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The Five-Year Race To Save India's Vanishing Tigers - Free Internet Press

With some conservationists claiming only 800 tigers still live in the wild, radical steps are needed if the species isn't to disappear from India within five years. The poachers perch on the rough platforms they have built in the trees about 15 feet ...

State briefs: Mar. 7 - Knoxville News Sentinel

GATLINBURG - Police discovered a set of skeletal remains Saturday that could be those of two Russian immigrants who disappeared nearly eight years ago. Officers found the bones near U.S. Highway 321, according to a news release. Investigators believe ...

911 calls (64) - Sacramento Bee

Q: A UC Berkley student disappeared in 1963 and half her body was later found in Santa Cruz. Was anyone ever arrested for killing her? - Anonymous, Sacramento. A: The grisly slaying of Judy Williamson is unsolved. The 18-year-old pre-med student ...

Police investigate a neighbor's strange behavior and shotgun ... - Cleveland Plain Dealer

USING WEAPONS WHILE INTOXICATED-DISORDERLY CONDUCT, PLEASANT LAKE BOULEVARD: A Pleasant Lake man, 60, was arrested at about 4:30 a.m. Friday after police found him holding a loaded 12-gauge shotgun in his apartment. A neighbor had called police after ...

Boeing tanker uses flight deck from Dreamliner - DailyTech

One of the most lucrative military projects ever offered by the Pentagon is the contract to replace the aging fleet of flying tankers for the Air Force. The Air Force has been looking to replace the fleet of KC-135 aircraft with new and improved ...

Alzheimer's patient missing in south Anchorage - Tacoma News Tribune

The attack came early Saturday at the Extended Stay Deluxe, a Midtown hotel. The husband, Saliym Cureton, called 911 himself, the charges say. He told police his wife had cheated on him, that he had a knife in his hands, and that if they came in the ...

Announcing I-MR-R Control Charts for Excel - Transworld News

The QI Macros SPC Software for Excel announces the addition of I-MR-R (Individuals, Moving Range and Range) control charts for Excel. The I-MR-R is a hybrid of the XmR and XbarR chart. The I-MR-R chart shows variation within subgroups and between ...

Crime Briefs - NWI.com

Troy Williams, school resource officer, said officials received a tip about a student with a knife and recovered an illegal switchblade ... Candice Sahm called police after receiving a package containing three blank $500 travelers checks.

Japan: It's Not Funny Anymore - Kotaku.com

I've lived in Japan for a long time. When I first came here, I liked living here. Now, I don't. I haven't changed. Japan hasn't really changed, either. Something else, however, has. Maybe all three of these things are part of the same problem. I ...

The Outbreak: Part 5 - Palin's Purpose - Night of the Living ... - DAILY KOS

In the remaining minutes before the sun began its majestic descent, a black stretch limousine pulled up to 133 C-Street. The driver stared incredulously from under the bill of his black cap. He shook his head, as if the movement would clear the ...

Open Question: what is the age and value of s & w model 36 chief serial # J471331 new in box with all papers?

wrapped in what appears to be original oil paper & includes pamphlet on S&W knives, original blank warranty card, etc. more

Open Question: How es this ousnd for a beginning of a book?

This is who I am. My reflection in the mirror. My name is Jessica. I am a hypochondriac, I think. Even though I believe I am sick quite often, and worry that I may have a brain tumor when my head hurts, I do know one thing for sure: I am depressed. I haven’t gone to a therapist or anything to get it confirmed, but who really needs something like that confirmed when you haven’t been happy for so long. I didn’t always feel like this though. I have to say, however, that I can’t exactly pinpoint when it started, but it is here and it has taken over. It looms over me very second of the day and it is hard to hide. I manage most of the time though. It is difficult and the difficulty does increase as the clock ticks. Sometimes I can hear the second hand struggle to move. Beauty is only skin deep: An introduction to my canvas. (next chapter) I am flat. Well, my personality that is. My body is actually quite voluptuous. That is not the problem at this moment though. Okay, I lied, it is. But I want to focus on my flatness first, my personality. Why? Because I am not sure why it didn’t develop like everyone else’s did. It kind of worries me. I want to find a potential mate. How am I suppose to go out, catch one, and lure it back in if I have no interest? How am I even suppose to find a decent friend if I can‘t compare my personality with theirs? I continuously contemplate on a daily basis why I have no personality. Maybe it is because I moved around a lot when I was younger. You would think that it would open me up more, but it didn’t. I developed no hobbies and I just about don‘t mind anything. I don’t know why. I just know that I am dull. I am a used up serrated knife that can no longer be sharpened. Beauty is only skin deep. I heard in a movie somewhere that the saying is something fat people tell themselves when they want to make themselves feel better. I wonder if it is true. I mean the first step in any relationship is when people talk to you, right? So wouldn’t that be based on initial attraction? Anyways, the point is, I have no beauty beyond my skin, or above it for that matter. I don’t want to hide anything from you or lie when it is not necessary. Even though I am hideously large on the outside, sometimes I have personality on the inside. Its not from me though. I don’t create it. The credit goes to the people that stopped to meet me in life before they pass me by. The best way I can describe my personality is with two words: blank canvas. It goes like this: 1. I meet someone that will actually stick around me for a while. 2. I start to get to know them better. 3. Without knowing it, they paint a piece of themselves onto my blank canvas before they leave. I guess you could call it a growing personality. It dies after a while though, when the canvas gets to contradictory and needs to be tossed out. Right now though, my mood wont let anyone in. my canvas has been empty for a long time. It makes things difficult. How can I be happy with a blank canvas? What I mean is, maybe I would get happier if I wasn’t so isolated. But how can I un-isolate myself if I cant make friends because I am ugly beneath and above the skin? more

Resolved Question: hip hop songs title questions.?

The first song is by juelz santana and lil wayne and the chorus says I'll edit it by the way. It goes " I got money on money and benches on benches, take the knife out the A.k and blank these." and the other one is by 8ball and mjg featuring young dro and it says something like. What it look like, look like money, what it sound like sound like money. The latter has to be a recent song because 8ball and mjg shout out grand hustle their new label since they left bad boy. I can't find the names of these anywhere. more

Open Question: How does this sound? (beginning of essay/ book?)?

This is who I am. My reflection in the mirror. My name is Jessica. I am a hypochondriac, I think. Even though I believe I am sick quite often, and worry that I may have a brain tumor when my head hurts, I do know one thing for sure: I am depressed. I haven’t gone to a therapist or anything to get it confirmed, but who really needs something like that confirmed when you haven’t been happy for so long. I didn’t always feel like this though. I have to say, however, that I can’t exactly pinpoint when it started, but it is here and it has taken over. It looms over me very second of the day and it is hard to hide. I manage most of the time though. It is difficult and the difficulty does increase as the clock ticks. Sometimes I can hear the second hand struggle to move. Beauty is only skin deep: An introduction to my canvas. I am flat. Well, my personality that is. My body is actually quite voluptuous. That is not the problem at this moment though. Okay, I lied, it is. But I want to focus on my flatness first, my personality. Why? Because I am not sure why it didn’t develop like everyone else’s did. It kind of worries me. I want to find a potential mate. How am I suppose to go out, catch one, and lure it back in if I have no interest? How am I even suppose to find a decent friend if I can‘t compare my personality with theirs? I continuously contemplate on a daily basis why I have no personality. Maybe it is because I moved around a lot when I was younger. You would think that it would open me up more, but it didn’t. I developed no hobbies and I just about don‘t mind anything. I don’t know why. I just know that I am dull. I am a used up serrated knife that can no longer be sharpened. Beauty is only skin deep. I heard in a movie somewhere that the saying is something fat people tell themselves when they want to make themselves feel better. I wonder if it is true. I mean the first step in any relationship is when people talk to you, right? So wouldn’t that be based on initial attraction? Anyways, the point is, I have no beauty beyond my skin, or above it for that matter. I don’t want to hide anything from you or lie when it is not necessary. Even though I am hideously large on the outside, sometimes I have personality on the inside. Its not from me though. I don’t create it. The credit goes to the people that stopped to meet me in life before they pass me by. The best way I can describe my personality is with two words: blank canvas. It goes like this: 1. I meet someone that will actually stick around me for a while. 2. I start to get to know them better. 3. Without knowing it, they paint a piece of themselves onto my blank canvas before they leave. I guess you could call it a growing personality. It dies after a while though, when the canvas gets to contradictory and needs to be tossed out. Right now though, my mood wont let anyone in. my canvas has been empty for a long time. It makes things difficult. How can I be happy with a blank canvas? What I mean is, maybe I would get happier if I wasn’t so isolated. But how can I un-isolate myself if I cant make friends because I am ugly beneath and above the skin?where is starts off as "beauty is only skin deep..." that is a new chapter.... more

Resolved Question: (Hypothetical) moral dilemma?

THIS IS HYPOTHETICAL, I KNOW THIS WOULD NEVER REALLY HAPPEN: Imagine there is a man who, unbeknownst to him, was born with a disorder that causes him to randomly get seizures. The seizures can come at any time, without warning, and while they are happening his mind blanks out and he has no knowledge or control over anything his body does. After the seizure he has no memory of what he did. He manages to reach adulthood without having a single seizure and because the condition is unknown to science, he is never diagnosed. So when he has his first seizure, he will have ZERO moral responsibility for any acts his body commits during the seizure -- they will be like random muscle contractions. Unfortunately, a seizure does happen, and during the seizure, the man rapes a woman. He's an innocent passenger in his body, and it's not his fault he's raping her. But he's doing it brutally and it's gone on for hours. She's tried to struggle away from him but she can't. She can't reach the phone, and though she's screamed for help, no one can hear her. Her body is being torn apart. At one point, he takes a knife at cuts her between her legs. Suddenly, she sees a gun laying on the floor a few feet away. She can reach it. It's the only way for her to save herself. 1. Should she be allowed to kill an innocent person to stop the rape? 2. If your answer to #1 is yes but you want to outlaw abortion, how would you reconcile these two views? Bear in mind that the brutality described -- including the cutting part -- is reflective of what would happen to a woman during labor.Anyone who wants to suggest that the pain and trauma bodily trauma associated with rape would necessarily exceed the pain and bodily trauma associated with childbirth -- let alone the effects of 9 months of pregnancy! -- should compare the diameter of a rapist's penis to the diameter of an infant's skull. Those of you drawing a distinction based on the potential that the woman's life might be in peril should indicate whether you'd support abortion to save the life of the mother. Personally, the distinction as I see it is this: pregnancy and childbirth, though gruesome, traumatic and violative of the mother's body, are "natural." We don't intuitively liken them to something invasive like rape. But tapeworms are natural, too. Being forced to harbor another life form inside your body without your consent -- even an innocent life form -- is something no one should have to suffer. more

Voting Question: is my story good enough? Help with grammer and story? Grade due tommorow? Plz help?

I still remembered it clearly; a pair of strong hands warped themselves tightly around me, holding me, without showing any sign of hesitation or sympathy. I fought with every last bit of my strength, to escape the iron hold, but it only seemed, that the more I struggled, the tighter the hold gets. I was terrified of his wild expression, as he held the sharp blade in the air, ready to strike at any moment. I begged him; I cried and begged from the bottom of my heart, for him to please put the weapon away. I twisted and turned, feeling so weak and helpless, like a puppet on strings. But the man only smiled darkly. Then sudden, there was nothing but red, the world had gone blank, there was only blood, lots and lots of blood. I could smell the drenching odor; I could taste the bitter salt on my throat. My body was numb; I couldn’t feel my own fingers and toes anymore, heat rush throughout my entire body, burning like flames. Then finally, the hands released me, my lifeless body fell onto the hard ground, their laughter’s ringed throughout my head. My chest felt so tight, I felt so suffocated, unable to breathed. I could never forget that painful expression on my father face, when that vicious killer, plunge that sharp knife into him. I watched in horror, paralyze and unable to move, and I couldn’t break away from the horror. Then suddenly, I felt a quick shock of pain, throughout my skull. Then I realized that he had grabbed my hair. The pain was so strong, I couldn’t resist and my head automatically jerk up to face him. Then he bend down to my eye level, he smiled and stroked my face gently with his other hand, “Ah, did I make you cry?” He whispers. It was then that I realized that I had been crying, and finally I felt the tears trigging slowly down my face. I was consumed with many things at once, fear, anger, sadness and weakness, and at the same time, I felt empty and blank. I looked into the vicious eyes of my father’s murder. He looked to be around my age. His image resembled any other boy, only his eyes are those of a merciless killer. He smiled wickedly and tried to reach for one once more. At the moment, the feeling of fear was the strongest, I couldn’t do anything. Far off into the distance, I could hear the siren sound. I could see, as his wild expression twisted into panic. He quickly let go of me, and scrambled with his other accomplice. I was alone, I was still daze and frozen. I used all the strength that had left, to be able to turn towards where his body lies. My father lay lifelessly on the pool of dark blood, eyes closed, unmoving. Fresh grieving tears burred my sight. I heard footsteps and strong commanding voices, carrying protective weapons, but it didn’t matter anymore. They were too late, the killer had succeeded and nothing could be done to bring him back. Everyday I waited, hoping for justices to be done. But day turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and then year. As the time progresses, they started to forget about me. After a while, it seemed that they completely forgotten about me. Life went back to normal for the people, but me, I could never forget. Every day the anger only builds up more and more. Until when I couldn’t take it anymore, I couldn’t wait for justice anymore. I wouldn’t let my father died in vain. And now I look back into the same eyes that had harm before. Only this time, instead of fear and angry, I’m over full with excitement. He begs and wimp like I did years ago. I look into his sorry eyes and reflecting from his eyes. I see a sad broken soul, with a young girl, drench in tears, begging for sympathy. But remembering his evil eyes, the blade pierce deep down into his chest. Watching him yelp in pain, I smile for the once time in so long. I haven’t laugh for so long, and now I’m finally able to laugh out loud with joy. Each of his screams, fills the holes in my heart, satisfying my anger. The seed of forgiveness couldn’t blossom through the dark storm, the thorn of anger only pierces deeper, I will not wait for the pain to kill me. Closing my eyes to pureness, I would rather enter the dark side. Finally now… I will be able to dream happily once more…For the stupid idoits down there, if you don't understand the intensity of a good piece of writing, yea, go back to school, maybe then you'll learn a little thing call, "fiction", more

Resolved Question: How can I improve my Style?

I'm currently 17 and I am a avid hunter/athlete but I want to be a little more stylish with my clothes and hair .I want to update my personal clothing and hairstyle to something a little more fashionable and classy without changing my personal image .My current wardrobe consists of mainly camo, Mossy Oak, and BDU's pants,T-shirts,long sleeved button-up shirts and ankle-high boots and is normally accompanied with a M-1 ammo belt and combat knife and I prefer a short well fitting jacket like the Ike jacket of WW2 and a light spring jacket . I like the soldier/hunter image but is there a way I get a little more style into my clothes without changing styles completely .I also shave my hair to about 1/6'' .Would a high and tight style look better or should I grow it to a normal length ? Should I go with a new hairstyle completely ?Thanks -This is a typical photo of me <a href="http://s595.photobucket.com/albums/tt31/whittling/?action=view&current=100_1088.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i595.photobucket.com/albums/tt31/whittling/100_1088.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a> more

Resolved Question: What is a good groomsman present?

Me and my fiance are getting married in April. He is away in the army and i'm trying to plan everything... But when it comes to groomsmen presents, I draw a complete blank. We are relatively young, and i'm the type that likes to create something original. (I don't want to give them cigars, wallets, knives...) HELP. more

Voting Question: what do you think of my poem?

taste the venom on my lips baby you were the foggy mind and cloudy eyes that obstructed my horizon do you feel the cold blade on your blank throat i smell feeble in your shaking bones id rip you like knife on canvas more

Resolved Question: Please read! I need feedback please!!?

Okay so here it is. Criticism please. If you want to read more just message me. Thanks in advance! Tomorrow is the trial and it is going to be the worst thing ever. I got my folder out, notes that's what I need. Notes for the trial that might help. But, all I did was stare at a blank page. To get my mind off of it I started cleaning out the folder. Trash, Trash, what is this? It was a blank envelop. The envelop was sealed. Debating wether to open it or not. Finally, deciding to open it figuring it couldn't be to bad. Dear Kimbereley, I am very sorry I am writing this and not telling it to your face. But, I am trying to cause my self as less pain as possible. It is probably the best for you too. Kimbereley first I have to say you are a bold person, at least you act like it. Someone I would die to spend my life with. But, you are just a mystery that I am not willing to solve. I love you, those words are strong and can mean from nothing to everything. Depending on you they mean something. Just more to me than you, I think. Sorry this letter is poorly written I am not a very good writer. Plus, I just don't want to say what I have to say. First item is I am moving away. Kimberely I guess this is a way of telling you to go with Drew. You love him, I can tell, you care for him in a way I just can't come to understand. But, you should be with him you make a good couple. Second, back to the 'I love you' thing. You mean the world to me. Those words mean everything to me. Kimberely, I look at you like I look at no one else. I know we don's talk like at all, but somehow I have fallen to my knees begging for you. I would do anything for you to be mine. But, you aren't and I have to accept that. Finally, the words that I said at lunch. I didn't mean them. They just came out, I was im denail. It was horrible. Again, I just have to accept the fact that you love Drew. They slipped out like water. I wasn't mad at you, trust me. Just you will have to forget that moment together. I guess this is good- bye forever. Good luck. Connor P.S. I Connor Neal Spark love you Kimberely Ann Holmes. Tears were streaming down my cheeks one after another. This is horrible and with the trial tomorrow I am going to look like shit. There I said it I am a piece of shit. I have nothing to live for except one problem after another. The knife is at stake right now. It is slicing my neck. I was screaming, the self control is gone. I have lost it. Pulling my hair out, pounding against the wall, screaming my heart out. Finally, I settled down and slid down the wall. Repeating no to myself over and over again. He can't be gone. One last scream escaped me. Then my mom rushed in, "Honey calm down. Shhh everything will be okay." "No it won't he's gone," how can she say that she has no clue about anything. I got up and sprinted out of the house going to the school gym. My only home. more

Resolved Question: What did i do?Did i cut a artery?

Well im emo and i was haveing a really bad night one night. My parents were fussing i had a REALLY bad day at school and my g-pa just died and gave me his knifes. This was the first time i have cut my self in 2 weeks it was Driving me nuts and everything was going wrong. When i cut myself i kind of blanked out all i remember was seeing blood rushing out of my skin.i have cut myself alot of times before but it never bleed this much. I cut about a centimeter deep.i could see under my skin right before it started rushing blood. The bloods looked almost likea little bit different inColorr. I couldnt really move my arm much after that it hurt and my hand was num the whole week after that. Also when i cut myself i started to get a head ake. I did kind cut myself because i wanted to die but then when i did it i noticed i wanted my life so i prayed and prayed and prayed then i called my ex bf(he was part of the reason i cut myself i still miss him and really love but he dont feel nuttin for me.)but me wat to do and the bleeding started to slow down.about to weeks after that it still would bleed in class some off and on. It has just now closed up but it as a long ways to go before its healed all the way. I only a couple no im emo and when i shode them they were shocked some asked me how i was liveing.PLEASE tell me wat happened did i almost lose my life more

Resolved Question: What would you title this short story?

Sorry it's pretty, long but I'd appreciate help! The deafening music drowned out everything. I felt out of place among, everyone dancing, my uniform stuck out like a weed in a garden of roses. Hayley was out dancing with some guy, leaving me alone, forgetting me already. I couldn’t stand it, that guy was all over her. He deserved every little bit of my fist in his face. I’ve never gotten into fights before. I guess I just lost it. Fights aren’t at all they look on TV. The kid, Kyle I think his name was, dropped like a stone after my knuckles crushed his nose. I could tell he was out cold even before he lost his balance and fell. A surge of pain flooded through each little joint in my hand, but I hardly noticed because a kid standing next to him, suddenly lunged forward. The kid looked to be about 6’ 3” 250 lbs, and built like a semi. His shoulder landed in my gut with the force of a train. I hit the floor harder than Kyle did, with a loud thud. The semi truck on top of me delivered a clean blow to my jaw. The cracking sound was followed by intense pain, as though somebody was sticking a hot metal rod through each side of my crooked jaw. Somehow I squirmed out from under his massive weight, and bolted for the door. His iron grip caught me as I was leaving, like a crocodile’s jaw clamped on a severed limb. My training instincts kicked in as a pulled out my K-bar combat knife and lunged for his hand, which quickly released my shoulder from its grasp. His faced turned pale, and the look in his eyes was that of a cared boy facing his wildest fears. He edged away, back to the party, back to his life. I ran. I ran back to my house. I ran past my house. As I neared the river I slowed to a halt. The river was a truly beautiful sight. The surface of the river is a blank canvas being painted over by city lights and stars from far above. The sliver of a moon casts its own shadow on my surroundings. It looked as though a part of the moon has been carved from the sky, leaving the remaining piece frowning back at me. I suddenly realize my K-bar is still clutched in my hand, the stained black blade barely visible in the night. Now the stained black blade stares up at me, reminding me of my last night, playing that scene over and over again. I direct my gaze to the outside landscape as daylight begins to fade, and the afternoon sun starts drifting towards the hills. The desolate Afghan road slopes into a small ravine with rushing stream beside it. Wild grasses cover everything around the road. The humvees slow down and stop as we roll into the Echo checkpoint. The ten men quickly hop out of the humvees and start setting up camp. The barren camp consists of a wooden hut and a fire pit. Not much but better than nothing. “Hey Dom get your lazy ass out of that truck and come help light a fire, I’m ready for some S’mores man.” Said Jennings with a smile on his face. I let out a chuckle and jogged over to the pit where Jennings was setting up our fire. Jennings got the fire roaring to life with the help of some gas from our humvee. It soon became the only light, as the sun dipped its head out of sight, leaving us with blackness. Our Staff Sargent, Ted Rhodes, began handing out our less than adequate canned meals. “Dom, Jennings, you guys have first watch.” grumbled Rhodes. “Okay Sir.” We replied in unison. After the rest of our squad put up their tents and went to sleep Jennings and I sat down of the hood of one of the humvees. “Do you think we’ll ever get home Dom?” “Maybe, maybe not. You never know what’ll happen out here.” I say in a quivering voice. “Yeah maybe we’ll love it out here so much, we’ll move in.” says Jennings I start to smile, “Of course man, of course.” A bright light coming from the direction of the tents blinds my eyes. “Dom, Jennings, where’s my water? I told you guys to grab that for me.” shouts an annoyed voice. “It’s in the other humvee, get it yourself!” screams Jennings. Taylor shakes his head and slowly jogs over to the other humvee. Suddenly a violent explosion shakes me and Jennings, and the humvee erupts into a flaming scrap of metal. Not knowing what’s happening, I dive behind my own humvee. Gunfire lights up the cave-like blackness of the night, every shot fired like its own flashlight. I see three of my men run out of their tents, only to see their limp bodies fall to ground. I pick up my M4 assault rifle, and try to command my shaking hand to fire. With a trembling finger, I manage to squeeze the trigger and fire few rounds towards the direction of the bush. An excruciating pain flares up in my stomach and shoulder, knocking me off my feet. I fight to not lose consciousness, and clutch my wounded shoulder. I feel around on my stomach, and I feel as though I am prey that has been torn apart by its predator. Blood covers my entire hand and torso. A wave of intense nausea hits me, as I realize the full extent of my injuries. The sound of helicopter rotors in the distance c more

Resolved Question: Modern Warfare 2 Best M4A1 Class?

Ok, so i was playing team deathmatch and i noticed i'm getting owned today.My scores are stuff like 18kills 15 deaths,8 kills 14 deaths my only good score today was: 43 kills 13 deaths.Ok so back on the M4A1 class, I need a beast M4A1 class for TDM.Please Tell me the everything in the class.Attachment(s),secondary weapon, Equipment, special grenades, all perks, deathstreaks, killstreaks.I'll show you how to type it: Primary Weapon: Secondary Weapon: Equipment: Special Grenade: Perk 1: Perk 2: Perk 3: Deathstreak: There you go, you can copy and paste that if you like.Just type in the blanks.Also keep in mind I want a beastly TDM M4A1 class that isn't a camper class I need a RUN AND GUN class no camper or stealth.The parts where it says Primary weapon and secondary weapon put the attachments right after.Example: Primary Weapon:M4A1 with Holographic sight Secondary:USP.45 w/tactical knife Those are the examples.I'm gonna stop here cause my post is getting a bit long.Thanks guys!!! If you want to add me on PSN it's SilverGrape78.Thanks again! more

Voting Question: Looking for a movie- romantic comedy, guy is a spy/assassin something, girl moves in with models/similar?

I saw this a long time ago with a friend, unfortunately I cannot remember any actors/actresses. I am fairly sure it was made in the late 90s/early 2000s. The basic gist of the ploy is the guy is some sort of spy or assassin, the girl doesn't find out until the end. She lives with three models, there's probably a makeover scene in there somewhere, I remember at one point they walk around the apartment balancing objects on their heads. The apartment building they live in is right across from another one, I think it might have been the guys, and there was some spying going on. The guy has a set of throwing knives, at one point he hits a fly on the wall. There is some sort of confrontation at the end involving the guy's job/affiliates. Grosse Point Blank was suggested, but I know that's not it. Please help! It's killing me, not knowing. more

Resolved Question: What could turn your organs to mush?

Today i watch a show (taped) on women in Vietnam. One thing the nurse had to see was a man who had no marks on him (i.e. shrapnel entry, bullet wound, paper cut, etc.). The man asked if he was going to die, the nurse said no because he seemed just fine. The very next day she was working on a patient right next to him, she heard him scream, looked over and it looked like a chestburster coming from his stomach but it didnt break skin. The doctor ran to him knifed him open felt around and with a blank look on his face he said "This man has no heart, no stomach, no organs! It's all just mush!". End of the story the man looked at the nurse and said "You promised I would live." and then he died. Okay well back to the question, how does organs to mush happen? Infection of some sort? Malnutrition? Heartbreak? Exact answer please very curious.it was a Vietnam nurse show like a documentary, I'm guessing it might be ebola because there are some red spots on the map for it in Vietnam. They recieved him in the hospital the day before he died, who knows how long he might've been carrying it. more

Resolved Question: People who cook alot?

Can you please put the right words in the blanks for me? thanks:) (1)_______to remove the peeling by using a knife or peeler (2) ________ to beat rapidly and make light and airy (3) ________ to gently combine two mixtures by cutting down through the center with a rubber scraper, across the bottom of the bowl, and up and over close to the surface (4) _________ to mix shortening and flour with a pastry blender or two knives (5)_________to work or press dough with the palms of the hands (6) ___________to cook in a small amount of fat (7) _________to rub on a tool that separates or shreds the food in various small sizes (all these words wont be used) -grate -toss -cream -knead -whip -cut in -chop -fold -saute -pare Also, one stick of margarine is equal to what? like a half a cup or something? more

Resolved Question: What would your survival pack have?

Okay, you just found out something is about to happen in the US, either were getting invaded, an asteroid is about to impact, (fill in the blank). You got about two days to pack a survival pack, what would you take and why? I heard some people say they wold take salt, water, and MRE's. Others, a Bible, a knife etc. Again, what would you pack and why? Thanks for checking out my question more

Resolved Question: what does this type of dream mean?....?

I keep having a dream i am on holiday but its rarely the same place and something really terrifying happens. I have had a dream i was on a boat with lots of people i don't know and i was stealing lots of perfume and cash etc from them all. I also had a dream i was raped by a man with a distinctive smell and that was horrible! other dreams include being away and seeing someone i know and them blanking me or trying to avoid me. I was in a strange place once... like halls or something and a man and a women (looked like zombies!) where chasing me with a butchers knife! I have also dreamt I was somewhere i didn't know and was trying to get to my mum after i heard she was being taken to alaska to be killed? these all sound crazy when you write them out, but i am waking up feeling very restless and just want a good night sleep back again! I haven't ever done anything to of been in trouble with the police and have done anything that makes me feel as if i would be now... in-case any of you thought that! thanks for your answers! (serious answers please) thank you x more

Resolved Question: Read thiz....What do you think?

Killer----(() This is a lil strange but today I ran into a cold blooded killer hunting me from my past and follows me then push me right on my ass I look in the mirror as I ran far away My eyes are blaken purple nor blue but it happen so fast I cant see for I shield my self with this mask As my mind is blank ,empty and vacant Tears storming down my cheeks As I continue to run it feel as if my body is stiff my legs cant move stuck in neutral I begin to become more and more paranoid A cold blooded killer is after my life dam, get away from me with that dam knife I take cover down in front hands behind my head What have I gotten my self into I ask as I lay these flowers upon my death bed As I see my killers eyes reaching for that trigger I look in to the mirror one last time I see the reflection of the gun followed by three shots straight to the heart A cold blooded killer and she looks just like me!! the only person to ever fear is you and god! ------2nd one Creeping through the cracks waiting for your heart to be attacked Giggles filled the air as if ghost was hunting you the ghost of love Sent by two doves Love is not something that we all Share so do you Dare? Not something found at a very fast paste But its patience .. Love is an unwanted feeling creeping inside Waiting to sneak up on you when you least expect it When lost and unstable it finds its way back home it comes right back impossible to hide. Everyday more and more hearts are broken feelings deep down begin to be awoken. Dark and foggy nights to cry Some just waiting for your hearts to die But be strong time to carry along For our days grow longer without another left with no words to speak Breathless As some lay sleepless in the night tossing and turning Wondering what’s really un right Some sit there in write others not losing love cause they put up a fight. But even some times when you fight so hard you still end Up the one knock to your knees helplessly Relationships comes and goes just as the seasons shows somewhere in the world there is a you and I forced together because We are ones soul mate sent from heaven Many seek this heart filled wonderland but what one don’t know is Its waiting for them some where waiting in a dark corner so it can Sneak up one u like rain and thunder so I sit here and write day in night Wondering what is love truly about?? what do you think! and i no about the grammer and the slag i wanna know your general thoughts! more

Resolved Question: Spanish help please fast!!!!!!!?

What is the REGULAR ending for an -ar verb in the "usted" form? an amos a -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 2 (Yes/No Worth 1 points) The "yo" form of any verb always ends in the letter "o." Yes No -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 3 (True/False Worth 1 points) Comemos pollo en el comedor. True False -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 4 (True/False Worth 1 points) Todas (all) las cabinas en la nave tienen una cama. True False -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 5 (Matching Worth 5 points) Match the Spanish word to its English meaning. Match Term Definition la servilleta A) the fork la pimienta B) the knife el cuchillo C) the napkin el plato D) the pepper el tenedor E) the plate -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 6 (True/False Worth 1 points) The Spanish verb "hablar" is a "go" verb. True False -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 7 (Multiple Choice Worth 1 points) Which of the following verbs is NOT a "go" verb? tener ser salir -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 8 (True/False Worth 1 points) The Spanish verb "traer" is a "go" verb. True False -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 9 (Fill-In-The-Blank Worth 1 points) The Spanish word for "skirts" is las Answer for Blank 1: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 10 (Fill-In-The-Blank Worth 1 points) “Plate” en español es el Answer for Blank 1: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 11 (True/False Worth 1 points) The Spanish words for "I put" are "Yo pongo." True False -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 12 (Fill-In-The-Blank Worth 1 points) The verb "to make" in Spanish is Answer for Blank 1: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 13 (True/False Worth 1 points) The Spanish words for "I leave" are "Yo salgo." True False -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 14 (Fill-In-The-Blank Worth 1 points) The Spanish word for “they” is Answer for Blank 1: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 15 (Fill-In-The-Blank Worth 1 points) The word for "she" in Spanish is Answer for Blank 1: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 16 (True/False Worth 1 points) In Spain, the form of "you" that you use for more than one person that you know very well is "ustedes." True False -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 17 (Multiple Choice Worth 1 points) Which of these items is NOT a piece of furniture? la cama el estante la maleta -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 18 (Multiple Choice Worth 1 points) Which of these items is a color? blusa uva azul -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 19 (Multiple Choice Worth 1 points) ¿Dónde nadamos en la nave? Nadamos en el teatro. Nadamos en la nave. Nadamos en la piscina. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Question 20 (Multiple Choice Worth 1 points) ¿Cuál es una cosa que NO pones en la maleta (suitcase)? Un vaso Un vaso está en la mesa. Una camisa Sí, hay una camisa en la maleta. (shirt) Unos pantalones Sí, hay unos pantalones en la maleta. (pants) more

Resolved Question: Can a Clown Knife and Jaguar Cichlid be kept together?

Our clown knife is 3 1/2 - 4 inches and our jag is still a baby at only an inch. We just moved our Jag from our cichlid tank to our knife's 20 gal. He's a new fish and there seems to be something wrong with him, he blanked out and stopped swimming normally (face down and very still) for about 30 seconds while our tank boss took a few bites outta him. I put him in the knife's tank to save him. He's looking very healthy, hasn't blanked out like before and already caught a feeder we had in there. Anyone have any ideas what could have happened and how his future's looking in this tank? note: the 20 gal for the knife is very temporary until he gets bigger. would the jag be okay in this tank with only the clown knife until he reaches a few inches?Could you give me an approximative fish size-to-tank ratio for these two? When my jag is two, three, and four inches, how much tank will he need? When my knife is 5 or 6 inches, how much would he need? Thank you so much!! more

Resolved Question: My life is REALLY going nowhere... not to mention meaningless... Please help?

Life is going nowhere and is completely boring. All the things I loved don't bring me satisfaction/happiness anymore. Reading, drawing, sewing, collecting, work, etc. just leaves me empty; trying to motivate myself doesn't work as I get only halfway through and as it goes nowhere, I give up. I have tried setting goals, trying new activities but to no avail. Even when I complete a goal, nothing (Like when I did a fashion show last year and was the only designer to get a standing ovation, I didn`t feel anything). Daily activities/hobbies have become “motions” to go through. My psychologist and I have gotten nowhere on these feelings and I want to end it. I have friends but have become "bored" of them yet like them at the same time. Same for all the people in my life. Hanging out with different social groups doesn’t work. I am bored with myself. Collecting books doesn’t give joy. So I now collect expensive, beautiful lingerie sets. I have many and I don’t even intend to wear them. I just buy them mechanically. Keeping busy, ironically, makes me more restless. I am taking a year off before university and I don’t want to go anymore. It’s not because I have decided not to pursue a postsecondary education point blank; it`s pointless to go if life is meaningless. These feelings started in gr.9 and are at their worst, now that I am 18, especially last month as this apathy/boredom has sunk in. I find it hard to resist the urge to throw myself in front of cars when I cross the street, drown myself when I bathe, and the kitchen knives keep calling. On two occasions these urges were so strong that A) I wanted so bad to swallow that bottle of Advil staring right at me from the cupboard and B) I wandered outside, crying in the snow, because I wanted so badly to throw myself in front of the cars at night. Religion doesn’t help. Reading about evolution has crushed my belief; spirituality means nothing. I still can`t figure out the meaning of life. And no, don`t tell me life has meaning if I give it meaning. Living with my parents makes suicide a no go. I have found some books at the library about suicide methods and how to go about them. I never asked to be born, so don`t tell me either to be grateful for being healthy, non-handicapped, etc.I would turn to booze and drugs, but I do not like alchohol AT ALL. I have tried but can't. Drugs is a whole other story.I DO have a psychologist... it has gone nowhere so far.Exercise and eating healthy used to make me feel good, but negative body image messed that all up and I gave up. I couldn't get thin enough or shaped the way I liked, so pointless. more

Resolved Question: I wrote this poem and i want some opinions... It is pretty short, just a moment of your time, please?

A Simple Memory Find my blood covered knife, Lying beside my body's place. See the frozen, blank expression, Covering my soulless face. Look at the deep slash, Carved into my skinny wrist. Hear my past judgements, Of the death I would insist. Remember my name, Who I used to be, For that is all you have left, Just a simple memory. So what do you guys, and gals, think?And I am not into self-mutilation, I just wrote it like that for some reason...Sure ale, you could use it for lyrics, but you'll have to email me the lyrics of the song you make out of it! I would love to see how you make it a song! more

Resolved Question: Do you like this poem and if not, what's wrong with it?

the title: Love is Suicide Your words sting like acid If we had another chance we passed it Don’t take my hand and tell me it’ll be alright Maybe you aren't aware, but I'm leaving tonight I’m sick of your lies, Your beautiful disguise. Scars on my wrist, knife in hand. Stains on the ground, blood and tears land I’m on the floor, my blank eyes just stare. Soon you’ll realize I’m no longer there. It was by love that I was bewitched, And from this world, I won’t be missed. I know its kinda short.. :P oh, and i can take your critic-ness and honesty, thanks :)it IS a poem written by a (then emo) girl!! XD more

Resolved Question: Trauma center under the knife 2: need help with chapter 7-4 blank?

When I do chapter 7-4(when you operate doctor Adel Tulba from GUILT) I finish the operation and the game turns blank! I have tried it a couple of times and the same thing happens what can I do? more

Resolved Question: Can you make my poem better without COMPLETELY changing it? #3 pllllease!?

Hate longing for misery, Misery longing for depression, and depression longing for life. Once it gets a hold of it, it speaks all we dont know of. Its the insane fealing of blood rushing thrugh your veins, A knife drowsily cutting into an apple, Fire gently blowing in the wind. Its as pittiful as a dusty book queing to be opened, A blank peice of paper waiting to be drawn upon, Seeds in a packet waiting to be planted. Its the cintch emotion of whisteling to your own tune, Daydreaming with a smile, Wanting what you think is impossible to have. You wish it was more than what it is, But all it is, is you. more

Resolved Question: what do you think of this rap it may contain irish slang as i am irish criticism accepted thanks?

Chorus... You try to go... go and get a life.... You try to go...go and get a life...... You try to go... go and get a life..... But all you get is trouble and strife... You try to go... go and get a life.... You try to go... go and get a life.... You try to go... go and get a life.... But all your memories are ended by a knife....... Verse you spend a great time having a laugh with your mates, And all repercussions are left up to fate, You F>uck, you drink, you smoke a bit of ganja, You don’t F>ucking care where its gonna land ya, So school comes round and your fun is spent, But now the lads start calling you bent, A waster, a dick, a ******* little pussy, Ya Better think twice coz ya may not be so lucky, All of dis S>hit is just because you study, But you aint no fool, you aint no rookie, But your sick of it and cant concentrate, So you don’t answer their calls and you don’t call them your mate, Because your old pals will never forget and always be waiting, Under a bridge they will be skinning and hating, And then one day you will walk on past, OYYY U!!!!!!!!! DikHed !!!Why ya walking so fast, Come on back here till we have a chat, Now gimme your money and all of that, And don’t you dare put up a fight, Coz the fuse to this temper IS QUICK TO ignite!! so you ignore the fool and keep on walking, but behind you, you notice people talking, and as you turn around you expect the worst, but the worst you thought is purely the thirst, it was a gun pointed straight at your head, at point blank range one shot and your dead, your face crinkles up into a figure of dismay, the last thing on your mind is should i just pray, your forehead morphs into a few lil furrows like the rabbit running deeper, deeper to his burrow, when the shotgun points in, and blows him away, we are all dead at the end of the day. Chorus... You try to go... go and get a life.... You try to go...go and get a life...... You try to go... go and get a life..... But all you get is trouble and strife... You try to go... go and get a life.... You try to go... go and get a life.... You try to go... go and get a life.... But all your memories are ended by a knife....... And i know im talking morbid and it should be forbid, Buts its better than turning a blind eye to all of this S>hit, Could you imagine if the young youth in the 1st verse, Was to flip his life around and stick in reverse, Get rid of the curse, Which did plague him known as his friends? Where hes back alive and breathing again, And at that point in which he chooses his mates, And this time instead goes for a mate called kate, Shes a lovely girl and she knows how he thinks, From his favourite clothes to his favourite drink, And Sooner than he thinks hes falling in love, So hes in her bed and hes wearing a glove, But a few weeks later she announces the news, Theres a contraception child and he hits the booze, And then one night standing at the top of the stairs, Kate calls him up because she shes feeling scared, so he waddles up the steps in just his underwear, still drunk from that night and shes in despair, but he dosent care and shouts abuse, saying its her fault and he has everything to loose, so he strikes her twice in her innocent mouth, and pregnant kate ends up knocked out, so she tumbling down the stairs feeling every hard blow, and her lil belly is as soft as pastry dough, but by the time she reaches the floor, its too late we see the gore, she lying in a puddle of red, and this time two people have turned out dead, he got many years for his drunken assault, but the one who really payed it wasn’t even her fault, now which would you prefer verse 1 or verse 2, i know there both bad but what can you do??? I hope i showed you choice is important, Do it clearly and don’t ignore it, Because in your own eyes 2 choices may be seen, But i garantee you something that there is actually three..... more

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Resolved Question: I have been having nightmares, they are the WORST!?

I drew out my nightmare. It is a guy stalking the neighborhood killing from oldest to youngest. I am usually last. But they are a chase dream. The guy has a black overcoat, orange hair, green scarf, and a knife. My brother says he looks a lot like me, I took a second look at him and I noticed that too. He also has a blank emotionless face expression that never changes and has dull green eyes. My question is, what does my dream mean? more

Resolved Question: Abortion in Black and White?

A Gentlemen online brought this up and it got me thinking I think that there is one important view of abortion that has not been examined by any commentator on the issue, and that is the view of it as being the denouement of a simple and irrevocable causal chain (conception -> birth), which would mean that aborting on day 1 is no different to aborting on day last but 1. Though the former may seem reasonable, the latter clearly is not, and yet according to the causal chain argument that i think holds, the 2 are the same. My Response to him and I want to know if you agree: I think it is a very good view and just simplifies the debate into a blank and white category where there is no grey. What you are saying, if I am reading what you are saying right, is that once life starts its life and time doesn't make that anymore so or any more less significant. Life is Life. If you’re a mathematical thinker... egg + sperm = Life (baby) + time = Growth the continuation of life This is the equation of no abortion. Now let’s look at it with abortion. Egg + sperm= Life(baby) + No Time aka abortion= No Growth which indicates life that has been stopped which = death by and outside hand = murder. Death that happens on its own is just death as it occurs in life naturally. The life cycle, nature its self, you put a hand out to control that and you are playing God. Are you God? No, I think not. So the real debate dropping the softened word choice and the imaginative word abortion you are stuck with this debate.....To Murder or Not To Murder?...... That’s the question. If Murder or if it makes you feel batter abortion/ choice then please take a trip down to the nearest jail cell and get into a nice orange jump suit and take your place with all the other people who have tried to play God and mess with the life’s of others or those who have gone against the laws of man. Don't forget, as many have these days, Murder is against the Law of Man it states it very clearly predating thousands of years. Go do a research paper on murder and tell me if it has changed or been viewed differently. Murder throughout history has always been viewed as bad or as "wrong". It has always been punished. Your Dead Wrong to think murder of a baby, of a life now will change for you. Throughout time and history you take a life you will be punished in some form or another. Life runs its course you try to stop it and it will run over you. Even in the Bible it says you cannot even take your "own" life without punishment why on earth would you think you had the right to take another’s. Is this all too harsh for you? Ok let me change the words back abortion instead of murder and instead of premeditated I’ll use "choice" as you pro-choicer’s like to say and instead of baby/child/human being I’ll use fetus. Now that I have changed all the wording does this make what’s being done any different? Actions speak louder than words, isn’t that what everybody says. So what are the actions? Ok so we’re not using daggers, guns, poisons ,and knifes in a abortion which are described as weapons which is defined as a device for use in attack or defense or anything used against an opponent, adversary, or victim. But we are going to call them “instruments” defined as a mechanical tool or implement, esp. one used for delicate or precision work. Well now let’s get back to action subject, what do these instruments that a doctor uses in an abortion do. They use vacuums and clamps, or the instruments that are used to dismember the body parts and organs from the fetus causing death, the end of life; the total and permanent cessation of all the vital functions of an organism, that a knowing mother in who made a choice set up and appointment to accomplish. Now tell me when let’s say Bob decides he wants to murder, kill, or end the life of John and he sets up the time to do it and chooses that he would like to kill him using weapons to dismember the body parts and organs form Bob causing death, the end of life; the total and permanent cessation of all the vital functions of an organism. Please tell me the difference, because even with the words changed the same action happened and the same result occurred. The thing that gets me is that all the same things happened only one is called Premeditated Murder and the other is a Mother who choose not to keep the life that was growing inside her, picked a day to do it on, and have the very same things done to the Child/Fetus (a Homo Saipan just like you and me) as what happened to John. The only thing that has changed is now its called abortion. Don’t you think there is a problem in this? more

Resolved Question: can u help me on the blank stuff lost at the sea thing(4th grade) (10 points)?

NOTE: THAT THERE IS A WORD BANK DOWN AT THE BOTTOM. Lost at the sea June 6 We have been at sea for eight months, and during this time the weather has been pleasant and __________. Once, we were almost attacked by a _________ ship, but we got it away. I like my life as a sailor on board the Fairweather. Each day after I finish my work, I ________ to the top of the main mast and watch the sea. I am ___________ happy. July 1 This is the first day of the _______month of our voyage, and the weather has changed. he sky is dark and a great wind is blowing. July 3 The storm grew much worse. A huge wave crashed over the deck and threw me into the sea. I watched in horror as the ship sailed on without me. This morning I found myself on the shore of a small ________. All I have are the clothes I am wearing and this diary, which I had wrapped in oilcloth and put in a pocket. I _______ to discover where I was. But without a compass or a map, I had no ________. I could not _______ what to do. Then I saw a boy about my own age walking toward me. I wanted to be __________, so I bowed to him, He bowed back and offered to ______ me throught the forest to his family's hut. Although we didn't speak the same language, we were able to understand each other by using sign language. When we got to the hut, he introduced me to his family. They pointed to a cooking pot, and I understood that they wanted to _________ me to eat with them. They used a stone to _________ some spices into a fine powder. Then they sliced some vegetables with a ________. They fried them and added the spices and some rice. It was the most delicious meal I have ever eaten. Whenever I eat vegetables and rice in the future, they will _________ me of this meal. May 10 Today a ship sailed into a bay. I can't believe I'm going home. My island friends asked me to stay _________ longer. But I have to return to my family. I had plenty of time to __________ my opinion of a sailor's life. How could I have been so __________ to the dangers of a life at sea? I could have drowned when the huge wave threw me into the ocean. When I reach home, I will study __________ and spend my life in a laboratory. Or perhaps I'll just read about the sea in a __________. I will definitely not be a sailor. Word bank mild, library, science, guide, idea, quite, awhile, ninth, pirate, polite, tried, decide, remind, revise, island, grind, knife, climb, invite, blind more

Resolved Question: what to get my boyfriend for his birthday/christmas?

okay, my boyfriend and i have been going out for, not very long, but we've liked each other for the longest time, and we've been really close friends for a while... he's coming home (he's a few towns away, because of family affairs) in december, hopefully before christmas... well, his b-day is the 20th, and we celebrate christmas on the 21st (we're pagan, so we celebrate yule) well, i want to get him something special nothing sexual, because we don't do that but, something nice would be great... i think he was hinting on wanting a DSI (it's 170$ ) but, i'm not very sure if i'd be able to afford that lol but i still want to get him something... i know he's into swords and knives and what not and he's into the crazy crap, like doing dangerous stuff... but i can't be anywhere alone with him, because my parents don't trust us yet =/ so, i couldn't go to the movies or out to dinner... and so my options are limited to material only lol but i'm at a blank... please help :P thanks ~*Tear*~ more

Resolved Question: ♥Do I Write Good Poems?♥?

Just asking. My friend and my mom says these are really good...☻ -And which of the three is the best? If good? ♥When Are You Coming Home?♥ I huddle in the corner, All alone. I wonder what the time is, But I just don't have the guts To move. My mind runs ravishly On every thought, Every possible idea, Of where you are. Darkness surrounds my Every meaning of what life Really is. I cry and cry, until the day Is done. I let myself starve in hunger And thirst. I grow cold in the Shadows, with no warmth of A simple blanket or a pair of Your arms. I sit there for days, Wondering when you are Coming home. Scared. Terrified. Hungered for The answer. I whisper to myself, "When are you coming Home, mommy?" But as the days pass, I realize that she isn't Coming back. So I sit there in blank tears, My soultorn and cracked, Bloody. Bloody like the knife I held In my hand, After I dove it into my heart. "I'm home, darling." She Murmured to the little one In her arms, Reunited. ~~~ ♥This Is Home♥ The horror, And pain left Inside this home, Is sickening and Frightful Too many memories Linger inside the walls. Harmful, eerie Memories just make Me want to leave Or die. This house is no longer A home. Blood stains on the wall, The creepy feeling with Every step. Dark shadowns pass me By, as I shed tears Of agony and pain. What is there left to hide? I'm just better off alone. This is no hell. This, is home. ~~~ (Last one) ♥I'm Just Hanging By A Moment♥ Every step I take, I am one step closer To falling in love With you. Every little breath I take, I feel like I'm free, Like I am as clear As a cloudless Sky. The air I breathe, Is the oxygen you take. Each step I walk, Is one less step You have to take. But each second I am closer to death, You're just now Beginning to rise. I'm just hanging by A moment, Here with you. more

Resolved Question: What is on the top of your Christmas list this year 2009?

What is the biggest hit item you really want this Christmas that you are asking for? I'm trying to get ideas on what is the hit thing to get for my family but esp. my husband. He usually buys everything he wants throughout the year and when it comes to christmas he wants nothing. But really? I am gonna get something! haha! I just need ideas. My husband is a beer drinker, He considers himself as a redneck. He is trying to deck out his truck (ford ranger) to look like a red necks truck. (He is from Kansas btw) He already has deer antlers for his truck too. Is there deer tails for trucks?! He is into heavy metal, and rock some alternative. He is a class clown. He is in the army. He loves knifes, guns and bo and arrows (but we live in hawaii). He loves hunting. He loves movies...but we have a lot of movies... Any ideas?! my mind is blank. What would you like for christmas? more

Resolved Question: What kind of depression is this?

-Talking to themselves -Screaming at themselves -Thinking of suicide -Attempting suicide -Hurting them self (like cutting them self with a knife etc.) -Thinking to much but the thoughts are blank -Not getting sleep -Not enjoying things they use to enjoy more

Resolved Question: What's wrong with my XBOX 360?

Here's what happened. I was playing Dragon ball z burst Limit these few days but i didn't have XBOX Live so then the next day i got an ethernet cable and plugged it in then i created a gamertag and started to play with other people on Live then after a few losses i pick up my XBOX 360 to properly place it(I had to move the 360 to get it connected to the ethernet cable) i had already disconnected the ethernet cable when i picked up the 360 RIGHT THEN it made some kind of noise like the game disc was being scratched so i quickly put the 360 down and take the game out it didn't look like it was scratched so i then turn off my 360 and put it in its proper place I reconnect all the wires and cables(except the ethernet cable) and turn it back on to play some more DBZ burst Limit but when i put it in it just showed a black screen so then i take it out again and put it back in but the results are still the same a black screen when i put some of my other games in they work fine and perfect but burst limit gives me a blank screen i don't know what's wrong if you know what is then can you please tell me and No i did not play any of the other games on live except burst limit P.S. My brother still does not know and when he finds out i'm dead meat for real(literally) I'm serous he actually picked up a knife the last time i smack his games(accidently) more

Resolved Question: To Kill A Mockingbird: Questions after reading?

Apparently Harper lee was quoted as saying "Boo Radley is a 33 year old man who is ______ and has ______" or something like that. Could anyone fill in the blank? Also, how does the kitchen knife they find in Bob Ewell help reveal who Boo Radley is?I already know that Boo is the second Mockingbird. more

Resolved Question: Paranormal problem help?

I've asked this before but it's different so don't complain. So my sister is married and 3 months pregnant. She has this paranormal problem, I don't know. I did as some of these people on yahoo said that can help, i tried to relax her, told her to go to a safer place, I took care of her when she was at my house, asked her to get some people to get the evil spirits out, but it keeps getting worse. When I was trying to help her she just stood at a wall shaking in fear and then her face was blank and she told me "everything is okay I like it here just let me help myself" she said it in a creepy way. Some things she said didn't even make since. Then the one time when her and her husband spent the night at our house, I woke up to get a drink of water and when I walked in the living and I saw my sister laying my the floor curled up with a knife and I asked her "what's up with the knife?" and she didn't answer, all she said was "Stay away from me and my baby, stay away from me and my baby" I asked her "Are you crazy because I think you are." and she said the same thing. Then her husband came in and asked my sister "Are you okay honey?" and she said the same thing. Finally she said, "My stomach is hurting badly. It's painful." Then we thought it was a miscarriage but it turned out it wasn't a miscarriage. Thank god it wasn't. Then they asked for a therapist or doctor again but they couldn't help her. I'm really worried now. I tried to help her and relax her but it keeps getting worse. I'm sorry for asking about paranormal again but what should I do for her? Or what else should she do?She's been this way and acting like this since she was about 9 or 10 even before she was pregnant. So that's a problem just to let you guys know and also that she says she can see and feel something coming. I don't know but she thinks it's evil spirits. more

Resolved Question: Help me with the last line of my scary story? 10 points to first good answer?

I need help with the last line in my story! I hope you like it and i hope it's scary :) An Unexpected Visit The noise sounded like it came from the bedroom upstairs, so I decided to see what it was. I wish I hadn’t gone upstairs that one, dark night. The sound was a scream, but it sounded muffled as if something had shoved a pillow in the person’s face. Shaking, I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a knife, in case. Then, I tiptoed upstairs and slowly walked through the dim hallway. It was really dark, and it smelled like iron, like in blood. I squinted, hoping I could see a little better. Suddenly, a black figure appeared at the end of the long hallway. I said, “Who’s there?” and the mysterious person whispered, “What are you doing here?” I inched closer until I saw that it was a woman dressed in a blood-stained white night gown. I said, “Why are you bleeding and what are you doing in my house?!” She said, “You don’t know me, but God has told me you sinned, so I must punish you!” Just as she said that, I began sprinted the other way accidentally dropping my knife. She caught up with me, and with her bloody hand, she grabbed my arm. I yanked away my arm and bolted downstairs. I saw the phone and thought, “I’m saved”, but no. The phone was dead and on the back, there were red fingerprints. While I watched the woman limping towards me from 10 feet away, I panicked and threw the phone at her, but it missed and broke on the wall. I ran into the bathroom and locked it. In shock, I sat down against the wall on the other side of the bathroom only to see blood seeping through the bottom of the closed door. As I watched the doorknob slowly turn, I realized the lock was broken. Screaming in fear I decided to make a run for it. I opened the window and saw a brick wall. I was trapped! Then, there was banging on the door. I yelled, “Why are you doing this?” She said, “Sinners need to learn their lesson.” All of a sudden, I heard the front door burst open and feet running inside. The footsteps came closer and then, a man said, “Bring the tranquilizer!” The woman was screaming, but then it got quiet. The man said, “It’s the police, open the door.” I was hesitant, but opened it. There was a whole police team outside the door, and I watched a few carry the unconscious woman outside. The man told me that a few months ago, a woman went missing from the insane asylum miles away. They’ve been trying to track her down for a long time, and finally found her here. I asked how did they know to come here. The police officer said that my neighbor had heard screaming and called 911. The policemen told me I should get some sleep and they helped clean up all the blood around my house. After they left, I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth, and written on the mirror in blood it said___________ fill in the blank!! thank you everyone! i will give 10 points to first good answer more

Resolved Question: I Need some advice Please?

Let me start from the beginning I was 17 when my brother passed and for some reason I feel this void in my life. I have never wrote poetry before and for some reason this just came to me. Can someone please tell me what you think be nice The blank feelings in my head as I watch lying on the bed Not knowing what to say as I watch you slip away As I hold your hand I feel the coldness not wanting to let go I cant hold back the tears as the river begans to flow My best friend my brother slips away God how can I stop it please not today Knowing the time has come and the angels are here I am faced with a challenge and a lonely fear Losing my brother losing my life I still feel the hurt like a sharp end of a knife Thre journey is here and the battle has begun How can you leave now you are the greatest father and son. more

Voting Question: Holding wages and lieing.?

I worked in a club in September and on Sept the 12th,the owner accused me of stealing.I told her I didn't take anything,she took it or her husband did.Then she called me in the kitchen and told me not to blank with her and I told her not to blank with me.Then she went to the sink looking for a knife or something as to do me harm,but one look at me she changed her mind.Told her to call police 3 times ,she wouldn't do it.But they didn't pay me for the two nights I worked,when I asked for it.Want her and me to take a lie detected test and get my $60.00. Not much but its mine I worked hard for it.Any ideals on how to get it and petition for lie detector test? more

Resolved Question: Does this catch your attention?

I have to write a personal narrative about something that's made me into who I am today. I'm not sure if this is the topic I want to write about... This is only the beginning, please let me know if you find it interesting so far. I watch with unblinking eyes as a stranger cries. Tears flow swiftly down her face while she emits deep continuous sobs. Her knuckles are white as bone as her first clenches around the hard handle of a knife. I am frozen in place as she slashes her flesh without mercy. Her sobs erupt into earsplitting screams. Then … “Saw III will return after these messages.” My eyes manage to close and my muscles begin to relax as I reach over to flip the channel back to Comedy Central. * * * “What’s this key for?” I question as I play with the keys on Josh’s lanyard. “It’s not a key, it’s a knife.” He replies. I study the strange silver object and realize that my boyfriend is right. There is a seam from the tip of the “key” down to the other end. I pinch each side of the seam at the tip with my fingertips and attempt to pull it apart. Sure enough, the sides pull away from each other, revealing a cleverly disguised screwdriver on one side and the familiar blade of a knife on the other. I experimentally run the tip of my thumb over the blade. “What good is a knife if it’s not sharp?” I ask, continuing my random interrogation that had stemmed from boredom. “Be careful, don’t cut yourself.” Josh says distractedly as he searches for his bowling ball. “I couldn’t if I wanted to.” I retort, closing the knife, and averting my attention to watch him bowl a strike. * * * Blah, blah, blah… number and gender! Pulling myself from the daze just in time to hear my teacher finish reciting her favorite grammar rule, I slam my fist against the desk along with the rest of the eighth graders in my Spanish one class. The excitement of learning a new language had hit rock bottom, and so had my grade. In a feeble attempt to raise my grade and avoid failing the class, I turn around to copy answers from the girl behind me. As I glance at her blank worksheet somewhat covered by her arm, I spot fresh cuts peaking out from behind a wristband. My gaze immediately shifts upward to the girl’s eyes with a knowing look. Her eyes flash with shame and fear. In an attempt to calm her fear, I reach out and point to a question on her worksheet. “I think the answer for this one is ‘A’.” I say, never looking away from her face. Her eyes slide down as she looks to where I’m pointing. Suddenly her gaze swings back to meet mine and she gives me a look of understanding, completely void of fear and filled with empathy. Not wishing to expose my own secret any longer, I hastily pull back my hand and situate my arm in my lap so that the underside of my wrist is hidden from everyone’s view. * * * This is totally a rough. as my teacher likes to say i was "vomiting" ideas/words/etc. I'm a Junior in AP English (AP is Advanced Placement) Right now the story is just flashes from different scenes in my life. the first two are recent while the 3rd is a bit older. I was trying to slowly introduce the reader into the idea of cutting...I think my next scene will be focused more on myself and my own history... I think I should switch the first two scenes though, any thoughts? more

Voting Question: Do you like this so far?

I have to write a personal narrative about something that's made me into who I am today. I'm not sure if this is the topic I want to write about... This is only the beginning, please let me know if you find it interesting so far. I watch with unblinking eyes as a stranger cries. Tears flow swiftly down her face while she emits deep continuous sobs. Her knuckles are white as bone as her first clenches around the hard handle of a knife. I am frozen in place as she slashes her flesh without mercy. Her sobs erupt into earsplitting screams. Then … “Saw III will return after these messages.” My eyes manage to close and my muscles begin to relax as I reach over to flip the channel back to Comedy Central. *** “What’s this key for?” I question as I play with the keys on Josh’s lanyard. “It’s not a key, it’s a knife.” He replies. I study the strange silver object and realize that my boyfriend is right. There is a seam from the tip of the “key” down to the other end. I pinch each side of the seam at the tip with my fingertips and attempt to pull it apart. Sure enough, the sides pull away from each other, revealing a cleverly disguised screwdriver on one side and the familiar blade of a knife on the other. I experimentally run the tip of my thumb over the blade. “What good is a knife if it’s not sharp?” I ask, continuing my random interrogation that had stemmed from boredom. “Be careful, don’t cut yourself.” Josh says distractedly as he searches for his bowling ball. “I couldn’t if I wanted to.” I retort, closing the knife, and averting my attention to watch him bowl a strike. *** Blah, blah, blah… number and gender! Pulling myself from the daze just in time to hear my teacher finish reciting her favorite grammar rule, I slam my first against the desk along with the rest of the eighth graders in my Spanish one class. The excitement of learning a new language had hit rock bottom, and so had my grade. In a feeble attempt to raise my grade and avoid failing the class, I turn around to copy answers from the girl behind me. As I glance at her blank worksheet somewhat covered by her arm, I spot fresh cuts peaking out from behind a wristband. My gaze immediately shifts upward to the girl’s eyes with a knowing look. Her eyes flash with shame and fear. In an attempt to calm her fear, I reach out and point to a question on her worksheet. “I think the answer for this one is ‘A’.” I say, never looking away from her face. Her eyes slide down as she looks to where I’m pointing. Suddenly her gaze swings back to meet mine and she gives me a look of understanding, completely void of fear and filled with empathy. Not wishing to expose my own secret any longer, I hastily pull back my hand and situate my arm in my lap so that the underside of my wrist is hidden from everyone’s view. ***This is totally a rough. as my teacher likes to say i was "vomiting" ideas/words/etc. I'm a Junior in AP English (AP is Advanced Placement)Right now the story is just flashes from different scenes in my life. the first two are recent while the 3rd is a bit older. I was trying to slowly introduce the reader into the idea of cutting...I think my next scene will be focused more on myself and my own history... I think I should switch the first two scenes though, any thoughts? more

Resolved Question: umm... is there a way 2 STOP a gemini from getting revenge on u?

we bought a buch of gorrilla glu. i mean alot, like 60 bottles. and i had this idea. and when i get a idea i hav to do it. we turned his room upside down. we put his dresser desk stereo EVEN THE T.V. on the roof. only the bed didn't work. and he walks in, and he has this blank look on his face. and he doesn't say anything. and after litterally 2 minutes he just walks away, and we died laughing on the floor. he's my cousin so i was eatin dinner at his house, and he was queit the whole time. and he's NEVER quiet. and today he completely ignored me, and every moring we hav this dissing session where we just make fun of each other, but he sed NOTHING. i called him a fairy tale pricess or somethin, and sed if he told his gf he was out the closet yet. ussually he would reply wit somethin outrageous but he just walked away. I AM SOOOOO SORRY. BUT HE JUST IGNORES ME, AND I WAS SCREAMING THAT I WAS SRRY! wat is he gonna do? i think he's crazy, he's like a bipolar clown holding a knife at the park. i'm a pisces aqua cusp, i kno that doesn't matter but whatever. HELP!!!!!!!!!!! more

Resolved Question: Cd stuck in car cd player?

i have a 2004 Cadillac escalade esv (platinum edition i think) n everytime i turn on the car the cd player starts clicking. it keeps clicking for a while until it stops, then it starts again. i have a cd stuck in it that no matter what i do doesnt come out. the cd player is a 6 disc player n when a disc is in it (before it broke) the number slot its in lights up but now it doesnt the only thiing i can do on the physical player is press the eject button and hear it click. the dashboard is sort of frozen it says disc 2 track 2 n the other disc info. it also has options like change track,fast forward, pause play n stuff like that, but when i press those buttons it doesnt do anything the little icon on the dashboard doesnt even light up the only option that actually lights up (but doesnt do anything) is change disc -> and <- if tried some stuff on the internet but noting worked i put a blank cd inside wiggled it, smacked the dashboard, smacked the cd player, TRIED to put a butter knife with tape in it but cant because it has something blocking the slot but nothing worked i heard that it COULD be because of hot temperatures a piece of plastic melted inside or something like that. n that might be the case cuz i live in miami n the cars windshield thermometer is always around 90-100 degrees Fahrenheit so yea...it gets pretty hot in there I want to know if there is anyway to fix it WITHOUT opening the cd player or removing a fuse or something, like if you have anymore tricks that apparently work then ill try them. i want opening or having to send it somewhere to get fixed a last resort like if i HAVE to do it then i guess ill have to do it :P so um yea... thx in advance, if you have any tips the please help me more

Resolved Question: I think there's a vampire in my college class... Thoughts?

I started college in September as a fresher straight from Year 11. I'm doing a BTEC Level 2 course, Diploma in Digital Applications, and it seems most of my classmates are fat, sweaty nerds... Which I'm ok with, of course, I got bullied every single day at my secondary school and I definitely prefer having to be with them, than being at my school. I sit next to a boy called Chris, who is in his second college year, from what I know he did another course, passed it, and wanted to try something else. He's a really interesting fellow, he's a year older than I am and I like talking to him, he usually helps me when I'm stuck... He isn't like the others, who seem to spend their EMA on alcohol and get wasted, he just keeps himself to himself, gets his work done and goes home. He told me he just goes wandering in the countryside outside of his town, and goes on the PC in the evenings. He seems really, really lonely though, he doesn't seem to have anybody to talk to except for me, and I sometimes catch him wandering around pretending he is going somewhere. He also said that at his secondary school he was bullied a lot too, but eventually resorted to violence to solve it. He told me about how he snuck up on one of the bullies with a knife, grabbed him and said if he didn't stop then he would be killed. At the time, he grew on me and I started to like him more than a friend... And I asked him more about himself and his life, but he always seemed to pass off my questions, saying "Sometimes, there are some things humans are simply not meant to know". Eventually though, one day, he sighed sadly, looked me in the eye and said "You're a good person. I think I can trust you. Meet me after class is over, I want to show you something." I wasn't doing anything after class so I decided to go with him. He took me to his bus station, paid my fare, and eventually we reached his hometown. He didn't say much while we were walking to his house but he wasn't angry... His face was just completely blank. Eventually we reached a very rugged and worn road by a field, and he stopped me before we reached the first few houses on the road. He reached out and put his hand on my shoulder, looked me in the eye and said "You must promise me you won't think any differently of me, Lily. Can you do that?" I nodded and smiled. Then, he stopped me again when we reached the first three houses. One in the middle looked fairly old, but peeling and worn, and the front garden was a little overgrown. It looked a bit like a council house, but it couldn't have been since Chris doesn't get EMA. It wasn't the worst house I've seen but, compared to the two next to it, it was pretty dull. He sighed heavily. "My dad earns 30k a year, but we live like poor people. Inside, things are peeling and rugged, but they are perfectly happy living like this." I looked at him, his face was still blank, but I could sense a certain hatred building inside him. I went over and hugged him. He grabbed me and held me very passionately, running his hands down my curves... I didn't mind though. He deserved that hug. He led me further down the road, when there was a pause in the pavement. To our right was a lane leading to a farm, and the countryside. He started to go down the lane, reached a red gate and paused for a long time. He was trying to decide something. Eventually he turned to me and said "Lily. I'm going to go to the farm. I need to check something private. You'll be ok getting back won't you?" I said yes, because it wasn't a far walk to the bus stop and I had some coins to get back. After I said goodbye to him, I walked back up the lane to the pavement, then stopped. I wanted to see what he did at the farm, so I turned back and looked down the lane. Chris walked up to the red gate and jumped right over it. I was surprised because it was a damn high gate, and after he was out of earshot I climbed over and followed him. He reached a sheep pasture and what I saw next disturbed me too much to watch - he pulled a folding knife out of his pocket, snuck up on a sheep, pounced on it and sliced its neck. There was blood. So much blood. And he was drinking it. After that I just ran. I can't remember much else but I just ran. I honestly don't know what to think. I don't know what his intentions are. Vampires can't be real... But no human could have jumped over the gate as efficiently as he did... Why did he drink the sheep's blood? Any thoughts? more

Resolved Question: Is This a good start to a story?

Winter's War, Summer's Secret. Clarification, Winter and Summer are two different people. Thanks. Part One - Summer Prologue - Contours of My Soul. I let my breath flow out from my mouth into the cold winter night, making tiny clouds of vaporization shield my eyes from the moon. I squint up at the stars, my mind wandering to several thoughts at once. I trace my hand along the patterns of the sky, as I remember the nights, when my mother would sit out her with me, my sister by my side, and watch the stars move with the earth. Watch as we create worlds beyond worlds with our imaginations. That was before the return of my father. We had all thought he had died, but he showed up that one hot summer afternoon. Breaking into our house, taking our mother's life, and pushing me, and my sister Winter into the ground. We - Well I, seeing as I have no idea where my sister is, and my mother is dead- Haven't heard from him since then, but I have a bad feeling it is still not over. He wasn't down with us that day. I look away from the stars, as they bring back unwanted memories of being taken away from my sister, thrown into the child protective system, and sold out to strange family in the middle of a worn down town in Idaho. I get up from my wet grassy noel protected by the stretch of trees just beyond the horizon. I wipe my bottom of any stray blades of grass, and shake out my tattered copper hair. I set off towards the distance, my home settled into the hills of the Blank Mountains. Just fifteen minutes out of town. I look around at the scenery, never really taking it in before, and I notice the beauty of this field I had found. The moon casting shadows over the towering oaks, creating ripples in the small ponds the crowd in the corner. I struggle up the hill, as I see the familiar smoke rise out our cabin/house, and smile spreads on my lips. I may not like the family, but the house always calms me of my fears. Brings me back to the days when I was small, simple. I feel the overwhelming body heat as I pass through the wooden door, into the small, but spacious living room. Greeted by my foster mother, and her son. "Oh, Hello Summer." Milla, the mother, said to me. I smiled a sincerely fake smile back at her, as I waved to Davy, her five year old son. I saw them through eyes of hatred, of envy, and sadness. They had everything I had always wanted. A family, friends. Milla had her babies, and her husband. And what did I have, a lost sister, a dead mother, and a psychopathic father. Wonderful, yes? No, it's not wonderful. The nights when I literally have to pry my eyes open from the cold dreams I seem to be having more and more often, they suck. The days when I can't walk outside, fearful of seeing my father standing out by the door, a bloody knife in his hands, our mother's decapitated, worn and torn body at his feet. I have so many insecurities, so many heart tearing stories, that I can't live my life without a memories clouding my vision. Throwing my into a dark world of despair, and ripping my soul out of my body. Lately, I can feel the presences of other people memories. Some just as bad as mine, some worse. And now I have more fears, fears that I will not only have to carry the burden of my memories, but the looming omenisent sick twisted memories of strangers. I snap back into reality, and smile one more reassuring smile at Milla. "Hello Milla. Nice to see you, I'll be on my way." I say to her as I make my way down the dark hall. So much representing my life, at this moment in time. It's going to be three parts. 1. Summer, 2. Winter, and 3. The Reunion. It's a mystery/ phycological thriller mixed with super powers, and crazy people. But yeah. Just tell me how you like this prologue.Pearl - I know, but seeing as Summer, and Winter are different seasons, I didn't want people to believe that Part one was The season summer, not the person. You see? more

Resolved Question: what do you think?? =) plz any opinions...?

I sat alone, everything was dark and silent. There was no wind, and no cars outside, no people, no footsteps, I was totally alone. My heart was barely beating, any minute now, it would stop forever. Every beat felt like a countdown to my last one. My hands bound behind my back, my feet bruised and chained my arms and legs ripped to shreds. My whole body was in pain, and yet I felt nothing. Everything was numb. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t move. I was a goner there was no doubt. I started to fall asleep as my body slowly started to shut down. But the one thing that remained on my mind through it all was my family. There was no one left apart from me now. They were all gone, murdered. I kept picturing my little sister. Her sweet innocent face. She was always so pale, but she was so beautiful. Her long strands of brown hair, tiny brown eyes and the cheekiest face. Her laugh echoed in my ears, but I knew she was gone, they all were. My mum and dad died last. They were all shot, point blank. Yet for some reason they didn’t shoot me, I wished they had so many times. They killed my mum, dad and little sister, but they left me. Why, why leave me? Why not kill me? Why am I different from them? What I had I done to deserve to carry on living? What had my innocent little sister ever done to deserve to die the way that she did? I had lost count how long I had been here, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds, it all blurred into one. I had no idea; but time was no longer of any importance to me. I had given up; no one was coming to my rescue. I had given up all hope of living. I wanted to die; I kept asking myself why they didn’t kill me. Three bangs, that’s all it took, three tiny movements of their little finger wiped out my family in a matter of seconds. Everyone I had loved was taken away from me, with three single bullets. I remembered being scared at first, the horror and the panic. Waiting in the dark for a lifetime it seemed. No one came when we yelled. My mum and my dad screamed for hours on end. My little sister sat curled up on my lap, but then, then they came, they ripped her from me. Her little face covered in tears and paler than ever. I tried to hold onto her, they whipped me and beat me, but still I held on, she was only 7 years old. Then he shot my hand, I let go for just a second, one second and before I knew it she was out of my reach. My mum and dad chained up across the room; there was nothing they could do. I tried to get free, but the rope was just too tight. Then bang. My little sister stopped screaming, and then there for the first time since we were taken there was silence. Pure, horrendous, terrifying, confusing, painful silence. I had never felt so scared in my whole life. I didn’t know whether she was alive or dead. I screamed until I had no voice left. It was no good she was gone. About an hour later they came back and took my parents. I couldn’t scream or shout. I had no voice, two more bangs, and then silence again. The same kind of silence as before. No shouting, no screaming, no footsteps, just a silence that dug into me like a blunt knife being repeatedly hammered into my chest, and ripped out. I convinced myself that I was next. They were going to kill me too! But they never came. I heard the screech of tires outside on the gravel slowly disappearing into the distance, and that was it. They haven’t returned. Now I don’t feel anything. Every emotion has been drained out of me. It felt like weeks since I had seen the light of day. My whole body felt weak and tired. I tried to stay awake, but it was no good. I was so tired. My body ached all over, I felt so weak and confused. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t even whisper. more

Resolved Question: good way to explain image "dimensions" & "proportions"?

I came up with a way for designers, digital artists, photographers, videographers, etc. to explain the concept of "resolution" and "pixels" to laymen. It goes like this: You take a photo, but once you press that button on the camera, you are magically teleported to a press box at a football stadium. The stadium is completely empty except for your photo, which is sitting ON the football field. It's huge, the size of the field, just standing there where you can see it head on from the press box. You can leave the press box and go down to the field and walk up to your photo and actually touch it, but you notice that it's really a big wall of Legos. It's a bunch of different colored Legos stacked up and arranged in such a way that it looks like your photo from the press box. Each Lego is a "pixel." Now imagine an eighteen wheeler with a flatbed trailer waiting just outside the stadium. It has "EMAIL" printed on the side. You want to email this photo to a friend, but the "resolution" is too big. There is no way this Lego wall is small enough to fit on the trailer. So you can remove legos (you cannot add any) to make the resolution smaller, but you have to leave enough legos so that the wall still looks like your photo. Now when you go back to the press box, you will still see your photo, only it will be smaller. Maybe it's only the size of a billboard you would see on the highway. But it's small enough to fit on the email trailer now. Your only option for making the wall bigger (so that you could lay it down in the desert and see it from space) is to replace each lego with a colored refrigerator box. The "resolution" will not be better, because you still have the same number and colors of boxes that you did Lego blocks. I think this is a fun and tangible way to explain these concepts to a layman who doesn't work in the digital imaging world. I'm sure there are all sorts of other analogies to explain even further, but I think this works well for an introductory concept. I'm looking for a similar way to explain how "cropping" and "resizing" and "scaling" aren't the same thing and they affect "dimensions" and "proportions" differently. I thought something with a big wad of Silly Putty might do the trick (copy your image onto the silly putty and then stretch it to "resize" it or use a knife to "crop" it.) but I run into the problem of "resizing" versus "scaling." I've had many, many, many times where I'm asked (as a graphic designer) to take an image and resize it, only the customer wants a vastly different proportion for the final product (and 8x10 turned into a 11x17 for example). They want all of their image to show up, but also to fill up the 11x17, with no blank spaces and nothing cropped out of their 8x10. This means that I usually have to use Photoshop to clone some of the photo to fill up the negative space for the 11x17. I'd like to have a simple, kindergarten way to explain how this works. Any suggestions? more

Resolved Question: And he loves me..I think.?

This might be long. Only because i'm trying to explain in full detail everything. And I'm just so confused and going crazy with this. I was in a relationship with this guy named (Jake) for about a year and a month before we broke up for the 2nd time. The 1st time was a few months ago and only lasted a week. But we got back together because he said he will try his best to get his life together. and he did not want to loose me and wanted me to give him another chance. the 2nd time happened about three weeks ago. We broke up because we weren't clicking as much anymore, he put his anger on me(not physically or anything. Just anything I do would anger him for no reason.)) So I told him he needed to figure his stuff out first before getting into a relationship again. And that he needed to find something that can make him happy besides XBOX. Well a week after we broke up. I really do love him. Me and my best friend. (who was my first boyfriend like three years back, and only lasted a month. but we became really close friends after that.) decided to test "us" and I do like him and he likes me. And we kind of always said we would give each other a second chance someday if we were both single and both wanted to. Well when my ex(Jake)found out he got really upset. I told him in person when we were hanging out because he knew something was wrong. and I told him the truth. He through a fit. he ran out of the car we were in. and I walked after him. trying to calm him down. He was really angry and upset. He totally lost control. This was a week and a half ago. And he totally blanked out and said really mean things to me and about my new boyfriend. Like how I was lucky he did not have a knife he thought about slitting my throat for a second there. ((Yesterday I told him he said that and he didn't even remember. he said he blanked out and just remembered it was a horrible night. But he didn't even apologize for saying that. he was just like "Well I was upset. can you blame me?")) The thing is with Jake. The first time we broke up he said he loved me greatly and never wanted to let me go. And before the breakup he showed almost no affection. I was being taken granted for. I got back with him after the first breakup. things were great for a few weeks and then things went down hill after that. Now we are broken up.and he's saying he loves me and this is true love. and he can imagine us getting married and how much confidence he has that we are meant to be and how he knows I love him still and he loves me. and he wants me to give "us" another shot. And for the past week he's been trying to get me to come back . more