Saturday, 30 December 2017
Sunday, 5 November 2017
Feeling bitter.
My blood's boiling having seeing Newcastle lose their second succeesive match.
What the hell is wrong with this team? They should be beating the likes of Burnley and bloody Bournemouth.
Not good, not good at all,and whilst it's not too early to get the alarm bells ringing, it's not good to see two successive defeats.
Now I've got to wait for this stupid international break to finish, before Newcastle can get back to winning ways.
What the hell is wrong with this team? They should be beating the likes of Burnley and bloody Bournemouth.
Not good, not good at all,and whilst it's not too early to get the alarm bells ringing, it's not good to see two successive defeats.
Now I've got to wait for this stupid international break to finish, before Newcastle can get back to winning ways.
Thursday, 2 November 2017
Wednesday, 25 October 2017
My Sharona by The Knack:2005 in Japan.
Still one of my favourite songs. Sadly, the lead singer:Doug Freyer passed on recently, due to lung cancer.
However,Doug achieved immortality with this song. I still remember watching it in 1979 on Top of the Pops. The audience at the time, were the most miserable group of people I've ever seen. Only one chap amongst them, danced his heart out to the song, whilst the others just stood there sullenly.
Still,I always enjoy it.
Monday, 16 October 2017
The End Of The Japanese Battleship Yamato - World Documentary Films HD
World War 2 Naval Aviation has always interested me,especially battles between the US Pacific Fleet and the Imperial Japanese Navy.
I have to admit I enjoyed watching this,as the American air power totally overwhelmed the largest battleship ever built;The mighty 'Yamamoto'
Even so,I fully agreed with one of the American pilots who helped to sink the 'Yamamoto',as he said he had mixed feelings over this.On the one side,he said he felt satisfaction that he'd helped to succeed in the mission.Yet,he also felt sadness that he knew a lot of the young Japanese crew on the 'Yamamato' did not survive.
Out of a crew of over 2000,only 200 survived.
Thursday, 5 October 2017
Latest commission from Nightwing 1975.
A new picture I just got from Nightwing 1975,an excellent artist I found on the Deviant Art website.
I liked this one, as I had asked him to do me another version of Tamlyn Tomita, a very beautiful actress from the tv show:J.A.G.
This time, I just asked to see her character dressed,in a cruise ship uniform.
I liked this one, as I had asked him to do me another version of Tamlyn Tomita, a very beautiful actress from the tv show:J.A.G.
This time, I just asked to see her character dressed,in a cruise ship uniform.
Sunday, 24 September 2017
Adventure of the Happy Cat,by Jeb.
This is one of my favourite damsel in distress stories,which I found on an excellent website called:Jeb's Adventure Bound.
It's a fantastic damsel in distress story site.There are plenty to enjoy,of which Jeb himself has wrote.
He has very kindly given me permission to post his stories here,and I've chosen this one as it was the first one I read.
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The woman was tall.
And Sophie Da Costa had some experience of tall women-she'd once dated an all-conference basketball player.This woman wasn't quite as tall as that,but she was as imposing a presence as anyone Sophie had seen in ''Cindy's Curios'' for quite some time.Her jacket hung loosely over an athletic frame that suggested easy strength,as did the big,long fingered hands that peered out from the jacket cuffs.The woman's black hair was cut in a modified pageboy style,bluntly trimmed at chin level,and her smoothly tanned face had a hard beautyto it.If she wasn't necessarily what Sophie thought of as her 'type',she had a type of beauty that was compelling and unforgettable,if a little disturbing.
The tall woman was canting her glance about the store on this dull,sun-baked Wednesday morning,her sharp brown eyes clearly looking for something in particular.That was a bit unusual,as the wild mishmash of product in the place usually forced the customer to try and take the place in before starting to focus on something specific.
''Can I help you?'' Sophie called out,and for the first time,the woman seemed to notice her;the young salesgirl found herself shivering slightly as she felt herself being sized up by the woman's gaze as though she was just another item of the store's merchandise.
And there was plenty of merchandise to choose from.While the ''Cindy'' of Cindy's Curios was actually a dyspeptic middle-aged man named Arnold,the store itself was a treasure trove of odd imported items,focusing mainly on the Orient:everything from fine china to cheap toys,women's clothing and men's accessories,pottery,statues,jewelry,chess sets,sarongs...Some of it was cheap touristy crap of course,but some were quite exquisite;Sophie had just been running her hands lovingly over a new shipment of long,brightly coloured scarves of impossibly soft silk when the tall woman had entered.
''Just looking,'' came the time honoured response,and the woman's voice,while not unappealing,had the same hardness to it that made her face even more intimidating than it was attractive.
Feeling slightly relieved to be off the hook,Sophie returned her attention to the silk scarves.
Two more months of this,Sophie sighed to herself,but that first day of Graduate School seems SO far off-doubly so while enduring customers as well supplied with attitude as this one seemed to be.Usually,the presence of an attractive woman in the store would have led to some genial conversation,possibly even a bit of mild flirtation-anything to relieve the tedium of her eight-hour day of retail.That was clearly not happening now,and with this one,that was probably a good thing.
She heard the tinkle of the bell over the door,turned to look,and wondered if her maths skills,or eyesight,were playing tricks on her;she knew perfectly well that there were now two women in the shop,but her eyes could only register the newest visitor.
The woman wasn't as tall as the first one,but she had a bearing about her that radiated the authority of someone accustomed to looking down on others.Not in a 'stuck-up' way-there was nothing of the snob on the woman's face-but as though it were simply her destiny to command-to dominate.
It's a fantastic damsel in distress story site.There are plenty to enjoy,of which Jeb himself has wrote.
He has very kindly given me permission to post his stories here,and I've chosen this one as it was the first one I read.
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The woman was tall.
And Sophie Da Costa had some experience of tall women-she'd once dated an all-conference basketball player.This woman wasn't quite as tall as that,but she was as imposing a presence as anyone Sophie had seen in ''Cindy's Curios'' for quite some time.Her jacket hung loosely over an athletic frame that suggested easy strength,as did the big,long fingered hands that peered out from the jacket cuffs.The woman's black hair was cut in a modified pageboy style,bluntly trimmed at chin level,and her smoothly tanned face had a hard beautyto it.If she wasn't necessarily what Sophie thought of as her 'type',she had a type of beauty that was compelling and unforgettable,if a little disturbing.
The tall woman was canting her glance about the store on this dull,sun-baked Wednesday morning,her sharp brown eyes clearly looking for something in particular.That was a bit unusual,as the wild mishmash of product in the place usually forced the customer to try and take the place in before starting to focus on something specific.
''Can I help you?'' Sophie called out,and for the first time,the woman seemed to notice her;the young salesgirl found herself shivering slightly as she felt herself being sized up by the woman's gaze as though she was just another item of the store's merchandise.
And there was plenty of merchandise to choose from.While the ''Cindy'' of Cindy's Curios was actually a dyspeptic middle-aged man named Arnold,the store itself was a treasure trove of odd imported items,focusing mainly on the Orient:everything from fine china to cheap toys,women's clothing and men's accessories,pottery,statues,jewelry,chess sets,sarongs...Some of it was cheap touristy crap of course,but some were quite exquisite;Sophie had just been running her hands lovingly over a new shipment of long,brightly coloured scarves of impossibly soft silk when the tall woman had entered.
''Just looking,'' came the time honoured response,and the woman's voice,while not unappealing,had the same hardness to it that made her face even more intimidating than it was attractive.
Feeling slightly relieved to be off the hook,Sophie returned her attention to the silk scarves.
Two more months of this,Sophie sighed to herself,but that first day of Graduate School seems SO far off-doubly so while enduring customers as well supplied with attitude as this one seemed to be.Usually,the presence of an attractive woman in the store would have led to some genial conversation,possibly even a bit of mild flirtation-anything to relieve the tedium of her eight-hour day of retail.That was clearly not happening now,and with this one,that was probably a good thing.
She heard the tinkle of the bell over the door,turned to look,and wondered if her maths skills,or eyesight,were playing tricks on her;she knew perfectly well that there were now two women in the shop,but her eyes could only register the newest visitor.
The woman wasn't as tall as the first one,but she had a bearing about her that radiated the authority of someone accustomed to looking down on others.Not in a 'stuck-up' way-there was nothing of the snob on the woman's face-but as though it were simply her destiny to command-to dominate.
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