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The Woman with the Ivory Cameo

Fri, 06 Jan 2012 15:03:03 PST

UPDATE: The Woman with the Ivory Cameo Solved!

Last weeks case involving the mysterious death of a young woman, found in her home clutching an ivory cameo, has now been put to rest. According to the latest reports, the necklace was purchased by the deceaseds lover from Tuxessories.net and sent to her home in a box laced with a heretofore unidentified poison. Police officials have refused to divulge any more, though a disgruntled civilian on the scene had this to say on the matter: Dull.

Oh, this shoot was fun! I was all like, AWW YEAH CRIME SCENE PHOTOGRAPHER while Kat ~moonlightflight lay around and played the corpse of the red-robed lady. And our Sherlock was just dressing and undressing all of the time for needing to wear a winter coat while we're in a tropical country. And for the cellphone shot, we had to change one of our friend's names to John Watson on the phone book, and we ended up accidentally sending them that text message which most likely caused much confusion.

We've got a bunch of new designs coming up for Tuxessories and this is one of them! A cameo pendant inspired by a mix of classic Sherlock Holmes and BBC Sherlock (the profile was drawn in the likeness of Benedict Cumberbatch). We actually had this design in the works since the middle of last year, and much to our surprise, he actually wore this hat in the first episode of season two! [link]

Hat-Man cameo necklace by Tuxessories

So you can always have a consulting detective around when Scotland Yard can't solve your problems. Compliance not guaranteed. We are not responsible in the event said detective requests you stop being boring.

This is a two-piece pendant featuring the silhouette of a renowned "hat-man" in chocolate brown acrylic, fixed on a cream-colored frame with engraved and hand-painted detailing.

Also, be sure to take part of our Series 2 Celebration Sale! Upon checkout, enter the promo code PUNCHMEINTHEFACE to get $2 off your Hat-Man cameo order!

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photography by me *behindinfinity
Kat ~moonlightflight as the red-robed lady
Sherlock Holmes would like to remain anonymous
necklace by Tuxessories.net

Raven Steals The Sun

Wed, 11 May 2005 18:38:59 PDT

shot at the entrance to an exhibit
"Our Universes: Traditional Knowledge Shapes Our World"
National Museum Of The American Indian -
NMAI on the National Mall, Washington, DC

Our Universes focuses on indigenous cosmologies
worldviews and philosophies related to the creation
and order of the universeand the spiritual relationship
between humankind and the natural world.

There are myths about how the light came to be ... this is one of them

Raven Steals The Sun

In the beginning, Raven was born out of the darkness. There was no moon or stars at night. Raven was the most powerful being. He made all of the animals, fish, trees, and men. He had made all living creatures. But they were all living in darkness making it very difficult for anyone to hunt or fish or gather berries for food.

One day Raven learned that there was a chief living on the banks of the river who had a very wonderful daughter who possessed the sun, the moon, and the stars in carved cedar boxes. The chief guarded her and the treasure well.

Raven knew that he must trick the villagers to steal their treasure, so he decided to turn himself into a grandchild of the great chief. Raven flew up on a tall tree over their house and turned himself into a hemlock needle. Then, as the needle, he fell into the daughter's drinking cup and when she filled it with water, she drank the needle. Inside the chief's daughter, Raven became a baby and the young woman bore a son who was dearly loved by the chief and was given whatever he asked for.

Both father and daughter were delighted with their new addition and played with him for hours on end. As the child explored his new surroundings he soon determined that the light must be kept in the big box in the corner. When he first tried to open the box, his grandfather scolded him profusely which in turn started a crying and squawking fit the likes of which the old man had never seen. As grandfathers have done since the beginning of time he caved in and gave the child the biggest box to play with. This brought peace to the hut for a brief time but it wasn't long until the child pulled his scam again, and again, and again until finally only one box remained.

After much coaxing and wailing the old man at last agreed to let the child play with the light for only a moment. As he tossed the ball of light the child transformed into the Raven and snatching the light in his beak, flew through the smokehole and up into the sky.

Raven was so caught up in all the excitement of the newly revealed world that he nearly didn't see the Eagle bearing down on him. Swerving sharply to escape the outstretched talons, he dropped nearly half of the ball of light which fell to the earth. Shattering into one large and many small pieces on the rocky ground the bits of light bounced back up into the heavens where they remain to this day as the moon and the stars.
Once he was far away from the village, he heard people speaking in the darkness and approached them.
"Who are you and would you like to have light?" he asked them. They said that he was a liar and that no one could give light. To show them that he was telling the truth, Raven opened the ornately carved box and let sunlight into the world. The people were so frightened by it that they fled to every corner of the world. This is why there is Raven's people everywhere.

The world was instantly changed forever. Mountains sprang into the bright sky and reflections danced on the rivers and oceans. Far away, the Eagle was awakened and launched skyward - his target now clearly in sight. And so was the Raven changed his snow-white feathers never became white again after they were blackened by the smoke from the fire of holding the sun in his mouth.

Now there are stars, the moon and daylight, and it is no longer dark all of the time.

walk the line

Mon, 04 Sep 2006 01:33:36 PDT

vivian - with you all dressed in black, you look like you're going to a funeral.
johnny- maybe i am.

Cast overview;

Joaquin Phoenix .... Johnny Cash

Reese Witherspoon .... June Carter

Ginnifer Goodwin .... Vivian Cash

Robert Patrick .... Ray Cash

Dallas Roberts .... Sam Phillips

Directed by; James Mangold

Writing credits (WGA)
Johnny Cash (book)
Gill Dennis (written by)

Jerry Lee Lewis: We're all going to hell for the songs we sing!
June Carter: And what about me, Jerry Lee; am I going to hell too?
Jerry Lee Lewis: No, June, you're beautiful.
Jerry Lee Lewis: [Later] She's making me fall in love with her.

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Johnny Cash: OH NO! WE SURRENDER!
June Carter: Y'all can't walk no line!

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Johnny Cash: Now I've asked you forty different ways and it's time you come up with a fresh answer.

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Luther Perkins: That boy Elvis sure talks a lot of poon.

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June Carter: [on stage w/John] We've got these people all revved up, John. Now c'mon, let's sing Jackson for 'em.
Johnny Cash: You've got me all revved up. Now I've asked you forty different ways and it's time you come up with a fresh answer.
June Carter: Please sing.
Johnny Cash: I'm asking you to marry me. I love you, June. Now I know I said and done a lotta things, that I hurt you, but I promise, I'll never do that again. I only want to take care of you. I will not leave you like that dutch boy with your finger in the dam.
June Carter: [shakes head]
Johnny Cash: You're my best friend. Marry me.
June Carter: [quietly] All right.
Johnny Cash: Yeah?
[They kiss & the crowd cheers]

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Johnny Cash: You got a library in there June.

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Johnny Cash: You know what your problem is, June Carter? You are afraid to be in love, you are afraid of losing control, And you know what June Carter, I think you are afraid of livin' in my big fat shadow.
June Carter: Oh really? Is that what my problem is?
Johnny Cash: Yes.
June Carter: My problem is that it's 2 A.M. My problem is I'm asleep. I'm on a tour bus with eight stinkin' men. Rule number one: Don't propose to a girl on a bus, you got that? Rule number two: Don't tell her it's because you had a bad dream.
Johnny Cash: June.
June Carter: What?
Johnny Cash: Marry me.
[June glares]
Johnny Cash: Ok... Ok fine... but that's the last time i'm asking...
June Carter: Well, good. I hate reruns.

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[after record producer Sam Phillips stops Cash's band a couple of verses into their audition]
Sam Phillips: You know exactly what I'm telling you. We've already heard that song a hundred times. Just like that. Just... like... how... you... sing it.
Johnny Cash: Well you didn't let us bring it home.
Sam Phillips: Bring... bring it home? All right, let's bring it home. If you was hit by a truck and you was lying out there in that gutter dying, and you had time to sing *one* song. Huh? One song that people would remember before you're dirt. One song that would let God know how you felt about your time here on Earth. One song that would sum you up. You tellin' me that's the song you'd sing? That same Jimmy Davis tune we hear on the radio all day, about your peace within, and how it's real, and how you're gonna shout it? Or... would you sing somethin' different. Somethin' real. Somethin' *you* felt. Cause I'm telling you right now, that's the kind of song people want to hear. That's the kind of song that truly saves people. It ain't got nothin to do with believin' in God, Mr. Cash. It has to do with believin' in yourself.
Johnny Cash: [after a pause] I got a couple of songs I wrote in the Air Force. You got anything against the Air Force?
Sam Phillips: No.
Johnny Cash: I do.

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Rosanne Cash: [after John comes home from jail, Rosanne is half asleep] Hey, daddy.
Johnny Cash: Hey, baby.
Rosanne Cash: Are you okay?
Johnny Cash: Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine. I'll see you in the morning.

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[first lines]
Warden: M-Mr. Cash? M-Mr. Cash?

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[last lines]
Johnny Cash: Why don't you tell them about the flood? Tell 'em about how you made a boat out of the front door and got us all out of there. They'll like that.
Carlene Carter: Tell us!
Johnny Cash: Come on, tell 'em. You got to pull the string tight.
Ray Cash: It was 1937; there was a flood...

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[last title cards]
Title card: In 1968, "At Folsom Prison" became one of the most popular recordings of all time, outselling even the Beatles.
Title card: That same year, John and June married and settled into the lake home in Hendersonville. Two years later they had a son, John Carter Cash.
Title card: For the next 35 years they raised their children, recorded music, toured and played the world together.
Title card: June passed in May 2003. Four months later, John followed.

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Rosanne Cash: Hey Daddy, you okay?
Johnny Cash: Yeah honey, I'm fine. See you in the mornin'.

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Record Company Executive: [talking about the Opry] He's been banned for smashing out the footlights.
Record Company Executive: If he smashes out lights at Folsom, they're gonna keep him there.
Johnny Cash: [Laughing]

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Waylon Jennings: I'm a long way from home/And so all alone/ Homesick like I never thought I'd be/ I'm a long way from home/Everything is wrong/Someone please watch...
Johnny Cash: [while Waylon is still singing] June call?
Waylon Jennings: - over me.
Johnny Cash: Waylon! Did June call?

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Young J.R.: [J.R. turns up the radio] Guess which Carter this is.
Young Jack Cash: I don't know J.R.
Young J.R.: Guess...
Young Jack Cash: Anita?
Young J.R.: Nope...
Young Jack Cash: Who?
Young J.R.: June.

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June Carter: [Sees John eating peanuts] Can I have one?
Johnny Cash: Yeah.
[Takes a peanut out of the bag and holds it above June's mouth]
Johnny Cash: Open your mouth...
June Carter: [June opens her mouth, but John snatches it away and eats it]
June Carter: John!
Johnny Cash: I'm sorry, I'm sorry... here.
[Takes another peanut out of the bag and holds it over June's mouth]
Johnny Cash: Open your mouth... Open your mouth...
June Carter: No... I don't trust you...
Johnny Cash: Oh, June don't say that...
June Carter: I don't...
Johnny Cash: Yes, you do... now open your mouth...
June Carter: [June opens her mouth, but John snatches away the peanut from her again]
June Carter: [Playfully hits John] John, you are a mean man! You're a mean man, and I knew it... I knew it all along...

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June Carter: [Looks at John] Ya you're goin' to Jackson, you big talkin' man...

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Johnny Cash: Tell me you don't love me.
June Carter: I don't love you.
Johnny Cash: [grinning] You're a liar.
June Carter: I guess you ain't go no problems then.

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Vivian Cash: Your mama was here. Your daddy too.
Johnny Cash: Oh yeah. And what'd he say?
Vivian Cash: He said now you won't have to work so hard to make people think you've been in jail.

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Vivian Cash: [talking to Johnny, and pointing to a bag] That bag over there are letters 10 to 1 from girls. 10 to 1, and they're obscene. Reba's been trying to answer some of them but half of them aint even 15, and they're sending pictures of themselves in bathing suits. Pictures for you to look at while you're doing time at Folsom.

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Vivian Cash: John, I have a cassarole in the oven and your sister in the kitchen, and I don't want to talk about the tour.

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Johnny Cash: Don't give me no rules. All I got are rules.

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Johnny Cash: Jerry Lee just sit your ass down. Just sit down.

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Johnny Cash: Looks like we're here.
June Carter: Oh, thank goodness. Get me outta this car with all these boys.

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Luther Perkins: [to the cops in the elevator] How do you get those shirts so... stiff?

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June Carter: It burns. It burns.

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Johnny Cash: You're my best friend.

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Johnny Cash: You're an angel.
June Carter: No, I'm not.
Johnny Cash: You've been there with me.
June Carter: I had a friend who needed help. You're my friend.
Johnny Cash: But I've done so many bad things.
June Carter: You've done a few, that's true.
Johnny Cash: My Daddy's right. It should have been me on that saw. Jack was so good. He would have done so many good things. What have I done? Just hurt everybody I know. I know I've hurt you. I'm nothin'.
June Carter: You're not nothin'. You are not nothin'. You're a good man, and God has given you a second chance to make things right, John. This is your chance, honey.

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Johnny Cash: It's all right, it just happened.
June Carter: Just happened?
Johnny Cash: Yeah.
June Carter: You wear black 'cause you can't find anything else to wear? You found your sound 'cause you can't play no better? You just tried to kiss me because "it just happened?" You should try take credit for something every once in a while, John.

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June Carter: You walked here all the way from Nashville?
Johnny Cash: Yeah, well, walking is good for you...

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Johnny Cash: Marry me, June.
June Carter: Oh please, get up off your knees, you look pathetic.

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Johnny Cash: Aw, June, love's more important than the tour.
June Carter: Is that right?
Johnny Cash: Yes, it is.
June Carter: Well, then start loving yourself, so we can go back to work.

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June Carter: You're not nothin'... you are not nothin'.

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Maybelle Carter: You should go down there to him, June.
June Carter: Mama?
Maybelle Carter: He's all mixed up.
June Carter: I am not goin' down there, if I go down there...
Maybelle Carter: You're already are down there, honey.

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June Carter: I had a friend who needed help. You're my friend.

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Johnny Cash: See, June, they want to see us together.
June Carter: All right, well, quit that clutchin' on me now and I'll sing with you, but you gotta quit clutchin' on me.

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Lady in the Aisle: Divorce is an abomination. Marriage is for life.
June Carter: I'm sorry I let you down, ma'am.

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Johnny Cash: I want to marry you and I am telling you it's the time.
June Carter: Well I'm telling you with 100 percent certainty that it is not the time. It's not about time, it's not the right time, it's not even quarter to the right time.

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Ray Cash: Mister big shot, mister pill poppin' rock star. Who are you to judge, you ain't got nothin', big empty house, nothin', children you don't see, nothin', big ol' expensive tractor stuck in the mud, nothin'.

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June Carter: So y'all sit down, squat down or lie down but make yourselves at home 'cause here's the one and only, Mr. Johnny Cash!

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Vivian Cash: June.
June Carter: Yeah?
Vivian Cash: Steer clear of my children.
June Carter: Vivian, I was just saying hello.
Vivian Cash: You heard me.

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Waylon Jennings: How come you ain't ever tried this kind of pickin', Luther?
[Picks a song on his guitar]
Luther Perkins: Well, Waylon, whatever you're lookin' for, I've already found.

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Vivian Cash: You can't wear black. It looks like you're going to a funeral.
Johnny Cash: Maybe I am...

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Elvis Presley: Nice job out there, Cash!
Jerry Lee Lewis: That's right, kiss his ass!
Johnny Cash: Hey Jerry Lee, does your momma know you're out?
Jerry Lee Lewis: [laughing] She knows, Johnny, she knows.

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Johnny Cash: It's funny, you know, because I haven't talked about Jack in a long time. After he passed I talked about him all the time. But I guess people grew tired of it... so I just stopped.

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June Carter: There's too many "if"s in that sentence.
Johnny Cash: There's only one actually.
[shouting]
Johnny Cash: There's only one "if" in that sentence, June!
[looking at Jerry Lee]
Johnny Cash: I-I thought it was a good point... I mean, there is only one.

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Elvis Presley: Want some chili fries?

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Johnny Cash: You got something against the Air Force, Mr. Phillips?
Sam Phillips: No...
Johnny Cash: Well, I do.

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[repeated line]
Johnny Cash: Hello, I'm Johnny Cash.

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Johnny Cash: Next time I ask you to marry me, I'm gonna come up with a different way.

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Johnny Cash: [June and Johnny are arguing] Come on baby
June Carter: Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby!
[June closes the door in Johnny's face]

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Carrie Cash: Ray, why don't you let JR take the babies in?
Ray Cash: I told Roz we'd have a crop today. What do i say if he pulls up here and we're shy? You ready to unload that piano?
Carrie Cash: We're not sellin' Daddy's piano. And i'm not the one in Bartstown drinkin every saturday.
[ray angrily kicks a can]
Carrie Cash: [continuing to work, singing] Am I a soldier of the cross A follower of the Lamb, And shall I fear...
Young J.R.: [joining in] to own His cause Or blush to speak His name

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Young Jack Cash: [dying] Do you hear 'em JR? Do you hear them angels?
Carrie Cash: I can hear 'em Jack, they're beautiful. So beautiful.

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Jerry Lee Lewis: [to next act] Get yourselves a pine box, boys. Nobody follows The Killer!

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Johnny Cash: June, these are my daughters Rosanne, Tara, and Kathy.
June Carter: Hi. Those are really pretty gold ribbons on your dresses.
Vivian Cash: Leave my daughters alone.
Johnny Cash: Viv...
June Carter: I was just saying hello.
Vivian Cash: Stay away from my daughters.

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June Carter: [Mocking Johnny] Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby!

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June Carter: I gotta tell you, I can't sing tonight. I got the laryngitis.
[Crowd laughs]
June Carter: Y'all laughin, but I do.
Billy: We just heard you hollerin up a storm back there.
June Carter: Well, I didn't have it then, Billy.

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Johnny Cash: The phone's dead.
Waylon Jennings: Yeah. It's been turned off due to insufficient fundellations.

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Elvis Presley: How 'bout that Johnny Cash huh?

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Johnny Cash: [while singing while he's high on stage] Come on, man, play the fuckin' thing!

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Record Company Executive: What's with the black? He looks like he's going to a funeral!
Johnny Cash: Maybe I am.

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Warden: Mr. Cash? The record company asks that you not play any songs that would remind the prisoners that they are in jail.
Johnny Cash: Do you think they forgot?

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Warden: Mr. Cash? Might I suggest you refrain from playing any tunes that remind them, the inmates that is, that they are in prison?
Johnny Cash: You think they forgot?

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Carlene Carter: [shouts through screen door] Mama! Johnny Cash is here!

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Johnny Cash: This one's for your warden!

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Johnny Cash: You know, when I was in the service, I used to look at pictures of you. In magazines.
June Carter: ...Oh?
Johnny Cash: Oh, no. It's... It's not like that.

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June Carter: Ya'll can't walk no line.

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June Carter: Rule number 1 - never propose to a woman on a bus. Rule number 2 - Don't tell her it's because you had a bad dream.

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Jerry Lee Lewis: God gave us a great big apple, see, and He said don't touch it. He didn't say touch it once in a while; He didn't say take a nibble when you're hungry; He said don't touch it! Don't think about touchin'it, don't sing about touchin' it, don't *think* about singin' about touchin' it!

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Record Company Executive: Your fans are church folk, Johnny. Christians. They don't wanna hear you singing to a bunch of murderers and rapists, tryin' to cheer 'em up.
Johnny Cash: [pause] Well, they're not Christians, then.

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Johnny Cash: [Performing at Folsom Prison] Now, I'd like to remind you all that we're recording live, so you can't say "hell" or "shit" or anything like that!

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June Carter: [to Johnny] You got a hitch in your giddy-up?

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Johnny Cash: [after collapsing on stage from a drug overdose] Fortunately I keep my feathers numbered for just such an emergency.

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Young J.R.: [to Young Jack] How come you're so good?
Young Jack Cash: [laughs] I aint!
Young J.R.: You pick 5 times more than me.
Young Jack Cash: Well, I'm bigger than you are.
Young J.R.: You know every story in the scripture.
Young Jack Cash: Well, you know every song in mama's hymnal!
Young J.R.: Songs are easy.
Young Jack Cash: [laughs] It ain't for me.
Young J.R.: There's more words in the bible than in the Heavenly Highway Hymns.
Young Jack Cash: Look, J.R., if I'm going to be a preacher one day, I gotta know the bible front to back. I mean, you can't help nobody if you can't tell them the right story.

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Johnny Cash: [looking at Vivian
[singing]
Johnny Cash: I'm not the one you want babe, I'll only let you down.

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[John and June on stage before an audience, away from mic]
June Carter: John, I'm not gonna sing that song, it's inappropriate.
[John signals to start music]
June Carter: I recorded it with my ex-husband,
[music starts]
June Carter: and I'm not gonna sing it.
Johnny Cash: There's no better way to put it behind you.
June Carter: I'm not gonna do it!
Johnny Cash: June, just sing.
[John and June begin a duet]

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Johnny Cash: I think it's about time, June.
June Carter: Time for what?
Johnny Cash: For you and me... to get married.
June Carter: Go to sleep, John.

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Johnny Cash: So, where's your truck driver?
June Carter: Stock car driver. And you'll be happy to know things aren't working out between the two of us.
Johnny Cash: It doesn't make me happy! Well... maybe a little it does.

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Johnny Cash: I'm really glad ya'll could be here today, especially you dad, glad you came. Not everybody's here. Jack's not here is he, huh? Where you been? That's what you said to me, remember? I was twelve years old and he got Jack's bloody clothes, and you asked where I'd been.
Ray Cash: Well, where were you?
Johnny Cash: Where were you?

Collection....ish

Sun, 30 Sep 2012 14:44:20 PDT

So here's what's on top of my dresser in my room.

Lots of Batman stuff....and dolls.... But what can I say, I love them all!

Top Left Photo: Mini Super hero figures' Jean Grey, Starfire, Wonder Woman, and Batman

Middle Left: Batman and Wonder Woman Pop Hero figures and mini figures

Bottom Left: Batman stuff

Middle Photos(top too): Zoomed out version of Dresser; Cornelia doll (in back), other dolls (to the right), Super hero stuff (middle), random crap (behind everything else)...oh, and that box of stuff to the left is DC cards. XD

Mid-left bottom: More B-man/Wondie stuff; Wondie wallet and B-man lanyard

Next to above photo: B-man stuff; stickers, lanyard card holder, ect.

Bottom Right: B-man/Wondie stuff again ; 2 B-man watches, Wondie wallet, etc.

Top Right: Dolls; Kat (from Halo Reach), Stella Season 2/3, Frankie Sweet 1600, Stella Believix, Stella MW, and some random Barbie doll

You just got to love that Dancing Lego Batman figure.

This is barely anything of what I have!!!!

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Music Box

Sat, 10 Apr 2010 11:03:46 PDT

Its an old music box my granny found in her old folks home. According to some newspaper clippings found in it, it was owned by a Margaret Josephine Weir, who's husband died in 1982 on December 24th. How sad =<

Its a hand painted chinese style music box, with a lil man in a top hat and a woman in a little red spotted dress. The music it plays is so pretty and relaxing

Sorry the image sucks, I forgot to save it as png =S

Enjoy

Killjoy Opening screencap trilogy

Mon, 28 May 2012 01:53:39 PDT

This is Killjoy Screencap from the opening trilogy for the DVD.

I personally love Killjoy, he is my favorite ever!!!
I have to admit as much as I love Pennywise, I love Killjoy a bit more!

Killjoy is a horror film franchise which focuses on the titular Killjoy, a demonic clown who is summoned to assist revenge plots in all three films, only to prove too overwhelming for each character who calls him. Produced by Full Moon Features, the series was established in 2000 with the eponymous first installment, starring Ángel Vargas. A sequel, Killjoy 2: Deliverance from Evil, followed in 2002, which saw Trent Haaga replace Vargas for the role of Killjoy. In spite of the negative reception of both films, Full Moon filmed a third installment while shooting Puppet Master: Axis of Evil in China, and in 2010 Killjoy 3 was released. Haaga reprised his role for Killjoy 3, eight years after the release of the previous film.

The original film was essentially an effort in the blaxploitation genre, and this was carried over to a lesser extent in Deliverance from Evil. Both of these films consisted of a largely African American cast, however this element was greatly diminished for Killjoy 3, which was presented as something of a teen-slasher film. The titular character, as a clown, makes a number of crude jokes throughout the first two installments, however Killjoy 3 appears to be a genuine effort in black comedy. The third installment was also a first in establishing that Killjoy can be summoned through a blood pact; two different spoken rituals are used in the earlier films. The first film had a significantly more generous budget than its sequel, at a projected $150,000 Initially set in an urban community, the series opens with Michael, a dorky adolescent whose interest in a gang leader's girlfriend gets him in a fight with the group, composed of T-Bone, Baby Boy, and Lorenzo. Lorenzo's girlfriend, Jada, is flattered by Michael's feelings for her, but suggests that he stay away from her for his safety. After Lorenzo's gang attacks him, Michael turns to black magic to summon the personification of an unsettling clown doll he calls Killjoy. Michael's plan is to use Killjoy to take vengeance on Lorenzo and his friends, however before Michael can see his tormentors exterminated, he is killed when Lorenzo, teasing him with a seemingly unloaded gun, fires a live round into his chest. Lorenzo, T-Bone, Baby Boy and even Jada continue with their lives, however Jada does not forget Michael.

One year passes and Jada is now dating a man named Jamal, while Lorenzo is sleeping with Kahara, a woman much like Jada. When Lorenzo leaves his friends to meet with Kahara, T-Bone and Baby Boy follow the sound of an ice cream van, in hopes of satisfying their munchies. The driver, dressed in a clown costume, convinces the two gang members to step into the back of his van with the promise of drugs. T-Bone and Baby Boy are warped into a derelict building, where they are pursued by the clown Killjoy, having materialized one year after his summoning. Baby Boy is ran into a wall by Killjoy's van, while T-Bone is incinerated after puffing on a joint he finds lodged in a fence. After both are slain by Killjoy, their lifeless bodies reappear where Lorenzo left them shortly before they left in search of ice cream, with wounds reminiscent of how they died in Killjoy's world. Lorenzo is the next target to be chosen by Killjoy. After luring Lorenzo out of his apartment building and into the van, thereby transporting him to Killjoy's world, the clown taunts Lorenzo into firing a number of bullets into his body, which Killjoy then spits back at Lorenzo, effectively shooting him to death. Kahara follows a trail of blood from Lorenzo's apartment to the van outside the building, where she finds his corpse in the back of the vehicle. Killjoy then ambushes her.

Meanwhile one of Jada's friends, Monique, pages her and demands to meet Jada at her apartment. Jamal accompanies her to Monique's home, where Monique's guest, a homeless man who witnessed one of Lorenzo's attacks on Michael, explains that Michael was pressured into summoning Killjoy before his death, and that Jada will be the key to vanquishing Killjoy and the doll used in the ritual that created him. Jada and her friends find and access Killjoy's van, where the clown ambushes them, having turned his victims Lorenzo, T-Bone and Baby Boy into something of a posse. After the gangsters are slain, Killjoy submits and transforms into Michael, who reveals that he still wants Jada to be his girlfriend. Jada feigns interest, and stabs Michael to death when he drops his guard. Killjoy respawns along with Lorenzo, T-Bone and Baby Boy, and the demons chase Jada and her friends into the back of Killjoy's van, where they find themselves transported to Michael's room, left the way it was on the night he summoned Killjoy one year prior.

When Jada attempts to slice apart the Killjoy doll, the figure transforms into Michael, who pleads for another chance with her. Jada relents for a moment, before slaying Michael once again, after which Lorenzo's gang is destroyed once and for all, and Killjoy devours Michael. To celebrate their victory, the trio visit a club where an acquaintance of Jada's is quickly replaced with images of Killjoy, Lorenzo and friends. Jada then wakes up from the nightmare to Jamal, who opts to calm her nerves with oral sex. Jada is once again terrified when the figure underneath the bed covers is Killjoy and not Jamal.

The story of Michael and Killjoy is apparently passed down through certain channels, as a young woman is told the tale by her grandmother to deter her from playing with black magic. The girl, dubbed Ce-Ce, is one of five delinquents en route to a detention center, with Denise Martinez and Harris Redding as their presiding officers. Their trip to Loxahatchee Canyon is cut short however when their van breaks down. While scouting the area for signs of help, Redding, Nic and Ray-Ray find a seemingly empty home. When Ray-Ray breaks inside to search for a telephone however, a redneck girl shoots him in the chest with a shotgun. The woman threatens the two other men, forcing Redding to shoot her to death. He and Nic then carry the dying Ray-Ray back to the van, while Redding stays behind to continue searching the house for a phone. The group as a whole then leave the van in search of a working vehicle or a telephone, and are hopeful when they encounter another house.

The owner of the home, Kadja Boszo, has neither a vehicle nor a phone, but tries to quell Ray-Ray using voodoo magic, to the group's frustration and disbelief. Nic steps outside to gather his wits, and when Ce-Ce joins him he convinces her to summon Killjoy, the spirit her grandmother warned her about. She performs the ritual but Killjoy does not appear to them. Nic and Ce-Ce then have sex in the forest after Nic promises to share any drugs he may be carrying. Realizing Nic lied so she would be more vulnerable, Ce-Ce leaves and stops by an outhouse. Killjoy appears after all, taunting her from outside the outhouse. He then removes his chattering teeth from his mouth and slips them through the door, using them to devour Ce-Ce.

Next Killjoy encounters another delinquent, Eddie, pumping water in the forest. Killjoy telekinetically lifts Eddie off the ground and impales him on the pump, then delightfully pumps his blood. Nic returns to Boszo's house but leaves again before long, after hearing that Ray-Ray has died and Ce-Ce and Eddie are missing. He takes Martinez's gun and wanders into the forest where Killjoy again telekinetically controls Nic into cutting into his face with a pocket knife. Boszo is also slain by Killjoy while performing a ritual to destroy him. The clown finally sets his sights on the house, where Martinez and Charlotte wait in hiding. Martinez is quickly incapacitated while Killjoy taunts Charlotte, condoning her to read aloud from a book Boszo said would protect her. Killjoy loses interest and prepares to kill her, but is briefly deterred when Redding finally returns carrying the redneck's shotgun. Killjoy telekinetically tosses aside the gun, but is distracted long enough for Charlotte to douse his face in holy water, vanquishing Killjoy. A park ranger rescues the survivors at the break of dawn.

Some time passes and Killjoy is once again called, this time through a blood pact. Immediately he resorts to using the blood spilled by his summoner to create three underlings, which he dubs Punchy, Freakshow and Batty Boop. However the man does not name a victim for Killjoy, leaving the scene without doing so. This causes Killjoy and his posse to vanish and return to their world.

Meanwhile a college student named Sandy is watching over her professor's house while he is gone from town, along with her friends Rojer, Erica and Zilla. While fetching the morning newspaper, Rojer finds a sack on the professor's doorstep. He carries it into the house, however Sandy protests against opening it. They decide to uncover the contents that night when Erica and Zilla return, and doing so, they find an ornate mirror which they hang on the professor's wall. That night Zilla inspects the mirror on his own, whereby he is transported to Killjoy's world. Killjoy stages a boxing match between Zilla and Punchy which nearly kills Zilla, however his friends discover his physical body and successfully resuscitate him, rescuing his consciousness from Killjoy's world. Furthermore, a barrier has been placed over the house, trapping the group indoors.

Erica is the next to fall victim to the mirror, and soon enough Killjoy makes his presence known by communicating with the three students through the mirror, beckoning them to join him in his world. He reveals his plan to dine on Erica, and invites the group to his feast. The professor returns home and is quickly informed of the situation, however he is not surprised, having summoned Killjoy in the first place. Sandy, Rojer, Zilla and the professor enter Killjoy's world through the mirror, and each person faces a different demon. Zilla manages to convince Punchy not to be Killjoy's slave, the professor escapes Freakshow and Rojer is seduced by Batty Boop, while Sandy leads Killjoy on long enough for Boop to jealously confront him. Killjoy berates her for ironically coming onto another man, and then destroys her. The group then fails to save Erica at the dinner, before Killjoy's posse slices her apart on a silver platter. A battle ensues wherein Freakshow is vanquished with salt, and Zilla suggests Punchy take this opportunity to strike back against Killjoy, who slays him for his insolence. Rojer is also killed during the encounter by having his head whacked off with a giant mallet.

The professor finally enacts his plan to say the name Killjoy originally went by in antiquity, in an effort to subdue him. He also reveals himself to be the father of Michael, whose soul Killjoy exploited before destroying. The professor chose not to name a victim while initially summoning Killjoy because the target of his revenge was ultimately Killjoy himself. The clown applauds the professor for his deviousness in using both himself and the students alike to achieve his revenge. Killjoy proclaims that the souls he consumes become a part of him, and the spirit of Michael appears, consoling his father. With the professor's guard down, Killjoy slays him as well by smashing him with the giant mallet. The two survivors, Sandy and Zilla, resort to laughter to quell the clown, but Zilla is killed when Killjoy taunts them while actually trying to be humorous. Sandy continues to laugh at Killjoy while shouting his original name, which incapacitates him long enough for her to return to the mirror and be transported to her world. Killjoy then explodes in a fit of innards. Sandy is shown to be committed for insanity, having not stopped laughing since the ordeal, and under the suspicion of murdering her friends and the professor.

My Best Friend

Mon, 31 Jan 2011 21:46:44 PST

Hello, meet Pikachu; my oldest and closest friend in the universe.

When I was around 8 or 9, I was given my starter Pokemon. Yeah, it was early. U jelly?
From the instant my mom handed him to me, a gift from having gone shopping (I'd stayed at my aunt's or grandma's or whoever's I stayed at...I don't remember), I was attached. My mom certainly didn't expect Pikachu to be my favorite toy ever, but the combination of charity (as commonplace as it was) and it being a Pikachu ensured I was hooked.

He didn't leave my side after that. I couldn't sleep if he wasn't with me, tucked safely into the gap between my mattress and the railing of my bed's frame. I'd wake up and we'd play all day and night. I couldn't take him to school, though, as I'd already tried and gotten in trouble for it. I hadn't broken any rules, just had my best friend with me at school. For whatever reason, stuffed animals and toys that weren't sports balls were not allowed. I was told by a particularly mean teacher that if I ever brought him back, she'd take him away. I mentally dared her to try. She would experience seven levels of Hell so bitter and harsh, Dante himself would urinate in his pants and promptly roll over and attempt to bury himself. There would be tears and screams and heartbroken protests to someone of a higher power than this miserable woman -- my mommy.

There was a time when I took him with me to a small carnival. The area was transformed from the mundane, everyday small town spot to an enchanted wonderland with stalls and booths galore. My cousin and caretaker used her prepubescent body to her advantage, flirting with carnies to get free prizes. I marveled at this odd, alien ability, but could not reproduce it on my own. I had no idea how. Instead, I followed happily to the ferris wheel, which was small but towered over me and my yellow friend.

The ride itself was unremarkable, or at least I think it must have been; after all, I can't remember it. I do remember getting off and taking a few steps before realizing my hand was uncomfortably empty.
"I LEFT PIKACHU!"
My cousin knew me and Pikachu well enough to know we couldn't be separated. I couldn't lose Pikachu. It would be unbearable.
We ran back to the carny, and after explaining my plight, the questionable, stereotypically redneck man glanced over to see a boy who had just gotten into the seat my cousin and I had occupied. He held a Pikachu. Still, the man looked at me disbelievingly, as if I was trying to invent a story to steal the other kid's toy.
"Is that yours?" he asked. The kid, luckily, was too taken aback to lie. I knew him just enough to know he would've. He could only shake his head meekly before handing the accidentally captive Pikachu to the man who returned him to me. I hugged the Pokemon close, happily.

We seemed to have a lot of adventures at carnivals. One day, when I was a bit older, I tossed him up a bit too high, only to have him get stuck on the awning of a vendor. I cried and panicked and had to go home. My aunt showed up later that night with Pikachu -- a full 24 hours before I expected to get him back. I didn't have to face sleeping through the night without him.

As I grew, I drifted away from Pikachu. He was still there, that same little smile plastered to his face, but I was too busy for him. I was into computers and writing and video games, and I wasn't at all interested in him unless I captured him in pixellated, newly 32-bit form. He drifted out of my thoughts completely, though he never lost his adorable smile.

Years later, I began to think about him again. Happening upon him from a dusty box or shelf or something, I stared at that smile. It was sort of creepy. I placed him on my desk, facing my bed, but even then, he seemed to be staring at me. Annoyed and vaguely weirded out, I turned him to face away from me. The thought of him having earned a bit of a soul while I was a kid was spooky; stories like that existed, after all.

Umineko no Naku Koro ni made me realize that Pikachu is the Sakutaro to my Maria. That's why I pulled him out of the very bottom of the clothes hanger, pressed between cold plastic and cold, dirty clothes. I needed to see him again. Here he is, folks, and smaller than I remember.

Pocky box woman OMG

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 13:28:07 PST

Well made a Pocky box woman for Pocky box man. There so cute together.

Ranbow Dash Fail Hair

Sun, 11 Dec 2011 03:49:11 PST

so the 'toys r us' section for MLP bear where i live is crap
its mostly the playsets, electronic flashing talking toys and a giant pink princess celestia plastic toy
i'll admit even though im 21, still a big kid who buys toys i like the look of when i pass them
but even by those standards, i've outgrown the types of toys i listed above
figures are great cuz you can keep them on your computer desk, playsets are too large and chunky
over the years i've come to understand why parents dislike battery-powered plastic toys, they become more annoying than fun
and i find smaller toys are more fun than big ones...plus a PINK celestia, what the hell were they thinking?
toyrs r us only has like 2 figures, and their just recolours of other characters, worst of all their not even from the show, not even as pointless background characters
the section in sainburies is better than one on toys r us, they had more figures
at one point tescos closed down for a week for remodelling, restocking, and clearing out the things that weren't selling
when i came back, wow it was different, particularly since i do most my shopping at tescos
i looked around the toys section and they had a much larger MLP section than they did before
i came across rainbow dash in the shop, saying no proved to be hard...than again saying yes was a bit as well since the toy made her short her look like a ponytail...no pun intended
so i went through the 'the packaging makes it look girlie, so i'll look at the other girl toys to remind myself it could be worse to bring myself to buy it (whilst trying to hold in some laughs at the really girlie ones)' phase before i got it

she's my favourite main characters in the series
i find her ironic, she's the most tomboyish of the main group and yet she had rainbow hair XD
sadly that causes most fans to label her as gay above all the others (dipite shipping to be equal amongst them all), but then again considering the wide range of fans this is to be expected, it annoys me but i ignore it, just like what i do with ther 'wriggle's a boy and is in love with yuka' part of the touhou fandom, still, poor dash, poor wriggle
....anyway for more fun, the most tomboyish member of the group even has her girlish moments (just how the most gentle member has her own badass moments), i just love that fangirl squeal she had in the season 1 finale X3
Plus she’s the one whose quickest to resort to violence in the seires as well, gotta respect that
I mean she kicked a dragon right in the face….granted that proved to be a mistake soon afterwards since it was literally a case of ‘waking a sleeping giant’, but still, that takes guts
And she got all fisty-cups when encountering discord alone
I find her a bit of a show-off at times, which makes her a bit of a hypercritic for complaining at trixie for the same reason
But still, I say her sense of loyalty makes up for that
I mean in the episode where she was after the best pet, she choose the one that saved her from being trapped under a rock over the coolest pet, considering since a turtle goes against everything that she said she wanted in a pet throughout the episode (e.g. cool, fast, can fly), that is loyalty

So yea anyway, the figure was so dam hard to get out the box
The hair and tail were held in with sellotape…seriously…are they trying to make it hard to get out he packaging in one piece?
When I finally did needless to say she needed a haircut
It was hard to do since messing it up meant getting another one since toy hair doesn’t grow back
It was going through things like this that made me wonder ‘if this what it’s like for girls growing up’
I mean when i growing up, the seires was crap and generally no girl-targeted toys appealed to me so I grew up playing action figures
Man I got flashbacks of playing with my Hercules action figures, I rewatched the film recently, and I thought “dam I made out the personalities so one-dimensional in comparison to the actual film”, I guess it was because I only cared for the monsters rather than the main characters
So yea, I wondered whilst I was playing with ‘good vs evil, good always wins’ toys, were girls putting up with how complicated fiddling with the dam hair on those toys?
But in the end I cut the hair to roughly the right length
I came across something on the net that says if you put the hair under hot water, it makes it easier to get the mess into tidy hair which you can do whatever with, this made cutting it easier
I tried to use the same method to get the hair to saty down, but it keeps shooting up like a Mohawk
bah, im no cosmetologist
...at least it's not as bad as pinkie's hair
I haven’t cut the tail yet cuz since it was equal length to the original hair, I find it an assuming reminder of such, I’ll probably cut it short one day

and remember folks
its not a sign of sissiness to have a my little pony figure (it probably is for the playsets....depending on age possibly)
it would have been 10 years ago when the only tv shows it had were as girlie as girlie can be and was solely made to sell toys
but then one day, a woman named Lauren Faust walked in and dared a crazy idea, a show targeted at young girls that boys could watch without feeling the need to vomit, and really work hard on it
it was indeed a crazy idea....and it worked, now kids, teenagers and even adults of both genders enjoy this new series

REAL MEN SHOW THEIR MY LITTLE PONY FIGURES WITH PRIDE
...i show mine with embarrassment, i have yet to fully be a man

delyla born of wires 007

Sun, 12 Oct 2003 18:19:27 PDT

...and from within the box
delyla heard a voice...
a smooth quiet whisper
neither woman nor man....
she leaned in close and
perceived it to say,
'i've been waiting here
for you miss delyla,
one thousand years and
one day.....

artist note to the interested: i sculpted the little head of polyclay and cooked it in the oven for three hours. primed and then painted it with simple acrylic paint.

Fahriye Abla

Wed, 20 Jun 2007 15:19:26 PDT

Fahriye Abla filmi orijinal afişi
[link]

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FAHRİYE ABLA

Hava keskin bir kömür kokusuyla dolar.
Ka panırdı daha gün batmadan ka pılar.
Bu, afyon ruhu gibi baygın mahalleden,
Hayalimde tek çizgi bir sen kalmışsın, sen!
Hülyasındaki geniş aydınlığa gülen
Gözlerin, dişlerin ve ak pak gerdanınla
Ne güzel komşumuzdun sen, Fahriye abla!

Evimiz kutu gibi küçücük bir evdi,
Sarmaşıklarla balkonu örtük bir evdi;
Güneşin batmasına yakın saatlerde
Yıkanırdı gölgesi kuytu bir derede;
Yaz, kış yeşil bir saksı ıtır pencerede;
Bahçende akasyalar açardı baharla,
Ne şirin komşumuzdun sen, Fahriye abla!

Önce upuzun, sonra kesik saçın vardı;
Tenin buğdaysı, boyun bir başak kadardı;
İçini gıcıklardı bütün erkeklerin,
Altın bileziklerle dolu bileklerin.
Açılırdı rüzgarda kısa eteklerin;
Açık saçık şarkılar söylerdin en fazla,
Ne çapkın komşumuzdun sen, Fahriye abla!

Gönül verdin derlerdi o delikanlıya,
En sonunda varmışsın bir Erzincanlıya.
Bilmem şimdi hala bu ilk kocanda mısın?
Hala dağları karlı Erzincan'da mısın?
Bırak, geçmiş günleri gönlüm hatırlasın;
Hatırada kalan şey değişmez zamanla,
Ne vefalı komşumuzdun sen, Fahriye abla!

Ahmet Muhip DIRANAS

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Fahriye Abla (*)

The air filled with a pungent charcoal smell
And the doors closed before sunset;
From that neighborhood as languid as a laudanum
You are the only surviving trace in my memory, you
Who smiled at the vast light of her own dreams.
With your eyes, your teeth, and your white neck
What a sweet neighbor you were, Fahriye abla!

Your house was as small as a neat box;
Its balcony thickly intertwined and the shades
Of ivies at the tiny hours of the sunset
Washed over in a nearby hidden brook.
A green flowerpot stood in your window all year round
And in spring acacias blossomed in your garden
What a charming neighbor you were, Fahriye abla!

Earlier you had long hair, then short and styled;
Light-complexioned, you were as tall as an ear of corn,
Your wrists laden with ample golden bracelets
Tickled the heart of all men
And occasionally your short skirt swayed in the wind.
You sang mostly obscene love songs
What a sexy neighbor you were, Fahriye Abla!

Rumors had it that you were in love with that lad
And finally you were married to a man from Erzincan
I don't know whether you still live with your first husband
Or whether you are in Erzincan of snowy mountaintops.
Let my heart recollect the long-forgotten days
Things that live in memory do not change by time
What a nice neighbor you were, Fahriye Abla!

Ahmet Muhip Dıranas

Translated by Osman Turkay (1982)

(*) Literally, ``elder sister''; often used as a term of affection or respect for a somewhat older girl or woman.

SUPER CHRISTMAS

Tue, 08 Dec 2009 18:04:59 PST

Dude I don't even know what to do about categories

BUT LOOK, GUYS! Do you know how many years we've had these ornaments? I didn't notice how cool they were until now. The lunchbox one also has a little thermos inside it with the villains on it. I've got one like it, but it's a Superman lunchbox, except I was too lazy to take a picture of it.

Man. We have too many Christmas tree ornaments. Boxes and boxes and boxes. Most of them are really awesome Disney ornaments, too--one of my favorites is Quasi Modo swinging on a rope. Oh, and the Mulan and Mushu! And several nationalities of Barbies...

Pinkie Pie Fail Hair

Sun, 11 Dec 2011 03:49:35 PST

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PONIES!!!!

so i was looking amungst the toys in sainburies and came across a pinkie pie toy
her hair in the box was rather off...in fact it looked like pinkiemania 0_0...what a thought
but then i came to learn they're all like that, which was reasuring...i guess

one day of browsing, i came accross this tutorial on how to make her hair right;
[link]

it looked simple enough so i brought it to try out the instuctions to get the hair right
...but before i brought it i had my usual 'the packaging makes it look girlie, so i'll look at the other girl toys to remind myself it could be worse to bring myself to buy it (whilst trying to hold in some laughs at the really girlie ones)' phase, of course

i tried it out.....and heres the resalt, A FAIL
it's the bit where you have to curl the hair around the staws i messed up
bah, im no cosmetologist
aw well, she looks better than when she started

and remeber folks
its not a sign of sissiness to have a my little pony figure (it probably is for the playsets....dpending on age possibly)
it would have been 10 years ago when the only tv shows it had were as girlie as girlie can be and wa soley made to sell toys
but then one day, a woman named Lauren Faust walked in and dared a crazy idea, a show targeted at young girls that boys could watch without feeling the need to vommit, and really work hard on it
it was indeed a crazy idea....and it worked, now kids, teengers and even adults of both genders enjoy this new seires

REAL MEN SHOW THEIR MY LITTLE PONY FIGURES WITH PRIDE
...i show mine with embrassment, i have yet to fully be a man

smoke

Thu, 07 Sep 2006 12:33:42 PDT

picture on a car´s window in croatia, cars und sky reflected, through the window you can see boxes
Klebebild auf einer Autofensterscheibe in Kroatien, Autos und Himmel gespiegelt, durch die Scheibe kann man Kartons erkennen

Silken Floss Hot Toys Box

Sat, 30 Apr 2011 22:44:11 PDT

Silken Floss - Hot Toys - The Spirit

box Smile

Tue, 26 Oct 2010 06:32:22 PDT

Box Smile ;]
Ps. It's not my house o.-

Jjjjjump 2

Sun, 13 Apr 2003 15:41:01 PDT

Me wearing vinyl pants and jumping from one box to the other.

Pentax K1000
Kodak TMAX 400
Shutter speed: 1/2 second

Jjjjjump

Sun, 13 Apr 2003 15:35:38 PDT

Me in vinyl pants and a black shirt jumping from one box to the other.

Pentax K1000
Kodak TMAX 400
Shutter speed: 1/2 second

Crystal Ball - Full View

Tue, 28 Mar 2006 20:32:55 PST

FULL VIEW

Proof that not everything is to be forseen. Here in my hand I held my entire future: a flimsy bubble of promises though which was visible an engagment ring, long since lost in a box somewhere.

Full view is required to see the ring and the blur of the grass against my hand (not done with Photoshop). Thanks for stopping by and PLEASE leave your thoughts and comments.

Photo 366. No.326. ''The free lunch.''

Mon, 24 Dec 2012 06:05:32 PST

Someone once quite famously said "there's no such thing as a free lunch."

Well, this one was.

Admittedly, it would appear to have come from someone in high places but it was most certainly free!
Our local church is given over each Saturday morning to a group of (almost entirely) coloured people who are known collectively as the "Seven day Adventists." You couldn't wish to meet a more friendly, helpful and well-meaning group of people. They use the church kitchen to lay on a free lunch for anyone who cares to walk in off of the street.
Everyone is made equally welcome, regardless of colour, creed, religious or political leanings, gender or age.
Last Saturday morning, two of them, a man and a woman, knocked on my door and smiling, the man proffered this big red box, saying that it was a Christmas hamper from his church.
Not knowing quite what else I should do, I accepted it and wished them both a very merry Christmas.
To say that I was surprised would be an understatement. I thanked them profusely and they moved on to my neighbours' front doors.
Once indoors, I opened said big red box and found it contained a Christmas pud., made by 'Matthew Walker' (the oldest Christmas pud. maker in the world), a box of mince pies, a 2kg. bag of carrots, a similar one full of spuds, a cabbage a sachet of gravy mix, a bottle of sparkling grape juice, some mini shortbread biscuits, a packet of chocolate things and an eleven pound (yes, you did read that correctly, 11lb.) frozen turkey.
We were pretty well stocked up for Christmas anyway, so all of this is a bonus but there are people living on this estate, quite a number of them in fact, to whom receiving one of these will make a huge difference.

Thank you guys, it's very much appreciated.

tape killer

Sun, 18 Dec 2011 04:47:14 PST

I had heard about the Mythbusters "Bullets Fired Up" episode, but did not see it until just recently. The "myth" was that bullets fired into the air will return to Earth with lethal velocity. Several people told me that the myth had been busted. I guess they weren't paying attention to the full episode.

Jamie and Adam built a small, vertical wind tunnel in their workshop to determine the "terminal velocity" of a falling bullet. This is the speed at which an object reaches its top speed against wind resistance. In the case of the model, it is the speed where the bullet "hovered" on the rising column of air, about 45 m/s (150 f/s)far below the muzzle velocity of any bullet. Test targets impacted at this speed would not break human skin, so myth busted, right?

More tests in the desert with 9mm and 30.06 bullets fired straight up seemed to prove the lab results.

Then the Mythbusters talked to a doctor with X-rays from two cases: a non-lethal case where a woman caught a bullet in her thigh, and one fatality where an old man was hit in the head while standing under a corrugated roof. The conclusion was that bullet fired perfectly straight up would dissipate its rifled-spin ballistic energy before falling back harmlessly at terminal velocity. However, shots fired into the air at an anglethe way a human might do itcould bring the bullet down in a lethal, ballistic arc. The doctor's info matches mine.

Late December 1995 the small company I worked for was moving its main offices from Massachusetts down to Miami, Florida. Five of us were making the move. I waited behind to fly down, while four others drove the two moving vans with all our personal and office stuff. We had been advised not to drive into Miami on New Year's day because of the football game crowd, so the drivers stayed two days in Georgia.

While unpacking on January 2nd, we noticed a neat, round hole in the fiberglas roof of one van because the stuff below the hole was wet from rain the day before. I also noticed a similar hole in a videotape carrier, but I did not connect the two holes until later. The videotape carrier was a particle board box with a laminate to make it look like finer wood, and a plastic drawer for holding tapes.

It was several days later, while setting up my new apartment, that I opened the drawer and discovered one of my tapes was making a very unhealthy rattling sound. Then I noticed something coppery roll past the tape window. Opening the shell produced the tape killer: a 9x19 FMJ with a tiny crease in the point.

Between the drivers and myself, we figured out what must have happened: while overnight in Georgia, someone celebrating New Year's fired a bullet into the air, which came down in a ballistic into the van and killing the videotape. The Mythbusters demonstrated that a bullet tumbling through the air at terminal velocity wouldn't do the job. And if some redneck had been, say, standing on a highway overpass shooting down at trucks, everyone would have heard it.

The moral of the story: if you're going to celebrate this New Year's, go out to the range and shoot at some targets instead of the sky.

Zachariah Fike

Sat, 09 Mar 2013 12:48:38 PST

Zachariah Fike has an unusual hobby. The Vermont Army National Guard captain finds old military medals for sale in antique stores and on the Internet. But unlike most memorabilia collectors, Zac doesn't keep the medals for himself.

Instead, he tracks down the medals' rightful owners, and returns them.

His effort to reunite families with lost medals all began with a Christmas gift from his mother — a Purple Heart, found in an antique shop and engraved with the name Corrado A.G. Piccoli.

Zac, 31, knows the significance of a Purple Heart — he earned one himself when he was wounded in Afghanistan on Sept. 11, 2010. So when his mother gave him the medal, he knew right away that he had to find the Piccoli family.

Prowling the Internet, Zac eventually tracked down two of Corrado's sisters. But when he finally reached Corrado's younger sister, Adeline Rockko, in New Lisbon, N.J., the woman had a difficult time trusting the young man on the other end of the line.

"I flooded him with questions," recalls Adeline, 85. "Bang, bang, bang. One right after the other."

Zac remembers Adeline's grilling well. "Who are you? 'What antique shop?" she asked him. "She was very stern."

But when Adeline hung up the phone, she regretted the way she had handled the call. "I walked away from the phone, and I says, 'Oh my god, he's so nice and he's returning our medal, and I treated him this way?'"

So Adeline called Zac right back. She apologized for giving him the third degree, and thanked him for what he had done.

Soon, she hopped in the car to meet Zac at his home in Watertown, N.Y.

"At that point, I knew you meant business," Zac says. "To drive eight hours to come see me."

"That night, when you brought the medal down from your bedroom and I saw it was in the very same box I had last seen it in, I knew it was in good hands," Adeline says.

The Piccolis grew up the children of Italian immigrants in Watertown. Corrado, a translator for the Army during WWII, was killed in action in Europe during the war.

Before hearing from Zac, Corrado's siblings hadn't realized the medal was missing.

Like many military medals, the one Zac's mother had found was a family treasure, Adeline says.
Capt. Zachariah Fike helped reunite sisters Adeline Rockko (left) and Mary Piccoli with the Purple Heart medal of their late brother, Army Pvt. Corrado Piccoli. Enlarge image

Capt. Zachariah Fike helped reunite sisters Adeline Rockko (left) and Mary Piccoli with the Purple Heart medal of their late brother, Army Pvt. Corrado Piccoli.
Courtesy of Zachariah Fike

"This medal was very precious to my parents. And on special occasions, they would take it out and let us touch it and hold it in our hand," she says. "And then my mother would put it back in the trunk in her bedroom."

As a child, Adeline couldn't understand why the medal was so significant.

"But as I grew older," Adeline says, "and missed my brother more and more, I realized, 'Well, this is the only tangible thing that we have left.' "

Zac and Adeline got to know each other well after their initial meeting. They've talked about planning a trip to Italy, hoping to "walk some of the ground [Corrado] would have walked during the war," Zac says.

"I would like to make that trip. Really. We were very fortunate that you were the one who ended up with the Purple Heart," Adeline says. "You're part of our family now."

Corrado Piccoli's Purple Heart medal now hangs at the Italian American Civic Association in Watertown.

Zac recently returned another lost medal to a family in Alabama. Since he first reunited Corrado's siblings with their brother's medal, Zac says his record is now 5 for 5.

May more of the American troops gain a conscious and start returning these things instead of keeping souvenirs of their kills or actions. Nothing disgusts me more than to see our hero's personal effects in trades markets, Ebay or Antique shops. Especially if you are digging up a field/war grave to get them. They should be shot down like the filthy dogs they are. (Just my opinion) ANYWAYS find the articles here [link] and here [link]