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Author's Notes: Have a valid reason for not updating. Or a couple. First is.. um, forgot that i had this story, and second, was sick.
Disclaimers: If fanfic writers did own PoT, then there'd be a lot more.. explicit stuff in there, right? Hehe..
People to Thank:
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Shinkastar (who reviewed twice) – here is the 'next' and 'continuation'
Hope you enjoy this next installment!
The most articulated value in Greek culture is areté. Translated as "virtue," the word actually means something closer to "being the best you can be," or "reaching your highest human potential."
4. This Beautiful Mess
The Fall of Troy, that infamous event.
It was neither Hector nor Achilles who was at fault. None of them was the enemy. In a war of prides, no one can tell who was wrong; the winner is not necessarily the one in the right, he merely.. won.
If anyone should be at fault, it would undoubtably be Paris, with his out-of-place passions. Stealing away that –
very tempting, seductive beauty.
- Helen, King Menelaus' wife, was, after all, a moral deficiency. It was also an idiotic thing to do, when their two kingdoms had just recently signed a pact.
Of the three men, only Paris wasn't able to achieve areté. Both Achilles and Hector displayed theirs brilliantly. Hector defended Troy until his last breath, didn't back out even when he knew that Achilles would kill him. His death was imminent, yet he didn't try to escape, unlike his cowardly brother. And Achilles, though proud and overly-self-assured, was the Greek's ideal man. Passionate (in a completely different way from Paris), and chose the path wherein he knew he wouldn't return from, just so he can be remembered.
Tezuka took his glasses off. 'But for that one rare moment, I had been like that as well, stealing away the.. 'prized possession'. Maybe Paris had completed the areté of love.'
The tennis captain closed his eyes for a while, resting them a bit, before opening them once again, and replacing the aid. Arms crossed over his chest, he gazed out the window and saw a few familiar faces. If he were a normal teenager, he would have already stuck his head out, and boisterously wished them a good morning. Perhaps he would even have waved his arms, to the point of looking like he was flapping imaginary wings.
But no, he was far from the carefree, bubbly individual. Which was why he had been sitting in the empty classroom this early in the morning, completing a history project that was due a good two weeks from today, still.
And yet, as diligent as he may be, and no matter how strict and disciplined he was when it comes to himself, there were those little bits of longing escaping his head. He couldn't concentrate too fully, knowing that something was waiting to be read. The chestnut-haired man had received that lightly-scented envelope this morning, and had safely tucked it in, in one of his books (using most of his will not to look at where he had placed it in so he wouldn't be tempted to read it yet). So naturally, it gnawed at his subconcious like this.
He gave what could be interpreted as a sigh, and turned back to what he had been writing before he decided to let his mind wander. Reaching for his thick history book, he flipped through, searching for those lines he had highlighted, and for the sources he had encircled for his composition.
Instead of the list, what fell out, instead, was the envelope.
Really, everything was conspired to make him normal today.
And since one couldn't deny for so long what the fates were telling him, Tezuka systematically ripped open the flap, and began reading.x
...Do you remember that time when you lost your temper because I was a bit late, and you blamed it on me not having a watch?
Well, finally bought one last week, or rather, my dad bought me one.
I destroyed it in three days. Please don't ask for the gory details on how it got smashed, or how my father reacted to the destruction of that too-expenisve-for-it's-size thing, would rather spare you the worry. You do worry a lot, you know?
But you know what, even if I don't have a watch or any sort of time-telling device (the clock in the cellphone disappears for some weird reason), I'd always know (the time) ---
By the way everything stirs up every minute, every second, every breathing hour. Everyone definitely moves in accord, all corresponding and synchronizing to the world's clock. Right now, as you are reading my letter, I am probably thinking of you –
though you're reading at an unusual time, perhaps while you are
supposed to be studying for something else? -
adjusted his glasses, 'Really close…"
Maybe we need to reevaluate our relationship a bit, for the both of us has been losing enough precious sleep. And this is not just when we're arguing.
This is the game we play:
We each pretend that an SMS from the other is not so important by not replying immediately. You'd buzz, and though I had it in a flash, and had already typed in a reply in a blink of an eye, I'd wait a while longer before sending it.
You do that as well, don't you?
I guess as dignified people, we try not to sound so desperate. Sleepless nights ensue, for we drag on through the darkness until dawn, fighting off the impatience, and insanity this contest of prides brings.
Of course, it gifts us with cheap
thrill, but when we need full rest, nothing but gritted teeth and
itching fingers result... I have no desire turning mad.
Oh, maybe this has been too long already, and I really have no intentions of writing a novel. I think it best to end it here.
Craving for your reply ---
chaste kisses on your lips.x
Was it a blush that the buchou felt on his face right now? 'Chaste kisses on your lips', hah. Folding the bunch of papers carefully and returning them back to their container, he tensed when he felt the prescence of a smiling being.
Indeed, the visitor spoke, "Wow, Tezuka. Such a good writer, your girlfriend is."
Placing the letter in his bag, this time, noting in which cramped space he pushed it in, he said nothing. "Won't you tell me who it is?"
"Add 20 laps to the ones I asked you to do yesterday."
No trace of exasperation, nor annoyance, it was still that same smile that even an almost-impassive guy like Tezuka sometimes found unnerving, "Hai hai. But you shouldn't be so selfish either. Introduce us."
"You'll be late for class. I know of a certain… bubbly person waiting."
"You're right, but next time, you're not escaping me. Oh, and I heard we'll be having a new classmate, do you want me to try and recruit him (if it really was a man) for the tennis club?"
"Do as you please."
With a small wave, Fuji exited the room, leaving Tezuka to reminisce his own Helen.
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Adder sat at the piano his eyes shut to the world as his hands danced with an expert grace across the keys. He remembered playing this melody but from when or where he did not know. It was a graceful yet painfully sad piece where his heart broke over the keys and his soul poured out with the melody.
He heard soft footsteps and recognized them instantly though he made no move to her and never stopped his song. He allowed her to come to him, step by step. But as she moved to sit next to him on the piano bench, his fingers hit keys that weren't apart of his song creating a ear piercing screech. Calla stopped just as he wanted her to, distance between them would be better. It would be easier to talk to her without fear that he might pitch back into madness.
"Adder....no...you were dead..." she trembled softly and it pained him to see the hurt and shock written across her delicate features. Some instinct within him begged him to go and hug her close, to kiss her velvet lips and just forget everything but he remained stuck to the piano bench.
"Calla...I...had planned on using the ritual of the Sonne, just burn and evaporate from life like my Sire, Everette." His eyes opened and rose from the keys to look into Calla's. Her eyes were wide, her attention on him alone. "But just as the first rays broke free, I fled into the house and took refuge in a windowless room for the day.
"You don't remember the past then do you?" she asked taking a step closer, his features stiffened the closer she moved not liking the proximity between them.
"I know enough...enough that you should stay away from me, far away. Every night I tried to stay away from you, whispered to you that I was sorry for what I did. Yet still you pursued me until you were sure that you'd gone mad. Just stay away from me Calla...I'm a monster...I have no heart." Adder turned his ruby gaze away from her and looked out the window. Watching as flowers were tousled by the wind, the moon shinning on everything below, and fireflies winking to life.
"I can't...I can't do that Adder," she whispered tenderly walking over to the bench and taking a seat beside him. His eyes snapped to her, a slight shiver running up his spine. Why was she searching him out, he was her attacker...her torturer. Hadn't she wanted his death?
"Why....I don't understand...what do you hold back from me every time our eyes meet? I can see in, your violet hues holding back multiple memories and emotions that no one has touched but you. What is it your not telling me?" He asked softly, almost pained. Calla gave him a bittersweet smile and played with the edge of her skimpy night gown, though Adder forced himself not to admire her like he wanted. She was Demrins, they were lovers...not him, Vampires could never find love.
Calla opened her mouth to speak but then shut it again and closed her eyes. She whimpered softly and leaned against his shoulder, her fingers snaking around his arms like she was looking for something sturdy. Adder sighed and turned pulling her into his lap and running his fingers through her delicate hair. The motion seemed so familiar as though he had done such a thing before, but he had never held her before...had he?
"I can't tell you Adder...my reasons that I must be near to you." Her hands framed his face so that he would look at her. "Forget the madness that consumed you...forget that you stole me away and kept me prisoner. I forgive you, Adder, please accept that and understand that you are an integral part of my life as well as the others..." She smiled and then slapped his face, leaving a red mark on his cheek. Adder flinched and gave her a terribly confused look.
"What was that for?" he asked as his hand massaged the mark on his face. Calla stood and turned, looking over her shoulder at him.
"That was for leaving that damned note and making me think you were dead..." her teasing voice drifted away into one of sorrow. "I had so many nightmares of your death..." Adder stood and wanted to ask why she would have nightmares over that instead of her torture but Calla left, no doubt going back to bed with her lover. Adder collapsed back onto the Piano bench and shut his eyes, racking his brain for anything he could remember related to Calla. Nothing except for the torture arouse...except for one small fragment that shocked the vampire. He had never remembered the memory before so why had it come to him now? The memory was from London...how long had it been since he was living there?
"Hey love, what brings you outside?" Calla gave a coy grin and strutted over to him in dagger like heels that clicked while she walked. God, she's hot. Adder grinned back but didn't reveal his fangs; there was no need to chase this vixen she was already in his sights. When she reached him, her body leaned next to his as those violet eyes of hers stared up at him.
"Oh…nothing, just looking for someone." She gave a knowing chuckle and Adder pulled her closer to him, pressing her assets against his. She gave a light gasp as his lips leaned in close to her. They hovered just a sliver apart.
"Maybe, I can help…" he said in a smooth, sexy voice. She placed a kiss on his lips that sent shocks across his skin and made his undead heart want to thunder in his chest.
Adder gasped as he pulled himself from the memory, Calla and him...had kissed? He sat there thinking over the memory with shock, there definitely was something that Calla and the Warlock were keeping from him. Standing, he moved back to his room and curled up on his bed. He would investigate more on his memories tomorrow, right now the sun was too close and he didn't want a repeat episode of two weeks ago.
"What can't I remember?" he asked, shutting his eyes and drifting away.

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Leadership in High Def (2 of 5) by James Merritt
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Series: Life in HD
James Merritt
Luke 7:1-10
1. My entrance into the ministry was not as a pastor. My introduction to ministry came when I was asked to become a minister to students. Incidentally, to this day I still have a tremendously deep love for students. I know first hand the opportunity that a church has to impact a generation to come if it really pours its energy into reaching these young people. Before I became a pastor I was a staff member.
2. I served four different churches under four different pastors during my college years and in the first two years after college. It was during those years that I learned what I want to talk to you about today which is leadership in high def.
3. There are some of you out there right now thinking this message is not for you, because you do not see yourself as a leader. The truth is even though you may not see yourself as a leader all of us are leaders in some capacity. Mothers lead children. Husbands lead families - that is if there wife lets them! Managers lead employees. Ceos and coos and cfos and presidents and vice presidents lead managers. If you are an older child, you lead your younger siblings. Everybody has influence over somebody else. If you have influence over anyone then you are a leader.
4. Whatever else a pastor is he must be a leader. He has no choice. Two of the terms used for a pastor in the new testament are ''shepherd'' and ''overseer.'' a shepherd leads a flock and an overseer sees over the affairs of the church. A pastor has no choice in terms of whether or not he is a leader and for the most part neither do you.
5. The greatest lesson that I ever learned about leadership I learned not by being a leader, but by serving under one. I learned a lesson that Jesus taught in an incident that took place with an officer in the roman army. He was called a centurion.
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Cook on HIGH for 3 minutes.
Let sit in microwave for another minute or two.
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Your Mug Pancake will rise very high while baking, with some of the batter possibly running over the side of the mug, but then the batter will settle back down.
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I recently recorded one of my favorite songs from the movie Barfi.. "Phir Le Aaya Dil" by Rekha Bhardwaj.. Music by Pritam, and Lyrics by Sayeed Quadri.. This song will always remind me of the month I spent in London last year for work coz I heard it non-stop while commuting.. I am totally obsessed by Rekha's voice, and love all her songs (even the item numbers).. And the lyrics are ridiculously amazing.. The song is built around a relationship that keeps coming back into your life but never works out.. And the lyrics are sort of telling you to go fulfill the unfinished feelings, complete the incomplete memories, and get back the suppressed spark..
I usually understand most Urdu words, but there were a couple in this song that stumped me..
"Mayassar": is to make something available. And so the line, "use mayassar kar bhi aao, wo jo dabi si aas baaki hai" means go make it available (to yourself), as in, go get it for yourself, that suppressed wish that still remains there.
"Musalsal": means continuous, constant, something that does not change. So the line, "dil keh raha hai use musalsal kar bhi aao", means to go make it forever or constant..
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Tyler made a trip to West Virginia on the weekend of Jan. 18, and followed that up with a visit to Vanderbilt the following weekend. He saw much to like about both destinations, and said that while he learned a lot, he's still debating both as a potential college choice.
"West Virginia, it was just a cool place," he related. "It's a college town, and all about the team. The players and Coach Gillespie really stood out too. I just liked the whole atmosphere.
"I came in with some high expectations, and I wasn't surprised by anything I saw. I liked it."
Gillespie, in particular, had a strong impact on the high school senior.
"He's a great coach, and he's straight with you. He tells you like it is, even if it's something you might not want to hear. He's honest, and doesn't try to mislead you. And he's funny, too."
At Vanderbilt, Tyler also got the full visit treatment, and was likewise impressed.
"It was a good visit too. They had a lot of information on the school, and I learned a lot down there. I really had fun. It seemed like a good fit for me."
While the Commodores and Mountaineers had appeared to be the two finalists in the race, Tyler said another school could still make a push.
"Texas Tech has been showing some interest, and I might visit there this weekend. I have to wait to see what happens."
Tyler has not set a timetable for his decision, but does have some criteria in mind that will help him make his choice.
"I want to have a good fit with the players that are there, and I want to have a coaching staff that will help me grow as a man, and develop my abilities," he listed. "I'll talk some with my parents, but the decision is on me. They will support whatever my decision is."


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Soo... Haven't been on in a while, huh? That's 'cause I've been doing some insane leveling on Perfect World International. If there's one thing I like ALMOST as much as dinosaurs, it's online MMORPG. Got from 21 (you remember when I journaled about that right?) to 33 in less than a week. Oh, and then I did a scan for viruses on my computer and now I can't launch the game. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???!!! Norton, you stupid firewall, I will FEED YOU TO THE SPINOSAURUS!! (The very lovely one drawn by yoult. I suggest you guys check it out. :3 It made my day.) Oh, and I was at 80 FUCKING PERCENT TOO! I COULD HAVE BEEN LEVEL 36 BY NOW!!!!!! AAAUUUURRRUUUGGHHHHUUUHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *cough* So anyway, back to dinosaurs. I need everyone in the group to look at both yoult's and ILiveInBerlin's submissions for group icons so that we can vote on which one we want. First off, though, ILiveInBerlin needs to SUBMIT it to the gallery. Jesus. DO IT, MAN. Right now. As I type. And after you do that we'll vote on whose we want.
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I honestly thought it was spelled 'cretacious'...and now I feel bad, since I'm supposed to be Tha Shit when it comes to spelling. So, that's all the updates for now. STILL working on that Tarbosaurus head. And I'm going to submit a few more between that time. Also; Please tell me in the comments on whether or not you want to allow any submissions to be cartoons, comics, doodles, chibi, etc. Here's a few links to an example of what I'm talking about:


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All Quiet on the Octivan FrontMature
Ever wondered what would happen if The Galactic Empire decided to pick a fight with the UNSC in the Somme circa 1917? Well...here you go.
''Boots on the ground, move it Marines!''
Willie's boots hit the ground amidst the swirling dust below the Pelican's bay door. He heard the other ten men of his squad leave the troopship behind him, their boots crunching on the dirt of the LZ. As the Pelican moved to fly off with a surprising amount of grace for a ship of it's size, the dust began to settle. When he could raise his head without his eyes being torn out by the wind of the bird's turbine engines, Willie lifted his head.
Willie McBride had been born on Octiva Prime 18 prior to his enrolment into the UNSC Marine Corps. Having just completed boot camp, he and the better part of his company (all true blue Octiva boys) sighed in relief when they heard they're first deployment was on their home planet. What they didn't realize was why there was a need for the 82nd to go to Octiva...
Willie was one of the few who had had his suspicions. But he wasn't ready for this.
Looking at the landscape that was once his homeland, what Jimmy saw was more akin to something out of a vid about hell from his childhood. The hills were charred and barren of vegetation where once there was green trees and green grass. Where once he and his friends (mot of whom stood beside him in disbelief) had played as children at games of war. Funny that. Never thought...
''What the hell are you ladies starin' at?'' The familiar voice of their platoon sergeant barked.
Staff Sergeant Johnson was an imposing man. Not only was he imposing, but he had the skill and bulk to back up the authority he held as if from birth. He had terrified them, harassed them, screamed at them until he was hoarse and when screaming became too much of a bother, he simply slapped a poor Marine cold.
His platoon was in worshipful awe of him.
It was moments like these that only encouraged that opinion. Johnson walked in front of the shocked marines as if he had not a care in the world, as if none of the devastation even went past his black skin. Puffing his trademark cigar, he looked up and down the line.
''Well, one of you pansy-assed imperial cock-sucker's gonna tell me what the hell ya'll find so amazin'?''
It was Pat O'Mally who spoke up first. He always was an idiot...
''Sarge, they...they...they blew it all up...''
''Spare me the Shatner impression, O'Mally. Well boys, I want ya'll to take one real good look at what this is. This, boys and girls is what happens when the Empire gets at a planet. This is what we're here to stop and this...'' He looked pointedly at each and every one of them, ''is what the few of you who just might live through this will be seeing over and over again. This, is an engagement, marines. That's the Brass' fancy way of sayin' ass-kickin'.''
The Sergeant looked behind him, as if savouring the destruction about him and the prospect of battle. He seemed to pointedly ignore their broken-hearted loss of Octivus, it seemed to Willie. He was putting on a show, he must be. Who could look at this and say...
''Can't believe they pay me to do this! Hmmmmmhm, I LOVE the Corps!''
Willie sighed. At least he was on their side.
Fox Company of the 82nd Marine Regiment was ordered to move out to the nearby city-scape of New Sydney, not far from where Willie was born. Willie managed to remember it. A city like any others. Had its poor and it's rich, it's highlights and slums. He remembered his father taking him there for summer outings. He recalled it all with love. Mind, it was easy for him to remember his old man with love; after his mother had died of childbirth, his father had spent his life for his son. But it seemed to everyone as if he was withering away. It wasn't until Willie's fifteenth birthday that Alastor McBride finally let go to join his wife in the Paradise promised to them all on Octivus. Seems he was in a large company now...
The company walked in a dazed silence, as if through a dream (or nightmare). Everywhere one of them looked, they saw something that could've belonged to a memory, a memory that they clung to when boot camp or just life came down far too hard on them. Nothing spectacular. A tree they swung in. A large stone they kissed their girlfriends on. A hill they rolled down.
Not that they could really tell what was what anymore. All of it was gone, only to be replaced with craters. A bullet-ridden house. A dead cat no one bothered to bury. It seemed the further towards home they went, the worse the devastation got. Nothing alive was anywhere in sight. The background sounds they once knew, they relied on to be there for them were gone, only to be replaced by the chatter of automatic weapons, the dull thunder of cannonfire and the sound of imperial lasers. Yes, everything was gone. Nothing of their home was in anything they saw.
Willie looked around at the men and women of Fox Company. He knew these people, some of them from since before he could walk. It was surprising how much had happened to them since they'd all signed up for the Corps. He knew these people now as the hardened Marines they were. Yet he had also known them as they once were, as children who would ave bawled their eyes out at sight like this.
Nothing of that remained in them now. He saw in their eyes that despair that shadowed them all harden into an anger deeper than what is human during the hour of marching. Soon, he began to hear dark mutterings of revenge for this and that, that whoever would do this was one cold-hearted son of a sheep fucker. Willie let the same resolve harden in his own heart as he took in the destruction of his planet. He hefted his blocky MA5B assault rifle and kept marching, feeling something he never thought he'd ever feel for anything.
Hate, pure and strong. Hate, animalistic and deeper than anger. Hate, that seemed to come to him over the span of millenia from his evolved forebears. A Hate that no man should ever feel for another. Well, not outside war.
They made New Sydney at around noon were bunkered into the city's old mall, which was now beaten through with bullet holes and laser scorches. Willie looked around as his newfound hate only grew. Some of his platoon had hung out here every day almost. Most of their teenage years were spent here. For them to see it like this...
''Willie...it's all gone. Everything. The fountains, the stores...they didn't even leave EB standin...'' That was Matt Moloney. He was Willie's city friend who'd spent a lot of time here. ''Some bastards are gonna' pay for this Willie. They're gonna pay hard.''
There was a lot of that going around, Willie saw. Minds were becoming murderous. Pat had even chalked ''IM THE LAST THING YOURE SEEIN'' on his helmet, along with other such phrases on his brown ballistic armor. Willie supposed it was good. If they kept that hate through a fight, it should be a good thing...
The whistle of the artillery bolt came down and hit the street outside the mall with a crash of thunder, blowing out the windows and freaking the utter life out of every marine except for the Sergeant; who stood as he always did.
''Alright ladies, that's enough of that. Just a shellin', only a few of you should die.''
They barely heard him over the roar of the bolts hitting the ground. One even managed to hit the front of the mall, caving it in with a sound one would normally expect from a building being caved in by an airborne missile. Miraculously, nothing hit the mall proper, so the Marines managed to come out unscathed, though the seemingly endless booms just kept rolling on.
The shelling stopped almost as soon as it had started, and the ground even stopped shaking. It seemed to Willie that the world had frozen solid, so still was every Marine. It was blessed quiet, but seemed to drag on for endless minutes...
''Move out! Move out!!''
At that, Johnson went right into action.
''Aight ladies, on you're feet. Time to show the Empire what the Marine Corps can DO!''
They all got up, checking ammunition levels and securing equipment on the way. Willie didn't exactly know how he was moving. He looked at his hand which was shaking uncontrollably and it wasn't until then that he noticed his heart was firing like an assault rifle. The world was still tottering, but close to half a year of boot camp moved his legs outside, where not only his company but the better part of the Marines on Octivus had been set. Willie breathed deep to settle himself and stop the shaking as he stumbled forward. He tried to cling to the hate. They were here. They'd come. Now was time for revenge, for everything the Empire had done here. Willie forced himself to not look at the further devastation of the shelling and join his comrades.
They were being presided over by a man. While Captain Keyes was neither big or imposing like Sergeant Johnson, he definitely held authority in his strong posture and in the lines of command in his face. Willie looked at his Regiment Commander with an awe that almost rivaled that of Johnson.
''Men, I'm going to keep this brief. The Empire saw us come and have decided to take us out. They want Octivus and they want it bad and can't afford a few more Marine Regiments reinforcing this flank. New Sydney's one of the biggest cities here boys and whoever controls this spot, wins.'' The Captain looked from face to face at the circle around him. Willie wondered what he saw. Admiration for what they were doing? Awe at boys who threw away their youth to fight for their beliefs?
No, Willie thought. More like sadness. Each face Keyes saw was probably another face that he (or anyone else for that matter) would never see again after this fight. Lambs to the slaughter...and he was sending them to it. Willie almost felt sorry for the old man.
''Problem is, something's gone wrong. Something leaked. They knew we were coming, so we've got a little reception party waiting here for us.''
Johnson cut in. ''How big a party, sir?''
Keyes looked around the circle again, but his expression fell, as if he'd been dreading that exact question.
''About three times out numbers here, with full armour support.''
Willie closed his eyes a moment and bowed his head. He felt Matt Moloney next to him and Doris O'Shannesy on his other side stir.
''Did you hear that Willie? Three to one. We'll never make it.''
Keyes seemed to hear him and fixed Doris with a glare that could kill.
''Stow that, Private. Now I want you all to remember that you're Marines, some of the most bad-ass troopers in human space. Don't tell me that doesn't count for anything.''
Corporal Ling from Able Company spoke up at that point.
''Permission to speak freely sir, but where the hell's our own armour?''
''On it's way, Corporal. That's why it's so important that we hold this point and those trenches. The 1st Armoured along with three entire Regiments is getting here, but we need to hold for at least four days until they come. Fortunately, the Intel at ONI's telling me that the enemy has a minimum of a day to go before they're here. That gives us a day to prepare our defenses, gentlemen. Which is what I expect all of us to give our hardest.''
Willie opened his eyes again. He'd only heard one word of that speech.
''Permission to speak sir?''
''Permission granted, Private...?''
''McBride sir.''
''Speak you're piece McBride.''
''You said trenches, sir?''
''I did indeed, Private. A problem with trenches, Marine?''
''None at all, sir. Just curious, sir.''
Willie had more than a problem with trenches. As Keyes went on about what they had to do, Willie went over in his head what he knew about trenches. He knew something about a great, great ancestor (one he was named after, actually) of his going back six centuries having served in a World War. The First World War, as it happens. But he'd seen the clips of the trenches. He'd read about them on rainy days.
They were things of nightmare.
Strangely enough, Willie almost had to the will to laugh. He'd known war wasn't guts and glory when he signed up (something unique from his comrades, he soon found out). He knew the age-old story that had been laid down by anti-war protesters since the war his ancestor had fought in. The young idealist who goes off to war and ends up figuring out it wasn't all romance. He'd known it before he signed up. He'd even agreed with it at one point.
He wished now that he still had before he signed up.
He was eighteen. He didn't want to see trenches, he didn't want to see people die and (when he was truly honest with himself) he didn't want to kill people. He wanted a home, a family, an education. He wanted things to live for. All the war had given him was the opposite. Things to die for.
And Willie didn't want to die.
Willie shook his head. Be that as it may, it was too late for caterwauling. He was here and he wasn't dying. When the order to move out and make ready for the attack came he'd squared himself, exchanged some words of support with Matt, Doris and the rest of his squad and clung to the hate. He was going to need it.
Willie found himself sitting in mud Next to Matt and Doris. His planet had decided to make things pleasant for him by raining, turning the dirt of the trench to mud and filling it with water and mud. While sitting in it all wasn't the best of ideas, Willie couldn't bear the standing about and waiting for the enemy to come. They'd spent the all of the day before setting mines, improving trenches, setting barbed wire, gun emplacements and shooting stands. When the work was done, Willie had looked about himself. They would make a stand here and by their own hands they'd made sure it would be one hell of a stand.
And then it started raining. Rain had a habit of getting into everything. Rifles, equipment, dirt. It made keeping clean harder than ever and staying warm and dry well nigh impossible. Willie had read that those were conditions of trenches.
Another thing he found pretty funny. In close to six hundred years of war, it hadn't changed much at all.
But the waiting was terrible. It put Willie in mind of plays he used to be a part of when he was in grade four. Shakespeare plays. Less than five minute scenes, but just the waiting before going on was terrible. Would he mess up his lines? Would he freeze up at the first sight of all those people?
This was more or less the same. Would he aim right? Would he freeze up in a fight and leave his friends to do the fighting? Would he let his heart have it's way and bolt as far away from here as possible?
Would he be able to kill?
He thought about that last one. Killing. Taking another life. Willie wasn't worried about killing another human being, the utter devastation he'd seen Octivus Prime suffer by the hands of the Empire had convinced him that they weren't human beings. But one was taught that killing, human or no, was wrong. Stark out wrong. Willie found himself tossing the age old question in his mind: why, when a man killed another anywhere but in war it was called murder, but when in combat it was called doing one's duty?
He'd been doing a lot of thinking lately.
He was about to start a conversation about such to Matt when there was a cry down the line. At first Willie couldn't make much of it, but as it made it's way down the line, it got clearer.
Willie scrambled to his feet and watched the entire line do the same. Sergeant Johnson was in the back barking out orders (or insults?), though he barely heard them. He watched as Matt put his S2 sniper rifle on the high edge of the trench and take aim. Willie was left wishing he'd applied for Squad Sniper. His assault rifle was barely enough for the thirty yards in front of him, let alone the three hundred Matt's sniper had. He watched intently as Moloney steadied himself, then took a shot, one of many that rang out down the line. Again, Willie was left wishing he had one. At least he'd be able to do something...anything...
But then he saw them. White shapes through the rainy fog. The pitter of rain, previously only broken by the crackle of sniper fire, now held something more. The sound of marching feet.
Many marching feet.
Willie lifted the assault rifle in line with his cheek. The ammo counter still read sixty. Full. Good.
But the marching only got closer.
Then it got faster. Then the white shapes came out of the fog and were visible. Willie opened fire.
Along with the rest of the line. The sound was deafening. The clatter of automatic fire rang out and out again and it became so loud Willie couldn't even hold his eyes open at one point. He just fired forward and hoped he hit something. Deep thuds sounded as they reached the minefield. He was confident they were going to win now. Who could stand up against all that pepper being thrown at them?
But then a white form flashed in front of him and he felt a sharp whong on his helmet. He fell back and opening his eyes Willie saw that they'd made the first trench, though the combat that was going on was worse than barbaric.
Gun were left on the ground as each man fought (though it was more like grappled) with his bare hands, though some Marines had combat knives out. Willie recoiled as one Marine slashed at the throat of a Storm, at the flexible black fabric that held the white armor together. He flinched as he saw the Marine (he knew later was Patty O'Mally) stab the Storm bringing out a new gout of blood with each killing maneuver. Willie crawled on his hands through the mud as he started to shake violently again. He didn't want to fight. He didn't want to be apart of the chaotic melee that was driving men (boys, really) that he'd known as children to be peaceful creatures mad with a killing hate. They grappled, they strangled, they punched, kicked, shoved they did whatever they had to. They forgot their humanity to fight.
Willie wanted none of it, as the shakes became worse. He crawled in between fights into a niche, where he found Doris. Doris, who had always joked about being the toughest woman in New Sydney was now curled into a ball shaking worse than he was. Her eyes were blank. She'd never been especially attractive, but her features had always been strong. That strength was gone now. Gone in a wash of fear that had come with the melee.
It galled Willie to see someone so high sink so low. To think that fear could bring someone like Doris to huddle in a ball...
If she heard him, she didn't respond.
''Doris, dammit get up!'' Doris stayed as motionless as before (if one didn't count the shaking). ''Doris, you said you'd kill at least ten before you went. Come On! GET UP!'' He shouted that last. He didn't really know why he was so angry, but he found himself finding his hate. Not for Doris. Not for anything in particular. Just a hate that needed to kill something. Something...white.
He snapped.
He didn't even wait for a reply. Willie reached into hiss boot for his combat knife, pulled it out and jumped right into the thick of it.
Willie found that there was a kind of ironic peace in the rage. He didn't have to think, he didn't have to consider all the little things (even the bigger things) that had been plaguing him ever since they'd landed on the damn planet. He just knew red and when it was crossed with white, he'd stab and slash until the white was red again. He kept this up for oh, not more than a millennia. Or was it five minutes? He couldn't exactly remember. He, just like everyone else in this god-forsaken trench, was hell-bent on not dying.
Willie had made a point of making that his main goal in life.
He wasn't doing too badly either, until something hard hit him in the head. He managed to get an ''Ow'' in before toppling over into darkness.


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No Cat in the Hat for Web 2.0 Names
There was time when Web 2.0 names were new and different. Today some of them are just strange.
The New York Times published an article on this topic with some great examples of silly Web 2.0 names. Here are just a few of them: Doostang, Wufoo, Bliin, Thoof, Meebo, Kudit, Raketu, Fark, Oyogi. It's hard to believe that one could remember any of these names.
In fact, more and more Web 2.0 names start to sound like Dr. Suess characters. And according to The Gelflog, the Gelf Magazine's blog, most of the actual Dr. Seuss names have been already turned into domain names.
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The word Raketu (pronounce ra-ke-tu) is a declension form of the Czech word "rocket". The sound of the word is also similar to pronunciation of the word "rocket" in Russian and Japanese. Please note that the word Raketu is NOT a mambo jumbo word. We chose this name not only because the visionary behind Raketu, G. Parker, is an astrophysicist, but also Raketu software will take communications and media the way we know it to another level.
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A sexual experiment; started by having a man ejaculate in to a womans mouth, and tickling her which will force her to choke, causing the sperm to fly everywhere.
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after you blow your load in a girls mouth you karate chop her in the throat and watch it come out her nose
you know what was really hot, when i gave your sister an angry Dragon.
by The Nagel February 12, 2005
When girl (or guy) is blowing a (another) guy as the guy is about to cum he grabs her (or his) head and shoves it down his cock so that she (he) cannnot pull away, and chokes on the cum and it goes out her (his) nose, with the cum falling out of her (his) nose and mouth it makes her (him) look like a dragon, and after pulling shit like that you bet she (he) will be an Angry Dragon!
by ~Jessay~ April 16, 2008
when recieving oral sex, just after ejaculating in the girls mouth, you grab her by the sides of her head and shake vigorously until it foams/runs out of her nose
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by Loki December 21, 2004
This is a move where, when someone is giving you head, you cum in their mouth; and before they have a chance to spit it out or swallow it, you tickle them so they will laugh and the cum will spray out of their nose. Hence looking like and angry dragon.
When your grandma was blowing me, I gave her an angry dragon.
by Philthy A. March 17, 2005
When a girl is giving you head and after you cum in her mouth, and she is about to swallow, you hit her in the back of the head or in the throat. This will result in her shooting the cum out her nose resembling an angry dragon shooting fire.
"After this bobber sholbed my nob, i blew a fat load in her mouth and when she was about to swallow, I gave her an angry dragon."
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A very specific situation where you are fucking Tony Danza in the mouth, choking him. When you blow your load (and win), you yell, "I'm the boss, BITCH!" and he's so choked up (and non-responsive) that jizz shoots from his nose like dragon smoke.
Sunday night, I mouth raped Tony Danza and he spewed like an angry dragon!
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Join Blood-Horse Editor-in-Chief Dan Liebman for a live blog from Belmont Park Saturday, June 6th, from Noon EDT to 1:00 pm.
Join Blood-Horse Editor-in-Chief Dan Liebman for a live blog from Belmont Park Saturday, June 6th, from Noon EDT to 1:00 pm.
The Alibi Breakfast is underway. A Preakness tradition, the Maryland Jockey Club offers a big spread of breakfast delights, plenty of juice and coffee, and a Black-Eyed Susan, if you're so inclined.
After the fourth race, a ripple of excitement goes through the paddock area. Curlin, the 2007 Horse of the Year, is about to make a red carpet entrance.
Yesterday, a horse named Leigh McLovin ran second in her first start in a maiden special weight. That made us think of two things: McLovin...and McLovin.
There's always plenty of hay around the backstretch of any track, so it was a little surprising when we saw a bale arriving special delivery.
Trainer Rick Dutrow Jr. sent Big Brown for an easy work over the Churchill Downs surface May 1, and the imposing colt looked every bit the Derby favorite as he took to the track under regular exercise rider Michelle Nevin. Big Brown, installed as the 3-1 morning line choice following the April 30 post position draw, went three-eighths in :35 2/5.
Right by the main gap on the backstretch the Louisville Thoroughbred Club has set up a fundraising stand selling sausage and biscuits to the crowd on the backstretch. President, founder, and "benevolent dictator" of the club - Manny Cadima - mans the station.
The best drama in Louisville today takes place in the racing office on the backside at Churchill Downs. It's the pill pull to see what order post positions will be drawn later this afternoon in the made-for-television post position show on ESPN.
Trainer Nick Zito is holding court with a ring of media members outside his barn. The two-time Kentucky Derby-winning trainer has two starters for Saturday's running: Cool Coal Man and Anak Naktal. Zito is talking about the subject of the year: synthetic surfaces. We have a feeling he's not a big fan.
Richard Migliore bounds through Barn 45 at Churchill Downs at a few minutes past nine. That's late for a racetracker, but the jet-setting jockey has a valid excuse. He just got into town.
Mike Barnes is a big LSU fan. He can't help but hide it. The exercise rider's helmet has the distinctive "LSU" logo that adorns the Tiger's football helmets. "I bleed purple and gold," the Louisiana native says. "I've been a fan since birth."
It's baaaack. Starting Sunday, April 27, and running daily through Kentucky Derby day, May 3, The Morning Line returns to bloodhorse.com. The feature, first unveiled during the 2006 run up to the Kentucky Derby, offers a behind-the-scenes look at the participants and players of Thoroughbred racing during racing's major events.
No American knows more about the Dubai World Cup (UAE-I) from personal experience than Jim Cornes. The Dubai Racing Club official and former assistant to four-time Dubai champion trainer Kiaran McLaughlin has witnessed all but one of the previous 12 runnings of the world's richest race and will be there Saturday to see if Curlin can join the elite group of winners.
As racing fans and participants from around the world gathered at Nad Al Sheba Racecourse on Thursday for "Breakfast with the Stars," there was one name that seemed to be on everyone's lips: Curlin. People from Australia to Europe to South America to Asia all wanted to see the American Horse of the Year with their own eyes, to gauge how good he might really be before he races for the $6 million Dubai World Cup (UAE-I) on Saturday.
American Horse of the Year Curlin was standing in the wash rack in his barn in the quarantine area of Nad Al Sheba Racecourse when the unmistakable sound of an explosion split the air. "We were lucky he was in the wash rack because we could have had a problem if I was walking him," assistant trainer Scott Blasi said of the startling noise.
A day after his last workout for the Dubai World Cup (UAE-I), Curlin was ready to do more, said Scott Blasi, who has spent the last month tending only to Curlin, satisfying the colt's every need and keeping him focused on the task that lies ahead.
The connections of Horse of the Year Curlin are determined to give the prepossessing chestnut a chance to create his own legend in racing. His quest for such glory begins this year in Dubai, where he will try to win the world's richest race, the $6 million Dubai World Cup (UAE-I), as a leap toward shattering Cigar's career earnings record of $9,999,815. Michele MacDonald -- who is covering her 10th consecutive Dubai World Cup -- shares the most intimate moments of this Middle Eastern sojourn, focusing on the people closest to Curlin and the exceptional colt himself, as well as offering a magic carpet ride through the land of Dubai.
Gerald Errichetti, Laura Von Glahn, and Connie O'Connell stop by the clubhouse dining room to inquire of the guest list. Volunteers with the Breeders' Cup VIP Escort Team, they're getting their assignments straight.
On the chute, trainer Graham Motion is on his pony, circling his John Deere Breeders' Cup Turf (gr. IT) runner Better Talk Now. They're waiting to go onto the soggy turf course for a last-minute tune-up.
Manning the Otis Elevator that serves as the stewards elevator at Monmouth Park is Ed Thayer. He knows the equipment....he's been operating the elevator for the past 11 years.
It's 10 a.m. Time for the first group meeting of the "Big Event Team" put together by the Thoroughbred Racing Protective Bureau. In all 22 agents are prowling the backstretch of Monmouth Park 24/7 looking for evil doers.
After the post position draw, which clocked in right at one hour to introduce all the dignitaries and draw 11 races, trainer Todd Pletcher takes a seat at table. He's quickly surrounded by a circle of cameras, tape recorders, and notebooks.
Walking in through the main gates at Monmouth Park, it's amazing the transformation that has taken place here. We take in a deep breath. What's that familiar aroma? No, it's not New Jersey...its fresh paint.
Starting Monday, Oct. 22 and running through Saturday, Oct. 27, The Morning Line returns to bloodhorse.com. The feature, now in its second year, offers a colorful, behind-the-scenes look at the participants and players of the Thoroughbred industry during racing's major events.
Standing outside his barn on the Oklahoma side of Saratoga, Bob Baffert holds court with the media and smiles. He talks about Midnight Lute's victory in the Forego (gr. I). About how rewarding it is to win a race like that at a track like this. About how good it feels to be back.
The gates at Saratoga open promptly at 7:00 a.m., and five seconds later the picnic areas are flooded by a rush of running fans. WIth limited space, the sections fill up quickly, and the mad dash to claim a table or a section of lawn looks like the beginning of a wild frat party.
Carl Nafzger walks across Clare Court with Street Sense striding beside him. The colt is alert, but relaxed; he walks confidently, as if he owns the track. Once over the Clare Court training track, he stops and pricks his ears. Lifts his head. Looks for cameras. Definite pose.
D. Wayne Lukas pauses from his morning duties to give his view on the Travers. The well-spoken Hall of Fame trainer has, as always, an insightful opinion on the race.
Fans are trickling into Belmont Park through the grandstand entrance. Out back by the picnic area, there are a few spots still available, but there won't be for long.
On the third row of Section G on the third floor of the clubhouse sit two yellow plastic bags. Labeled Adelman's Deli, the bags are stuffed with pastrami sandwiches, knishes, latkes, and pickles.
The paddock opens at 11:30 for schooling. One of the first to arrive is Belmont (gr. I) entrant Tiago. Trainer John Shirreffs, his stepson David Ingordo, and Frankie Herrarte, a member of his crew, follows the Pleasant Tap colt, who is led by Frank Leal.
Preakness starters walking the shedrow Saturday morning as the big moment is on the horizon, a bright and sunny one at that.
Baltimore and Pimlico ready to turn into the Calvin Borel show.
The autograph hounds were on the prowl Thursday morning at Pimlico, with Kentucky Derby winning trainer Carl Nafzger signing an oversized print of Street Sense to benefit a Pennsylvania charity.
Standing outside the Gold Room on the sixth floor of the clubhouse of Churchill Downs is Lisa Underwood. Underwood is the executive director of the Kentucky Horse Racing Authority.
Trainer Forrest Kaelin is moving quickly through the second floor clubhouse section. The local legend has seen a lot in his years training under the Twin Spires at Churchill Downs.
The scene at the racing office is pretty quiet. Only jockey agents Steve Bass, Joe Ferrer, and Jerry Hissam are present, chewing the fat with retired rider Bobby Ussery.
The pill pull at the racing office for the Derby is one of the most dramatic moments of the week.
Hall of Fame trainer D. Wayne Lukas holds court for an assembling of media in front of his spotless barn. He's the only trainer without a Derby horse who can still provoke a good half-hour worth of questioning.
When I hear about the Yumfecta and Yum! Brands, I suddenly have an urge for a Root Beer Float...
The weather today in Louisville couldn't be better. A good-sized crowd has amassed under the Twin Spires.
If I had to watch Bernardini get beat, this was the way to go.
All of the credentialed photographers are gathered around the winner's circle, receiving their locations to shoot tomorrow's races. It's their views to the thrill.
The great Laffit Pincay Jr., now retired but still the world's all-time leading jockey (and winner of eight Breeders' Cup races), is at Churchill Downs to introduce the nominees for the Race Track Chaplaincy's White Horse Award.
Right before the draw of the Breeders' Cup races takes place on the fourth floor of the clubhouse at Churchill Downs, Lisa Underwood surveys the scene. She's not eating breakfast from the buffet, but that's not to say she doesn't have a lot on her plate.
Rev. Ed Donally is standing outside Barn 36 with an armful of new halters, watching as Lava Man cools out from his morning gallop. Donally, with the Race Track Chaplaincy of America, is in from California to coordinate the White Horse Award Luncheon.
Academy Award-winning actor Joe Pesci is the guest of honor at the Breeders' Cup Luncheon, but he's not here to talk about his movies.
A bronze statue of Pat Day is unveiled in the garden near the paddock at Churchill Downs. John Asher cracks a joke that it will allow Day to live out his dream of being five feet tall since the statue is just slightly larger than life.
By Evan I. Hammonds - I don't recall the meeting when it was first discussed, but I remember volunteering. Looking for new avenues of coverage for racing's big events--the Triple Crown, the Breeders' Cup--on bloodhorse.com, the idea of a "blog" came up. "Blog," short for "Web log," is a relatively new concept and is still subject to debate for its actual purpose and application.
By the grandstand entrance off the paddock, a crowd gathers. They're flocking around Penny Chenery, the owner of Secretariat, the most famous Belmont winner of them all.


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Should a company that sells pornography turn it's back on helping host, or fund, Wikileaks? Where is the moral and legal line for companies that have been involved in the company? We're joined by Lauren Bloom, business ethics consultant, for her take. She says that it seems likely the companies aren't caving to government pressure, but are rather making savvy business decisions.


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Single-cell Genomics: An Overview and Its Application in Investigating Complex Biological Samples
In this webinar you will learn:
- The science behind single-cell genomics and its applications
- How single-cell genomics applies to your research through an example study. In this study, single-cell genomics was used to study single cells from microbes in the environment.
- Practical advice and tips to help you perform single-cell genomics experiments and analysis of the data
Applications from de novo genome discovery to dissecting genomic diversity in medicine and biotechnology are driving tremendous interest in highly parallelized analysis of nucleic acids at the level of single molecules and single cells.
Tips and advice for single-cell genomics research
Here, we first introduce the diverse spectrum of applications for single-cell genomics and the corresponding technology requirements. Then we describe the traditional technologies and emerging technological advances in whole-genome amplification and single-cell manipulation, and their importance of driving considerable progress in single-cell genomics field. Finally, we focus on future directions on studying single cells from environmental microbes and the need of increasingly powerful tools to access the genomes of uncultivated organisms.


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With an enduring look, PRO-TEC The Classic skate/bike helmet offers multisport protection and great value. High-density ABS plastic shell and expanded polystyrene (EPS) lining provide solid protection. 11 vents ensure plenty of airflow to keep a cool head. Adjustable quick-release chin strap is secure yet easy to unbuckle. Removable interior pads help adjust fit and comfort within PRO-TEC The Classic helmet. - $44.95


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This article shows you the way to make Microsoft Access 2010 ACCDB file into the ACCDE file which equivalent to the MDE file in Microsoft Access 2003.
If you develop database by creating Access Form, Access Report and VBA in Microsoft Access 2010 then your database file will be extension .ACCDB (eg. data.accdb) (which is the .MDB file in Microsoft Access 2003). To avoid other people viewing the VBA code in your file you have to convert the .ACCDB file into .ACCDE file (in Microsoft Access 2003 is converting from .MDB to .MDE).
To begin just open the Microsoft Access 2010 Database and follow the instructions below:
- Click Home Tab
- Click Save & Publish
- Click Save Database As
- Click Make ACCDE
- Click Button Save As
- Choose File Location
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Did This Online Auction Reveal Preston Tucker's Never-Made Roadster?
Even after Preston Tucker's dreams of building the Tucker 48 died after a lot of questionable accusations and a trial and acquittal from the Securities and Exchange Commission, Tucker couldn't stop dreaming about cars. He had plans for a very novel roadster, and previously unknown images of it may have just shown up.


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I wrote this article about how to support a friend through breast cancer diagnosis and treatment for Natural Health Magazine. It ran in the October 2010 issue. Every time I tell people that I wrote an article about how NOT to put your foot in your mouth when talking to your friend with cancer, they beg me to send them a copy of the article. Well, I can no longer find the magazine's link, so I'm posting the article below. This version is a bit shorter than the original because I removed the names of expert sources and their quotes just in case they'd rather not appear on my blog. Hopefully the magazine won't ding me for copyright violation. (Note: if this post disappears…that's why.) But, in the meantime, please feel free to pass these tips along to friends and family members. You can also add your own suggestions to the list via the comments section.
When a friend drops the BC-bomb:
Be concrete. One of the least helpful things you can say is 'don't hesitate to call if there is anything I can do. Instead, look at what's on your friend's plate and troubleshoot. Offer to walk her dog, pick up her first grader after school, or drive her to radiation every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Cancer is a full-time job. Think of specific ways you can help out.
Listen. Let your friend be upset, angry, fearful, or confused. You don't have to fix it (hint: you can't) or even cheer her up. You just have to be present. Don't try to change how she's feeling. The best thing you can offer is to meet her in whatever space she's in.
Be discrete. If your friend chooses to tell you, first and foremost honor her privacy. Ask if she'd like the news to stay between the two of you. If the answer is "well…it depends," follow up with "is there anyone you'd like me to tell?" This is delicate territory. Let her call the shots.
Clue in. Take your cues from her. If she wants to vent about her cancer, fine, but many women with breast cancer want an outing with friends to be a reprieve instead of a pity party or a hashing out of the latest details. Not sure whether to broach the subject? Here is some wording that can help broach the conversation: "I'm sure there are times when you'd rather not talk about it. If we are together and it doesn't come up, should I assume this is one of those times? Or will you think I'm an insensitive jerk for not mentioning it?"
Stay in touch. Cancer treatment can be a lengthy affair. Kudos for dropping by after her surgery but don't forget about her during the weeks of radiation and/or chemotherapy. A weekly phone call or email is all it takes to let her know you're still in the picture. Note: she needs a friend, not an obligation. If you send of leave a message, voicemail or text, assure her that she doesn't need to get back to you but that you just wanted to let her know she's in your thoughts.
Over share. No matter how inspiring your yarn, now's not the time to tell your friend about your mother-in-law's bout with breast cancer, your sister's false alarm, or your Aunt Nelly who died when her breast cancer spread to her bones. The desire to connect is human. Knowing when to zip it is divine.
Insert doubt. As long as your friend is working with qualified medical professionals, do not question her treatment decisions. A breast cancer diagnosis opens a Pandora's box of difficult decisions: lumpectomy vs. mastectomy? reconstruction or no? Unless you are a breast cancer surgeon or oncologist, do not second-guess her choices. She needs to feel supported, not doubted.
Pummel her with pink. Pink ribbons are everywhere but not every woman with breast cancer wants to tie one on. If she chooses to embrace the ribbon, by all means, pink it up, but wait for her nod before hitting the "send" button on a bouquet of pink roses.
Look for the smoking gun. Don't ask your friend how/where she thinks she got breast cancer. Unless she has a clear family history (a scant 5 to 10 percent of cases), most women never know, and the question says less about your concern for her and more about your fear for yourself. If you're scared about your own risk, share your feelings with your doctor, your partner, or even a therapist, but don't look to your friend for consolation.
Make demands. Your cousin's wife may be a fantastic breast cancer surgeon but don't insist your friend see get a consult. If she asks you for suggestions or referrals, jump right in. But, otherwise, assume she'd ask for a medical referral if she needed it. A big part of the first few weeks is narrowing the cast of characters (breast cancer surgeon, plastic surgeon, oncologist, etc…), friends who keep tossing names into the pot can inadvertently add to the stress of a diagnosis instead of subtract from it.


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Digitalis purpurea Snowy Mountain. Foxglove Snowy Mountain. Hot on the heels of Foxglove Candy Mountain, this striking white version has been developed by flower breeders. Each unique upward-facing bloom is peppered inside with delicate purple spots which will tempt bees and other insects. Tall sturdy spires of flowers will create an eye-catching display in cottage garden borders. Will grow in any garden soil in full sun or part shade. Sow January to May. Sow seed on the surface of a good, free-draining, damp, seed compost and place at a temperature of 18-29C (65-85F). Lightly cover the seed with vermiculite. Place in a propagator or seal container inside a polythene bag until after germination which usually takes 14-30 days. Do not exclude light, as this helps germination. Transplant seedlings when large enough to handle into trays or 7.5cm (3in) pots. Gradually acclimatise plants to cooler conditions for a few weeks before planting out after all risk of frost, 45-60cm (18-24in) apart. An early sowing will occasionally produce flowers in the same year.
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