The Patrol Division of the Trenton Police Department is considered the "Backbone" of the department because of the duties and responsibilities they are held accountable for.
The Patrol Division provides the 24 hour 7 days a week police patrol you see throughout the city each and every day. They are charged with the responsibility of protecting the citizens of Trenton from crime and apprehending those individuals who are suspected of breaking federal laws, state laws or city ordinances.
The primary objective of the Patrol Division is to deter criminal activity and to respond to calls for service. This Division consists of 15 well trained officers who work on a permanent shift bases. Each shift (days, evening and midnights) consist of a Lieutenant, who supervises the day to day operations of their respective shift, a sergeant and three patrol officers.
If you would like more information concerning the activities of a shift you may contact the day shift Lieutenant Mark Graves, the evening shift Lieutenant Ron Bennett or the midnight shift Lieutenant Dusty Vickers.
Unlike larger or metropolitan cities that have the ability to create a particular unit or special division. Like a traffic division that would be assigned the duty of concentrating on speeders, working traffic accidents and other traffic related issues. The Patrol Division is charged with working radar and traffic accidents and enforcement of other traffic related issues, such as directing traffic in school zones.
The Trenton Police Department has to rely on the Patrol Division to perform the vast amount of the responsibilities of the department. They respond to calls for service and assist with other police related problems in addition to providing assistance in non police related issues, such as unlocking a car door or assisting a stranded motorist.
They provide business and funeral escorts and provided extra patrol functions such as vacation house watch and extra patrol in a requested area. These officers visit the schools and other businesses regularly. They are also charged with responding and providing services to fire and medical emergencies.
They serve as courtroom security and bailiffs for the Trenton Municipal Court and are responsible for transporting prisoners to and from the Gibson County Correctional Complex, as well as other surrounding city and county complexes.
The Patrol Division is normally the first to arrive on the scene of a crime in progress, automobile crashes, domestic disturbances and other situations requiring immediate attention. They start the initial investigation into many of these calls and are able to resolve the case without turning the case over to an investigator, which lightens the investigators case load.
In many cases it is the patrol officer who assists investigators with the information needed to help solve a case. In addition the Patrol Division officers are charged with submitting a complete and detailed written report on most calls for service.
The Patrol Division of the Trenton Police Department is the largest single division within the police department. The men and women who serve this division are held accountable for the vast amount of the activities within the department. Including the service of all warrants and legal documents issued out of the Trenton Municipal Court.
Even with the tremendous amount of responsibility placed upon them and being held accountable for the enormous amount of duties. They are proud to serve the citizens and visitors of the city each and everyday. These officers have a very difficult job, but they continue to strive for excellence each and everyday in the performance of their jobs. They are to be commended for the outstanding job they do.


The Hawaii District of the California Pacific Conference of the United Methodist Church is located in the heart of Honolulu, Oahu. Our district is made up of about 40 congregations in the Hawaiian Islands, Guam and Saipan.
Our vision is to inspire the world as passionate followers of Jesus Christ so all may experience God's life-giving love.


It's that time of year, friends! Fall!
Here in AZ fall is particularly exciting because it means summer is almost over.
See, we don't actually have fall in the sense that other states do. We go from summer to winter in about a day.
Okay, I'm exaggerating. About a week. We get about a week of fall then go straight into winter. A mild winter by manys standards, but still.
So when other states begin to experience fall, we know relief is in sight! And nothing says fall like PUMPKINS!
I get pretty excited when I start seeing pie pumpkins in grocery stores. Not only are they fun to decorate with but they are delicious. I have never met a pumpkin recipe I didn't enjoy.
Pumpkin Seeds. Pumpkin Pancakes. Pumpkin Creamer. Pumpkin Granola. Pumpkin Pie. Pumpkin Bread. Pumpkin Cake…I'm like the Bubba Gump of pumpkin. At least in my own mind.
Since I love it so, I eat pumpkin year round. Enter: homemade pumpkin puree.
Oh man. It's easy, fresh, has less chemicals than canned pumpkin (my pumpkins were not organic), freezes perfectly, has no added sugar or oil, and is affordable. REALLY affordable. Cheaper than store bought, in fact That's an all around win.
To be as efficient as possible I always use two pie pumpkins at once and repeat about 2-3 times a season. But, if you are newb and not sure if you want to commit to two pumpkins, you can easily follow the steps below with just one pumpkin. This is really less of a recipe and more of a quick tutorial.
We'll start with how to make puree below and following the tutorial (and I'll share some tips for efficiency and speed), we'll break down the cost in the Total Cost section, and finish up with the A Few Tips section, I'll share a few things I've learned from making my own puree for half a decade.
*If you don't have a food processor I talk about what you can use instead in Step 10 below.
1. Preheat the oven to 350°. Chop off the stem of the pumpkin.
2. Cut that little gourd in half.
*Notice how I did not try to cut through the center of the bottom. way easier that way.
4. Cut the half in half once more and then cut the bottom off. That sucker is impossible to cut through so let's just get it outta there.
5. And then cut into manageable slices. About 6-8 per pumpkin half, depending on the size of your pumpkins. Mine were on the larger side, for reference. This was a particularly large pumpkin, so I got about 9-10 slices per half.
6. Gently and carefully use your knife to scrape off most of the remaining brains on each slice. Doesn't have to be perfect, just get most of it because after it cooks it's a different texture than the pulp part of the slice and you don't want that mucking up your beautiful puree.
8. Toss 'em in the oven for about 45 minutes.
9. They are done when they darken in color and they start to look mushy along the bottom.
10. When they are done let them cool for a moment and pull out your food processor. If you don't have a food processor, you could use a stand mixer with the whisk attachment and just pull out any stringy parts that don't break up. It works alright, it's just a little less efficient than a food processor.
11. As soon as they are cool enough to handle, start separating the pulp from the skin. The cooler they get, the more time this takes. I have found the easiest way is to break it into pieces and if they are still warm the skin usually falls right off.
12. Break it into chunks and toss 'em into the food processor.
13. When it's about half full I like to turn it on low and get it going so I can add chunks as I go. Seems to take a little less time that way.
14. Keep an eye on how full it's getting in there. If you roasted up 2 pie pumpkins that were on the large side like mine were, you may need to scoop some of that puree out halfway through.
15. Blend until pulp is smooth and even.
16. Time to measure and bag it up! Fold over the top of the freezer bag so it's out of the way and easy to insert the spatula.
17. Measure an even cup of puree.
18. Scoop the cup of puree into the bag.
17. Carefully flatten pumpkin in the bag to remove air and seal it up.
18. To freeze I put mine on a small baking sheet and gently flatten the stack. This way they freeze nice and flat and won't break or topple over when I go rummaging around in the freezer.
This batch yielded me 8 cups of pumpkin! Pretty good.
Now I only need to cook about 4 more pumpkins to get my yearly stash ready. Just kidding. I'm only going to cook 2 more. 4 would be excessive. Or would it?
So what did it cost me?
I spent about $1.99 per pumpkin.
Plus about $0.085 per bag. That's about $0.68.
For a grand total of $4.66.
That's only $0.58/ cup! Not bad. Not bad at all.
Grab those pie pumpkins early on in the season for the best puree. The ones you can get later on in the season are still good, they're just not as good.
2. Use 'em up quick.
I have found that when I cut and roast them within a week of purchase, the texture and color are far superior to when I let them sit in the fridge for weeks on end.
3. Buy the big ones.
Pie pumpkins are usually not sold by the pound, but individually. So, to make the most amount of puree for as little money as possible, buy the biggest pie pumpkins you can. And if you get them closer to the beginning of the season, you usually have the best luck with this.
Alright, there you have it. You're ready to make pumpkin puree! And then you can make ALL the pumpkin recipes!
Do you have any other tips for making pumpkin puree? If so, please leave a comment and help a pumpkin -lover out!
Happy roasting and puree-ing, friends! And whatever you make, make it yours!


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1969 Dodge Charger Daytona
By Ken R. Noffsinger
The 1969 Dodge Charger Daytona (street version at right) and the 1970 Plymouth SuperBird were created for the singular purpose of putting Chrysler across the finish line first on the nation's stock car tracks. Racing was becoming big business in the late 1960s, due to the factories' recognition of racing as a valuable marketing tool. It was generally understood that a win on the track often lead to a "win" in the dealer show rooms when the public came to buy the "same car" that won at the track. Because NASCAR rules required that bodies and motors be legalized (homologated) through a minimum street car production quota, the Aero Warriors graced the streets that lead to the tracks where their racing brethren performed.
Chrysler's 426 Hemi motor joined the NASCAR fraternity in February, 1964 at Daytona, permitting Chrysler automobiles to dominate the race. The 426 Hemi was state-of-the-art (at least within the confines of the NASCAR rules) in 1964, and had the potential engineered-in for significant performance gains in the future. The 426 Hemi would serve Chrysler's NASCAR efforts well for a decade, living up to its potential and in the process establish its legendary reputation.
As the 1960s progressed, and even with Hemi powered cars, it became clear to Chrysler that they couldn't rest on their laurels if they wanted to visit victory lane regularly. Because the 426 Hemi was the "ultimate" racing motor, it made sense to look at other methods to get more speed, and thus more victories, from the cars. Improving the aerodynamics of the automobiles proved to be a logical and cost effective choice, especially since wind tunnels large enough to effectively test automobiles were becoming more common. And so the NASCAR "Aero Wars" were underway.
Chrysler's success in 1967 was stunning, primarily due to the efforts of one man, Richard Petty. In his Hemi powered Satellite, Richard won 27 of 49 races, including 10 in a row. Ford was determined not to allow a repeat performance in 1968, and had prepared two new offerings for the '68 season, the Ford Torino and the Mercury Cyclone. Powered by 427 "tunnel port" wedge motors, these bodies helped tip the balance of power to the Ford camp. 1968 saw 27 victories for Ford and 21 victories for Chrysler.
It was no secret that Ford was developing even more aerodynamic platforms for the '69 season (the Talladega for Ford and the Cyclone Spoiler II for Mercury). The '68 Dodge Charger was one of the most appealing designs of all time, except to the air that it passed through. The recessed grill trapped air and created turbulence, and the rear window created a low pressure area which effectively lightened the rear end of the car. Translation - the car was "slow" and hard to handle a higher speeds. This body style would be no match for the even sleeker '69 Talladegas and Cyclone Spoiler IIs, especially when powered by the new Ford Hemi, the Boss 429.
The '69 season saw an improved Charger, the Charger 500, take to the tracks. Its grill was flush, and the rear window was reworked. The car was faster, but still not fast enough to contend with Ford's offerings. It was clear very early in 1969 that something even more radical would need to be done to keep Chrysler in the hunt. The car pictured here is the 3/8 scale Dodge Charger 500 model used by Chrysler in wind tunnel testing of various Charger configurations.
The 1969 Dodge Charger Daytona (racing version below) was Chrysler's next attempt at superiority on the NASCAR tracks, debuting mid-season at Talladega. It was essentially a Charger 500 with an extended nose that would cut through the air and a huge wing aft to apply down force to the rear tires, allowing higher cornering speeds. The Dodge Charger Daytona was successful, winning almost a quarter of the races in which it participated during less than two full seasons on the NASCAR super speedways.
Plymouth's attempt at NASCAR domination culminated in the production of the 1970 Plymouth SuperBird. Plymouth's '68 Road Runner was aerodynamically poor, and it became even more so when Richard Petty opted to race a Ford rather than pilot a boxy Plymouth in '69. Richard scored ten victories in his new Ford ride, including a victory in the fist race he drove it in at Riverside, California. This made it abundantly clear to Plymouth that if they wanted Petty back in a Plymouth (and they wanted the all-time winningest NASCAR driver back very badly), they would need a car which Petty felt was competitive, and thus the SuperBird was born. The Plymouth SuperBird won more races in fewer appearances that its winged brother the Daytona, bringing home eight of Plymouth's 21 victories in 1970. The Plymouth was considered a great success, although ironically, Bobby Isaac won the 1970 Grand National Championship driving a Dodge. Richard Petty finished fourth, due to a serious crash at Darlington which side-lined him for several events.
It is estimated that about 40 racing Daytonas and 20 racing SuperBirds (like Ramo Stott's car pictured here) were built during the winged car era. All Daytonas were based on already existing chassis that had Daytona sheet metal "hung" on them. SuperBirds were built from a "body in white", bare chassis shipped from the factory to the car builders. Only a few racing winged cars survive today, and they are found primarily in museums. It appears that about 550 street Daytonas were produced, with over 300 surviving to this day. The street Plymouth SuperBird was produced in larger quantities, with about 2,000 having been manufactured and about half that surviving today.
NASCAR rule changes for the 1971 season effectively eliminated the winged cars (and Ford's Talladega and Spoiler IIs) from serious contention by requiring that they be powered by nothing larger than a 305 cubic inch motor. Although Richard Brooks had some success with a 305 cubic inch Daytona in the 1971 Daytona 500, there were simply too many problems associated with making that motor consistently competitive. Considered with the fact that Bill France did not want "exotic" cars running in his "stock" car series, it was clear that whatever teams did with the winged cars, "Big Bill" would simply change the rules again to penalize them further. These arbitrary and capricious rule changes were not only the death knell for the winged cars, but played a significant role in the manufacturers' decision to universally withdrawal from NASCAR in the early 1970s.
Off the NASCAR tracks, things were getting tough on the street winged cars too. Emission requirements were becoming more stringent, strangling the high performance motors that rested between the frame rails the of the winged wonders. In addition, insurance rates on high performance cars were moving faster than the cars, and this was especially hard to swallow for the young performance enthusiasts who had enough trouble scraping together money to buy a performance car, let alone afford the exorbitant insurance rates. The Dodge Charger Daytona and the Plymouth SuperBird went permanently out of production less than eighteen months after the first one rolled off the assembly line.
NASCAR's popularity is growing by leaps and bounds in the '90s. 30 years ago NASCAR maintained a schedule where many of the tracks were under a mile (some of which were dirt), and a packed house was well under 20,000 people. NASCAR cannot now economically justify appearing at a track where the payed attendance is less than 100,000. The winged cars are more than a quarter century old, and they serve as testament to the time when the very popular NASCAR racing of today was first coming of age.
The story of the evolution and development of the Dodge Charger Daytona and the Plymouth SuperBird has been documented to varying degrees in numerous magazine articles, books and now on the Internet. The reader seeking a much more complete accounting of the Aero Warriors would be well served by purchasing a copy of Frank Moriarty's book, Supercars - The Story of the Dodge Charger Daytona and the Plymouth SuperBird. Information as to where this book and other winged car documentation may be found is located on the More Information page.

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Almost every week I hear someone say, "she made me…" or "he made me…" as if they could.
Without a doubt we influence one another, but far too often we justify bad attitudes and hurtful responses because of the attitudes and decisions of others.
1. Choose to use a soft voice.
Regardless what the other person chooses you can chose a soft and kind tone in your voice.
I don't always realize how worry and anxiety affect me. In fact, if asked I would say that I don't worry very often.
But then something happens, it happens most often in competitive settings.
I want to live a joy-filled life, but too often I have settled for wanting to be successful.
When have I chosen the pursuit of success over joy?
I complain when I think Halo or Call of Duty is being unfair to me.
I yell at myself – out loud – when I make a mistake playing tennis.
I pout when my teammates make mistakes.
I SCREAMED on Father's Day.
Honestly, it was shocking to me.
And, I was the screamer.
We we having fun as a fam playing tennis.
I know how I play tennis.
But, I haven't played in a while.
My knowledge and my skills didn't jive.
One miss-hit led to another and another.


Needle Sports is getting busier and busier! Consequently we are often on the lookout for good staff. Previous shop experience is useful but not essential. Far more important is a good all round experience of rock-climbing, with experience of and enthusiasm for winter and alpine climbing a distinct advantage. The standard you can climb at is not nearly as important as the amount you do.
We pay reasonably good wages (for a climbing shop), you can get all your gear at trade prices, and extra time off without pay is often allowed for expeditions etc. Please do not apply if "you did a bit of climbing some years ago", "you've only just started", "you've done a lot but can't remember the names and grades", you think "you've ticked Borrowdale because you've done Little Chamonix and Troutdale Pinnacle", or you "used to do a bit but it's mainly bouldering you're into now" (we've heard all these!).
Also please don't apply if you only want to fill in for a few weeks between your outdoor ed work, you want weekends off, holidays over Christmas/New Year, or any sort or career structure.
Please do apply if you think you've got chalk dust and/or ice crystals in your veins, you're a bit of a secret gear freak but not too much of an anorak, and your ideal lifestyle centres around being able to be climbing on Shepherd's, Reecastle or Castle Rock within 15 minutes of finishing work.
If you are interested in working at Needle Sports and think you fit the above, please email: info@needlesports.com, attaching a standard CV and a brief climbing CV.
If we aren't looking for anyone straight away, we can always keep your details on file.


Many textbooks on computer vision can be unwieldy and intimidating in their coverage of this extensive discipline. This textbook addresses the need for a concise overview of the fundamentals of this field.
Concise Computer Vision provides an accessible general introduction to the essential topics in computer vision, highlighting the role of important algorithms and mathematical concepts. Classroom-tested programming exercises and review questions are also supplied at the end of each chapter.
This concise and easy to read textbook/reference is ideal for an introductory course at third- or fourth-year level in an undergraduate computer science or engineering programme.


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Gorgeous views all the time as this course is truly in a wilderness setting. We could hear coyotes nearby and a member shared that recently he saw a mama bear and two cubs on the course. On the 8th hole today, near the green, a doe ambled out and hung around for a bit as we were putting. This is a fun course. It is hilly so if you walk you are in for a good workout. There are some uphill as well as some elevated tees. Visited July 2015"


My name is Sandra Delgado, and I am a reporter with the Long Island Sun. We would love to do a feature story about you and your journey to get to where you are today. Your background is of particular interest to our readers, who would love to know exactly how you first discovered your gift as a medium. If possible, we would also like to devote part of the story to addressing the accusations that your show is rigged or predatory in some way. Our readers have heard the rumors, and we would love to tell your side of the story in this piece.
The submission deadline for the story is July 11, 2013, and it would be published in that Sunday's edition of our paper. If you would like to schedule a time for the interview, please give me a call at (929) 555-0198.


Call me 732-545-4717 x 3859 for help with your divorce or custody matter.
I am the Partner-in-charge of the Hoagland, Longo, Moran, Dunst & Doukas' Family Law Department and am Certified by the Supreme Court as a Matrimonial Law Attorney. I am an AV-rated® attorney by LexisNexis® Martindale Hubbell™. I am an accredited mediator through the NJ Association of Professional Mediators. Providing comfort and closure to people enduring the most stressful experiences of their lives, I have risen quickly in this area of law. My experience has enabled me to represent clients involved in complex custody battles, divorces, child support matters, prenuptial agreements, domestic violence disputes, visitation/parenting time issues, equitable distribution, civil unions, and restraining orders. My career, spanning over a decade, began in the trenches of the legal community as a legal secretary, as I worked my way through law school. Rising steadily, I ultimately became partner and owner of the very firm where I was once a legal secretary. I have successfully taken cases through trial, arbitration, the Appellate Division (see Hatcher v. Hadiddou) as well as mediation, the collaborative law process, and the Early Settlement Panel, balancing all available litigation options to serve my clients' needs. I was appointed by the Presiding Judge of the Family Division in Middlesex County to aid litigants in resolving their cases as an Early Settlement Panelist. I have also been admitted to the roster of Mediators for Economic Aspects of Family Law Cases. In this age of growing technology, I have been called upon to lecture other attorneys on the intricacies of the Federal Wiretap Act, addressing email spoofs and social media hacking and the impact upon Divorce, Custody, and Domestic Violence litigation. I have also lectured on the division of pensions, custody evaluations and the New Jersey child support guidelines.


With the New Year only hours away, I'm very happy to see this year come to an end. One reason: I didn't turn out to be one of the newly minted millionaires created this year. Nope, try as I may to find that one stock to carry me there or a bazillionaire to adopt or marry me, it just didn't happen.
Neither was I lucky enough to find some ole rocker to write my name in as beneficiary on one of his life insurance policies, or, provide me with enough gold bobbles and bars to secure a future for me guaranteed to be beyond rosy.! Oh well, truth be told, I really didn't try very hard in that department.
As for what's to come in the New Year for investors, expect it to be a rewarding year and your odds of that actually happening are greatly increased. Spin is everything.
One of the bright spots ahead is that there will be a growing number of millionaires roaming around. According to a recent CNBC report from Robert Frank, the number of millionaires is likely to hit nine million. That's close to an all time high.
As for where they will be spending some of their cash, listen up Worth Avenue merchants. Frank reported it's likely to be the high-end retailers—like Hermes—that bring in the big bucks in the New Year. Leave that Avenue and head home, word is that those multi-million dollar digs are the ones that will trade hands leaving more than one real estate broker smiling all the way to the bank.
Speaking of banks, Bank of America wound up to be a big winner re Dow dog stocks. For those who read previous blogs of mine, took heed and bought BAC for no other reason than the fact that it was cheap cheap cheap —and trading under 10 bucks a share— there were rewards of more than 100 percent to be had. Closing at $11.61 today, within the past 52- weeks it had traded as low as $5.62 a share.
Next year will no doubt bring with it many financial rewards for those willing to play the market. And, of course, there will be losses, too. Some smart money says that markets outside of the U.S. could wind up to be more rewarding than money invested here at home. Perhaps. Then again, it all depends upon your picks.
A few things are certain, though. One is that there will be more people who will fall into poverty next year even though the minimum wage is going up in some states. Florida happens to be one of them with an increase of 12 cents an hour bringing the minimum wage to $7.79 beginning Jan1.
Another, employees will be taking home fewer dollars in their pay checks as Medicare premiums are going up $5 a month fiscal cliff problems resolved or not.
So as I read the tea leaves for 2013, yes money will be made on Wall Street, Main Street and all points in between. There always is. But, too few people able to reap those rewards.
Life has gotten very expensive for those in the lower and lower-middle classes. And while an increased cost of living impacts everyone from those with little to those with plenty, when the little gal can't spend, save or invest for her future that translates into problems for the economy in general. And our economy is already facing huge problems. Problems that few elected officials really want to face. Or, worse yet, know precisely how to fix.
Which brings me back to getting to that millionaire status. I'm hoping that 2013 brings with it a comfortable lifestyle for you and yours and more zeros in your coffers than you've ever expected or imagined.
But more importantly, may the New Year bring you a supreme dose of what counts more than money—real joy and true happiness, close friends and a bucket filled with common sense.


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My journey as a client with Australian Strength Performance started 2 months before I had joined them. I found it within myself to decide to change my life, join a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu team and lose weight. I searched the internet for help with a diet to follow and lead me to a bodybuilding.com of rice, tuna, meats, and some veggies. However, I still continued some drawbacks as 1 month of training I had not lost any weight. Now at my heaviest at 175kgs, my body didn't look like it changed and I didn't see any improvement in my strength and fitness.
A friend informed me of his coach, gave me his number and I contacted him the next day. This person was ASP owner and Strength Coach Ben Siong. He called me to come meet with him. In just 10 minutes of conversing with him, I was convinced that Coach Ben had the understanding and knowledge, and could support me to change my ways and help me lose weight. I weighed in with him at my biggest at 175kgs and we discussed the reasons I was there to see him.
Then began my training, I would spend 2 days training Brazilian Jiu Jitsu and 2 days training with ASP, and would check in with Coach Ben for fortnightly Bioprint sessions.
I wouldn't lie, it wasn't a walk in the park. I remember my first session: It was my first true experience of lifting weights as I was always intimidated about going to the gym without proper guidance and without someone knowledgeable being there to push, support and inspire you. And wow, did it push me out of my comfort zone! I was huffing with a few reps and even a 5kg dumbbell seemed impossible to press as my arms became that tired.
I recall countless other sessions where I had pushed myself so hard I couldn't even physically stand up. I was drenched in sweat and literally crawling out of the gym. But, to me it was all worth it as I wanted to change so much. Coach Ben and his team knew just how to support me. With specific training and nutritional guidance, I was losing weight fast. I had found my rhythm, I had found myself again!
With the help Coach Ben and the ASP team being a huge support in my journey, I lost over 50kgs, grew much stronger and was inspired to take part in a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu Tournament. This was my goal, and I did it! In the competition, I fought 3 matches – won 1, drew 1 and lost 1. Some might see it as an average result, but for me, that was achieving the impossible!
I cannot thank Ben Siong and the ASP team for their supportive environment, for all their help and everything they did for me. With Ben's help and support I decided complete my personal training certification and become an ASP coach to inspire and help people.
Thank you so much team ASP, let's grow better together.
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package main

import (
	"encoding/json"
	"net/http"
	"time"
)

type Response struct {
	Status string
	Body   string
	Time   int64
}

func makeResponseString(status string, body string) string {
	response := Response{status, body, time.Now().Unix()}

	jsonResponse, err := json.Marshal(response)
	if err != nil {
		panic(err)
	}

	return string(jsonResponse)
}

func getRequestPayload(r *http.Request) string {
	payload := r.PostFormValue("payload")
	if payload == "" {
		panic("No Input :\\")
	}

	return payload
}

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Scientific American Picks Up Poker's "Skill Versus Luck" Argument
It is a question that has been debated since probably the dawn of the game of poker (whether you believe it was invented in Turkey, France, Louisiana or on the riverboats of the Mississippi River). What is the skill element of poker versus that of luck? Leave it to a top science magazine to wade into the waters and attempt to answer that age-old debate.
In an article on the Scientific American website, writer Jennifer Ouellette pens an intriguing look at the "skill versus luck" debate, featuring input from a few of poker's more notable names. In an article entitled "Knowing When To Fold'em: The Science of Poker," Ouellette begins her piece by discussing the latest ruling in federal court that overturned the conviction of a Staten Island man for running a "game of chance," in essence saying poker was a game of skill. Ouellette also points out the contradictory stance from the U. S. government in its decision from December 2011 on the Wire Act of 1961 and its crackdown in April 2011 on the three biggest websites servicing American players.
Ouellette then brings up a fascinating study by German researchers that offers a different opinion than the federal court system. The German study rounded up 300 players, with half of the players self-described as "experts" and half as "average," and set them on six handed tables to play 60 hands of Texas Hold'em. Through fixing the deck, the researchers could, in their opinion, accurately measure whether luck or skill was predominant and the results opened Pandora's Box once again.
In that study, Ouellette reports that the researchers determined, "Luck, rather than skill, was key in determining final balance, with experts taking no more, on average, that novices. Experts did play differently, on various measures, and seemed better able to cope with bad luck, losing less. But they also won less when given good cards." The German study does point out some flaws with its study – the limited number of hands and the self-determination by players of their skill levels, to name two – but it stated that poker is, contrary to other studies and court rulings, driven by luck.
In her article, Ouellette cites several other pieces written by her and academics on the issue. Poker professional Michael Binger – who has a degree in particle physics to fall back on in case the poker thing doesn't work out – is one of the poker playing physicists she consults and he offers the opinion that, studying the game and its mathematics, that poker is a "beatable game." Ouellette offers Binger's opinion after dissecting his approach to blackjack, which Binger learned he "wasn't going to get rich" by playing the game.
Binger also admits that he has an edge in his use of probabilities, equity calculations and statistical analysis, but that he also knows players who play "by feel." Another poker playing physicist, Marcel Vonk, says to Ouellette, "There are many people who hate math but are great poker players, but there are hardly any players who lack the people reading abilities and still manage to be good poker players. Mathematical knowledge can to a large extent be replaced by intuition and experience. After a player has played a million hands of poker, even if he does not know the math at all, he will have a decent feeling about when it is profitable to draw to a flush and when it is not."
Ouellette also acknowledges the work done in the field by former World Champion Chris Ferguson, who hasn't been seen on a poker table in some time (and we know why). He explains the logistics behind the game, his work in game theory on the subject and is cited in the bibliography that concludes the article.


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Show Luo has a penchant for wearing women's clothes?
TAIPEI: Taiwan singer Show Luo revealed Thursday during a charity event that he is very in tune with his feminine side, and has a penchant for wearing women's clothing at home, reported Taiwan media.
"At home, I would sometimes wear women's clothes and would put cream on my legs as well as wear loose socks. I don't evade this issue because I think I am a little effeminate deep down!" said Luo, adding that he owns about eight lacy night gowns.
Luo further revealed that his feminine habits sometimes got him into trouble with one of his ex-girlfriends – Luo's girlfriends mistook the women's clothes in his room as the possessions of another woman, and thought he was cheating on her.
"Those who wish to be my girlfriend must take special note of my personal habits," quipped Luo.
The singer-television host explained that his effeminate habits may have been the result of his upbringing. "My mother really liked [to have] a daughter but only gave birth to me, so my mother would dress me up like a girl and the neighbours would call me Little Sister Luo," said Luo, who would dress up in his mother's clothes when he was younger.
However, the star was quick to clarify that he will man up if the situation calls for it. "When I am doing charity or protecting my family members, I am very 'Man'!" said Luo.


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FrightFest 2017 – Day Five
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"The legacy is all."
There was no one in Leicester Square's Empire cinema on Monday that wasn't completely and utterly battered. Endless fidgeting from arse ache and leg cramps were just the beginning of a day that was guaranteed to leave most worse for wear. But Andrew Brooker and his FrightFest family persevered. And, of course, would all complain about it whenever there wasn't a film on the screen on the final stretch of the five-day festival.
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FrightFest 2017 – Day Four
"They're slipping away" – Paul McEvoy on Tobe Hooper
At a point where it appears that the quality of atmosphere and company is topping the overall quality of the horror films, it's clear that while we are over the halfway point of this year's FrightFest, it's going to be a bit of a slog to the end for writer Andrew Brooker.
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FrightFest 2017 – Day Three
"Fear changes people."
A lovely Saturday morning in the finest city in the world. Seems like another perfect day to hide out in a dark, air conditioned cinema watching scary movies all day for Andrew Brooker, who rejoins a few hundred horror fans for the third day of this year's FrightFest.
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FrightFest 2017 – Day Two
"The great pyramids wouldn't exist if it wasn't for pussy."
Embarking on a second journey to London in as many days, on a dangerously low amount of sleep, regretting the choice of jeans for his hot-as-balls morning commute, Andrew Brooker heads back into the fray of the Horror Channel FrightFest.
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FrightFest 2017 – Day One
"Come join the cult"
August bank holiday weekend has finally arrived. Whilst most people look forward to the frivolity of a good birthday drink or the suicide inducing family time that is Christmas; for Brooker, FrightFest is all that and more rolled into one. So begins his journey into "The Dark Heart of Cinema".
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Can't get to Horror Channel FrightFest? Watch these instead
The UK's biggest film festival dedicated to all things horror kicks off later today with over 60 films being screened across the bank holiday weekend. The annual Horror Channel FrightFest returns to its home in the dark heart of London on Leicester Square from the 24-28 August, showcasing some of the most anticipated and unique genre movies around.
If you're not as fortunate as our writer Andrew Brooker, who is attending the extravaganza (and will be reviewing it on next week's podcast along with Mike Shawcross), then don't worry! We've picked out two films being shown on the Horror Channel each day across the duration of the festival for you to enjoy instead.
Whack your popcorn in the microwave, crack open that 2ltr bottle of pop from the corner shop, and turn your tele on for some quality horror, all from the comfort of your own home.
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FrightFest 2017 – My Itinerary
"You're scared already… Ain't ya darling?"
Making his (hopefully) annual trip to the world renowned genre-film festival, Andrew Brooker takes a look at this year's Horror Channel FrightFest lineup, revealing his plan for the five days in London's Leicester Square over the August Bank Holiday.
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"In hell, everybody loves popcorn."
And so begins day four. Sadly, my last day at the festival. I don't care if it's the London Film or Download, as is the way with all festivals, the last day means a sea of tired bodies, struggling to get to the first act of the day, let alone make it to the end. And the bogs fucking reek!
That aside, this is an interesting day. Besides the evening's closer, I don't know anything about any of these films. I'm going in completely blind and hoping for a surprise or two. So for the last time this year, won't you come join me?
"Come outside. There's nowhere to hide."
Hopefully not starting the day as we mean to go on, the UK premiere of Downhill promised us that "Evil Awaits". Unfortunately, the only thing that awaited the audience in the Horror Channel screen was a mosh-mash of genres that didn't seem to be able to decide what it wanted to be.
Set up like a scary stuff in the woods flick, we are forced to watch an awful lot of GoPro footage of bikes on dirt tracks before our main characters, a pair of bike racers, stumble across a man in a jeep bleeding. Insanity ensues as we are treated to a dude with a weird infection that seems to be zombifying him, a bizarre cult, completely unexplained bags of meat hanging from trees and a bunch of hunters that, although the film is set in South America, suddenly seem to have menacing south London accents. Oh yeah, and there's angry people having angry sex around confused and angry looking goats. For fuck's sake.
A couple of half decent tense scenes can't rescue this pretty bland mess of a film.
Johnny Frank Garrett's Last Word
"Maybe God shouldn't have played God."
Upping the quality for the second film of the day. Red, White and Blue director Simon Rumley takes on an eerie true story of a convicted rapist and murderer who to his last breath pronounced his innocence and cursed everyone involved in his death sentence.
This genuinely chilling story of a ghost exacting his revenge from beyond the grave isn't just a great horror film, but it's a magnifying glass on some very real issues that affect the United States to this day. As our characters start dropping like flies and begin investigating the situation they find themselves in, it asks a lot of questions about the finality of capital punishment.
A great story, some very scary and chilling scenes that will leave you with goosebumps. An excellent film.
"Are you sure you're cut out for this?"
Martyrs' Morjana Alaoui stars in the latest world premiere of the day. This psychological horror takes a slightly slower pace for the day and sees two main characters fighting disabilities in their own way.
One man, a tetraplegic former rock star, bound to a wheel chair for life is fighting with the day-to-day horrors of not being able to live his life. Having all of his freedom taken away has become his own personal hell. Fighting his present and future, he needs help 24/7. That help comes from an agency carer who is fighting the demons of her past that just won't let her be. Together the pair struggle with each others differences as the film culminates in a bloody mess of inevitability.
A great film that's going to be playing on my mind for some time.
Realive
"I was able to live, because I chose to die."
Ok, so the guys really pulled one out of left field for this. Being a horror film festival, I expected even films labelled as sci-fi to have a scary element to them. After all, Alien and Event Horizon sit firmly in both genres. But nothing like that here.
A conventional sci-fi flick, Realive is a futuristic Frankenstein story with healthy doses of films like Moon added in for good effect. A decent outing, it's the story of a man brought back to life in the 22nd century after freezing himself Walt Disney-style in the early 21st. An interesting premise for a film as we watch the newly resurrected Marc Jarvis essentially go from being a newborn to a fully fledged adult in a matter of months. Quickly learning to ask questions about where he's from and why he's here, the answers he find really aren't the ones he wanted to hear.
Probably the biggest budget film of the day, but not really the right setting for its European Premiere.
"Murder school. Is now in session."
Rob Zombies latest exploitation, grindhouse, hillbilly horror has finally hit these shores. The film that I came to FrightFest for has finally come around.
It's just another Zombie film. He doesn't do anything new or original, but those that came to this party know the dance – and that dance is exactly why I'm here. The seventies-set film about a family of carnies grabbed on the roadside and thrown into a deadly maze where nasty people with nasty names like Sexhead and Deathhead are coming at you with some really fucking dodgy weapons. I mean, there's a Nazi clown midget who speaks Spanish. Need I say more?
Crazy deaths, a mental soundtrack – whether album or scoring, I love listening to Rob Zombie and John 5 working together – and an hour and forty minutes of carnage. I loved every blood soaked second of it.
And so ends FrightFest 2016
That's it for my first FrightFest. And that's it for your first FrightFest with me. Tomorrow actually sees the festival end and the booze addled shut in begin. With films like Found Footage 3D and Train to Bursan headlining the screens, it's sure to be a good one.
Sadly though, this is my last day here. But it's been a blast. Great films, shit films and a ton of cool people. I genuinely can't and won't ask for more than that. I'll definitely be back next year. I will probably put together a bit of a round up in the next few days after I've scoured VOD for a few films I missed; but until then, it's another day where I'm getting home at stupid o'clock in the morning. I need my bed guys.
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"You came here. Of your own free will and volition."
Here I am, sat in a dimly lit red corridor surrounded by strange models of bleeding hearts and instruments of torture, along with more than a handful of likeminded horror fans preparing our arses for a marathon horror session.
In a way, I'm glad that I couldn't take the day off to hit day two yesterday. As much as I love the idea of a weekend of non-stop horror, the idea of sitting in a cinema for more than 12 hours a day for four days is scarier than anything they could put on screen. Strangely, I'm kind of grateful.
Luckily today sees a couple of films I really want to watch hitting that screen; some stuff I've been waiting to see for a while and some stuff from a director I really love to watch work. So now the doors are open and I'm going in to see what kind of tat has been left on my seat today. I'll catch you on the other side.
"Seriously. Fuck this island!"
Kicking off this morning's festivities is this little zombie number. Introduced by the film's director Steve Barker – of Outpost fame.
This fun little thriller centres on a group of tourists who visit "The Rezort": a place filled with zombie leftovers of a years ago outbreak that people now pay to visit and quench their bloodlust. These tourists are left for dead when the multi-billion dollar fortress on the centre of the island is hacked and its security compromised. With the horde now loose and no way to stop them, the survivors only have a few hours to escape the island before it is levelled in an attempt to quarantine the virus.
Superb world building, and a cast that includes Dougray Scott seemingly having a ton of fun with this not-wholly-original but slightly-different take on zombie films. It's refreshing to have a film where everyone already knows what a zombie is and the whole Jurassic Park meets Dead Island thing it has going is awesome.
Basically, The Rezort is what happens when you take video games movies away from Uwe Boll.
"You're the last piece of this house's puzzle."
Darren Lynn Bousman, director of several Saw sequels and bizarre musical Repo: The Genetic Opera has returned to the horror genre with some interesting new ideas.
A throwback to noir mystery thrillers, Abattoir follows Julia (Jessica Lownders), a journalist trying to solve the mystery behind a series of bizarre acts centred around houses where a crime has been committed. Stumbling upon it after the room her sister and nephew are murdered in is stripped from he house, she drags her cop boyfriend Grady (Joe Anderson, who we saw at the start of the festival in My Father, Die) along to investigate the stranger that's seemingly responsible for these weird goings on.
What starts like a violent mystery thriller quickly becomes a fun ghost story. The old collector, played with a brilliantly creepy tone by Deadwood's Dayton Callie, is one of my favourite bad guys/story tellers in quite a while. Bousman has put a creepy little film together that culminates in a brilliantly bat-shit haunted house segment that doesn't scare you as much as show just how many different ways the man can think of killing people. Loved it. Well worth the wait.
"I just wasn't strong enough to finish."
Crap knows what this was. A strange creature-feature drama type thing that invoked memories of Gremlins, except not as scary. A strange choice for a horror festival, The Master Cleanse sees Johnny Galecki and Anna Friel as a pair of lost souls looking to improve their lives with the ultimate cleansing retreat. Shipping themselves off to the country resort run by Oliver Platt and Angelica Houston, the pair are put through a cleanse that (quite literally) puts their negative energy in front of them to confront.
I went in to this one pretty blind, not having a clue what I was letting myself in for. This weird little tale that starts with people throwing up little monsters that represent all the bad stuff in your life, just keeps going down the rabbit hole after that. The stars are decent in roles that, for the most part, I think are pretty alien to them. Strange little flick, I might need to watch it again to decide whether or not I like it.
Sadako Vs. Kayako
"One of you has to be sacrificed."
So I went into is one a full blown skeptic. A fan of both Ringu and Ju-On, I wasn't entirely convinced that a grudge match film was the way to go. I didn't think it was the kind of film that really lent itself to the tonal shift you needed for something like this. There's no two ways about it: you've got to bring the laughs Freddy Vs. Jason style or things could go awfully wrong.
I'm happy to report that I was wrong to be too worried. Sadako Vs. Kayako is a ton of fun on the big screen. It makes the smart decision early on to not take itself too seriously, substituting real creepy scares for (perhaps unintentional) laughs. It proves that Japanese cinema still has what it takes to be creepy and jumpy – even if we see very little of either here – but that it's also willing to evolve a little to make itself relevant. While this is certainly Sadako's film in so many ways; Kayako and Toshio are still the creepiest fucking things I've ever seen in my life!
"Maybe don't touch that again."
Now, who'd have thought that a day that involved a Ringu film would actually have not only another film with a cursed video tape, but a better one? Certainly not this festival goer.
But here we are, not only a film with a haunted tape, but one that goes full on retro with its look. Remember those board games that had video tapes? I think Atmosfear was probably the biggest one in the UK. Well, here's a horror flick, filmed to look like it was plucked from a 90's Blockbuster video, that is based completely on a family playing this insane board game – Beyond The Gates – trying to beat the maniacal woman on the tape running the game and save their dad's soul.
A couple of decent scares, but so, so many ludicrously funny bits. A cracking little movie that sits up there with Deathgasm for me. Just without the heavy metal and insane language!
"Soon, my queen will be reborn."
So we round off the day with a remake of the 1963 splatter flick Blood Feast. Now, I've never seen the original, but in his chat before the film director Marcel Walz assured us that original director H G Lewis was pleased with the film. If that's true, I'll never be watching the original. Because man oh man was this a terrible film.
We're talking: the entire auditorium was howling with laughter at every uttered line; the painfully terrible script; and the even worse acting. This film, about a restaurant owner who starts slaughtering people to appease an ancient Egyptian God, starts with a warning about how nasty it is, how those with anxiety or heart conditions should not watch and how the filmmakers are not responsible for your well-being. That should have been the first warning. The second should have told us that if you wanted to watch a decent, well made film, you'd come to the wrong place. So bad was this film, that the close up of this guy sawing another guys dick off not only didn't shock us, but with the level of torture this mans screenwriting had been putting us through, it was a welcome break from the rest of this accidently horrific film.
T-t-t-t-that's all, folks.
A cinema fill of people shuffle out like old zombies at nearly 1am, thoroughly disappointed at the downward spiral the day took at the end. A couple of excellent and a couple of very good films today, but all we'll remember is the confused mumblings of a repressed director who clearly wasn't hugged enough as a child.
Hopefully, tomorrow doesn't go the same way. Tomorrow closes out with my most anticipated of the weekend and I'd hate to feel this disappointed after 31.
Anyways. Home. I've got to get to my bed. Because I'm back in the road in 8 hours for day four.
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"The World is not round. Not from where I stand. It's warped. Contorted."
I've always wanted to come to one of these festivals. A few days surrounded by like-minded horror fans watching new and interesting stuff made to make your skin crawl, your heart race and stain your pants.
As tickets for this year's festival went on sale, I wondered and waited and couldn't decide whether or not this was something I should actually do. "Fuck it" I thought. I'm jumping in.
Ok, so real life is getting in the way (as it does) and as such my FrightFest experience this year is three days out of five. I struggled through a long shit week at work, loaded up on Red Bull and Lucozade and hit the motorway for opening night. And there I was. Tired, grubby, and only just making it in time for the opening film of the festival. But I made it. Won't you join me for a couple of days of horror?
My Father, Die
"Come on. Make me proud."
Starting the show off with one hell of a bang, Sean Brosnan's feature debut film blew the roof off the Horror Channel Screen. With a little chat from star and super bad guy Gary Stretch afterwards.
After watching his father beat his older brother to death, leaving him deaf from the same attack, Asher has waited years to avenge his brother's murder. He gets his chance when his father, Ivan, is released early for good behaviour and he rolls himself back into town. Asher tracks his old man down and lays a vicious beat down to the murderous bastard, leaving him for dead.
But this monster of a man isn't even close to being done. A brutal and bloody cat and mouse game ensues as Ivan tears the little town apart looking for his son.
My Father, Die set the tone for the rest of the weekend with its visceral violence wrapped up in an excellently made story. With no flab to the film anywhere, it's as near perfect a film as you're likely to see.
Gary Stretch's Ivan is a terrifying monster of a man. Walking a fine line between scary and cheesy-funny, he walks the darker side of that divide brilliantly. I certainly don't remember him being that big in Dead Man's Shoes, but the man definitely bulked up for his role as the biker turned killer.
Joe Anderson's turn as the deaf and voluntarily mute Asher was great. He was convincing as the scared boy in a man's body, stepping up to protect his family; with a fun and surprisingly effective added touch of the film being narrated by young, pre-mute Asher.
The FrightFest listing for this film describes it as "The Southern Gothic progeny of CAPE FEAR, NIGHT OF THE HUNTER and OLDBOY" and I can't agree more. If you let Rob Zombie remake any of those films, you are going to get this nasty little flick. One of the best films I've seen in a while. The rest of the weekend has some work to do to keep up!
"Stay off your phone. They didn't."
Sadly, there was never going to be a good way to follow up Hillbilly Cape Fear back there, so the festival threw out the "Also Ran" of the night. The film that had to be shown on Thursday so it could be called the UK premiere before the cinema and VOD release the next day.
Cell is the latest adaptation from a Stephen King book. Starring John Cusack and Samuel L. Jackson (henceforth know as "The 1408 Team") it sees graphic novel writer and estranged husband/father Clay Riddell (Cusack) teaming up with grizzly Tom McCourt (Jackson) when the world is mysteriously zombified through untimely use of their phones. Instantly turned into violent psychopaths via their attachment to the iDevices, the monsters created by the strange signal are ever-evolving and ever-more dangerous as the pair struggle to survive on their way to Clay's wife and son.
Aside from a couple of relatively interesting ideas, Cell doesn't really offer anything worth watching. Team 1408 seem to enjoy their time together and it's nice not to have a shiny happy ending, but besides that, you'll probably do better with 28 Days Later. There's a lot that could have been great here – but in fairness, the book isn't one of King's best – and there's plenty of potential that's been squandered. But this is nothing new, especially when it comes to King adaptations.
Just watch Team 1408 in their previous roles together.
Like I said, there was never any chance of a film keeping up with what My Father, Die this evening. Hopefully this is the night they just needed to flash a few mainstream stars around and we can get back to the goodness of great horror afterwards.
And that's a wrap for the day.
Sadly, my time with opening night ended here. Struggling to stay awake during Cell and the prospect of a two-hour drive home meant I had to call it a night. It meant I missed the world premiere of one of my more anticipated films, Let Her Out, but that's life. From all accounts, it went down an absolute storm and blew everyone away.
There'll be no Friday wrap up for this year's festival. I have to work to pay for the tickets after all. But I will be rooted to my chair all day Saturday and Sunday where I get to see really anticipated films like Darren Lynn Bousman's Abattoir and Rob Zombie's 31.
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Failed Critics Podcast: Fright Night Triple Bill
Murdered in his sleep, chopped up into tiny pieces and stuffed down the back of Paul Field's sofa. That's what we presume is the reason behind the Underground Nights co-host taking over duties from the absent Steve Norman this week as he joins Owen Hughes and Andrew Brooker for this week's triple bill podcast.
Each of the trio picks three films that have frightened them – not necessarily the scariest films they can think of, but rather, those that have at some point in their lives scared them beyond their senses. The theme for this triple bill was chosen with FrightFest in mind, which kicks off on Thursday this week and has a mini-preview of a couple of films that the team are keeping an eye out for.
There's also room in the whopping 2 hour run-time for the Failed Critics to chat about more controversy over Sausage Party after last week's damning indictment of the way that film's producers have been treating the animators. This time, it's the Swedish age-rating system that feels the full force of the podcast. Take that, Sweden!
New releases this week includes the return of Ricky Gervais's comedy character David Brent in feature film Life on the Road hitting cinemas this past Friday. Brooker also shines a light on the latest horror-by-numbers, Lights Out.
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Fayled Crytycs Podcast: Termynator Genysys & Magyc Myke XXL
Come with us yf you want to lyve in a world where there are only 25 letters of the alphabet.
Or stay in your regular 26-letter alphabet world if you like? You can still come with us through another 90 minutes of Failed Critics Podcast film chatter. On this episode, the usual voices of Steve Norman and Owen Hughes are joined by the returning Callum Petch to review new releases Terminator Genisys and Magic Mike XXL.
Also on this episode, the team take a look over the past week's film news, including the Film4 FrightFest programme announcement and Inside Out smashing a box office record previously held by Avatar! Sticking with the James Cameron theme, Owen reviews his 1989 deep-water sci-fi The Abyss in our What We've Been Watching section; Steve reveals his thoughts on spy-comedy Kingsman: The Secret Service and why Danny Dyer would still make a good James Bond; and continuing along his path to see more cult 80's classics, Callum watches the recently restored Furious, as well as voluntarily torturing himself with the abhorrent FIFA-backed drama United Passions.
Join us again next week as we'll be chatting with Jack, Chris and Phil from the Wikishuffle podcast! And probably reviewing Ted 2..? We'll see.
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Barbara grinned as she punched the accelerator and swerved
hard around the curve. She could feel her seatbelt tug tight across her chest,
but she only pushed her foot down further.
Ahead of her, the asshole she was
in pursuit of—driving a sporty red Honda—turned so hard around the next bend in
the road that he nearly lifted up on two wheels. Officer Barbara Thompson's
police cruiser wasn't so flashy, but its engine was just as powerful, and she
relished the feel of it revving as she halved the distance between her squad
car and the perp.
is why she'd joined up.
She was tempted to whoop with joy
as she reached the next turn and started around it. Her blood sang, and her
eyes were riveted on that sporty red Honda. She lost track of it as it vanished
around the turn, but she'd see it again in moments. Then she'd force it to the
side of the road and arrest the son of a gun.
Thinks he can run lawless in MY town
? she thought.
Not Pine Ridge, baby!
She yanked her wheel hard when she
came to the turn, feeling her car shudder around her. Her siren blared and her
tires screamed. Once more she smiled, a hard, tight smile, imaging slapping
handcuffs on that—
A huge bear stood in the middle of
the road.
Right in front of her. The Honda
must have just barely missed it. There was no way Barbara could swerve around
it and continue pursuit. She had either to plow into the animal or drive into
the ditch.
"Damn you, bear!" she screamed and
slammed on the brakes, aiming for the ditch.
The police cruiser shuddered as it
slowed abruptly, then flew off the road and into the ditch. Barbara righted the
car so it didn't blast dead-on into the side of the embankment but instead at
an angle. Still, she swore as the police cruiser's flanks raked the rock and
dirt of the embankment, then slowly ground to a halt.
The air bag exploded in her face,
startling her.
Panting, she unclipped her seat
belt, shoved the door open and emerged into the cool, pine-scented mountain
air. To either side of the road stretched dense forest. The road looked
pitifully narrow and small, swallowed by the ancient woods, and for a moment
she thought how primitive a thing man's incursion into the natural world really
was. The siren's wailing distracted her, though, and she reached inside and
switched it off.
Smoke rose from the engine.
Cautiously, she climbed the side of
the embankment, putting distance between herself and the car, just in case, and
came face to face with the bear.
He stood in the road, a huge
gray-brown grizzly, a great beast that must weigh over eight hundred pounds,
and stared at her out of its gorgeous wet brown eyes. His black nostrils quivered,
as if scenting her. It was less than ten feet away.
Barb's heart almost stopped.
"Easy, bear," she said. "Easy."
Slowly, she pulled her pistol from
its sheath.
The bear lifted its lips, revealing
long, glistening fangs. In the distance she could hear the sound of the sporty
red Honda receding. Damn it all, she'd lost it, and now she was going to get
mauled to death by a damned bear, of all damned things! Damn
"I don't want to shoot you," she
said, "but honestly at the moment I'm pretty annoyed with you, so don't tempt
The bear seemed to shimmer, as if
reality itself were folding in on itself, and to pull back inside the form of a
human—a man, tall and broad of chest, with sweeping brown hair and hazel eyes,
just like the bear had had. And he was utterly naked.
Barbara's gazed moved from his
face, down his broad chest with its well-defined
and eight-pack, then down still further, to the huge shaft hanging between his muscular
legs. She swallowed, feeling her neck grow hot.
The man smiled. "Hello, officer."
"Um … Hello. You may address me as
Officer Thompson."
He grinned wider and stepped
forward. She tried not to notice as his cock swayed side to side, just
slightly, as he walked. It was long and thick, and behind it his balls bounced,
just a little, with each step.
"Well, Officer Thompson, if you're
not going to shoot me you might put that pistol away."
shoot you," she said, but then, almost reluctantly, she
shoved the pistol back in its sheath. "For making me total my car and let that
asshole get away. He's the serial burglar that's been terrorizing town lately.
No one can sleep at night for fear he's going to break into their home and take
off with their prize jewelry."
"Hey, you were the one that nearly
ran into me," he said. "I was just crossing the road." He smiled again, an
infuriatingly, well,
cocky
grin. "Why
did the bear cross the road?"
She ground her teeth.
Don't lose it, Barb.
"Because the road pissed him off."
She sighed. "Maybe I
shoot you—for telling bad jokes."
He stuck out a hand. It was huge
and muscular and calloused. "I'm Rick, by the way. Rick Barnes, bear shifter
extraordinaire, at your service."
She eyed his hand but didn't take
it. When a giant naked man approaches you in the middle of nowhere, you don't
let him take your hand. Cop Rules 101. Cop Rules 102 was
Don't stare at his dick.
She swallowed and averted her gaze,
letting it wander back to her totaled cruiser. Smoke still rose from the
engine, but not as much. It didn't look like it was going to burst into flames.
That was something, anyway.
She started back down the
embankment, almost falling on her ass on the loose stones, reached the car and
started to call in to dispatch.
Rick had come with her. She didn't
like such a big guy behind her and turned to keep him in her sights.
"I should've known," she said. "My
first real car chase and a damned
screws it up." She shook her head. "Guess that's what I get for living in Pine
"'Damned shifter'," he repeated,
scowling. "You're not one of those shifter haters, are you?"
"What? No. But I'll tell you one
thing—right now I'm not exactly their biggest fangirl, either. Now maybe if you
could help me catch that asshole—"
Rick grinned again. Damn he had the
sexiest, most annoying grin. "Why didn't you just say so?" he said. As he
spoke, he planted his hands on his hips, assuming a heroic pose, and at the
movement his manhood swayed, slowly to the right, then back to the left. Barb
felt like one of those people in a movie being hypnotized by a swaying golden
watch on a chain, only this time it was the end of his fabulous thick cock.
"Excuse me," she said, "but I
hardly think you can help me. You've already 'helped' enough for one day." She
started to reach for the radio again—it was still intact, at any rate—but Rick
cleared his throat, as if to get her attention. Despite her best instincts, she
turned to look. He was tapping the side of his nose with a finger.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she
"Means I can track him."
"What's the use in that? He's long
gone by now. But I can put an ABP out for his car. Maybe Gabel Crossing PD down
the mountain can get him."
"Not necessary," Rick said. "He
won't have gotten far. See, while I was in the forest, I came to a high point,
just a few minutes ago, and I saw that there was a wreck out on West Falls
Bridge. Traffic is jammed."
"West Falls … that's just a couple
of bends away!" Her heart beat faster. There was still hope. She had been
dreading making the call in to dispatch, admitting her utter failure, how she
had ruined both a car and a chance to catch the serial thief. Now she realized
she might not have to.
"That's right," Rick said. "We can
catch up to him. What's more, he probably didn't see you wreck the car. He'll
think you're just behind him. So when he comes to the jam-up at the bridge …"
"He'll take to the woods!"
"And I can track him with my nose."
She smiled, feeling those juices
flooding again. And maybe some different juices, too. Damn it all, she
realized, she was getting
, of all
Did Rick smell it? His grin
returned, this time looking decidedly raunchy. As if to confirm this, his
nostrils quivered, even as his eyes latched on to hers. She stared into his
hazel depths, shocked and floored. He was, like,
at her. Like, in a romantic way. She knew she wasn't a
beauty queen, and, being a lady cop, she made a point never to wear make-up or
do her hair up fancy. She was a big-boned, tough-ass policewoman, and she
didn't have time for this arrogantly handsome and damn sexy naked bear shifter
giving her the Bang-Me Eyes. Did he
think she was going to fall for that? He would just be teasing her, anyway. A
guy like him, he could have any woman he wanted.
She blinked. "Well, Mr. Barnes?
What are you just standing there for? You said you could track him—start
tracking!"
Rick led her through the woods, his mind racing. She was
just behind him, and he wondered if she liked the view. Who wouldn't? Countless
women had told him he had a spectacular rear end. He'd admired it himself in
the mirror a time or two. He was one hot, buff dude, and he often took the time
to appreciate it.
This Barbara—Officer Thompson, he
corrected himself—wasn't like all those other girls, though. There was
something different about her. She obviously liked what she saw when she looked
at him—again, who wouldn't?—but unlike those other women she was holding
herself back. What was it about this woman that could make herself so resistant
to his charms? Women in general were helpless before him, and to come across
? Come on! Most women
would've been dragging him off behind the bushes by now. Screw that burglar
guy.
That's when Rick knew: Barbara was
And he, Rick Barnes, was going to
have to figure her out. And then, of course, totally bang her. Because that's
what Rick Barnes did.
Well, at least it's what he did
now. He hadn't always been an utter man-ho, but … well, hell. Times change. You
either change with them or you get turned into a
werebear
and stuck in some mountain town condemned to live out your days as an animal.
Not that he didn't like being a bear shifter. He loved it, and he couldn't
imagine being anything else. He and his bear were tight. They were like one.
one, in some ways.
But he didn't like that the choice
had been taken from him. And so what if he took out his frustration by
boffing
every horny girl in town? It wasn't like he didn't
show them a good time and that they didn't beg for more. He didn't give
, though. He was a one-and-done man;
that was Rick Barnes. When life gives you lemons, you, well, you fuck a lot of
lemons. But never the same one twice. Because that shit just don't fly.
Barbara Thompson, though … When he
looked at her, his bear made strange noises inside him. Strange, growly noises
of … heck, of
What did
mean?
He tried to put it out of his mind
as he and Barbara pushed deeper and deeper into the forest, the stillness and
beauty of the mountain surrounding them. It calmed him as it always did. Made
him feel at peace with himself. Who he was now. It wasn't always easy. The
bear—it was a part of him, but sometimes it felt like it was about to rip him
apart. He'd certainly never met a woman that could handle it. Whenever the bear
grew enraged, and Rick turned restless and wild, the chicks would always bail.
Who needed them, anyway? He could
deal with life on his own. So what if that meant he would always be alone?
Screw it. He was Rick
Frickin
' Barnes.
He and Barbara moved downhill,
meaning to hit the switchback faster than they would have if they'd stuck to
the road—and less chance of getting hit by a car, too. There were no sidewalks
on the roads between towns. Barbara seemed tense now, constantly looking around
them or overhead, one hand on the butt of her holstered sidearm. Rick grinned
when he looked over his shoulder to see her so edgy. She was flinching at every
sound.
"Not a mountain girl, are you?" he
"I'm from Chicago."
He snorted. "This is quite a ways
from the Windy City. What brought you out here?"
"My mom. She was … well, if you
must know, she was dying and wanted to move to the mountains—she'd always
dreamt of living here. Wanted to do it before she died. Wanted her last sight
to be of the Rockies."
"And you came with her to take care
of her?"
"That was noble," he said,
genuinely impressed. "Not everyone
woulda
done that.
I bet she appreciated that." When Barbara didn't answer—maybe the memories were
still too painful—he said, "Were you a cop in Chicago?"
She seemed to be debating whether
or not she should answer, and he thought she was probably wishing the bad guy
would pop out from behind a tree so she wouldn't have to. Not a big talker,
this Barbara Thompson. She was a woman of action. He liked that.
When she seemed to realize the
burglar wasn't going to give her an excuse not to answer, she sighed and said, "I
was studying to be an attorney, actually. But it never felt right. I was drawn
to the law, but as a lawyer? The more I studied it, the less I thought I was
cut out for it. When I came here with my mom I met a guy—a cop."
"There's always a man."
him like in a romantic way, just, you know, like a
. He was my mom's age and had
actually gone to school with her; she was originally from Denver. Anyway, he
was a real stand-up sort, and I loved the way people treated him—with respect.
And that he was able to do some good for the town. So I went to cop school, got
trained and signed up. All while taking care of my mom. She passed, but she did
it after she got to see me wearing the blue. She loved it. She was so proud.
living in Pine Ridge.
She bought a little house with a view out over the mountains. I had to sell it
when she died, but we spent many hours there, on the veranda, playing Scrabble
and watching the sun go down over the peaks." Barbara smiled, but when Rick
looked back he could see that her eyes were misty. "She was very happy here."
Talking about it seemed to relax
her, make her less jumpy, so he said, "And you?"
He glanced over his shoulder to see
her eyes drawn like a magnet to his ass, and he had to grin. Seeing that she'd
been caught, her cheeks turned bright red.
Sounding a little annoyed, she
said, "I'd like it a whole lot
if there weren't so many
here. Why
there so many shifters
in Pine Ridge?"
He made himself sound as nonchalant
as he could. "Why does there have to be a secret? Maybe we just like the
scenery."
"Bullshit."
"Language! I have tender ears."
"I'm a cop. Anyway, I know there's
a reason your kind flock here, I just don't know what it is.
know, though, don't you?"
"Don't know what you're talking
about, Officer Thompson."
"Liar," she said.
He shrugged his broad shoulders. "I
can't say anything more."
"So there
a secret!"
He almost smacked himself in the
forehead. "I didn't say that."
"You said you couldn't talk about
the secret. That means there's a secret." She was sounding excited, like she
was on the trail of some grand conspiracy.
, he told himself.
She's
smarter than you, and she's a cop
. "I, uh," he started lamely, then was
saved by the bell—well, the road. He pointed through the trees down the slope
ahead. "We're almost to the bridge."
She blew air through her lips in
exasperation. "Okay, but we're not done talking about this."
if we aren't.
He picked his way down the tree-covered slope to the road,
where a line of cars sat still before the West Falls Bridge. There a few state
police cruisers and some construction vehicles were cluttered, lights flashing.
Rick saw a blackened hole in the side of the bridge.
"What happened there?" he said.
"I don't know," she said, coming to
stand beside him. "There wasn't any chatter on it from the local PD. Looks like
the State Troopers are handling it. Still, they should've let us know about the
bridge being out. I guess I missed the heads-up during the chase, or maybe
after I left the car. We'll ask them after we apprehend the—damn!"
It was her turn to point; she
indicated the last car in the line on this side of the bridge, a flashy red
Honda. Its driver door was open and there didn't seem to be anyone else in the
car.
"He's fled into the woods, just
like you said," Barbara sighed, then swore again and slapped her knee. Rick had
never heard a woman swear so much. He liked it. In fact, he realized, somewhat
to his surprise, he liked
. "I'd
hoped we could catch him on the road," she said. "Well, hell, there's nothing
for it. Let's go down to the Troopers and see what's happened to the bridge—is
that a bomb mark?—then go after our man."
"That was the plan," Rick agreed,
and started down the slope.
Barbara stopped him with a hand on
his arm. She seemed self-conscious about touching him, though, and quickly
removed it.
He raised his eyebrows. "Yeah?"
Biting one corner of her mouth to
keep from laughing, she said, "Um, you're …" Her eyes roved from his face down
his body, then back up again, although they might have lingered, just for a
second, on his dong. Feeling her appraise his body made the hairs lift on his
arms and blood begin to rush to his cock. Weird. Normally she wouldn't have
been his type. He liked wild women, loose women, not law-and-order types.
"Maybe I should just go down as a
bear," he suggested.
She looked amused. "There are a few
people around these parts that have seen your kind before in animal form, but
not many. It's more likely those State Troopers would start firing on you. And
me if I'm next to you. No, I have a better plan."
She wriggled out of her
policewoman's jacket, and he liked the way her shirt bunched up around her
breasts as she did. She certainly was a curvy one, this feisty little human
sheriff. His bear growled inside him, not in rage this time but something else.
Again he felt that strange sense of longing.
She handed him the jacket. "Tie the
arms around your waist and drape it over your … crotch. That should at least
keep you from being arrested."
He obeyed, letting the jacket hang
over his
. He liked the way the fabric rubbed up
against him and wondered if Barbara liked the idea of his manhood getting all
over her jacket. He bet she did. He
Rick Barnes, after all.
"Don't wash this afterward," he
said, "or I'll take it off right now."
She blinked. "You … what?"
"I like the thought of you wearing
this afterward with my smell on you."
Her face grew even redder this
time. In a strangled squawk of a voice, she said, "Let's … road!"
As if in a big hurry now, she all
but scampered down the slope toward the road. With a sigh, Rick followed. What
had he said?
When they reached the road, they
threaded their way through the stopped cars toward the bridge. Rick noticed
that several drivers were staring at him, and one young woman rolled down her
window and snapped a picture of him with her smart phone. He grinned, puffing
out his chest and walking with an exaggerated swagger. He knew his ass was
still visible, and he made sure to flex it just right so that anyone with a
camera could get a good shot. He wanted his best assets on display, as it were.
They reached the State Troopers,
one of whom was shouting into his phone. Barbara approached him and said, "I'm
Officer Barbara Thompson, Pine Ridge PD. Can you tell me what's going on?"
"Same thing we told your dispatch
ten minutes ago," said the State Trooper. He was a stocky guy with a balding
head but ridiculously bushy eyebrows. Rick thought he should shave his eyebrows
and use them as a wig. "Looks like this bridge has been hit with a home-made
bomb." He hitched his thumb at Rick. "Who's this?"
"He's helping me with a case,"
Barbara said. "Never mind. And—"
"Where's your cruiser?"
Grinding her teeth, she said,
. Anyway, who did this—the
bombing, I mean?"
The Trooper frowned at Rick, then
Barbara, and at last shook his head wearily. "We don't know for sure, but it
had to be Black Valley."
"You sure?" said Rick.
It was Barbara's turn to frown.
"You mean the Black Valley shifters—that radical group of bear shifters that
doesn't think shifters should have come out of the den?"
"That's right," said the Trooper.
"We've been told to look out for them. This isn't the first target they've
"They dynamited a road up near
White Springs just last week."
That was on the other side of Black
Valley, Rick knew. "Bastards," he said, smacking a fist into his palm. "Someday
my crew will show them who's the boss of these hills."
The Trooper's bushy eyebrows shot
up. "You're a shifter?"
"I have some questions for—"
"No time," Barbara said. "We're on
the trail of a perp." She hiked her thumb over his shoulder, indicating the red
Honda. "He's abandoned his car. Did you see where he went?"
"We've had more pressing problems.
It's going to take hours for this bridge to get fixed. Lucky the Black Valley
bears don't make very explosive bombs or they would have taken out the whole
thing. As it is, they just knocked out part of the wall and a bit of asphalt.
Repairing it won't take long, but checking the structural integrity is going to
be—" he grinned "—a bear."
Rick didn't laugh. Barbara, to his
annoyance, smiled a little, though.
"I think it's time to be going,"
Rick said. "That
jerkwad
from the Honda is getting
The smile left Barbara's face. "Not
if I can help it."
"I wish I had some men to loan
you," said the State Trooper, "but we've got our hands full keeping order here.
I wouldn't advise you going into the forest after the perp alone, though. Wait
for backup."
Rick stuck out his chest again.
"She won't be alone. Or is that too much for you to
No one laughed except for Rick, but
he laughed enough for all three of them. Taking Barbara by the shoulders, he
steered her to the forest, and with a final tip of her hat to the State Trooper
she went along willingly.
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You don't have to kill them, just avoid them.
If somehow you really really want to kill them then jericho/howlers are good options but you will take some damage.
Unfortunately that strategy doesnt work so well anymore in most cases.
Acolytes, Liberators, Hailstorms, Howlers, Jackal + Tempests, etc.
For Jackal + Tempests strategy, make sure the Jackal is the first Unit that harms the Omega Titan, or else the Omega Titan will attack your Tempests.


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NABJ Announces Inaugural Entrepreneur Academy Class for Content Creators - National Association of Black Journalists-Chicago Chapter
NABJ Announces Inaugural Entrepreneur Academy Class for Content Creators
In NABJ National News, News
The National Association of Black Journalists (NABJ) has selected its inaugural class of the NABJ Entrepreneur Academy powered by CafeMedia. The academy is an arm of the organization's newly established NABJ Entrepreneur Network, which specializes in helping members with existing digital media companies and websites to grow their businesses.
According to NABJ President Dorothy Tucker, the network was created to offer new, veteran and future entrepreneurs and creators business development and digital strategy support.
"We created the network to provide support for our members who are established, budding or aspiring entrepreneurs and to answer the call to develop and strengthen more Black-owned digital media and content providers," Tucker said. "NABJ recognizes that not all of our members will pursue traditional jobs, and we want to encourage members to start their own businesses. We are proud to welcome our inaugural class and look forward to what the future holds."
According to NABJ Entrepreneur Network Co-Chairs Brett Chambers and Renita Young, the academy seeks to unlock the earning potential of content creators whether entrepreneurs, dualpreneurs or solopreneurs.
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The academy will welcome 10 members from around the country that are full-time or freelance journalists and communicators during its kick off event on September 30 at 6 p.m. ET.
"At CafeMedia, our purpose is to help outstanding creators and independent publishers grow thriving businesses and brands on the open web. We are honored to work with NABJ to help this talented class of creators benefit from more robust support, and enable them to take their owned and operated digital businesses to the next level," said Michael Sanchez, Chief Executive Officer of CafeMedia.
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