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Dear Mr. Bargnani,
I've been told I've been way too hard on you. I've been told that I've focused too much on your inability to rebound and play team defense and not enough on your impressive array of offensive skills. I've been told that you have such an innate ability to affect the game on the offensive end that it outweighs the things you don't bring to the court. I've also been told that playing beside a guy like Reggie Evans, who inhales rebounds like Charlie Sheen inhales whatever the hell he inhales that causes him to makes such stupid decisions, will neutralize your rebounding liability.
So I have to ask…
WHAT THE F#@K HAPPENED THAT ALLOWED DeMARCUS COUSINS TO GRAB TWO GAME SWAYING OFFENSIVE REBOUNDS RIGHT OVER YOU????????
Tim W.
Yes, the Raptors lost to the Sacramento Kings 111-108, due in large part to Bargnani allowing rookie center, DeMarcus Cousins, to grab two crucial offensive rebounds right over Bargnani, allowing Sacramento to score both times, including when Sacramento got their first lead of the game?
Think I'm being too harsh by singling Bargnani out? Did you listen to what Leo Rautins said when it happened both times? I'm not the only one.
The sad thing was that the Raptors were in control for most of the game. This was really their game to win or lose. It started to go south when shots that were dropping earlier stopped dropping. That happens sometimes and you can live with that. One bright side, other than Reggie's continued dominance on the boards, was the play of DeMar DeRozan. Most of the time the Raptors struggled to score, he was usually on the bench. However much his jumper is still inconsistent, his ability to drive to the basket and draw fouls really made this team go, on offense. As expected, he had his hands full with Tyreke Evens, but he did a solid job on him when he was on the floor.
Another bright spot was Jose Calderon finally busting out of his slump, going 5-9 and looking A LOT more confident shooting the ball. And he continued to play much better defense. He's still not a stopper, but he's not the liability he was last season.
Kleiza was his usual self, scoring within the offense, being aggressive and picking up at least two travelling calls while trying to post up. Note to Linas: When you move your pivot foot, it's called travelling. You're doing it at least once every game. Watch the tape. Still he played well, again, and hit a very big three late in the game.
The bench, apart from Calderon, didn't fair so well. Weems didn't shoot well and got smoked by Tyreke Evans one too many times. Barbosa is looking worse and worse as the season goes on (yes, I know it's just 3 games), and I'm seriously wondering whether he should just get the surgery on his wrist now. If he keeps playing like this, he's not helping the team, and it's not as if they're fighting for a playoff spot, now.
David Andersen actually had a good game, but only played 15 minutes. Truth be told, he did allow the Sacramento big men to get inside too easily, at one point, when he got yanked.
Amazingly, Jarrett Jack had a +7 +/- rating yet had a pretty poor game on both ends of the court. Everyone who was talking about how Jack is obviously the best PG on the Raptors should be holding their tongues about now. He's not going to continue to play like he has, but this is exactly why I wasn't a big fan of trading Calderon away.
And now Bargnani.
The movie Annie Hall is probably a little old for many of you, but there's a famous scene where Woody Allen is caught in line beside an opinionated loudmouth who he finally confronts. When the man claims to be an expert on Marshall McLuhan, Woody Allen pulls Marshall McLuhan from behind a poster who dresses the man down for not knowing what he is talking about. Although I'm not a Woody Allen fan, it's a classic scene.
Woody's last line in the scene is "Boy, if only life were like this."
Well, yesterday, I, as well as a couple of other people, were arguing against this self-professed 20 year basketball coach who claimed that blocks are more valuable than rebounds. I, as well as a few others, were understandably shocked that not only someone actually believed that, but they had the responsibility of teaching younger people the game of basketball. I fear for the game, if this is true.
Well, this person actually stated that he'd rather have 1.5 blocks in a game than 4 rebounds. In what is beyond irony and bordering on divine providence (and this coming from an atheist), Bargnani blocked 2 shots against the Sacramento Kings and grabbed just 2 rebounds. If Bargnani had just grabbed 2 more rebounds, the rebounds he basically gave to Cousins, the Raptors would most likely have won the game. Not only is 4 rebounds worth more than 1.5 blocks, it was the difference between a win and a loss.
Sometimes, life is like that. But I still would have rather had the win.
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I think you are being a bit harsh. I blame the loss on Triano. When the starters were all hot and had a 16 point lead, he decided to sub Bargnani and I don't remember who else. Killing his hot run with nearly 20 points. He also took out DD who was also hot. When they both went back into the game, the lead was down to under 10. Bargnani had a solid game, apart from the last few rebounds… But it's pretty harsh to say he lost us the game. And how about the fact that once again Bargnani was avoided on the final play… Which I don't get. He should get the shot, when you score 28 points, 3-6 from downtown, you take the last three. You don't go for Kleiza who went 6-16 or Barbosa who chucks long 3s. Or even a two point shot when 3 down…
Anyways I was friggin pissed. HOW DID WE LOSE. C'MON. But yeah, towards the end I got pretty annoyed with Bargnani too. But now we are going onto a play-off team run, that we will pile up losses…. Oh well. -
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I don't think I'm being harsh in the least. This is EXACTLY the reason why I constantly say you can't win with a guy like Bargnani. How do you think him allowing Cousins to grab two crucial offensive boards right over him would have gone over on the Lakers, or Boston or San Antonio? Wins and losses are separated by plays exactly like this. It's why you absolutely, positively need your big men to do the little things, like box out and rebound. Bargnani simply doesn't do that.
As for Triano, if you want to blame him for keeping Bargnani in the game, then go ahead. I certainly don't blame him for taking him out. As for DeRozan, he was taken out because of foul trouble. Triano had nothing to do with that.
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Man, there i was in my living room with a case of beer cheering myself hoarse for these dudes. It was a lively exciting game at the first half. Then towards the 3rd quarter everything went south. What in God's name should we do with Barganani so he would at least box out his man. And he's 7 foot tall, fahchrissakes. It's downright criminal to be out-rebounded by Reggie Evans. And Reggie should be rewarded for such an outstanding job on the boards!!! Way to go, Regg, more power!
ARe you stupid or is 6-16 and three blown assignments for 9 points in the last 6 minutes a good game. But 28 points on 17 shots cost the raptors the game. Maybe triano should have had evans on cousins?Tim you only look like your on a witch hunt and andrea is your witch. Andrea makes 10 million a year he isn't paid to be a franchise player but he is with the raptors. Your embarrassing yourself
"Kleiza was his usual self, scoring within the offense, being aggressive and picking up at least two travelling calls while trying to post up. Note to Linas: When you move your pivot foot, it's called travelling. You're doing it at least once every game. Watch the tape. Still he played well, again, and hit a very big three late in the game."
I think you have tunnel vision, Tim.
Michel G
Kleiza went 6-16, had 4 turnovers, and collected 1 majestic rebound. And you say "Still he played well, again, and hit a very big three late in the game." It's getting hard to take you seriously Tim. And don't bother explaining to me what a bad defender and rebounder Bargnani is, I know what kind of player he is. The exhibition game against the Knicks when the ball was rolling at his feet and he allowed Ray Felton to pick it up and stroll in for a layup says everything you need to know about our beleaguered Italian. He is what he is. You can't manufacture heart. Except for his usual deficiencies, he had a good game last night and was the primary reason, along with DeRozan, why we had a chance to win.
Yeah, gotta agree with malefax, its becoming obsessive. I am actually pleased with what I have seen from te big lug, on both ends. Continued growth. He is getting better.
Ironically, I agree with you assigning the blame on Andrea for the L in last nights contest.
Move on.You know my take. This year don't matter, at least regrding W's and L's. We will lose two thirds of our games this year, hopefully more. I want to see Demar continue to grow, Ed Davis to learn the system and Amir to learn to stay on the floor.
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One way that know you are on the right path is when certain individuals in the blogosphere begin to take offense to your viewpoints.
Keep up your first-class work.
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Thanks. I must have been doing something right for a while, then. I'm amazed how people can apparently be so offended by your opinion that they leave a nasty message, but it doesn't stop them from coming back again and again.
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[ Between Darkness and Light ] [ Stronghold Rising ]
Excerpt from BETWEEN DARKNESS AND LIGHT Book 7 of the Sholan Alliance series by Lisanne Norman Published by DAW Books Inc. January 2003 © Copyright 2003 by Lisanne Norman Used by permission of DAW Books Inc. All rights reserved. CHAPTER 1 The Venture II, Zhal‑S'Asha 29th day (October) A message beacon at the rendezvous point, responding only to Kusac's voice, had redirected them to new coordinates where the destroyer N'zishok was waiting for them. Captain Zaykkuh instructed them to dock the Venture 11 in the ship's landing bay. As they made their approach, Kusac looked round his crew of four. "This time, we really could be walking into a trap," he said. "I'm prepared to risk myself, but no one else. You can drop me off and go back to Haven." He still wasn't sure whether or not he was glad of their company. "We made our own decision to join you," said Jayza. "There's no way I'm leaving one of our cubs with aliens like them," growled Dzaou. He stared fixedly at the tan-pelted male, frowning and swivelling his ears forward. "I'm still in charge, Dzaou, remember that. I want no unauthorized rescue attempts. You'll not put either the cub's, or our lives at risk." "Kezule's request could be genuine enough," said Banner, looking briefly away from his consol at him. "He seemed pretty reasonable, wasn't at all what I expected." "Never forget Kezule is a Valtegan," he said. "He's not a Prime. After his escape, he beat his Sholan female companion almost to death then raped her. Don't be fooled by his apparently civilized behavior toward us." "Keeza agreed to go into his prison cell with him," said Banner. "She was working undercover. He needed to pair with her to save her life." "After he'd bitten her to inject a poison that made her protect him while he hibernated to heal!" he said harshly. "Kezule's dangerous; Valtegans are stronger and faster than us. To them we're inferiors, not even worth considering as people." "How do we tell Primes from Valtegans?" asked Jayza, breaking the small silence that had fallen after his outburst. "All the females, and all lighter colored males are Primes," he said moderating his tone. "The only other Valtegans are the M'zullian half-breed warriors like those we have on Shola. Be especially careful with them, they could still have a psychosis about our species." "Approaching their landing bay now," said Banner as the entrance to the N'zishok loomed large in the main view screen. "Take us in," he said as they returned their attention to their work * Wearing his black priest's robe over his uniform tunic as a way of setting himself apart from his crew, Kusac began to lead the way down the Venture II's ramp, cautiously feeling the way ahead with his mind. This time there were no psi dampers in the docking bay. He sensed some twenty people in the near vicinity, mostly in small groups of two or three. Just as he focused on the largest, a group of six, his torc began to vibrate gently, automatically warning him that his mental touch was too strong and he was risking discovery. Instantly, he drew back. The coldness of the deck beneath his bare feet made him shiver, reminding him this time of his return as a Valtegan hostage at Haven so many months before. Dismissing the memory as irrelevant, he put his small kit bag on the ground and watched the welcome party cross the landing bay toward them. Peripherally, he was aware that only one other vehicle was in the bay and that the other Primes present were involved in refueling and servicing it. "I've sealed the Venture as you ordered, Captain," murmured Banner, coming to stand on his right. "No one but us can get in." He nodded, studying the group of four green-clad soldiers that came to a stop in front of them. The lead two, dressed in black fatigues with gold details, were Primes. All carried side arms. "I thought you said there was only one Valtegan here," muttered Dzaou. "M'zullians, like those we have on Shola," reminded Banner quietly. "Captain Aldatan," said the lead male, taking a step away from his people. "Welcome to the N'zishok. I'm Lieutenant M'zynal, head of security, and this is Lieutenant Shartoh." He studied the young male in front of him, aware of his hackles beginning to prickle as he smelled the other's scent. The same height as himself, just over six feet tall, the Prime's flesh was pale green with a slight sandy colored tint to it. The round, hairless skull was topped by a ridge that began just above the brows. Large eyes, almost bulbous, regarded him unblinkingly. Under a nose with small vertical slits for nostrils, the wide, almost V shaped mouth held scores of tiny, pointed teeth. M'zynal indicated the male on his left. "I'm afraid I must ask you to hand over your weapons before we can escort you to your quarters. You won't be needing them while you're with us." He'd anticipated this. The la'quo pellet gun, broken down into its innocent-looking component parts, was stowed in various locations throughout his bag. He was confident that neither it, nor the pellets concealed inside a jar of tooth cleaning paste, would be discovered. The spray he'd left lying in a drawer of personal items in his cabin, hoping by its very anonymity it would pass any search. "We're prisoners, then," he said, reaching for the gun that he carried in plain view on his weapons' belt. Lieutenant M'zynal looked slightly shocked, his bifurcated tongue flicking out briefly. "Not to my knowledge, Captain. On the contrary, we've been told to treat you with all courtesy. Even we don't normally go armed on the N'zishok." His companion gestured two of the M'zullian guards forward to take their weapons. "Knives too," Shartoh said as he watched them hand over their firearms. "You understand, I'm sure, that we'll have to search you and your luggage once we reach your quarters." Dzaou let out an exclamation of rage, silenced only when Kusac raised his hand warningly. "Our knives aren't considered weapons," he said, his voice deceptively soft. "They're eating utensils and the badge of our graduation from the Brotherhood itself. We won't remove them." Shartoh hesitated, looking to M'zynal for instructions. "Will you give me your oath they'll not be used as weapons?" the young Prime asked. Kusac stepped forward, holding his palm up in front of the startled Lieutenant's face, and tensed his fingers. Five claws, each nearly two inches long, almost as sharp on the inner curve as they were pointed at the tip, slid out from their sheathings in his fingers. Startled, the Prime nevertheless held his ground. "You think we need knives, Lieutenant M'zynal?" he asked, a faint purr underlying the words. The claws retracted, his fingers relaxed and were once again a hand. "No more than you do." "You may keep your knives," M'zynal said, his voice betraying only a slight quiver. "As you rightly reminded me, we both have formidable enough natural weapons. However, we'll still need to search you and your belongings once we reach your quarters." He indicated the elevator at the far end of the landing bay. "If you'll follow me, I'll show you where you'll be staying for the next few days until we reach our base." * Gradually lowering his mental shields and increasing his sensitivity, he allowed himself to passively absorb the thoughts of those around him as they followed M'zynal. During their journey here, as well as erasing Banner's memory of his masquerade of L'Seuli at Haven, he'd managed to relearn how to gauge the amount of mental filtering necessary to cut out most of the white noise and concentrate only on the minds he wanted. There was little he could glean, though, as he hadn't yet remastered the skills required to read alien minds, and all the Primes and Valtegans had strong natural mental barriers. "Your weapons will be returned to you when you leave us," said M'zynal. "While you're with us on the N'zishok, and at Kij'ik, our base, your access to certain areas will be prohibited for security reasons. However, you're free to come and go as you wish throughout the rest of our facilities. Unless, of course, we're actually working together." He could feel Dzaou's smouldering resentment and turned his head to glance at Banner. Before he could say anything, his Second flicked an ear in affirmation and fell back to take hold of their gunner by the arm. Briefly he wondered what psi gift the other had that was now allowing him to second-guess his concerns. "What kind of work?" he asked a they entered the elevator. "Training," said M'zynal. "And comparative anthropology." "What makes you think I know anything about either?" he asked as they began to move upward. M'zynal's round yellow eyes regarded him unblinkingly. "We know you're a member of Sholan Alien Relations and that you were involved in training the twenty warriors we sent to you," he said quietly. "Don't underestimate us, Captain. We're not like the Valtegans you met at Keiss, nor those you have on Shola. You know very little about either the General's time or the Prime culture." He was the one who looked away, uncomfortably aware that the young Prime was right. "Where is Kezule?" he asked abruptly. "And the Sholan cub?" "The General and his wife have had to return to our base, but he asked me to tell you that he's looking forward to meeting you in just over a week's time." He cursed softly. This he hadn't anticipated. "And the cub?" M'zynal looked at him oddly and he felt the other's curiosity that he should be so interested in a hatchling. "With the General. He keeps him with him at all times. Shartoh will show you round once we've gotten you settled. The cabins are standard Prime ones with the low form-fitting sleeping mats. Its only for three days, though. Once we reach Kij'ik, you'll find the beds there are the regular kind." "I take it you don't like the low mats," Kusac said, glancing back at him. He knew all about the communal sleeping arrangements and mats on the Kz'adul and began to wonder if this young officer was indeed a Prime despite his lighter coloring. "They don't suit everyone," M'zynal said as the elevator stopped. They followed him down the corridor till he came to an open door. "This is yours and the two next door are your crew's cabins. You all have your own showers and toilet facilities, and the Officers' lounge is at the end of the corridor on your right." He looked in, coming face to face with another Prime officer. With an exclamation of surprise, he stepped backward into M'zynal. "This is Noolgoi," continued the Lieutenant, a trace of pain in his voice as he put a steadying hand under Kusac's elbow. "I can manage!" Kusac snapped, pulling away from him and turning back to the room. The other male had exited and backed off down the corridor by a few feet, looking as rattled as he felt. He could smell the faint scent of apprehension from him and realized Noolgoi had gotten as much of a shock as he had. More cautiously this time, he looked inside. It was a standard single occupancy cabin with a desk and chair, and a couple of easy chairs and table. Beyond it he could see the open doors to the bedroom and the bathing room. It seemed spacious enough. "Will the doors be locked?" demanded Dzaou before Banner could prevent him. "Ah, thank you for reminding me." M'zynal dug deep in his uniform jacket pocket and pulled out a small packet. "Your keys, Captain," he said, holding them out to Kusac. "There's one for each of you. The General assumed you'll want to lock your quarters when you're not in them." Gesturing to Banner to take the key cards, he stepped inside. "Noolgoi will show you the Officers' mess and recreation lounge on this deck once you've settled into your cabins. If you'll allow us to do the search now, Shartoh can take you on a tour of the ship before our evening meal," said M'zynal. "You can join us in the Officers' mess or eat in your rooms if you prefer, just call Noolgoi on the desk unit and let him know your choice." * * * TeLaxaudin home world, Ghioass, same day "He wakes," he heard Naacha say quietly. "About time," a deeper voice replied. Sokarr's. Annuur stirred, feeling a deep ache in every bone and joint. At the edges of his mind, he sensed the presence of his three sept companions, felt their concern for him. Naacha, the mystic, his mind calm as always, his concern masked with his customary gruffness even there; Lweeu, mate and life-giver to them all, her youthfulness betrayed by the constant sea of half-formed fears and worries that she tried to keep to herself; and finally, Sokarr, their nurturer . . . His eyes flew open and he lifted his head sharply to look at Sokarr, trying not to groan out loud at the pain it caused. His last coherent memory before being thrown from his navigation couch against the far bulkhead had been of watching one of the ceiling struts falling toward Sokarr and Lweeu and being unable to warn them. "I thought you were dead," he said lamely, realizing even as he spoke that the Camarilla must have retrieved them. Only on their home world or here - though his surroundings looked like the med level on Anchorage, he knew it wasn't - was Unity possible without the neural nets. "I was," said Sokarr, leaning forward to touch noses briefly. The wave of affection that surrounded him was unrestrained. "Your injuries were greater. Four of our mystics were needed, as well as the TeLaxaudin physicians, to heal all the broken bones and damaged organs in your body. My own were slight by comparison." Four? Since their mystic had joined them, he'd never known an occasion when Naacha hadn't been able to handle healings - even a simple death - on his own. He was one of the most powerful. "He understates, as usual," said Naacha gruffly from the end of his bed. "An hour more, maybe two, and I could have done nothing. He'd have stayed dead." As sparing as Naacha was with words, Annuur knew better than to discount him when he did speak. Lowering his head, he looked at Lweeu, knowing she was always a good barometer for the mood of the sept as a whole. Her eyes sparkled too brightly and between her mobile ears, her short crest of stiff hair was constantly moving. She was very distressed. He hadn't realized he'd been so close to death. It had obviously been a near thing for both himself and Sokarr. Clenching his teeth together, Annuur pushed himself slowly upright, trying to ignore the swirling of the room. Finally he was sitting on his haunches. "We achieved the Camarilla's goal and survived," he said faintly, reaching out an unsteady forelimb to Lweeu. "Without risking our U'Churian family." Gratefully she took hold of his hand, making soft chittering noises of comfort. Naacha grunted, dropping back down onto all fours. "Camarilla don't interfere lightly. More trouble ahead." "This was a major intervention," agreed Sokarr, looking across Annuur's bed to the window beyond. "They will need us again." Annuur followed his gaze. In the distance, the shapes of five Watcher ships could be clearly seen, the sixth shrouded behind a covered armature. "All will need to be processed," said Lweeu, following his gaze. "Captain Tirak is not pleased at what we did." "Tirak's awake?" asked Annuur, surprised. "They could not stay in the ship while it was being repaired," said Lweeu. "What's he said?" "Nothing, yet. He waits for you," replied Naacha, trotting round to the side of the bed and rearing up on his haunches again. "Someone has a sense of humor to allow the rest of our family to be wakened during this time," Annuur murmured, glancing at Naacha. He found himself unable to look away from the swirling blue tattoos on the other's cheeks until he felt a hand touch the underside of his jaw and raise it. Naacha's eyes held his as firmly as his hand held his chin. "Glad am I you are still with us, Phratry Leader," the mystic said quietly before releasing him. Surprise and pleasure washed through Annuur in equal measures. He knew that Naacha had chosen to join their sept out of the many that had courted him, but he hadn't known till now that their taciturn mystic cared so much for them. "So am I," he said with heartfelt sincerity, beginning to sway slightly as his aching body started to tremble with the effort of remaining seated. Naacha leaned against him, offering him support just as the door opened. The TeLaxaudin Azwokkuss, his bronze spindly limbs partially concealed by the colored strips of drapery that fell from his waist and neck, stood there. A faint thrumming filled the air before he began to speak. "Your Captain have I brought," he said. "Azwokkuss said you were awake," began the black-furred U'Churian coming into the room. He stopped dead, mouth falling open in shock. "Sokarr! But . . . You were dead! We left your body in the . . ." He ground to a halt. "Azwokkuss definitely has a sense of humor," Annuur murmured very quietly as Naacha helped him to lie down. "The cold, it must have been the cold," Tirak said, starting forward again. "It put you into suspended animation." He stopped at the foot of Annuur's bed, eyes wide, ears disappearing into his mane of black hair. "You haven't a mark on you," he said in a voice so quiet they had to strain to hear him. Leaning down, he grasped the end of the bed for support. "I don't understand. It's only been five days, how could you possibly have healed so quickly?" "Our mystics can do many things beyond navigating or planet-forming worlds," said Annuur tiredly, settling himself on his side against the soft bedding. He knew that wakening Tirak and bringing him to them had been a small act of revenge from Azwokkuss and the Reformer faction of the Camarilla for making them have to intervene in such a drastic fashion. "Don't forget we saved your people many generations back when a solar flare would have almost destroyed them." "Where are we?" Tirak asked abruptly, straightening up. "We're not on Anchorage, are we?" "We're on the TeLaxaudin world," said Sokarr, dropping down onto all fours to go fetch a nearby chair and push it over for the Captain. "They brought us here to heal us." Seeing the small Cabbaran struggling with the chair, Tirak went over to take it from him, then returned with it to the end of the bed, where Annuur's head was, and sat down. "The jump point," he said slowly. "As we entered it, Sheeowl said it was different. I don't remember anything after that until I woke here five days ago." "Yes," agreed Annuur. "It was a TeLaxaudin one, sent to fetch us here." "Sent?" "It's more than a jump point," said Sokarr. "It transports people and things." "Did you send for help? How could you? We were running silent to avoid the M'zullians picking us up." "They could see what was happening and came to help us," said Annuur. "It was they who slowed you, when you were spinning out of control, - Tirak said slowly. - Why didn't they take you then, and why take us all? I assume the other three ships are here too." "All six are here, Captain," said Sokarr, unable to prevent himself glancing out of the window at the ships sitting on the landing pad. Tirak looked, remaining silent for some time. "A drink, please," said Annuur quietly to Sokarr. His throat was dry with talking. Lweeu beat Sokarr to his night table. Annuur's mobile upper lip curled gently in a smile when the older male deferred good-naturedly to her. Many had doubted his wisdom in choosing one as young as Lweeu, not yet out of her first century, as their mate. Her talent as an engineer had been a factor in choosing her, but Annuur had to admit he'd been drawn to her by her youth and personality. His sept had accepted his choice because it was his right as their patriarch to choose their mate, but little incidents such as this confirmed that he'd chosen wisely. While she held the glass, he raised his head to sip the drink through the flattened straw. It had a strange tang to it and he glanced quizzically at her. "Azwokkuss said to give you this when you woke," she said. "It'll help the pain." All ready a welcome numbness was beginning to creep through his limbs. "A night's rest and you should be fine," reassured Sokarr. "The damage was deep and they wanted to monitor the restructuring process. Stronger analgesics would have interfered with that." "The solar flare wasn't the only time you interfered in our past, Annuur," said Tirak suddenly. "You stayed very quiet when we discovered that there was a genetic link between us and the Sholans. When did your people interbreed us?" Annuur waved the glass away and lowered his head to the bed again, closing his eyes. Azwokkuss couldn't have anticipated this. The TeLaxaudin wouldn't be that vindictive. How was he supposed to answer him? "We were not involved with your species before the flare, Captain Tirak," he said at length. Tirak regarded him steadily. "Your people turned up very conveniently in time to repair the genetic damage done to those on Home and our nearest moon. How did you know there was an inhabited planet in our system? How could you have the knowledge to help us if you'd never been to our world before?" Annuur hadn't expected Tirak's questions to take this direction. He'd assumed he'd focus on the why's of their attack on the M'zullian destroyer and the TeLaxaudin part in it. "And what the hell were you doing attacking the M'zullians and risking our lives and the Alliance to do it?" Tirak continued angrily after a moment's silence, almost as if he'd been following Annuur's thoughts. He was too exhausted to lie. "Thousands of years ago, the TeLaxaudin lost a matter transformer in hyperspace," he began. "Annuur, you cannot tell our Captain!" exclaimed Lweeu, her mobile nose twitching in distress. He ignored her interruption, aware through Unity that Sokarr was already reassuring her that the Captain wouldn't leave here remembering anything of this conversation. "They searched for it for many years before giving up, assuming that it was gone forever. When we heard of the destruction of the two hunter worlds, we knew that somehow the M'zullians had found it and turned it into a weapon. It had to be . . ." "Hunter worlds?" interrupted Tirak. "Sholans," Annuur corrected himself tiredly. "The transformer had to be located and destroyed. It wasn't until the M'zullians used it on the J'kirtikkians that we knew exactly where it was. We had an opportunity to destroy it, and we took it." "You've known all along what killed the Sholan worlds and you didn't tell the Alliance about it? You were prepared to let the J'kirtikkians die and risk everyone and everything just to get it yourselves? Dammit, Annuur, you're no better than the Chemerians!" the U'Churian growled angrily, his thick mane of black hair beginning to rise around his shoulders. "If we'd known, we could have captured it . . ." Annuur lifted his head to look Tirak in the eyes. "Our common enemy is now halved, Captain, at no loss of life to ourselves, and the weapon is destroyed with no chance of them making another. Had we told the Alliance about it, they would have demanded to have one of their own, just as you were about to do. It was never designed to be used as a weapon, Captain, nor should it be." "Leaving that aside, when did you intend to tell me this? We're family! There should be no secrets between us! Now I find out you're working with the TeLaxaudin, that when we'd barely come down from the tree canopies, you interbred us with the Sholans! How can there ever be trust between us again?" "Enough!" roared Naacha. "Be silent, Child!" Shocked by the outburst from the usually silent Cabbaran, Tirak glanced over at him. As the silence lengthened, Annuur looked up at Tirak again. Their exchange had used up most of the little energy he had remaining and his awareness of the others in his sept had faded. He saw what he expected. Tirak's eyes were wide and staring, fixed, he knew, on the swirling tattoos on Naacha's face. As he watched, the Captain began to sway gently. "Sokarr, support him before he falls off the chair," he said. "Lweeu, fetch Azwokkuss!" * * * Ghioass, Zhal‑S'Asha 30th day (October) Shvosi acknowledged Azwokkuss' mental message with a sigh. It meant the Camarilla was due to convene shortly to make a decision on Annuur's so-called seditious behavior. As his Operator, her testimony for or against him would hold much weight. I'll meet you in the refectory in ten minutes, she sent. Take transporter and be here now. I prefer to walk, she replied drily. Sometimes her TeLaxaudin colleague's reliance on technology irritated her, like now. We are products of our own worlds, responded Azwokkuss with a chuckle. Apologies, Skepp Lord, she sent, instantly contrite. Thought was private, not meant for you to hear. Understood. I get your food? Please, she said, getting up from her meditation cushion. Leaving her small indoor conservatory, she scurried round her living quarters to find her note reader. Rearing up onto her haunches, with her spatulate four fingered hands, she scrabbled through a pile of papers on her desk until she found it. Securing the device in a pouch on the body harness she wore, she dropped down onto all fours again and headed for the door. It was a balmy day outside, with the sun shining in a lightly cloud flecked sky. Linking into Unity, she searched for the weather report - no rain was scheduled until nightfall. Satisfied, she trotted out of the Cabbaran enclave and headed for the moving side walk that would take her to the main TeLaxaudin center. Ghioass, the TeLaxaudin home world, and primary home of the Camarilla, was a strange mixture of contrasts. Here, where she lived, the environment reflected the Cabbaran world, one of lush vegetation surrounding the adobe dwellings. Each one had been grown from the raw soil by its owner using only their natural psi talents. Their personal individuality was reflected in the shapes of the buildings and no two were alike. Her people were terraformers, capable of reshaping a world and all its growing things. They could do naturally what the TeLaxaudin had once used their matter transformers for. Three species lived here, much the same way as they did on the Cabbaran home world, which provided a second, lesser chamber for the Camarilla. The TeLaxaudin population was not large, and was controlled, an easy task when each TeLaxaudin was born male in gender and didn't develop into a female till half way through their lives. They were one of the Oldest species in this galaxy, and had developed a highly technological life style. Reed slim and just over three feet tall, the TeLaxaudin were fragile in build. Their body shape and size had placed certain restrictions on them. Recognizing this, millennia ago, they had interfered in the evolution of a larger, more powerful species, one whom they could train to help them. The U'Churians were therefore the second inhabitants of this world. The numbers of these, their Children, were far less than those of the TeLaxaudin themselves. Again, their population was restricted so that it remained at a stable number. The six foot tall U'Churians lived either in villages adjacent to the TeLaxaudin cities and commuted, or in appropriately sized accommodation provided by their smaller employers. When not working, they were free to come and go as they pleased, and had their own entertainment outlets - shops, restaurants, theaters and so on, in the cities. To Shvosi's way of thinking, too many of the TeLaxaudin considered them as invisible servants, there to perform a function and no more. They weren't even granted citizenship of Ghioass. This attitude was part of the reason for the current split in the ranks of the Camarilla. The third species, and the only other member of the Camarilla, were her own, the Cabbarans. Four legged, when they sat up on their haunches, they were almost four feet tall. They were vegetarians, with forward facing eyes set in a long face that ended in a snout with an almost prehensile upper lip. A narrow stiff crest of dark hair ran the length of their skulls and down their neck, spreading out in a ruff across the shoulders and again over the flanks. On her shoulders, Shvosi's sandy body fur had been shaved to display the intricately colored tattoos that showed her Family and her rank as a Phratry leader, and her cheeks bore the spiraling blue tattoos that marked her as one of her people's mystics. She was passing out of her sector now and into the more modern area of the TeLaxaudin city. Buildings here were also designed to be aesthetically pleasing, to the TeLaxaudin's more insectoid senses. Their usual low lying buildings were dwarfed here and there by slim organic shaped towers that spiraled high above them. Transparent brightly colored surfaces and shimmering force fields, blended with metal and polished stone, all glittered in the sunlight. A movement to her left drew her attention and she saw that the TeLaxaudin were reshaping one of the civic buildings, adding another level and a tower. As she looked, the outline blurred and the roof split into four sections that suddenly reared up to become the new walls. From one of them, a sloping roof started to form, rapidly advancing toward where the beginnings of a whorled tower was taking shape. She stopped for a moment to watch properly, rising up on her haunches to get a better view. Reshaping of buildings didn't happen that often, but when it did, whether by her people or theirs, it never failed to entrance her and fill her with a sense of wonder. Gradually the blurring decreased and the outline became more pronounced until minutes later, the basic reshaping had been completed. This was only the first level of changes, there was more still to be done as the design was strengthened and refined. Remembering her meeting with Azwokkuss, she dropped down to the ground again and hurried toward the moving walkway. * She arrived at the Council chamber refectory panting slightly, and hurriedly threaded her way between the other diners and through the ornamental greenery and water features till she saw Azwokkuss at their usual table. "Apologies," she said, flopping down onto the cushions at her side of the low eating table. "Were reshaping the Assembly House for summer. I had to watch." The TeLaxaudin nodded, his eyes glowing as the lenses spun and adjusted themselves to close vision. His mandibles clicked gently and he began to hum. "Never can you resist watching," he said. "I know this." As she composed herself more comfortably, a bronze colored arm as slim as a twig pushed a plate of assorted salad toward her, followed by a divided dish filled with other delicacies. Her long snout began to quiver as the delicate scent of the rare mushrooms and the bitter-sweet vegetables wafted up to her. "Azwokkuss, is real treat," she said, top lip curling back in a smile. Her colleague had chosen all her favorite foods. "Thank you." She reached into the dish for a slice of mushroom. "Is too expensive." The TeLaxaudin watched her eat it daintily and with obvious pleasure before reaching into his own bowl for one of the fried insects he enjoyed. He peeled it carefully, dropping its chitinous covering into the side bowl he'd been provided with for that purpose. "We eat well now, enjoy now, as no knowing how Council meeting will go yet. Potentialities being read at moment." One elegant hand waved toward his right where a group of TeLaxaudin sat deep in discussion. "Hkairass and Isolationists plot already." She sighed. "How long before he starts change? Then we get few years peace at least!" Azwokkuss' humming had an unmistakable chuckle to it. "Irreverent female! Gender change not matter of humor, very serious." "Maybe motherhood makes him tolerable, sweetens disposition," she retorted, eyes twinkling as she helped herself to the salad. Mandibles trembling, Azwokkuss laughed in his own peculiar way. "Maybe," he agreed. "But sadly more like him to take his place." "Are more of us, and every time he fights us in Council, more commit to our view," she said. "Today important, Annuur will talk of debt we owe Child race, that their trust of us abused by likes of Hkairass." The oval bronze head bobbed in agreement. "I know. Keep fine speech for him in Camarilla Council meeting." Her short ears drooped a little. "I find difficult to deal with Hkairass in Council. He intimidates me," she admitted. "Does it purposely," Azwokkuss replied, reaching out to push her bowl of delicacies closer. "You young, depends on it. At home, you rule one hundred of your people. Are you not Phratry Leader, equal to him? Let him not do this, then he will stop." Shvosi smiled and took a handful of sliced red peppery vegetables. "Easy to say. Today he wears the reds and yellows of determination, as well as exuding the scents to match." "Gives too much away. I wear blues and lilacs of tranquility for me, not to show others. Say to Hkairass you sit on him if upset you," he advised, nibbling the last of his food. She looked at him in shock. "It squash him if you sit on him," he elaborated, mandibles quivering in amusement. "Think it in mind when he at full flow. Flat TeLaxaudin no menace to you." She laughed. "You not alone today. I there in Unity with you, also Kuvaa, and Khassiss moves nearer our beliefs every time it comes up. Female TeLaxaudin opinions carry great weight with us as are older, more experienced. Also others of our belief will vote our way." He picked up his bowl of fruit flavored water and gently lapped at it. "I know," she began as through Unity they all heard the call to gather in the Council chamber. Skepp Lord Hkairass has a matter to Speak on that needs urgent discussion before the session involving Phratry Leader Annuur. Hurriedly, she snatched the last of her delicacies up and stuffed them into her mouth, chewing furiously. "You choke," he warned. "Got time. No can begin till all there." "Being late won't help," she mumbled, swallowing her food down then picking up her own drink and lapping furiously at it. "How is . . ." "Annuur fine," he said. "Took Tirak to him yesterday." The mandibles quivered again. "Payment for causing so much trouble to us in Camarilla." She laughed as she shuffled back from the table then dropped down onto her hoof-tipped forelimbs. "Was evil! Explanations would be demanded." "Yes," agreed Azwokkuss cheerfully as he got to his feet. "Was point. Tirak will forget when all Children are processed anyway. Annuur will not, maybe teach him circumspection." 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I'm slightly retarded. I've come to this conclusion as I've just done something rather silly.
It's taken me about a week to work out how to top up my mobile phone. Part of the problem was that my card was getting declined (and I couldn't work out why) – anyhow, it was simply a wrong postcode. However, I couldn't find a place with an alternative route for topping up.
Well, this morning (after a nice night in Manchester with a few friends) I decided to try and check the o2 site. They had an online top up – I then entered my number and credit card details – top up successful.
Anyhow, 10 minutes later and still no credit on my phone. Strange. I checked the confirmation and it says:
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This has been debited from account xxxx xxxx xxxx xxxx on Sat 06 Jun at 10:48:27.
So, what do you notice is missing? The actual number you've topped up. Checking the autocomplete on my browser, I realised I'd topped up a horrible hybrid of a couple of different numbers – not my number. Boo.
So, I tried to call o2 customer services, and needed to top up before I could get through. FAIL. So I called the guy, asked him not to spend the £15 – it wasn't his lucky day.. it was my bad luck. He found it funny, and said he'd let me know when the balance was removed.
So I then phone o2, having now topped up my own mobile with another £15. Cost me 25p.
I'm sorry, but once the credit has been paid for there is no way to refund a transaction.
Nice. I have a nice long transaction ID for the transaction. Surely they could use that. Nope. Poo Face.
So I phone the guy back to tell him it was his lucky day after all, and hoped that he'd use the £15 I'd just gifted him well. Rather than a nice little ditty and a bit of a joke, I got his girlfriend/wife/partner/female person.
She needs to be taught now to use a phone, as she answered with it still in her bag, and I heard her say
"Oh, it's that guy that called you earlier… wonder what he wants? Should I bother answering?"
YES YOU SHOULD! She then said 'Hi' and I told her:
"Hi, it's Andy the guy that phoned earlier. Well it must be your lucky day. O2 have refused to refund me the top-up, so you get to keep it. I hope you enjoy using my money. "
Her response – "right, bye."


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This little four day extended long-weekend that I planned, has been amazing. The perfect blend of all the things I need right now. My cousin and her husband are great to travel with and I am so grateful that in the (somewhat resented) absence of my own boyfriend, I don't feel like a third wheel.
Last year when TBHHH came to visit it rained nearly the entire time we were in lake country, but this year the sun is shining, the boats are out, the wineries are open, and the ice cream is in full supply.
It's been an amazing couple of days. I feel like I've gotten a bit of R&R, and done my best to keep my mind busy and off of the current man situation. That's been a refreshing change.
It's hard to have blind faith in something (or someone), because it opens me up to a world of vulnerabilities, but I simply can not believe that the best relationship I've ever been in has come to an end, without cause or explanation. And so I have no choice but to have faith that in time, he will come around… and if Ramadan ends and his visa extension is approved and I still don't hear from him, then I suppose at that time I'll have to face the realities of the situation and make a decision to move on. But until then, he deserves the benefit of the doubt.
…and so I've spent my mini-vacation with faith in my heart and an accumulating box of wine in the car. I figure at the end of this, one or both of them will be what pulls me through.
In the meantime, one last day at the beach is in order before the long drive home.


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Aqui está mais uma review de produtos recebidos no Lisbon Blinner, o sabonete oval Rosalface da Ach Brito. Cheira realmente muito bem, como a própria embalagem diz 'o romantismo de um bouquet de rosas num luxuoso sabonete oval'. Comparando aos sabonetes que costumo comprar em supermercados, este faz imensa espuma, é grande, dura imenso e deixa a pele a cheirar bem e macia. Além disso, sou fã de embalagens bonitas e esta enche-me as medidas. Recomendo ;)
I've been missing, but as a psychologist working in schools, the end of the school year drives me crazy with so many reports, documents, charts, lists, tables to do...especially since my computer decided to break down this month. But I decided to take a break from everything and come here for a second, I deserve it!
Here is one more review of products that I got at Lisbon Blinner, Rosalface soap from Ach Brito. It smells really good, as the package itself says 'the romanticism of a bouquet of roses in a luxurious oval soap'. Compared to the soaps that I usually buy in supermarkets, this one makes lots of foam, it's big, it lasts forever and it leaves the skin soft and smelling good. Also, I'm a fan of pretty packaging and this one is gorgeous. Recommended ;)
Até o Gustavo adora :)
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Father-in-law took thousands of Susan Powell photos
Steven Powell, convicted of voyeurism this year on evidence he'd taken photos of neighbor girls in the bath, had some 4,500 photos of his daughter-in-law, the missing Utah mother Susan Powell, on a computer at his home
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TACOMA — Thousands of images seized from the home of Susan Powell's father-in-law show the missing Utah mother as she walks in public and sits in her car — apparently unaware of the camera.
The photos, some of which are sexually suggestive, were obtained under public-records laws Thursday by The Associated Press, three years after Powell went missing.
Authorities uncovered the files while serving a search warrant last year at the home where her husband, Josh Powell, and father-in-law, Steve Powell, were living. Josh Powell killed himself and the couple's two young children earlier this year.
Some of the images, including those of neighbor girls bathing, helped convict Steve Powell of voyeurism this year.
Others show a variety of women, apparently unaware they're being photographed.
Powell was not charged with any crimes related to images of Susan Powell, but the files show she was often the focus of his lens. There are images of her walking through parking lots or sitting in her car. A computer at his home held nearly 4,500 images of her.
Some zoom in on her crotch or backside, including photos taken through blinds as she bends over to do laundry. None show her naked.
In journals that authorities have also made public, Powell describes himself as a "voyeur" and Susan as an "exhibitionist." He writes about taking sexual pleasure in looking at images of her.


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this title is confusing. please read this & let me explain.
i saw Never Say Never tonight. great movie. & i really respect the biebs. but one thing i noticed through the whole movie was these girls that were so emotionally attached to him. how attached i was by the end. there were girls crying their eyes out because they had the chance to be in the same place as him. how moved they were because they got to be a billion feet away from him.
now i'm not saying i'd do all that for justin, but i would definitely not do it for God. which is so so so wrong. i have this opportunity to spend all of my time in the world with the Creator of life & music itself. but i give Him maybe an hour a day. i'd give justin bieber so much more. i went to the jonas brothers concert a few years ago & sat about 3/4 of the way back & i cried for 3 songs. i get up close & personal with Jesus, who thought my time & love was to die for, & i rarely ever am moved to tears.
i was so convicted by this movie. God is inexpressibly better & higher & more worthy of worship & praise & adoration than biebs or anyone else of this world. but i don't treat His Love or His Word or His Time that way. all i'm saying is that i wanna be so much more of a Believer in God than a bielieber of anything in this world.
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One of many bands with ties to Fantagraphics, Fox Hollow features Eric Reynolds (the third arm to Gary and Kim) and his wife, Rhea (who used to do a lot around here but now does other things), Adam Grano (Art Director of TCJ, etc.), Kaela Graham, and Kevin Schlosser (both of whom have always had better things to do than work here). Fox Hollow just put their slick demo online. Check it out, totally free and exciting. Foxy Trivia: Let's Go! is no love song. "I know you're a busy man but I need your attention" is the subject line of, like, every submission that's ever crossed Eric's desk.
Fantagraphics Bookstore & Gallery's resident curator Larry Reid presented a very engaging and informative slide lecture on the topic "WEIRDOS: Seattle's Alternative Comics Culture in the Context of R. Crumb's Underground" at the Frye Art Museum in Seattle last night. Stay tuned — we'll be adapting Larry's presentation into an online feature here on the website in the near future.
It's time for your weekly installment of Steven Weissman's "Chocolate Cheeks"! In this week's strip: Spence, smacked, with a shiner and smashed specs! (Remember, you must be registered and logged in to read.)
I attended David Hajdu's excellent event at Town Hall last night, which featured (or so I gathered) a significantly different lecture from those given on the rest of his book tour. The lecture was to promote The 10 Cent Plague, Hajdu's excellent history of the crackdown on horror and crime comics of the 1950s, which promoted the Kefauver Senate Subcommittee hearings on juvenile deliquency and led to the formation of the Comics Code Authority. This event was put on by Nextbook, a non-profit organization that serves as a locus for Jewish literature, culture, and ideas; as such, Hajdu tailored his Town Hall event to how the creators of the era of The 10 Cent Plague employed comics to express their Jewish experience. For the evening's talk, Hajdu culled exclusively from interviews he conducted for the book that discussed Jewish identity but didn't make it into the final draft. So it was a night of bonus tracks, basically, which was great. He shared anecdotes from Will Eisner, Al Jaffee, Bob Oksner, Arnold Drake, Harry Lampert, Al Feldstein and many others. But the highlight was a rare film short Hajdu was generous enough to share, a piece of propaganda he obtained from the Library of Congress and filmed in the 1950s to promote the idea that comic books cause juvenile deliquency. Specifically (but not limited to), torture. I wish I could have shot the whole clip, but my digital camera can only film for about two minutes before running out of space. The film only gets better after these first two minutes, which are mostly introductory. It later becomes a dramatization of a group of suburban adolescents, all boys, happily hanging out in the woods, reading and trading comic books. The voice-over paints a more grim picture (I'm paraphrasing): "Look at these children. When I was a boy, we too gathered in gangs like this, but it was to roast potatoes or learn skills and build things, like a raft to put in the river. Never did we just sit around READING. And what are they reading?" Well, you can imagine. Tales of "sexual depravity, adultery, murder, etc." The sheer trauma of reading such pernicious filth turns the boys into a raving mob of sadists who con a younger boy into the woods, tie him to a tree, gag him, hold lit matches centimeters from his head and hair while slapping him around and punching knives into the tree he's bound to, and laughing in a way that makes me think Heath Ledger might have studied this film as research for the new Batman movie. It was like A Clockwork Orange starring the Little Rascals. Which is to say it was fantastic. I almost bought into it, it was so good. I might have thought going in that knives and matches contributed more to juvenile delinquency than comics, but screw that notion. Anyway, here's the clip. Thanks much to Mr. Hajdu for sharing with us. Buy his book (even though we didn't even publish it), it's good. It even has a killer Charles Burns cover. Now excuse me, I need to go roast some potatoes.
Tiny Showcase has just announced a special, signed edition of Ray Fenwick's amazing Hall of Best Knowledge. Every single copy of Ray Fenwick's Hall of Best Knowledge preordered through Tiny Showcase will be signed by Ray. Each copy of the book comes packaged with a set of 10 bookplates, designed by Ray, for a low price of $26. The 3" by 4" bookplates are gum-backed, ready to apply to your most prized novels, textbooks, zines, and survival guides. The 10 bookplates come packaged in a foil-stamped library due date pocket. This is a very special signed preorder, so we should tell you that yes, the quantities are limited. Tiny Showcase will stop taking orders for signed copies on Tuesday morning, April 22. So get on it already. What the critics are saying: "This is a life-passage story that reveals itself as such so slyly that the joy and loving humilty it evokes at the end are breathtaking." Ray Olson, Booklist "Fenwick has taken a high-brow route to the art of comedy. Hall of Best Knowledge is several things rolled into one: a bizarre self-help book; an eccentric college text; a guide to life from the unlikeliest of guides. It's hard to categorize (typographical novel? graphic metafiction?), even harder to explain." Mark Medley, National Post "In addition to a neat bit of ventriloquism, Fenwick shows off dazzling visual originality in his eye-spinning use of pattern and lettering in Hall of Best Knowledge... The lettering melds with its environment as surely as letters in an illuminated manuscript blend with their angels and acanthus leaves." PRINT
I enjoyed this candid interview with the legendary Francoise Mouly about her new Toon Books line for little kiddies (and which are beautifully designed by MOME's Jonathan Bennett, which is why Jonathan has missed the last few issues). I particularly enjoyed this part: MOULY: "'If you really want to work for us,' says the head of Scholastic, 'You could help us do the comic book version of Shrek 2.'" (laughs) Q: And of course you jumped at that. A: You have Art Spiegelman and Francoise Mouly in your office and they're begging to be in your employ so of course you find them the perfect thing. The comic book adaptation of the movie which is a sequel of an adaptation of a book by a cartoonist? Yes, of course, we're going to jump on that. Too rich.
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1 After the Sabbath, in the early dawn of the first day of the week, Mary of Magdala and the other Mary came to see the sepulchre. | 1 After the Sabbath, at dawn on the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to look at the tomb. |
2 But to their amazement there had been a great earthquake; for an angel of the Lord had descended from Heaven, and had come and rolled back the stone, and was sitting upon it. | 2 There was a violent earthquake, for an angel of the Lord came down from heaven and, going to the tomb, rolled back the stone and sat on it. |
3 His appearance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow. | 3 His appearance was like lightning, and his clothes were white as snow. |
4 For fear of him the guards trembled violently, and became like dead men. | 4 The guards were so afraid of him that they shook and became like dead men. |
5 But the angel said to the women, "As for you, dismiss your fears. I know that it is Jesus that you are looking for--the crucified One. | 5 The angel said to the women, "Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. |
6 He is not here: He has come back to life, as He foretold. Come and see the place where He lay. | 6 He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay. |
7 And go quickly and tell His disciples that He has risen from the dead and is going before you into Galilee: there you shall see Him. Remember, I have told you." | 7 Then go quickly and tell his disciples: 'He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him.' Now I have told you." |
8 They quickly left the tomb and ran, still terrified but full of unspeakable joy, to carry the news to His disciples. | 8 So the women hurried away from the tomb, afraid yet filled with joy, and ran to tell his disciples. |
9 And then suddenly they saw Jesus coming to meet them. "Peace be to you," He said. And they came and clasped His feet, bowing to the ground before Him. | 9 Suddenly Jesus met them. "Greetings," he said. They came to him, clasped his feet and worshiped him. |
10 Then He said, "Dismiss all fear! Go and take word to my brethren to go into Galilee, and there they shall see me." | 10 Then Jesus said to them, "Do not be afraid. Go and tell my brothers to go to Galilee; there they will see me." |
11 While they went on this errand, some of the guards came into the city and reported to the High Priests every detail of what had happened. | 11 While the women were on their way, some of the guards went into the city and reported to the chief priests everything that had happened. |
12 So the latter held a conference with the Elders, and after consultation with them they heavily bribed the soldiers, | 12 When the chief priests had met with the elders and devised a plan, they gave the soldiers a large sum of money, |
13 telling them to say, "His disciples came during the night and stole his body while we were asleep." | 13 telling them, "You are to say, 'His disciples came during the night and stole him away while we were asleep.' |
14 "And if this," they added, "is reported to the Governor, we will satisfy him and screen you from punishment." | 14 If this report gets to the governor, we will satisfy him and keep you out of trouble." |
15 So they took the money and did as they were instructed; and this story was noised about among the Jews, and is current to this day. | 15 So the soldiers took the money and did as they were instructed. And this story has been widely circulated among the Jews to this very day. |
16 As for the eleven disciples, they proceeded into Galilee, to the hill where Jesus had arranged to meet them. | 16 Then the eleven disciples went to Galilee, to the mountain where Jesus had told them to go. |
17 There they saw Him and prostrated themselves before Him. Yet some doubted. | 17 When they saw him, they worshiped him; but some doubted. |
18 Jesus however came near and said to them, "All power in Heaven and over the earth has been given to me. | 18 Then Jesus came to them and said, "All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. |
19 Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations; baptize them into the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit; | 19 Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, |
20 and teach them to obey every command which I have given you. And remember, I am with you always, day by day, until the Close of the Age." | 20 and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age." |
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[1177] Synchronous Endometrioid Adenocarcinomas in the Ovary and Uterus Are Less Likely Two Independent Primaries
N Sherwood, JF Silverman, SD Finkelstein, MA Khalifa, N Ismiil, V Dube, S Nofech-Mozes, RS Saad. Allegheny General Hospital, Pittsburgh, PA; RedPath Integrated Pathology, Pittsburgh, PA; Sunnybrook Health Sciences Center/University of Toronto, Toronto, ON, Canada
Background: Histologic criteria have a limited role in determining whether synchronous endometrioid adenocarcinomas in the ovary and uterus represent two independent primaries or a metastatic event. Each of the two scenarios has its own staging and therapeutic implication. We carried out a molecular analysis of synchronous tumors to determine whether they are originating from a single (metastatic) or different clones (two primaries).
Design: We studied 28 patients with synchronous endometrioid tumors. The mutational profile for each neoplasm and time course of mutation acquisition was determined using PCR and quantitative genotyping for a broad panel of LOH markers targeting 1p,3p,5q,9p,10q,17p,17q,21q,22q and k-ras-2 sequencing. Extent of concordant mutational markers, specific alleles affected and temporal sequence of mutation acquisition was correlated, with clinical, pathologic and outcome features when available to validate relatedness determination. Cancers were considered to be one tumor with metastasis when over 50% of the mutational markers were concordant and temporal sequence of mutation acquisition was preserved. Independent primaries were determined to be present when these criteria were not met.
Results: Molecular analysis showed discordant mutations in 6/28 cases (21%), supporting the diagnosis of de novo primaries. All six cases showed low FIGO grade, no/superficial myometrial invasion and no cervical involvement, lymphovascular invasion (LVI) or lymph node metastasis. Both ovarian and endometrial endometrioid adenocarcinomas shared the same mutations, revealing a metastatic lesion in 22/28 cases (79%). These cases showed low FIGO grade in all cases (22/22, 100%), no/superficial invasion in 16/22 (73%), no LVI in 19/22 (86%), and negative lymph node metastases in 18/22 (82%). Ovarian tumors were grade 1 in 9/22 (41%); grade 2 in 10/22 (45%) and grade 3 in 3/22 (14%) cases.
Conclusions: In the majority of cases, clinicopathological features of synchronous ovarian and endometrial endometrioid adenocarcinomas are not helpful to differentiate between primary versus metastatic tumors. In this study, molecular testing shows that the majority of synchronous ovarian and endometrial endometrioid carcinomas represent metastatic events rather than independent primaries.
Category: Gynecologic & Obstetrics
Monday, March 22, 2010 9:30 AM
Poster Session I Stowell-Orbison/Surgical Pathology/Autopsy Awards Poster Session # 161, Monday Morning


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Infections by attaching and effacing (A/E) bacterial pathogens, such as Escherichia coli O157:H7, pose a serious threat to public health. Using a mouse A/E pathogen, Citrobacter rodentium, we show that interleukin-22 (IL-22) has a crucial role in the early phase of host defense against C. rodentium. Infection of IL-22 knockout mice results in increased intestinal epithelial damage, systemic bacterial burden and mortality. We also find that IL-23 is required for the early induction of IL-22 during C. rodentium infection, and adaptive immunity is not essential for the protective role of IL-22 in this model. Instead, IL-22 is required for the direct induction of the Reg family of antimicrobial proteins, including RegIIIbeta and RegIIIgamma, in colonic epithelial cells. Exogenous mouse or human RegIIIgamma substantially improves survival of IL-22 knockout mice after C. rodentium infection. Together, our data identify a new innate immune function for IL-22 in regulating early defense mechanisms against A/E bacterial pathogens.
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