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This is the story of Kel, Gian and their friends as they embark on a journey of discovery and evolution. The premise is that most of mankind has already taken this journey; but some were left behind because they thought the journey was "evil." Kel, Gia and their friends are the descendants of those hold outs.
The sun shone brightly on the verdant grass, spilling away in all directions from the stage. It was a simple platform; two meters high, round, perfectly smooth metal and barren save the man standing upon it. He looked to be in his late twenties, maybe early thirties, but there was something in his rather unremarkable eyes that spoke of wisdom and the pain that comes with its earning. His name was Jonathan, pronounced in the French style and with a definite accent. He was the last human left on Earth; well, the last true one as far as he was concerned.
The loose crowd around the stage felt like a herd of lost sheep, murmuring amongst themselves and shifting slightly in subtle waves. There were maybe one hundred thousand of them, and they all looked at Jonathan with a mixture of fear and disgust. He was an average looking man, average height, average build, short wavy brown hair and brown eyes. The kind of man that most people wouldn't notice, unless they had seen him suddenly appear, with a stage, in the centre of this very field a few minutes earlier.
There was a sudden hum from the stage and the crowd fell silent, all eyes on Jonathan.
"The covenant has been met," his words seeming to resonate in the air. Whether near or far from the stage, all heard him clearly, as if he were having a quiet conversation with them in a garden. The stage seemed to project the sound everywhere without being too loud or too soft.
"The world has been returned to the state that was specified, you have been gathered here in one place and your leader shall now confirm that the covenant is met."
There was a brief wuff, like a muted explosion from a distance. Another man appeared on the stage. He was dressed in flowing robes of fine white, and wore a crimson sash across his chest marked with symbols. He stared daggers at Jonathan as he turned full circle to inspect the crowd and the lands further afield. He was slightly taller than Jonathan, with rich black hair falling in curls to his shoulders and piercing blue eyes. Next to Jonathan in his loose slacks and shirt, he seemed a king.
"We are truly beloved of our Lord God. He has granted our prayers!"
Father Omar used his considerable orator's voice to deliver this celebratory welcome to his flock. He had refused to be told of the stage's function. Jonathan had been prepared for this, and wasn't fazed by the sudden and rather violent vibration of the stage. Father Omar caught himself as if startled. The crowd shied and winced, many holding their ears. Father Omar returned his steely gaze to Jonathan, seething.
Jonathan's expression remained impassive, although he was chuckling inside. He probably deafened half of them!
"Do you accept this as fulfilment of the covenant?" He asked quietly of the man.
Father Omar surveyed the surroundings once more; the mountains in the distance, the rich forests below them, the town built to one side of the slow moving river, the farms and farmsteads spread out on both sides of the river, and his people gathered here to celebrate a new beginning under God's grace, and God's alone.
"The covenant has been fulfilled." Was spoken in a more modest voice, although his inner orator still rang through. Or rather it will be when I am rid of you and your kind!
"Thank you." Jonathan offered, and Father Omar vanished from the stage, to appear instantly in a less crowded part of the gathering a hundred meters or so from the stage. Father Omar stared back at Jonathan and looked to be near apoplexy. Those near him shuffled to a more respectful distance, and not from reverence.
"I will leave you shortly, as the final requirement of the covenant; however, should anyone care to join me, they need simply mount this stage," a staircase appeared at each cardinal point of the stage, "and they will be welcome. I will remain here until dawn tomorrow." With that, a chair and table appeared, and Jonathan sat down to sip on a glass of red wine and enjoy the glorious beauty of the day.
Father Omar's voice boomed out from the crowd. "Come my children, let us descend to the town and take up God's work! Heed no more the words of the heretic! All glory to the Lord God!"
The crowd began to move toward the town, and Jonathan smiled at those who passed the stage. In most eyes he still saw the fear and loathing of the evangelical types, but in some there was no loathing, more curiosity or intrigue. Oh, the fear was still there, it's one thing to hear about the 'miracles' of Cuaire, another completely to witness it. And most of these people had refused to witness what they considered blasphemy.
It was still amazing to think that Cuaire had only really become viable ten years ago. And look how far things had progressed and how fast the world had changed! The world had embraced it as the natural next step in human evolution. The religious world aside, of course.
Hindus and Buddhists got it, but then their religions were less about worship and more about philosophy and enlightenment. The less stable religions simply committed suicide, either literally, politically, theologically or philosophically, as did many members of mainstream religions who couldn't reconcile Cuaire with faith.
I suppose that was the sad joke of Cuaire, religious faith undermined it. It came down to a quote from Jonathan's childhood in Provence; "On peut adorer ou devenir, mais pas les deux." You can worship or become, but not both. It was from a philosophy article his mother had read to him. It was a discussion of the French love of worshipping successful Americans without creating their own successes of the same or higher stature. His mother had been trying to teach him to reach for the things that other people were content to only dream of. He supposed it had probably worked, just not in the way his mother would have expected. It was a shame that she had died only three years before Cuaire was discovered.
As he finished his wine, the glass vanished and Jonathan lit a cigarette and sipped an espresso that hadn't been there a moment ago. The espresso was almost as good as the ones he savoured those afternoons as a young man in Aix. Almost. He still hadn't gotten the damn coffee right! Then again, it had been a busy three years since he had mastered Cuaire. Soon he would have the time to really perfect it.
The crowd was still moving past the stage as he mused on perfecting a French espresso from his youth. Most were well on their way to the town, now. The town had been made to support them all. It had everything they would need to lead the pastoral lives they apparently thought were the lives they were meant to lead. There was no technology that wasn't powered by man or beast. There was also a library, built to survive almost anything, that contained virtually indestructible manuals on how to build or make anything they might need from the available natural resources. It would be a hard few years as these people relearned how to live without technology, but it was definitely a better solution than the war.
The sun was setting and the crowd had long since moved into the town. There were flickering lights in many of the windows; how long had it been since someone had looked upon a town lit exclusively by fire? The town reminded him of those riverside towns in the Rhone Valley. Clay tile roofs, beige walls, narrow streets and wide avenues filled with platanes. He could understand the appeal of this lifestyle, he just couldn't understand how someone could choose it over Cuaire.
A street lamp appeared next to his table and Jonathan snacked on a cheese platter with a selection of great wines to complement them.
"Sir?" A mousy voice piped tentatively.
Jonathan looked around and saw a young girl, maybe 13 or 14 standing at the base of the west stairs.
"How can I help you, my dear?" he smiled. This one had stared at him with a burning curiosity earlier in the day as her parents had led her past the stage on the way to the town.
"What happens if I climb up there?"
Now there was a loaded question! "Well, that depends on what you want to happen. My name is Jonathan, what's yours?"
"I'm Tasha."
"Well, Tasha, if you come with me, you will learn all about Cuaire. Do you know what that is?"
"Is it evil magic sent by the devil?" Her voice was wavering, but so where the convictions she had been raised with.
"I hardly think the devil, if he existed, would give each of us the power to defeat him! Cuaire is an art; and once you learn it, it becomes like a skill. Do you have any skills, Tasha?"
"I can knit and I am a good cook and I can take care of gardens and …"
"Well there you go! Learning Cuaire is like learning all of those things and more. At first it's very hard, but as you practise you get better at it, and eventually you can even invent new ways to do those things. That's exactly like Cuaire."
"But what happens when I come up there?" she asked boldly, her courage finally showing itself.
"The first thing that will happen is, you will join me at this lovely table and enjoy a nice dinner. Then you can have a nap, if you like - I have to stay here until sunrise, in case anyone else wants to come with us." Jonathan smiled inwardly; this one is a real coquine, as his mother would have said. Ready to take the leap, but only if she feels good about who she is trusting.
"Once the sun comes up, you, me, anyone else who's here and this stage will go to my home. There we'll start you all learning about Cuaire. You can stay as long as you want, or you can leave anytime you like." Now, how can I put this so it doesn't scare her away? "Unfortunately, you won't be allowed to come back here, if you leave with me tomorrow. The covenant prohibits anyone who knows about Cuaire from returning here. I can promise you this, you will never be hungry, or thirsty again and you will always have someone to help you until you master Cuaire. Once you have mastered it, you will be able to do anything you want" Now there's an understatement!
"But I can't ever come back here? I'll never see my ma and pa again?"
"I'm afraid not, Tasha. This is the way the church wants it. They stopped the violence and we made them a place to live in peace without us around to disturb them. If you come with me, you can't return here." Will she have the courage to take that step?
Tasha sat staring at Jonathan for a long while. Jonathan smiled and ate a slice of apple. Then she looked back to the town. No one seemed to have noticed that she was gone, or else they didn't care. Finally, after several minutes, she lifted a foot onto the first step.
Chapter 1
The sun rose through the mists of morning as the people of the town began to stir. The Patriarch watched as the light first touched the tops of the buildings, turning the red clay tiles into something resembling molten iron. God was truly magnificent in all he had created. Already the bakers' ovens were working, and smoke curled skyward from their chimneys. The Patriarch could even smell the rich perfume of fresh bread rising to his balcony. A few minutes later, the merchants began setting up their tables in the square. The sound of community sprang forth from the predawn silence that had ruled only moments before. The Patriarch felt peace and revelled in these moments where the world was as it should be, and the petty troubles of everyday life had yet to intrude.
This was the 933rd year of God's Peace on this world. The Ancient Evil had been banished and witchcraft was gone from the world. He had been the 23rd Patriarch of the Church of God for over 28 years now and the community of man was serene under God's splendour. While there were many tasks to accomplish each day, they were simply the work of any leader in times of peace and plenty; resolve disputes (which were rare), conduct the celebrations, oversee the resources of the community to ensure there was neither too much, nor too little, and that all the people were productive and cared for. None of these things were difficult, and most were handled by his administrators or the cardinals. His one true task was to remain vigilant. It had been over 500 years since the unrest of the Final Reformation and the Patriarch's one true purpose was to ensure that chaos never returned to the people. He was doing an excellent job so far. God willing, he would leave this world exactly as he had inherited it; perfectly at peace. As he turned from his balcony, he could hear the clack clack of the Guard practise starting up in the training yard. It reminded him that no matter how peaceful a world was, a little capacity for violence went a long way to keeping it peaceful.
Kel stood next to Tom on the practise yard sideline. He and Tom were near the top of their class in staves. Kel was not exceptionally tall, but he was tall enough, and what he lacked in height he made up for in strength and speed. He felt ready to take on the world; he would be 18 soon and would leave the dormitory of the Church to start his life in the town. God had been very kind to him. After he had lost his parents in the fire, the Church had taken him in, taught him about God, about the skills needed to help with God's plan and the roles he might one day take as a member of the people. He had studied woodcraft, farming, carpentry, and many other skills needed to keep the people and the town running smoothly. His favourite so far was Church Guard. His current skills class was with Rig, one of the smiths in the town. Smithing was interesting too, but being a Guard was something completely different. You didn't just spend every day in a shop or a mill, you went out into the world! You patrolled the edges of the known world and helped far flung farmers and other tradesmen when there was need. In the town, you simply went to the Church if you needed help, but some people lived several days' walk from the town, and so the Guard patrolled regularly to make sure they were never at risk for more than a day. Then, of course, there was the true calling of the Guard. They were the eyes of the Patriarch in the world. Ever vigilant for signs of evil that might threaten the people and God's Peace.
"Kel! Tom! To the circle!" bellowed the Sergeant
The boys stepped forward with their staves in hand. Tom was slightly taller than Kel, and almost a year older - he would likely be inducted into the Guard at the next mustering. Kel hoped he would follow him - maybe even get into the same mustering, since the next one was only 4 days after his 18th nameday. Tom had been his friend since he joined the Guard training 4 years earlier. He had taken Kel under his wing and helped him to learn how to stand tall and face his fears. He was everything Kel would have asked for in an older brother. All of the other Guard trainees looked up to him, not just because he was now the oldest, but because he always had time to help anyone who needed a little boost to reach their potential. Tom's father was also a Guard and often stopped by when he was in the town to tell the boys of his adventures out in the mountains, forests and farms of the world. Kel wanted that life more than anything; and to be able to share it with Tom would be even better.
The boys squared off facing each other in the training circle.
"Ready!" said the Sergeant
"May God guide my hands that I do only His will and guide my heart that I not succumb to the evil awaiting all who stray." Both boys intoned.
Both boys snapped into the ready stance and began to circle each other. Kel had been practising the staff for years now, and the sparring ritual felt like a kind of home. It had been months since anyone had landed a solid strike, but he always seemed to fail to strike his opponents too, and that led, more often than not, to a draw or sometimes a victory for his opponent, simply because Kel never seemed to make an attack and as the Sergeant always said; 'In a fight, a defender may never lose, but without an attack, he will also never win.'
As they circled, Kel let his mind relax and softened his eyes, letting himself slip into the state that Tom had taught him. Tom said that in this state, he would react more quickly and his mind would find opportunities for attack that a busier mind would miss. Kel had only recently mastered achieving this state, and this was the first sparring match where he had managed to relax enough to achieve it before he became distracted by the striking staves. Suddenly, Tom stepped in and brought his staff around to Kel's left side. Kel reacted instantly and parried the strike, rolling it over his head, spinning backward to his left and bringing the right butt of his staff within centimetres of Tom's head. Both boys stepped back.
Tom smiled broadly, "You found God's Peace, didn't you!"
"I was just lucky, Tom, I couldn't do that again if I tried"
"You attacked! You've never done that before, and never on the first bout!" Tom was very proud of Kel
Kel was starting to blush, "It just seemed like the right thing to do . . ."
"That is exactly what God's Peace is all about! You let God guide you, he is much better at it than you." Tom was practically giddy with pride.
"Are you boys going to praise each other into submission?! Point Kel! Ready!"
Kel returned to the state of God's Peace. It came even easier this time. As he circled Tom, he began to see an aura around Tom. It seemed to make Tom look fuzzy in some places and sharper than normal in others. Suddenly, as Tom moved into a potential stance for an attack, Kel saw him 'sharpen' into a slightly different stance. The first was a form that would have Tom's staff strike down from Kel's left to right. But the image that Kel saw was for a strike in the opposite direction. Instinctively, Kel stepped to his right, stepped in, dropped to one knee and struck a jab into Tom's stomach while he was still bringing his strike down from Kel's right.
Tom froze in mid-strike, staring in disbelief at Kel's staff resting on his stomach. All the other trainees, and even the Sergeant were silent, staring at Kel.
"Point and Match to Kel," the Sergeant said, all aggression gone from his voice.
The boys stood, saluted and stepped back to the side of training yard, freeing the circle for the next match.
"Jad, Bel, to the circle," the Sergeant's voice had regained some of its force, but he still watched Kel.
"How did you do that?" Tom whispered to Kel.
"Do what? I was able to find God's Peace easily the second time. God's hand guided, I followed. Isn't that how it is supposed to work?"
"Kel, I didn't see you move! One minute I was getting ready to strike and the next you were under my strike with the butt of your staff in my gut!"
"I don't know. It was strange. I saw you setup for a strike, but then I saw you change somehow and I knew you were going to do the opposite strike, so I just took advantage of that knowledge and used it to strike you first. I stepped right, in, and then down, then jabbed up at your midsection. How could you miss it?"
"I wasn't the only one who missed it, everyone did. It looked like you flowed from your ready stance to the attack without actually moving."
"Isn't that what the God's Peace does? Makes you able to react faster and see opportunities more clearly?"
"Sure, but it doesn't allow you to move faster than humanly possible, and it sure as the Ancients doesn't let you know what your opponent is going to do before they've decided to do it! You reacted to my strike at the same time as I decided to change it!"
Kel was starting to feel uneasy, and everyone was still looking at him from time to time, while Jad and Bel were sparring. This was definitely not the place to have this conversation.
"Let's chat over lunch, Kel." Tom had noticed all the attention too.
After the sparring and drills were done, everyone headed toward the baths. As Kel was heading that way, the Sergeant called him over.
"That was a very impressive bout, Kel," His eyes were looking for something in Kel's.
"Thank you, Sir. Tom has been helping me to achieve the God's Peace. It seems to make all the difference for me. I didn't even have to think about attacking, it just happened when I saw the opportunity. It's a strange feeling to have God step in and guide you like that."
"It is a truly glorious experience when He takes you in His hands." He said, returning to his usual gruff nature.
"I only hope I prove strong and wise enough to join the Guard next mustering, Sir." Kel said hopefully.
"We shall see, Kel. Keep up the good work here and in your classes and you have a good chance. Dismissed!"
Kel headed toward the baths feeling like he just narrowly escaped something, but he couldn't figure out what it was. Hopefully, Tom would know what was going on.
Tom floated in the hot pool, thinking about Kel and what had happened in the sparring match.
The God's Peace is not supposed to work that way. It is supposed to give you focus without distraction and the ability to react more quickly. Kel didn't react he acted as if he knew what I was going to do before I did! That shouldn't be possible. Could Kel be possessed? Kel?! That just doesn't make any kind of sense.
Kel arrived at the pool and slowly slipped into the scalding water. As he sank up to his neck, he slowly glided over to Tom and waited for Tom to open his eyes.
His eyes still closed, Tom said, "So, what did the Sergeant have to say?"
"Not much really. He said I had done very well, and I had a good chance to get into the Guard, next mustering."
"That's all?" Tom's eyes snapped open, and he looked at Kel.
"Well, he seemed impressed that I'd learned the God's Peace so well and so suddenly."
Tom looked around the pool; the last of the class were heading to the cold pool. "Tell me exactly what you saw during that second round."
"Uh . . . Well, I calmed my mind and softened my eyes, settled into the God's Peace and you seemed to get fuzzy. You were still circling, but I seemed to be able to feel all the different ways you could attack me from where you were. Then suddenly you seemed to get sharp in the stance you were in when you started your attack. I saw an easy way to avoid your strike and strike you at the same time, so I did it. I stepped to the right, stepped in and dropped to one knee, knowing your staff would pass over my head and to my left, and jabbed you in the stomach with the butt of my staff. It seemed so easy, I couldn't believe it worked until I looked up and saw your face."
"Kel, that is not the God's Peace. I don't know what it is, but it's not what I experience, nor what anyone I've talked to about the Peace has experienced." He noticed some of the sisters entering the hot pool. "Come on, let's hit the cold pool."
They quietly moved out of the hot pool and into the next room where the cold pool awaited, empty.
"I never understood why most people don't enjoy the cold pool, it has always made me feel exhilarated." Tom remarked as he plunged into the frigid water.
The town was built next to a river that brought icy water from the mountains almost year round. Only a few weeks of the year did the water warm slightly, near the end of summer. The baths were constructed to have a constant flow from the river to keep the cold pool and the heating reservoirs full at all times. The ingenious part was the hot water, which was heated by being held in reservoirs above the ovens in the kitchens. Since the ovens were almost constantly in use, there was never a shortage of extra heat for the tanks.
"What's going on, Tom?" Kel whispered.
"I know as much as you do, but seeing things before they happen; moving so fast that no one can see you do it, except apparently you. Does that sound like anything you've ever heard of?"
"Witchcraft? . . ." Kel offered.
"This is ridiculous, Kel! You're no more a warlock than I'm the Patriarch."
"Then why are we whispering?"
"Because even the mention of witchcraft can land you in front of the cardinals for inquisition. Look, Kel, let's take some time, just you and me, and figure this out. How about this rest day, we can go to the forest after prayers and see what we can figure out."
"So this isn't witchcraft, right?"
"I don't know Kel, but better we find out quietly, than at the next sparring session."
"Good point. I've had enough cold water for one day; both literally and mentally. I have to get to the smithy."
By the time Kel got to the smithy, Rig had the forge going fully and was working on repairing a ploughshare that had been bent almost in half.
"Morning's blessings to you, Kel. Are you ready for your next lesson?"
"Yes, Master Rig. What are we doing today?"
"I would like you to go over to that hopper full of rod and sort them into two piles, ones that are of good quality, and ones that need to be reforged." Rig was always gruff about lessons, and rarely explained anything until after Kel had failed at whatever initial task was set for him.
"Right away, Master Rig." Was all Kel could say. Any complaint that he had no idea what constituted good or bad iron would simply get a raised eyebrow and silence. The first time he had worked with Master Rig, he had asked a question and the Master Rig had told him, 'If I want to hear a question, I'll ask for one.'
Kel went over to the hopper and looked at the rods. There were twenty of them and they all looked about the same to him. He picked two up. Both were about half a metre in length and maybe two centimetres in diameter. Their weight seemed close to equal. He couldn't see any difference at all, so he put them aside in one pile. The second pair he pulled were identical to the first two, so into the pile they went as well. This continued until he had sixteen rods in his pile - every one identical as far as he could tell. Time for a new strategy.
He could just say they were all good, but that wouldn't get him any points with Rig unless he happened to be right. Not likely, though. Rig never gave him a task that couldn't be completed, and he never played games in the smithy. So there was at least one bad rod in the bunch, and likely several.
I wonder if God's Peace would let me see the rods better than I can right now! Kel quieted his mind and softened his eyes and looked at the four remaining rods in the hopper. They all appeared identical, crisper, but identical and then he saw it. The rod on the left had a fuzzy spot that seemed to cling to the side of it about a third of the way along. He picked up that rod and looked more closely at the fuzzy spot, and now he could see that the spot was actually the metal, but where the metal around the spot was sharp and solid, the fuzzy area was vibrating and went deep into the rod. This must have been what Master Rig was looking for!
He checked all the rods over again and found eight that had these flaws in them. He made the two piles, quite proud of himself, and then turned to Master Rig.
"Sir? I believe I have found the bad rods sire, there are 8." He said proudly.
"A good effort Kel, there are only 7, though. Show me your selection."
Deflated, Kel showed them to Master Rig.
"Show me what you found on this one." Rig said, handing one of the 8 rods to Kel.
"I see a weakness right here where the iron doesn't seem to be as strong."
Master Rig inspected the rod closely. Then he inspected the ends of the other rods.
Kel noticed that there was a small nick on the end of each of the other 7 rods. Idiot! Never thought to check for chuck marks that would tell you that Rig had already tested these rods and found them lacking.
Master Rig used a small hammer to tap along the side of the eighth rod. When he tapped near the weakness, there was a slightly less bright tink than elsewhere along the rod. He regarded Kel again.
"I don't know how I missed that one, Kel, but very impressive. You did that just by looking at them?"
"Yes sir, can't you see them?"
"If I look very hard, I can usually catch them. My father was able to catch most by eye, but he still used the hammer to double check. I always use the hammer, and so will you from now on."
"Yes, Master Rig."
"Now, come over here to the forge and tell me what you think of this ploughshare."
Kel approached the forge. I better keep my vision to myself. It seems like people can't see things as clearly as I can. I really need to talk to Tom about this.
"What do you see when you look at this work, Kel?"
Kel looked at the ploughshare, still glowing dark red near the middle where it had been bent. God's Peace snapped into place without him even willing it to and he saw a fine tracery of fissures through the metal where it had been bent.
"It looks like it will break easily in the middle there." He said, before he could stop himself. Demon addled idiot! Get control of yourself!
"You're right! You definitely have a feel for this work, Kel! The iron in this is fatigued and will need to be melted down and reforged before it can be strong again. Old Haral won't be happy, but he needs a new blade for his plough. Maybe this will teach him to plough a field before checking for buried boulders."
The rest of the day was spent keeping the forge hot, while Rig made a new ploughshare, or holding pieces while Rig shaped them as well as learning how to shape metals himself using scraps.
Kel had been hammering a short piece of rod flat to make a small knife for himself and was absorbed in the process while Rig tidied up the rest of the smithy. The metal was bright orange and Kel could see the knife that would become from this rough rod. As he hammered, he watched as the knife slowly took shape. He saw fuzzy bits here and there after each hammer stroke, but he willed them away, and they faded. Suddenly, he stopped in mid-swing. He was staring at a perfectly formed blade and tine. The metal seemed to glow with a subtle light of its own, not from the heat, but from something else. His eyes were filled with the perfection of it. This was the most beautiful piece of metal he had ever seen.
"You done there, Kel?" Rig came over to inspect his handiwork.
Kel started from his reverie and looked back at the blade in his tongs. It was exactly the blade he had imagined. It was a very nice piece of smith work. A perfectly straight spine, even blades on both sided, perfect tapering.
"I think so, Master Rig" he said cautiously.
"Well, quench it and let's have a look."
Kel did as he was told, and began tidying up his work area while the blade cooled. When he returned to the bench, Master Rig was staring at the blade he had made. Feeling its form and weight, looking for any flaws he could find.
"I find it hard to believe, Kel." He murmured.
"Is it okay, Master Rig?" Is there something wrong with it? Did I make another stupid mistake?
"Okay?! This is possibly the best piece of work I've ever seen from a piece of scrap iron!"
Kel had never seen Rig gush before, he was very uncomfortable for a moment. Rig had been polishing the blade while he inspected it, and the clean metal had a pearlescent sheen that seemed to be deeper than the blade was thick.
"Finish what you've started, Kel. Polish this up and fit a hilt to it, there should be a few up on that shelf over there. Then let's go to the square, I'm buying you a pint." Master Rig chuckled as he left the smithy and went into the house to change.
Kel did as he was told. He polished the blade until it shone, then he found a suitable hilt for it, and wrapped it in leather strapping. As he held it in his hand, he had to admit, it was a very pretty blade. He imagined it would hold an edge very well and there was a sudden flash of light from his palm.
He yelped and dropped the blade. It stuck straight up in the bench. Kel bent down to look more closely at the knife, afraid to touch it again. What was that?! As he looked at the blades edges, he noted a perfect millimetre wide edge was now on the blade. There were no kerf or grinding marks, just a perfect edge.
Kel sat down hard. Well if nothing else today was witchcraft; that most definitely qualifies! Did I do that?
He was still pondering the day's events when Master Rig strode back into the smithy with a highly uncharacteristic bounce in his step and said, "Aren't you done yet? Let's go grab that pint!"


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Famous physicist Stephen Hawking says the long-term
future of the human race must be in space
Rodger Bosch AFP/Getty Images file photo
Q: Cosmology has become a precise science during the last 15 years with data from the Hubble Space Telescope, Wilkinson Microwave Anisotropy Probe and other satellites, remaking our conception of the universe. What excites you about the next decade of cosmology?
A: I think the most exciting development will be gravitational wave astronomy. This will open a new window on the universe and enable us to see black hole collisions and gravitational waves from the Big Bang.
Q: Samuel Ting and others have spent 17 years preparing for the launch of the Alpha Magnetic Spectrometer in April. How significant is this instrument to modern physics?
A: I visited the AMS satellite while it was being prepared at CERN in September 2009. It collects primary cosmic rays in the search for dark matter and anti-matter. The results may provide the answer to the question, what makes up the universe's missing mass.
Q: What do you foresee as human evolution, and how do you see the human race progressing or will there ever be a destruction of it?
A: I believe that the long-term future of the human race must be in space. It will be difficult enough to avoid disaster on planet Earth in the next hundred years, let alone the next thousand or million. The human race shouldn't have all its eggs in one basket or on one planet. Let's hope we can avoid dropping the basket until we have spread the load.
Q: You have visited Texas A&M several times now. What's the draw for you?
A: It is good to be back. I first visited College Station in 1995 and have visited regularly since 2003 shortly after the Mitchell Institute was founded. The Mitchell family has shown me wonderful hospitality ever since.
Q: Would you trade your intelligence for full control of your body?
A: My intelligence defines who I am. I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Q: If you could with absolute certainty know the answer to one question, what would that question be?
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… is the documentation written by Eric White. The online version is at http://msdn2.microsoft.com/en-us/library/bb387098(VS.90).aspx If you install the "MSDN Library for Visual Studio Codename Orcas", you can navigate as follows:
+ Development Tools and Languages
+ Visual Studio
+ .NET framework Programming in Visual Studio
+ Language-Integrated Query (LINQ)
+ LINQ to XML
There is literally enough content here to fill a decent-sized book, with lots of examples and sample data. There is a "Getting Started" section that compares LINQ to XML with other XML APIs and technologies; there's a "Programming Overview" that gives a quick introduction to the most important classes and most common use cases; and then there is a wealth of information that drills into common but traditionally difficult topics (e.g "Working with Namespaces") and topics brand new to LINQ to XML (e.g., "Mixed Declarative Code / Imperative Code Bugs", AKA the Halloween Problem).
One problem was dictated by the different Beta1 freeze dates for the code and the documentation — there are some late API changes that didn't get into the docs. This will of course be fixed in Beta2, but for now take note:
1) Signatures for a number of methods changed (those that now take LoadOptions and SaveOptions)
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> From: Jody [mailto:KJB1611@...]One thing that I found disconcerting about the new drag and drop
> Hi Wayne and All,
> > I think I am starting to like the drag and drop feature.
> I've used it a few times and starting to get the hang of
> it not messing me up when I do not want it.
feature was the changing cursor icon. Sometimes I will select text
(to copy it, for example) and then single-click on the selected text
to unselect it. In the latest version of NoteTab, the cursor changes
to the drag icon as soon as the mouse button is pressed, so it quickly
changes and then changes back to an arrow during a single-click. In
Word 97, there is about a half-second delay before the cursor changes,
so that it doesn't change at all during a quick click.
I'm not sure if the description above makes sense, but maybe the
cursor change could be delayed in NoteTab. Another option would be to
not change the cursor until the text starts being dragged.
Anyway, I like the drag/drop feature, and I'm glad it is now available
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Painting The Town Red
It's been a long night and fatigue is starting to slow my steps. But I have just one more stop before I can rest and it's the big one, the only one that required an appointment, so I carry on.
I left the slaughterhouse almost six hours ago and I've been a very busy little boy in that time. After taking my leave of Wilkerson and Grozny, I hopped on the crowded number twelve bus and found a seat at the back where I could use my laptop in peace. I had to wait five agonizingly slow minutes before we entered a neighbourhood that had a strong enough Wi-Fi signal for me to pick up. I hammered out a message to The Rebel Voice before quickly disconnecting:
W + G are on our trail. Be careful.
The last two words had sprung unbidden to my fingertips but I didn't have time to consider them before hitting send. I like to pride myself on going straight to the point, no unnecessary words, the less said the better. So why did I feel the need to add on those useless words of warning?
There was no time for self examination so I pushed the thoughts away as I exited the bus and headed for my apartment. My place doesn't receive the attention it deserves - I'm just not there often enough to bother with the extra efforts required to keep it presentable - but it suits my needs: a central location, neighbours who keep themselves to themselves, and no security camera in the lobby to track my comings and goings.
I dropped off my laptop and set my backpack of supplies on the kitchen counter. I grabbed an arm's length of cardboard from the coat closet and my pen knife from a desk drawer before sitting down at the kitchen table. I'm not fond of stencilling, I much prefer the joy of painting free hand, but it simply cannot be beat when you need to tag as much as possible and time is not on your side.
A few minutes of work produced the outline I desired. Two names, one symbol: Wilkerson and Grozny, separated by a large heart. Not the most refined thing I've ever made, but it would serve its purpose.
I stashed it in my backpack and set to work, bringing only my signature red paint with me. Over the next five hours I tagged banks, storefronts, trashcans, newspaper boxes, office buildings, everything I could hit without being seen, from one side of the city to the other. The city will wake to see those two names joined together everywhere they turn.
About halfway through my spree I realized there was one location I could not pass up, so I set up my appointment. I hit Davis Street, the most recent hub of nightlife here, and found the crowds I needed. I passed by a group of men in business suits gathered outside the entrance to some night club being guarded by the single largest man I have ever seen. I palmed a cell phone from one of the men at the back of the group and kept walking.
I try to limit theft to people that won't really miss what I'm taking, or could easily replace it with change they find in their couch. I figured this guy fell in the latter category.
I flipped open the phone and dialled the number from memory. The line was picked up on the fourth ring.
"Hello, this is the central depot of…"
"Hey Paulie, it's Red," I cut in.
"Hey young gun, how's life?"
"Busy, as always. You doing okay?" I asked as I turned down an alley.
"Yeah, but I have a feeling you're about to change that," he said with a soft sigh.
"I need to get in the yard tonight, let's say 2 am." The resigned expletive that floated out of the earpiece was all the answer I needed. I ended the call and dumped the phone in an open dumpster.
So here I am, outside the 'yard' - the central storage depot which holds 80% of the public transit buses in the city. Paulie works security here; he's been doing the graveyard shift for as long as I've known him. This is only the third time I've had to ask him to look the other way and turn off the cameras so I can do my work. I'd do it more often but I know it causes him trouble - nothing too serious though, they'd never fire him.
I check my watch: 2:05 am. The red light on the camera across from me is still on. Maybe something came up; I wish I had kept the cell phone so I could check in with him.
2:10 am. It looks like it's time to call it a night… ah, here we go. I move from shadow to shadow until I reach the fence, peel open the section that never seems to get fixed and I'm in. I work quickly and quietly, moving from one bus to another to another, holding the stencil with my left hand and spraying with my right.
I'm three quarters of the way through the fleet, down to one can of spray paint, when the flood lights come on.


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As Wake Forest heads into its afternoon scrimmage Thursday, it does so with several key issues still lingering before the Sept. 5 Baylor game. If the Demon Deacons get consistency at the following positions, there's no reason they shouldn't be a dark-horse candidate in the Atlantic Division. I got a chance to speak with coach Jim Grobe on Thursday morning and he helped break down which players are starting to emerge at some of the key spots.
Like almost everyone else in the ACC, the Deacs don't have any experience behind their starter, and keeping Riley Skinner healthy this fall will be critical. Following the season-ending injury to receiver Terence Davis, backup quarterback candidate Skylar Jones moved to receiver to help that group. Ryan McManus, a former walk-on who has earned a scholarship, is the backup right now.
"The only thing with any of our kids, we've never seen them in live fire against another football team," Grobe said. "They get comfortable going against each other. They know who the defensive guys are. With no fans in the stands, nobody really watching them play, you start getting an idea who you think might be the quarterback, but more than any other position, a quarterback position you've just got to have something special about you."
The third-string quarterback right now is Ted Stachitas, who had shoulder surgery his senior year in high school and a second surgery on it once he got to Wake Forest. He went for about an entire year without throwing a football and looked like it when he made his first throws last spring.
"This fall he's been good," Grobe said. "His arm's healthy, his shoulder feels good now. I wouldn't say he's back to where it used to be, but we liked him in high school as a thrower and a runner and he's starting to throw the ball better and he's pain free. So now he's smiling once in a while."
If they needed to, Grobe would bring Jones back to quarterback. That would give them a different offensive look, though, and the Deacs would add more option to their offense.
One thing is clear: Grobe isn't thinking like NC State coach Tom O'Brien, or Duke coach David Cutcliffe in that he is intent on ushering in the next Wake Forest starting quarterback with playing time this fall.
"He's pretty much it and everybody knows it," Grobe said of Sinner. "It's not a deal where anybody is hopeful of taking snaps away from Riley. He's our guy."
The upcoming players to watch are on the defense, starting with Mike Williams at corner. He and Josh Bush are splitting reps at the one corner. Brandon Ghee has locked down the other. Grobe will likely play more than one corner and more than one safety, so Kenny Okoro will get some snaps. Bush has also been playing some safety, as the staff isn't necessarily as comfortable at safety, where Alex Fry and Cyhl Quarles are listed as the starters on the preseason depth chart. Junior Petit-Jean can be a good safety, but he'll have an occasional "mental bust."
Matt Woodlief and Hunter Haynes are the two players the staff feels most confident in, as they both got significant snaps last year despite being behind a trio of outstanding veterans. One player who has been a pleasant surprise this camp was Jonathan Jones, who is slated to take over for Aaron Curry. At the beginning of August, Jones hadn't showed the durability or consistency the staff was looking for. He started as a wide receiver, moved to the secondary and kept getting bigger, so they moved him again to linebacker.
"He's been pretty physical this August," Grobe said. "He's made quite a few plays. The other day in the scrimmage he probably had as many bonus points as any of the other defensive players. He's just come on a little bit. I think he sees it as his turn. That's been fun."
"The thing we don't have is, we don't have any Aaron Curry in that group," Grobe said. "Of course not too many people have an Aaron Curry. We don't have one of those kind of guys right now, but we do have a bunch of guys like Stan Arnoux and Chantz McClinic, guys we had last year. We've got a lot of good solid players who aren't flashy, maybe not quite the big-play guy Aaron Curry was, but they're good football players, and we've got a handful of guys fighting for spots. Even though we don't have the marquee guy, we've probably got as good a depth as we've ever had at linebacker."
Grobe wasn't happy with this group last year, and the loss of Davis to a torn ACL earlier this week didn't help, as Davis had a good scrimmage and was starting to come on. Marshall Williams has been the leader of the group, and Grobe has been impressed with his work ethic and toughness.
Another player who's fallen off the radar since playing as a true freshman but has made an impact this spring is Jordan Williams. Devon Brown, who had a bad back last year and wore a brace in all of the games, wasn't as effective because he was hurt last year but has started to contribute more this summer. He and Chris Givens have been playing the slot positions.
Another player who's been in the background that might come to the forefront is Danny Dembry.
"A lot of these guys are OK with being on the back burner," Grobe said. "They're OK with sitting back there on simmer for a while. As they get older, they start seeing their career disappear. Danny's one of those guys that wants to play now. It's important to him, and he's stepped up."
Skylar Jones is one of the faster players on the football team, and could also contribute immediately as long as he learns the position quickly.
"I hate to say anything," Grobe said with a laugh. "As soon as I say something good, they'll come out today at the scrimmage and kick like goats."
So far, though, so good.
Cline Beam, a former soccer player, came out in the spring and kicked a bit with the team, and looked average but clearly had a strong leg. He worked all summer, though, and has become a contender this August.
"He has a chance to be our kicker if we started tomorrow," Grobe said. "He's that close. He's got a really good leg. He's kicking off good, he's hitting some long field goals for us, so he looks good."
Freshman Jimmy Newman also shows a lot of promise and is competing with Beam for the kicking duties.
Grobe wants to get back to the days of having a kicker and a punter, instead of depending on one player -- like Sam Swank -- to pull double duty. Their situation this year will likely allow them to do that, with Shane Popham handling the punting. Grobe said he'll take anothe
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Technology addicts, rejoice! Soon you may no longer have to endure even a moment's separation from your gadgets during air travel. The US Federal Aviation Authority (FAA) is set to relax the current ban on the use of laptops, tablets and the like during take-off and landing (though restrictions on internet use will remain in place for now, at least). It seems reasonable to expect the UK Civil Aviation Authority (CAA) to soon follow suit. Here's hoping it doesn't.
Has new evidence on in-flight safety come to light? It has not. Instead, in a statement, the FAA attributes its regulations review to "intensely interested" consumer feedback. In other words, it gave in to pressure from pushy passengers. This debate is clearly short on hard, scientific evidence, so allow me to present my own anecdotal findings; these show a strong correlation between frequent flyer types (politicians, CEOs, Alec Baldwin – who was kicked off a flight for using his mobile phone) and people with an inflated sense of their own importance (politicians, CEOs, Alec Baldwin).
Those who oppose the ban call it arbitrary, and they do have a point. Vague claims of "electromagnetic interference" from airlines and the aviation authorities do sound suspiciously like a rejected Star Trek sub-plot, and those sturdy Boeing 747s seem unlikely to drop out of the sky just because an aisle seat passenger in row F sends a verboten text message. The FAA and the CAA have cited examples of aircraft navigation errors coinciding with the use of electronic devices, but neither body has yet offered evidence of a direct, causal link.
Still, the blanket ban isn't in place because all electronic devices pose a grave threat to safety; it's in place because some electronic device may pose a grave threat to safety – and that's justification enough. The only truly safe alternative would be to individually test each new device for aircraft use – a costly measure that's all but impossible for cabin crew to enforce. We're all incredibly busy, extremely important people, of course, but is a few minutes of gadget-free peace in exchange for safer travel really such an insufferable imposition?
These points are soon to be lost amid the din of message-alert tones. No matter. Perhaps the greatest public good the ban offered was, in any case, dependent on passengers continuing to believe themselves at the mercy of the petty whims of despotic cabin crew. Now that the culture of consumer entitlement has spread into all sorts of inappropriate contexts, arbitrary rules are a useful reminder that the customer isn't always right – not when the "customer" is also a "passenger"; one of several, in fact, who've all paid for experts to ensure their safety. Say what you like about the Ryanair experience, at least they treat passengers with the indifference we so clearly deserve.Reuse content


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There is a place on the user portal of the help desk for administrators to post system warnings and notifications. Is there a way to have updated warnings and notifications emailed to administrators and/or users?
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Jul 28, 2008 at 1:45 UTC
I am not aware of any setting that would generate an email for these warnings or alerts.
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Jul 28, 2008 at 2:13 UTC
Can I make it a feature request? It would be really nice to have one location to update system outages or informaiton and have it update our Admins. It would eliminate me calling all of our admins everytime I need to send out an alert.
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Yes, make it a Feature Request. You could just reply to this post as well, and Spice it Up by clicking on the chili pepper.


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This is a discussion on What exactly is a backup gun? within the Concealed Carry Issues & Discussions forums, part of the Defensive Carry Discussions category; Originally Posted by Roman Some advice: Have your BUG keep the same battery of arms as your primary ccw. For example my main ccw is ...
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Kholster/Glock 17/Rugar SR9c/Bersa 380CC/Ruger LCR/SW 624/ SW 629
Doublestar Star 15 M4 5.56 / Mossberg 500 Tactical Persuader
I don't even call it violence when it's in self defense; I call it intelligence
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I daily carry a 40 caliber Smith and Wesson on the hip and my BUG is a Ruger SP101 strapped to the ankle.
My family: Glock 19, SW Sigma 40VE, Ruger SP101(.357), GSG-5k pistol (MP5 clone)(.22LR), Makarov .380
I do not carry a BUG regularly, but when I do, it's on the ankle (Kahr MK9)...usually reserved for long drives...in addition to a primary carry gun.
Magazine <> clip - know the difference
martyr is a fancy name for crappy fighter
You have never lived until you have almost died. For those that have fought for it, life has a special flavor the protected will never know
I do indeed carry a BUG and I will add a new comment to this thread but in no way new to the BUG scenarios... what if it is not conducive to reach your EDC, many times mine is tucked behind my shirt, I am standing in a line at a store and a person acting in way which could indicate some bad is going to occur I can slip my hand casually into my pocket and be holding on to my pocket pistol with no one knowing. More often in my line of work I am talking with someone who has a crime history and is seeking assistance and they can get aggitated sometimes, I usually keep something in between us like a car but I can have my hand in a non-threatening posture on my gun in my pocket...
There may be the time when you need it and it is just not easy to get to... this would be my reason... pocket carry is great standing but not sitting, ankle carry is good sitting/driving but not as much standing, I'd IWB is the best overall but can be limited in accesibility also...
The pocket 380's /32's are so thin they are made for the pocket, I have a j-frame for the ankle (j-frame design seems to favor the ankle and gives a good grip, those small 380's just don't provide enough grip for me out of the ankle position) but also for the pocket & IWB occasionally and my EDC of choice IWB is 1911... I usually have 2 of the 3 on me...
If I was a professional in law enforcement I would carry BUG which complemented my Main sidearm... Glock 19/26... even as a rural officer or small town policeman... a shooting in Okaloosa county in the panhandle of Florida a year or two ago is why, I lived near there, safe area, rural for the most part... two deputies were wounded and died possibly because they didn't have a BUG... I'd rather carry the weight and go home to my wife and kids then say it was too much to carry a 16 ounce BUG &/or extra ammo...
Side note: I carry at least one reload for the largest caliber on my person and most of the time a reload for both...
Well, I think it's been answered sufficiently enough.
The bottom line is, lots of things can happen to your primary gun. I mean a lot of things! If you don't have a second gun to go to, then you're going to be in a bad situation that could have been easily avoided by having a 2nd gun.
Semper Fi
"The gun is the great equalizer... For it is the gun, that allows the meek to repel the monsters; Whom are bigger, stronger and without conscience, prey on those who without one, would surely perish."
I carry a BUG when I go into bad areas or if i'm working which is normally when I go into bad areas lol
Sig Sauer: P938 9mm Smith and Wesson: Sigma SW9VE 9mm
well, as you see, i'm originally from NY. YES! i truly believe in the "new york reload!"What exactly is a backup gun?
got to texas as fast as i could...Fuhgeddaboudit!
For most people, their backup gun is smaller in size and caliber than their main carry piece. To me, this is the wrong way to think about it. If you DO have to go to your BUG, it means the s**t has REALLY hit the fan, and you're empty or jammed and still in mortal danger. To me, this is the time to pull out something "bigger and better" than you started with.
Works for me,MadMac, but you only got three shots before the reload, which might be a little slow. How about this, instead?


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Elevation: Slight Slope
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East on Hwy 8 in Rhinelander to a right on Co. Hwy G, 1.3 miles to a right on Hixon Lake Ln. 1 mile to a right T with Hixon Lake Rd. 1 mile to the not well marked Buck Lake (Oneida County Park) entrance on the right (after a 90 degree turn in the road). Follow signs to park by the hiking trails. 1st tee is immediately on the right of the parking lot in the woods.
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When it first opened, it was nice. Now it's dirty, hole signs and trees are vandalized, and there is garbage everywhere.
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Death would be a sweet release for me right now. I wish I could die in this bed right here, right now.
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RipOffReport had to redact your competition links at the bottom of your report for a reason. You filed this complaint less than 24 hours after you paid and you come on here complaining when what you should be doing is contacting their support. Very suspicious report. Honestly just sounds like you're their competition.
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I believe the self restraint you are showing in regard to your bowel, or sexual activity is affecting your thinking. The first statement you make is incorrect. The change in how they treat JUVENILE prostitutes is happening because they are juvenile and because they are being forced into prostitution by their pimps.
Since the rest of your argument is based on this supposition, it is invalid.
Your distortion does not make the truth invalid. In your ignorance, and readiness to swoop in and attempt to impress with your semi-wit, you avoid the truth because of the discomfort it causes you. JuVENILE prostitutes (woman that in your grandmothers day were married women), become adult prostitutes too. Even adult prostitutes are treated as "Victims", and men (Johns), are the criminals targeted. Young males that grow up and are abused are just as much a victim as the young female that is victimized.
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The Books
- Bizarro Episode:The Man Who Liked Ants which features The Saint stopping world domination by ants. Seriously. A Mad Scientist breeds ants to grow in size and intelligence, believing them to be a 'purer' and more admirable life form cheated out of its glory by the evolution of fallible and in-fighting prone humanity. Templar kills the ant queen and her nest before it can hatch. It's also a weird episode, because it's one of the few times you actually see Templar afraid and briefly has the heebie-jeebies about insects for a little while following it.
The Series
- Awesome Music: The series theme, an Ear Worm composed by Leslie Charteris himself and arranged by Edwin Astley.
- Bizarro Episode: Early on, The Saint would help friends and strangers. Then he started to doing the occasional espionage job for the government. Then, in "The House On Dragon's Rock" (an adaptation of The Man Who Liked Ants, above) he stops a Mad Scientist's giant ant and its eggs from taking over the world.
- The ant is, of course, a Nuclear Nasty.
- Hilarious in Hindsight:
- In one episode of the 1960's series Simon (played by Roger Moore) impersonates an MI-5 agent. The woman he was tricking even remarked that it was great to have James Bond on her side. This was before Moore made his debut as Bond.
- In addition to that, Lois Maxwell (the original Miss Moneypenny) guest-starred in two different episodes during the 5th series in 1966, seven years before Moore would go on to play Bond, thus also making them working together in the Bond films an unintentional case of I Want You to Meet an Old Friend of Mine.
- In the season one's "The Loaded Tourist", Andrew Sachs is working at a hotel, though he's the manager rather than the porter.
- Retroactive Recognition:
- Donald Sutherland made two early guest appearances - in "The Happy Suicide" as the artist McCleery and "Escape Route" as prisoner John Wood.
- Oliver Reed also played villains Joe Catelli in "The King of the Beggars" and Aristides in "Sophia".
- Values Dissonance: "The Golden Journey" opens with Simon Templar suggesting that his friend could 'cure' his fiancée's Spoiled Brat attitude by hitting her every now and then.
The Film
- Ending Fatigue: The movie continues a full fifteen minutes after the villains are arrested and the conflict is resolved. One US TV broadcast ended the movie just moments later when Emma and Simon reunite at the country house.
- They Changed It, Now It Sucks: The film uses the alias of Leslie Charteris' greatest character. And that is all. (That Charteris's name does not appear on the credits says pretty much everything.)


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Sunday 12 October 1997
It was Sunday, under the sign of Libra. The US president was Bill Clinton (Democratic). In that special week of October people in US were listening to Candle In The Wind 1997 by Elton John.
In UK Something About The Way You Look / Candle In The Wind by Elton John was in the top 5 hits.
Bean, directed by Mel Smith, was one of the most viewed movies released in 1997
while The Royals by Kitty Kelle was one of the best selling books.
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Marco Polo (first broadcast February-March 1964): In Central Asia, 1289, the explorer Marco Polo plans to give the TARDIS to Kublai Khan.
The Doctor and his companions must somehow win back their only means to escape this moment in history.
The Reign of Terror (first broadcast August-September 1964) : With the French Revolution in full swing, the Doctor and friends find themselves caught up in the bloody events as they struggle to stay alive and find their individual ways back to the TARIS.
The Crusade (first broadcast March-April 1965): The TARDIS materialises in the middle of a holy war between Richard the Lionheart and Saladin, in 12th Century Palestine.
Intrigue and danger ensue for the time travelling companions.
Galaxy 4 (first broadcast September-October 1965): On a seemingly desolate planet, one day away from destruction, the Doctor and company discover the Drahvins, a race of stunning beauty, and the hideous Rills.
But appearances can be deceptive...The Myth Makers (first broadcast October-November 1965): On the plains of Asia Minor, the Doctor is hailed as the Greek god Zeus. Separated from his friends, and forced to help defeat the Trojans, he comes up with the idea of a wooden horse...This release also includes linking narration by William Russell, Carole Ann Ford and Peter Purves, plus bonus cast interviews and high quality scans, presented as PDF files, of the original BBC TV camera scripts. 12 CDs. 10 hrs 45 mins.
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Sniper STORY
Basically its about how a sniper feels and whats going through his head before goes in for the kill, and the little twists along the way.
The clouds parted slowly, down the middle, letting the moon, sink into the night and stare blankly, towards the lonely alley he was sat in. It was dark. A cold gloomy English night, with just the wind twisting around the park to be heard. An owl sat, in wait, its penetrating eyes scanning the night until they settled on the alley where he was situated. The trees watched him intently, wondering how he would recognize her, knowing exactly what was going to happen. His heart pounded in his chest like a sprinting deer, startled by the headlights of a livid car, hurtling towards him, he threw himself behind two bins. It passed, and he slowly drew himself out. This was how he would spend the rest of the night.
Quietly, as the cool wind blew tenderly against his firm face, he watched, with eagle eyes, readily down the sinister, empty street. He knew that she would be getting closer now, It was getting late she would have to go home soon. The atmosphere could have been cut by a knife as the air meandered around him, thickening its grasp with every turn. He knew he would have to move in closer.
He picked up his bags, dashing swiftly down the street, alone like a lost lamb. He gripped his gun tighter between sweaty palms and pulled his jacket around himself, regretting that this had ever happened. Stealing a quick glance behind, he scanned the street. No-one was there.
He sat down, placing his gun on the floor, looking out into the street he heard footsteps. He tensed maybe this was it, she was earlier than he had thought, he wonder if he should follow her or not, whether she would want it over quickly or slowly jumping up he scooped up his gun and walked to the edge of the alley. She walked past and he grabbed her, pulling her round he twisted her wrist. It was his wife.
She looked so stunned, he had never seen her like this before, looking down at his hand she looked disgusted, she had never known about this, this side to him and he knew there was no way that he could explain.
She pushed him to the ground and kicked him in the side, bruising all his ribs. She bent down and whispered in his ear, 'and don't expect me to be at home when you get back'. Then she turned and he saw the trickle of tears rolling down her face as she walked away. He felt awful. How was this all happening on the same day? He had to get this job done and sort out this mess. What was he going to tell his wife?
Pulling a few scraps of paper out of his pocket, he looked at them. They were pictures of her. He stared for a while, longingly gazing into her pale eyes. She looked like an angel. He started to feel remorse creeping into his bones, chilling him to the ground. He slunk back into the alley, while a couple of giddy young girls skipped past. It wasn't that long ago that she had been one of them. Why did he have to kill her; especially after what had happened.
He sat, still as a mouse, while she walked past. Her face was as blank as a stone. As if she already knew that she was going to die. She looked just like she had in the picture.
He crept out of the alley, keeping a couple of paces behind, his heart frozen in time, his gun in just the same place.
He pulled her backwards and put his hand around her mouth. Dragging her backward into the alley he grabbed his gun and put it too her head. He could feel he fear in her bones, as she tried to scream. Ending up sounding like a muffled cry, the tears started to roll down her face and she fell to the floor. He kicked her sharply in the head, knocking her unconscious in under a minute. Then for the final blow. His heart pounded as his finger grasped the trigger, each click made it sound like a million people could hear him. He sharply pulled it back and as her body contracted away from him, the oozing of the blood made him shudder. She was dead.
He gathered up his belongings and started to walk away; brushing the scene with his eyes to check no evidence had been left. That was the crucial part. He had chosen his spot well; there were no cameras or prying eyes. He was the best person in town, and had never been caught out once. Until now. All he needed to do now was the hardest part. Explaining. What would he say? Should he tell her the truth or would she blab to the police. Could he risk threatening her? She was his wife. How could he do this to her, this was the whole reason he hadn't told her. Hadn't told her anything.
He walked up to the back door, getting his key out of his pocket just as he normally did. The jangling reminded him of the day the he got married, when she pulled up in her carriage the bells jangled on the horses, he did have some fond memories of that day. Memories, that's all they were now. Walking into the house, it was still. Nothing moved until he heard a sobbing voice coming from the bedroom. Slowly he walked up the stairs switching the landing lights on as he went. Thoughts crossed over the bridges of two different half's of his mind. What would he do?
He pushed open the bedroom door, she sat, calmly on the bed and stared. Looking him right in the eye. It was her that broke the silence, with the three words that changed everything.
This stops now.
She wanted to know exactly what had happened. Questioning every detail, with the glimmer of tears trickling down her face with each new piece of information. It was killing her to hear all of this but her face was just frozen and making no attempt to stop.
All that she wanted to happen now was for it to stop. It was promised, and everything that happened was going to stay between these walls but in her heart she knew it would never be that way. She would always live in fear of him, waking in cold sweats in the night, fearing for her life. He had killed once, in a cold brutal way. He would kill again.


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Is there a software or a script which would allow to view/export the members of a security group and it's sub-security groups?
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Dec 8, 2011 at 9:43 UTC
If i recall correctly DUMPSEC will export all users and memberships to CSV file. you can then open it up in excel.
See the link, its a free tool.http://www.systemtools.com/free.htm
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Dec 8, 2011 at 12:05 UTC
You can also check out gpresult which is a built in command from your DC


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Did you accidentally spread a rumor that someone died and they didn't?
My aunt posted on Facebook. So sad to see my mother leave us when she left their house and everyone thought she was dead. The missionaries showed up to their house
Someone posted on my aunts Facebook wall that she was sorry to hear about the passing of her dad. So I called my mom freaking out thinking my grandpa was dead. Turns out it was a different guy with the same name in the obituary
My brother and I didn't talk for years. He told some of our mutual friends from high school I died in a car accident. Then I ran into them a couple years later and the girl freaked out crying when she seen me.
My cousin spread all over face book that my grandma had past . And the next day I called my mom and she said she was alive at home. Then she past away week later
A coworker told us another coworker died. It was a total misunderstanding. The boss sent flowers to his family. He had to send an apology.
I thought my friends grandma (my great aunt) passed away come to find out it was her other grandma. So I had to call and explain to everyone I told.
My husbands sister was on an LDS mission in Texas (lives in Tonga) got really sick and another sister in Tonga said on fb the sister in TX had passed. My husband was devastated only to find out it was a lie. It was a long night!
I went to Peru for two weeks and at the same time I had deleted my Facebook account and one of my friends started spreading rumors that I had been killed in a mountain climbing accident people believed it for about three years
I was at a hs football game, another mom came up to me and said, "I'm so glad to see you...so and so told me you passed away!" I said, "well...sounds like you didn't go to my funeral!"
I died in a car accident when I was 17. This was before social media so this was all by word of mouth and flowers showing up at my house


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K Camp dropped his debut album Only Was Is Up earlier in the year, but it hasn't stopped him from announcing three new mixtapes -- the first of which arrives today. You Welcome finds the Atlanta rapper taking on a variety of beats, using a classic mixtape formula, while throwing in a couple of original records for good measure. In the end, it makes for a solid 13-track outing.
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Pelling is approximately 130 km far from Siliguri and 115 km from Gangtok, the capital of Sikkim, and is very well connected by transport and jeep services. The lovely little town of Pelling is popular for magnificient views of the snow-topped Kanchenjunga range, the third most elevated crest in the world.The Placid town pulls a large portion of the guests for its representative status in history, and nature of the state of Sikkim. Situated at a height of 6,800 ft, Pelling offers great perspective of the whole Kanchenjunga mountain reach including Koktang, Kumbhakaran , Rathong, Kanchenjunga, Pandim, Siniolchu and many more. This is as close as you can get to the Kanchenjunga range without leaving the material solace of good lodgings. Because of its worthwhile area, numerous hotels and cabins have come up in and around Pelling taking into account shifted tastes and budgets. Also the climate in Pelling may change from bright and sunny to blurred and miserable in a matter of minutes.
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A psychic development circle is a great way to improve your psychic abilities with the help and support of like-minded friends. A psychic development circle typically has two purposes. First, it gives you a safe forum to practice your abilities with other people. Second, it creates a powerful energetic boost as the entire circle focuses on the intention to increase psychic development and expression. A single person's belief can be very important in shaping that person's reality: imagine the power of a group that has multiplied that belief and put shared energy behind it!
What Psychic Development Circles Do
A psychic development circle will generally focus on helpful activities like guided meditation, shared stories of psychic events in each others lives, and psychic development exercises. Members of the group may practice with one another: for example, a Tarot card reader might get the chance to read for other members of the group, or group members may ask for intuitive guidance that the entire group gives together using whatever methods are available to them. Some psychic development circles purchase a pre-written course and go through the shared course together. In addition, the psychic development circle provides a supportive environment that the members might not enjoy anywhere else.
What Makes a Good Psychic Development Group
Psychic development groups have a positive, healing focus. Though the groups have a leader that leader is not taking money or demanding favors from other group members, or manipulating them in any way. Indeed, negativity is supposed to be left at the door and cleansed through prayer and meditation, and good groups ask for protection from angels, the Source, God, or the Universe before proceeding on their psychic adventures. Good groups have 4-12 committed members and the group doesn't change much. A highly successful group will meet in the same quiet room every single week, and it is best if the room is used only for this specific function. Socializing takes place after the work is done, usually in another room entirely.
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Perhaps the easiest way to create a psychic development group is to find like-minded friends, but there are other ways. For example, you can look into your nearest Psychic Development Center to see if there are any groups seeking new members. Some groups also advertise online, either on Craigslist, on forums, or on Meetups. If none of that works you can create a psychic development group yourself and advertise it however you see fit.
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