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It's not exactly known when personal, customized motorcycle fairings first came into use. Before the 1970s, fairings were usually custom-made by riders, mechanics or bike designers--one of the most well-known fairings is the NSU Dolphin II full fairing which set a record in 1956. In 1976, the very first full fairing was factory installed. Early fairings, at least up until the 1970s, were often large, sometimes increasing the frontal area of the motorcycle by as much as one or two feet.
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A North Korean military spokesman announcing the end of the armistice that ended the Korean War in 1953.
South Korea's military said it will strike back at North Korea and target its top leadership if Pyongyang launches a threatened attack.
A top North Korea general, in a rare appearance on state television on Tuesday, threatened military action against the U.S. and South Korea because of military drills between the two western allies countries that began March 1.
Tensions have ratcheted higher across the Korean peninsula since the North, under youthful leader Kim Jong Un who took office just over a year ago after the death of his father, launched a long-range rocket last December.
The youngest son of Kim Jong Il succeeded his late father in 2011, becoming the third member of his family to rule the unpredictable and reclusive communist state.
He followed this with a third nuclear test on February 12, triggering the prospect of more U.N. sanctions that are due to be formally announced on Thursday after the United States and China, the North's one major diplomatic ally, struck a deal to punish Pyongyang.
At the same time, North Korea has stepped up its military threats against South Korea and the United States, prompting the terse warning from Seoul on Wednesday that it would not stand idly by if its territory was attacked.
"We have all preparations in place for strong and decisive punishment, not only against the source of the aggression and its support forces but also the commanding element," Major General Kim Yong-hyun of the South Korean army told a press conference.
North Korea's bellicose rhetoric rarely goes beyond that, although in 2010 it sank a South Korean naval vessel, killing 46 sailors and in the same year shelled a South Korean island, killing civilians.
South Korea's new President Park Geun-hye had pledged to engage with the North if it dropped its nuclear plans but now faces the prospect of a hostile challenge early in her 5-year term.
The proposed fresh sanctions would explicitly ban the sale to Pyongyang of items coveted by North Korea's ruling elite, such as yachts and racing cars, a U.N. Security Council diplomat said on condition of anonymity.
In 2009, Italian authorities blocked the sale of two yachts worth more than $10 million that they believed were headed for Kim Jong Il, the current Kim's father, who enjoyed copious amounts of luxury brandy and fresh sushi in a country where a third of the population is malnourished.
The new sanctions will target North Korea's financial transactions, which often involve using cash couriers that make them hard to trace, and its criminal activities such as drugs and counterfeiting.
North Korea continues military drills and exercises in support of a top general's threat to back military action against South Korea and the United States. NBCNews.com's Dara Brown reports.
North Korea was slapped with sanctions in 2006 that banned the import of a range of luxury goods from jet skis to Harleys following its first nuclear test in a bid to hit the high-life of the Kim family and its hangers-on.
The impoverished country, whose economy is smaller than it was 20 years ago, has been subject to sanctions of some kind from the United States for almost all of its existence and since 2006 has seen U.N. sanctions imposed for its long range rocket and nuclear tests.
Despite the sanctions Pyongyang now has a nuclear stockpile sufficient for around half a dozen warheads, has made substantial progress in developing a long-range missile and is working towards miniaturizing a nuclear warhead for an intercontinental ballistic missile.
China has backed all rounds of sanctions and fell into line with the latest move in the Security Council, risking relations with its prickly ally.
About 200,000 Korean troops and 10,000 U.S. forces are expected to be mobilized for their "Foal Eagle" exercise, under the Combined Forces Command, which goes until the end of April. Separate computer-simulated drills called "Key Resolve" start on March 11.
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Clarisonic and Look Good…Feel Better Hit the Red Carpet – Barney's Version
As many of you know Clarisonic has been hanging out in Hollywood the last several days as part of the AFI Fest 2010. We are celebrating our partnership with Look Good…Feel Better as a major sponsor of this year's events. Clarisonic is participating in a variety of ways this year – last night we hosted a party and private screening of The Rabbit Hole starring Nicole Kidman and Aaron Eckhart. Celebs who attend red carpet premieres are ushered into the Clarisonic "Green Room" to relax before the movie begins. All festival attendees are invited into the Clarisonic Beauty Suite at the famous Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel. Stop by for a treatment or get your makeup touched up before you hit the red carpet.
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A Day Late and a Dollar Short
I have to apologize to all of you. I failed. See, yesterday was a very important day and I didn't even say anything about it. Oh, I made the right phone calls and sent the correct text messages. I even added the appropriate email. But, when it came to our readers here at RSBS, well, plain and simple I dropped the ball. Or perhaps the more fitting metaphor is that I let the ball dribble between my legs for a base hit.
So, what is it that is so important that I'm now forced to wear a hairshirt while self-flagellating? Only the 30th birthday of one Jeffery Lung, that's what! Yes, yesterday Jeff turned 30 years young and was finally allowed to join me in the pantheon of……whatever it is that 30 year old people are allowed to do. Regular colonoscopies? Yearly prostate exams? Whatever it is, suffice it to say that we are both there now.
Now, in order to properly show my shame, I am going to perform a penance that will prove how awful I feel. Jeffy, I hope you enjoy this. It will never happen again.
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Allen – how could you forget?? You are off my "fruit basket list"! Happy Birthday Jeff! I'd make him gravel some more!
Happy belated Jeff. Don't worry though. 30 is the new 20 *cough* lol🙂
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Mr. Krause, as a fellow Tigers fan, I admire your humility and obvious affection for your friend in compiling (or acquiring) a tribute to the 2006 St. Louis Cardinals.
I also admire the sign making prowess of the St. Louis fans. Bravo.
Happy Birthday Jeff!
I got you a John Mozeliak voodoo doll. Just let me know where to send it;)
And shame on you Allen! Jeff remembered your birhday. Just for that, the Tigers will never get the chance to be destroyed by the Cardinals in the World Series ever again.
Happy bloody birthday. I firmly believe most geniuses were born in January.
I must say, Russell, in his English drunkenness, is correct on this one. I share a birthday with Mozart himself. You should hear my Clarinet Concerto in B Flat Major. It's to die for.
Allen, how could you have let us miss the momentous occasion that is Jeff's birthday?
Happy birthday Jeff! Have fun with those regular colonoscopies and prostate exams!
Thanks, all! Bob, be weary of wanting to grow up too fast. Seems like yesterday I was 11.
Emily — Been there done that.
Erin — Can you make a Bill DeWitt doll too? He's just as much to blame.
Katie — 2006… ah, what a year! what a season! what a WS!
Thanks, Katie. Go Clemson?
Russell — As I said earlier, yes, you are right.
V — 20 sucks. 30's much better *cough*.
Julia — Consider it done.
Happy 30th, Jeff, and may this be the year that you not only plunge into the world of colonoscopies (sorry) but also take the plunge and walk down the aisle. Come on, you know it's time. And Allen, don't blame yourself. You did a nice job with that video. Even I wanted to yell, "Go Cardinals."
Thanks, Jane. I'll take the prostate exams over the colonoscopies but I prefer neither. And I was recently released from my former girlfriend… hit the waiver wire — no one picked me up. Does that make me a free agent now?
Go Cardinals!!!
Awh, sorry to hear that. Why'd she let you go? You were satisfied with 10 million were you? Or was it that you spent too much time sitting on your couch, Carl Pavano style?
You are indeed a free agent though. I'm betting you'll get picked up before Manny.
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Happy Birthday, Jeff! The 30s are some good years. Remember colonscopies are quick and painless, "aisles" are not. Be careful!
Allen – Thanks for the video. Watching it made me feel like it's my birthday!/
Hey Jeff,
Happy Birthday!…a tad late :O) Welcome to the 30 club. Your body will now begin to fall apart in ways you never imagined possible :O) Ha, ha!! Kidding (sort of!)…anyway, hope it was a fun day!


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Anyone who learned how to fly remembers their first solo flight. In a light, primary training aircraft without 170 pounds of instructor ("official" weight, mileage may vary), the aircraft seemingly leaped into the air. For most people, it was an exhilarating experience, and maybe you left the traditional shirt tail with your name and solo date on the flight school office wall.
For young bald eagles that are now as large as an adult, their first solo is imminent, and with a bit more risk factor than a first-time pilot who follows a simple square traffic pattern around the runway.
Young eagles have to "slip the surly bonds of earth" not on earth but from 90 feet or higher from their nest high up in a tree. As a rule, their fledge flight starts from a limb near the nest, and with spread wings and a push, they achieve flight (usually). Sometimes, young eagles are found halfway down the tree on a limb right next to the trunk on what may have been a slip or an aborted flight. Usually that first flight results in a successful landing on a nearby tree or a slightly less controlled landing into a bush, some pine boughs, or some other awkward landing spot. Most eagles fledge successfully, but a few are injured or killed.
If you see a young eagle on the ground, it may have simply landed there to rest. Eagles are often on the ground near water to bathe, to rest, or to forage for prey. Fledglings sometimes grab small objects such as sticks and will start playing or pouncing on that object. I watched one young eagle wade in the river next to a gravel bar and come up with a small eel, likely its first successful prey capture.
Injured eagles may be limping or dragging a wing; observe from a distance for a time, and if it seems to be in distress, you can call the Delaware Valley Raptor Center at 570/296-6025. Most of these fledglings that find themselves in awkward situations will extricate themselves and fly off. To coin a phrase sometimes heard in aviation circles, "any landing you can walk away (or fly) from is a good landing."
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In April of 1847 four ships left Holland carrying 800 immigrants ready to start a new life in America. They sought to escape the kind of religion the Dutch government impose on its subjects as well as the worsened living conditions there. Good farmland was scarce and the poor could not keep up with the heavy church taxes. After landing in Baltimore, a group of men headed west to search for land for the new colony. They chose Iowa because the gently sloping prairies reminded them of their homeland. In August of that year the 800 arrived in Marion County, led by Henry Peter Scholte, a minister who had rebelled against the religion of the Dutch government. Scholte was imprisoned there for his ideas and his followers, who continued to support him, were severely persecuted.
How different from my beloved country. There I was put in prison and despised. Here I am compared to a costly gift of God; sent here for the good of the country. The Bible called Pella 'a place of refuge.' My Pella, where we witty Hollanders can find rest and worship God the way we please.
Although that first group of Dutch were happy to be in America, they still referred to Holland as their beloved homeland and they retained many of their old world traditions and skills.
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Humanity became great for two reasons: our ability to create beauty through art, and our urge to build increasingly huge, terrifying gadgets. It only makes sense that these two impulses would converge in amazing, if largely useless, ways. That's how we wind up with huge and insane musical instruments like ...
6 Uberorgan
Uberorgan isn't just the Internet username of millions of 15-year-old males -- it's also something much stranger. Imagine a series of gigantic alien bagpipes, mixed with a monstrous player piano, all connected by huge translucent worms that snake throughout the bulk of a 15,000-square-foot gallery. Pictured that yet? Good job! You just dreamed up the huge, terrifying musical instrument known as Uberorgan.
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From the lesser known sequel, Willy Wonka and the Church Organ from Hell.
Uberorgan is a self-playing (and, we're convinced, self-aware) musical machine in which several bus-sized biomorphic balloons are tuned to different octaves so that when pressurized air is blown through a reed, a specific sound is produced. The notes themselves are encoded on a 250-foot-long scroll bearing dots and dashes that translate to "traditional hymns, pop songs and improvisational tunes." The score is deciphered by the organ's "brain," which is essentially a giant, light-sensitive player piano.
But what if you're not too keen on the built-in playlist? Well, due to the light-sensitive nature of the brain, you can always stop the score at a blank space and play the organ like a piano by blocking light from reaching each sensor. That is, until the thing finally decides that it's had enough of being cramped up in a museum and bursts out in a wave of destruction across Los Angeles like some kind of otherworldly jellyfish, puffing Katy Perry tunes the entire way.
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"I swear to Christ, if one more person requests the intro to 'Don't Stop Believin'..."
5 The Earth Harp
As we've demonstrated in the past, the harp has long been a tinker toy for music majors with little to do after college but reinvent the proverbial musical wheel in their studio apartments (read: all music majors). However, unlike the laser harp that we showed you before, this particular creation is a little less sci-fi and a lot more down-to-earth. And huge. What you're looking at above is called the Earth Harp, which earned its hippie-friendly title by traversing a valley in the Santa Monica mountain range with a balanced tension system that looks like the result of Mother Nature getting knocked up by a cello.
They use a helicopter to restring it.
The Earth Harp is the brainchild of Bill Close, artistic director of MASS Ensemble, who wanted to turn part of the planet itself into a giant, playable harp, because why the hell not? The instrument is composed of strings over 1,000 feet in length connecting the mountain ridge to a platform below, and holds the world record for the longest stringed instrument. Looking at it, you'd think it requires a huge robot or something to play it, but you can actually just play it with your regular old hands.
The Earth Harp
While hanging upside down. Probably should mention that part.
While this mountain installation is probably the most awe-inspiring, smaller scale Earth Harps have been strung across many famous architectural sites, such as the Space Needle in Seattle, the Los Angeles Natural History Museum and the World Financial Center in New York.
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This seems like one of those examples of human hubris that ends up in the Old Testament.
In some instances, the strings of the Earth Harp can actually be stretched over the heads of the audience, effectively placing them inside the instrument. It's been described as "standing inside the body of a cello or the belly of a whale." Of course, as far as we know no one has ever managed to survive either of those scenarios, so take that description with a grain of salt -- or a drop of acid.
You probably thought we were being facetious there, but we were really setting the stage to show you this Earth Harp that was constructed at Burning Man in 2011. That's called foreshadowing, people:


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Take a break from saving the world. Take a break from restless farm boys and loveable scoundrels who unite to fight an ancient evil. Put on your best black hat and get ready to walk the Way of the Wicked. By the time we're done, the world will tremble in your wake.
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Albina regards the confines of her cell with apprehension. It seemed fine sport to taunt the splotchy-faced magistrate before his court of sycophants and lickspittles, but the cold reality of her imprisonment, the angry ache of the brand upon her flawless skin, and the smell of caged flesh, human waste and rank despair, has dimmed the fire in her belly, and left her praying for salvation, or damnation, whichever will remove her from these walls...
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Albrecht hung limp in the manacles, his body a patchwork of bruises and cuts. Despite his incarceration, his noble bearing refused to be broken by the common guards who were his jailors.
"I'll kill you, Blackerly," he muttered under his breath, swearing vengeance on the Sergeant who had branded Albrecht with the mark of the Forsaken. By the look of his cellmates, this wasn't a punishment limited to himself.
"It appears that we are to be company for one another in our final days," Albrecht's tone was cynical, as though he didn't believe that Branderscar could hold him, although everything he knew about the fortress indicated that it was to be his last home. He'd be damned if he'd give Blackerly the satisfaction though.
"I am Albrecht d'Famion, chosen of Asmodeus and noble of Talingarde," Albrecht mustered as much poise as a man manacled by wrist and ankle can.
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In the kingdom of Talingarde, many crimes may send you to Branderscar Prison, but the sentence has but one meaning. You are wicked and irredeemable. Each of you received the same greeting when you arrived. You were held down by rough hands and branded upon the arm with a runic F. The mark signifies 'forsaken' and the painful scar is indelible proof that each of you has betrayed the great and eternal love of Iomedae and his chosen mortal vassals.
You have all been chained together in the same communal cell dressed in nothing but filthy, tattered rags. Manhandled, beaten and mistreated, any finery you once possessed is either ruined or long lost. No special treatment has been given any prisoner – male or female, commoner or noble – all of the forsaken are bound and imprisoned together.
Your feet are secured by iron cuffs tethered by one long chain. Your arms are secured to the wall above by manacles. A guard is posted right outside the cell day and night. Little thought is given to long term accommodations. At Branderscar, justice comes swift and sure. Escape seems hopeless. You have all been well searched and every attempt to conceal anything on your person has failed. And if you could somehow slip your bonds and fly out of this prison, where would you go? Who from your former life would want anything to do with the forsaken?
Despised, alone and shackled – all that you can do now is await your doom. For each of you, your old life is over. For each of you, hope is a fading memory. For each of you, justice will be fairly meted. And who can blame fair Talingarde after what each of you has done?
You are imprisoned within a room sixty feet by thirty feet. The walls are solid, though the entry is barred by a sturdy locked gate made of thick iron bars. There are four humanoids and a devil interred with you. The five of you arrived to Branderscar separately over the course of the day - which has now passed to late afternoon.
Although you have had time to spend looking over your fellow prisoners, this is the first time that the guards have moved distant enough for you to chancing the spoken word.
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Feel free to let me know if I'm taking too many liberties with things from here on out, or just plain mucking something up (perticularly things of a devilish nature. This is my first Play by Post, so any ongoing feedback and suggestions are appreciated.
Mi'Dre crouched in the cell, head bowed again the near constant pain; each motion bringing the memories of the lingering beating and torture from which he had so recently escaped into sharp memory. Given his state one less knowledgeable in the ranks of hell might think he was some shrunken Hamatula, with the number of splinters and shards that stuck from his flesh, both those placed with a cruel artistry and left behind by the guard's planks. His normally green-blue skin was mottled with dark purple and black bruises, and stained by dark blood from numerous gashes. On his back lay the ruined remains of his wings, one nearly torn completely from his back, while the other three were cracked and twisted, mutilated beyond any hope of simple healing magic.
Still the devil remained unbroken, but brooding over over his fate. Though the pain wracked his body now he was a Devil, and Hell was not a kind master, he had suffered many times and he would recover, if only he could survive. His mind played once again over the trial, mercifully brief for the bound devil, as he'd impassively watched all those self-righteous holy men bear testimony to his crimes. The verdict was obvious and he was brought here, to this 'Brandescar' where the worse of his torments had begun. He'd laughed at first as the uneducated fools had tried to brand him, but then the man there, he had ordered acid be brought and tried-it seemed he was not the first prisoner to resist the burning irons. The beatings had followed while the ragged F was still raw, and though they hurt it was his wings he most lamented, already damaged by the Iomedaen's arrow, they would not easily recover and he was a being of the air, not one to grub along the ground...
A voice, one of the humans who shared the cell with him interrupted his dark thoughts. Yes, Blackerly... that had been the one; the man who called for the acid, and who applied his splinters of wood with such painful skill and obvious enjoyment.
His neck screamed in agony as Mi'Dre raised his head, settling his gaze on Albrecht. In a voice grown raw from shrieks and curses, high pitched and cracking from the pain as he articulating the words of the infernal tongue, the devil responded. "We will see who kills that man, should the opportunity present itself." The devil shifted slightly under his heavy chains, ignoring the cries of his wounds as he poked a claw into the lock, his attention shifting between the distant guard and his work.
Disable Device to try and pick his cuffs:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
|Albrecht d'Famion
Knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Albrecht cast his eye over the devil who shared a cell with them. A Gaav, eh? I wonder what he's doing up here?
"I dare say that all of us have cause, gaav," Albrecht replied. He watched as the gaav futilely clawed at the lock. Shaking his head, he turned back to look at the others.
|DM - Voice of the Voiceless
|Albina Mariposa
Knowledge - religion 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
No amount of stolen strength or vitality matters, so long as she is chained to a wall in a reeking dungeon, body aching from the inquisitor's ministrations.
A lifetime spent attended by servants, and holding the weak-minded and soft-hearted buffoons of the local clergy in contempt for their naivette and high-minded idealism, did not prepare her for how brutal they could be, to one they regarded as abomination and heretic.
The devil that hung beside them fascinated her. How could they capture such? Was his bruised and battered flesh truly immortal? Were devils truly elemental manifestations of evil? Would currying the favor of an actual devil prove beneficial if all found themselves in their infernal afterlife, in the coming hours or days?
Better safe than sorry...
In Infernal, she says in a low voice, "Surely Asmodeus has some greater plan for your wrath, than to allow you to fall here, fiendish lord."
Diplomacy to suck up, but since Mi'Dre is a PC, to no avail. :)
|Shendalyn Shawn
1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23 Know Planes
When the ritual was done there was only laughter, flames, and soon the taste of blood.
Everything beyond that was a daze. Falling through flames, awakening to find himself before a crowd of people, a judge clad in full Iomedean regalia glowering down on him. The accusations of the court would fill his ears. Words of bitter hatred would worm their way through the haze of delirium to shock a Shndalyn still attempting to graps all that was happening.
There was pain, spats of hunger, thirst, and all of these were answered with the same survival instincts every living creature has. Even during all too brief moments of clarity the memories of what he had done that night haunted him to the bone. The bones between his teeth, the gristle sliding between whitened knuckles, every man, woman, and childs death screams echoing in the deepest channels of his subconscious thought. PArt of him knew that it was merely psychic backlash from the real monsters that night, that his own body lay naked on the floor in the center of the pentagram becoming the tear in reality. That he was innocent of directly commiting the numerous and bloody crimes that ocurred as a result of the unholy ritual. That did nothing to stifle the screams, and nothing to stifle is guilt and fear. Not guilt over the killings but guilt over the fact that he did not feel anything. The deaths, the brutality, the gore. He felt nothing. What had he become? Would his beloved even recognize him now? This hollow twisted shell of a man.
He never noticed the brandings, the beatings, the torture paid for at top dollar by the relatives of the victims. He was content drowning in the dark loneliness of his own private hell. But, that was not the deal. He would not be allowed to die. Not yet. Not while they held her.
Shheeeeennnddaallllyyyyynnnn~ The voice sounded in his head as if it came from all directions. The malice in it was deep and punctuated by screams. In the back of his soul he could feel them trying to claw their way out. They had been patient since the initiail flare of the rituals completion. Now the hordes of hell demanded release once more.
Shendalyn stirred, the chains heavy on his wrists. His near catatonic state did not warrant the heavy guard and constant surveillance that other such prisoners might receive after committing such violent atrocities. His eyes did not even open as he muttered a response.
"Leave me be. Let me die."
Ohhh no Shendalyn my lad. We can't allow that. We won't allow that. You made a deal boy. And Hell does not look kindly on those who back out. We can make very artful examples of the souls that back out on their deals.
"Don't care."
Ohhhh are you trying to pretend to be a strong man now? The voice laughed. What would she think? What would your dear wife and child think of their husband as her wretched larval soul was traded to some horrid abomination to slake his sick lusts on?
"You leave her be!" Shendalyn struggled against his chains the delirious half elf making his immediate neighbors nervous.
Struck a nerve did we? The voice laughed. Well quit your sniveling and break free of your predicament. You have so much work to do Shendalyn. So much hell to raise. Hehehehehahahahahahaaa!
Shendalyn's bloodshot eyes shot open darting around the room. He is sweatign coldly and his breathing is heavy. His beard is scraggly as if it has been unkempt for quite some time. His dark hair is straight and long and might have been well groomed before it became matted in dried blood and greasy sweat. His body is well toned and athletic though malnutrition, a long period of a wild and blasphemous nightlife, and numerous beatings have all taken their toll.
Seeing the others he blinks, swallows and composes himself.
"I can't remain here."
Turning to the gaav his eyes narrow at the chained devil. "I don't remember calling you."
|Albrecht d'Famion
Albrecht took in the half elf currently suffering bad dreams. Seems that someone jumped out of the frying pan, he thought to himself.
"You're not the only one," Albrecht replied dryly as the half-elf spoke. "Unless you think we're here for the fine dining and the view."
Albrecht looks at the woman with incredulity. "He's a gaav, woman," Albrecht replied in Infernal, "One of Hell's foot soldiers. Asmodeus won't spend one second caring for the fate of that one. He's nothing, a speck of dirt under Asmodeus' heel. I wouldn't pin any hopes of escape on him." As best he can, Albrecht attempts to stretch although the manacles prevent much movement.
"So, how many of you speak the Devil's Tongue?" Albrecht asked in Infernal, loud enough that everyone in the cell can hear him.
|Shendalyn Shawn
In Infernal
"Devil's and demons both. I've found it pays not to discriminate too much when dealing with the lower realms. If I were but free of these bonds I could call something a bit more...significant than the Gaav."
|Albrecht d'Famion
"And likely call down the entire guard on our heads as well," Albrecht replied, continuing to speak in Infernal. "Intellect and tactics will get us out of here, if we're going to get out at all."
Albrecht was well aware of Branderscar's reputation. He could only hope that it wasn't as well-earned as he suspected.
"Let's see who else we have in here with us before we go making any plans," Albrecht continued, in Infernal.
I'm actually thinking we should probably spoiler dialogue in other languages. At least then those who can't understand the language are less likely to meta ;)
|Shendalyn Shawn
As he speaks he tests the strnegth of his bonds. He was strong, and still strong despite himself bu he wasn't quite sure if he could rip his chains from the wall.
Well with a brief look around the sheets the only one where that's a question is Black Jack. So are we going to betray him and sacrifice him to the Prince of Darkness? :P
|Albrecht d'Famion
Perception: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17
|DM - Voice of the Voiceless
You can put speech other than common in spoilers or as general text as long as it's well identified.
However if you do spoiler it - be careful to not obscure something that others could see (such as the grin in Albrecht's spoiler).
Albrecht turns the chains and manacles over and finds them well made and fitted with serviceable locks. The chain is beyond your strength to break and you don't know enough of locks to know if it can be picked... though you do lack a pick at any rate.
|Black Jack
A huge man hung chained to the cell's wall unconscious. More than 6 feet tall and heavy builded his face is swollen with bruises, the tattered remains of his shirt stained with dry blood and old sweat. His shoulder length black hair and full beard matted with dirt.
From far away Jack Grieves begun to hear voices. Something about devils and magic. Reality reshaped itself from oblivion into a dark nightmare of pain and cramps. %*&$…my head. Should have kept you mouth shut Jack. Stupid move. You knew how sensitive Blackerly is about his whoring. Damn that &*ˆ%$ bastard.
Slowly he stretches himself into a standing position. His eyes scanning the dark cell. Looks like I have company. What a sad bunch of misfits.
Take 10 on knowledge religion, 14 on check.
What is that? A Gaaz?
With his throat dry and his voice rasping the tall man speaks:
Hello little fella. Does the Dark Prince have a bargain for me today? I could use some divine intervention right about now… Shaking his shackles
Say old fella, haven't we meet before? he wispers.
Mi'Dre pulled his finger from the noisy lock and smiled, unable to help puffing his chest slightly as the lady spoke and called him a 'fiendish lord'. It Identified her as uneducated, but he wasn't above taking advantage of that should the opportunity present itself. He wasn't long allowed to entertain such thoughts before he sagged again under the weight of his chains, glaring at Albrecht.
Looking like he has a bad taste in his mouth Mi'Dre speaks again in common. "Two of you have the smell of Devils about you." he painfully indicated Jack and Shendalyn. "Yet the two of you also speak the Devil's tongue." He thought perhaps there was... something around Albrecht, but certainly nothing recent, nothing that would have landed him here... "Shall we share our misery to pass the time?"
He looked down once again at his chains and locks. Perhaps if he had something more delicate than his claw, and could take his time he may be able to succeed...
So I'm assuming not even if he had the opportunity to take twenty can Mi'Dre pick this lock? That would be a 23.
|DM - Voice of the Voiceless
|Shendalyn Shawn
You'd have to have a proper set of thieves tools. Without them you're basically making the check at a -10 penalty. As the simplest ones are about 20 you're looking at about a 30 dc. Even if you managed to get your hands on a set we can probably assume easily enough that they wouldn't put a devil, an evil cleric, an accomplished warrior, and a man responsible for an infernal incursion and numerous brutal murders, in simple chains. If they did, I'd be insulted. :D
|Black Jack
To the devil:
Pride is good.
But pride can get you killed.
By the looks of you that's a lesson you should already have learned little gaav. with a smile that never touched his eyes.
After a couple of seconds. Jack violently turn his head to other the prisioners.
Its bonding time. shaking his shackles again.
Jack Grieves at your sevice and delighted to meet the patrons of such a fine establishment. still with the same frozen smile he tries to make a bow but the chains don't let him.
|Black Jack
Ooh, he said it out loud. Black Jack is not very subtle, sometimes.
Edited the previous post.
Can i roll a knowledge local to recognize any of my fellow cell mates?
If taking 10 for a 14 on the check are not enough to figure out anything here is the roll.
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
|DM - Voice of the Voiceless
The mis-spell was my bad - had it wrong in the initial post.
At that moment, you hear distant footsteps and the grind of metal on stone. They gradually draw nearer before the gate that serves as the entry portal to your solid walled prison is unlocked and swung wide. A group of six guards, heavily armed and ready for trouble, come into the cell led by a fat well-dressed sergeant of the watch.
You can all recognize the portly guard as he recently held a red-hot brand that seared your skin. The memory of his chuckling and leering face as your skin burned is etched deep in your mind. Sergeant Tomas Blackerly is his name, a particularly sadistic and brutal gent who enjoys the power that he can lord over those imprisoned. However at present he seems somewhat distracted and slack of jaw.
Shuffling to the head of the group of guards, he points at the female among you saying gruffly "That one! She's the scum! Get 'er unshackled. If any of you fecking makes trouble, you'll earn a booted reminder of your place!" at his words one of the other guards moves forward to release Albina from her bonds and two of them grip her roughly by the shoulders with her arms held firmly behind her.
Blackerly approaches close, his breath stinking of alcohol as he looks Albina up and down "Today's your lucky day, scum. You've got a visitor. Don't know how yer parents managed turning out a fine one as she alongside a pig like yourself. Seems your sister wants to say good-bye. Now move yer arse and quick like. We wouldn't want to keep her waiting."
With that the lady with the wan skin is removed from the cell and led away by the guards. They lock the gate behind them as they depart.
You are led through a square guardroom with a fireplace and manhandled into a windowless room that if furnished with only a table and four chairs. On the air is the metallic tang of blood and burned flesh. You are forced into a chair and your gaze alights on the other person present. Sitting opposite you is a hauntingly beautiful woman in an elegant black dress and soft silken veil. She looks as if she is headed to a funeral. Her hair is so platinum as to almost be white and her eyes are a vibrant almost unearthly green. She clearly has been weeping.
"My dear sister," proclaims the unfamiliar woman. "I'm so relieved you're alive!" She quickly turns to Sergeant Blackerly. "Could we please have a moment alone, good sir? For pity's sake?" coquettishly batting her eyelids. The man goes blank for a few moments before shaking his head as though coming out of a stun and quickly agreeing. "Of course, my lady. For you,' tis no problem." and the guards are cajoled by the sergeant to leave the room... leaving you alone with a woman who is most definitely not your sister.
Sense Motive check please
Mi'Dre simply sneered as the filthy Jack spoke his response. The man had no reason to answer his question, but even so his response and behavior seemed almost... unhinged. He had no response to the man's taunts so he simply lowered his head again, and began the slow, painful process of removing what splinters he could from his skin, dropping them in a little pile at his feet, until his attention was again drawn upwards.
He didn't need to look at his arm to remind himself of the brand. He just watched passively as the man and guards entered, wondering if they'd grown bored and were looking for some more sport, and who their victim would be. Judging from the state of the others in the cell he had been their favourite, but the five of them in the cell all seemed to have taken their licks.
When they chose the woman he relaxed slightly, about to wish her what little comfort he could provide, when the nature of the guard's calling was revealed. He lost interest in Albina then, just carefully studying Blackerly instead, counting weapons and looking for the best place to stick his claws, smiling as he imagined gutting the beastly man until he left.
Perception check:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
|Albina Mariposa
Sense Motive, DC 25 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Perception, DC 20 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Albina is far too wrapped up in her own inner monologue to notice anything about the guards, or the toad that branded her flesh, but attempts to dramatize her helplessness, requiring the guards to all-but drag her, as if she is too weak to stand on her own.
second Sense Motive, for the spoilery bit 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
Bluff check to act all helpless and stuff 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
Once the guard has left, she turns a wary eye towards the mysterious woman, Sense Motive check above. If I try to move it down here, it will swap numbers with the Bluff check, due to how the forum software works... In a quiet matter-of-fact tone, Albina inquires, "My memory of the recent past may be somewhat unclear. Have I wronged you in some way, that you come to this place to witness my fall?"
|DM - Voice of the Voiceless
Result of 2nd Sense Motive
Based on the reactions you've observed you are sure that the woman has some kind of power over the guard.
The newcomer's face remains concerned until the guard departs, when all pretense melts away. "Come now have you forgotten me, sibling mine?" the unexpected visitor says with a sarcastic smirk "You may call me Tiadora. We possess a mutual friend who would like to meet you and the other three cell-mates interred with you. Unfortunately, our friend is unwilling to visit you in your presently rather... shabby accommodations... so it seems you must escape. Don't be so dour. Just because it's never been done before is no reason you can't be the first."
"If you can manage that, cross the moors on the outskirts of town. On the old Moor Road you'll see a manor house with a single lantern burning in the second story. That is where our mutual friend awaits and the first steps begin... That is all I know and I best not linger. Though he did want me to give you this."
She takes off her silken veil and wipes away a few fake tears with it.
"Something to remember me by..." and message delivered Tiadora rises to make for the door.
|Albina Mariposa
DM - Voice of the Voiceless
Take 10 on perception for a 12, if possible, or, if not... 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
If it seems of unusually fine quality, and she has a moment to do so before the guards return, she will attempt to detect magic on the silken item. If not, she will attempt to hide it within her hair, the only place that she can be assured that, manacled to the wall, she will be able to reach, if necessary.
|Albrecht d'Famion
Albrecht tensed as Blackerly came within earshot. As the Sergeant went about removing the woman, he imagined all of the ways he could skewer the fat little pig if only he had a weapon. However, there were too many of them to consider making a move now even if he could get out of his chains. So he watched. Two guards at the door while the other four were arrayed in a line through the cell, their hands on their leather clubs in case of trouble. Even if everyone was out of their chains, it wouldn't be a fight he could be sure that they would win.
"Enjoy the freedom while it lasts," Albrecht said to Albina as she was led away.
|Black Jack
"Well doesn't look like she'll be much help." he observed after the guards were gone, thoroughly convinced by the girl's performance as the guards hauled her off. He started to pull splinters again, wincing as the ones in his finger joints came free, though it made the task a bit easier so he endured the discomfort and continued to drop the shards of wood into the pile at his feet. He glanced at Jack as the man spoke, but didn't comment. He had studied the island in his preparation for recovering his target, but he still new relatively little about the place. He'd mainly focused on the town around the temple his target had been in.
|DM - Voice of the Voiceless
Immediately, her demeanor once more changes and she is again a perfect picture of grief. Crying "No, I can't bear to leave you!" as tears are once more conjured from her eyes to roll down her cheeks, she gives you a kiss on the cheek. When her lips touch they are ice-cold and their caress feels somehow alien and inhuman.
Blackerly shakes his head at her grief. "I'm afraid it's time, miss." Tiadora looks deep into Blackerly's eyes and says, "Thank you for letting me say farewell. There's no need to search my dear sister. You are such a good friend for letting me see her one last time."
"Such a good friend," Blackerly repeats with his voice almost mechanical as the sound is issued as if by rote. Then the watch sergeant seems to snap out of it and bows politely. "A pleasure, madam," Tiadora leaves unveiled in Blackerly's company. Her eyes meet yours one last time and she briefly gives you a wicked smile.
"Three days," a telepathically voice echoes in your mind. "Don't disappoint me, dearest" The visitation concluded, you are dragged back to the cell.
Not less than five minutes after the lady was dragged away, she is returned by a group of six guardsmen - the sergeant not present this time. She is locked back into her manacles and the guards leave you alone with your companions once more.
From this point on - a general note. Normal speech is fine, yelled or loud disagreements have a chance to attract the attention of the guards. Similarly any action that is loud may also attract their attention.
Forewarned is forearmed.
|Albina Mariposa
Albina waits for a long moment to be sure that the guards have gone before reaching into her hair, and teasing loose the silken veil, so that she can examine it more closely.
A flask of some sort, a bag, a pair of daggers, some unusual implements, perhaps of torture, a pentacle of Asmodeus, a window?, a lantern, a pile of bricks and a spiral of rope, perhaps? she ponders silently to herself, as she examines the embroidered designs. And yet, no concealed wires, that I can feel, that might be useful in picking our way out of these manacles...
In Infernal, she whispers to Mi'Dre, "I am Albina Mariposa, diabolus, and my destiny is not to die in this place. If I can divine a means from this place, will you accompany me, immortal one?"
Mi'Dre almost had his hands cleared of splinters now, the demon flexing his digits experimentally. He winced slightly, some of the shards apparently too fine for him to spot, but it was better. He was starting to test the tightness of his manacles when the guards returned, quickly stopping his efforts, watching as Albina was re-shackled. He was starting to lose interest again when he noticed her pull something from her hair. He couldn't help the slight smile that rose to his cracked lips.
|Albrecht d'Famion
|Shendalyn Shawn
|DM - Voice of the Voiceless
Turning the veil over within her manacled hands Albina finds it a fine silk veil of gossamer cloth. There are a number of delicate patches embroidered unto the fabric:
- two daggers
- a lantern
- a length of rope
- a sack
- a set of fine tools
- a window
- a flask
- a stack of gold coins
- the symbol of Asmodeus
Perhaps this veil holds a similar magic?
|Albrecht d'Famion
For a few moments, Albrecht stared at the veil. It can't be, he thinks to himself. For such fortune to land in their lap, perhaps Asmodeus was looking out for them after all.
Albrecht had to suppress a laugh. This motley group might just be the first to escape Branderscar!
|Shendalyn Shawn
|Albrecht d'Famion
Albrecht craned his neck to see what he could see outside of their cell.
|DM - Voice of the Voiceless
|Black Jack
|Albina Mariposa
If her manacles allow her the freedom of movement to do so, Albina very quietly casts detect magic, to confirm that this veil is indeed such a magical item, and not merely an oddly embroidered bit of mundane silk.
Albina whispers again, in the common tongue, "Are any here skilled at the picking of locks?"
As she speaks, she reaches out quietly with a manacled hand to see if she has enough reach to hand something to the person chained beside her, although she does not yet hand off an item.
"And has anyone marked a schedule for when the guards pay us visits? I would prefer to take my leave soon after they leave us alone for a spell, to lengthen the amount of time that passes before another shift comes to find us gone..."
"I have some talent with the picks, though the guard's treatment did me no favors. If you sister managed to pass along some tools though...?" Mi'Dre didn't quite know what the excitement was over the scarf yet, but it seemed Albina had connections. He craned his head towards the scarf, catching glimpses of the items pictured thereon.
At Albina's second question Mi'Dre shook his head. "None that I have determined, but I have only been here a few hours..." he replied, glancing at Albrecht and Shendalyn at their suggestions, and then finally at Jack.
"If we plan to work together then we should know what everyone is capable of. I am nimble and quiet, and stronger than I might appear. I wager in a test of strength I could take any of you." The devil's head raised as if expecting a challenge, while he flexed aching muscles, gritting his teeth again the countless pains that wracked his body. "The guards have maimed me however, I feel that all my power is not available to me. Even so I need no weapons, nor light of any kind, and my kind is... adept at physically overpowering people. I know a few small spells that remain to me, and" as if continuing the same sentence in everyone's mind I can facilitate silent communication.
He let that sink for a few moments before turning back to Albina. "Now if you have some picks for me, I shall see if my skills are sufficient to the task." the Devil glanced towards the door and cast a quick spell, causing a ghostly clawed hand to appear in front of Albina, outstretched to receive the picks.
|Albrecht d'Famion
"I have skill with sword and magic," Albrecht whispered while the Gaav worked his magic, "I'm also a trained soldier and command troops on the field of battle."
Looking at Albina, Albrecht nodded.
|Shendalyn Shawn
"Please, Gaav, don't be modest. Tell us everything you can do." Shendalyn says sarcastically rolling his eyes.
Turning to Albrecht.
"I have some skill with a blade and magic like our friend here. Though I think it's a fair judgment to say our methods are...radically different."
"Well that is oh so helpful." Mi'Dre returned with a sigh. He had no to desire to be in charge, but someone had to. He did not want his existence to end here; unlike these Mortals he was already in his afterlife, and if it ended now then that would be it.
"If your ego requires it then feel free to take charge, but knowing more than that you have 'some skill' would be helpful to the rest of us. This is no time for secrets; what spells do you have available to you, and will they be any help in subduing the guards and finding our way out?" he glanced again at the scarf Albina held. "We only have limited resources, so we must plan accordingly." he was no great tactician, merely one amongst dozen of his kind back in Hell, but he did have aspirations, and was doing his best to apply what knowledge he had obtained.
"I agree if we can we should eliminate what forces they have here, as these are likely to be amongst the better trained in the area, are they not? Even should there be other officers nearby, I do not plan to linger long to try and assassinate anyone else who might follow." he fully intended to try and make contact with the one who had been meant to return him to his home plane, but he didn't know how likely such a thing would be any more. His capture likely frightened said contact into hiding.
What does Mi'Dre actually know about Brandescar? Knowledge (Local)1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
|DM - Voice of the Voiceless
Albina's inspection of the veil proves that it is magical, and it functions as suspected - when a patch is removed the corresponding item is created as if from air. She also knows that the process is one way, and there is no way that the items can be returned to patch form. Lastly, try as she might - she cannot confirm exactly what each patch entails without removing it...
This is the first night that you will have been specifically within this cell within Branderscar; so if you want to wait to get an idea of watch schedules and the like you'll need to wait overnight - using up one of your three days.
|Black Jack
I shall not accept your challenge dear Gaav, being a simple mortal myself, but I know my way around weapons and its uses too. I also know people on the outside who can be of some help once we get out.
And as you said...I do have some of the Prince's blessings bestowed upon my person. smilling to himself.


text:
Every summer Benna and I go off for a week or two to a cabin in the woods with a pile of books. It's a ritual we have stuck to over more than 40 years of marriage—even in the years when our kids were growing up (they brought their own stacks of books)—a legacy of a love of books nurtured in our undergraduate years at small liberal arts colleges. I read nonfiction. She reads literature. Both of us do our best to ignore the headlines, the nightly news, the barrage of emails and text messages from planet Earth … even the wild turkeys running in the woods.
It was harder than usual to escape into our books this summer, as the stock market gyrated wildly and the debt crisis came to a head. What are they thinking? What the heck is going on?
I'll spare you my answers to these questions (although Rodney King's famous quote—"Can't we all get along?"—was never far from my mind). But when the books didn't work their magic, I thought about North Central, escaping to, rather than from, the world where I live and work because that world has never made more sense.
There was the Southwest Airlines pilot in August who spotted my hat as I was getting off the plane: "North Central College, right? Great school. I graduated from there." Big smile. Would he be on campus on 11/11/11, at the Great Reunion, when we celebrate our 150th birthday? He hoped so. Two more national championships, the campus named one of the "most sustainable" in the country, and one of the "best places to work." And the mid-summer note from the talented singer and actress who graduated more than a decade ago (Holly Scheutz '00 Friend) with a picture of her three kids, including the latest addition, a daughter. Rumor has it she'll be there for the big birthday bash, coming all the way from California.
So many graduates. So many stories. So many joyous one-on-one reunions to look forward to this fall. And an unprecedented array of remarkable events marking the College's Sesquicentennial, from authors Caroline Kennedy and Tyra Banks to performers Yo-Yo Ma, Herbie Hancock and the Beach Boys.
In the midst of these reveries, two big North Central realities for 2011-2012 brought me back to Earth: the need to complete the transformation of the infrastructure of the physical campus that has taken place over the past 15 years, by funding plans for a new science center (and the as-of-yet unsuccessful drive to find lead gifts in the Sesquicentennial Campaign for that effort); and the year-long strategic planning exercise that must confront fundamental questions about the College's future programs and direction.
Reflecting upon those realities—and the wider realities that have haunted our national dialogue this summer—I returned repeatedly to an extraordinary moment at this June's Commencement. There on the College's website was our Commencement speaker, the poet Christian Wiman, to remind us, in words of rare eloquence, of the faith and wisdom that are at the heart of the value-oriented liberal arts education for which North Central has stood for 150 years. May it always be thus, in this Sesquicentennial season, and for generations to come:
"There will come a time when you will be called to account by existence. You will fall in love or your career will fall apart. You will see your first child come screaming into the world as if God himself had spoken, or you will walk out of an oncologist's office one day with your world torn apart. There is a place in you right now that is pure possibility, pure spirit, pure presence, pure gift—and whether it is to survive anguish or to fully enter joy, you are going to need this inner sanctum in yourself over the years. Find some way—art, for instance—of keeping that space alive. Find some faith that transcends this world, and in doing so gives you the world back in all its infinite and infinitesimal abundance."
Harold R. Wilde
North Central Now Fall 2011


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Morning all.
so i am very worried. my dd is 7 months old and i nurse on demand.
She has been eating more frequently but she is more distracted during the days and so i figured that was why. Well my period just started today. Shouldn't it start after i stop bf? will it reduce completely? She bf when she wakes up and every time she wakes up at night to fall asleep, and all day.
I have given her tiny bits of food here and there but nothing constant. i am worried my milk is reducing? could that be why she eats more often? she isnt that fussy though..
also i dont get as engorged as i used to but i feel like i have enough. i always seem to be leaking...
please, if anyone can give any kind of insight i would appreciate it.


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750 Miles, 5 Months, 1 Long Walk for Diabetes Prevention
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Growing up, I was the fat kid who couldn't run a mile to save her life. Now, I'm walking 750 miles to do just that, and I'm working to inspire others in the process.
For five months starting in January, I will walk 750 miles through California to raise diabetes awareness and prevention in middle school students. Along the route, our team will conduct free workshops in middle schools to promote healthy habits and to inspire the students by our example.
The Walk started as an idea last year. Through the effort of a talented team and the enthusiasm of the schools and communities across California, we are well on our way to reaching 10,000+ students during the five-month walk.
It's been amazing to take the Walk from an idea through realization. In my work as a consultant to the pharmaceutical industry, I was exposed to the devastating future outlook of diabetes and obesity. Seeing my own high risk, I realized that I needed to change. In the process, I had the opportunity to inspire others. From this revelation, the idea of the Walk was born, and now I'm three months into a year-long sabbatical from my "day job" to walk the walk of diabetes prevention.
Thanks goes to everyone who has made this dream possible!
For more information, visit our website: www.cawellnesswalk.com.


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#217575 - 07/09/14 02:43 PM Re: messy [Re: Bazr]
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Really, Bazr?
What down underworld dictionary has those two obscure words at your casual flip?
And otherwise your poem as well is obscure.
#217576 - 07/09/14 07:54 PM Re: obscure [Re: jenny jenny]
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Isn't obscurity the spice of life?
We all pale into obscurity, don't we?
It's from Mirriam-Webster Open Dictionary on New Words & Slang.
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#217597 - 07/10/14 03:21 AM Frangible Inyourface? [Re: Bazr]
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I think that I get pigatry
I watch it each night on TV
But I don't get phicon:
Run, purple, or Nikon?
To me it's a deep mystery.
#217614 - 07/10/14 12:03 PM Re: obscure [Re: Bazr]
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Originally Posted By: BazrIsn't obscurity the spice of life?
We all pale into obscurity, don't we?
It's from Mirriam-Webster Open Dictionary on New Words & Slang.
Most of us anyhow!
Edited by LukeJavan8 (07/10/14 12:03 PM)_________________________
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Originally Posted By: TromboniatorVOLE VOWEL
There was a pretentious old soul
Who pronounced 'Vowel' something like 'Vole'.
As an owner of land,
He thought himself grand,
And said his name 'Powell' as 'Pole'.
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-> Yes I know, but maybe I should receive one star for being topical.
Listen my children and you shall hear
A rhymed black limerick by Nostradamus
The bear from the East, Putin, goes insane
Our reptile boy Motus, (read POTUS) doesn't restrain
Planes fall from the sky and we all die...all of us.
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In a hot oriental bazaar,
A gypsy girl played the guitar.
Her skill was not much,
But her gusto was such
That the crowds all proclaimed her a star.
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In 1842 Queen Victoria became the first monarch to ride in a car pulled by a locomotive. A failed assassination attempt on her life as she rode about in the royal horse-powered carriage a month earlier might have been her prompt.
Her footmen rode standing near the soot stack up front
Among cut flowers the Queen followed in a railcar with a loo
She looked out the window and raised her lorgnette
A grimy commoner was staring in - their eyes met
At that magic moment both simultaneously knew
That kings, queens, and commoners, would one day be few.
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There was an enormous gorilla
Which lived in a zoo near Manila.
A man caused surprise
By grabbing its thighs
And marching it back to his villa.
#218284 - 08/25/14 04:58 PM Unexpected attack [Re: A C Bowden]
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I bump her 'cause I'm in a hurry,
Spill her drink. Now her eyes flash with fury.
She imagines a slight,
And she's ready to fight.
My eyes burn with vodka-ice slurry.
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We need to take a quick trip to Fla from NC for family reasons and my little one will be 7 weeks the weekend we travel. I decided we should fly rather than drive for 12 hours to be easier on us and the baby. I know I should breastfeed for takeoff and landing for the baby's ears, but has anyone flown with breastmilk? I pump every morning and will be returning with 2 days worth and an ice pack.
Any other suggestions that may make this easier would be appreciated as I really don't want to do this so early, but unfortunately it is unavoidable for family reasons.
Thanks very much for your input!


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Well, the state's beefed up Rules Review Commission (RRC) is set to begin. In keeping with North Carolina's new political leadership's ideology of openness, the commission has scheduled a public meeting so the average working stiff can attend and listen or comment. The meeting is scheduled for 10:30 a.m. Thursday (Jan. 16) at the Office of Administrative Hearings on New Hope Church Road in Raleigh.
Now the Rules Review Commission is not a new entity. It has been around since 1986. It was created with the intent and purpose of determining if proposed new rules were authorized by law and if they were clear and necessary. But now, thanks to the Regulatory Reform Act, the new "beefed up" RRC is also the final arbiter, determining if a rule is needed or if it should be abolished.
I should point out here that by "rules," I'm not talking about "no running in the halls," or "keep right except to pass." No, according to Kirk Ross in Coastal Review Online (Jan. 10) "… in the parlance of government the word [rules] describes exactly how something mandated by law is accomplished. Rules lay down the definitions, requirements and procedures both for government agencies and anyone who wants or needs to interact with them."
So in today's North Carolina, any business, government agency, government official, environmental organization and/or private citizen that proposed or undertook any endeavor that would impact surface water and or wetlands would be bound by the rules that are currently in place. What happens if those rules were repealed or abolished?
It's pretty easy to see that members of a rules commission like the RRC — the ultimate arbiters with regards to the state's drinking water, stormwater runoff, river and/or stream classification and buffer requirements, among other things — should be publicly vetted and selected based on their expertise, knowledge and abilities. North Carolina achieves this by having its RRC appointed by the legislature.
It's probably a good thing that the RRC is going to work right away. According to Ross' piece, "The N.C. Division of Water Resources on Wednesday presented the state Environmental Management Commission, or EMC, which devises environmental rules, with a list of 375 surface water and wetland rules that it says will need to go back through the re-adoption process."
Ross also quotes Grady McCallie, policy director at the North Carolina Conservation Network, as stating that, "The EMC has roughly 2,000 rules to consider. Hundreds more are under the purview of other DENR-related entities such as the Coastal Management and Mining and Energy commissions."
Also, according to Ross, NC DENR officials estimate that the review of these rules will take until 2018. And what happens if any of these rules don't make it through the review process? They automatically expire.
I suggest you check out Ross' piece at www.nccoast.org/article.aspx?k=92d3e742-5cac-4768-b010-83d367bfa4b2.
And also an earlier posting at the SmithEnvironment blog www.smithenvironment.com/environmental-policy-in-n-c-looking-back-at-2013-and-forward-to-2014.
During this RRC process there will be opportunities for public comment, and Ross' piece helps explain how this should play out. But remember, these rules — many in place for years — can be reversed or abolished simply by fiat of the General Assembly, and the most binding public comment in that regard is your vote. Mid-terms are coming up, and if you don't like the direction things are going, go to your polling place and make a public comment — just remember to bring your driver's license and be prepared to stand in line.


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Of the Trial to Assess Chelation Therapy, Bayes, the NIH, and Human Studies Ethics
An experiment is ethical or not at its inception; it does not become ethical post hoc—ends do not justify means.
~ Henry K. Beecher
A couple of weeks ago, Dr. Josephine Briggs, the Director of the National Center for Complementary and Alternative Medicine (NCCAM), posted a short essay on the NCCAM Research Blog touting the results of the Trial to Assess Chelation Therapy (TACT) (italics added):
The authors found that those receiving the active treatment clearly fared better than those receiving placebo. The accompanying editorial in the AHJ reminds readers about the value of equipoise and the need to "test our beliefs against evidence."
Most physicians did not expect benefit from chelation treatment for cardiovascular disease. I readily admit, initially, I also did not expect we would find evidence that these treatments reduce heart attack, strokes, or death. So, the evidence of benefit coming from analyses of the TACT trial has been a surprise to many of us. The subgroup analyses are suggesting sizable benefit for diabetic patients—and also, importantly, no benefit for the non-diabetic patient. Clearly subgroup analyses, even if prespecified, do not give us the final answer. But it is also clear that more research is needed to test these important findings.
And TACT findings are indeed a reminder of the importance of retaining equipoise [sic], seeking further research aimed at replicating the findings, and neither accepting nor rejecting findings based on personal biases. The scientific process is designed to weed out our preconceived notions and replace them with evidence.
Dr. Briggs concluded:
So, TACT is a reminder—an open mind is at the center of the scientific method.
Dr. Briggs's title was "Bayes' Rule and Being Ready To Change Our Minds", a reference to a recent editorial that had accompanied one of the TACT papers. That editorial, by Dr. Sanjay Kaul, a physician and statistician from UCLA, begins with this quotation:
Preconceived notions are the locks on the door to wisdom.
~ Merry Browne
Here is the relevant passage from Dr. Kaul's editorial (italics added):
Sixth, it has been argued that the trial was unethical because there was no compelling clinical or preclinical evidence that chelation therapy has significant efficacy against atherosclerotic cardiovascular disease, and given that chelation therapy can cause harm, the risk was not minimal. A Bayesian analysis would not look kindly on the results because of the low prior probability of treatment effect (the so-called implausibility argument).6 This is an uncharitable (and unwarranted) interpretation of the data because previous systematic reviews concluded, "insufficient evidence to decide on the effectiveness or ineffectiveness of chelation therapy in improving clinical outcomes among people with atherosclerotic cardiovascular disease." It is axiomatic that absence of evidence of efficacy is not the same as evidence of the absence of efficacy.
From a Bayesian perspective, the strength of evidence is often summarized using a Bayes factor, which is a measure of how well 2 competing hypotheses (the null and the alternate) predict the data. The Bayes factor and the corresponding strength of evidence for the primary end point result in TACT overall, and diabetic cohorts are shown in Table 1. The p-value of 0.035 for TACT overall cohort translates into a Bayes factor of 0.108, which means the evidence supports the null hypothesis ≈1/9th as strongly as it does the alternative. This reduces the null probability from 50% pretrial (justified by suspension of one's belief in treatment effect) to 10% post-trial. Although this does not represent strong evidence against the null, it does reduce the level of skepticism surrounding chelation therapy. In the diabetic cohort, the nominal p-value of 0.0002 translates into a Bayes factor of 0.002 (1/500), which reduces the extremely skeptical prior null probability of 95% to 4% post- trial, indicating very strong evidence against the null.
In concluding, Dr. Kaul states:
Finally, TACT highlights the double standard when it comes to accepting inconvenient results not aligned with our preconceived notions on so-called dubious quack cures such as chelation…
Closed minds?
Dr. Kaul's reference "6" above is to a lengthy article that we published in 2008 titled "Why the NIH Trial to Assess Chelation Therapy Should Be Abandoned". So, it seems, both Drs. Briggs and Kaul were chastising us for our biased, preconceived beliefs about so-called dubious quack cures. Our minds were, apparently, not open. Let's examine this contention. (more…)


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Originally Posted by Granite
Kazeri: sunlight... Yes akuma I am Kazeri-
Akuma:... I have no Idea how I knew your name.... and vice versa...
Kazeri: Fool we were introduced remember :y
Dimencha: ypu i remember that
Originally Posted by Granite
Kazeri: Fool we were introduced remember :y
Oh sorry, I tend to forget names nd faces when I Change my form frequently. (lying)
Kazeri: right yah of course now I got to go class now..
Akuma: ..... fool....
Kazeri: walks to class
Dimencha: *already siting in the calss*
Kazere: walks in class sits down-
Kazeri: hey..
Dimencha: hey there....
Dimencha: what up with you?
Kazeri: I am acing this class nothing really it's just I am naturally good at it so my demeanor comes off as bored-
Kazeri: oh- puts head on desk-
not bored sad and worry
Akuma: *goes on roof and meditates, seeking out chi, which makes him even stronger because its noting but dark energy here in hades.*
Dimencha: hmmm
*senses you*
(vampire RP bright)
Originally Posted by juana maaki
Dimencha: hmmm
*senses you*
(vampire RP bright)
(already on it)
Akuma: ...... MESSATSU!! (large amount of power spikes, reaches new form, even higher than true(shin) form for 5 seconds)
Last edited by Bright Master; 11-16-2012 at 01:25 AM.
Dimencha: what wrong now akuma!
Originally Posted by juana maaki
Dimencha: what wrong now akuma!
Akuma: *returns to normal state* *begins panting*
Nothing... But I've reached a new form.... Pandora's box, or at least radiation of it is nerby, much stronger than the one on earth....
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