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Andre Yanpolsky
По поводу «переговоров на Аляске». Евреи и сочувствующие зря думают, что в лице Дональда Трампа бога за бороду поймали. Дело не столько в том, что Трамп - вор, российский агент и негодяй, а в том, что он плохо кончит. США он приведет к экономической и политической катастрофам - хорошо, если обойдется без гражданской войны, в чем я уже не уверен.
Так вот, после того, как он плохо кончит, нынешний уровень антисемитизма покажется нам всем цветочками, ибо теорий заговоров о том, «кто за всем этим блядством стоит» уже и так полно. Блядство - вообще всё, что мрази делают внутри страны и снаружи. От «тарифов» до «мирных переговоров» и «ультиматумов» путину.
Поэтому повторюсь - я с 2017 года одно и то же долдоню - не надо все яйца в одну корзину, особенно в такую.
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Alexander Kovalenko
чем грозит установка на «камикадзе» мин ПТМ-3
В Украине был верифицирован новый тип Shahed-136 с установленными под его крыльями двумя противотанковыми минами ПТМ-3. Это нововведение значительно расширило возможности российских оккупантов по террору, а также повысило уровень угрозы от дронов-камикадзе.
Прежде всего давайте разберемся, что такое ПТМ-3. Это противотанковая мина, применяемая для дистанционного минирования территории. Она обладает небольшим весом – 4,9 кг с наполнением взрывчатого вещества – 1,8 кг.
Опасность мины в том, что она имеет неконтактный магнитный детонатор, реагирующий на металл. В первую очередь речь идет об автотранспорте, бронетехнике и так далее, но если к мине подойдет человек, на котором есть металлический предмет массой более 50 грамм, то мина отреагирует и на него.
Примечательно то, что ПТМ-3 на российских ударных дронах встречается уже не в первый раз и РОВ регулярно пытается интегрировать этот боеприпас в свои воздушные средства поражения.Read more... )

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Aug. 11th, 2025 08:11 am
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High-speed low-budget version: the colors of the historic seaside vacation town are Blue and White, to evoke a strongly Nautical theme.

I will probably have more to say once I get back to Albany. I’m glad to have had a chance, however brief, to see a bit of the Chesapeake!

The Beltway itself is its own cultural experience.
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Female sea otters have the ability to delay implantation of a fertilized embryo. This means after mating, the embryo doesn’t immediately attach to the uterus wall to begin developing. Instead, it stays in a suspended state for several months. This delay allows the mother to time the birth of her pup to the most favorable season when food is abundant and conditions are safer for raising a young otter.

This reproductive strategy helps sea otters maximize the survival chances of their pups in the wild!

Just one thing: 11 August 2025

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Comment with Just One Thing you've accomplished in the last 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing that you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.

Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling particularly accomplished!

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Challenge 196: Green

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Genshin Impact (Venti)
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CMXL ~ Duelling Hunger

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The Red Choplet has a safe place the others can rest

He returns swiftly with the spoils of their recent battle

Time to get back into fighting form!

как так?!

Aug. 11th, 2025 02:21 pm
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неделю назад ночью вырубалось электричество на пару часов. сбросились часы, которые у меня питаются от USB. они, вообще-то, с батарейкой, и обычно держат пропадание питания. я решил, что батарейка (таблетка) сдохла и надо заменить. но не успел. в выходные мы ездили в Е-бург. я обычно отключаю электричество в квартире (кроме холодильника), если собираюсь удалиться от дома больше чем на 100 км. часы, разумеется, тоже были обесточены. вернулся через почти двое суток, включил - а часы не сбросились! чудеса...
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вышло обновление на той неделе. а мне чота всё некогда ни поиграть, ни свежие фото обработать (но уже скоро будут новые).
в обновлении WoW, понятное дело, опять сломались все адд-оны. но эти рукожопы мало того, что похерили, что добрые люди насоздавали для удобства игроков, так они ещё и новых глюков насовали, при том, что никак не могут исправить старые лет десять уже!

- "персонаж с таким именем уже существует" - это когда тебя вышибло с сервера и пытаешься зайти снова. знаете что отвечает саппорт? - "возможно, произошла ошибка при выгрузке персонажа..." чо, серьезно?! вы правда допускаете, что это какая-то ошибка? точно-точно? и что игрок должен делать при этом? бежать охотится на того рукожопа, который сгенерил криваой код? ЧО ДЕЛАТЬ-ТО, БЛИН?!?!

- у них в банке "рреволюция"! раньше надо было покупать ячейку в банке под сумку. сумки добывались отдельно. то есть, перс таскает с собой рюкзак (дефолтный), плюс 5 сумок. но какие-то предметы, которые не очень часто нужны, можно сложить в банк. я обычно, когда раздобыл сумку побольше, сумку поменьше ставил в ячейку банка... теперь "банк" - это 2 больших шкафа. один на просто шмот, второй - под ингридиенты для крафта. если перс ранее купил ячейки под сумки, то каждая ячейка стала ещё одним шкафом. а сумки просто сложили в эти шкафы. ну глюков теперь тоже целый шкаф. во-первых, почему-то шкафы называются на разных языках. ингридиенты - по итальянски (как я понял), прочие шмотки - по немецки. извините, не запомнил...

- пока сортировал предметы в банке инженера, заметил, что появились пустые ячейки в "банке отряда". не помню что там было! сначала заподозрил, что Близзарды опять накосячили, как в прошлый раз, когда обнулили (и ни разу не извинились и не компенсировали) гильдейский банк. сфоткал 4 шкафа отрядного банка. зашел кузнецом и тоже поперекладывал шмотки. да, в самом деле, при этом из отрядного банка волшебным образом предметы для крафта кузнеца переместились в приват-банк кузнеца!!!

- на ярлычки шкафов можно поставить иконки. Близзарды их собрали в одну большую кучу - это все-все-все иконки, которые встречались в игре с начала времен. как они там отсортированы - хз, только хрен ты там что-то подходящее найдешь по названию, например - только визуально, только глазами... более того, там полно "дупов"! нахрена?!

- ну самое бесящее - банк просто глючит сам по себе. вижу пустую ячейку, кладу в нее предмет из сумки - предмет МЕНЯЕТСЯ местами с другим предметом, который там, оказывается, лежал!

- и наоборот: кликаешь по предмету в сумке - он должен автоматом перескочить в банк в первую пустую ячейку, но предмет "залипает" - отображается серым в сумке и всё, его невозможно сдвинуть. более того, перелогинишься другим персом, вернешься к предыдущему - там всё ещё в сумке этот залипший предмет.

- ну и так и осталась ошибка, когда во время работы с банком вся игра вываливается с дерганием и залипанием экрана!!! вот когда я купил новый комп с новой видяхой? которая обеспечивает все нужные кРуТыЕ режимы, которые мне нахрен не всрались. - вот с тех пор этот глюк и тянется...

- ещё слетели шрифты в чате/логе. аршинные буквы!!! (ну ладно, не аршинные, но я предпочитаю на 4 номера поменьше). НУ ВОТ КАК ИМ ЭТО УДАЕТСЯ, этим рукожопам?!

- в диалогах, где уточняют, что ты готов заплатить нужную сумму, исчезли цифры. сказать, что это из-за шрифтов, дык шрифты я в чате/логе исправил... не помогло. ладно, я там примерно помню, что сколько-то меди - мелочь, но там пустые поля и где золото и серебро. а вдруг там Трамп тарифы поднял и таки надо уже золото отдавать?!

- а "классовые таланты"!!! Близзарды ОПЯТЬ их "немного изменили"... тем не менее, я по-прежнему вижу в "древе" альтернативу: "Талант А" либо 1:1 точно такой же "Талант А"! вам что, всё ещё никто не ткнул носом?!

- какой альтернативный гений сделал такое дерево, что открываешь талант в этой новой ветке, которая с 70 до 80 левела, и обнаруживаешь, что "для активации данного таланта у вас должен быть талант Х" - который где-то в древе для ~50 левела!!! ээ, алё! это же придется перестраивать 50% древа!!!

- плюс (тоже давно) таланты для воина ДЛЯ ЩИТА, в спеке, где воин НЕ ПОЛЬЗУЕТСЯ ЩИТОМ. или для ханта ДЛЯ ДАЛЬНОБОЙНОГО оружия, в спеке, где хант бегает с оружием ближнего боя.

и поскольку у меня теперь 50+ персов, и каждому надо настроить таланты, адд-оны, шрифты, кнопки, банк - я всё ещё занимаюсь этой тупой хренью!!!

кстати, там ещё пропали "устаревшие" предметы и "валюты". а я опять что-то пропустил из контента...
новый контент, кстати, увидел краем глаза - там ещё одна карта открылась! и выпадают зеленые шмотки, которые круче фиолетовых, что мэйнчар себе накрафтил.

ну и очки с ачивок, видимо, опять стали сильно меньше 50%...
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А если серьезно, то можно поставить вопрос иначе
Значит ли шо бабка должна кидаться на россиян с ножом и орать шо путин хуйло?
Как по мне, нет
Основной цвет жизни серый - я не исключаю варианта того, шо бабка не могла по ряду причин выехать (не было возможности или не было куда)
Правильный ли мой вывод шо пенс ватный? Хуй его знает, я не могу залезть в голову и проверить шо там в коробке для мозгов
Дает ли мне кто-то право гнобить пенса, не зная чи он ватный на 100%? Это интернет, здесь даже нахуй могут послать
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Aug. 11th, 2025 05:54 pm
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!!!! The new Kaiju no 8 episode! An absolute killer. I did not expect to be so emotional because I didn't think I was that invested in that character, but I cried. That episode was beautifully done.
Click for spoilersShinomiya Isao ;_; It was so good, he went so hard, and got so close. He was willing to destroy his body to defeat the kaiju and it wasn't enough! It got me all the more so because of that tech guy who stayed close to help and had to witness it all. And the flashbacks to his wife, and to Kikoru as a child, sobbing forever. I feel so bad for Kikoru. This is absolutely going to mess her up. She was already so fucked up by seeing Kafka nearly kill her dad, but now no 9 ate him. JFC, that's horrific. This was the emotional depth this season needed.


The new episode of The Summer Hikaru Died was also great. I love how it went into Asako's early childhood and showed what it meant that she could see ghosts, and how this was a positive for her, and the way she felt Yoshiki was safer with Hikaru. But also love the jealousy Yoshiki feeling turning to horror and anger at the end of the episode, and the complicated ways he's feeling about Hikaru. I think the complicated intense feelings - the way everything for Yoshiki is on the edge of one thing or another, never pure and uncomplicated, but always intense - is the great strength of the show. It really captures those teenage feelings through the supernatural horror metaphor of it all, but also works on the non-metaphorical level as well.

I'm now at the end of episode 325 of Bleach. I got through the end of all the Aizen stuff! Finally! The anime really dragged that out to the point of being tiresome, whereas I know I enjoy it a lot in the manga. I'm now square in the filler zone. The characters talk a lot faster in filler episodes because they're not trying to drag things out to avoid outpacing the manga 🤣 I thought I was going to appreciate the anime giving more time and space to the immediate aftermath of Aizen's defeat, but it turns out Ichigo watching Rukia fade from view as his powers disappear in the manga hits me a lot harder than the 'idk it could disappear some time' thing they're going for in the anime. I get why, it's so they can have filler arcs, but still. I do appreciate seeing Matsumoto's grief for Gin, though.

Some of the one shot filler episodes are pretty fun! The one with the squad 11 training exercise is fun, not just for the repeated joke of Renji and Ichigo joining in for no good reason, but also because it's about squad 11 (and especially that dumbass Ikkaku) being shitty and immature and passive aggressive about something for 100 years and Ichigo fixes that problem. The Kenpachi and Yachiru in Rukongai story was also great; I liked how it used those characters in a more serious way and filled in some of their backstory. Right now I'm in the midst of the Reigei arc, which is fine. Some of the fights are pretty cool.

I also started watching The Apothecary Diaries. I wasn't sure during the first episode, but the second episode charmed me, so I'm about six episodes in right now. I like the light touch it takes to serious things, without being too light, and Maomao and Jinshi are charming characters.

One date with Анжела

Oct. 22nd, 2010 12:21 am
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Анжела was a self-proclaimed "Wisconsin girl."  Also a research scientist working in a university lab.  Tough-minded, very friendly, with a positive attitude and a very natural mode of dress and comportment.  All things that I liked, on paper.

There was something that I found immediately strange though. All her correspondence was in short stanzas with no capitalization and almost no punctuation, as though her inner monologue was free-form poetry. We sent a dozen long messages back and forth before we arranged a date, and she never strayed from her pattern.

Her opening message to me was:

your words make me think

you are an elitist

in many respects.

i prefer to delude myself into thinking

that i am not

which then makes me one

doesn't it?

At this time, a meme was drifting around in the still-developing world of online dating, about something called "negging." Doing this meant starting a first conversation by making a negative observation about the other person, forcing them into a subordinate position of power, where they feel compelled to defend or justify themselves to you. It was supposedly something that pick-up artists did, to try and get women in bed as fast as possible at the expense of their self-esteem. I'd heard of it, but I had no idea if it was a real thing, statistically. I wondered if Анжела knew she'd started in that territory. She was probably just trying to be funny.

Scientist that she was, Анжела declared that her presence on okCupid was an experiment she was conducting to see how she reacted to online dating. She didn't seem to be applying a lot of rigor, though. She rescheduled our first date a few times, then said she needed to potentially cancel any time up to the night before, which informed me that she was probably cramming me in around too many dates with other men that she was negotiating with all at once.

...No, I don't think I was jumping to that conclusion unfairly. Even the busiest woman I'd ever dated - Кэрол - was able to make a single declaration for a time and a place to have a first date, and stick to it with confidence, even though she was in a high-stakes management job and also juggling back-to-back dates with me and another man. First dates are important, and if you're throwing it all over the place on the calendar, while logging into okCupid every day, you're either fatally disorganized, or deliberately bringing your C-minus game.

That's one of the most horrible things about the accessibility of dating apps: People who are taking it seriously are mixed randomly together with people who are not serious at all, or even malicious. It's a jungle in there.

I arrived up at her place a few minutes late and all sweaty from a bike ride, after having some difficulty finding her house. It wasn't a very good showing on my part, but she seemed to take it in stride. I confessed that I felt too gross to be acceptable in a fancy restaurant. She very kindly loaned me two of her shirts and waited while I took a bird-bath in her sink.  There was no sign of "negging" or anything close to it: From the first moment in person we dropped into a lovely banter, with plenty of jokes and side-references. She ranged around the conversation effortlessly, and slid into a nice partner context as she drove to the restaurant and I read out navigation on the phone. The only wrinkle was that I felt a little nervous keeping up with her, as though her high energy level demanded that people around her speed up to match it.

After storming through a variety of topics, we decided to share a few stories from our dating past, while acknowledging that it was a tricky subject because it could easily bleed into the present. I chose the tale of my recent history with polyamory, because I thought the car-crash nature of it might be something we could laugh over, but while I was giving her the basic outline I saw her expression change. The smile faded from her face, and all her energy seemed to drain away, turning her into a different person.

I edited the story down to just a few sentences to kick it behind us, sensing it wasn't a good topic. Instead of commenting on it, she began to tell me her own story, with an equivalent car-crash nature: She'd been deeply in love with a guy that she'd had a long-distance relationship with, and then he'd suddenly cheated on her, breaking her heart, and damaging her severely. He'd been very callous in the aftermath, and it had taken her years to recover, and made her weirdly paranoid in several relationships in the meantime, to the point where they too were derailed.

She was on the edge of tears as the finished the story, and it was clear she was still not finished rebuilding herself from it.  I knew that was a red flag, but I decided that from my point of view, Анжела was still a fine person to date and even a good person to consider a relationship with because it seemed to me she had the tools to keep working on her trauma and plenty of space to exist outside it. I couldn't blurt something like that out at the dinner table of course - it would be weird and judgmental - but the thought did form in my head. In the immediate moment I just wanted her to feel better, and get back to having a nice evening.

The trouble was, I couldn't find a way to rescue the mood. I offered kind words and apologized for reminding her of the incident, and I didn't know what else to say. More stories about trauma seemed inappropriate. I had a story from my own past about being cheated on, but telling that felt wrong. Eventually I changed the subject and things brightened up, but not to the happy, effervescent state they'd been before.

After dinner we drove back to her house, and she said she'd had a nice time and wished me well as I rode my bike away, but I could tell something had gone sideways.

I sent her a thoughtful summary of the evening, saying how much I appreciated her conversation and helpfulness, and the ease with which we collaborated, and saying I was open to another date any time. I did confess that I felt a little nervous tension at the end, and suggested we do something relaxing next time. She responded with a few stanzas:

thank you for your assessment of the evening.

I do not know you well enough

to like or dislike you

but we have interacted sufficiently

for me to determine that the tenseness

would not easily subside.

good luck in your quest.

I was upset. Arriving sweaty and invoking trauma had not been good moves, but I still felt like I'd been rejected unfairly. There was nothing I could do of course. I decided to ask for an explanation, though I knew I didn't deserve one:

Out of curiosity - not out of a desire to argue the point - what “went wrong”?

The response was one line:

what “went right”?


That shut me right down.

My ego was bruised. I began to feel sick with dating, and wrote a frustrated journal entry on okCupid about how everyone seemed to want fireworks and chemistry on the first date, or was shopping for something without factoring in the basic humanity of themselves or their potential partners. It was pretty shrill, but I got a few people commenting kindly on it anyway.

Weeks later, Анжела would spot me at the Museum of Modern Art, on a date with an extremely attractive young lady named Авра.  I was nicely groomed and dressed in fine black clothing for the fancy event, and feeling quite confident, and she stared me up and down with a curious expression that I couldn't read. Was it interest, or panic?  At the time, I didn't even recognize her. All I remembered was feeling confused to see some vaguely familiar woman staring bug eyed at me, then I caught up with Авра and moved on to the next room. I only realized it was her from a casual-sounding message she sent me later on.

I saw you at the museum of art last weekend.

tell me how you have been.

I ignored it. I felt there was some kind of danger in reconnecting with Анжела, because the way she came across in text was so strangely different from the kind way she acted in person. Which side or her was real?

The whole incident also gave me food for thought about second chances in the online dating world. When you're offline, out in public, there is no expectation that a date is going to happen. You either keep showing interest or you don't, and if you don't, it was never a date: It was just some casual conversation in a store, or some friendly comment on public transit, or whatever. But online, as soon as you agree to meet in person, it's a date, and that means there are stakes. Now you suddenly need to keep from blowing it. You have time beforehand to worry about how you look, what you say, where you go, et cetera.

This all seems to point in one direction: No one should ever get a second chance in online dating, because if they blew the first one they clearly didn't deserve even that.

But of course, there's also zero guarantee that the person you're about to see is anything like the person you're picturing in your head, or the person who appears on your phone. This means a first date is much more likely to have a bad outcome, statistically, than one arranged in the real world. So you end up preparing for a crappy date just as much as you would for a great one. That's potentially a lot of wasted time.

It can get overwhelming. You might be tempted to show up in rumpled clothes, under-slept, ten minutes late... Book two dates a night, five days in a row, cancel them or just fail to show up... Put the onus entirely on them to impress you, and if they don't, ditch them in the middle of the meal... What are they going to do, send you a snippy note and get blocked? If most of these people are going to be rejects, why spend the energy, right?

Mulling this over, I looked at the last six months of dating and realized that I was guilty of this lazy approach. It was to a lesser degree: I'd never stood anyone up, or failed to do any preparation, and I'd certainly never tried to be callous, but I did feel like I was in some kind of hurry, which was ironically causing me to waste time overall. Like, instead of arriving sweaty at Анжела's house, I could have left earlier and finished the last few hours of my workday at some cafe a few blocks down, then walked over, just to make sure I didn't have to rush.

How could I bring my A-game if I was in such a hurry? How could I pay proper attention to anyone when other personal things - like my work or travel schedule - devoured all my time? I was placing romance at the bottom of the priority scale, cramming it in between shopping trips and grafting it onto my dinners. What was the point? Just the distraction?

You're on, music master

Aug. 11th, 2025 03:29 am
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The silver lining of having to think about the 17th Academy Awards has been the discovery of I Won't Play (1944), the year's winner in the since deprecated category of Best Short Subject, Two-Reeler. It had minor competition. Its vignette of down time in the Pacific theater is a cut above ephemera. It has nothing important to say about the war effort or American values except in the back-handed, Runyonesque fashion of popular music and tall tales. Frankly, good for it.

Directed by old-school all-rounder Crane Wilbur, the screenplay by James Bloodworth sticks close to its source short story by Laurence Schwab in setting up and knocking down the riddle of Fingers (Dane Clark), the dog-tagged Baron Munchausen-in-residence of an unidentified island in the South Pacific so currently overrun with very bored Marines that it's a wonder no one's busted out with the Rodgers and Hammerstein, whom the ever-modest Fingers would no doubt take the credit for introducing. If you believe what the gum-cracking, Variety-paging little bluffer gives out, he had a hand in every success of stage and screen from Gershwin to Sinatra, not to mention some sideman action on his own account with the likes of Goodman and Dorsey. He gave a hot tip to Bogart. Even the luscious pin-up of Kim Karol, lately classing up the sandbag-and-stenciled-crate decor of their dugout, he claims to have discovered at the nightspot on 52nd Street where he taught her the schmaltz that took her to Hollywood. He'd be insufferable except for his nonchalantly chutzpadik air of not seeming to care whether he's doubted, always with a wisecrack in the face of a direct challenge—put on the spot about his anonymity compared to the stardom of his alleged protégé, Fingers who couldn't look more Brooklyn Jewish if he were my grandfather tosses carelessly back, "'Cause I ain't got her big blue eyes." The scornfully spellbound audience of Chicago (William Haade), Rusty (Warren Douglas), and Florida (William Benedict) can't figure it any other way: "Fingers is either the biggest liar in the world or the most important guy in show business." The favorite is not Option B. On the other hand, on this tropical swamp of an island with nothing to do but sit around and read months-late mail and listen to Tokyo Rose, even an A-1 line of bull is better than a total cultural blackout, the closest any of his buddies is getting for the duration to the movie-palace, big-band comforts of home. It is a truth reluctantly acknowledged that for all his backstage bantam swagger and the nickname none of them has even seen him play a piano to justify, Fingers can be "kind of nice . . . to listen to, I mean."

Obviously, a spiel of this caliber cannot run indefinitely without either putting or shutting up and the wave function seems to collapse catastrophically when the cargo off the latest LST includes a beat-up traveling piano and in front of a rec hall's worth of eager witnesses, Fingers approaches the ivories with amazement and then ingloriously balks. He can't come through for an audience who'd thrill if he played "Chopsticks." He gets threatened with a personalized anvil chorus and digs in his heels on the title drop. Even for the chaplain (Robert Shayne) who's just as sternly worded as the next disappointed Marine, he can't muster more than the weak sauce of "Look, I don't mean to be a crab, Padre, but, well, I—I kind of made a vow, see?" which goes over even less well than his theatrical bluster about military pay not covering the rates he used to pull down nightly in New York. By the time the chaplain's finished with him for cheating the camp of the treat he as good as promised every time he sounded off about his hot combo nights on Swing Street, even his most traditionally skeptical critics are actually a little stunned. "I knew he was lying about all those people he was talking about, but imagine not even being able to play!" Lucky Fingers, if, after that exhibition, he can even get launched on one of his former anecdotes without being drowned out by the worse than silent treatment of Jolson in sarcastically three-part harmony. His glum demotion to persona insta-non grata, however, is nothing compared to the pasting his erstwhile buddies are prepared for him to receive when an unplanned refueling at the airfield gives the entertainment-starved Marines the windfall of a USO show by none other than Kim Karol (Janis Paige) her curvaceous, vivacious, flame-haired self, all set to knock what Fingers would have called the cash customers dead, especially if an accompanist can be found for the little box of a piano which is missing a couple of keys and still a better prospect than a torch song accordion. In agreement, the trio head off to collar their musical phony for a never-better chance to show him off to his own invention: "I wouldn't miss this for Tojo's funeral!"

If I have to spell out the denouement of this mishegos, I Won't Play has made such a bad job of its telegraphy that it might as well have used the Pony Express, but the sweetest twist is not what happens when Fingers gets shoved down in front of the piano or even at the airfield where he sees off Kim, but the fact that the camp braggart turns out to be surprisingly sensitive to the kind of dreams that soldiers half a globe from home sustain themselves on, whether it's a picture of a redheaded starlet or a lot of glitzy tall talk. "Everybody kisses everybody in show business." Showing off the brash and vulnerable persona that would serve him so well in his post-war noirs, Clark drops into conversations like an all-time kibitzer and sees himself out of a roomful of cut dead air with an elaborately unconvincing effort of not giving a damn. Paige was already a Hollywood singer as well as an authentic pin-up and could have wowed her audience accompanied by nothing at all, but she does such a knockout rendition of "Body and Soul" that I get mad all over again about The Pajama Game (1957). Audiences who liked their brief chemistry would get to see him strike out with her a month later in Hollywood Canteen (1944). Except that it provides the necessary distance between its antihero's claims and any means of proving them, the war remains mostly a matter of palm trees and G.I. shirts and the occasional patriotic detail like a game of darts played on a photo of Hirohito, but it's still a little jarring to hear the scene-setting narrator sound so blasé about suggesting a location of "maybe Tarawa," considering the winner of that year's Best Documentary Short Subject. Is this short fiction comparable cinema? Like hell, it's Saturday Evening Post-cute and it answers its outstanding question with a wink through the fourth wall; it looks terrible on taped-off-TCM YouTube, but I am delighted to have proof that the channel's chronically prestige 31 Days of Oscar does periodically dip into the discontinued categories instead of just the warhorses. After all, "Even a good liar is not to be lightly dismissed." This vow brought to you by my big backers at Patreon.
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19.
Шло время. День сменял ночь и наоборот. Запой и свадьба не оказали положительного эффекта на психологическое состояние Тутченко. Он по-прежнему чудил, но, правда, без баяна. Его Ангелина тайно вынесла на работу. Положила в морге у себя под столом в регистратуре. Кроме того Ангелина столкнулась с проблемами в сфере интимных нежностей. Тутченко стал ее абсолютно игнорировать. Смотреть, как на траву у дома. Что делать со всем этим дальше она не знала.
Душа у нее ныла и стонала. Но она была женщиной твёрдых убеждений и о своих проблемах, в отличии от некоторых болтушек, никому не рассказывала. У нее был другой способ снять камень с души.
Свои несчастья Ангелина доверяла только трупам. Когда болезненная тайна разрасталась до неприличных размеров, она шла в мертвецкую и шептала ее в ухо какому-нибудь кадавру а потом зашивала тому рот. Чтоб уж наверняка он унес ее на тот свет. После чего она шла в кабак.
Вечером, после работы, чтобы снять накопившееся напряжение, она заглянула в ресторан "Мичиган". Он располагался по соседству с кинотеатром " Русь". Шустрому официанту она заказала графинчик "Столичной", бургер и салат из овощей. После нескольких рюмок водки в голове прояснилось, мысли задвигались прихотливым путем. Вместо того чтобы думать как обустроить свою жизнь, Ангелина подумала о городе, стране. Такова была особенность Ангелины - общественное у нее всегда стояло на первом месте.Read more... )

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Aug. 11th, 2025 06:42 am
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Фотография очень понравилась, не мог не утянуть к себе -



Не отказался бы от такой горизонталки под какой-нибудь 9,3x74mm R, 8,5x63mm R Reb, 8x57mm IRS, .30 R Blaser, .30-06 Springfield или 7x65mm R. =)
Ну и раз речь зашла, то ещё немного фото. =)











































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по прежнему считаю, что мотивация саммита сугубо бизнесовая
на встречах Уиткоффа с питуном в марте-апреле они договаривались о продаже Chevron'у трех НПЗ роснефти в Германии и праве на продажу русского газа в Европу (и севпотоки Газпрома, и спг Новатэка)
последняя встреча Уиткоффа с питуном была 22 апреля, а потом пошло резкое охлаждение, вероятно питун этой углеводородной заманухой затягивал время перед летней кампанией
10 сентября у правительства Германии истекает срок доверительного управления над Rosneft Deutschland, и "Роснефти" поставлен дедлайн по продаже своей дочерней компании, которая владеет тремя НПЗ: PCK Raffinerie (Шведт), Miro (Карлсруэ) и Bayernoil (Фобург-на-Дунае) - это 12% мощностей по переработке нефти в Германии (крупнейший переработчик и серьёзный работодатель)
снова поманил, а тот снова поверил...
Read more... )=====
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Не нехтуй чисту й святу українську мову. Її не соромно вивчати все життя. Вона віддячить. Жодна інша мова не дасть тобі такого ясного й водночас казкового мислення, як українська.
Секрет не в тому, що українська -- твоя рідна.Read more... )

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Aug. 10th, 2025 11:09 pm
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11 часов скорее даже ночи, чем вечера, а жарко
играли. тяжкая была игра. взякая. игру выиграл наш вратарь. он делал фантастические сейвы
я бился как мог но под конец устал и больше вредил, чем играл. в нападении (это прогресс) мне не страшно идти к воротам, а винги встают на моё место. выходил и бил. повышал sog
выиграли с трудом
а потом вышли в тёплый летний вечер
я рассказывал своим хихиистам про перекрасившихся в толкиенистов хиппи, про pdp11, mnp5 и мы пьяно смеялись. было весело. стояли мы у входа на каток. я открывал двери вратарям и эльфийкам
оказывается никто не видел предпоследний клип ленинграда, который помирил меня с переименованием города в санкт-петербург и никто не знал, кто такие грибные эльфы. просветил
а потом, обсудив обручальные кольца, все поняли, что пиво плещется на уровне бровей и мы поехали по домам

x-posted from livejournal.com.

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Aug. 10th, 2025 11:08 pm
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  • The Donkey:
    Okay, okay, I see it now. The big shiny one, right there. That one there?
  • Shrek:
    That’s the moon.
  • The Donkey:
    Oh, okay.
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