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Q: Can I lock iCloud System Preference pane? Here is the scenario. Say I have a Mac that I have to leave in a semi publicly accessible location and which I need to be awake at all times (i.e. it has to be accessible and not asleep/locked). I want to have this Mac logged in to my iCloud account, but only for the point of Find my Mac. So if it walks away, I can at least wipe/lock it, if not actually track it down.
But alas, while I want this one iCloud feature, I don't want any others. I can leave them unchecked of course. But I want to prevent someone who might steal this computer, from being able to access my contacts, calendars and photo stream just by checkin a few checkboxes. But unfortunately there is no padlock on the bottom of the iCloud System Preferences pane.
Is there any solution to this?

A: A simple solution for this problem is to have a separate user account on your Mac. You log into iCloud with your Apple ID in that user account which you'll also be using for setting up and accessing Find My iPhone/Find My Mac.
Note: You need not be logged into the user account for Find My Mac to track your Mac.
Once setup, you can simply enable only Find My Mac for that account (or enable/disable whatever iCloud features you want).

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Milk and Honey Parody: Grab Her By the Pusheen and Other Poetries By John Trumpet
Poetry that will make you ROFL. It's a response to the bestseller "Milk Honey" poetry book. After completing the book, you will surely get enlightened. It may even change your political... More > inclination. Gift this to your republican and democrats friends, they will stop fighting among each other and work together to make America great again.< Less
Trump's Tricks: The Artful Use of Intimidation and Lies By Anthony Gribin
When Donald Trump threw his hat in the ring for the Republican nomination in June, 2015, no one gave him a snowball's chance. As time passed, however, rival after rival dropped out of the race,... More > until he was alone at the top at the beginning of May, 2016. How did an accomplished businessman, but a newcomer to politics, win a real-life version of "The Apprentice?" "Trump's Tricks" offers a psychologist's view of the tactics that were used to first attract attention in a crowded field, and then to defend against and counterattack all rivals and naysayers. The author describes the maneuvers that Donald Trump used to change politics and, perhaps, our society forever.< Less
Why America Will Take the Trump Train By Jean-Michel René SOUCHE
"Why America Will Take the Trump Train", a political Essay about the 2016 American Presidential Race.
Planet Stupid: How Earth Got Dumber and Dumber By Ranty McRanterson
America is approaching MEANING ZERO. Jean Baudrillard wrote, "We live in a world where there is more and more information, and less and less meaning." When meaning vanishes, emotion fills... More > the vacuum. Emotion is the only thing that means anything to most people these days. They slavishly worship their own feelings and experiences, and trash any notion of objective Truth. They proclaim their own truth. Everyone these days believes whatever they want to believe, regardless of any facts to the contrary. This is the post-facts world, the post-truth world. The only good news is fake news telling you exactly what you want to hear. All fake news with which you agree is true; all fake news with which you disagree is disgusting fake news! That's the way this game is played. Believe whatever serves your agenda, and dismiss anything that doesn't. This is Planet Stupid, and it's getting stupider with every passing second. Everything that could make it more intelligent is rejected and loathed. If that's not dumb, what is?< Less
The Insanity Wars: Why People Are Crazier Than Ever By Joe Dixon
We are locked in the Insanity Wars. The world is not plagued by undead zombies, but by very much alive lunatics. They don't lurch around aimlessly. They busily make fake news, they laugh at experts,... More > they ignore anyone with qualifications, they produce alternative facts and parallel realities. Madness is their trade, and they're very good at it. Derangement is now the most profitable business in the world. If you're not demented, you're not trying hard enough. You need to get out more. Modern culture is an Insanity Generator. Social media is relentlessly magnifying hysteria, faith, mysticism and irrationalism. No one could claim that today's world is straining every sinew to promote reason, logic, critical thinking, understanding and knowledge. It's zealously doing the exact opposite. Knowledge is out, experts are out, logic is out. They're not profitable. They don't sell. There's no audience for them.< Less
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Pelosi - Sun in Cetus. Clintons. Uranium One. Hillary. NYSE. Soros. USA 2018-2025: world trends.
Black Magick Woman By Klaudio Zic
A rare taurine descendant as associated with cornucopiae, but Hillary's ascendant is Serpens Caput: real sky predictions for the years ahead #2025shift
The Big Picture and Other Political Poems and Parodies By Lincoln Astor
Has anyone ever asked you to look at the big picture? This book consists of 45 poems and 56 parodies of well-known songs- all with a political theme from my point of view. (I counted 5 limericks that... More > I wrote as a poem.) Included among the well-known songs are all the academy award winners from 1934-1973. Forty-one of these pieces have appeared in other books that I have written. Begin with the big picture, progress to the bigger picture in the middle, and then end with the biggest picture.< Less
The Liberty Wars: The Trump Time Bomb By Joe Dixon
Trump is in the White House. Forget the Culture Wars, the Liberty Wars are about to erupt on the grand, apocalyptic scale. Do you know the difference between positive and negative liberty? You had... More > better find out fast. They define the world we live in, and the immense conflicts to come. Politics has failed. The advent of Donald Trump - a Plutocrat with zero political experience - as the President of the USA shows that democracy is now coming to its end. If the President can be a non-politician, a demagogue of the old school, why do we need any politicians at all? What have the politicians ever done for us? The Reckoning is here. As John F. Kennedy said, "The hottest places in Hell are reserved for those who in time of moral crisis preserve their neutrality."< Less
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Riding the Wind : A Test Pilot's Story
The book is essentially an autobiographical narrative of the author`s experiences as a Fighter pilot and a Test pilot, spanning over his entire flying career of 50 long years, containing unique experiences of historical value. The book perforce contains technical aspects of various types of aircraft flown and tested by him; Trainers, Fighters, Bombers, Transport aircraft, Helicopters, Sailplanes, and Hang Gliders. An effort has been made to present the same in as simple a manner as possible so that even a lay reader can get a fair idea of what Fighter flying and Test flying entails. There are numerous accounts of life-threatening emergencies faced by the author as well as some uncommon dare-devilry indulged in. There is also a spattering of events other than flying, which would give the reader a flavor of the type of life and times the author has been through during his flying years.
Author Name: P Ashoka
9789388161640 • HARDBACK • Jul 2019 • Rs.850
9789388161657 • EBOOK • Aug 2019 • Rs.550
Wg Cdr P Ashoka was born in Indore, MP in 1934. He joined National Defence Academy, Dehradun, in 1950 and after 2 years there, joined Air force Academy in Begumpet, Secunderabad in 1952 for Flying training. He was commissioned as Pilot Officer in Jan 1954, and posted to a Fighter Squadron. From 1954 to 1962, he served in various Fighter Squadrons of the IAF. ln early 1963, he was selected for a Test Pilot's course in the prestigious Empire Test Pilots' School at Farnborough, UK, where he graduated with flying colours, winning two trophies at the graduation ceremony. On return to India in 1964, he was posted at Air force Station, Kanpur as a test pilot, where he stayed for four years. From 1968 to 1992, he worked with Hindustan Aeronautics as a test pilot, initially on deputation, and later got absorbed as a full time test pilot. He was the Chief Test Pilot at HAL Kanpur from 1968 to 1975, then at HAL, Nasik from 1975 to 1983, and finally at HAL, Bangalore from 1983 to 1992. At HAL, Bangalore he also held the post of Executive Director, Flight Operations, at HAL Corporate Office from 1987 to 1992, in addition to being the Chief Test Pilot there. On retirement from HAL in October 1992, he was invited to join National Aerospace Laboratories at Bangalore as Scientist Emeritus and Test Pilot, till he ended his flying career in October 2002 at the age of 68 years.
His passion, daring and drive during his 4 decades in the challenging field of test flying, earned him many commendations and awards, and bestowed upon him the status of a legend. Now, at 84 years of age, Wg Cdr Ashoka leads a retired life with his wife, Meera, at Bangalore. Their daughter Vrinda and son Dileep are both married and settled, and are in regular touch.
Types of Aircraft Flown by the Author
1. Call of the Armed Forces
2. Learning to Fly
3. The First Jet Fighter of the IAF
4. The First Transonic Jet Fighter of the IAF
5. The Smallest Transonic Jet Fighter
6. Test Pilot Training
7. Early Years as a Test Pilot
8. Aircraft and Armament Testing Unit
9. Test Flying Transport Aircraft and Gliders
10. Supersonics
11. Hindustan Aeronautics Ltd Bangalore Part I
12. Hindustan Aeronautics Ltd Bangalore Part II
13. Test Flying Light Aircraft
My Brother Wg. Cdr. P. Gautam, MVC and bar, VM


On May 1, 2014 the Florida legislature voted in favor of SB 320: Commercial and Recreational Water Activities, commonly known as the White-Miskell Act. After years of legislative review and supportive action, the work of Florida Senator Maria Sachs and thousands of Floridians has paid off in bringing this bill to the Governor's desk.
Now, the final step is to have Governor Rick Scott sign the bill into law. Florida's legislative process states that the Governor must sign or veto the bill within 15 days of transmittal or it will automatically become law without his or her signature. We have three days until the deadline and the urgency to show our support is critical.
We are grateful that Senator Maria Sachs has worked tirelessly for the past seven months to bring this bill to its final approval before the Florida House and Senate. Now it is our turn to let Governor Scott know that Florida residents are in support of the much-needed regulatory laws that it will put in place for the parasailing industry.
Debi Chalik has already begun her personal outreach campaign to Governor Scott by writing to him personally and submitting a Letter to the Editor printed in the Sun-Sentinel on May 6.
As a Florida resident, you have the power to contact your Governor to show your personal support of the White-Miskell Act. We encourage you to call, e-mail, or write to Governor Scott's office and ask him to support safety on Florida's beaches by signing this important bill.
You may also use the online form to send electronic correspondence to Governor Scott's office.
Writing a letter to a governor can be a daunting task. We want to raise as much support for the White-Miskell Act as possible and to help get more letters to the governor, we have provided a general letter that you may download and personalize before mailing to Governor Scott's office.
Chalik & Chalik joined the fight for better parasailing regulations after the August 18, 2007 parasailing accident on Pompano Beach that claimed the life of 15-year old Amber May White, for whom the bill was named. With your support, and the governor's approval, new regulations will be put in place to improve the safety and enjoyment of parasailing excursions.
all operators must constantly watch for changes in weather that might pose a threat to parasailers or their watercrafts.
This legislation was designed with the safety and wellbeing of parasailers in mind. With these regulations in place, parasailing companies must make sure their equipment is up to operational standards and in good condition, and that excursions are cut short or canceled for poor weather conditions.
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Star Wars: The High Republic – Light of the Jedi – A canonical launch
I have very little patience for gatekeeping in fandom, because people can like what they like, but for myself, I was a bit upset that Disney didn't at least allow the Expanded Universe of Star Wars novels to get a final wrap up on some of the most important stories. Yeah, I went ahead and read fanfic that wrapped up the stories of Luke, Jacen, Jaina, et al. in a satisfactory way, but I still wanted more official novels that I didn't have to go through a redo in my headcanon to figure out. Along comes The High Republic, and I was excited to dive in. I read Light of the Jedi the moment my library got it in, but then forgot to review it. With the second batch of High Republic stuff coming, I revisited the novel.
Light of the Jedi does a great job introducing a "new"-ish time period to Star Wars readers. A large number of new characters are thrown at the reader pretty quickly, so while we don't get to spend enough time with any of them to get to know them better, we also get a feel that this world is pretty big. One of the most valid complaints with Star Wars in general, in my opinion, is that the universe is so big but feels small because a group of about 10 characters is responsible for basically everything in-universe of any import. With the large number of characters introduced in Light of the Jedi, I'm hoping this won't be as much of an issue for this series.
SPOILER-ish stuff after this
The central thrust of the plot is a looming disaster of some kind of asteroid-things coming in and shattering a bunch of inhabited planets. But, plot twist, those "asteroids" are actually broken up pieces of an inhabited ship itself so the Jedi and others involved in trying to stop them from smashing all these planets can't just blast them out of the sky! It's got all the tension and big impact that some of the best space opera has, but also some of the campy silliness that is part of Star Wars. I was a fan of the main plot, even though I had to enormously suspend my disbelief at points. For example, the speed at which this debris is coming in seems to vary as necessary at the speed of plot. At one point, it's said to be traveling at or near hyperspace speeds or lightspeed, but then it somehow takes minutes or hours to cross the space between a few objects. Light from the sun takes about five and a half hours to get to Pluto, so some of this timing is just… off.
The stakes felt pretty high in the book, though, because literally any character could die or be put in mortal peril. As a reader, I had no idea who might make it out or why. That's because we don't have the notion that any of these characters have to be immortal for the plot to continue. It certainly feels like a new page in the era of Star Wars novels, and I'm excited to see where it goes.
Light of the Jedi is a solid introduction to The High Republic. I'll be reading more of these novels as they come out, and I'm hopeful we'll get that Star Wars-y feel with a bigger universe than ever. Let me know what you thought of the book in the comments!
Star Wars Hub– Read all my posts about Star Wars here.
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Do you recognize the warning indicators of a weakening battery? Do you understand the distinction in between all-season tires and also efficiency tires, or which one is appropriate for your lorry?
The Internet could supply a riches of details for the auto upkeep newbie that is seeking pointers on how you can winterize an automobile or make a particular acquisition. On-line sources, such as motorist.org and also some maker Web websites, could offer standard info on just how systems such as brakes, shock absorbers and also batteries job, why they're vital, and also just what automobile proprietors must recognize when preparing their automobiles for wintertime problems.
If your cars and truck cranks gradually when you attempt to begin it, has difficulty beginning in chilly weather condition, or if your fronts lights lower when the auto is idling, have that battery inspected. As well as if you're getting tires, all period radials are developed to take care of damp as well as completely dry surface areas in addition to some snow, while efficiency tires give even more grasp as well as a sportier feeling.
A brand-new Web website, sears.com/auto, allows motorists contrast functions and also rates of batteries as well as tires, collect info concerning automobile upkeep, and also locate response to generally asked inquiries and also meanings for valuable terms connected to lorry upkeep.
On the website, auto proprietors could go into the year, make and also design of their cars and truck to obtain a checklist of batteries and also tires made to fit their car. Products could be arranged by item, brand name or rate name, and also vehicle proprietors could contrast as numerous as 4 comparable products side-by-side. By entering their ZIP code, vehicle proprietors could after that discover the closest Sears Auto Center, where they could go over concerns as well as alternatives with the professionals on team.
The "Automotive Advisor" area of the website provides info on acquiring, upkeep, security as well as even more– suitable as proprietors prepare their automobiles for winter months driving. Typical inquiries, varying from exactly how when to inspect tire stress to why "chilly cranking amps" in your vehicle battery are very important, are addressed in this area of the website.
The website likewise gives details on solutions Sears Auto Centers deal, such as positionings, brake solution and also wheel harmonizing, in addition to a checklist of exactly what is consisted of with each solution. All info from the website could be published for fast recommendation. Due to the fact that the items provided on the website needs to be set up on a car, they are not readily available for on-line acquisition, yet could be gotten at Sears Auto Centers across the country.
"On the Internet, automobile proprietors could look into the benefits of numerous items, contrast rates and also deciding in the convenience of their very own house," claims White.
Sears likewise provides a variety of goods as well as solutions via its Web website, www.sears.com.
On the website, vehicle proprietors could go into the year, make and also version of their auto to get a checklist of batteries as well as tires made to fit their car. Things could be arranged by cost, item or brand name name, and also vehicle proprietors could contrast as numerous as 4 comparable products side by side. By entering their ZIP code, automobile proprietors could after that locate the nearby Sears Auto Center, where they could go over concerns and also alternatives with the specialists on personnel.
" With the info they collect online, cars and truck proprietors acquire a much better understanding of just what they require as well as why, prior to they also start contrast buying," claims Bill White, head of state of Sears Automotive.


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Q: What is the difference between JS games and HTML5 canvas games? I want to learn internet games design. When I looked for that on the internet I was confused between "JS" and "HTML5" games.
Are they the same? and if they are not what is the difference between them?

A: They are nearly the same,
Canvas is an HTML element that you can use, which requires JS to run.
Other options would be using SVG or HTML DOM for the view elements.
So Canvas is not the same as JS games but a tool which you can use in your JS games ;).

A: The terms JS games and HTML5 games overlap.
All HTML5 games are also JS games. You can't make much of a game without JavaScript.
Some JS games are HTML5 games. That would generally mean that they use some new features that were not available before HTML5. Some games are also put in the category JS games even if they use HTML5 features.


With members of the Montebello city's council Montebello, 22 November 2010.
Stepanakert, Chairman of the NKR National Assembly Ashot Ghulyan opens special meeting of the Parliament dedicated to the Inauguration Ceremony of President elect Bako Sahakyan.
Head of the NKR Central Electoral Commission hands over to the President elect Bako Sahakyan the certificate of the Central Electoral Commission, Stepanakert, September 5, 2007.


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"""Tests for classification of NormalizedStrings."""

__author__ = 'Sean Lip'

from extensions.rules import normalized_string
import test_utils

class NormalizedStringRuleUnitTests(test_utils.GenericTestBase):
    """Tests for rules operating on NormalizedString objects."""

    def test_equals_rule(self):
        rule = normalized_string.Equals('hello')

        self.assertTrue(rule.eval('hello'))
        self.assertTrue(rule.eval('Hello'))
        self.assertFalse(rule.eval('goodbye'))

    def test_case_sensitive_equals_rule(self):
        rule = normalized_string.CaseSensitiveEquals('hello')

        self.assertTrue(rule.eval('hello'))
        self.assertFalse(rule.eval('Hello'))
        self.assertFalse(rule.eval('goodbye'))

    def test_starts_with_rule(self):
        self.assertTrue(normalized_string.StartsWith('he').eval('hello'))
        self.assertTrue(normalized_string.StartsWith('HE').eval('hello'))
        self.assertFalse(normalized_string.StartsWith('hello').eval('he'))

    def test_contains_rule(self):
        self.assertTrue(normalized_string.Contains('he').eval('hello'))
        self.assertTrue(normalized_string.Contains('HE').eval('hello'))
        self.assertTrue(normalized_string.Contains('ll').eval('hello'))
        self.assertFalse(normalized_string.Contains('ol').eval('hello'))

    def test_fuzzy_equals_rule(self):
        self.assertTrue(normalized_string.FuzzyEquals('hello').eval('hell'))
        self.assertTrue(normalized_string.FuzzyEquals('hell').eval('hello'))
        self.assertTrue(normalized_string.FuzzyEquals('hellp').eval('hello'))
        self.assertTrue(normalized_string.FuzzyEquals('hello').eval('hellp'))

        self.assertFalse(normalized_string.FuzzyEquals('hello').eval('hello'))
        self.assertFalse(normalized_string.FuzzyEquals('HEllp').eval('hellp'))
        self.assertFalse(normalized_string.FuzzyEquals('pleh').eval('help'))


Earlier this month, 600 tremendously motivated youth leaders travelled from across the country to attend the national convention of City Year held on MIT campus. The enthusiasm and energy of City Year participants can serve as an example for the MITcommunity.
The good will of the group spread to all who saw them in action and their deafening cheers seemed to define the group's spirit. Indeed, every activity they undertook was done with their unique sense of enthusiasm, optimism, and commitment.
The best example of their spirit came at 8 a.m., while the rest of campus was just stumbling off to work, when the City Year participants began their day by assembling on the athletic field for a hearty round of calisthenics and a lively rendition of the Mariachi dance. These daily exercises are common to all core groups of City Year, and brings them together to start the day of service with some inspirational words.
City Year participants are united, as keynote speaker Sen. Bill Bradley, D-N.J., noted, over a common "yearning for something that is deeper than the material."
City Year participants address this desire for service both by working for their community and by working to better themselves in the process.
And City Year harnesses this power to work with peers from diverse backgrounds, to bring the community together over service. City Year is also structured to instill a sense of civic reciprocity -- giving to the community in order to get something in return.
While Washington debates how to reduce government bureaucracy and increase citizen participation, here in Cambridge, City Year modeled community activism and youth leadership. The convention received bipartisan political support, on both a local and national level, as a model of national service.
Leaders recognize that the power of the individual citizen, when working within our own community, will also write the future of our country.
Within one day, the corps completed the building of two full playgrounds, removed hazardous waste, and ran a carnival for children -- leaving behind several very tangible marks of their idealism put to work in our community. An MIT student's typical accomplishment of finishing a lab or computer program seems to pale in comparison to the work of City Year volunteers.
Our campus was, for a week, reminded of what those unified for a common purpose can accomplish. We saw a model of empowered youth and civic activism in action.
However, City Year was not received by the campus of activists they had expected. After finishing lunch they were surprised to hear from MITofficials that the janitors would not pick up their bottles to be recycled.
I happened to be interviewing the City Year organizers when they first heard about this problem. I was asked why MIT students, who as the future leaders in technology must realize the great importance of conserving our environment's resources, don't implement a more successful recycling system. I was embarrassed to answer them.
Did we let the recycling system dwindle because we don't consider conservation a priority?Or are we so wrapped up with classes and research and isolated from the rest of society that we are content with not improving our school?
Whatever the real reason MITdid not follow through with the recycling effort, City Year's visit made our deficiencies apparent. Where we had accepted a mediocre recycling system, City Year members would not give up. The City Year organizers gave little notice to a discouraging host community, quickly made several phone calls to local facilities, and drove the used bottles to be recycled.
Perhaps our community doesn't value recycling, but we clearly do share many common goals, such as the pursuit of science and technology. But even over these common goals we rarely unite as a community.
Like City Year, MIT thrives on the hard work ethic of its members. If we can harness the energy of the almost 10,000 students deeply committed to supporting science, we too can leave our mark on the American community.
We can ensure that our research is recognized as an asset to society and that national funding is maintained. We can also make sure that everyone in America has the opportunity and skills to access the technologies we produce.
Through the vision of a united community, the MIT campus can follow City Year's example and transform our campus into a place not just hosting, but producing the civic leaders who write history.


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Barncroft Close in Weavering, Maidstone consists mainly of detached houses and terraced houses. Properties on Barncroft Close typically have values around £250,000 - £300,000, but larger detached houses can command upwards of £300,000.
Map showing Barncroft Close in Maidstone.


Our vehicle auctions in Belfast can provide an easy and convenient way to find a great car at a great price. There are such a huge variety of cars on offer at our vehicle auctions that you benefit from a huge choice under one roof - so you're not limited to a particular make, as you may be with a dealership, and you get to view a wide range of cars all at the same time.
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->Display a button on the bottom app bar that allows the user to insert a picture. This button must be bound to the Insert command in the view model.
documents. This button must be bound to the Open command in the view model.
The SettingsPane class is a static class that enables the app to control the Settings Charm pane. The app can add or remove commands, receive a notification when the user opens the pane, or open the pane programmatically.
The show method displays the Settings Charm pane to the user.
The GetForCurrentView method gets a SettingsPane object that is associated with the current app view (that is, with CoreWindow).
You are developing a Windows Store app that includes three objects. A data template named SceneTemplate provides the correct view for all of the objects.
You create XAML markup to customize the control. The code contains all of the necessary visual components for the control, including elements named checkedGlyph and indeterminateGlyph.
->If a value for the check box was NOT set, the check box must display indeterminateGlyph.
->When the check box is selected, the check box must display checkedGlyph.
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You are creating a Windows Store app that contains a StackPanel named myltemPanel.
You need to ensure that myltemPanel displays contents horizontally when the device is in landscape mode and vertically when the device is in portrait mode.
You are developing a Windows Store app named VideoPlayer.
The app will provide user with the ability to select video files by using the file picker and to play the video.
->If the app is terminated while playing a video, the next time the app starts, the video must play.
->The app must minimize the amount of storage space used.
->The app must NOT request any capabilities.
Add the file to AccessCache.StorageApplicationPermissions.MostRecentlyUsedList.
Store the StorageFile.Path property in ApplicationData.Current.LocalSettings.
Store the video in ApplicationData.Current.RoamingFolder.
Store the video in ApplicationData.Current.LocalFolder.
You are developing a Windows Store app that uses the Windows Push Notification Service (WNS) to provide real-time updates to users. The app uses an HTTP request to authenticate a cloud service to interact with WNS.
The Package Security Identifier (SID) prefix is app://. Parameter values must be URL encoded.
You need to ensure that the authentication request provides the required parameters.


The City of Edinburgh Council are looking to hire a cleaner based at Sighthill Primary school.
The post is part-time, working 12.50 hours per week, ad fixed term until 31 December 2018 and with a salary of £8.51 per hour.
The City of Edinburgh Council applies a Living Wage allowance to ensure that all employees earn at least £8.51 per hour. Successful applicants will be paid the agreed rate for the post, plus the allowance, in order to bring their earnings to £8.51 per hour.
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In what would seem to be a "no-brainer", the Seattle Seahawks officially announced that they extended the contract of head coach Pete Carroll through the 2025 NFL season.
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Carroll had two previous stints, much less successful, in the NFL with the New York Jets and the New England Patriots. He is one of just three men to ever win a national championship in college football (Southern Cal) and a Super Bowl trophy.
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Characters, Sofia the First characters, Disney Junior characters,
TV Animation characters
Gabe Eggerling
Boastful, arrogant, reckless, jealous (formerly)
Smart, compassionate, team player
Short brown wavy hair, dark skinned with olive almost black tail
Merroway Cove
Princess Sofia, Oona, Sven, Slim, Shelly, Flip, Mantacorn
Being center of attention, juggling sea urchins
People getting more attention than him (formerly)
Speed, swimming
Becomes friends with Sofia and joins the mermaid band
Fluke is a character who first appears in the Sofia the First episode "Cool Hand Fluke", voiced by Gabe Eggerling. He is a merboy who lives in the underwater Kingdom of Merroway Cove and becomes friends with Sofia.
Role in the Series
Fluke first appears with Princess Oona, Sven, Slim, Shelly, and Flip during a game of Capture the Conch, which he wins. He is juggling sea urchins when a ship Oona identifies as the Floating Palace appears at the surface, to Oona's delight. Oona tells him that the Floating Palace belongs to Princess Sofia, her human friend, and her family, the Royal Family of Enchancia, and swims off with Sven.
Oona and Sven later come back with Sofia, causing everyone to bombard her with questions. Fluke instantly becomes jealous of Sofia because of all the attention she's getting because of her magical abilities and the time she rescued Oona from a sea monster. When the Mer-Tones proposes to sing one of their songs as a thank you gift for throwing a party for everyone in Merroway Cove, he rudely dismisses it as a poor gift and tries to get a pearl out of a giant clam to upstage Sofia but gets himself stuck in the clam prompting Slim to swim off and get help.
Slim comes back with the other merkids and Sofia, who gets him out of the clam which he refuses to be grateful for and is uncaring that Flip's mantacorn horn was broken in the process. Still wanting to upstage Sofia, Fluke decides to get another horn from the mantacorn's cave, despite everyone telling him it's too dangerous. Sofia and Oona follow hm to the cave and try to get him to leave with them but the arrogant and jealous merboy refuses to listen in a way that wakes up the mantacorn, who chases and traps them. Fluke offers to show them out of the cave but a good and fed up Oona, who has had enough of Fluke's recent behavior and attitude, refuses stating "I'm not following you anywhere." Fluke retorts "I guess you'd rather follow the Princess. Go on Sofia. Lead the way. Be everyone's hero. Just like before." When Sofia asks that's why he tried to take the horn Fluke admits that he was jealous of Sofia for all the attention she was getting because of her heroics during her last visit. Oona tells Sofia "Lead the way, Sofia." in a way that tells Fluke she's very angry at him for his recklessness and disappointed that it was for such a petty reason. To make up for his behavior, Fluke gets one of the mantacorn's old horns and traps him in the seaweed patch. Afterward, they learn the mantacorn love music. He's later seen at the party Sofia's family threw for the colony.
Fluke's middle name is Clarence.
Fluke's the second merman to act antagonistic toward Sofia. The first was Plank.
Fluke is the third character to be jealous of Sofia, the first being her older sister, Amber, and the second being Jane.
Fluke is the first jealous character to be a male.
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Sofia the First characters
Disney Junior characters


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A talk by Earl Nightingale.


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On August 9, 2020 August 9, 2020 By Alex RaizmanIn Uncategorized
Hey everyone! I have a brand new book available 08/10! Called The Wastes of Keldora, it is the first book in Factory of the Gods. Go ahead and read the prologue and part one below to check it out! Or you can just pick it up here!
After one too many failed inventions, Julian has hit rock bottom.
Summoned to another world where gods and monsters roam, Julian continues his streak of bad luck. Rather than touching the Godcore directly, he let his smartphone absorb it. Now, he's got to figure out how to make the Godcore and his phone work together to help the people who summoned him survive their upcoming annihilation by the mad God of Chains.
He's going to have to innovate his way out of his bad luck. Good thing Julian has a plan – he's going to build a factory in a medieval world.
Read on for the Prologue and Chapter 1
A pillar of flame rose from the ground and streaked towards the heavens. Kurli flinched from the sudden heat and stumbled in her mad dash. Behind her, a guttural voice bellowed with the thrill of the hunt.
An arrow whined as it zipped past one of her long ears, severing a few strands of her metallic silver hair. It stuck into the ground ahead, at the base of the mountain that rose sharply in front of her. The cut on her arm, red blood contrasting with dark grey skin, pulsed in time with her pounding heart, and her ankle shot a lance of pain with every step.
All in all, not one of Kurli's best days.
She juked to the right moments before another arrow flew through the space she'd just vacated. It gave her a chance to see her attackers. Five Urkin, each taller than her and broad of shoulders, their thick muscles cording under light green skin. Their horns curled back over their heads, and one of them had an arrow sticking into the horn from where Kurli had almost hit the skull.
Time to see if she could hit the mark this time.
Kurli flipped open the pouch for her inventory belt where she kept her bow, pulling it out in a fluid motion. With her other hand, she opened a different pouch. She took a half second to leap to the side, letting another arrow whizz barely past her, and checked the interior of the flap.
Arrows: 12/64
Not much left to work with. She had to make this shot count.
The other Urkin were readying their bows. Urkin bows were twice as thick and strong as her own, and nearly as long as their holders were tall. If an arrow hit her straight on, it would drive through bone and come out the other side. Her own arrows didn't have that kind of power.
But no one could aim like an Aelif.
Kurli steadied her hand and clicked her tongue. The sound it made wouldn't register for the Urkin. Her antenna twitched, tasting the minute fluctuations in the air and waiting for the echo to reach her ears. All senses now attuned to her target, she let loose an arrow. It was true on its mark, streaking towards an Urkin skull. He jerked his head at the last second. He bleated in pain as it caught in his horn instead of his skull, and a jerk of his hand sent his arrow flying wildly. Kurli clicked her tongue again and dropped her aim towards his chest, where nothing would obstruct her shot if he moved.
A shield of shifting chains interposed itself between her and her target. The arrow stuck into the barrier and was snapped in half.
Kurli swore and crouched down. A sixth Urkin crested over the hill behind his fellows. He was slimmer than the others, and wore armor – a mesh of chains that covered him from neck to foot and writhed like snakes, only broken by the inventory belt around his waist and the ten-faceted Godcore embedded in his chest. It was a clear gem, the size of her fist. He wasn't walking. He floated a full Urkin's height off the ground, the chains trailing down to the ground and pushing him into the air.
Grem'ta. The Chained God.
"Return what you stole, Aelif!" he shouted, his voice echoing across the valley between them as the flame eruption that she'd passed before faded. "And you will have a quick death."
Kurli didn't bother exchanging taunts with him. Instead, she readied her bow and took aim. Grem'ta brought up a chain barrier that covered all of the Urkin. Based on the size of his Godcore, he was still Copper Tier, but he had completed the outer ring, meaning he had nine of the ten facets he needed for Bronze. Not that a normal mortal stood much of a chance against even a one facet Copper tier.
But she had to try.
Kurli reached into a different pouch in her inventory and tossed its contents ahead, then crouched lower and clicked her tongue, feeling her spring muscle click into place. With a single twitch, her legs unfurled, sending her flying into the air in a backflip that would have let her clear trees. She clicked her tongue again. Sonar and her antenna's ability to sense air flow told her exactly where to aim, and she let loose a shot right over the barrier.
Grem'ta moved with inhuman speed, shifting on his chains, but the arrow still grazed his cheek. "Kill her!" he commanded his followers.
As soon as she hit the ground, Kurli was running, and Urkin pounded after her. Grem'ta followed them, his chain tentacles now moving like a spider's legs to propel him after her.
"Come on," Kurli muttered, risking a glance over her shoulder. "Work-"
There was a screech on the horizon, and Kurli allowed herself a fierce smile. The Urkin turned towards the sound, and Grem'ta bellowed in rage.
Not that bellowing would do much for him. The blood of the Hive would attract any members of the swarm for miles. These were simple soldier drones, and they were skittering ahead on all six legs, but there were a dozen of them and their mandibles clacked as they chittered their fury at the presumed death of one of their own.
"I'll deal with this," Grem'ta growled. "Get the Aelif!"
Exactly what she'd hoped for. The remaining five Urkin had been chasing her all day. Urkin were built more for short bursts of speed than sustained chases. They'd be much easier to deal with now that their God was distracted.
She just had to survive that burst of speed.
Kurli ran again, clicking her tongue every five steps. Her echolocation was only giving her a clear picture of what was directly ahead, and a vague sense of what was behind her, but it was enough for her to roughly know how close they were to closing in. They got within a few paces of her, enough for her to actually hear how heavily they were panting as they started to slow down.
Kurli flipped, bringing her legs up until her spring muscle clicked into place, kicking off the ground the moment she touched it. Clicking her tongue as rapidly as she could, Kurli let loose arrow after arrow as she arced forward. Two of them found Urkin skulls. No horns stopped these shots. Her targets collapsed like puppets with cut strings. One arrow missed its mark but hit the Urkin in the shoulder, causing him to collapse as he clutched at the wound and bleated in agony.
The two uninjured ones moved quickly. One stepped to the side and interposed himself between the wounded survivor and Kurli, and the other reached for his bow.
"Move and die," Kurli said, her only remaining arrow pointed directly at the Urkin. "I have bigger problems than the two of you. Stay there and live."
"You killed our brothers," the one standing over the injured Urkin growled. "You hurt Crodma."
"Crodma still lives," Kurli said, making sure to speak slowly so they could understand. She wished she could talk to them in their language, but her mastery of Gulpish was far weaker than their mangling of her tongue. Which made what she was trying to do even more foolish, but there was no time to think about that. "You've lost two this day. Will you save the third?"
The two Urkin shared a look, and then glanced over their shoulders. In the distance, she could see a Hive drone being lifted into the air on two chains before being torn in twain. Its screams were only a faint buzz in the distance.
"He'll need to find a pool of oil to clean off their blood, unless he wants the Hive to hunt him."
"You speak truth," said the one guarding his injured companion. He was the one who had two arrows sticking out of his horns. "You will…still pay for what you did."
"Perhaps I will. But not today." Keeping her arrow trained on the nearest Urkin, Kurli backed up towards the mountain until her back hit a barrier. Folding her legs under herself, she vaulted to the top of the cliff.
Only then did she dare breathe a sigh of relief. If they had called her bluff…the image of the Hive drone lifted in the air and torn in two flashed through her mind.
"It doesn't matter now," she said softly to herself as she continued to climb. "You're almost there."
The cave she was looking for was another ten minutes of climbing up. Kurli started to click her tongue as she walked in, timing the clicks with her footsteps. There was no light beneath the mountain, but she wouldn't need any.
It was always hard to explain to races without echolocation what it was like. The best description, when she was submerged in darkness, was that it was like seeing a raised outline of everything bigger than the tip of her finger. Smaller than that and she couldn't make out the details. Also, the outlines weren't in any actual color. They were black lines on a black canvas but somehow she could still tell where they were.
Deep within the cave was the object she was looking for. A Calling Altar. They could only be made by Creation Godcores, and it required at least a Platinum rank Core with a single facet, as well as several rare materials. They were all guarded carefully.
Except this one. One of her distant ancestors, back when this barren waste was a lush field, had built this Calling Altar and surrounded it with a pyramid of stone. Even for a crafting Godcore, it had taken decades, and the years had worn the pyramid down to the mountain everyone now knew. Parts of the ceiling had started to run with time, and looked almost like a natural cave – except for the perfectly smooth floor that surrounded the Altar.
Kurli reached into her inventory pouch. While she couldn't read the inscription on the inside in the darkness, she didn't need to see it to know what it would say.
Godcore Fragment – 1/64
That always had amused her. The idea that a single person could accumulate sixty-four Godcore Fragments. It had taken her a year to track down the one she found. A Creation Core could craft them once they were at least Gold three, and any Godcore of that rank was unheard of in the Wastes. Still, no one could change how much space objects took in an inventory belt. Those laws were as immutable as gravity or the tides. Maybe in some bygone era, that many Godcore Fragments had been possible.
Taking a deep breath, Kurli placed the Fragment on the Altar.
She'd memorized the sound of the ritual words. But it had been a Gulpish ritual, and she hadn't been able to get it translated. She had Kurmoz, an Urkin from her village, teach her the phonetics of the language. This dialect of Gulpish was ancient beyond reckoning. He'd been able to tell her it was a ritual of calling, confirming what she needed to know, and knowing the exact meaning wasn't what was important. The sounds were what was important here. A Godcore could perform Creation without any effort. Kurli had no Godcore.
Something she hoped to fix.
Kurli opened her mouth and repeated the words as she had been taught them, slowly and carefully. What she heard was gibberish. What the universe heard, however, translated perfectly.
We need your aid. The future is broken and needs repair. Come, Champion. Build a better future. Come, Champion. Release us from the shadow that engulfs us. Come, Champion. We need you. Come, Champion, and drown the world in darkness!
The Godcore Fragment burst into light. Kurli went flying back as an invisible force slammed into her chest.
It took her a moment to regain her bearings. Her lips dry, she had to wet them before she could start to click her tongue again.
Nothing. There was nothing there.
"Damnit," Kurli muttered. It didn't seem sufficient, but she didn't have the energy to curse more vehemently. She couldn't even bring herself to cry. Just punch the floor halfheartedly. She clicked her tongue one more time, making sure nothing had been summoned. No warrior, no Godcore. Nothing. It was just an empty room with an altar and the distant sound of dripping water.
Almost too weary to walk, Kurli forced herself to her feet. She'd have to make camp on the other side of the mountain to keep from the Urkin.
And then she'd figure out what to do now that her greatest efforts had failed.
There were two things she missed. One was that Echolocation, while great for detecting solid objects, did very little to reveal gaseous energy clouds that gave off no light and collected from the power unleashed by the Godcore's destruction.
The second was, in hindsight, a translator may have been a good idea.
Julian Sullivan didn't follow any particular religion, but that didn't stop him from moaning "oh God" as he tried to pry himself from the clutches of sleep. Julian's apartment reeked of stale pizza, staler beer, and air freshener working overtime to mask the first two smells. Julian sat up, his head spinning from the night before, and sniffed. His nose was stopped up, and it complimented the itching in his eyes.
Knowing what he'd see, he pulled out his phone.
Zero missed calls. Zero text messages. No notifications on Facebook or Instagram. He'd gotten a like on his last tweet the night before, but when he clicked on the profile it belonged to a heavily photoshopped woman with a link to a cam site.
He opened up his messenger and clicked on Maggie's name. The conversation from two days ago was still there, her last message sitting there.
I'm sorry, Julian. I didn't want it to be like this. But it's over. Goodbye.
His own response was sitting there. She hadn't even opened the text. Just the "sent" notification hovering mockingly beneath the message.
Fine. Leave. That's what everyone does anyway.
Julian winced at the message. It had been childish. He was better than that.
Except, apparently, he wasn't.
"You need to get your shit together," Julian said aloud, his voice raspy from a night of drinking. It was almost startling to hear his own voice. He looked around the ruined mess of his apartment and grimaced. "You at least need to shower."
Shower. That was a simple, straightforward task. It was something anyone could do. Head still throbbing, Julian forced himself off the couch and towards the bathroom.
The problem, Julian reflected as the hot water washed over him, was that she'd been right to call things off. It would have almost been easier if she hadn't been right. Then he could have just been angry at her, sulked for a bit, then dusted himself back off and put himself back out there. But that would just lead him back here again. He had to actually fix the problems that had led to the breakup before he could get back out there. His chronic lateness to dates, forgetting anything less important than a major holiday or her birthday, and tendency to stay up till four in the morning tinkering.
Always tinkering.
Julian had studied Engineering in school. He couldn't say he had a "degree" in Engineering because while he had attended five years worth of classes, he'd changed his exact speciality three times between Mechanical, Chemical, and Electrical before dropping out altogether. He'd styled himself an inventor. He was going to create something that would revolutionize the world. Everyone told him it was impossible, but he was certain he could make something that would change the world.
He'd been twenty-two.
Four years and two failed Kickstarters later, all his discoveries amounted to everyone around him being right. No one could revolutionize the world without capital to invest in their creations. He'd ended up working various gigs – driving to deliver food for lazy assholes, taking surveys online, letting ads run on his phone when he wasn't looking at it. It was enough to keep him afloat as he looked for the next big break. Or a first big break, really.
Julian turned around and leaned his head back, letting the hot water run through his hair and over his forehead.
That had been the last fight. The one that had led to him and Maggie breaking up. He'd had a new idea. It had been just that – an idea. He couldn't even remember it now. He'd gone to her with papers he'd practically thrust into her face, babbling about this was the one, this was the way he'd make it big, he just needed to borrow a bit of money and if she could co-sign the loan…
"We had dinner plans."
That had cut him short. Those four words had completely deflated every bit of energy, especially given how glacially cold her tone had been. He'd tried to apologize and make excuses, but it had been one too many times, one too many missed dates, and then he'd had the gall to show up and ask her to co-sign a loan without even an apology?
Hell, if he'd been her, he would have dumped his ass for that too.
The bathroom went dark. Julian swore out loud and fumbled to turn off the shower. He knew his bathroom well enough to find the towel by blindly groping for it. He tried to remember when he last paid the electric bill. He hadn't been that far behind, had he? No, of course not. Or…maybe?
Thankfully, it was light out, so the sun coming through his curtains was enough to allow him to pull on jeans and make his way to the kitchen to sift through the accumulated pile of bills. March, April, and May's electric bills were all unopened. He pulled out his cellphone to try and log into the website and check, only to be reminded he hadn't paid that bill and had been using the wifi for data.
Wi-fi he didn't have without power.
He opened May's bill. On the very top in bright red letters: "You are 3 months past due. Make a payment by 05/21 to avoid interruption of services."
That was yesterday.
"Okay, that's it," Julian said, speaking directly to the bill. "You're the last problem. Nothing else is allowed to screw me today."
As if summoned by his words, there was an insistent knock on his door. Taking a deep breath and half hoping it was Maggie, half hoping it wasn't, he walked over to the door and threw it open.
Straight into the scowling face of his landlady.
"Julian. Am I interrupting something?" she said, eyeing him up and down with the lack of shame that seemed to be unique to old ladies that had run out of fucks in their forties.
That was the moment Julian realized that, post shower, he hadn't put on a shirt. He turned red. "No, Ms. Hezel. If you give me a moment-"
"No need. Just wanted to give you this." She thrust a piece of paper against his chest.
It was a very well worded legal document that made it clear he had until the end of the month to pay both April and May's rent, or he'd be evicted.
"Ms. Hezel, I-"
"Nope," she said, shaking her head. "I've given you an extension or a delay every month, Julian. I've given you a break. I've waived late fees. I've done everything I can to work with you, but this is enough. Both months' rent by the end of the month, or you're out the door."
"I don't have anywhere to go," Julian said. The words came out in a croak.
"I know," Ms. Hezel said, her lips tight. "And I'm sorry. But there are limits to what I can accept. Maybe you can stay with that girlfriend of yours."
"She dumped me."
"Oh. I'm sorry then." Ms Hezel sighed. "Paperwork's already been filed. Seven days."
Julian closed his eyes, trying to come up with some objection or argument that would convince her to give him yet another extension.
When he opened them, she was halfway down the hall.
"Fuck." Julian said after he had closed the door. That word seemed inadequate to express the depth of the feeling in his soul, but it was the strongest one that came to mind.
Seven days. He had seven days to come up with rent money. While having no power. And no cell service. Which meant he couldn't do work. He could go to the bank and find out what, if anything, he had in his account. Maybe there would be enough in there to…get food for the day? If that? Most likely it would be overdrawn.
The sheer lack of options was paralyzing. Everything he knew that he could do to earn money involved the internet. He could go to the library to get internet access for a bit, but the gigs he worked required him to have mobile data. Maybe it's worth a shot. I might have some money in one of the apps I haven't withdrawn yet. If I do, I can use that to get my cellphone back on. I get the phone back on, I can drive. If I do delivery nonstop for the next seven days and only stop to sleep, I can…he did some quick mental math. Something nagged at the back of his thoughts, some detail he was overlooking.
But the math was checking out. If the tips were good, he could get enough to cover the two months rent before his deadline was up. It was a long shot. But as long as he got just a bit lucky and pushed himself to his limit, he'd be able to pull it off. As long as-
This time Julian couldn't even swear. It was just a wordless groan. Gasoline. He'd pulled into the parking lot on fumes yesterday. He had just enough to make it to the gas station. But if he didn't have the money in his account, he couldn't put anything in his tank.
"I am well and truly fucked," Julian said, then paused to consider the words. That wasn't quite right. "I have well and truly fucked myself."
There. At least that way he was owning it.
Julian cast his eyes around his apartment. The Playstation…did he have enough gas to make it to the game shop and the gas station? He could probably get a hundred from that. That would give him just enough to fill his tank and make a minimum payment on his cellphone bill.
His eyes came to rest on something else, however. A box of spare electronics in the corner of the room. He dove into that to see if anything in there would be sellable before he got rid of one of his few remaining sources of entertainment.
Instead, amidst the assorted wires, random computer parts, and miscellaneous bits of plastic, he found a prototype that represented the closest he ever came to making it big. He picked it up reverently. "Hey, old friends," he said to it in a hoarse whisper.
He held the two devices with the same reverence a priest showed the Eucharist. One was about as big as his palm, connected to an elastic headband. The other was a bulky black glove which hid wires and sensors attached to each knuckle. The case was white plastic and had sleek lines that made it resemble a smoothed arrowhead. In 2013, he'd paid a pretty penny to have the case 3D printed. It had a piece of clear plastic that he unfolded. Smiling to himself, he put the headpiece on, and slid his hand into the glove.
The current date and time appeared on the left side of his vision. With a flick of his fingers, he switched over to his text messages. Even though they were still a barren wasteland, seeing them like this took the sting out of it. He flicked again and brought up his map program. Even when the grey "Offline" box flashed in his vision, it still couldn't stop the smile spreading across his lips.
It'd been ages since he'd last touched this. The Augmented Reality Enhanced Vision Experience, AREVE. It synced to a cell phone and gave the user access to all their phone's features, displayed right over their vision. In theory. He'd only gotten a few things working – time, date, texts, and maps, QR Scanner, and Barcode Scanner. The last was the real triumph. It would let you use the AREVE to scan prices of items at nearby stores in real time, just by looking at the barcode. He'd had investors interested, and had a lawyer he trusted draft paperwork to ensure he didn't end up getting shafted out of his own company.
Then the first big AR headset by a tech company came out. Suddenly, everyone decided that no matter what, you looked stupid with something hovering in front of your eye. Investors pulled out, and no one else was interested. Even as the big companies kept working on Augmented Reality, no one was interested in taking a risk on some nobody that didn't even have a degree.
Especially not when a final estimate had come back for a suggested retail price of ten grand.
He noticed the power bar in the top corner just before the 1% display vanished, and the AREVE powered down. Julian sighed, feeling empty, and took them off, sliding them into his pocket. He grabbed the power cord from the box too, with the adaptor that let it plug into his phone. He'd never considered using it during his delivery, but having the maps hovering would make driving safer than having to look away from the road. Nothing in the box would be worth anything to anyone who wasn't him. At least, not worth enough to make selling it a viable option. The Playstation would have to go.
Come, Champion. Build a better future.
The words echoed through the wall, and Julian rolled his eyes. His neighbors were blasting whatever shitty Anime they were watching so loud he could make out dialogue. Not your problem right now. If he made it to where he could sell the Playstation, he could walk to the gas station. Buying a can of gas would cost extra, but it would let him fill the tank.
"It's so pointless."
Speaking to himself was a habit he was developing rapidly, but it was hard to stop with no one else to talk to. The words stopped him short. What was the point of trying? He'd sell one of the few things that gave him joy and in exchange he'd get a slight extension until the next crisis. The power being out would make everything harder. Maybe it would be better to get evicted, save the money and live in his car. He could travel south where it would be warmer in the winter.
Even that felt pointless. So what if he did? Eking out a living driving for people? Bad credit keeping him out of homes? No health insurance so when he finally did get sick, he'd get slapped with a massive hospital bill?
Come, Champion. We need you.
Maybe that was all that was left for him. A pointless grind on a pointless hamster wheel that would keep him spinning in place until he got lucky or died a pointless death. A dark part of him wondered if that should be "or" or "and".
When his parents had still been alive, they'd been Christian. Julian had lost that faith somewhere along the way. One too many losses, one too many punches in the gut from the universe. If there was a God, as far as Julian could tell, he was an asshole. He hadn't prayed in years, and had barely thought about a higher power.
So he didn't pray. He didn't believe that it would do anything. Instead, he just entertained a momentary fantasy of what he'd do if he could find a genie. What he'd wish for. Not for Maggie back – that felt like it would subvert her free will, and that grossed him out. He wouldn't even wish for a do-over. Even knowing what mistakes he'd make, there didn't seem to be a point.
"No," he said aloud. "I'd wish for a new life. Start over somewhere fresh."
Julian didn't believe in the supernatural. But if he did, he'd have appreciated the irony of what happened next.
He stepped into his bedroom, deciding to grab a shirt. It was pitch black in there, which surprised him. It had still been light out just a moment ago, hadn't it? It was also colder than it had been in his bedroom. Colder and the air had a …stale quality to it. As if it hadn't been disturbed in ages. He couldn't smell the pizza and beer and bad air freshener, either.
Also, the floor beneath his feet wasn't carpeted. It was hard and cool. And…it was stone. He was standing on stone.
Hand shaking, Julian bent down to feel the stone, hoping his fingers would return a different sensory input than his feet. They didn't. There was, in fact, stone beneath his fingers. In his bedroom.
In the distance, he could hear the gentle drip of water into a pool, and air rushing past something.
"Oh," Julian said. "I get it. I'm having a nervous breakdown." The words were supposed to be calm and reassuring, saying something patently absurd to mitigate the absolute insanity of his surroundings. Unfortunately, they came out as a kind of panicked squeak. They also didn't do anything to alleviate the hallucination.
"Okay. I'm in my bedroom, right? So that means that I need to take three steps and I'll be at my bed. Then I'll bang my shins on it." Julian nodded in the darkness and took a step. Then another. Then a third. Sweat beaded his brow as he took a fourth. Then a fifth. Still no bed. Still nothing barring his movement.
Julian's hands were shaking now, and his heart was beating like a machine gun. Was he in his bedroom? For all he knew he'd snapped so badly he'd ran from his apartment and was now in the street.
For all he knew, he was blind now.
Barely able to keep his hands steady, Julian reached into his pocket for his phone. He tapped the screen. The sudden flash of light was blinding, and the shock merged with his trembling hands to cause his phone to tumble from his grip.
It landed at an angle, half resting on something on the floor. Julian had to blink a few times to clear his vision.
The phone was bright enough to illuminate his surroundings, which wasn't hard given how minimal they were. He was in a cave that had been partially worked by human hands, given a smooth and level floor. If he'd taken another step, he would have banged into something – a stone slab about the height of his waist and nearly three times that long. More of a table, really. The phone's light threw shadows from the carvings in the side of the slab, and while none of them were recognizable as anything Julian had seen before, they had a repetitive quality that tugged at his memory.
It looked like an altar.
"I'm…dead?" Julian asked nothing.
It was no surprise when the only response was the distant drip of water.
It made a kind of sense to him. He'd been so tense he'd had a stroke or heart attack. Died instantly. Ended up…here. Heaven or hell's waiting room. It was hard to not regret a life of atheism now that he was faced with the final destination and the inarguable fact that it was not, in fact, oblivion. That after death, there was still a him to think.
And…carry a cell phone.
How'd the old saying go? "You can't take it with you." Julian wasn't sure of much, but if there was an afterlife, he doubted they had changed that particular policy to make exceptions for cell phones. Or pants, for that matter, yet he was still wearing his jeans. He patted his pockets. Car keys were in there as well, and his wallet. The very definition of worldly goods. The AREVE system was in the other pocket, although Julian didn't think that was definitive proof of being alive. Any version of heaven he could imagine featured his baby, and any version of hell would involve using it to torment him somehow. But the rest…that was easier to believe wasn't something you could take to the afterlife.
"Okay, so not dead. I guess we're back to – shit!"
The last swear came from the light of his cellphone dimming as it started to go into sleep mode. Julian half lunged for it, a terrified vision of being unable to find it in the inky darkness gripping his imagination. He tapped the screen before it could go dark, and the light returned to its normal levels.
Breathing a sigh of relief, he picked it up, and the stone that it had landed on came with the phone.
He turned the phone over. The stone wasn't some ordinary rock. It looked like an uncut golden gemstone. What was the term for it again? A citrine, that was it. It was a citrine so large, it almost covered the entire back of his phone.
His heartbeat didn't slow down, but panic was starting to change to excitement. He didn't know the value of a citrine, but one this large had to be worth something. Enough to at least pay off his cellphone bill and put some gas in his tank, get back on the road, without selling the console.
"Except you're insane, remember? You're hallucinating this."
It was harder and harder to convince himself of that, however. He was now certain he hadn't died and gone somewhere else. He'd never heard of someone hallucinating this completely and coherently before. If it was a hallucination, it was a remarkably dull one. He expected to see a caterpillar smoking weed or bleeding eyes on the wall or spiders crawling out of his asshole or something. Not a rather boring cave with an ominous altar and a gem that was stuck to his phone.
Stuck firmly to his phone, he soon discovered. When he tried to pull it off, it didn't move in the slightest. He started tugging as hard as he dared, but that just made his phone creak ominously. He stopped before he broke it.
"Okay, Julian. Time to start applying logic here. Use that brain of yours."
The idea that he was hallucinating couldn't be ignored. If that was the case, the smartest thing to do would be to sit still until someone noticed he was missing and came looking. Which would be in seven days, when he was evicted. Before the depressing reality of that thought could settle in, Julian focused himself on the more practical side effect of that – namely, that he'd have died by dehydration in that much time. So sitting still wasn't an option. He'd have to risk walking.
"You can move," he said after a moment's thought. If he was in his apartment, he'd closed the door. So, as long as he made no motion to open a door, he'd be unable to leave. If he wasn't in his apartment…well, if he wasn't in his apartment, he had no idea if he was somewhere safe or not, so moving was as safe as not moving.
But first, there was one thing to try. He put the phone and gemstone in his pocket and cupped his hands to his mouth. "Help!"
The sound echoed through the cave. He repeated the shout, over and over, until his throat was hoarse. Then he sat down on the floor and took deep breaths.
One hour. He'd give it one hour. If he was outside and somewhere dangerous, like a street, someone was already nearby and realized he was either blind or insane and trying to help him. If he was inside his apartment, the cheap walls meant one of his neighbors would have heard him and eventually called the cops to get him to shut up if for no other reason.
They'd come and take him away. He'd have to notice that, right?
All he had to do was sit for an hour. In pitch darkness.
He didn't make it five seconds before pulling his phone back out of his pocket. It stuck when he did, the rough gem catching on the fabric, and he heard something tear when it pulled loose. He breathed a sigh of relief when the light came back on.
Darkness and silence with still air was a terrible combination. His brain had already begun to tell him he was floating in some kind of empty void, that the only real matter was the small square of rock beneath him. Seeing the walls around him, even if they were the product of a hallucination, was better than nothing.
For the first time, the idea in the back of his mind – that he was having a portal fantasy adventure, or that he'd wandered into an isekai story – pushed itself to the forefront of his mind. He pushed it right back to the back where it belonged. Real people didn't have magical adventures in other worlds. Real people who believed that went crazy. Besides, it definitely couldn't be an isekai, because no one had hit him with a truck.
Trying to distract himself, he looked at the phone. Even if he couldn't get data, he had some offline games on here he could play to pass the time until the cops arrived.
No luck there. It was showing him a white screen, with only the word "Syncing" sprawled across it, and a progress bar that showed zero point three percent.
"What the hell are you syncing to?" he asked his phone. It did not respond. He tried pressing the home button, to no response. He tried swiping in various directions, also to no effect. He pressed down the power button to initialize a hard reset…and the screen didn't even flicker.
"Damnit," he muttered, looking more closely. Unfortunately, that didn't give him any useful information. Across the top was the time, which informed him it was 29:73 PAM, and the power bar, which told him he was at one thousand and twelve percent power. And the white background wasn't completely blank. There were symbols on it, scrolling past like Matrix code, in a slightly darker shade of white, almost unnoticeable unless you were paying attention.
Symbols that almost perfectly matched the ones on the altar.
This was helpful, in that it let him know the phone wouldn't be of any help.
He laid back on the cold floor and closed his eyes. The sensation of closed eyes and the warmth of the phone and the coolness of the gemstone in his hand helped make this feel less like he was going insane. If he'd had a shirt, he would have balled it up under his head for a pillow. As it was, he had to just rest his skull on the stone.
It was hardly comfortable. But the panic of earlier combined with the anxiety over his finances falling apart had been exhausting.
He didn't know how long it took – his phone told him it was GA:62 APM last he checked it, and the syncing bar had progressed to a whopping one point three percent – but at some point, he lost track of the passage of time.
It wasn't sleep. He was too frightened and uncomfortable for that to happen. But when he next looked at the phone, it took his eyes a moment to focus, and the syncing bar was up to double digits. On top of that, his everything ached enough to tell him he'd been laying on the stone for a long time. Long enough help should have arrived, and certainly long enough that if he was out on the streets he would have been noticed or run over by now.
Which meant he had to still be in his apartment, and no one had heard him.
Or…he hadn't gone insane.
There was a certain banality to his surroundings that was helping to abate the fear. The stone walls weren't shifting, the altar's symbols hadn't changed, there was nothing moving in here. The only sound was silence. Whatever had been dripping had stopped, and the wind outside had died down.
Julian stood up, his muscles protesting the motion, but it was time to stop wallowing and to start moving. Holding his phone screen outward, since he couldn't turn the flashlight on, he turned around towards the source of the wind.
The path leading towards it was less worked than the area he was in. A natural cave. He started to walk in that direction. It had to be safe, he reasoned. There was no other way in and out of the room, and someone had come in here at some point to build that altar. He'd probably end up moonwalking or pacing in a circle or walking into a wall without moving.
He'd look like a moron, but at least he'd survive.
"And if that doesn't sum up my life," Julian muttered, "then I don't know what does."
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Hiring a horsebox can be a bit of a hassle if you haven't done it before, yet as long as you're adequately informed about what you need to do and about what a horsebox hire process implies, you shouldn't experience any difficulties before and after your journey has finalised. Most information is displayed on the company's website, and anything missing on the home page is answered through the website's 'Frequently Asked Questions" or FAQ's. As the name suggests and given the current topic of this article, the horsebox hire FAQ's refer to all questions and concerns which are often raised by horse owners before opting for the services of a particular service provider.
One of the main questions asked refers to the insurance issue, hence many potential customers are eager to find out whether they need their own insurance cover to use a horsebox or if they need to have their horses insured before hiring the service of the company. First of all, horsebox hire companies offer insurance cover as part of their packages, and secondly, indeed, horse owners need to provide insurance for their animals and send a copy of the insurance policy before signing any contract or agreement with the company.
Another concern raised by many customers concerns the age and type of driving license required for the owner to have in case he's the one taking the wheel whilst travelling. Although this issue is highly speculative, companies require the owner to have a Full UK driving license and no further ado. As to the matter of age, anyone between the ages of 25 and 70 are fit for driving the vehicle, but some companies offer insurance even for persons under the age of 23.
During long journeys, the necessity of having roadside assistance may occur, and if the unfortunate event does happen, companies will send a team as part of the insurance policy provided.
If you are travelling with a horsebox together with the whole family, note that only the named driver is insured by the policy and if another person takes the wheel, he/she won't be insured in case an accident occurs.
As far as fuel is concerned, most horsebox hire companies provide the first tank of fuel; after that, it becomes the responsibility of the customer who is also often obliged to return the horsebox fully refilled.
Horsebox collecting and returning dates may be an issue as companies do not usually display this information on the website. With a single phone call, horse owners will receive the exact dates and if any delays occur, they will be subjects to additional charges.
When it comes to large lorries, customers will notice they have been provided with basic furniture and kitchen utensils, however items like linens, pillows or towels are not part of the accommodation package offered.
If you are concerned about the cleaning part of hiring a horsebox, you should know that service providers do not consider the horsebox cleaning and disinfection mandatory, although this is definitely recommended for the safety and health of your horse, especially if the journey is longer than a day.


Anderson Heating & A/C wants you to recognize all the opportunities available to you, if you are ready for a new heating and cooling system. There are several options to properly heat and cool your home, so it's important to take the additional steps to do some research and see which system will be the best for your needs.
One of the best advantages of a packaged unit is that it's an all-in-one heating and cooling system that can be installed outside of the home. What does that mean? You don't need to worry about using up space inside your home for the furnace or air handler.
Seeing as the unit installs outside, it's a great option for homeowners who do not have a basement or just have a crawlspace. Generally, having the extra space in the basement allows for more storage where you can keep the heating and cooling components. This removes that challenge if the space isn't free or large enough.
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MY DESKTOP HANGS AT MUP.SYS ON STARTUP. ANY IDEAS ON WHAT'S CAUSING IT?
If you have a chkdsk scheduled to run on the next reboot (by responding in the affirmative to the question when choosing to run a chkdsk on the next reboot), or if XP finds that any volume on your system that has been marked "dirty", chkdsk is going to run when you reboot.
If you boot in Safe Mode and chkdsk starts to run, the last thing you will see on the screen is mup.sys having been loaded... then the chkdsk is going to run to completion. Your system will appear to be stuck.
If the system appears to be hung on mup.sys and the HDD light is flashing, it could be that chkdsk is doing what it is supposed to do or what you told it to do - checking the volume(s) for consistency. If that is the case and the HDD light is flashing, you need to wait it out and that could take many/several hours depending on the size of your HDD, how much stuff is on it and what chkdsk finds to do. Let it sit overnight if you have to, but be patient.
If that is NOT the case, then I suggest you power off, unplug everything except the keyboard and see if you can boot in Safe Mode with only a keyboard attached. If you have a PS/2 keyboard to use, I would use that instead of a USB keyboard. Sometimes a faulty USB device or driver can cause the system to appear to hang on mup.sys.
It is also important to realize that the problem is not with mup.sys (it has already loaded) - it is what comes after mup.sys that could be the problem (if it is not running chkdsk).
This is why it makes zero sense when people see this scenario and start trying to figure out how to replace mup.sys - that is not the problem since it has already loaded.
The next thing to load that sometimes causes problems is often keyboard and mouse drivers - especially USB keyboards and mouses (mice) devices, hence, you should unplug everything - especially USB devices. You only need a keyboard connected to press F8 to get to the Advanced Boot Options menu and choose Safe Mode and a PS/2 keyboard should be used if you can get your hands on one.


It's that time of the year when the sunflowers are blooming nicely. They are such a joy in the yard. Sunflowers brighten the area and bring such beautiful color to yourenvironment.
These flowers were started at a school garden nursery and brought to our farm by my daughter Mia. They are such a blessing to have on the Lakritz Farm.
We are growing them along the north side of the house where we usually have tomatoes and hot peppers. The area and soil proved to be excellent habitat for sunflowers.
I am not sure what we'll do with the seeds as yet but there will be many. We will certainly try to grow more with the seeds we get.
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I've gotten threats, called names, or they just quit responding. But this letter's a first. Not that I buy it entirely...but thought y'all would enjoy reading it.
Now I'm off to mess with a Nigerian princess, two Russian bride scammers, and whatever else is lurking in my email queue.
Keep poundin' at 'em, Eaters!
Your baiting him got him through his hard times eh. I'll bet that's not quite how his real victims feel.
I vote for, baiting him from a new account.
I have three others I use...I'll go dig out his lead email, forward it, and start agin...hooha!
This sounds like fun, if you want to share him, pm me the first email please.
I thought he was done with my one character; but after what he wrote and I posted here, I replied acting both 'surprised' and 'simple', and referencing the name I used as one that was "kind of silly for a guy, but it's what my parents named me, and since they're both dead, I honor them by not changing it".
[i]Hi **** thanks for the reply, you are both a nice and simple person, i am deeply sorry about your parents. any way thanks and good luck.


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Like Looking Through a Window
If you haven't seen Peter Jackson's documentary film "They Shall Never Grow Old" you should do so. In many ways it might be one of the most incredible films I've ever seen.
The film takes archival footage from the Imperial War Museum and BBC oral history interviews with World War I veterans to tell the story of soldiers in the Royal Army during World War I. Jackson chose this point of view for a look in depth at one aspect of the history of the war, and one may easily imagine a monumental documentary series done in the same fashion consisting of who knows how many episodes, covering different campaigns and services. The Royal Navy and the Royal Flying Corps are not mentioned, and I'd purely love to see the same treatment given to the RFC!
Everyone has seen the silent black-and-white film taken during the war. It tends to be grainy, either over- or under-exposed, scratched, jerky, and the motion of people looks awkward and hurried. The latter is due to the frame rate imposed by hand-cranked cameras in use at the time, which might be cranked at anywhere between ten frames a second or eighteen.
Jackson and his production team took the original film and processed it so that the original black and white appears very close to something that would have been shot as B&W with contemporary methods. The images are clean, crisp, properly exposed, and move at a frame rate restoring natural motion.
That in itself is a remarkable achievement.
However, the colorization process resulted in something positively unique. I'm going to say nothing more about it. You simply must see the film.
All of that, however, is as nothing beside the use of imagery to tell a story, and I will give one example. The series of images with the soldiers in the Sunken Lane prior to the Battle of the Somme will rend your heart. The images are clear enough that you can see the emotion on those faces. You may think you know what to expect in terms of fear and apprehension and even excitement, but that's knowledge without experience.
These faces are right in front of you, almost as if you were looking through a window and not watching a film. And, as Peter Jackson points out, most of the lads in that picture were probably dead within an hour after it was taken.
One further thing among many deserves mention. The interviewees make the point that after the war, the people on the home front didn't want to hear from the veterans what it was like. I think it would be interesting to know why that's so, because to me it seems short-sighted, if only from the perspective of ignoring history. An experience in history paid with so much blood and suffering and waste and destruction should be told and retold and examined from every angle. It was called "the war to end all wars" and so it should have been. We all know it was not, and in fact was followed within a generation by another war even more terrible in all respects.
We owe it to those who were there to hear and understand, as best we are able, their story. Peter Jackson has given us a unique opportunity to do exactly that.
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