purchases and swap meets to numerous instances of ripping on the vBulletin guys including testing some stuff to Multiplayer Ghostbusters madness to the late bathroom activities because people are squeebish.
My 100th blogwas me showing swag in not caring that there was a fire in the complex across from me. My 1000th blogwas sort of like this, but sort of not. 2000 was crazy math. Who really cares about any other milestone? 100 was cool back then, 1000 was the first to hit quad-digits (and again still is), 2000 is some calcing it out.
And for reference's sake in regards to the latter, four years, 5000 blogs is 1250 a year. So I lapsed a bit and so my calculations are a bit off. So 2016, consider yourself lucky. 2017, your time is ticking! 10000 blogs!
Then there was this. This whole sequence was hilarious. It started with me posting a simple blog as I always do, Then someone posted after. Then I posted a blog again to make a silly remark on the style of my last blog. Then someone posted after. Earlier, I remarked on how I hated that. Then I posted this, and all hell broke loose. I ended up posting 11 blogs total that day (PST) starting with this, a record that I believe still stands for me and was all relevant.
So two things. First, seeing all that stuff has made me realize what we must do...WE'RE BRINGING BACK THE GOLDEN AGE, BABY!!! FOR THE GLORY OF BLOGGING!!! Bandwagoning watered the blogs down, then they left because there's only so much you can actually do with them, and now we must fight to revitalize them!! We can make it happen! Come on, everyone!!!
Anyway, now I feel now is the time to mention everyone. EVERYONE. Everyone on my friends list, everyone who participated in any stealth mentions contest I held along the way, everyone else who I may be forgetting, and so on. If you are not on this list, then that means I either forgot or you are totally new here. If your username does not match up with what is shown here, then that means that you changed your username.
Let's start with everybody on my friends list.
@$aturn¥oshi; - Thank you for being the only person to notice my unexplained absence when I moved a few months back. I swear I would've considered peacing out in a fit otherwise.
@AceTrainer14; - <insert clever writing pun here>
@AiedailEclipsed; - Will we be seeing epicness in RP/Writing related forms soon?!?!?!!!
@Blazaking; - Shoutouts to something.
@Buizelfan!; - So good you have an exclaimation point
@Caite-chan; - Woo!!
@d.aisuke; - You're all right.
@Ekard; - The Prime Minister of the Event!!
@Flaze; - Wasn't expecting to like your fic going in admittedly, but I did. And hey, got a lot more out of it than I bargained for!
@gameking1; - Certainly no peasant.
@Hallowheart; - Keep on truckin', girl. #TeamHallow
@Happy Mask Man; - I have suffered a terrible fate. My old friend is missing. Help me out here.
@Ice; - Still the worstest name from Shadows of Almia.
@Kankri Vantas; - Trying to remember what username you were that I recognize it as. Probably Abbadon. Actually, I'm sure of it!
@katey; - Last activity in March...of last year. ;_;
@Kira Akigari; - Do you think you could take Kiratwig in a baking contest?
@Kiratwig; - Do you think you could take Kira Akigari in a dance-off?
@LadyLady; - Not just a lady, but TWICE THE LADY are you. New Writer too.
@Legacy; - Hey I got an award for writing an essay on how you were the most hardworking mod. DON'T MAKE ME A LIAR NOW. :)
@MFreak; - Oh yeah, well I've been spriting since early 2001. I never made plans to continue. You got me beat there.
@Miar; - Pretty chill guy.
@Mijumaru5; - Cool beans.
@Morru Magnum; - Now here's a username that commands respect!
@Mudkipz; - A little weird how such a notable username would be taken by someone who's not logged in since 2009. But thanks to you, no one else will use it! Yays!
@new mew; - I always read your name as mew mew. It was a shock to discover that was never the case
@op101; - so OP, needs a nerf
@Oremor; - You know, I always wonder. What would a person think after logging in after not coming for a while and seeing a surprise mention?
@patriotfan09; - Hey didn't we do that remember me dance back in 2011?
@Pokemoll; - Er, I swear I recognize your avatar, but I can't put my finger on it...
@pokeslob; - Yo!
@RexRacer; - It's RexRacer! REEEEX RAAAACER!!!
@Scarlet Marines; - Red ocean?
@Shiay; - Oh wow, it's been so long since I've talked to you.
@Steelrush; - Sorry things didn't work for you here.
@Thanatos; - Gnatong is still a thing!
@The Twilight Knight; - Twilight always bugged me. It's like, I can't sleep because it's kinda bright, but I can't be awake because it's too dark.
@TheUnownGoldHeart; - Holy hell it's been ages
@torch; - Evolved into Blaziken yyt?
@Trainer17; - Awesomeness needs to happen!!
@Turtle Tamer Kammy; - A username that always stood out to me for some reason. I don't know why. But I always liked it.
@Umbrella; - Best (actually only) gimmick poster on the site!
@Whatever; - Yeah, Whatever!!
@YoshiSage; - You control the past and present by proxy too, you know.
@Yuuki Asuna; - !!
Now let's do everyone not on my friends list. Starting with shoutouts to all the people behind the magic for creating the best Pokemon forum. I'm not just sayin', either. serebii is serebii, smogon is elitist, the rest don't matter. Fairly lenient rules, generally chill. This place has got the works! And here we go, in no particular order, everyone I can think of/had down not on my friends list to mention.
@Ino-Chan; - You disappeared...where've you been? ;_;
@Ferbgor; - I warned you that you would rue that day. And now, commence the rueing.
@Octy; - You're on my megamention. GUILT TRIP COMMENCE. Well to be honest, I forgot the context of this but it's what I wrote. w/e I guess.
@Lavender Frost; - Purple ice is cool.
@Synthesis; - Always was the most bland of the time restoring moves to me, but hey. Can't be as swag as Morning Sun, but still more practical than Moonlight!
@Yoshi-san; - y m i stil on ignore and no see your blog?
@TheMissingno.; - That goes for you too, sir.
@Croag; - Ribbit, baby.
@Mijzelffan; - The shzzel
@Mako; - I know I know you! But I don't know what I know you for! I feel awful! Dreadful, even!!!
@yourlilemogirl; - TAY TAY TAY TAY TAY TAY
@G013M; - Erm. Randomy question - why 13? >_>
@Still DCM no matter what you call yourself these days; - The finest rival I've ever had!
@The Outrage; - With that being said, it's up to you to make it to 1000 before him! CAN YOU DO IT???
@Contrary; - Or will it be someone a little further off~
@Soulmaster; - That purple dragon always makes me go :3
@CyberBlastoise; - Just taking a random name I found on Who's Online. An awesome name and concept, I might add.
@Scarlet Devil; - See above and also in my recent viewers. A little disappointed there doesn't seem to be any Touhou influence behind it, though.
@Fandango; - Your name reminds me of wrestling, even though that guy's appearances are erratic at best.
@DarkDreams; - Happy to be entertaining with my terribad art!
@Kelleo; - Getting it took me so long.
@Gotpika; - So pleasant as a reader~
@DracoMan; - I almost forgot you! Keyword being almost! But, got'em!!!
@Christian the Ranter; - I was going to make a top 5 other blogs list. It feel through because I couldn't think of enough, but this would've been on it for being unafraid to speak your mind.
@Felly; - oh hey its FELLY
@winstein; - Only Gardener I know with a catchphrase. Thanks for reading~
And now for some random people from the aforementioned contest blogs, as well as a couple others for the hell of it.
@Parma; - If usernames were real names, you would have an excellent first name. Because your middle could be Zon and your last name Cheez.
@GatoRage; - Your username makes me think of Digimon. Gatomon, muthafucka.
@Setra; - Our home and native land, man! Okay the joke doesn't make sense anymore because you're no longer Canada* but hey! O CANADA. I also apparently had you here twice, also as Hawkeye which makes me think of that Secret of Mana sequel that who cares how it is spelled? You and your username changes!
@Kyumorph; - What's a Kyumorph supposed to be, anyways? It like an Animorph?
@Pyradox; - (>O_O)>=-=-=-=-O
@OverlordRuby; - Happy to be of servitude, your mightiness.
@Orion; - nice belt
@Locked In My Asylum; - Dr. Amadeus Arkham!?
@Lief; - Why a FF1 Thief for an avatar? At least at one point?
@Shiny Staraptor; - Never liked its colors. Although, on second examination, regular Staraptor looks like an emo kid. So Shiny kind of wins by default?
@Belarus.; - Examining your username history it seems you were the former Russia* which I do recognize. And before that you were Flonne, so I'm guessing you're a communist Disgaea fan? Cool.
@Dragonfyre; - Way too cool a cat for silly things like Is.
@Master Mew; - I need to RP more often, right? If only I had my motivationing...
@The coolest cal alive; - Well I only know of one other Cal and he is fictional and you are way cooler than him.
@PkmnGreen; - But nothing!
@Prof. Lugion; - I wrote one word here: "Pervert". What the context is, I know. The reasoning for me writing it, I don't.
@Robin Storm; - Likes LOOOOOOONG walks late at night. With his dog.
@fabfab; - You promised me softcore lesbian porn and sandwich recipes. You did not deliver. Where are the sandwich recipes, fabfab?
@Mizuhashi; - Congratulations on defeating that other guy!
@Voltaire Magneton; - You got beat. Have a consolation prize anyway
@BMGF Anime Master; - I see your name on Recent Viewers a lot.
@Force Fire; - Suppose I knew someone who said Bulbapedia was shit - although doesn't like the likes of serebii, smogon, etc. either. What would you say in response?
@Tophat Dragoneye; - I never realized it before, but hot damn that's an awesome username.
So yeah, that's about all that comes to mind right now. I was going to do more, but settled for this and also because, like I mentioned before, time crept on me. Anyway, with all that madness being said, PARTY TIME???
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Hehe, thank you, and congratulations on reaching 5000 blogs! That's quite the achievement you managed to do :)
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5000 wow that is a lot of blogs, dude, congrats.
Thanks for the mention btw, Im going by the name Ninfia now.
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Congrats, SE! 5,000 is a fricken lot. Thanks for the mention, but I've already let you down XD. I'm no longer a mod.
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Contrats dude, but no mention. I shall hold this against you for an eternity, though I'll probably forget by tomorrow.
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It is certainly an accomplishment to be able to gather the dedication to create all those blogs. While it's not something I would read through, that commitment of yours is actually admirable.
By the way, thanks for the mention.
Thanks for reading.
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Thanks for the mention, and the girl in my avatar is Himeji Mizuki from Baka to Test. :3c Hooray on the massive blog count!
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I don't understand.
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Can the next 5000 vary a bit more? Sleep, shit and speedruns get tiresome to read after a while.
Bubble Frog likes this.
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Yay, you mentioned me!
Congrats on 5000, SE. I bet it takes a lot of effort/impulse posting to have more blogs than posts.
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<insert meaningful message here>
Congrats on reaching such a milestone! I have appreciated all your views on 8ES and I hope I can return the favour at some point :)
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Wooties for you!
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. . .wat's with the "!!"? xD
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I got mentioned what is even happening.
Oh, hi.
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Thats so SWEEEEEET of you!!!!!!!
CONGRATS!!!!!!! Well thnks to you its very nice here to!!!!
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Fffffffffffffffffffffffffff-- I just saw this blog entry. ; u ;
Yes, it's been insanely long since we've gotten to talk with one another. I've been off and on because of real life matters, and it's been ongoing for quite some time.
How have you been?
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This entry is fucking beautiful <3
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Hehe, sorry I guess. Pretty busy with college. Also, skyrim's invaded my playtime. But anyway:
(late) Kudos on 4 years and 5000 blogs! :D
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Prime Minister aye? Sounds pretty neat. :)
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There are enough articles to suggest that the internet really does affect the way we think and the manner in which we act. To be fair, though, it must be admitted that these impacts can be positive or negative. I suggest the following as helpful points and counterpoints on what is an ongoing debate:
As Advent is upon us, it’s worth taking an inventory of how we use the internet to engage with others and with our faith. This is a season of waiting, anticipating the next time Jesus comes to earth. I’ve been waiting for my entire life and find Advent as an annual retooling in the art of waiting.
The internet does impact us. We become impatient, fast-thinking, and demanding. We also can learn things more quickly and cover more intellectual ground than ever before in history.
Here are three things you can do this Advent as you re-learn the ancient practice of “holy anticipation”:
• Hold off on a post or comment. If you are a blogger, let your post stew for a few days before you go live with it. If you are someone who likes to read others’ blogs and then make a comment, pause– for an hour or for a day. Then post what you’re thinking about the article. This process of moving forward/pulling back is a classic Advent move. (For a long post, I like to use Evernote as the stew-pot; then I copy and paste into WordPress)
• Take slow internet speeds as a gift. If your wireless goes haywire, count this as a blessing: you get to wait a few seconds or, if you’re really lucky, a few minutes. This may be God’s subtle suggestion that you become a more patient person. (Okay, or switch your internet provider)
• Interpret gradual improvement as Gospel. If life is moving slower than you’d like, take this too as a gift from God. Your blog only has a thousand followers–okay. Your Twitter feed only has 532 followers–okay. Your prayer life is only partly consistent–okay. All of this is part of the journey. Get comfortable with gradual improvement rather than skyrocketing success. I find that my spiritual director reminds me each month of this truth: holiness is a process rather than a point in time.
Advent is special. It makes no sense if you see it through the lens of conventional wisdom. It makes perfect sense if you see waiting as God’s gift.
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45863 | Confession: I used Ralph Kiner. Yes, I did, and I'm not ashamed of it. In fact, I told him how I had used him, and he appreciated it.
The year was 1974; the site was The Vet in Philly. Rain had jeopardized a Mets-Phillies night game. The rules governing clubhouse access for writers were not too stringent in those days, and they were relaxed because of what became a lengthy delay. I knew I had to have a story "in my notebook," as we say, in case the game was called. The demands of newspapers were unaffected by rain. So I sought out a "rainout story" just in case.
I had been around the Mets beginning in 1970. I had covered their home games in the '73 postseason. I had learned Koosman and Harrelson were approachable, good guys; that Tug was a joy, a guy who often behaved like his out pitch (a screwball); that Seaver and Rusty had to be primed a bit; that Cleon could be insightful; and that Grote, growling catcher Jerry Grote, could be ornery and quite difficult, particularly after a game.
But 5 o'clock had not arrived, and Grote's game face still was in a jar he kept by the door. I needed to get to know him. You can't easily cover a team if you don't have a relationship with the catcher. And on a team as well-armed as the Mets -- Seaver, Koosman, Matlack and McGraw -- conversations with the catcher were required.
So after pushing aside some misgivings, I approached the locker of No. 15 and said, "Jerry, got a moment?" And as pleasantly as Albert Belle with a thorn in his toe and a migraine, Grote responded: "For what?" He did not bother turning to determine who had interrupted his afternoon.
I thought quickly, "How can I defuse this approaching storm and maintain a modicum of self-respect?"
I said: "I'm doing a piece on Ralph Kiner, and I'd like your input."
There, I was certain Grote would be eating out of my hand in moments and that I would not have to count my fingers when he was finished. He turned, wearing an expression of torment. He pulled out his stool, sat, crossed his legs, folded his arms, and with an unhappy voice said, "Sure, what do you need?"
Months later, after the growling catcher and I had shared a few more civil conversations and a lunch at a hotel, I confessed to him that I never wrote a word he had said about Kiner, that I had used Kiner only as a topical icebreaker. I calculated that the mood of any player with Mets tenure would be soothed merely by the mention of Ralph Kiner. And Grote proved me right.
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Asking Mets players of that generation about Kiner was akin to asking about their mothers. They softened and willingly shared their thoughts and anecdotes. Kiner was a favored topic in the Mets clubhouse, in their dugout and on their charter flights. He was a favorite person as well. He became one my favorites, too.
Now Kiner is gone, dead Thursday of natural causes at age 91. What a loss! A monumental loss. If ever a planet was diminished by the passing of one wonderful soul, it was our sphere on Thursday. God, it hurt.
The radio and television programming Thursday was characterized by those speaking as "a celebration of a great man," and it was. I understand the concept; celebrate rather than mourn. But how difficult it was to see Ralph's passing as anything other than miserably sad. He had a good, long life. But I wanted it to be longer by 30 years, or at least by two months, so I could see him one more time and absorb one more anecdote about Frank Frisch or Hank Greenberg or Spahnie or Yogi.
When Casey Stengel died in 1975, Kiner replaced him as the game's premier storyteller. We who covered the Mets were privileged to have him in our midst. To say Ralph was a source was to call Sinatra a singer.
I spoke with three former colleagues -- Danny, Jack and Joe -- Thursday, and it helped me fight through sadness. Danny Castellano recalled how we would get to the hotel bar after a night game to experience another audience with Ralph, and how Ralph always reached quickly for the check.
Jack O'Connell noted that Kiner was the tiny figure in the background (lower left) in Norman Rockwell's famous "Bottom of the Sixth" illustration for a Saturday Evening Post cover in 1949. It had to be Ralph. Depicted were three umpires working a Brooklyn Dodgers-Pirates game at Ebbets Field, wondering about a rainout; Rockwell was nearly obligated to use Kiner. Ralph was the face of the franchise long before that term became prevalent, the primary muscle in the National League.
And Joe Gergen, my former co-worker at Newsday, called to say he had heard my breathless 13-minute radio response to the question, "What can you say about Ralph?"
"You had a lot of stories," said Gergen, who had written "Kiner's Korner" with Ralph. "I said, 'Ralph had a thousand times more.'" Perhaps 2,000.
Ralph could fill the thickest reporter's notebook at brunch with one fascinating tale after another. And he told them so well. Rarely did he stumble, as he did from time to time on the air. He knew them all and knew everything about them. God, we have lost a true treasure.
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Kiner could laugh at himself and even at his many Kinerisms. He once described a play in which Phillies outfielder Juan Samuel had deked baserunner Darryl Strawberry, the latter of whom went unmentioned in Kiner's account. Samuel was the clever outfielder as well as the foil on Kiner's words. "What a great job by Samuel, deking Samuel." Yes it was.
One of my November responsibilities each year was to go through all my notebooks to find the scores of phone numbers I had accumulated from February through October. Most of the numbers had no names next to them. Dumb, I know. The only means I had of identifying the numbers was to call them. So I did. I had two numbers -- 619 area code for both -- on one page. I knew it was San Diego. Tony Gwynn? Graig Nettles? I called. It turned out to be Palm Springs. Turned out to be Ralph.
After a few moments of laughter and pleasant conversation, he said: "Let me get this right. ... You called me because you didn't know my number?"
And before I could answer, Ralph provided his own self-deprecating footnote. "That sounds like something I'd say."
"Ralph," I said. "You did say it."
"Yeah, I guess I did."
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I thought it was awful that the Pirates gave Kiner short shrift when they built PNC Park. Huge statues of Willie Stargell, Roberto Clemente and Honus Wagner were placed at corners directly outside the park. But nothing for the wonderful man who had led or tied for the lead in home runs in the NL for seven years, nothing for the game's foremost gentleman.
I called Kevin McClatchy, the Pirates owner at the time, and asked why. I found his reasoning to be flimsy.
A few years later, the Pirates saluted Kiner with a rather inconspicuous statue concealed near a stairway near the left-field foul pole. It was nothing more than two hands on a bat and a few words.
Ralph was present for the dedication. And when he thanked the Pirates, he mispronounced McClatchy's name. He probably didn't do it deliberately. But who can know for sure?
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I'm making sugar cookies and I have ran out of granulated sugar. I only have confectioner's sugar and dark brown sugar left.
Can I substitute one of these for white granulated sugar? Which would be the better substitute?
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Well, you shouldn't substitute either into your existing recipe without changes; both would likely break the recipe. But recipes for brown sugar cookies are readily available (for example, by searching Google). – derobert Apr 2 '12 at 21:51
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I've done this before, and you won't get exactly the same cookie as you got before.
Confectioner's sugar is a total bomb. Don't bother.
Dark brown sugar makes darker cookies, with a chewier texture, which keeps longer.
This isn't always a bad thing. Several of my cookie recipes I thought were a bit dry were saved by DBS. It added a nice depth to the flavor, as well.
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Is this advice for cookies in general, or for specifically the sugar cookies being asked about here? I don't think I've ever had a chewy sugar cookie (maybe I'm missing out). – Aaronut Apr 3 '12 at 0:13
Powdered sugar measured by weight has worked fine for me in the past, as well, though you'll get a slightly less gluten-based structure due the usual modest presence of corn starch, an advantage in some recipes. I don't think you'll get a desirable result if measuring by volume, though. – JasonTrue Apr 3 '12 at 3:23
I've had chewy sugar cookies, and they can be pretty good! Of course, I'm a strange person, who rarely likes crunchy cookies. – kcunning Apr 3 '12 at 19:14
All cookies should be chewy. Just sayin'. – Marti Dec 20 '12 at 22:22
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The creaming step (beating sugar into fat) of cookie making creates air bubbles in the dough which will expand during baking. Powdered sugar (confectioner's sugar) won't create these bubbles, which is why it doesn't make a very good substitute for white sugar.
Brown sugar is a more moist than white sugar, and will result in chewier cookies. Due to the molasses component, it also has an effect on flavor - not necessarily a bad effect, but definitely noticeable. It will also make a darker-colored cookie, so be extra careful when evaluating your cookies for done-ness in the oven.
For me, a trip to the neighbor's (or the grocery store, if I must) is always worthwhile.
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global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45902 | NAME CPAN::Testers::Config - Manage CPAN Testers configuration data VERSION version 0.001 SYNOPSIS use CPAN::Testers::Config; $config = CPAN::Testers::Config->read; $config->{global}{profile} = 'my_profile.json'; $config->write; DESCRIPTION CPAN::Testers::Config provides a very simple interface to load and save CPAN Testers configuration data using only core Perl modules. By default, configuration is stored in '.cpantesters/' in the user's home directory. Data is serialized using Data::Dumper. SCHEMA Configuration is provided as a hash of hashes. No formal schema has been defined yet for CPAN Testers configuration and thus there is no validation by this module. The top-level key "global" is reserved for data that will be used by multiple CPAN Testers modules. Only keys listed in the "Global Configuration Keys" section should be used in the "global" hash. Module-specific configuration data should be stored under a top-level key corresponding to the module name. For example: # global $metabase_profile = $config->{global}{profile}; # module-specific $config->{'CPAN::Testers::Client'}{send_duplicates} = 1; Global Configuration Keys The following key(s) are defined. No other keys should be added or expected. Proposed new global keys should be sent to the maintainer(s) of this module and/or the CPAN Testers Discussion mailing list. "profile" A path to a filename containing a CPAN Testers 2.0 user profile; if not an absolute path, it should be treated as a path relative to the CPAN Testers configuration directory USAGE new $config = CPAN::Testers::Config->new( %data ); Creates and returns a new configuration object with optional starting data or dies. read $config = CPAN::Tester::Config->read; # ... modify $config ... $config->read; # reload Returns a configuration object with data loaded from the configuration file or dies. May be called either as a class method or an object method. write $config->write; Serializes a configuration object to the the configuration file or dies. Returns the object as a convenience on success. config_dir $dir = CPAN::Testers::Config->config_dir; Returns a path to the CPAN Testers configuration directory. See "ENVIRONMENT". config_file $file = CPAN::Testers::Config->config_file; Returns a path to the CPAN Testesr configuration file. See "ENVIRONMENT". ENVIRONMENT CPAN_TESTERS_DIR Specifies an alternate directory to search for CPAN Testers configuration files instead of the default '.cpantesters' in the user's home directory. CPAN_TESTERS_CONFIG Specifies an alternate file for configuration data instead of '' in the default or alternate configuration directory. AUTHOR David Golden COPYRIGHT AND LICENSE This software is Copyright (c) 2010 by David Golden. This is free software, licensed under: The Apache License, Version 2.0, January 2004 |
global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45903 | package OX; BEGIN { $OX::AUTHORITY = 'cpan:STEVAN'; } { $OX::VERSION = '0.04'; } use Moose::Exporter; use 5.010; # ABSTRACT: the hardest working two letters in Perl use Bread::Board::Declare 0.11 (); use Carp 'confess'; use Class::Load 0.10 'load_class'; use namespace::autoclean (); use Scalar::Util 'blessed'; my ($import, undef, $init_meta) = Moose::Exporter->build_import_methods( also => ['Moose', 'Bread::Board::Declare'], with_meta => [qw(router route mount wrap)], as_is => [qw(as)], install => [qw(unimport)], class_metaroles => { class => ['OX::Meta::Role::Class'], }, base_class_roles => [ 'OX::Application::Role::Router::Path::Router', 'OX::Application::Role::RouteBuilder', 'OX::Application::Role::Sugar', ], ); sub import { namespace::autoclean->import(-cleanee => scalar(caller)); goto $import; } sub init_meta { my $package = shift; my %options = @_; $options{base_class} = 'OX::Application'; Moose->init_meta(%options); $package->$init_meta(%options); } sub as (&) { $_[0] } sub router { my ($meta, @args) = @_; confess "Only one top level router is allowed" if $meta->has_route_builders; if (ref($args[0]) eq 'ARRAY') { $meta->add_route_builder($_) for @{ $args[0] }; shift @args; } my ($body, %params) = @args; if (!ref($body)) { load_class($body); $meta->add_method(router_class => sub { $body }); $meta->add_method(router_dependencies => sub { \%params }); } elsif (blessed($body)) { $meta->add_method(build_router => sub { $body }); } elsif (ref($body) eq 'CODE') { if (!$meta->has_route_builders) { $meta->add_route_builder('OX::RouteBuilder::ControllerAction'); $meta->add_route_builder('OX::RouteBuilder::HTTPMethod'); $meta->add_route_builder('OX::RouteBuilder::Code'); } $body->(); } else { confess "Unknown argument to 'router': $body"; } } sub route { my ($meta, $path, $action_spec, %params) = @_; my ($class, $route_spec) = $meta->route_builder_for($action_spec); $meta->add_route( path => $path, class => $class, route_spec => $route_spec, params => \%params, ); } sub mount { my ($meta, $path, $mount, %params) = @_; if (!ref($mount)) { $meta->add_mount( path => $path, class => $mount, dependencies => \%params, ); } elsif (blessed($mount)) { confess "Class " . blessed($mount) . " must implement a to_app method" unless $mount->can('to_app'); $meta->add_mount( path => $path, app => $mount->to_app, ); } elsif (ref($mount) eq 'CODE') { $meta->add_mount( path => $path, app => $mount, ) } else { confess "Unknown mount $mount"; } } sub wrap { my ($meta, $middleware, %deps) = @_; $meta->add_middleware( middleware => $middleware, deps => \%deps, ); } 1; __END__ =pod =head1 NAME OX - the hardest working two letters in Perl =head1 VERSION version 0.04 =head1 SYNOPSIS The following describes the outline of how a model-view-controller application might be configured as an OX application. package MyApp; use OX; has model => ( is => 'ro', isa => 'MyApp::Model', lifecycle => 'Singleton', ); has template_root => ( is => 'ro', isa => 'Str', value => 'root', ); has view => ( is => 'ro', isa => 'Template', dependencies => { INCLUDE_PATH => 'template_root' }, ); has root => ( is => 'ro', isa => 'MyApp::Controller', infer => 1, ); router as { route '/' => 'root.index'; route '/inc' => ''; route '/dec' => 'root.dec'; route '/reset' => 'root.reset'; route '/set/:number' => 'root.set' => ( number => { isa => 'Int' }, ); }; =head1 DESCRIPTION OX is a web application framework based on L, L, and L. Bread::Board lets you build your application from a collection of normal L objects, organized together in a "container", which allows components to easily interoperate without any additional configuration. Path::Router maps incoming request paths to method calls on the objects in the Bread::Board container. Finally, at compile time, the framework turns your entire application into a simple PSGI coderef, which can be used directly by any PSGI-supporting web server. The philosophy behind OX is that the building blocks of your web application should just "click" together, without the overhead of an additional plugin system or "glue" layer. The combination of Bread::Board, Path::Router, and the Moose object system provides all that is needed for requests to be mapped to methods and for components to communicate with each other. For example, all configuration information can be provided via roles applied to the application class (affecting application initialization). Similarly, additional runtime features can be added by providing your own request (sub)class. Additionally, OX provides an easy-to-use "sugar" layer (based on L) that makes writing a web application as easy as writing any Moose class. The OX sugar layer supports the full complement of Moose features (attributes, roles, and more), as well as addiitonal sugar methods for mapping request routes to object methods. (See L, L, and L for more detailed information.) You're also free to eschew the sugary syntax and build your application manually -- see L for more information on going that route. =head1 FUNCTIONS =head2 as router as { ... }; Sugar function for declaring coderefs. =head2 router router as { ... }; This function declares the router for your application. By default, it creates a router based on L. Within the C body, you can declare routes, middleware, and mounted applications using the C, C, and C keywords described below. router ['My::Custom::RouteBuilder'] => as { ... }; By default, actions specified with C will be parsed by either L, L, or L, whichever one matches the route. If you want to be able to specify routes in other ways, you can specify a list of L classes as the first argument to C, which will be used in place of the previously mentioned list. router 'My::Custom::Router' => ( foo => 'some_service', ); router My::Custom::Router->new(%router_args); If you have declared a router manually elsewhere, you can pass in either the class name or the built router object to C instead of a block. It will be used directly in that case. If you pass a class name, it can take an optional hash of dependencies, which will be resolved and passed into the class's constructor as arguments. =head2 route $path, $action_spec, %params The C keyword adds a route to the current router. It is only valid in a C block. The first parameter to C is the path for the route to match, the second is an C to be parsed by an L class, and the remaining parameters are a hash of parameters containing either defaults or validations for the router to use when matching. route '/' => 'controller.index'; This declares a simple route using the L route builder. When the application receives a request for C, the application will resolve the C service, and call the C method on it, passing in an L instance for the request. The C method should return either a string, a L response arrayref, or an object that responds to C (probably a L object). route '/view/:id' => 'posts.view', ( id => { isa => 'Int' }, name => 'view', ); This declares a route with parameters. This will resolve the C service and call the C method on it, passing in a request object and the value of C. If C was provided but was not an C, this route will not match at all. Inside the C method, the C method will return a hash of C<< (controller => 'posts', action => 'view', id => $id, name => 'view') >>. Also, other parts of the application can call C with any unique subset of those parameters (such as C<< (name => 'view', id => 1) >>) to get the absolute URL path for this route (for instance, C<"/myapp/view/1"> if this app is mounted at C). route '/method' => 'method_controller'; Since this action spec doesn't contain a C<.>, this will be handled by the L route builder. If a user sends a C request to C, it will resolve the C service, and call the C method on it, passing in the request object. Variable path components and defaults and validations work identically to the description above. route '/get_path' => sub { my $r = shift; return $r->path }; This route will just call the given coderef directly, passing in the request object. Variable path components and defaults and validations work identically to the description above. route '/custom' => $my_custom_thing; In addition, if you specified any custom route builders in the C description, you can pass anything that they can handle into the second argument here as well. =head2 mount The C keyword declares an entirely separate application to be mounted under a given path in your application's namespace. This is different from C, because the targets are full applications, which handle the entire path namespace under the place they are mounted - they aren't just handlers for one specific path. mount '/other_app' => 'My::Other::App', ( template_root => 'template_root', ); If you specify a class name for the target, it will create an app by creating an instance of the class (resolving the parameters as dependencies and passing them into the constructor) and calling C on that instance. mount '/other_app' => My::Other::App->new; If you specify an object as the target, it will create the app by calling C on that object. mount '/other_app' => sub { my $env = shift; return [ 200, [], [$env->{PATH_INFO}] ]; }; You can also specify a coderef directly. Note that in this case, unlike specifying a coderef as the route spec for the C keyword, the coderef is a plain L application, which receives an env hashref and returns a full PSGI response arrayref. =head2 wrap The C keyword declares a middleware to apply to the application. The C statements will be applied in order such that the first C statement corresponds to the outermost middleware (just like L). wrap 'Plack::Middleware::Static' => ( path => dep(value => sub { s{^/static/}{} }), root => 'static_root', ); If you specify a class name as the middleware to apply, it will create an instance of the class (resolving the parameters as dependencies and passing them into the constructor) and call C on that instance, passing in the application coderef so far and using the result as the new application (this is the API provided by L). wrap Plack::Middleware::StackTrace->new(force => 1); If you specify an object as the middleware, it will call C on that object, passing in the application coderef so far and use the result as the new application. wrap sub { my $app = shift; return sub { my $env = shift; return [302, [Location => '/'], []] if $env->{PATH_INFO} eq '/'; return $app->($env); }; }; If you specify a coderef as the middleware, it will call that coderef, passing in the application coderef so far, and use the result as the new application. =head1 BUGS No known bugs. Please report any bugs through RT: email C, or browse to L. =head1 SEE ALSO =head1 SUPPORT The IRC channel for this project is C<#ox> on C. You can find this documentation for this module with the perldoc command. perldoc OX You can also look for information at: =over 4 =item * AnnoCPAN: Annotated CPAN documentation L =item * CPAN Ratings L =item * RT: CPAN's request tracker L =item * Search CPAN L =back =for Pod::Coverage import init_meta =head1 AUTHORS =over 4 =item * Stevan Little =item * Jesse Luehrs =back =head1 COPYRIGHT AND LICENSE This software is copyright (c) 2012 by Infinity Interactive. This is free software; you can redistribute it and/or modify it under the same terms as the Perl 5 programming language system itself. =cut |
global_01_local_0_shard_00000017_processed.jsonl/45906 | October 6, 2012
MIT Powers Past Plymouth State, 28-7
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CAMBRIDGE, Mass. – MIT scored a touchdown in every quarter while its defense came up with four turnovers as the Engineers picked up a 28-7 victory over Plymouth State in a New England Football Conference Boyd Division game. It was the second straight win for the Engineers, who improved to 3-2 overall and 2-1 in the Boyd Division in their first ever win against the Panthers. Plymouth State fell to 2-4 and 1-2 in the NEFC with the loss.
Sophomore Brad Goldsberry (Elizabeth, Colo.), who finished with a team-high 121 yards rushing, put MIT up early in the game when he capped off the first Engineer drive of the game with a nine-yard run. His scamper completed the 11-play, 86-yard drive and gave MIT a 7-0 lead with 7:07 left in the quarter.
Thanks to a stout MIT defense that limited Plymouth State to just 91 first half yards, the Engineers never trailed in the contest. Panther quarterback Jake Tyler was intercepted twice in the second quarter to stop drives, one by sophomore Cameron Wagar (West Richland, Wash.) and the other by junior Matt Merlino (Vancouver, Wash.). It was the third interception of the year for both.
A 20-yard punt return late in the second quarter by junior Rhys Borchert (Pocatello, Idaho) set up the next MIT scoring drive, putting the Engineers on their own 45-yard line. Seven plays later MIT was in the end zone when sophomore Justin Wallace (Palatine, Ill.) took it in from eight yards out with just 50 seconds left before the half.
After stopping MIT on a three and out on the first drive of the second half, the Plymouth State offense came to life on its first drive. Starting from near midfield, the Panthers put together a 10-play, 47-yard scoring drive. Behind the strong running of Andrew Foglia, who ran five times for 29 yards on the drive, the Panthers cut the MIT lead in half when Foglia took it in from four yards out with 6:50 left in the third quarter.
MIT responded with big plays on its ensuing drive, starting with a 17-yard run by Goldsberry. Sophomore Pete Williams (Portland, Ore.) completed passes of 20 yards to freshman Karson Ota (Katy, Texas) and 22 yards to freshman Nathan Varady (Fayetteville, Ark.) on the drive that resulted in a three-yard plunge by Wallace that pushed the MIT lead back to 14 at 21-7 at the 4:02 mark.
A fumble by Williams late in the third was recovered by Plymouth State's Josh Morgan at the MIT 33, but the Panthers returned the favor six plays later when Tyler could not handle a bad snap and Wagar fell on the loose ball for the Engineers. Midway through the fourth quarter the MIT defense came up with another turnover and this time the Engineers cashed in after Borchert picked off a pass from Paul Norton and returned it seven yards to the MIT 41. A 22-yard screen from Williams to Wallace on a 3rd and 19 kept the drive alive and Wallace finished it off with a 19-yard run that put the game away.
MIT finished with 415 yards of offense, with Plymouth State putting up 237. In addition to his rushing totals, Goldsberry accounted for 196 all-purpose yards by adding 31 yards in receptions and 44 more in kick returns. Wallace finished with 96 yards on the ground and three scores, while Williams completed 13 of 20 attempts for 162 yards. Ota led the MIT receivers with 61 yards on six catches. Junior Jake Laux (Dousman, Wis.) led the Engineers with 14 tackles.
For Plymouth State it was Foglia that led the attack, picking up 82 yards on 15 carries. Tyler completed eight of his 12 attempts for 81 yards, with Zac Iovanella catching six of those passes for 57 yards. Morgan led the Panther defense with 12 stops and the fumble recovery.
MIT will play at Western New England next Saturday in its next contest, kicking off that game at 1:00 p.m. Next week Plymouth State will return home for its game, hosting Endicott at 2:00 p.m.
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