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This page could be so much more than what it is now. There are countless examples of painting in the shows, many artists and many storylines that are central to those artists. Anyone wanna take on the challange of fixing it up?Jlandeen 08:03, 2 July 2009 (UTC)

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I didn't want to move the thread on cargo pants/shorts off topic so I figured it would be best to start a new one, so:
I wear cargo shorts quite a bit and have been considering sewing some velcro inside of the cargo pockets of a couple of pairs to make a modular holster/mag attachment point.
A couple of wide strips in the pocket matched to a large enough piece attached to the backside of a pocket holster should keep the gun in place and upright no matter what activity is being done.
It seems like a decent way to carry a BUG or a magholder.
Thoughts on this idea?


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NFDA Home > News & Events > Death Notices > John T. Bailey
general manager of Mount Olivet Cemetery Association (MOCA), died April 25, 2012, at age 95. Bailey attended Texas Christian University and Cumberland Law School, graduating with a law degree. He joined the Texas National Guard 36th Infantry Division and served in World War II as an assistant to the adjutant general of the 79th Infantry Division and Ninth U.S. Army Headquarters. After the war, Bailey joined his father in the cemetery business. In 1952, he transitioned the cemeteries from private ownership to a not-for-profit and created MOCA, which owns and operates Greenwood, Mount Olivet and Arlington Funeral Homes and Cemeteries. Bailey was a past president of the Texas Cemeteries Association, American Cemetery Association (now the International Cemetery, Cremation and Funeral Association) and the Western Cemetery Alliance. He is survived by his daughters and grandchildren.


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The Multilingual Search Blog covers Exalead CEO Francois Bourdoncle taking a big stick and swinging at Google in a keynote talk at SES Paris. He positions his own service as potentially the savior for those in Europe worried about the "Google monster." Beyond Google, he also criticizes Yahoo and Microsoft for collaborating on a "closed" sitemaps protocol. I'd say the Cold War against American-based search engines is going up a notch.
Let's deal with the Google Monster idea first:
The press in particular should be worried about becoming sub-contractors of Google, he said. Whilst at present Google News brings plenty of traffic to sites under the brand names of the press outlets, this would change to Google's brand in the future.
Actually, Google News has always operated under the Google brand. So much for that secret Google master plan, I guess. In fact, despite using the Google brand, I just covered some stats yesterday showing how Google sends upwards of 22 percent of traffic to newspapers sites.
Of course, Bourdoncle may have meant that in the future, Google will actually host content on Google itself, saving people from making a click through to news sites. Possible. And if so, ironically the newspapers may have themselves to blame. Go back to my write-up about the AP deal with Google. How exactly Google will make more use of AP content remains to be seen. But I explained that there's good reason that Google might host AP content on Google itself, similar to what Topix does.
Google's largely seen to have cut the AP deal in part because the AP may have been threatening legal action. Do a deal, the issue over spidering goes away -- and Google can host news content on its own site. As more companies clamor for deals (such as in Belgium this week), Google might transform into a content hosting service rather than pointing to content elsewhere.
By the way, Yahoo News already operates this way, hosting plenty of news content of its own. So even if Google goes that route, why haven't news organizations been complaining about the Yahoo monster? My guess would be that once you cut deals to host content, you seem less monstrous. And that works again against what Bourdoncle warns. If Google does host content, the news organization should be happy given they will have done the partnering to make that happen.
Bourdoncle isn't the only search engine to swing a torch around to rally the villagers against the Frankenstein's monster of Google. Microsoft just did this last month. CEO Steve Ballmer positioned Google as "transferring the wealth out of the hands of rights holders." Microsoft, of course, does much of the crawling and content gathering that Google does. It's hard to see how it is somehow more altruistic.
Such statements make good headlines, and I'd say they're going to play even better in Europe, which has watched the search industry rise into generating billions of dollars for America, rather than euros for Europe. There are also some serious cultural and political issues to consider. Many people may simply be more comfortable using a service that grew natively from their own country. I don't discount these worries and have great respect for them. I just dislike much of the scare mongering I also see that often feels like politicians and private companies hoping to position their own agendas, rather than a common good.
Such worries are one reason the Quaero project emerged, a planned multimedia search engine that will get government funds. I've likened this to being a Boeing versus Airbus challenge in the search world -- and also covered how Europe has had no lack of native technology already that grew without government subsidies.
Exalead is part of the Quaero project, though I remain confused about how to find more about it and what exactly it is doing. There used to be a site here that brings up nothing but a logon page. I've also seen the Quaero.org site referred to as the home of the project. That's entirely in French and German, and my German remains pretty bad. But I'm pretty sure I don't even see the word Quaero mentioned there.
Anyway, it's long been on my list to catch-up on the project. Chris Sherman's out in France today, and I think he's actually planning to talk with Exalead about Quaero more. So stay tuned.
Finally, Google wasn't alone for criticism:
He also criticised the new sitemaps collaboration announced by Google, Yahoo and MSN at Pubcon in Las Vegas. He said, "The sitemaps specification is not nice and open and it not nice and closed". He believes the initiative aims to close the door to new entrants to the market place.
Frankly, I disagree. Google's had a sitemaps system out for over a year. In that time, I heard not one word out of Exalead that it thought it made sense that this should be expanded to be supported by other search engines. Now Google, Yahoo and Microsoft agreed to a common specification. Exalead could jump into supporting that now, if they wanted. They could also produce a rival format, if they wanted (and what joy that would be). But instead, what they support is a single page-by-page submission feature. Criticizing a bulk submission feature of your rivals when you offer none of your own doesn't win points in my book.
Instead, I'd say the real issue is that Exalead didn't get to sit at the big table in working out the agreement along with the other three. That is unfortunate, just as I felt Ask should have been included as well. Exalead is an excellent search engine that deserves the attention of both searchers and the search engine industry alike -- as is Ask.
Not being included from the start was unfortunate, but forgivable, as long as we see a working group expand going forward. I'm all for that, though I don't want expansion to slow things down. It also makes sense that the market leaders -- the services with the most queries and thus the most attention from site owners -- are going to take the lead in these things.
Postscript: Quest for a Euro-Google from the BBC earlier this year provides a longer look at Quaero and Exalead's involvement.


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I see the wrinkles in your suntanned brow, You carried burdens then; you see them now. You've heard the cries your people who in pain, Have shed their tears two hundred years like rain. Your sad brown eyes, reflecting now the sky I see the wings of eagles flying by Beside you stands an Appaloosa mare Her spirit one with you now over there. You hear the drums, they bid you to come near, Your spirit drawn the beats they ring so clear. Song like prayers are chanted through the night, Calling you come, and help them end their plight. You've heard sad cries and now stand at their side, You join the prayers with both arms open wide, United spirits sing until the dawn, When in the fire's flames a golden fawn. Remembering a smile crosses your face, When tribes were one with Mother Nature's grace. The lakes and streams flowing with waters clear, Flow sadly now, the planet lives in fear. The weightless feathers that adorn your head Your tribes grey future weighed you down instead. Now breathing deep you smell the winds of change While here on earth your people rearrange. Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 10.21.2014 Giorgio A.V. Contest Iambic Pentameter 1st place
~~The Wind~~ --- Look into my eyes Follow me into a world of ecstasy There and only there Will you find the peace to unwind --- Beautiful brown eyes not blue Shady lids, stunning ocean view Embracing every word Hear the wind whispers your name Come with me Drown with me Into the abyss of loving rain Embrace this moment as I draw you in with words Release you with the warmth -------I was there I Share--I take I LOVE--I HATE Into my arms I am the charm Around your neck Around your wrist Listen to the voice from my beating heart It yearns The freedom of touch The freedom of speech. Of love, Of purity Like the wind I'll find my way Into your heart Arouse the cheerful energy Of your insecurity and pen Follow me into the sea There we will fall into the deep Build sand castles Around dreams of reality Slip into my aura light Set to the rhythm of the oceanic night Now, listen to the breeze It's called out your name It's only a matter of time---------------- You'll find yourself calling out...... mine by; PD Dedicated to all my loving friends & fans :-)
Giving Thanks In advance, I wish to heal the mind, body, and soul Thanking all God's creatures Coating all my expressions from- -Yesterday, today, and tomorrow Conceal every worry, Focus on the goodness that fills my spirit with thankfulness And, well, honored comments. This is a rich tribute to: All Poetry Soup Poets, with grateful and appreciating hearts Enjoy the time, you give each and every Poets :)
What if Mother Nature retired, and I applied for her position? How would I dare to assume, her un-ending cycles; her secret duties? Could I invoke such power, or must I simply become her? Spin myself into a cocoon of natural faith. Let the atoms of the cosmos transform my light into spirit. Would I then emerge, complete with every force of mystery? Awaken each day with pink mist, and burn each evening sky with crimson? Command each leaf, each breath and every symphony of living? Would I wear her gowns of argent, lavender and aqua; step lightly on mossy stones, and dance upon silver meadows? Grace the heavens in cloud-white glinting wings and in the depths of darkest night bear stars, filled with the promise of every beginning? Suzanne Delaney
Mary Rose, the mighty sailing sea vessel glided majestically across the waves She had robustly and bravely sailed the briny waves for many a night and day With the ocean's heaving gusting squalls blowing off proud stern and mast Sailing victorious and proud - her billowing white sails were cast The calm, liquid waters of the sea flowed quietly purple for now- Unaware of the coming storm that would beat furious against her bow Her alabaster sails whipped violent and furious in the oncoming storm Impending doom was yelling its cries while the seamen went unwarned Down below, inside their cabins the seamen peacefully slept Wrapped in the secure watch that their gallant captain kept The oceans black, boiling waves beat savage against starboard and port As Captain Noe standing fearless - at first quake, did not the storm report The old wooden beams of the Mary Rose began to restlessly moan and creak While the blackened roaring, rolling waves beat furious against her feet Her alabaster sails rose proud- beating mighty against wailing squalls and gusts While deep inside the bow in bunks, the sleeping seamen thrust Suddenly...they heard the captain's distraught voice cry out When the seamen heard his voice -they heard fear without doubt "Awake, all of ye' ", Captain Noe forcefully roared "Alive! Awake… all ye' seaman come quickly up on board"! The savage spirit of the sea reigned fierce with rage and fear While the brave captain fought - loyal seaman brought up the rear They courageously fought together - not silenced by the eye of death As the sea raged violently against them with its brutal, menacing breath To save their mighty Mary Rose, they'd dip their very souls in blood Leaving themselves merciless against this drunken, mighty flood With plank and bow standing fierce between them and their fate The raging ocean's fierce, blackened waves - the sea they could not hate The morning brought the warming sun which rose broad above the waves The winds had tamed their violent voice against captain and seaman brave With unshakable courage and seaman's wit not once were spirits broke Each cheered his mate and captain strong as they fought with steady stroke Their peril fought in days of danger and night filled with pain Their manly courage did not wane - their fight was not in vain For all the courageous seamen and their brave Captain Noe Joined together in hand and spirit to save...their proud Mary Rose
Extraordinary, I am Craving for unusual thoughts Endless exploration without boundary Understanding the gift I shouldn't fought Invisible drawings in my mind Playing with the words in my head My passion The food of my soul I feel so lucky The random thoughts A lifetime companion A self esteem builder A goal planner Be my forever life saver I write more I talk less I want to please I chose to bore What tickles me the most Is to know what I'm for Thinking is my love When my mind goes empty That's when I hate My day dreaming lust Organizing things in my mind Playing roles of simulation Where images of art is my vision And words of attitude is my heart
Sunflower Yellow Black-seeded Soaking Shimmering Sun Serenity Showing Sturdy Sensitivity Plant
Land of the free Home of the slaves The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate Amongst the soil where they were slain I'm hearing their struggle I'm feeling their pain I can't imagine being forced to part from my family All for massa's gain So I pay homage to those who promoted change People like every slave who tried to escape Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman And the safe houses who were in accord And peg leg Joe with his song Follow the drinking gourd. People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard And who was dismissed and defamed The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names The list could go on The full will never be told So I pay homage to others who were bold Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, Langston Hughes and Charles Drew George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks Who's death by the way Symbolized the American lie You cant declare the rights of all men While the people of African decent rights get denied But still we rise Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen None who were showed any love Yeah it's an uphill battle, But obviously greatness can be done. We can rise above this stigma That blacks are lazy and daunting That our worth is null and void And in essence minus nothing And of all the names mentioned And the greatness of their successes No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind And once you have experienced just a taste of it It changes your perception of time The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom It's mine
And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand A gentle call that urges my soul forth The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk Between the stones and ash of all that once was I stand in the echoing silence of the rain It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body I feel at once as if I am home Standing amid two dimensions Caught between two skies - here and there The night wraping around me in warmth The gentle wind lifting me off my feet Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body and I am left just a soul, an essence The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof Beckoning me into its depth I stand among the reeds in the basin They dance and sway as if welcoming me And I sway with them back Caught up in the power that charges the air That threatens to sweep me away If the ground will just loosen its hold The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl And I get pleasently lost within it I am so small compared to its vastness I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars A sigh drifts from my lips There is no need of thought to stay afloat There is no demand to breathe in air No crushing weight upon my chest As my lungs struggle to survive There are no struggles here I make my bed on blackened clouds And give in to the call The storm has claimed me as its own It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground When the storm would call me home
I pray for mother Mother! You could have stayed Forever was my longing Oh mother! Does it really have to be you? Mothers are too special to lose You gave me life mother You raised me into a man I am today I will forever be grateful to you Out of nothing, you gave me food Out of nothing, you clothed me Out of nothing, you sent me to school Oh mother! You were the best In your shadow I had shade You called me Father. For I carried grandfather's name Now I understand how special I was to you You felt grandfather in me Who will ever call me that again? I forbid my thoughts to go deep For the deeper it goes, the deeper it hurts I can still hear your voice mother I can still see you in my dreams You left without saying good-bye, Were you mad at me mother? Deep in my heart, you will always have a home My sisters and brothers are heartbroken They are all grown up But they still need you Mother Do you still remember your grandchildren? The youngest is not yet a year old She will never see your beautiful smile mother You could have waited So she does something for you Fetch water or call you grandmother We all miss you mother It's hard to know you are never coming back One after another We will join you mother We are not afraid of death any more For we have a place with you God almighty will meet us someday Then I will see you for myself again We will talk and laugh Just like we used too Now you live in a far away land We can't change that, not even God almighty I will teach my heart to live without you mother Though it is hard I will learn to miss you I will learn to live without you But I will never forget you It's the body I will never see Your time is gone Mother Now you live in a new world There you will never grow old There you will never die I have peace in my heart For I am reconciled by God's mercy My father in heaven comforted me Now I know you are happy there The pain I felt The pain that tortured me Will never torment me again You departed with all my tears With all my strength With all my hope And with all my faith But God gave me a thousand reasons to smile In am now back on track Rest in peace dear mother, It was the will of God Who am I to question him? I never did when you were given to me And somehow I knew this day will come Let his name be exalted We meet again Mother This I know.
I long to see Guanacos Leap and fly Over verdant grasses And hills on high; Watch small Chulengos Nurtured by their side Learn to leap their way Fills the heart with pride. Patagonian mountains Is their home, A place where these wild Creatures love to roam. Torres del Paine looks down Where they graze, Snowcapped in winter And sure to amaze, Lends picturesque beauty To the wild herds. To capture this vision, There are no words. I long to see Guanacos leap and fly Over verdant grasses And hills on high.
Bug Destiny Round tiny bug moves slow along the garden path Avoiding traffic as it trudges along Carries the hardened armor of its ancestry Down there too, through the centuries The weight of that nobility With it, on its back, through history Portals of time laid out in its direction Its lineage developed skills for battles In darkened bitter caves With aging somber rocks in far off lands And along the seasoned shores Over millions and billions of years Ants search day and night for this small creature Little round bugs are a staple on their menu They will not rest until This morsel is served up in honor of their queen Solo insect as black as death Stands by in armor ready Ants take their forces onward against the drop of day Their tiny march relentless, endless and grave Black bug hunkers down in his encasing Waiting In case bad things should happen And to survive another day The army attacks Storms in on solo bug in stark surprise With concise incisions ready Sharp mandibles set to dissect it on the spot Little bug has one last trick It tastes of sour and stinky feet The ants retreat defeated Round bug makes its rounds about the garden gate In its cultivated aged defense makes it to another day Future generations will praise this day That kept their kind alive Depriving queen ant of a nasty meal Of destinies surprise
Temperature dip urban leaves turned Autumn, sniffing around for a place to settle no Farmer's Market in San Francisco today.
You would assume I am thirsty in this dire heat, Or that my needles would cause others to quickly retreat, You would conclude that my flowers were only for show Or that if someone didn't water me I would never grow, But what you don't see in plain eye sight Is that I am flourishing with waters of integrity and might, Under these thorns you call choked up defenses Breeds the strength to survive all forms and pretenses, To you I require little maintenance… but I know better, I know how to absorb all I need in good and bad weather, For I was strategically placed in this atmosphere, All I need dwells in my structure enabling me to stay clear Of beasts that lurk when sandstorms arise, When mirages start to mesmerize, When signs and wonders appear in fallen skies, And soldiers forget to break ancient soul ties, I stand my post and flaunt my spikes, A cactus heart survives all flights. By: Sabina Nicole Written: In a Very dry Place Contest: Forgot
In decaying fall, They, deadened colours abound Leaves granted leave, gown .
She prowls the night with clenched jaw and pride, nothing able to smite her remorseless stride. The ominous reflection of moon shines forth from devouring eyes of a nocturnal beauty spun on the loom of the Creator's bid and sighs. Grace moves her every limb and she precedes an enraged scream caused by ruins of a forest now grim and held alive by all but one stream. Her claws prophesy of vengeance though her heart yearns for reconciliation. Yet now there would be no leniency for a soul's annihilation. Now on journeys through lush valleys and ashes she will embark until all that remains after furious thrashes will be the tigress' mark.
The soul of the crab Oh how she hides behind that shell Lets no one see her feelings She's practical in everything But those feelings have her reeling She's sensitive, and hurt easy And her moods they be so many And yet she has not one bad bone Malice, she has not any. She be the one for queen and country Digs into history She's always loyal to her kin She loves her family She'll protect them with her life Don't no one touch her man!!! She has a brilliant memory And she'll get you when she can. Her mother, she loves very much But her children more than that Wherever there be family That's where she would be at And how she loves to entertain And cook delicious food And always she will be a mother In her heart will be her brood 9 August 2013 @ 2000hrs.
Beauty even dead Still guiding souls to the void A beauty with death
Tonight, the full moon blooms And foils the looming gloom. The remnant doom from noon Has lost it's bullish tune. And embraces dusk's eerie cool. The village square it illuminates Arena of moonlight tales of late The little ones gather and wait While the elderly engage in debates And the goats noisily ruminates The bright night, lights sparks Of bliss and joy in trees' barks The tall iroko whistle in parks Where young lovers end their tracks And skimpy skirts lose their tacks The son of perdition frets unsure The thief in the night fears exposure The pirate sailor steers from ashore The night fisherman denied action For the kind light bathes the ocean Tonight, the full moon beams proud As the town crier makes his round Belting forth a piercing sound. While the town's chorus echoes loud The stage is set for the yearning crowd
On a silent night In a kingdom by the sea Bright moon and star On dark mindnight sky Shine silently above Mermaid's loud cry Shallow tears lay Into depths of hearts Who seek paradise In a kingdom by the sea Where daylight doesn't reach Their eyes won't see You won't find peace There's no heaven for thee No sunrise would you witness Nor sweet Annabel Lee In a kingdom by the sea Whoever you may be No soul breaks free From sweet Annabel Lee Whatever drowns remains In a kingdom by the sea
Who shall dare to die or to love among the Furies? Not carry us by lustiness rather by the purpose, wisdom Whose radiant rage welcomes you and the ambiguities? And if that unfair, dropsy with pain, then none creates martyrdom; To recall part of our age, oh bone! The hide prize From our own mistake in front of the angers and crimes Aside what left, for in the bloody world that appear to allegorize And the hate melt cannot freeze from the above cleomes; Remember we pass through, seal by a target unseen From a God to subserve in massive, superlove, with such thing Longingly upon the unforgiving hills from that delirious tween Of the idea, screaming from every angles the abjuring Horizon in red; and throw into inflammation, A day end, nothing to reconcile, a caste of passion.
SHE glides with grace, like one in love with love itself and all that's lush; and when the mythic sprites above unloose her from the morning's blush, she descends like the milk-white dove with the notes of a singing thrush. With golden locks, as light as air, and liquid, limpid eyes most blue, none is like her or can compare to her beauty and lovely hue which lift the humble souls that dare come to her for her balmy dew. As wind and air Nymph and a muse with the nimbused crest of a saint which no man can therefore refuse or with mean words tarnish or taint,-- then let all Creatures freely choose to honor her without constraint. 1.) Ngoc Nguyen; 2.) Nature motif; 3.) for "Impress me II ! ( Old/New )" Contest
Goats They're everywhere These pretty little creatures On the serpent road to Exmouth They be some of the features Along with Emus, Kangaroos And handsome birds of prey These little goats be bountiful They're all along the way. They be domestic goats Who've gone back to the wilds Where they have bred one million fold. As one moves along the miles These little goats be seen so much In their many shades and hues Don't know where they got their water It be tough country too. The weather here be hot and dry As the sun bakes everything And mostly here no rain does fall To drinking water bring. And yet these goats look healthy as Such nimble little beasts You'd see some dead there in the road As the crows do have their feast. That be the price of progress That poor beasts have to die That be the curse of human beings Sometimes it makes me cry Yet still they be so plentiful These handsome little guys Another little part of nature That make love in me rise.
A large tree stands alone as it has for countless seasons. The width of its trunk wrings admiration from the soul. It is stong grounded and permanent. It draws all of its needs to it. Its roots, the reason it exists are unseen, underground. They grip the ground, they suck the earth, they quest for its survival, as its branches sway serenely above. There is wisdom, balance and surrender to elements, be they wind or rain or fire. Time in between each millenium sees a tree, forever standing.
In the spirit of the loss of a comrade (friend outside PS), who kicked the bucket on 20th of this month, coupled with the news about the death of Linda's (Pd) mother, revealed by SKAT via her blog of 29th of the same month, I sincerely surrender my pen to mourn the dead. _______________________________________ WE MOURN OURSELVES With no knowledge of that day That God would call your name Your sojourn with us we cherished On your departure we did the same Our heart tore when we lost you You didn't go home all alone For part of us went with you From the moment God called you home You left us blissful memories Your kindness and love remains our guide There you're, we can't see you But you're always on our mind This world you came alone And this and us you left behind For the next world we know Would leave none of us behind Your chain of friendship was broken From the day God called you home The gist, the grins, the cheers… are no more Left with you are your deeds in that new home Your rope of kinship was severed And things seized to seem the same But when God takes us one by one Our rope would tie and we'd all have a name ________________________________________ I mourned with we the living and the dead I believe we live to die On the ground that death is inevitable.
Owls, Silent Magic In Flight Owls in flight glide so deadly silent prey dies so quickly and violent Claws just as sharp as a razor knife nightime is the owl's hooting life! Resting in tall trees in the hollow the night's moon they have to follow No shrieks as they swoop down on prey owl's eating demands business not play! A beauty shines with feathers and eyes smooth flight in dark forested skies Owls are held to be old and very wise to love and admire if one simply tries! A treasure to love and attempt to protect Tragic if we fail due to ignorance and neglect! 07/27/2014 Night Owl - Poetry Contest Sponsor -Kelly Deschler
Termite Country We're heading north to Exmouth, Carnarvon we've just passed. We be driving up a serpent road, As the country seems so vast. It's hot outside, but in this van, The air cons on and all, As all along the road we pass, Little goats, so beautiful…. And everywhere, most endlessly, There's a billion termite mounds. Like baked brown little mountains, They're everywhere around. We stopped near one, I marveled, That a tiny beast, and blind! Could build these blessed monuments, It nearly blew my mind. I took me then some photographs Of these engineering feats, As I let the awe and wonder, Into my dull mind seep. In such a vast, still country, In the silence of the way, Those mounds stood out so powerful, In the heat of a sunburned day. 2003
I see a meadow, Simple and plain, But it speaks to me, And it speaks of the fallen men, And all its seen slain. Flowers bloom at its edge, Seems of a comforting place, But it spoke to me, It spoke of the war, Man to man, race to race, From its edges to beyond the ever far. Only green, green grass, But I can see it now, Red blood upon the field, And the courage the men must wield. I can hear the shouts, From the broken meadow, From all it has seen, It shall never forget, What it must clean. Blood soaked meadow, Bodies beneath the earth, Where war was once fought, Is now a place of mirth. No one knows, Only the meadow and I, Of the many horrid things, That took place that day. I look below me, And grieve, For the fallen and dead, As the tears beckon my sleeve. The meadow, As lonely as it may seem, And the beauty it now holds, We know the truth, So I sit, and never move, As the rest of its story unfolds. I can see it all, I shall never forget. One day, Another shall pass, To see a meadow, Simple and plain, And I will rise, To tell them of those who had been slain.
The blue waters, The green trees, The blue skies, The light breeze, The crisp air, The birds sing, The puffed clouds; The awakening.
An earthly existence A universe beyond my minds, comprehension I die I rise Life lessons reviewed Homeward bound I am not lost, after all! I am a willing participant Serving, the Father, of all creation His son combined, 'producing life' as we know it Representing them, in everything I do I am nothing, without Love! My heart full of faith, loyal service I give Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me Worshipping our Divine Creator's existence Choosing to live, moment to moment Being as one with 'Our Universal Father' No physical permanency My physicality, disappearing My mortality existence, I let go of Death temporary My spirit alive! Relief, Peace 'I am only passing through!' A unique, experience of mortality A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!
Snow Song Tonight, just this once, I need everyone to agree with me To see what I see, the reality they refuse to believe. Tonight just once, I need to set the her inside me free, A note on a stave, no longer chained to a melody. Tonight just this once I need to spread open paper wings. Crepe veils of iridescent UN discovered things. Tonight I need to listen to the snowflakes and icicles sing. To glissade down crystal branches around the moons silver ring. Tonight for an instant, I am going to feed into the delusions Stretch wide and far past the restraints of being human. Tonight, casting stars in all the cracks of perfect ruin. Silken circles of multifaceted and attractive confusion. Tonight I'm embracing all the questions with unknown answers. No longer resenting the figure eights of life's pirouetting dancer. Tonight I can relate to the hunger of this soulless obsidian cancer. Watery lips, azure finger tips this beautiful cerulean disaster. Tonight through new eyes, I travel forgotten trails And release a single burning breath I never got to exhale. For Tonight my soul's voice finally spells her tale A pearlescent cadenza of falling snow, innocent and pale.
SPRING SHOWERS S oon the rains fall to replenish mother earth P lanting beauty for all it's glorious worth R enewing life and splendor so very divine I n step with Nature and God's holy shrine N ew life bursting ever magnificently forth G iving relief from cold winds from the North S tarting billions of new lives serving us all H eaping green all over this very precious ball O nly this can replenish fruits of mother Earth W hen the soil needs sweet liquid to gift birth E ach drop serves to maintain Nature's firm grasp R oaring down with each promise so dearly in clasp S hifting fertile soil like a very finely honed rasp Robert J. Lindley, 06-15-2014 Francine Roberts Contest Name , Summer Acrostic, 1)Spring Showers , 2) Summer Rain, 3)Morning Breaks 4) On the Beach, 5) Vacation Time 6)Summer Sunset 7) The Sun's Rays 8) Summer Moon.... Pick one of these for your acrostic and post the form as acrostic (even if it's also a rhyme) and also use it as your poems title.
The Soul of the Bull. The one with Taurus in her chart She's loyal, tough and strong She likes to spend each day in peace To the earth she does belong Patience is a trait of hers And she loves to laze around But if one chose to anger her An enemy they've found. She's steady in each thing she does And she's good with her hands She likes to be the silent one She makes no strong demands Possessiveness, this be her fault She holds on much too tight She must have her security Before her life feels right. Down to Earth, with common sense This be the way she be And willpower she has indeed A hoarder so is she She gives affection to her friends And listens to their woes And everyone who gets to know her For her, their love just glows. 23 may 2013@0458hrs.
The silk like blossoms That bloom in the night time air It captures moonlight
Time stood still as you drew your last breathe, Visions of our memories are all that are left, Questions unanswered and words left to say, A piece of me faded on your dying day, Called home to the place where your soul rests, Cherishing our time given for which I was blessed, Beneath the weeping willow I cry out your name, Hoping to see you but reality remains the same, The branches cover me like dark upon the night, Searching beyond to your place out of sight, Leaves of the willow flowing against the breeze, I'm beholden to the silence enveloping me, I sit beneath the willow with you on my mind, Hoping your presence may be what I find, The roots of a willow are deep inside the ground, The roots of my heart you will always be found, We have a lot in common this willow and I, The glistening of tears as clouds fill the sky, Where have you gone? Please can you return? Seasons have passed and the leaves begin to turn, Beneath the weeping willow I shall remain, Cherishing the memories left in your name, Until we meet again in a place beyond the tree, One with the willow I shall always be
MY NATURAL BEAUTY O bizarre beauty, O eclipse of a perfectly contrived creature. O rustful bonny frame cladded with muck, Made fleshy with its suppleness as lime soot. O dark glinting hair like fleece interwoven, that soon Would turn grey sky in Northern Arid Savannah O Artiste physique, well endowed- Like Benin feminine bronze sculpture; An obsolete craft, to wane into gloomy oblivion. O brilliant ebony skin with the wafting allure Of ambergris to suffuse the whiff of odorous incence. O passing beauty – By Circadian or Accidental dissipation. How best can I appreciate you, my beauty? Except to behold you, As a precious mound of carcass Bedecked of sands and worms and air! When I behold you as such, and still my heart is lured With an irresistible longing to Rouse this masculine flesh into verveful concupiscence From this raw natural state, This be a perfect beauty, a perpetual love. And so will my soul drink content, A brimming measure of this natural lee of love And thirst no more to find beauty!
A mass of twirling branches The sleeping Mulberry tree Has dropped her load to rest a while Her form intriguing me A month ago she looked so grand With her mass of dark green leaves But now her branches gnarled and bent A wondrous pattern weave I bought her thirteen years ago My weeping Mulberry tree I've sat and watched her all these years And I have looked to see So many birds of different hues Using her as their resting place To shelter from the predators Or for a while to laze. So many times I've sat here With a smile upon my face Taking photos of this tree As it stands in all it's grace I've had some lovely, magic moments As the birds have stopped to feed From the little tray that hangs near by All filled with sweet bird seed. 1 August 2013 @ 2003hrs
Might I ask about what the moon means to you? It means the world revolves in a transcending path with a satellite. Why does the moon shine in the midnight sky? It shines because it is a guide between the world of the dead and the living. So does the moon fill the air with hope? The moon itself is hope for people. Why does the moon pull us in with such soul searching? It is because we feel that the moon is part of our every day life. Children who asks these questions; I have strive to tell them some truth, And for the adults out there I created a little Moon lite poem to sooth. So the moon is our light in the darkest hour of the night With romance in the air that is so bright We all hold hands once in a moonlit walk And with such passion we would talk The moon gives us our pull on each others heart With a dinner that we take part The ritual of wooing ones heart is a great feeling of love The moon is always there to shine right above In time we think we are blinded by the moon But to tell you the truth it reflects the sun light during midnight noon It gives out a warmth in the darkness We probably do not think of it less Because the moon is our memories of our past It shows it everyday and night and always last April 13, 2013
if poop could be named anything what would you name it? id name it bob and id make him sit on a log in a bog and say get out of here you hog that looks like fog from a bog thats near a log with bob sitting on it who attacked the wacking wackers with all his heart and shattered, he fell to the floor. dont name your poop bob because then youll have tears in your heart.
emotional beauty uneasy lies the head that wears the crown no make up instead your face never frown if your lips turn red you still not grown beauty is the emotion that emotionally connects you to the spontaneous self and you must have caution for that emotion reflects you to the simultaneous self need not worry about beauty but a beauty that's not on the booty but that on the mind's duty to think beyond the facial and artificial beauty an emotional beauty why worry about your looks did not you read in the books of how beauty comes from within and not by the looks? - opn04112011/1322 ***extract from 'patterns of life' november 2011 ebook ntema's unique poetry. > It is important to personally analyse yourself from within. If you get so easily carried by what goes around; so shall it come back around your neck. Look at yourself carefully and try by all means to 'imagine' that person you think its you and see how different you are from yourself. Beauty is how capable are you of any situation to respond and react in a systemic psycho-analytic being and not from the physical appearances that are enhanced by scientifically modified chemics and cosmetics. Your personality is dependent on your mental freedom and mental situation analysis. < onalethuso petruss ntema http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/emotional-beauty/
I observe Rajang, Enclosed in space, Rugged Orangutan, Face to face. Nonchalantly you inspect, Stroll towards myself, We reflect. Gazing deep, searching souls inner, Your so beautiful And me...I'm the sinner. Inwardly I apologise, Through embarrassed eyes, That I am here Free in.. humane, Useless thoughts.... in vain. Audience akin Your rusted fur My uncomfortable skin. Hatred for my peers, Thirty-nine years wasted yet you amaze, Attentive gaze, Foraging stare... so aware, Soul searching. For you are the wise old man of Borneo, Majestic aura, emotions I'll never know, Yet you and I stand opposed at your enclosure, Questioning each others composure. Hands splayed, touch mentally through glass, Clinically cool, my breaths, I gasp. Deeply now we analyse, Through moment shared, emphatically I apologise. As I am affected, beyond belief Benevolent thoughts, whilst I bereif. 'I'm so sorry' I whisper Adding a smear, Warm breath, cold glass ... Followed by a tear.
A letter To Robert Frost Dear Mr. Frost or Bob, as the occasion might be lent We are happy to report a world still turning wild There are still two roads divergent in the woods Prevailing, waiting for others to decide You took the one less traveled To make a difference as you could We continue to abide convergent roads Comply with natures inclinations as our maze Pulled in some direction not always ours As for that world that did not die It did not perish in fire or by ice As you postulated quite nicely Both would have equally sufficed We are in a different place and time Protecting ages and ages hence in your defense We will never meet again in fire or in ice my friend 6/06/14 Contest: Letters To Poets
My dear beloved friend, I feel you late at night, Curled atop my feet, And keeping my heart alight. I see your sweet smiling face, Everytime I close my eyes, And feel you rub against me, With all the love you have inside. My loving baby girl, I feel you here beside me, Comforting me of all my pain, Your close to me once more, And I have not to weep as much, When I feel your tail waggin against my legs. RIP My Puppy Camille <3 I love you babygirl
Lord make my light shine, illuminating Your glory wich doesn't dwindle in the dark and is the joy thats set before me. In this lifes uncertain seas be the wind set in my sail, be my compass and my anchor, for You love me without fail so I know You'd never wreck me on this course that You are mapping or allow me to be plundered, sunk ,or stranded without captain. No! I shall not be afraid wether tempest or high tide for as sure as You are with me joy and peace in me abide so my faith is in Your guidance, not a storm You cannot still. So direct me with instruction I choose Your purpose and Your will. Even when cloud and dark cover ever confident I'll be my soul shall look to its lover who will ever walk with me.
Basho wrote it like this... in autumn moonlight the worm digs so silently into the chestnut If I were Basho I might write it like this... in the desert heat coyotes scream so wildly echo through the sage both haiku - 5/7/5 (coyotes - pronounced ky-oats)
1. A path leads, to where wild grass grows, sashaying in the summer breeze. 2. Along the path, lightness settles within, feeling the grass, swooning, tickling ankles, swaying to the lilting bird-song, in a dance of intimate abandon, brushing the remnants of pain away. 3. Melodies float across fields of green, delicately caressing my heart, teasing emptiness to flee, comforting the mind, to silently be. 4. Walking on, savouring the peace, a momentary respite, from the burdens of the now, all is quiet, a stillness cradling fractured emotions, the grass in the fields sway, dusk descends, shadows lengthen, nudging dimming light to take leave, of the day
Once in a while I meet a person whose eyes tell their story The story is like the sky reflection on the seas of glory The eyes are all the wonder of the world It sees the future, past, and present The eyes give us knowledge of the world and reflection The reflection of sadness and weakness of each creature The wonder of each individual being has a present To the world who has lots of false images To arise the moment of that one glance To follow the heart in romance Just the reflection that gather in your eyes of blue What a man and a woman should view Life is such a pain without stopping to see each eyes Its like roses you have to enjoy each passion in side When that moment collides with mind and heart Nothing in your soul can keep your love apart Join in the fun look in every eyes of a person beside With passion and romance I bet you, you would cry The luster of all the things to come A bounty of life long needs to be given by just the wonders of the eyes The blue seas reflects the different depths of our feelings And it should become revealing Come to your senses with ravaging hormones of lust The sea can take you and even the reflection in the eyes of the person The beauty is not held by one it is held by everyone Such looks with fear for no relief Is almost a dreadful part in our human nature Beware of what can happen when emotions are held Held to the core of an individual No such thing is kindness when you find yourself in the Sea Blue Eyes Calling in your soul by just looking With ignorance you play around with such futile emotion Gush away the fear and do not go insane with life so dear The grasp of the titans comes to reveal The evil within your heart is so obscenely noticed You want the sea and you want those eyes to look at you with wishes The rage in the heart are waves that cannot stop It pushes and pushes with no regret The heart falters and there is only one thing in your mind The idea of one soul to be with is the ocean The rifts that is trying to break to end the wants of desire Cannot be trusted in a human lier The beauty of man is destruction The beauty of women are commands The eyes of each does not matter in the sea Because all emotion and desire is given to those who are true Command of a person is just one thing The desire to destroy is another The Sea Blue Eyes will see no bother cause it bares it all Even the utmost desire To be continue.
Birdsong twitters Sunlight flickers in and out of clouds Weaving messages with light You resonate with sound Chirping virtuoso Eco vibrato on a pleasing wind A melody to serenade my ears As wings glide legato Wings flap staccato From bird's eye view Your chorus chimes I beg reprise ...
Why have you forsaken us? O season of bloom, what manner of transformation do you seek? Your concealing actions, in these cloud swept skies, speaks to deception my Lord. As your humble servant, I beg of you, to please return to your former constitution. Which bringeth not only I, but the beasts of burden and all the buzzing creatures, plus the wondrous, soaring birds, swooping in like rabble-rousers to a long lost love! Happiness! Hear our cries, O season of hope, and bring forth your glory, your Manifest Destiny, to bring life and sustenance, to us all.
David; luck stung. However before now becomes how everyone placed it David. Yourself includes it's grand notice of her comfort. Less these words ward off mess, please assure enough guests. At the foot of bed David, luck struck. Moreover; before now everyone labeled it traded, this life David, includes the mother. David; call him amnesia.
Ode to Autumn Pumpkins on porches, crudely cut, ferocious faces Wisps of white smoke melting into cold clear skies Hands held as if praying, to crackling fireplaces Odors of allspice waft from plump pumpkin pies Cold swirling winds, skirling leaves in the lane While a few golden stalwarts, in tall trees still remain Clinging and quivering, making restless, rattling sound In anxious anticipation of delicate descent to the ground Haunting apparitions, appear the skeletal trees To spook little kids into feigned, fun-filled fright With witchy appearance, bare limbs wave in the breeze Scarecrows wave back with ghoulish delight Autumn leaves burning, aromatic auras so sweet Crisp air numbs kid's noses, toes and their feet Once strutting Tom Turkey, now reclines in the oven Exuding the aroma that everyone's lovin' Autumn's a time of rich renewal Preparing for change, in time so transitional Mother nature shedding summer,s no-longer-chic green and donning more staid, brown traditional Summer, winter and spring are beautiful seasons And in them I find much of delight But Autumn's the season that I've come to love Because everything about Autumn…and Fall… is just right
Nature's Harvested Bounty Deep and dark are the thick , tall forested hills where swift icy streams send cold crossing chills Thinning out where the trees meet the grassy meadows and fields hunters reap the harvest that nature so bountifully yields An early morning hunt that provided food for hearth and home gathered with weapons in hands as hunters ever so quietly roam Nature reluctantly gives up it's great living treasure as grateful families thank God for gifts beyond measure. Home before noon to have newly cooked meals Satisfied and amply fed , pure bliss is how it feels Early afternoon nap to renew those hardy spirits nature whispers inspirations, can you hear it? 03-12-2011 --Tyr
That Stand, Red Oaks On The Hill That stand of old red oak trees on the high hill centuries flown by and yet they awe men still I visited often in early breezy, cool morning treks to calm myself and defeat many of life's little wrecks! Or on holiday weekends when more time I could enjoy, sometimes just to leave worries I wish to destroy In early June after the woods have left winter behind I march quickly to soak in their majestic kind! Late Fall when rainbow colors they gifted man and world bright reds, yellows, browns best canvas ever unfurled Resting there on such days brought my heart such peace restored my beaten soul, giving my spirit a new lease! Winter arrives wrapping their tall arms in shining white beauty, that magical beauty of their white glow at night Soothing the mists that sail from their combined might precious the glow, that glow of joyous healing light Memories of many cool nights camping in their safe arms ever in love, deeply in love with their mythical charms! Robert J. Lindley 06-01-2014 Another rewrite of a write I did over 40 years ago. Inspired by a large stand of tall old Red Oak trees very near our home when I was a young child. I remember that beauty and majesty that sat me in awe and sealed my love of the woods forever!!
Sunset starts with colors of vivid bright Gold Striking up the kaleidescope of colors of the blue,red,orange as it settles Striking up awe for all to see, the bright clear color of oranges and reds and hues of blue The magical vibrant colors of gold, red and blue of a day almost gone by Watch as the sun goes behind us for the day, The rainbow of colors making our day July 12, 2012
Mother Earth why do you so often cry, Is it because every day one of your children dies? Mother Earth why does your wind blow so wildly, Is it because your children have forgotten how to act mildly? Mother Earth why do the things you grow continue, When your children do nothing but ravage you? Mother Earth why do your rivers continue to wend, Is it because your children always want to know what is around the next bend? Mother Earth why are your children so mean, Is it too late for us to be redeemed? Mother Earth do you still love the sun, When so many of your children have left with things undone? Mother Earth will you always love your children so much, I know you hunger for their touch. Mother Earth how do you ever sleep, When upon you dangerous things do creep? Mother Earth do you still love your sister the moon, Will I, your child, lie within you soon? Mother Earth how can your children ever forget you are always around, Is that why your tears fall down? Mother Earth thank you for the blessings you give to me each day, Thank you for a place for my head to lay. Mother Earth thank you for my children, Who have cleansed my soul from within. Hopefully all of your children will realize just what you do, And once again start caring for you. So when the sun rises on a glorious new day, I will protect you and my children in every way.
Where are you my sweet spring time, I'm heart sink waiting for thee, oh beloved Of all the seasons, thou 'art my favorite, For yours is the very breathe of life itself, The Mystic Rose grows within your warmth, Nourished by the gentle breezes that you Bring forth, a tender blossom of sacred beauty, A timeless wild flower of single elegance. It sleeps this brilliant Tiffany bulb, curled up Tightly within its raw soil bedding dreaming, Oh thee, oh sweet springtime, but frozen She remains in a status freeze, waiting for A soft whispering from nature She comes be at the ready, child of the sun. Beneath winters icy chill, lays fields of dreaming Blossoms, here the verities of the pallet array Dips into the rainbows stratospheres, melting Within the earth below, to create the beautiful Bouquet that spring will draw forth. Nay the white hands of winter, smack harshly Against my window panes of sorrow, Yet within my heart is hope of the tomorrow, And the glorious joy to come, with the on set Of the promises of spring. The burning logs of holiday cheer have lost Their romantic luster, the sleds sharp blades Are placed aside, it's just too cold outside for Laughter's enchantment to take hold. The shovels of white diamonds fields that Once glistened so magically now remain Dual and tarnished, just a chores aimless Task of back aching pain to be done. I'm waiting for the breathless color burst, To feel the warmth of the sun against my White skin of palest ivory, and to hear the Street children at play once more, outside My prison door. For here I'm still looking out my window, At a wintery wonderland of ice and snow, Waiting for the spring, tired and weary of The splendor of white lace, and snowflakes. Where are you my sweet spring time, I'm heart sink waiting for thee, oh beloved Of all the seasons, thou 'art my favorite, For yours is the very breathe of life itself, The Mystic Rose grows within your warmth, Nourished by the gentle breezes that you Bring forth, a tender blossom of sacred beauty, A timeless wild flower of single elegance. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN Dedicated and inspired by My Sister Poet Mystic Rose
I feel it The tugging in my bones Like a young child pulling at my shirt to get attention That gentle urge to look their way It whispers in my ears Left shoulder it sits Then right Left right left right Never quite in view Tickling like a strand of hair gone awry It slides across my fingers Like an itch I can't scratch The desire to move When I know I should be absolutely still I hear it Like a ringing in my ears Or a fly buzzing in my ear The humming of the lights It calls to me Mumbling like the dry eyes commercial guy It longs for me Like a drought stricken farmer prays for rain It commands me to dance Flitting like a butterfly sailing in a windstorm It burns Like the fever of a sleepless infant On and on it screams at me I am coming Like a wild cat at midnight It reaches out to embrace me Like little ones safe in their mothers arms Restlessly I wait For spring
Until the end, I fight I fight until the light is no more and the perilous night does begin & when my day is gone & future masked I climb my mountain with head hanging low Low for now, I killed and desecrated all held sacred Slain the last foe & as the day breaks again I gaze at fields of red fury Fury misunderstood all dead to understand Mountains ahead and behind, in this valley of Presence. Engulfed by injustice and punished In personal strife, I cry, not out but in I cry to hear inside, inside where I've tried to hide and defend on this field of red with no more to hide & more to hide from. I perch on this mountain I've made & expose myself to all, with none to tell I'm free, lost to live, lost to die Never to love, never to fly. Only wallow for It turns to night and shadows comfort me my friends Till the end
The mountains, so majestic, cannot speak out loud, The lions roar, to let you know that their growing pride is proud, The Dolphins jump and play,that,s their way, so that you can see, The insects, pollinate, at their own rate, busily buzzing, like a bee, The ocean waves, splashing hard, upon the vast beach shore, the volcanos spit out lava, from their fiery core, The Elephants noisily trumpet, to make us all aware, the eagle soars, on outstretched wings, way high up in the air, The peacock shows you,his colorful display, by his feathers bright, The owl hoots and hollers, under a crisp, full moonlight, The trees gently sway, showing you the way to a better day, The rooster too, with a cock-a-doodle doo, as he struts and sashays, All of these things, that Nature brings, just means it,s trying to say, We,re trying to infer, to take care of her and to all a Happy Earth Day!
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@Indigotravel: I think the party system in both games is very similar. I haven't played in large groups so I am not certain.
The only Spec-ops equivalent in BlackOps 2 is the zombies mode, which isn't as action packed. So on that front I would say MW3. In terms of competitive team games, BlackOps 2 has slightly more options like the new Hardpoint mode. Although if you are only interested in S&D, then either is fine.
What didn't you like in the original BlackOps? Two is very similar to the first, in terms of how the knife and sniper rifles work.
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Wow, this makes me realise that it has not been a great year for gaming.
No sir it has not. There have been a lot of good games, but nothing I would qualify as being great. There was nothing monumental, just solid, workman like games
Agreed. This list made me realize that the only games I would consider unique/great have been downloadable (Mark of the Ninja, Journey and Trials: Evo).
I pre-ordered Deadspace 2 from Ebgames.ca, they shipped it on release day and it arrived later that week. They didn't send me the pre-order bonus code and I had to deal with customer service to get it in the end.
Yeah I am running into this too. Maybe once people become more familiar with the maps, this issue will go away.
I loved this thread!
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@FluxWaveZ: What it is?! Noooooooo!! :(
Yeah, government offices in Canada get Monday off since Remembrance day is on a weekend. What is Tsilon?
When making an account there for the first time, you need to go through some weird trials to access the actual site. It's basically a website where you answer video game trivia, fulfill certain video game achievements and other stuff to gain experience points and level up your account (and gain "lives"). Depending on your level, you can gain access to "Perks", which are usually game discounts such as recently $20 off of Halo 4, Black Ops 2 and Black Ops: Declassified. All of those perks are reserved for Canadians only.
It's really good and I will be buying all my new games from Futureshop online through it. I got AC3 for $45 after tax delivered to my house a day before release. It's really funny cause the website is really sketchy looking and full of jank...but damn those $20 off perks are great.
I had been pre-ordering through BestBuy to get the $10 credit, but this sounds even better.
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Yeah, government offices in Canada get Monday off since Remembrance day is on a weekend. What is Tsilon?
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Killzone did an interesting sales tactic in this.
You can buy the Killzone 3 Multiplayer (all DLC included) for $15, or you can get the entire trilogy with the MP + DLC for $49.99.


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Well, I am sure I am not the only one who is doing this right now. Steve Yzerman has retired. The Captain. Stevie Y. Gone. I don't know if the Wings will be able to do anything without him. He was their captain since 1986, the longest tenure in NHL history. I never thought this would come. Never. I thought he would be like Howe and play into his 50's. Holy crap this sucks.
Now who will captain us? Lidstrom? Shanahan if he returns? Chelios perhaps?
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MEDFORD, Ore. — Hundreds of demonstrators in Mexico are demanding freedom for the drug lord "El Chapo." Joaquin Guzman is one of the worlds most wanted men for drug trafficking, and his arrest could mean a hitch for local operations.
Medford area drug and gang enforcement officers say they've been hearing his name since the late nineties. Experts day he's responsible for nearly 25% of drugs brought into the United States. Medford is designated as a high intensity drug trafficking area. Police believe that the I-5 corridor plays a significant role in the trafficking.
Lt. Kevin Waldruff with the Medford Area Drug and Gang Enforcement explains that his arrest is crucial to keeping drugs out of the country: "It's a win for Oregon. It's a win for the rogue valley. It's a win for the US and a win for Mexico."
Right now it is too early to see the direct impacts Guzman's arrest will have on Medford. Experts believe someone will eventually take over the operation and meth trafficking in his absence, and therefore it will continue through Medford.
As for El Chapo, he faces several charges in Mexico and the U.S. including: drug trafficking and money laundering. Mexico's ambassador to the U.S. says that Guzman will need to serve out his time in Mexico before he can be extradited.