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art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament · 7 months

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Stats Part 3

Now that Round 3 is over, we're down to 32 (well, 33) remaining artworks which feels about time to check in on how our statistics are doing!

And if you're not interested in statistics, I (Mod Salix) wanted to talk about the polls. You may have noticed that I've been trying to keep to 4 polls a day, which would mean that Round 4 is only going to be 4 days, and Round 5 would post everything in two days. Starting in Round 6, we'll probably re-institute week long polls. Hopefully none of us will lose track of what day to post the next round!

We have 20 artworks by male artists, 10 by female artists, and 4 by groups or unknowable entities! And of those, one person is Black, two are Aboriginal (one of whom is Mestizo and Kichwa, the other of whom is Aboriginal Australian), one is Asian-American (and two are Chinese living in China as opposed to living somewhere they're a minority), and one is Indian-British. And also three are left from gay men about the AIDS crisis, in addition to the AIDS memorial quilt, and one lesbian comic.

There are six American artists (including the Asian-American mentioned above), and three Chinese artists (including the Asian-American mentioned above), as well as three Russians (including Ilya Repin, who was born in the future Ukraine and lived near St. Petersburg), technically two different pieces by the same Dutch artist (hi van Gogh), and one each from Argentina, Serbia, Ecuador, Colombia, Canada, Italy, Northern Ireland, Poland, Australia, Finland, Germany, France, and Britain. And one artist I have listed as Denmark/Germany/France, because August Friedrich Schenck was born in a place that was Denmark at the time, Germany now, and worked mostly in France.

Of the pieces with known locations, eight are in the United States (four specifically in New York), two each in Australia and Russia, and one each in Argentina, Finland, Italy, Ireland, the Netherlands, Poland and one in a private collection.

There are two archaic pieces of art, Judith is our last standing piece from anything between archaic and 1843, 8 pieces of art from the 1800s, although five are from 1878 to 1896, one from 1903, two from the 70s or 80s, 5 from the 90s, four from the 00s, four from the span of 2014 to 2016, and three from the last two years. And two unknown dates and the AIDS memorial quilt which is still being added to.

There are 15 paintings, 7 installation arts, one comic, one photograph, one cave art, one sketch, one tattoo, and one fiber art slash installation. And the most common subject of the art are five queer related art pieces, although I have four each I summed up as either horror or grief/anguish.

And, lastly, someone sent in an ask in like Round 1 asking about statistics regarding whether being in first or second place in the poll biased anything. I'm not actually a statistician, so I can't answer that question, but I did compile the numbers of how many first-positioned vs second-positioned arts won! Surprisingly, Round 1 had 64 firsts to 63 seconds (and one tie), Round 2 had 29 to 35, and Round 3 had 15 to 17. Technically speaking that's not a large enough sample size to determine bias but it's... interesting?.

I was going to make a scatterplot featuring the number of votes in each poll to track engagement, but I haven't actually figured out how to do one in Google Sheets yet so maybe at the end of the bracket.

#definitely not inspired by a tag i saw on a poll spawning me to check ratio of men to women artists remaining #stats for nerds #mod salix #announcement #the most baffling poll is marat vs dusseldorf museum kunst palast somehow only had 146 votes? that can't be right #edit: if that one WAS hidden we had no way of telling :( it was finally beaten though #second edit: i included oswaldo guayasamin in the stats even though he was knocked out by keith haring :( sorry

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ohwowimlonley · 2 years

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DAY SIXTEEN

Mitch Rapp + exhibitionism kink

[warnings - husband!dom!mitch, sub!fem!reader, smut, oral (f rec), exhibitionism]

[word count - 970]

[kinktober list]

Honeymooning with Mitch in Australia. Honeymooning with Mitch in a five star honeymoon suite in Sydney, Australia. Honeymooning with Mitch in a five star hotel with floor to ceiling windows in the main bedroom of your honeymoon suite in Sydney, Australia.

All this can only mean one thing. He knows it. You know it. It’s only a matter of time before it happens.

“Good morning,” you turn to face your new husband, blinking away the grogginess from your tired eyes - you still don't understand how Mitch can go through an almost thirty hour flight and not have jet lag.

“Hello there, Mrs Rapp,” he leans forward and pushes his lips against your own, not caring a lick for either of your morning breaths.

“Hello there, Mr Rapp,” you pause, raise your eyebrow, then let out a short giggle, “your name hasn’t changed,”

“No,” he agrees with a chuckle, pressing a final kiss to your cheek before throwing the quilt from his body and getting out of bed, naked as the day he was born.

You sit up with a blush, nearly choking on your spit as he shoots you a cheeky wink before disappearing into the bathroom.

By the time he emerges, you’ve finally managed to haul yourself from the comfort of the bed and shuck your now crumpled pyjamas, leaving you in nothing but a pair of lace panties.

“Whoa,” he comes up to you from behind, wraps his arms around your waist and presses himself against your ass. His growing cock bumps against the intricate pattern, staining it with a thick glob of his precum, “I haven’t seen these before,”

He snaps the elasticated material against your skin, chuckling at your surprised squeal. Mitch spins you around, one hand coming up to tip your chin up, leaning down and almost kissing your lips - you duck your head to the side at the last second, letting his lips hit your cheek.

“Calm down, muchacho. I need to brush my teeth before you get all… freaky with me,” you sass, brushing past him with a bump of your hip on his. He catches you before you can dart behind the door, pulling you in for a rough kiss, licking filthily into your mouth and pulling back with a bite to your bottom lip.

“Hurry up in there,” he releases you with a swift slap to your behind, watching as your breasts bounce softly in the air as you walk. The door clicks softly behind you, and you set about your morning routine (maybe slightly rushing through it with your excitement).

He’s waiting for you when you come out, sitting with his legs spread on the loveseat just in front of the california king bed you’d both slept in last night. He shakes his knee - an invitation, you realise. In seconds, you're sitting sideways over his thighs, leaning into his broad chest. Butterfly kisses are muttered over the side of your neck, and you loll your head to the side, exposing more of your sensitive skin to his hungry lips.

“I think we need to talk about the windows,” you blurt, turning to face your new spouse with slightly widened eyes. Neither of you had said it out loud yet.

“Whatever do you mean, princess?” He pouts innocently. Oh, so he’s playing that game. The ‘see how long I can provoke my wife before she bursts into a flaming pile of embarrassment so I can take pity on her’ game.

“Mitch,” you pester, hiding your face away in the crook of his neck, “you know what I want, just- just-”

“Just give it to you?” He supplies, wiggling his eyebrows provocatively and nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck, “Right in front of that big fuckin’ window? Where everyone can see you?”

A pathetic, whimpery sort of sound tumbles past your kiss-swollen lips. Mitch seems to sympathise for you, hooking his arms around your waist and carrying you like a ragdoll towards the colossal windows. He sets you down with a kiss to your head.

“Face it,” he gives you a gentle push to your shoulder, encouraging you to push yourself against the pristine glass. You comply easily, gasping at the frozen touch of the glass against your pert nipples. Mitch grasps at your hips, pulling and pushing until he deems your position good enough.

“Mmm- Mitch-” you gasp as he all but tears the flimsy material from your shaking body with his hurry to get his hands all over you. As soon as your body is wholly naked for him, Mitch can’t help but let his fingers dive into the warm folds of your excited cunt, slipping up to the hood of your clit and giving it a harsh pinch.

“I’m gonna eat your pretty pussy, ‘nd you’re gonna look out the pretty window and wave to all the people lookin’ at you whinin’ like a bitch for me,” he mutters into the shell of your ear, pressing himself against your ass for a few long moments, savouring the delicious pressure of his cock against the small of your back before forcing himself to pull back and drop down to his knees.

“Give em a smile for me, babygirl,”

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queenofonions · 6 months

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Sweet Sleep

Summary: Hermione can't sleep. Ron can help with that.

Hermione couldn't sleep.

The Battle of Hogwarts had been won and she had been given the all-clear that it was safe enough to collect her parents from Australia. She paced around the living room of The Burrow, wrapped in a patchwork quilt, her eyes itchy and sore from watching the clock.

She huffed and threw herself once more onto the sofa, beat a throw pillow into submission and closed her eyes, willing sleep to come. She took deep breaths and tried to clear her mind.

It was no use. She could not relax; her body was too tightly wound and jittery. The ticking of the clock did not soothe her, and she soon found her eyes opening once more and following the second hand as it shuffled its way around and around.

She grabbed the pillow from under her head and pressed it hard against her face, screaming her frustration into it.

"Hermione?"

Hermione froze, then peeked out from behind the pillow to see Ron, adorably disheveled and blinking sleepily at her from the bottom of the stairs.

"You all right?" he asked as he ambled over to lean on the back of sofa.

She sat up, folding her legs up under the quilt and wrapping her arms around her knees. "Can't sleep. Tomorrow's taking too long to get here. You?"

Ron shrugged, "Bad dream." He waved away the concern he saw in her eyes, "Can't remember it now, but I can't settle enough to get back to sleep."

The clock made a low gong to announce the passing hour and Hermione dropped her head, groaning into her knees. She heard Ron hum and felt his hand sweep softly over her hair. "I'll make us some of my mum's Special Sleepy-Time Hot Chocolate."

Several minutes later, Ron returned with two big steaming mugs and Hermione quickly scooted herself around so he could sit next to her. The ceramic mug was magicked to stay cool on the outside, but she blew across the top to keep from burning her lips as she took a sip. the chocolate was rich and sweet, but also included a rather potent ingredient that made her eyes water and explained the "sleepy-time" part of its name.

"Your mother spiked your chocolate to put you to sleep?" Hermione rasped through the burn of the whiskey in her throat.

Ron chuckled low and gave a small cough to combat the sudden burn in his lungs. "It was only a sip or two and it did the trick. Come on, another mouthful will put us right out."

Hermione figured another swallow wouldn't hurt as the first was already sitting warm in her belly. She lifted the mug and drank deep. The sweetness of the chocolate barely covered the fire as it warmed its way through her chest and down her arms. Her eyes blinked slowly and she turned toward Ron with a lazy grin.

"Oh, that's lovely," she hummed and carefully placed the half-full mug on the nearby table.

Ron did the same and Hermione laughed at the chocolate mustache on his face and took his face in her hands to gently wipe it off with her thumbs. Ron smiled widely and pointed out she had one too and leaned in to kiss it off.

The feel of his lips on hers and his arms sliding around her waist to hold her close did more to soothe and relax her than any shot of liquor could. Ron pulled away and peppered sweet kisses on her cheeks then rested his forehead on hers.

"Think you can sleep now?" he asked softly, nuzzling his nose down along hers.

"Only if you stay." She pulled him with her as she lay back down. They shuffled about until he lay curled around her like a big spoon and wrapped the patchwork quilt around them. They both sighed with deep contentment and fell fast asleep.

AO3 (pen name Xedra on AO3)

#harry potter fanfic #hermione granger #ron weasley #hermione x ron #post hogwarts #ficlet #fluff #my fic #i made this #xedra

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wolfpants · 1 year

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august (a drarry fic)

August | Rated M | 3.8k words

He sends the messages away with Elpis before he changes his mind. He watches her in flight as she swoops across the Wiltshire countryside, the navy blanket of night drawing down slowly in her wake, urging him to bed.

“You wrote to me,” Potter says the next day.

He’s shown up to the Manor, as thin as he was the last time Draco saw him, laid out on the school courtyard like the broken starlings Aunt Bellatrix would leave on his pillow every night.

“Y-yes,” Draco says, struck, standing in the threshold of his home, his fingers still grasped around the zip of his quilted walking jacket.

The letters were intended to be a one and done sort of deal. Sending them was supposed to be an impetus for rapid atonement. For wiping the unsavoury clutter from his slate. Everyone was supposed to move on with their lives, and, hopefully, he’d never have to see Potter ever again.

He’s heard rumours—namely, gossip, from Pansy’s Owls—that Potter and his friends were supposed to be moving to Australia. That they’d spent their summer there—“partying and drinking and all sorts, they’re so common!”—and possibly wrapping up their studies come the start of the academic year.

But here Potter is. In August. Standing on Draco’s doorstep.

⛈🍃☔️🖤

Summer, 1998. Harry Potter arrives at the Manor to return Draco's wand. The problem is, he keeps coming back.

Written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt Thunder.

Thank you so much to @basicallyahedgehog for the speedy beta on this one! You're the best!

Read August on ao3

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry microfic #drarry oneshot #draco x harry #harry x draco #draco/harry #harry/draco #writing #august

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fict1onallyobsessed · 2 years

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Heatwaves

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Summary - Rhea takes you to Australia, but you’re not used to the warmth.

Australian heatwaves were horrid.

Not only did Rhea warn you about them, but so did the weather app on your phone. Yet, it could be that bad could it?

Wrong.

Even sitting on the plane you felt your skin stick to the leather seats beneath you. Rhea had told you to wear shorts and a shirt since anything more covering would basically boil your skin. You laughed at her, but did as she told you to anyway.

“You okay?” Rhea asked as she watched you move uncomfortably around in your seat. A flight from Florida to Australia was over 20 hours, and with jet lag kicking in and the heat, you just couldn’t sleep.

You just nodded your head. Everyone else on the plane was getting really uncomfortable too, so it wasn’t just you who wasn’t used to the heat. Rhea just looked at you with a smile, watching as you tried to keep a straight face while looking out the window.

“An hour left.” She whispered, putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into her so she could kiss your head. Although it was warm, you didn’t mind leaning against her. It gave you more of a chance of sleeping than sitting alone.

Now, even in your hotel room, you could feel sweat drip down your forehead. You’ve tried everything. Cold showers, sitting in front of the fan and the air conditioner, laying on the marble bathroom counter. Nothing worked.

You eventually decided on sitting on the small balcony. It gave you a decent view of the beach next to the hotel, a few miles away from the airport you had just landed at.

A pair of hands wrapped around your waist made you whine.

“Get off me. Cuddling in a heatwave is dangerous.” You claimed, making Rhea laugh a little before she tightened her grip on you. You turned around with furrowed eyebrows, touching her shoulder before looking up at her. “How are you not sweating?”

She giggled. “I’m used to it.”

“How can you be used to heat.” You turned around again, leaning over the balcony in search of any kind of wind. Of course there was none.

“We can go into the water.” She said, putting her chin on your shoulder watching as the more and more people gathered on the beach due to the heat. “Cool off a little.”

You immediately agreed, gathering what you needed before changing into your swimming stuff and heading out. When you got to a spot which was fairly empty, you dropped your stuff, took your shirt off and went into the ocean without a second thought.

Even the water was warm from the constant sun exposure, but it was better than sitting on the sand as the sun hit your skin even more.

The two of you ended up sitting in the water for hours, messing around and just simply swimming until the sun started to set.

Rhea swam closer to you when she saw you yawn, wrapping her arms around your waist before placing her chin on your shoulder. She kissed your cheek, smiling when you leaned into her touch.

“Ready to go back?”

You nodded, the heat slowly disappearing as the sun sunk below the horizon. Sleeping would be easy, but trying to not wake up due to the heat would be a challenge.

You packed your stuff up and quickly dried off before putting your shirt on and leaving back to the hotel. It was a short walk, but the second you got back you opened up all the windows and changed into some light clothes.

When you got back Rhea was already half asleep on the bed, the quilt underneath her instead of on top. You didn’t question it, simply throwing yourself onto the bed and exhaling happily. You were too tired to do anything else, you just wanted to sleep.

“How many times do you think I’ll wake up tonight?” You asked, already feeling the heat kick in again. Rhea only laughed, reaching out to push some of your hair behind your ear before closing her eyes, you following soon behind.

THE END

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live-laugh-loverpool · 2 years

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Jurgen Klopp and the Impositor

Also known as the one where Klopp has...a secret twin?!

Tags: @millythegoat, @alissonbecksfan234, @robbothegoat

Dear Diary,

It’s me, Pep Lijnders. Oftentimes Jurgen gets on my nerves. But not in a bad way! It’s just that he keeps tripping over his own feet, and making horrible dad jokes, and is secretly horrified, scared, terrified and has a whole defense plan against octopi hates Burnley (don’t tell him I told you). When those times come, I take a deep breath in the mirror and tell myself that it isn’t that bad. Imagine if there were TWO of him!

Well, it turns out that I may secretly be a prophet…

It was a hot, sticky day in Singapore. An alarm clock rang in a tiny hotel room--and instantly got hurled to the floor.

“Ugh, stupid alarm clock!” a very familar voice groaned, tossing the quilt further up the bed. “Do I have to get up, Ludger?”

“Whoo,” the barn owl hooted from his cage. “Whoo, whoo!”

“Fine, I’m up.” Klopp scowled, not even bothering with his hat. He unlocked the birdcage and Ludger flew onto his shoulder. “Come on, Ludger. Let’s go see what crap the day has in store for us.”

“Whoo.”

The German bumped into Lijnders literally two seconds after stepping out of his room. The Dutch had obviously already had his coffee, and he was grinning like he’d just visited Heaven.

“Morning, you two!” Lijnders grinned. “The others are already up, Jurgen. You sure slept in today, huh?”

“Crap for you--er, I meant good morning!”

Lijnders raised an eyebrow--Klopp was never this crabby. “Is the timezone catching up to you?”

“I’ve been to Australia and back, I’m fine.” Klopp spotted Alisson down the hall. He was holding baby Grace, who he had a giant soft spot for, but didn’t seem all that cheerful.

“Stop looking at me like that, Gracie!” the goalkeeper begged, taking a seat and bouncing the fussy one-year-old on his lap. “I told you, you can’t handle baby carrots yet…alright, that is a very sad face.”

“Is Grace trying to convince you again?” Klopp tried to sound like there was no other place he’d rather be than in a humid city-state in the middle of Asian nowhere. “Because it seems to be working.”

“Look at her!” Alisson rotated Grace so that she was facing Klopp. “She looks so lonely!”

Upon seeing Ludger, Grace squealed, reaching her chubby hands out. She had always been fascinated with birds of all forms, and Klopp was considering putting up a bird feeder outside the nursery window in Kirkby--if Robertson wouldn’t knock it down searching for Staffa.

“Birdie!” Grace squealed. “Birdie!”

“Whoo!” Ludger flapped his wings in warning. The owl had never really liked children. “Whoo!!”

“That’s quite enough, Ludger.” Klopp turned to Alisson, smiling now that Grace was no longer giving him the baby eyes. “We’re going down to the cafeteria for breakfast, Ali. Want to come?” No matter how much Klopp had to put up with, he would always find a smile for Alisson or one of the kiddos.

Before Alisson could answer, a shout echoed from down the hall. It was Firmino, running as if he were haunted by a madman.

“Boss!” he moaned, throwing himself onto Klopp. “You have to stop her!”

“Stop who?” Klopp asked the Brazilian, surprised. “Bobby, you have to remember that more than half the world’s population is female and--”

“It’s Chan!” Firmino whined, refusing to let go of Klopp. “She’s married to Vera now!”

Klopp groaned--he knew where this was going. In Thailand, Firmino had met a Thai dancer, Kanchana Nguyen, who he had developed a huge crush on. But she had rejected him, and soon Firmino found out why--Kanchana, also known as Chan, had been dating one of their own medics, Vera Torres, for seven years. The two had just gotten married in Thailand and were currently enjoying their honeymoon in Bali--but that wasn’t sitting easily with the Brazilian.

“Chan and Vera were dating for seven years, Bobby,” Klopp explained for what must have been the ninety-second time. “And they’re happy together. That's enough for me. Chan’s a good girl and so is Vera. They deserve to be with the ones they love.”

Firmino sighed, going back into his room and plucking a daisy.

“Where’s your hat?” Lijnders asked Klopp, noticing the iconic baseball cap was gone. “You don’t usually go without it.”

“Oh, that!” Klopp had woken up more now, and then realized that it was missing. “It’s still in my room. I’ll just go pick it up.” He didn’t say he would come downstairs--first he had to actually find the motivation to be pleasant.

Klopp grabbed his hat off the sidetable. Noticing the unusual layer of dust on it, he shook it vigorously, causing Ludger to fly off his shoulder. That’s when he realized this hat wasn’t gray--it was more blue.

“Blue?!” Klopp showed the hat to Ludger. “I never wear blue. This is not my hat!”

Ludger hooted, hopping onto the bed. That’s when Klopp realized there was still a lump in it. A human-sized, moving lump.

The German yanked the covers off the lump, expecting a bunch of pillows or maybe Florrie and Kairo playing hide and seek again. He got none of the above.

What he did get was what seemed to be an exact copy of him. But this one’s hat was in a more bluish shade of gray.

And then it woke up.

“THE DAMN CRAP!”

“This isn’t happening!”

As soon as his look-alike had screamed the exact same words he had, the real Klopp had instantly tied him under the bedsheets. Now he was pacing around the room, Ludger following him.

“I am not going insane,” Klopp muttered to himself. “I am not going insane. I do not have a twin. I do not have a twin.”

“Bro!” The look-alike popped out from under the bedsheets, still tied up. “Long time no see! But this isn’t Kirkby.”

“BRO?!” Klopp refused to face him, deciding the blank walls were a lot more inviting. “Get out of my room, you impositor! I have no brother, DO YOU HEAR ME, ANDREAS?!”

“Andreas?” The Klopp look-alike shook his head in amusement. “No way! I’m Jonas, remember?”

“No, I do not damn remember. Maybe because this is not funny at all!”

“Now, now, Jurgen.” Look-alike-Klopp swung out of the bed, wriggling out of the ropes. Surprisingly, he didn’t trip over anything. “Is that the way to talk to your elder brother?”

“Shut up!” Klopp threw a coat at the impositor, shocked when it didn’t hit him. “You are not my elder brother! I don’t even have a brother! You idiot! I am not going insane! Get. Out. Of. My. Room.”

The impositor just laughed. “Granted, I am only a few minutes older than you. Man, how it always drove you crazy.”

“Andreas Kornmayer, this is not a joke!” Klopp grabbed his ashwood bat out of a corner, threatening to hit. “Show yourself!”

“Jurgen, I’m not an impositor!” The look-alike finally seemed to realize what was going on, distancing himself to the other side of the room. “The name is Klopp. Jonas Klopp.”

When Rafa Benitez had left Liverpool, he had written a guide on ways to avoid and solve certain situations. While Klopp had often found the manual, which he used for reference, very helpful, it wasn’t complete.

And just like he’d expected, there was nothing in there about a creepy look alike of yourself following you around and claiming he was your twin brother.

So Jurgen Klopp had no choice but to let Jonas Klopp follow him down to breakfast--where, as expected, his players--bar Alisson, who was surprisingly missing--received the biggest surprise of their pre-season.

“What in the name of MANCHESTER UNITED is going on?!” Henderson yelped once everybody was done sitting there in shock. “Boss? You never told us you have a twin!”

“I don’t have a twin!” Klopp glanced at Kornmayer, who was still frozen midway through drinking coffee. “At first I thought it was Andreas playing a very tasteless joke on me, but as we can all see here, he’s stuck midway through lifting a coffee cup.”

Henderson frowned--he could already see the differences between the original Klopp and the suspicious impositor. While the real Klopp tripped over thin air and laughed it off easily, the impositor had managed to run around the entire table--three times--without even coming close to stumbling. And when Milner had finally had enough and slapped him, the impositor had flopped to the floor, screaming.

“What a Neymar,” Firmino muttered.

“Will you shut the CRAP up?!” the real Klopp yelled, annoyed with this “twin” of his. “I know Milly is strong, but a slap from him can’t send you to the ground, you damn DUMMKOPF!!”

“It hurts, Jurgen!”

“Maybe you have bones of damn jelly instead of calcium!”

“You mean osteoblasts, osteocytes, osteoclasts and bone lining cells. According to the National Library of Medicine, ‘osteoblasts, bone lining cells and osteoclasts are present on bone surfaces and are derived from local mesenchymal cells called progenitor cells--’”

“JONAS, SHUT UP!”

“Okay, so Jonas also happens to be a nerd,” Jardim noted, taking the information down on a flashcard. “And while the real boss is a bit of a sailormouth--”

“A bit?!” DIaz rolled his eyes. “I’ve heard more swears from Klopp than I’ve heard anywhere else in England.”

“--okay, a lot of a sailormouth, and Jonas doesn’t seem to swear very much.”

“Thank goodness for the children’s sake,” Adrian pointed out, still covering Grace’s tiny ears. “My fingers are getting numb.”

Finally impositor-Klopp decided to sit down, as did the real one. And when it was time for the day’s announcements, the Liverpudlians noticed yet another difference.

“Alright, boys! Our next friendly is on Thursday, so take today to rest and recuperate. Diogo and Ox, you wil be spending one hour with the physios for rehab, and then you’re free for the rest of the day. We will be stopping back in Kirkby before heading to Austria, so prepare to go home.”

“Kirkby!” Florrie cheered, accidentally dropping her fork with excitement. “Oops.”

The real Klopp rolled his eyes in amusement before going on. “We will meet back up here for lunch. Please stay away from any football highlights, football news or football players except ourselves and former players of ours, and especially stay away from Bruno.”

“Whaaa…”

“Just kidding, everybody can talk about Bruno as much as they want! Just don’t start singing it. Us staff will go insane if we hear that song one more time!”

“Then why were you guys singing it this morning while tidying the office?” Henderson couldn’t help but point out.

The real Klopp shrugged. “Well, we were complaining about it…”

“Please don’t start singing Bruno, no no no!” Lijnders scolded thin air as he swept the office. “Please don’t start singing Bruno! But! It was her wedding day!”

“It was their wedding day!” Klopp chimed in, pointing to a picture of Vera and Kanchana on their wedding day, beaming even though their pistachio green dresses were covered in colorful powder.

“Bruno started playing and we’re reading the vows to the brides!” Lijnders went on.

“Stuck in our heads ‘til we die!”

“The song it plays in our head, not again!”

“Again!”

“It’s become the soundtrack of my life!” Lijnders moaned.

“You will be cursed by this song…”

“Bruno plays inside your brain--”

“Musical tapeworm!”

“Until you’re going so insane!”

“I’m singing it in the shower!”

“Crap, we’re singing it again!”

“Mind your language please, there are children!” Klopp warned, pointing to a sleepy Florrie approaching.

The two quickly finished their song. “Please don’t start singing Bruno, no no no! Please don’t start singing Brunoooo!!!”

“Complaining?” The impositor Klopp laughed, putting back on his blue hat. “It sounds like some botched Broadway parody! And Andrew?” He pointed to Robertson, who was currently stuffing his face with oatmeal. “You could afford to eat neatly once in a while.”

The Scot frowned, pushing away his bowl, and that was when the real Klopp saw…well, you know what color he saw.

“Jonas, that was totally unnecessary!” he scolded the impositor version of himself, brandishing his ashwood bat. “He was eating perfectly neatly and it was a healthy portion!”

“I was advising him on his manners!”

“Maybe you could afford some!”

“These are the things that make me bang my head on Oscar’s can!”

“These are the things that cause anorexia!”

Both Klopps went on arguing for the rest of breakfast. By the end, they were the only ones at the table.

“The sooner I get Jonas out of here, the better,” Klopp muttered to himself as he paced the office. “He and I look exactly alike except for our different hats, but he’s…so different. He’ll ruin the whole squad!”

“Whoo…” Ludger hooted, as if to say “you should have more trust in your twin, Jurgen”.

“No Ludger, I have to get him out of here. But how?” Klopp stared at the newest squad picture on the wall. There was him, the real Klopp, right there, holding Florrie with Ludger perched on his shoulder. “He does not exist in this world. So he’s from another world, or somebody’s playing a really convincing trick on me.”

“Whoooo!”

“Yeah, Ludger, who? Who could be trying to ruin our sacred Liverpool empire out of sheer jealousy, fear or obsessive United support? Who, I say, who?”

“Um, boss?”

Klopp paused his ranting. Milner was standing in front of him, holding up something. A gray wig.

“I think we found the impositor’s identity.”

“Who did?”

The last part seemed to slow down time to a grinding halt. “Bobby.”

Milner had pulled Klopp out of his office, all the way to the assembly hall. He pulled the door open, to reveal Alisson bound up in a chair.

“WHAT?!” Klopp whipped out his pocket knife, preparing to untie Alisson. “Why is Ali tied up? Why haven’t you done anything, Milly?”

“HIS KID! HIS KID!” Robertson chanted from outside the door, holding up a banner that read, Alisson is the Gaffer’s Kid!

“Hendo and I began getting suspicious after breakfast,” Milner explained. “We knew that you don’t have a twin. You don’t even have a brother. So it had to be a prank.”

“What if it was…magic?” Klopp didn’t like that implication. “I mean, would somebody walk around pretending to be my twin? I hardly see it coming.”

Henderson came in, hiding something behind his back. He nodded at Klopp and took a seat near the wall.

“At first, we thought that it was Guardiola or Neville, one of them trying to mess up the team’s bond,” the skipper continued. “Then Bobby mentioned how he hadn’t seen Alisson since before breakfast.”

“We linked everything up.” Milner held up the wig. “Bobby told us you’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed earlier, and how Ali never misses a meal. And so we wnt into Ali’s room--and found him taking off the same gray wig that ‘Jonas’ was wearing--and with the same blue cap on his bed.”

“And we Nab-y-ed ‘im!” Henderson finished, holding up a rope.

“Wait, hold on!” Klopp signalled a time-out, pointing to Alisson. “So he’s Jonas?!”

“It was just supposed to be a joke, boss!” Alisson protested, still trying to escape the ropes. “I just thought you needed a laugh. I didn’t think you’d get this mad!”

“Well, think about it!” Milner snapped back. “Because he was mad!”

“Mad? No!” Klopp shook his head, beginning to cut the ropes binding Alisson’ feet to the chair. “I just thought it was sabotage! If I knew one of you was just playing a joke, I would go on with it!”

“You want me to go on with it?” Alisson asked, surprised at his boss’s response. “But…you know now! What’s the point of keeping up, anyways? I mean, no offense to you, but,” the keeper chuckled, “pretending to be your super-annoying, thorn-in-your-side twin brother isn’t exactly how I want to spend the rest of my summer.”

“Well, how about this, Ali?” Klopp finished freeing Alisson, pulling him up to a stand. “You, Milly, Hendo, Bobby and I know, but the rest of the team doesn’t. How about we extend ‘July Fools’ Day’ for a while?”

Alisson grinned. “I’d like that very much, bro.”

At training that day, Alisson was still missing. Who was still there was…Jonas Klopp.

“You are SO annoying!” Jurgen Klopp groaned as his “twin” managed to make it through the hurdles without tripping. “How come I got all the clumsy genes?”

“You think that’s bad?” Jonas Klopp shot back, approaching his “brother”. “You got all the social genes!”

“Gene hog!”

“Gene bull!”

“Is that even a term?!”

“Honestly, stop fighting!” Lijnders chastised them, walking past with a clipboard in his hands. “You two fight like Kilkenny cats!”

“Okay,” Jurgen Klopp muttered, before dragging the other away into the office. “We’ll sort it out inside my office.”

They barely managed to get inside the office with straight faces. As soon as Klopp pushed up the door, he and Alisson burst into laughter.

“They’ll never know!” Alisson sighed, finally collapsing into a seat as he took off his wig. “Will they, boss?”

“Our secret is safe with me as long as you like,” Klopp assured the Brazilian. He took a seat as well, still amused from the practical joke. “But what will we say?”

“Say when?”

“When you have to come back to training.”

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The Simultaneous Orgasms Of Sarah Pinkerly (FICTOID)

Where the mirror came from, Sarah couldn’t tell.

She found it in the attic of the old family manor where her employers told her to go up and poke around and find anything she might want for her room.

While the family renovated and modernized the rest of the house, they made sure the staff remained acutely aware of their status by living in quarters filled with old furniture not fancy enough to be considered antique but certainly banged up enough to be called used.

As the new nanny, Sarah could expect nothing more. Advanced electronics and other modern technology packed the children’s play and class rooms, but she lived a Mary Popping / Sound Of Music existence in a third floor back bedroom.

Nonetheless, she felt satisfied with her position.

She found the mirror wrapped tightly in canvas secured by a rope, When she untied the bindings and removed the cloth, she saw that while quite plain and unadorned, the mirror appeared quite old, perhaps dating back as far as the beginning of the 19th century or the end of the 18th.

She took it down to her room and set it up in a corner, using it to make sure she looked perfect in her nanny uniform every morning before going to awaken the children.

She didn’t discover its power until weeks later.

She just finished showering and before donning her bedclothes for the night, decided to do a cancer self-exam before the mirror.

As she checked herself for marks or moles or odd little lumps, she felt a strange warmth passing over her, not a feverish feeling but something warm and pleasant, like a cozy quilt on a winter’s night.

Her cancer self-exam turned into a self-exam of an entirely different sort, and once she finished to her own satisfaction, she wondered why she indulged herself.

Sarah Pinkerly was far from prudish, but she wasn’t a sybarite, either.

While she performed her nanny duties in a perfectly professional display of decorum, at night on her own she found herself standing before the mirror again and again.

She couldn’t imagine why she indulged herself so often but since it did no harm nor affected her duties, she continued night after night.

On the other side of the globe on the continent of Australia, sixty thousand Australians found themselves shaking with orgasmic intensity on a regular basis.

All could trace their bloodlines to a young Irish lass transported to Australia long ago. She fell in love with a British army captain and when he returned to England, she gave him a gift of the mirror.

“Stand before it every night,” she told him, “and I will be with thee.”

The Irish had a thing for magic back then.

The captain accepted the gift, shipped it home with him, and promptly stored it away.

He was a British military officer, what did he care about an Irish transportee no matter how fair and loving she was?

The mirror passed down through his family generation to generation, once every twenty years or so somebody taking the cloth off, looking at it, then deciding they didn’t want it downstairs and returning it to the dusty attic.

The Irish lass found another and begat several children, and they begat several children, and so on and so on and so on.

The spell she cast required a drop of her blood, and that forever linked the mirror to her descendants.

As for the captain, he was promoted to major, reassigned to India, and eventually died with his head on a pike and his genitals in his mouth in the mountains of Afghanistan.

Don’t break an Irish lass’ heart.

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Finding Your Perfect Feather Down Pillow: How to Choose the Right One Online

A restful night's sleep is a precious commodity, and one of the key contributors to a comfortable slumber is a quality pillow. Feather down pillows, known for their luxurious feel and natural materials, are a popular choice for many sleep enthusiasts. With the convenience of online shopping, finding the right feather-down pillow has never been easier. However, the variety of options can be overwhelming. In this guide, we'll walk you through the process of selecting the perfect feather down pillow online, ensuring that you make a choice that leads to blissful nights of sleep.

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Fill Power: Fill power measures the quality of down in the pillow. Higher fill power indicates larger, more resilient down clusters that provide better support and insulation. Look for pillows with a fill power of at least 600 for optimal quality.

Cover Material: The cover fabric plays a role in the pillow's comfort and durability. Choose covers made from natural materials like cotton or organic fabrics for breathability and softness.

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Tips for Choosing the Right Feather Down Pillow Online:

Read Product Descriptions: Pay close attention to the product descriptions to understand the pillow's firmness, fill power, and materials used.

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Consider Allergies: If you have allergies, ensure that the pillow is hypoallergenic and has been treated to remove allergens.

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Reading Between the Lines: Decoding Product Descriptions

When browsing feather-down pillows online, understanding product descriptions is key to making an informed choice. Here's what to look for:

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Firmness: Descriptions may use terms like "soft," "medium," or "firm" to indicate the pillow's feel. Match the firmness to your sleep position and comfort needs.

Cover Material: Information about the cover material and thread count can give you an idea of the pillow's overall quality and durability.

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Budget: Set a budget range before browsing to narrow down your options and avoid overspending.

Reviews: Take customer reviews seriously. Real-world experiences can provide insights into comfort, durability, and overall satisfaction.

Trial Periods and Return Policies: If the pillow comes with a trial period or flexible return policy, it's an opportunity to test the pillow's comfort over several nights.

Combination of Pillows: If you're unable to find a single pillow that meets all your needs, consider using a combination of pillows. For example, you might use a firmer feather-down pillow underneath a softer one.

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Holidays 3.18

Holidays

Anniversary of the Oil Expropriation (Mexico)

Awkward Moments Day

Bindus Diena (The Day the Bears Wake from Hibernation; Ancient Latvia)

Carnival of Body Music

Cheikh Al Maarouf Day (Comoros)

Day of Action Against Bullying and Violence (Australia)

De Molay Day

Electric Razor Day

Flag Day (Aruba)

Forgive Mom and Dad Day

Gallipoli Memorial Day (Turkey)

Global Recycling Day

Grandparents' & Grandchildren's Day (Michigan)

International Day of Revolutionary Political Prisoners

Make Peace with Your Parents Day

Men’s and Soldiers Day (Mongolia)

My Whole Self Day (UK)

National Anthem and Flag Day (Aruba)

National Biodiesel Day

National Child Sexual Exploitation Awareness Day

National Day of Remembrance for COVID-19 Victims (Italy)

National Farm Rescuer Day

National Natural Gas Utility Workers’ Day

National Public Defender Day

National Supreme Sacrifice Day

Oil Expropriation Day (Mexico)

Ordnance Factories’ Day (India)

Paris Commune Anniversary Day

Stab e-Barat (Night of Records; Bangladesh)

Sheelah's Day (a.k.a. Sheela Na Gig; Australia, Canada, Ireland)

Sheep and Goats Separation Day

South Carolina Day (South Carolina)

Space Walk Day

Sparky the Fire Dog Day

Supreme Sacrifice Day (Congo)

Take Down Tobacco Day

Teacher’s Day (Syria)

Transit Driver Appreciation Day

Trisomy 18 Awareness Day

World Eagle Day

World Juvenile Arthritis Day

World Young Rheumatic Diseases Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

National Jambon Day (Ireland)

National Lacy Oatmeal Cookie Day

National Sloppy Joe Day

Oatmeal Cookie Day

St. Broccoli Day

3rd Saturday in March

Girl Scout Sabbath [3rd Saturday]

International Sports Car Racing Day [3rd Saturday]

Maple Syrup Saturday [3rd Saturday]

National Corn Dog Day [3rd Saturday]

National Quilting Day [3rd Saturday]

National Tequila Day (Mexico) [3rd Saturday]

Recorder Day (a.k.a. Play the Recorder Day) [3rd Saturday]

Save the Florida Panther Day (Florida) [3rd Saturday]

World Blender Meetup Day [3rd Saturday]

World Whisky Day [3rd Saturday]

Worldwide Quilting Day [3rd Saturday]

Feast Days

Alexander of Jerusalem (Christian; Saint)

Anselm of Lucca (Christian; Saint)

Asklepieia (Ancient Greece)

Barney Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Cyril of Jerusalem (Christian; Saint)

Edward the Martyr (a.k.a. Edward, King of England; Christian; Saint)

Exorcist Day (Make the Spirits Disappear; Pastafarian)

Fridianus (a.k.a. Fridian; Christian; Saint)

Goddess of Fertility Day

John Updike (Humanism; Saint)

Oide Matsuri (Departure Festival; Shinto; Japan)

Philo Zilfinger (Muppetism)

Salvator (Christian; Saint)

Socrates (Positivist; Saint)

Usajingu Reitaisai (Shinto; Japan)

Vodka Day (Pastafarian)

Waqf al Arafa (Islam)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Unlucky 18th (Philippines) [1 of 3]

Premieres

Alexander’s Ragtime Band published (Song; 1911)

Allegiant (Film; 2016)

The Bronze (Film; 2016)

Cedar Rapids (Film; 2011)

The Da Vinci Code, by Dan Brown (Novel; 2003)

D.O.A. (Film; 1988)

Dominick and Eugene (Film; 1988)

Getz/Gilberto, by Stan Getz and João Gilberto (Album; 1964)

Ice Princess (Film; 2005)

The Man Who Fell To Earth (Film; 1976)

Mickey’s Mellerdrammer (Disney Cartoon; 1933)

The Milagro Beanfield War (Film; 1988)

Naked Gun 33-1/3: The Final Insult (Film; 1994)

Paul (Film; 2011)

Pee Wee’s Big Holiday (Film; 2016)

Rio Bravo (Film; 1960)

Steamboy (Anime Film; 2005)

Whatever and Ever Amen, by Ben Folds Five (Album; 1997)

White Riot, by The Clash (Song; 1977)

Today’s Name Days

Cyrill, Edward, Sibylle (Austria)

Ćiril, Edo, Eduard, Spasoje (Croatia)

Eduard (Czech Republic)

Alexander (Denmark)

Edi, Eduard, Eedi, Eedo, Eedu (Estonia)

Edvard, Eetu (Finland)

Cyrille (France)

Edward, Cyrill, Sibylle (Germany)

Edward (Greece)

Ede, Sándor (Hungary)

Cirillo, Salvatore (Italy)

Adelīna, Ilona, Razna, Sartite (Latvia)

Anzelmas, Eimutė, Eimutis, Sibilė (Lithuania)

Aleksander, Edvard, Sander (Norway)

Aleksander, Anzelm, Boguchwał, Cyryl, Edward, Narcyz, Narcyza, Salwator (Poland)

Chiril (Romania)

Eduard (Slovakia)

Cirilo, Eduardo (Spain)

Edmund, Edvard (Sweden)

Cyril, Cyrilla, Grover, Salvador, Salvatore, Sibyl, Sybil, Sybilla (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 77 of 2023; 288 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 6 of week 11 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Nuin (Ash) [Day 28 of 28]

Chinese: Month 2 (Yi-Mao), Day 27 (Yi-Hai)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 25 Adar 5783

Islamic: 25 Sha’ban 1444

J Cal: 16 Ver; Twosday [16 of 30]

Julian: 5 March 2023

Moon: 12%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 21 Aristotle (3rd Month) [Socrates]

Runic Half Month: Beore (Birch Tree) [Day 8 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 88 of 90)

Zodiac: Pisces (Day 27 of 29)

Birthdays

John Smith (1824)

William Ebling (1828)

James Toohey (1850)

John Updike (1932)

Jason Chavez (1968)

Alexandra Nowell (1985)

Events

J. Ernest Miller patented a Design for a Beer Mug (1873)

Philip Best Brewing changed their name to Pabst Brewing (1889)

Anthony & Michael Stiveson patented a Metallic Keg (1890)

New England Brewers Association founded (1902)

UK Gov't declared a proper pour of a pint of beer to be 95% liquid (2002)

S.S. Steiner patented the Hop Plant Named “Bravo” (2008)

Chikamitsu Takagi patented a Bottle Cap Opener (2014)

#calendar #Holidays

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brookstonalmanac · 1 year

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Holidays 3.18

Holidays

Anniversary of the Oil Expropriation (Mexico)

Awkward Moments Day

Bindus Diena (The Day the Bears Wake from Hibernation; Ancient Latvia)

Carnival of Body Music

Cheikh Al Maarouf Day (Comoros)

Day of Action Against Bullying and Violence (Australia)

De Molay Day

Electric Razor Day

Flag Day (Aruba)

Forgive Mom and Dad Day

Gallipoli Memorial Day (Turkey)

Global Recycling Day

Grandparents' & Grandchildren's Day (Michigan)

International Day of Revolutionary Political Prisoners

Make Peace with Your Parents Day

Men’s and Soldiers Day (Mongolia)

My Whole Self Day (UK)

National Anthem and Flag Day (Aruba)

National Biodiesel Day

National Child Sexual Exploitation Awareness Day

National Day of Remembrance for COVID-19 Victims (Italy)

National Farm Rescuer Day

National Natural Gas Utility Workers’ Day

National Public Defender Day

National Supreme Sacrifice Day

Oil Expropriation Day (Mexico)

Ordnance Factories’ Day (India)

Paris Commune Anniversary Day

Stab e-Barat (Night of Records; Bangladesh)

Sheelah's Day (a.k.a. Sheela Na Gig; Australia, Canada, Ireland)

Sheep and Goats Separation Day

South Carolina Day (South Carolina)

Space Walk Day

Sparky the Fire Dog Day

Supreme Sacrifice Day (Congo)

Take Down Tobacco Day

Teacher’s Day (Syria)

Transit Driver Appreciation Day

Trisomy 18 Awareness Day

World Eagle Day

World Juvenile Arthritis Day

World Young Rheumatic Diseases Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

National Jambon Day (Ireland)

National Lacy Oatmeal Cookie Day

National Sloppy Joe Day

Oatmeal Cookie Day

St. Broccoli Day

3rd Saturday in March

Girl Scout Sabbath [3rd Saturday]

International Sports Car Racing Day [3rd Saturday]

Maple Syrup Saturday [3rd Saturday]

National Corn Dog Day [3rd Saturday]

National Quilting Day [3rd Saturday]

National Tequila Day (Mexico) [3rd Saturday]

Recorder Day (a.k.a. Play the Recorder Day) [3rd Saturday]

Save the Florida Panther Day (Florida) [3rd Saturday]

World Blender Meetup Day [3rd Saturday]

World Whisky Day [3rd Saturday]

Worldwide Quilting Day [3rd Saturday]

Feast Days

Alexander of Jerusalem (Christian; Saint)

Anselm of Lucca (Christian; Saint)

Asklepieia (Ancient Greece)

Barney Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Cyril of Jerusalem (Christian; Saint)

Edward the Martyr (a.k.a. Edward, King of England; Christian; Saint)

Exorcist Day (Make the Spirits Disappear; Pastafarian)

Fridianus (a.k.a. Fridian; Christian; Saint)

Goddess of Fertility Day

John Updike (Humanism; Saint)

Oide Matsuri (Departure Festival; Shinto; Japan)

Philo Zilfinger (Muppetism)

Salvator (Christian; Saint)

Socrates (Positivist; Saint)

Usajingu Reitaisai (Shinto; Japan)

Vodka Day (Pastafarian)

Waqf al Arafa (Islam)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Unlucky 18th (Philippines) [1 of 3]

Premieres

Alexander’s Ragtime Band published (Song; 1911)

Allegiant (Film; 2016)

The Bronze (Film; 2016)

Cedar Rapids (Film; 2011)

The Da Vinci Code, by Dan Brown (Novel; 2003)

D.O.A. (Film; 1988)

Dominick and Eugene (Film; 1988)

Getz/Gilberto, by Stan Getz and João Gilberto (Album; 1964)

Ice Princess (Film; 2005)

The Man Who Fell To Earth (Film; 1976)

Mickey’s Mellerdrammer (Disney Cartoon; 1933)

The Milagro Beanfield War (Film; 1988)

Naked Gun 33-1/3: The Final Insult (Film; 1994)

Paul (Film; 2011)

Pee Wee’s Big Holiday (Film; 2016)

Rio Bravo (Film; 1960)

Steamboy (Anime Film; 2005)

Whatever and Ever Amen, by Ben Folds Five (Album; 1997)

White Riot, by The Clash (Song; 1977)

Today’s Name Days

Cyrill, Edward, Sibylle (Austria)

Ćiril, Edo, Eduard, Spasoje (Croatia)

Eduard (Czech Republic)

Alexander (Denmark)

Edi, Eduard, Eedi, Eedo, Eedu (Estonia)

Edvard, Eetu (Finland)

Cyrille (France)

Edward, Cyrill, Sibylle (Germany)

Edward (Greece)

Ede, Sándor (Hungary)

Cirillo, Salvatore (Italy)

Adelīna, Ilona, Razna, Sartite (Latvia)

Anzelmas, Eimutė, Eimutis, Sibilė (Lithuania)

Aleksander, Edvard, Sander (Norway)

Aleksander, Anzelm, Boguchwał, Cyryl, Edward, Narcyz, Narcyza, Salwator (Poland)

Chiril (Romania)

Eduard (Slovakia)

Cirilo, Eduardo (Spain)

Edmund, Edvard (Sweden)

Cyril, Cyrilla, Grover, Salvador, Salvatore, Sibyl, Sybil, Sybilla (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 77 of 2023; 288 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 6 of week 11 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Nuin (Ash) [Day 28 of 28]

Chinese: Month 2 (Yi-Mao), Day 27 (Yi-Hai)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 25 Adar 5783

Islamic: 25 Sha’ban 1444

J Cal: 16 Ver; Twosday [16 of 30]

Julian: 5 March 2023

Moon: 12%: Waning Crescent

Positivist: 21 Aristotle (3rd Month) [Socrates]

Runic Half Month: Beore (Birch Tree) [Day 8 of 15]

Season: Winter (Day 88 of 90)

Zodiac: Pisces (Day 27 of 29)

Birthdays

John Smith (1824)

William Ebling (1828)

James Toohey (1850)

John Updike (1932)

Jason Chavez (1968)

Alexandra Nowell (1985)

Events

J. Ernest Miller patented a Design for a Beer Mug (1873)

Philip Best Brewing changed their name to Pabst Brewing (1889)

Anthony & Michael Stiveson patented a Metallic Keg (1890)

New England Brewers Association founded (1902)

UK Gov't declared a proper pour of a pint of beer to be 95% liquid (2002)

S.S. Steiner patented the Hop Plant Named “Bravo” (2008)

Chikamitsu Takagi patented a Bottle Cap Opener (2014)

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