#a.loe

[wisdomlibrarian]

#Yᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ #┊ Aʟᴏɢᴀɪᴀ #changing A.lo's hair was not part of the plan to do these references #but here we are

[pixasanali]

30 ans mode d'emploi streaming oscars

r le 30-04-2020 à 19h47. Les Oscars s'ouvrent exceptionnellement au streaming

Katherine Heigl, Josh Duhamel et Melissa McCarthy, nommée aux Oscars, sont à l'affiche de cette comédie romantique. More Details. Watch offline. Available to

La Cérémonie des Oscars du cinéma, Academy Awards en anglais, décerne chaque LULEK Michel, « Les règles d'un bon discours », Association mode d'emploi

30 juin 2022 / Documentaire, Musical. De Oscar Kightley. Avec Judd Apatow 5 Chef-d'oeuvre. Envie de voir. Bande-annonce 40 ans : mode d'emploi </p><br>https://vidomofod.tumblr.com/post/693523390426988544/manuel-d-utilisation-suzuki-swift-2011, https://vidomofod.tumblr.com/post/693523390426988544/manuel-d-utilisation-suzuki-swift-2011, https://vidomofod.tumblr.com/post/693522883360735232/aspirateur-karcher-a-2003-mode-demploi-iphone, https://vidomofod.tumblr.com/post/693522883360735232/aspirateur-karcher-a-2003-mode-demploi-iphone, https://vidomofod.tumblr.com/post/693523390426988544/manuel-d-utilisation-suzuki-swift-2011.

#http://vk.cc/c7jKeU #nofollow #<p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p><center>30 ANS MODE D'EMPLOI STREAMING OSCARS >> <strong><u><a href= rel= target=" #<br> impact de netflix sur le cinéma #<br> netflix tue le cinéma #<br> le streaming tué le cinéma #<br> avenir du cinéma #<br> cinéma vs streaming #<br> netflix un danger pour le cinéma #<br> #<br> </p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>A.Lo. avec BELGA. Publié le 29-04-2020 à 07h45 - Mis à jou

[glitchychaos]

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[spokenforinvaliduser]

a.lo which anime is that

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[jujuygrafico]

Limpieza de arroyos, canales y cauces en Palpalá

#Servicios #Municipio #Jujuy | Limpieza de arroyos, canales y cauces en #Palpalá

Se mantiene limpieza de los arroyos, canales y cauces en Palpalá trabajando desde hace semanas bajo el puente derivador a la Ruta Provincial Nº 1 liberando los dos canales, en barrio Constitución conexión a Martijena, además se efectuaron labores en el arroyo del medio entre los barrios 9 de Julio y Santa Bárbara A.Los trabajos son de vital importancia para que en esta época estival no ocurran…

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#arroyos #canales #COEM #Comité Operativo de Emergencia Municipal #Concejo Deliberante #Fabián Rodríguez #Guardia Urbana #José Luis Mentesana #Palpalá #Recurso Hídricos #Rubén Eduardo Rivarola #Ruta Nº 1 #Ruta Provincial Nº 1 #Servicios Públicos

[americapiner]

Wall of sound grateful dead

Wall of sound grateful dead full#

The Best Home Speakers for Room-Filling SoundWhether you want an Alexa device in your kitchen or want to stream music in your bedroom, these are the best home speakers for small spaces.Īlex.and Sound of Metal.Matt Petit - Handout/A.Los Angeles Ap1:26 pm ET SOUTHBURY, Conn. Letterman was there t… 5 billion for the complex not just the stadium? BoltUp Is this on the same grounds where the OG LA Forum was?Ĭourteney Cox and Daughter Coco Sound Amazing Performing Taylor Swift's 'Cardigan'The cover I didn't know I needed. SoFi Stadium: With Good Sound, Great Seating And A Sea Breeze, It’s $5 Billion Well Spent“I’ve never been in a space station before,” said David Letterman onstage last Sunday as he looked around the gleaming cavern of SoFi Stadium in Los Angeles. Cons- not only have we had animation for decades but the decades of motion capture and voice performance it’s about time the TheAcademy recognised outstanding vocal performance/ motion capture work. 👏 Cons- still not recognising the work of stunt choreography and their teams. Congratulations Oscars, you played yourselves, again. Cons: thinking Chadwick Boseman would win the Oscar at the very end breaking best picture tradition. Oscars Post Mortem: Sound Pros Evaluate Pros/Cons of New Best Sound CategoryThis year the Oscars introduced a newly-named best sound award, combining the prior best sound editing and mixing categories. 'Sound of Metal' Tops CAS Sound Mixing Awards'Sound of Metal,' 'Soul,' 'The Mandalorian' among winners of Cinema Audio Society Awards for sound mixing.

Wall of sound grateful dead full#

Read more >ħ Days in a row, Breaking! 168 hours, or 7 full days, on average: Wind electricity in UK & Scotland = 5.4% capacity good luck fat_man_rocks_ If only he had a mini hologram Grateful Dead to play through it. Most Americans see Trump's MAGA as threat to democracy: Reuters/Ipsos pollĭays after Democratic President Joe Biden gave a fiery speech attacking former President Donald Trump and his Republican allies as an extremist threat, a Reuters/Ipsos poll completed on Wednesday found a majority of Americans believe Trump's movement is undermining democracy. Coscia has labored four hours a day over two months, creating a social-media phenomenon among Deadheads, few of whom experienced the Wall of Sound-he didn’t either-but who hold it in mythical status for its size and pioneering of high fidelity concert audio. It’s a mind blower.”Stuck home during Covid-19, Mr. “I mean, look, I absolutely love what he’s doing. “He’s nuts,” says Richard Pechner, a former roadie who had the grueling job of assembling the real wall each show. Fans were blown away, but the wall only lasted a year.Nearly 50 years later, Anthony Coscia has built a one-sixth scale model in his basement-and fans are going wild once again. “It’s a massive glorified clock radio.” One Grateful Dead fan’s quest to build a replica of the Wall of Sound.Īnthony Coscia spent two months building a working one-sixth replica of the legendary ‘Wall of Sound’ system, to the delight of Deadheads everywhereĪp1:26 pm ETSOUTHBURY, Conn.-In 1974 the Grateful Dead revolutionized concert audio with a three-story, 28,800-watt system called the Wall of Sound.

#Wall of sound grateful dead

[cookie-cutter-communications]

Wading through the bodies to exit the building was not the most pleasant thing to do, but considering the only one within the party that could fly was currently weighing down the most agile of them... This was the only way out. "It is unfortunate... That there is so much stained red..." The scientist would murmur, keeping the newcomer close as they walked side by side. Though unseen to those two, Roguefort would grimace at the prospect that so much blood was spilled. "Regretful, yes, but... I would have done that and more in that state if it were to keep you both safe from this place and those... things..." "...I mean our clothing, Roguefort."

It took the thief a moment to process that the matter was not as serious as they took it to be. Well- perhaps it was- considering how much these outfits meant for their freedom. They'd look back at the other two, confused for a moment, but... "Ah, I- I see..." They'd fumble, giving a dry, sheepish laugh as they turned back around. "No worries... I am certain there will be a way to get any and all bloodstains out... And if I do not know a way, I will learn such. It would be a shame if you and Cyborg's work became tarnished so soon after it was made." Aloe would give a hum of acknowledgment, and silence would be brought between them as they finally dragged themselves out of the building they were tossed in. Such a horrible place... If Aloe had the authority, they would tear this place down.

Both Aloe and Roguefort would take glances around the area, their respective grips tightening upon those they held and carried. "It... Has suddenly gotten so late. Was it not broad daylight out when you two had gotten caught?" Aloe's look of scrutiny to all that surrounded them lightened up, looking to the attention that was placed upon them. "Oh, well, yes... Most do not notice since there is no thought given towards it, but the time of day can change drastically depending on the desires of... Well, let's just say it decides what will 'suit the mood' of a situation." There was a gaze of scrutiny upon Aloe, one that made them look away.

"Oh, I-I think I know..." The soft words of Mint caught the attention of both the researcher and gem procurer. "U-um...! Well, you see... The world gets tired just like people do, so... It- It goes to sleep! And then everything becomes dark! I... I would be tired, too, after what it had to see with- with u-us!" There was a pause, the thief for a moment believing it to be true while Aloe simply sighed and shook their head. "Your head is more hollow than I took it for..." Mint thankfully would only look in confusion, not even processing something that could be seen as an insult. "No matter, you will learn how the world truly works in due time. I suppose that goes for the both of you- but one of you needs to learn more than the other." "And which one is that?" "I... You will know once we are back home." Home? There was a place such as that? The musician would blink, not having much time to process such a simple sentence before Aloe would bring him along and motion for the thief to follow. The four of them were going 'home'. But he already had a home, didn't he? Where was that? No, that- that was back where all those bodies were. The sight of red was still fresh in his mind, Mint wasn't sure what to make of it. He wasn't sure what to make of anything, truly.

The streets are empty. Dark and empty. As much anxiety could be instilled from such a thing, the lack of husks around was more of a blessing of safety than a curse of loneliness. The only sounds were that of the group's footsteps and the sound of water from a running fountain nearby. "You know... For a city as big and expansive as this, there seem to be so few places that seem significant. That, and..." Roguefort's gaze would lift, trying to see if they could find any other notable buildings. They all looked so similar to one another, almost copy-pasted. "Everything looks so similar." How had they not noted this before? Well, obviously they were thoughtless, but how could they even spot the places where paintings were when the whole city seemed like this?

The scientist would hum as they attempted to formulate a proper answer, though they didn't answer just yet. Rather, they overheard the doe-eyed survivor humming with him. "O-oh, am I being too loud?" Mint seemed embarrassed. Not that he recognized that feeling, and thankfully it wasn't a negative one, but it still existed within his body. "Sorry, your hum just hit a perfect low C, and I um... Wanted to harmonize with it. It's like the first note in the piece I play..." "Piece... Singular?" Aloe questioned, genuinely curious about the word usage. "Well, yes! I-I wouldn't need to play anything else..." "...I see."

The solid sound of shoes on concrete would permeate the air for the next few moments, only to be followed by Aloe finally answering the aforementioned question. "It is a design choice, of sorts. It helps buildings that do have importance to stand out. Your manor, for example, has importance since it is where you and your 'character' would reside, along with all the paintings you used to procure. My lab, too, differentiates by virtue of being a location where Cyborg and myself once resided." "Character..." Roguefort would ponder, sight falling from the buildings to the cement. "Is that another name for husks? How they act being known as their 'character'?" "Precisely... Though we can discuss this more later, yes? We should be getting close to your home..." "Our home." Aloe blinked, almost stopping in their tracks. They shook their head at such a prospect. "It does not belong to us. It is your's, and we are simply residing in it." "Ah, say what you will... I will continue to call it our's. After all, it is a place of safety against all of what is out here for all of us... And we all need a place to call home- so why not have one together?" "..." "That's what I thought."

#a.loe #rogue.fort #mint.choco #Written by Yours Truly #cookie run au #attempting to explain what not even you fully understand hmm? how foolish #not even explaining what is vital to them either- hah- not that it matters in the end #look at your sweet souls all wishing for something more than simply being a character #why even now you are following our path- how cute!!

[octaviocruz]

Hoy me doy cuenta que los verdaderos heroes son los villanos, que fueron resultado de una sociedad,putrida, almenos ellos son honestos en su cinismo. Porque solo lo.que la sociedad te da una palmada en la espalda y por dentro, te putea y al darse la vuelta tu eres nada, siendo sinceros a nadie realmente le importa más que lo que hay enfrente de nuestras narices ,mientras puedas dar la gente mostrará. Agradecimiento y cuando dejas de ser útil la gente se aleja, eh tratado de ser héroe ¿Para que para que la gente solo te de palmadas? Y te diga lo bueno que eres y si no lo eres. Para la sociedad. Te lo dice nadie se queda realmente, el mundo es tan egoísta. Pretendiendo ser bueno y sabio cuando está.putrido.hasta la raíz y el.villano es el honesto almenos ese individuo lleno de cinismo, talvez fue un héroe que se canso de ser recto y justo.

Dió tanto que la sociedad para que la sociedad solo le dijera que bueno eres

Creo que no entendimos a.los verdaderos villanosn talvez lo que está mal no es el el villano sino una sociedad que está podrida hasta la médula.

Hoy me vuelvo villano

[lohagoxelvicio]

Grave y triste error

Estoy negando la realidad

De que vamos a terminar

Y eso me deja con la almohada mojada de lágrimas sobre mi puta cara.

Y aunque ese 10 de diciembre nos miramos a.Los ojos y dijimos que seríamos novias en el kirchnerimo

Me late en el pecho el miedo de que no va a existir eso de volvimos mejores

O si

¿

?

[undineonmars]

time for the part of day when im sittin in my room on a friday night...a.lo

#F

[motherofscorpions]

It’s crazy how quickly I can sense when someone is trying to make me feel uncomfortable about not being well adjusted to "society" or a certain standard or criteria they deem important (could be money, beauty, body type, hair type, color, style whatever). I just sit in gratitude that I’ve overcome these limitations and empathize with them because they have not. (We all have limitations or "filters" we use to judge the world around us).

I choose compassion, always. When you learn to, you become UNBOTHERED and understand that everyone lives in their own bubble with their own thoughts, dreams, opinions. What is true in YOUR WORLD does not have to be in MINE. What is ugly to you may be beautiful to me. What is impossible to you, could very well be possible for me. Each individual is the master of their own life. Stay focused on your portion and let everyone else eat theirs.

-A.Lo

#night thoughts

[prodesaespectaculos]

#felizjueves parece que fue ayer... Cuando recibía está invitación a.los.#goya ... Fue tan mágico ... Sonora cursi pero cuando te dedicas a.ser manager que no hay carrera para ello... Y vas viendo que tu carrera profesional va teniendo sentido e incluso prestigio te planteas continuar más fuerte que nunca 👍🤵😉👏 https://www.instagram.com/p/CW-bFH-DYeS/?utm_medium=tumblr

#felizjueves #goya

[phoenix]

I just came across this blast from the past, from when I went to my very first comic convention in 2003, WizardWorld Chicago.

Back Then, there was a comic publisher known as CrossGen Comics.  They made a huge splash at the very end of the 90s, did some great stuff...and then in 2004 they folded,  In 2003, we were just starting to see the wheels coming off that particular bus, but that’s neither here nor there.

I was a big fan, I was involved in the community, posted a lot on the message boards, hung out in the chat on the website, and at WWC, I got to attend the CrossGen fan breakfast they put on.

I sat across from one of my favourite artists, Aaron Lopresti (I still call him A.Lo after some jokes being made over eggs), but more importantly, I got to meet Barbara “Beeber” Kesel.  She wrote Meridian, The First, and the first year of Sigil for CG, but also had just started writing a little comic known as Solus.

That little comic is also known as “the one and only comic that yours truly was named the official #1 fan” of for my work on a website and hyping the book.  So I knew I had to meet Beeber at the con, got my chance, and a photo.

I still need to meet the artist on the book though, some guy named George Perez.  You probably haven’t heard of him, he hasn’t really done that much...

#CrossGen Comics #Barbara Kesel #Wizard World Chicago #Solusandra #Solus #Andra Radiant #About Foenix #selfies #My face

[antion-consulting]

こにちは、今日は中国食品法規のビックニュースを発表します。

11月12日、中国国家食品安全リスク評価センターは3種類の新食品原料に対して、食葉草（Rumex patientia L.×Rumex tianshannius A.Los）、タキシフォリン（Dihydroquercetin）、ラクトバチルス・ラムノサスMP 108（Lactobacillus rhamnosus MP 108）の意見を公開しました。その中で、ラクトバチルス・ラムノサスMP 108は乳幼児用の食品に使用可能です。 関連企業は注意してください。 公式サイト：http://www.antion.net/Jp/ 業務連絡メールアドレス：[email protected]

[carlos-im-blog1]

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#miporque #millonario #lyonrich #im #imacademy #binarias #impowerful #negociosonline #negocios #trabajadesdecasa #tradingchile #forexchile #chilegram #chile #santiago #moodfuego #ganadinero #dinero #chaojefe #emprende #emprendedor #imlove #vamospormas #libertadfinanciera #opcionesbinarias #plandetrading #plandeaccion #decision #invertir #itsalreadydone

[cookie-cutter-communications]

“I’m...not?” “YOU’RE NOT REAL! G-GET AWAY FROM ME, Y-YOU…” Cyborg couldn’t think of anything to call him- whoever this was. They didn’t realize as they backed away that their blaster had fired up...And as their back hit a corner on the counter, they watched this- this thing move. He was trying to approach them, curious as to why they were so...insistent on something like this. “I may not be real, but even unreal things have na-” “THEN YOU’RE THE WORST DREAM I’VE EVER HAD!!! ROGUEY KILLED PEOPLE IN IT, AND YOU STOOD BY A-AND LET THEM!!! YOU L-LET THEM, NOBODY WOULD DO THAT!!” “...It’s hard to remember that moment…” Mint held onto one arm with the other, seeming to disapprove of the yelling. “C-Can’t we just talk…?” “You don’t remember…” The half-bot remarked, a huff escaping them as they narrowed their eyes, their mitten going to their head. “OF COURSE YOU DON’T REMEMBER!!! YOU’RE JUST A PIECE OF SOMETHING I WANT TO IMPROVE WITH MYSELF!” “....What?” “THERE’S NO WAY MY BEST FRIEND WOULD KILL PEOPLE, SO YOU’RE JUST...JUST…” “An illusion…?” “...Yeah, that.” There was a pause, and it was only after that when Mint’s eyes trailed down to the weapon pointed at him. He didn’t really seemed to react- His eyes simply became more hollow as he stared at the beacon of light. It seemed that the half-bot couldn't control their emotions anymore if they felt no resistance to doing something this drastic... “Do you have NOTHING to say?” “...I...I don’t have a lot I know I can say. I...I don’t know how I’m not real, how I’m just a part of your dream, but I can’t really say you’re wrong, either…” A hand went to his chin as he did his best to think. “...But! Something tells me you’re not right! I was there when I saw it all happen...Aloe can tell you! You...uh...You passed out, I thi-!!!”

Feeling a sudden burning pain, the pianist looked down in shock to see that there was a blow to his side- thankfully nothing as bad as what Aloe received, but… those burns were garish to gaze at. “I DIDN’T PASS OUT!!! I WAS DREAMING, YOU IDIOT!” There was oil beading from beneath their visor, the hand with the weapon trembling. “ROGUEY DID NOT KILL ANYBODY! Y-YOU’RE FAKE, SO GET OUT-” “Cyborg...wh-what the hell is going on…?” Aloe’s words got them to tense up, the trembling only getting worse. “TH-THIS IS JUST A DREAM…! THIS IS JUST….” Ah...there was blood. There was blood everywhere. The image of that nightmare was painting itself into their sight- blotching their vision. “A dream…? Cy, what-” “GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!! I KNOW THERE’S NOBODY I KNOW THAT LOOKS LIKE THAT!! WE-- WE NEVER WENT ANYWHERE TO FIND SOMEONE LIKE THIS!” There was a sob that followed, and they attempted to fire another shot, but thankfully Aloe tugged Mint away from the line of fire. They- They couldn’t just let him die! “M-Mint, you’re…” They hadn’t noticed the wound until now, and...seeing it, the scientist- “I’m alright! All I feel is something crawling on my back.” “...But...there’s nothing there...?” They murmured, running their hand along his back. “...yes there is! It’s you!” The note would have made them sigh in disappointment, but they didn’t even have the chance. They had to focus on Cyborg. “Cyborg, we were all there. I- I don’t know why you perceive it all as this bad dream of yours…” There were husks in the room. Tens of the damned laid on the floor around them, several by Cyborg’s feet. The disfigured clusters of flesh began to line the walls once more, hands reaching out for them. Blood coated their vision. They look down at the puncture wounds in the back of a nearby corpse, and their mitten began to tug on their hair. “I d-don’t want to think…” “...What?” Aloe approached them, worry covering their face. “I SAID, I DON’T WANT TO-” …

The room turned dark as arms reached around them. Not the dismembered ones, but… “I-I’m so sorry…” Was their vision black simply because of an error, or because it was drenched in oil? They shook their head when hearing such a voice, a sob escaping them. “Y-YOU’RE….YOU’RE NOT REAL!!! YOU N-NEVER DID THAT, NEVER, N-NEVER…!!!” Once more, they began to charge their blaster, aiming it about to see if they could see something- anything around them. … Nothing. They just held it ahead of them...even if they could feel it lightly brush against something, which they simply mistook for a phantom touch. For a moment, there was silence...not even a breath from the other that just spoke. “I had no other choice. Please, believe me.” “...You didn’t have a reason to do that!!! You!!! Hhh, there- there wa-asn’t…” they stammered, their voice trailing off as they heard something in that darkness. “...What are they doing?” The voice was that of the semi-organic. Their own voice, despite it coming from someplace else. That who responded had the voice of the scientist, their voice not more than a whisper. “...Saving us.” ...Saving them…? They blinked, a soft light finally peeking into their line of sight. It casted outlines onto Aloe, that new twink, and… the thief. They were clearly still bloodied, but most of it was obscure, their figure being nothing more than a silhouette eclipsing the light from behind to Cyborg. They stared, the thoughts starting to sink in. Their friend...killed somebody. Scratch that- they killed many people. More than they could count. Yet… if it weren’t for that? They would be… Their vision flickered, and it wouldn’t take long for their vision to fizzle a little in an attempt to try and snap out of it. They wanted to see Roguefort!! If not for denial, then maybe they could get some form of closure…!

The room was quiet. A little too quiet. As the half-bot’s vision slowly corrected itself from the nightmares that plagued them, they… they looked down to see their fully charged blaster placed against the thief’s head. Fear and dread filled their body as they slowly glanced up to see Aloe attempting to tend to Mint’s wound. A wound they caused. They would have reacted startled, but… there was nothing more than anguish. They didn’t mean to be so violent!!! Yet… They could have killed a friend that killed others to protect them… over some delusion? Roguefort felt the heat of the blaster die down, as the smaller trembled in their hold. “It’s- It’s okay, Cy. I’m right here...I’m right here…” They spoke as if out of breath- or as if they forgot to breathe the whole time the other was poised to purge what seemed to them as nothing more than a bad dream. Oil filled their gaze once more as they collapsed under their own weight, clinging to the taller one and apologizing profusely. They apologized, yet… they felt all the same as if they shouldn’t have even been allowed to beg for forgiveness. Oh, if only they hadn’t offered those husks some snacks… Oh, if only they weren’t denying that they were broken.

#written by yours truly #rogue.fort #a.loe #cy.borg #mint.choco #well! And here I thought this robot learned their lesson #Seems they're just back at square one aren't they? #Only getting past their fears when their emotions flare up... what a stupid toy they are. #it's a surprise they aren't one made of plastic- so all I can wonder is : how many yanks will it take for them to break?