#Great Slave Highway

[rabbitcruiser]

Yellowknife Highway, NWT

The Yellowknife Highway, officially Northwest Territories Highway 3 and also known as the Great Slave Highway, is a highway connecting Yellowknife, Northwest Territories, to the Mackenzie Highway, from a junction 188 km (117 mi) north of the Alberta border. First completed in 1960 as a gravel and dirt road, the highway is now paved and realigned after years of work concluded in 2006. Access to Yellowknife prior to the opening of the Yellowknife Highway was possible only by airplane, winter road, or boat across Great Slave Lake.

The highway also connects with Behchokǫ̀ (formerly Rae-Edzo) and Fort Providence. From Yellowknife, Highway 4 extends a further 70 km (43 mi) east, also providing access to the seasonal winter roads used by commercial trucking for mine resupply.

Crossing the Mackenzie River (just south of Fort Providence) between 1960 and November 2012 required a ferry service (May–January) and ice bridge (December to March). Transportation was interrupted in the spring for approximately five weeks when the ice bridge became unsafe but ice conditions prevented safe ferry operations. The ferry-vessel Johnny Berens served from 1961 to 1972, and the MV Merv Hardie served from 1972 to 2012.

The Deh Cho Bridge opened on November 30, 2012, and replaced the ferry/ice bridge. Trucks pay tolls on northbound crossings, with pre-registered trucks using an electronic device being charged automatically. Private passenger vehicles do not pay a toll. Estimated costs have more than tripled since 2003. In 2021, the Tłı̨chǫ Highway (Highway 9) opened as a branch from the Yellowknife Highway.

Source: Wikipedia

[allthecanadianpolitics]

Shelf-stable milk and crackers are among all that's left in some N.W.T. grocery stores located outside of the capital city. 

Wildfires have interrupted N.W.T. supply chains by closing highways and limiting flights out of the Yellowknife airport. 

For Łútselk'e, N.W.T. — a fly-in community on the east arm of Great Slave Lake — that means the community's one grocery store is stuck with empty shelves while awaiting deliveries. 

Joe Yatkowski, manager of the Łútselk'e Co-op, is used to receiving shipments of goods seven days a week.

"Now I have none," he said. "And everybody knows there's none. So you know what happens? People are people and they bought out the store in about two days."

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Tagging: @politicsofcanada

[siremasterlawrence]

The Permanent Retreat Part 1

My name is Lawrence Jules on my way to a cabin vacation my friends demanded I join them at in the deep narrow trail of the forest on the west end.

My cab stops off the highway as I exit I pay him heading towards the forest area down a trail path into the darkness that surrounds it everywhere.

I can hear the sound of strong beats of soft pop music blasting into the air I find myself walking into a buzzing city to my surprise in all amazement.

My friend spots me waving me over to come to his side his wife my other friend smiles sobrightly at me and offers her hand which I take.

They drag me int o the apparent hot late like summer barbecue fest I sit down tapping my toes and surveying all the things beyond my belief.

I grab a plate getting some grub a sit to eat happily till my friend slides In next to me and we talk I haplessly mention that I am a dom hypnotist.

He dares me to try it on him along with his wife they suggest I follow them to a private bedroom and we go to shock me with a deep need.

I tell them to sit down on the couch while I lock us in light a candle place on the table and use my keys to manipulate the shadow on the wall.

The shadow looks over them distracting them both as they follow it back and forth calling them to listen to, focus on and only obey me.

I swiftly move another chair spinning to the side it stands backwards as I sit down on it and plan my next move I guide them to the center.

“Imagine if you will the center of the candle is a door raging open as you both stand up and take hands.” I begin.

“The door beckons you to walk in to it as the door shuts closed behind you the heat is at all time.” I continue.

“You are burning up with fire it’s too hot to be able to handle. Beg me to do it.” I demand them.

“May I strip Lawrence?” He begs”

“May I? Please” She adds.

“Permission granted.” I state boldly.

“Oooohhhhh Ggggooodddd it is so hot.” Clark yells.

“FUCk! YES!” Lois shouts.

“Mwahahahahaha…hot…this is great stuff”

“Strip naked forever one piece at a time”

“Every article of clothing takes a bit of your soul.”

“Drop it to the floor and succumb to my will”

“Yes Lawrence “

“You will address me as Master Lawrence “

“You will answer me Sir Yes Sir”

“Sir Yes Master Lawrence Sir”

“Kneel at my feel forever “

“You will serve me for life”

“You are at my will”

“Oh Master Lawrence “

“We are at your mercy”

The Permanent Retreat Part 2

Clark and Lois have made a few changes to the weekends events they own this forest area and come here every weekend but I plan to make it a permanent residence.

I instruct them to rise up to their feet to walk over to me and make love to me they smirk so brightly and reach out to grab me softly into a hug.

Lois feels me up digging her face into my skin kissing, licking and sucking my body in every inch and crevice before diving into my armpits.

Clark’s lips attach to mine as his arms wrap over my shoulders leaning in as we make out kissing so intensely with love he gives in ever so deep.

What we did not know because we are in a completely oblivious to what is happening in behind the door two eyes peer into the room in disgust.

I hear a creak in the door stirring my eyes up and open to see two of their friends staring in utter confusion but both smile welcoming them in.

They introduce me to his friends Stephen and his wife Felicity who seem to dislike on instinct I roll my eyes watching the friends converse.

Oliver reacts pointing to the room erupting loudly as we are sealed in to the room once again and I acknowledge my two slaves to go ahead.

Lifting the candle once more this time the sweat aura overtakes the room this time into their nose and they are enveloped in to a total need for submission.

The aroma dives even deeper into their nose causing an eruption of fire within both of them roars with anticipation as they head my way.

Oliver reaches on to me setting his body to lay hugely imposing on my back he feels me up and starts to dream about his life is so deeply intwined with mine.

Lois hands land on my lap his hands flow on to me slipping into my pants playing with my ass and groping my ass as pulling his under pants aside.

“You two are really enjoying yourself “

“How else could we feel?”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t wait for you to fuck me”

“Oliver?”

“Really?”

“Oh Master!”

“We need you “

“Break us”

“Strip me of me”

“Remove your clothing”

“Yes master!”

“All four you stand before me”

“Lights go dim”

“Dance for me”

“Kiss me, lick me and suck me”

“Let’s grind”

“Bitches “

The end

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[benandstevesposts]

Community members raised concerns that attacks are attempts to erase its history and gentrify its neighborhoods.

The calmness of the wind reverberated across the burial ground as Beverly Steele motioned to her mother’s grave in Oak Hill Cemetery. Three months ago, they buried her here, just 12 days shy of her 102nd birthday. 

It’s not uncommon for residents in the majority-Black, unincorporated community of Royal, Florida, to live past 100 years old. The Rev. Matthew Beard, the oldest resident in the community’s history, lived to be 115. 

On a recent February afternoon, Steele, dressed in her Sunday best, peered out at the acres and acres of land surrounding Oak Hill Cemetery, also known as the Royal Cemetery. As she reminisced about her mother, she also remembered her aunt, who was called on as the community’s local historian. She could recall who had the first brick house, the first postmaster, and the three founding families—Hollies, Picketts, and Andersons—of the community.

The sounds of large trucks chugging down the narrow road near the cemetery snap Steele back to today’s reality. Mere miles away from the site is Interstate 75, which split the community of Royal in half 50 years ago. A few miles from there is the old Monarch Road cemetery, or old slave cemetery as the locals call it. It, too, is split in half by a paved road. A family lives on the primary site where most of the headstones can be seen. It is the cemetery where Steele’s great-great-great-grandfather — and one of the community’s co-founders — is buried. 

Tucked away, 55 miles north of Orlando, Royal’s estimated 1,200 Black residents still live on the inherited 40-acre plots from the Homestead Act of 1862. The close-knit community is located in the city of Wildwood, which in the past two decades has grown in population to 150,000. The 77-year-old Steele and other Royal residents say the rapid growth of The Villages, a retirement community that borders Wildwood, is part of the constant development efforts upending their lives.

Recent plans for highways, affordable housing units, and industrial use projects are disrupting their peace and comfort. In some cases, residents have been pressured to sell their land. Several community members raised concerns to Capital B that these attacks are attempts to erase its history and gentrify its neighborhoods. They also fear the increased traffic and industrial pollution from the projects will cause detrimental health effects in its community, primarily elders. 

This isn’t the first time Royal citizens have come up against efforts to build in their community.

Residents and Sumter County commissioners rejected a plan in 1988 to construct a turnpike through Royal. In 2019, state lawmakers approved a bill to create the Northern Florida Extension, or turnpike project, to build three roads across rural central Florida, including Royal. Read more in the complete report here!

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Parable of the Wedding Feast

1 And Jesus answered and spoke to them again in parables, saying, 2 “The kingdom of heaven may be compared to a king who gave a wedding feast for his son. 3 And he sent out his slaves to call those who had been called to the wedding feast, and they were unwilling to come. 4 Again he sent out other slaves saying, ‘Tell those who have been called, “Behold, I have prepared my dinner; my oxen and my fattened livestock are all butchered and everything is ready; come to the wedding feast.”’ 5 But they paid no attention and went their way, one to his own farm, another to his business, 6 and the rest seized his slaves and mistreated them and killed them. 7 But the king was enraged, and he sent his armies and destroyed those murderers and set their city on fire. 8 Then he said to his slaves, ‘The wedding is ready, but those who were called were not worthy. 9 Go therefore to the main highways, and as many as you find there, call to the wedding feast.’ 10 And those slaves went out into the streets and gathered together all they found, both evil and good; and the wedding hall was filled with dinner guests.

11 “But when the king came in to look over the dinner guests, he saw a man there who was not dressed in wedding clothes, 12 and he said to him, ‘Friend, how did you come in here without wedding clothes?’ And the man was speechless. 13 Then the king said to the servants, ‘Bind him hand and foot, and throw him into the outer darkness; in that place there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.’ 14 For many are called, but few are chosen.”

Taxes to Caesar

15 Then the Pharisees went and took counsel together about how they might trap Him in what He said. 16 And they sent their disciples to Him, along with the Herodians, saying, “Teacher, we know that You are truthful and teach the way of God in truth, and defer to no one; for You are not partial to any. 17 Therefore, tell us, what do You think? Is it lawful to give a tax to Caesar, or not?” 18 But Jesus, knowing their wickedness, said, “Why are you testing Me, you hypocrites? 19 Show Me the coin used for the tax.” And they brought Him a denarius. 20 And He said to them, “Whose likeness and inscription is this?” 21 They said to Him, “Caesar’s.” Then He said to them, “Therefore, render to Caesar the things that are Caesar’s; and to God the things that are God’s.” 22 And hearing this, they marveled, and leaving Him, they went away.

The Sadducees and the Resurrection

23 On that day some Sadducees (who say there is no resurrection) came to Jesus and asked Him a question, 24 saying, “Teacher, Moses said, ‘If a man dies having no children, his brother as next of kin shall marry his wife and raise up a seed for his brother.’ 25 Now there were seven brothers with us; and the first married and died, and having no seed, he left his wife to his brother; 26 so also the second, and the third, down to the seventh. 27 And last of all, the woman died. 28 In the resurrection, therefore, whose wife of the seven will she be? For they all had married her.”

29 But Jesus answered and said to them, “You are mistaken, not understanding the Scriptures nor the power of God. 30 For in the resurrection they neither marry nor are given in marriage, but are like angels in heaven. 31 But regarding the resurrection of the dead, have you not read what was spoken to you by God, saying, 32 ‘I am the God of Abraham, and the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob’? He is not the God of the dead but of the living.” 33 And when the crowds heard this, they were astonished at His teaching.

The Foremost Commandment

34 But when the Pharisees heard that Jesus had silenced the Sadducees, they gathered themselves together. 35 And one of them, a scholar of the Law, asked Him a question, testing Him, 36 “Teacher, which is the great commandment in the Law?” 37 And He said to him, “‘You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind.’ 38 This is the great and foremost commandment. 39 And the second is like it, ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ 40 On these two commandments hang the whole Law and the Prophets.”

41 Now while the Pharisees were gathered together, Jesus asked them a question, 42 saying, “What do you think about the Christ, whose son is He?” They said to Him, “The son of David.” 43 He said to them, “Then how does David in the Spirit call Him ‘Lord,’ saying,

44 ‘The Lord said to my Lord, “Sit at My right hand, Until I put Your enemies beneath Your feet”’?

45 Therefore, if David calls Him ‘Lord,’ how is He his son?” 46 And no one was able to answer Him a word, nor did anyone dare from that day on to ask Him another question. — Matthew 22 | Legacy Standard Bible (LSB) Legacy Standard Bible Copyright ©2021 by The Lockman Foundation. All rights reserved. Managed in partnership with Three Sixteen Publishing Inc. Cross References: Genesis 38:8; Exodus 3:6 Leviticus 19:18; Deuteronomy 6:4-5; Deuteronomy 10:12; Deuteronomy 25:5; 2 Samuel 23:2; 1 Kings 18:36; 2 Kings 10:22; Psalm 110:1; Proverbs 9:2-3; Proverbs 15:17; Ezekiel 21:21; Obadiah 1:14; Zechariah 3:3; Matthew 3:7; Matthew 7:12; Matthew 7:28; Matthew 8:10; Matthew 9:27; Matthew 12:14-15; Matthew 17:25; Matthew 19:19; Matthew 20:2; Matthew 24:38; Matthew 26:64; Mark 3:6; Mark 12:12; Mark 12:16; Mark 12:18; Mark 12:24; Mark 12:28; Mark 12:34-35; Luke 2:47; Luke 7:30; Luke 14:6; Luke 17:27; Luke 20:38; Luke 20:41; John 20:9; Acts 2:30; Acts 7:32; Romans 13:7; Galatians 5:14; Hebrews 13:3; 2 Peter 1:10; 2 Peter 2:3; Revelation 17:14

[shadowland]

"Whenever I think of Larry Johnson, I am always struck by the amount of time he dedicated to helping others have a good time. He was always doing things for other people. In his work for me, he made sure that everything was ready for me to contribute when I arrived on the scene. Materials were lined up. People were ready. Larry was always looking out for everyone - except for Larry."

"He had more women in more places than anyone I know. They all loved him dearly and they all understood that there were others. This was not totally comfortable for him, but he would juggle and balance it like a magician... When we first met, Larry was with Jeanne Field. "Miss field," as Larry use to call her, was a jewel of a person and still is today. We were all working on Journey Through the Past and having a big old time. Miss Field was doing production. Larry had us down in Ashville, North Carolina, interviewing an old black couple, Sandie and Levie, who were a part of his early life. They were recalling the slave days, and Larry was hanging on every word. The footage was beautiful. We have not used it yet. I'm sure it will hold some great meaning for me now. It was like that. Larry did things and much later you would discover why. He often joked about being a redneck cracker. He carried a white kerchief and dabbed the sweat on his forehead, playing part of a gracious southern gentleman, tipping his hat to lady passers-by. I am sure he is doing the same in heaven, or something a lot like heaven."

"Larry's great talent in filmmaking was partly his ability to get emotions from the scene in the editing room. His touch would bring out the soul and magic. He did an edit on the bonfire scene at Puyre in Human Highway that he cut to my song 'Goin Back'. It was magical to me. I think it is the turning point in Human Highway, where you forget about everything else and become in the moment with the counterculture, the hippies, the artists, the Indians. Everything in the film revolves around that scene to me. That was Larry. He went into the editing room one day and came out with that. Sheer brilliance. On top of that, he was so positive and energized, keeping everyone on their toes and having fun. His energy was contagious."

"Traveling long distances in big cars is one of my favourite pastimes. There is really nothing that compares to the road. All of my days working with Lincvolt have been focused on the day when I would just get in the car and take off. Larry and I use to talk about that all the time. Of course I am sad that's not going to happen now, but I will do it with Ben Johnson. We will both do it for ourselves, but also because we wanted it so much for Larry. He will be with us every mile."

"I wish Larry Johnson was still around so we could continue our life's work together. I guess that's why they call it 'life's work'."

Neil Young on Larry Johnson, from his book 'Waging Heavy Peace (2012)

[itsuki-minamy]

"K – RETURN OF KINGS" (NOVEL-ADVANCE)

CHAPTER 9: NEKO'S DREAM (Pages 440-447)

TRANSLATION: NARU-KUN

"In this age, not just the ones who need us, but the ones "we" need, we will take all."

Nagare activated a special ability and made several windows float in the air. Ranker Limited Quest.

An important order as a mission only for Mishakuji and Sukuna. When he stroked it, the window turned into a paper airplane and flew off into the darkness.

"Activate mission 5538. Let's raise a new "Jungle" with our own hands."

With a small murmur, Nagare slowly rose to his own feet.

++++++++++

Cutting through the darkness of the night, the sound of the 750cc exhaust carried through the metropolitan highway.

As he made his way through the gaps between the trailers, the big motorcycle of "Kerun" ran like an arrow. With his full-face helmet he didn't feel the wind, but the landscape he saw melted at great speed and didn't hold a constant shape. If he made the slightest mistake steering the wheel, he would be thrown high and far and melt into one of the blobs of that landscape.

Inside the rider's gloves, his palms were soaked. Gripping the steering wheel over and over again, "Kerun" yelled.

"Hey, "Jema"! Persecution, what's going on?!"

He was sure that he had already gotten rid of them, it was okay to slow down. Disappear and reappear as if it had been blown away by the wind. As the lights streamed in from the edge of his vision, "Kerun" wished for him from the bottom of his heart.

"No! They're still chasing us! ''Scepter 4'' even sent a helicopter?!"

Thinking it was a joke, he felt a chill in his stomach. Thoughts and memories rushed through his mind as fast as the landscape passed.

It was supposed to be just a game. If you win, you get points, and if you use the points, you get super powers, it's a wonderful game. "Kerun'' and "Jema'' advanced by leaps and bounds. They weren't strong, but they were quick and wise. They only dabbled in safe, delicious missions, and they won handily. The power they gained there helped them change their lives. A lot of money, delicious food, fun trips, cute girlfriends, all of which are things that cannot be obtained as a student, all of which are obtained through "Jungle".

And now all of that was about to be removed.

The HUD that was displayed within the full face summoned even more despair. A map that reflected his location information, the destination was blocked with a red X mark. "Scepter 4" was shutting down traffic. The only way to escape was to go down the lower path. If so, it's the end of the series. "Kerun" was not so good at motorcycle technique that he could run freely on narrow roads.

University, family, girlfriend, finding a job, life. Several words came to his mind. There is a lot written on the "Jungle" forum about what happens to psychics trapped in "Scepter 4". Day after day, unspeakable torture would await him. According to one person, they were thrown into a special prison and never returned to society. According to another person, electrodes were implanted in their brains and they were forced to work permanently as a slave to "Scepter 4".

Even if those comments contained exaggerations, he would undoubtedly be branded as "criminal". He would drop out and live a long, dark life as a straggler.

He didn't like that. Why did he look like that? There are many guys doing worse things.

At the moment when his face distorted as if he was about to cry, a voice suddenly echoed in his ear.

"Do you want me to help you?"

Jiggle, the rider outfit trembled. He didn't know where he was hearing it from. When he entered the HUD, an unknown account was connected to the voice chat. "Kerun" he shouted agitated.

"Who are you?! Jema, what's going on?!"

"I-I don't know! Although it's supposed to prevent unauthorized accounts from entering."

"With that level of security? Are you serious? Well, it doesn't matter. Whether you want help or not, decide in 10 seconds."

The blocking net was closing on the map every moment. He didn't have time to hesitate. "Kerun" he begged someone he didn't know.

"Help me! I'll pay you!"

"Ok. Go down to the lower path."

Before thinking about it, "Kerun" slammed on the brakes, turned the steering wheel, and left the metropolitan highway. As he crossed at excessive speed, more voices echoed.

"Turn right at the first light. Go straight and stop at a convenience store. Just wait for instructions."

"Oh, hey! If I do something like that, I'll get caught by "Scepter 4"."

"If you want to be safe, listen to what I tell you in a low voice."

Gritting his teeth, he still did as he told him. At the same time, he activated "Whisper Command" and ask "Jema", who should be watching from afar.

"W-What's going on? Who is he?"

"Uh, I don't know! But he's quite an advanced hacker. Our conversation just now could have been overheard..."

Of the two, "Kerun" is mainly in charge of practical work and "Jema" is mainly in charge of information processing. Since "Jema" said so, it would be better to think that the network was under control.

While he was thinking about such things, "Kerun" stopped in front of a convenience store.

His vision was shrouded in darkness.

"......?!"

He panicked and looked left and right. He was pitch black for only a moment, and what jumped out at him were the exposed concrete and inorganic guide lights. Somewhere in the underground escape passage a thought came to him...

A voice came from the side this time.

"Let's hide here for a while."

A figure suddenly appeared in a space that should have been empty. The entire body was wrapped in black clothing, and the face was covered with a full face mask. It was a bit different from the camouflage mask they wore, but it was definitely a member of "Jungle".

"...Ah, are you the guy who contacted me?"

When he cautiously asked, the black clad shrugged slightly.

"I'm under no obligation to respond. My job is to get the target to safety."

Saying that, the black clothed one put his hand to his ear and began to communicate somehow.

He didn't know what it was.

But at least "Scepter 4" didn't seem to get there. When he looked at the map on the HUD, he could see blue emblems representing PCs with "Scepter 4" and follow-on helicopters moving back and forth around them. "Kerun" felt a cold sensation that they must be looking around.

"Eh?"

"Kerun" couldn't believe what he was seeing.

The map started to move, but he hadn't moved. However, the marker meaning "myself" on the map was moving at considerable speed. An old marker began to move in pursuit of him.

Like a hyena chasing wounded prey. "Kerun" looked at him in a daze and uttered words that weren't even a question.

"What's happening...? Am I here? Why is the map moving?"

The answer came out of his ear.

"What's moving is a discarded PDA I set up here. I hacked into your account and made you log in twice there. It'll take a while before they notice the clothes."

"Huh?! Hey, what are you doing?! Taking someone's account without permission!"

"Well then, shall we bring them back? The blue clothes will gladly come to pick you up."

He had no words. He didn't like it, but he had to listen. That guy certainly seemed to be an ally, but an ally in "Jungle" means nothing more than "an opponent who has the same interests". Depending on the situation, he could always become an enemy.

Before long, the mark of "Scepter 4" disappeared from the map, and "Kerun" patted his chest in relief.

"...Apparently, it seems to be fine. Thank you for your help."

"The reward is 10,000 JP."

The blood of "Kerun" was frozen at the ready-to-use request.

"What? 10,000 JP?"

"Ah. I won't lose a single point."

"Fu, don't be silly! Didn't you hear that story?!"

"You're the one who received the reward without checking. I've already done my job. Now it's your turn to pay."

"Kerun" was again stuck in the voice. He couldn't help but admit that there was a reason for what he said to the other party. No matter how impatient he was, he should have confirmed the reward and negotiated.

He didn't think so. At that time, he didn't have that kind of time. "Kerun" is just a college student. There was no way he could make a decent judgment or bargain in the ten seconds that would ruin his life.

In other words, this guy knew and extended a helping hand.

"I don't have that many points."

Feeling bitter, "Kerun" had no choice but to defend himself. He now he had about 4,000 points. He couldn't shake the sleeves.

"Is that so? If you combine it with your partner, you can prepare around 10,000."

By partner, he meant "Jema." First of all, that communication should be a private chat with that guy. Although he was listening to that conversation, he hadn't said a single word since before.

"Hey, Jema..."

He called out to his "partner" with a grasping sensation, but again there was no response. He was still connected. However, the fact that there was no reaction...

"You were abandoned."

The one in front of him, dressed in black, was the one who muttered. There was no tone of mockery in his words. It was a way of saying that he was only confirming the reality in front of him.

This time his blood boiled. The fact that he was the only one trying to save himself from it aroused his helpless rage. He raised his fists and shouted.

"Don't be kidding! Oh, I'm not paying, because it's just me!"

The angry voice that echoed inside his mask suddenly stopped.

A blade was plunged into "Kerun's" throat. It was the point of a sword drawn by the guy in the black armor. It was so fast that he didn't even know when he pulled it out. Anger withered and fear arose in its place.

"Is that so? Then let me take your life."

"Oh, hey..."

"Killing the target won't give you a penny, but if you throw it away, you won't be able to show anything else. Even "Jema" will pay what he owes if he finds out about the target's fate. Then, it will be completed."

"Wait, wait! I understand!"

Still rigid, "Kerun" let out a miserable voice. Tears clouded the HUD vision, out of fear and regret. The black robed guy's words were not threats. He really he would do what he said he would do. That is what "Kerun" knew intuitively.

[msbarrows]

Hoping everyone makes it out okay, and that they manage to keep the fire out of the city.

AFAIK all of the people I know who used to live in Yellowknife have moved south in recent years - either retiring or moving for education and work opportunities - so I don't have anyone to worry about in the area, but it was still relieving to read news coverage and see that the evacuation is going well, and particularly to read the above-linked blog and see how many people are giving helping hands to the evacuees.

I've never been, but I know it's a hellaciously long drive out of there with things like gas stations being both few and VERY far apart. The lineup shown in the photo in the link is where the highway from Yellowknife finally reaches Fort Providence, after curving west along the north shore of Great Slave Lake (passing through an area with numerous fires within sight of the highway) before cutting south-west to the MacKenzie River valley, a distance of 314km (almost 200 miles). That's a long way between stops for gas.

[i-lurk-at-night]

Jojo ask: 4, 9, 16, 17 and 25 ;)

4. Best jobro or side protagonist?

My part 5 bias is showing but it’s Bruno for me. His relationship to his team, his fights, how tragic and bittersweet his story is, his weirdness, his character design, the way him and Giorno work as protagonists together, his sheer determination and the way he ties into the themes of part 5 auggghhhh it’s so good. I wish I could put my thoughts into words better but yeah Bruno is good <3

Also I may think Bruno is the best jobro/side protagonist but I also love my silly gun boy Mista and my traumatized spinoff plague boy Fugo and the rest of the bucci gang with all my heart and tbh Gyro’s probably a better character than Bruno but I would’ve needed to reread sbr to make sure so I just went with Bruno okay moving on

9. Best fight?

Oh god that’s hard actually, ummmmm, okay, my favorites from every animated part in no particular order:

Part 1: Youth with Dio/burning Joestar mansion fight

Part 2: Straizo, Santana, both Joseph vs Wammu fights

Part 3: Steely Dan, Death 13, D’arby the Gambler, Pet Shop, Vanilla Ice

Part 4: Aqua Necklace, the Nijimura Brothers, Highway Star, Superfly, Bites the Dust

Part 5: Beach Boy and Grateful Dead, White Album, Notorious BIG, King Crimson vs Metallica, Green Day and Oasis, Sleeping Slaves/Rolling Stones

Part 6: Foo Fighters, Marilyn Manson, Sky High, Underworld, Heavy Weather, tbh every time Pucci fights

16. Favorite ships?

Fugiomis (and all three “component” ships) is my absolute favorite ship, just. The way it has taken over my brain is ridiculous lmao I need to get better at drawing/writing so I can contribute to it because there’s not enough stuff with the three of them.

Other favorite ships of mine are naratrish, mistrish, gionara, fugonara, literally any combination of giogio, mista, fugo, nara and/or trish tbh let the mafia teens kiss, jonaeriwagon (I just rewatched part 1 and oh my god they are in love your honor), gyjo, bruabba, josuyasu, foolymes and caejose (can you tell I have a weak spot for jojo x jobro?)

17. Color schemes or early designs you prefer?

I don’t know if I prefer it, but I really do love Dio’s outfit from the Phantom Blood movie, I hope it returns as a costume in asbr or another game someday.

Speaking of asbr I also really love part 1 Dio’s default outfit from the original asb, his anime look is also great ofc but I just honestly like this more.

I also kinda miss Mista’s white boots from the manga, asb and eoh. I do think the anime’s dark boots look great and I don’t think the white boots would’ve looked as good in the anime but still.

25 . Random headcanon or opinion about character of your choice

I’m currently rewatching part 2 and oh my god Santana’s kinda terrifying? Like the way he contorts his body and possesses people (and the possessed say it feels pleasant like. what). It’s really cool in a really disturbing eldritch abomination way that makes him a very effective (and kinda underrated) villain imo.

[writingmochi]

it is no problem at all ~

that is quite a young age to be exposed to such platforms. i am glad that your journey on starting anew is going well. it is hard to completely erase ones identity, as it is tied to you, but i believe you are doing a pretty great job.

yes, some fandoms can be quite toxic. while it is nice to bond with people over certain activities, there are people who always manage to ruin the fun for others. personally, i allow it to roll off of me at this point. i do not engage in fan wars or anything silly like that because not only is it a waste of my time and energy, but it is also completely pointless as most of these groups are friends in real life. after all, i am in it for the group, not the people who stan the group, so i do my best to support them as much as i can ~ however, i am glad that you have found joy in other interests. k-pop can be forever for some, but not for all.

the storyline is an interesting thing really. others make theories and others do not care. for me, i take note of the storyline, but i am not one to avidly keep up with it. i simply acknowledge that it is there and apart of the concept.

i can see your point with ateez and enha. enhypen’s storyline does have that webtoon. i believe that the company made it more complicated by marking lines between enhypen as a group and enhypen as characters in their storyline. so i am not entirely sure of the story myself… as for how hybe and kq treat their groups, they are rather different. they capitalize off of them in very different ways, but the most important thing in my opinion is the music and i do not have too many complaints in that department.

your ideas are very interesting and i can say that i would be invested in your career path as a creative director. i believe i saw a post where you created a group just for fun, street spirits? very cool and eye-catching.

unfortunately, this will be my last ask. i believe my time as your anon has been amazing, but all good things must come to an end. rather than simply revealing myself or ending with a grandiose gesture, i will pose a simple question to you. if you have the correct answer, then my reveal is complete ~

who in our group chat recently changed their icon to soobin? ~

signed, 🩻

lissie: hey xray! good job for lasting this much especially longer than my attempt lol my guess will be at the very bottom of the ask

yeah, i try my best with that especially knowing how big tech companies are technically "data mining" you for their business. i feel very uncomfortable with that and i much rather stay off the grid from social media platforms as best as i can. i don't know about your relationships towards social media but if you are the person i guess than you must have a good relationship with it unlike me (especially based on the others' testimonies of you when they're guessing about my anon attempt)

toxicity is everywhere in my opinion. but i guess you just have to pick between the lesser of evils you see. life is full of choices of course! also, having different interests is a very human thing to do because nothing lasts forever. we don't know how kpop as an industry will go in for the next five years because everything changes fast, especially with the existence of the information super highway currently (eg: slave contract abolishments, bts raising kpop up to the mainstream, etc)

i'm actually one of the theorists! i used to theorize for bts but after mots:7, i stopped because it doesn't seem to connect anymore. i want to try to theorize for ateez, but i have to keep up with so many things that i'll let other people take the spotlight while giving some comments from the side.

it is definitely interesting to see their strategy, especially as a business major who focuses on marketing. but that's what comes with competition: innovations that are good and bad. just like we see with twitter and threads, consumers are very fickle and they can change. i'm one of the fickle kpop consumers because i'm a multifan at best and a casual listener most of the time. yet we have to know that kpop idols are essential products for us to consume by hearing, seeing, and interacting which way you could do.

i hope so! i don't know if the music industry is my exact calling but I'll definitely work towards enhancing my creativity in my career in a way (there's a reason why i chose marketing as my focus). i was thinking of making a studio for game publishing, idk if i wanna it to be for video games or physical games but i know that i want it to be small-to-medium size and indie rather than it being extravagant like the big aaa game companies with examples of electronic arts or activision blizzard.

there's also a reason why i picked kq ent as the home of street spirit and it is definitely lore and concept! there is a missing market of girl groups with kq ent with the members between 00-03 liners (youngest in ateez and oldest in xikers). lore-wise, i'm trying to connect them to ateez's as best as i could without making to similar. while concept-wise, the group definitely has influences from le sserafim, newjeans, billlie, and a bit of kiss of life that putting them in hybe just makes it redundant...

not the call out to me with my grandiose gesture :") i felt like jigsaw when i'm doing my anon reveal (tbh the whole guess the anon between us felt like the saw movies but more pg-13) good job on keeping up because this is hard! hope you gain more insight on me and the others! i know i'm not as fun as the others lol but that's is just how i interact with people honestly...

soobin in weverse concert! hi lee @robin-obsessed !! hope you have a great time and i guess, take a rest to because it has probably been so exhausting for you~

[stylo-90]

A lot of people responding that this is a Jiddu Krishnamurti quote, like it is some kind of own. And while the phrasing may be Krishnamurti's:

It's no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society.

As quoted in The Eden Express (1975) by Mark Vonnegut, p. 208 [https://en.m.wikiquote.org/wiki/Jiddu_Krishnamurti]

The exact same sentiment was proposed earlier by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. in 1966.

You know there are certain technical words in every academic discipline which soon become stereotypes and clichés. Every academic discipline has its technical nomenclature. Modern psychology has a word that is probably used more than any other word in psychology. It is the word maladjusted. It is the ring and cry of modern child psychology and certainly we all want to avoid the maladjusted life. We all want to live a well-adjusted life in order to avoid the neurotic and schizophrenic personalities. But I must honestly say there are some things in our nation and the world to which I am proud to be maladjusted and wish all men of goodwill would be maladjusted until the good society is realized.

I never intend to adjust myself to segregation and discrimination. I never intend to become adjusted to a religious bigotry. I never intend to adjust myself to economic conditions that will take necessities from the many to give luxuries to the few, leaving millions of people smothering in an air-tight cage of poverty in the midst of an affluent society. I never intend to adjust myself to the madness of militarism and the self-defeating effects of physical violence.

In a day when Sputniks and Explorers and Geminis are dashing through space and guided missiles are causing highways of death through the stratosphere, no nation can win a war. It is no longer a choice between violence and nonviolence; it is either nonviolence and non-existence....

And so we need maladjusted men and women where these problems are concerned. It may well be that our whole world is need of the formation of a new organization, the International Association for the Advancement of Creative Maladjustment. Men and women who will be as maladjusted as the prophet Amos, who in the midst of the injustices of his day cried the words that echoed across the centuries, “Let justice roll down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.” Maladjusted as Abraham Lincoln, who had the vision to see that this nation could not survive half slave and half free. As maladjusted as that great Virginian Thomas Jefferson, who in the midst of an age amazingly adjust to slavery, could scratch words across the pages of history words lifted to cosmic proportions, “We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal and that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights and that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.” As maladjusted as Jesus Christ, who could say to the men and women around the Galilean hills, “Love your enemies. Bless them that curse you. Pray for them that despitefully use you.” And through such maladjustment, we will be able to emerge from the bleak and desolate midnight of man’s inhumanity to man into the bright and glittering daybreak of freedom and justice.

RIP

[rabbitcruiser]

Kakisa River, NWT

The Kakisa River is a major tributary of the Mackenzie River in the Northwest Territories of Canada.

The river gives the name to the Kakisa Formation, a stratigraphical unit of the Western Canadian Sedimentary Basin.

The Kakisa River originates in northern Alberta, immediately south of the Northwest Territories border, from Creighton Lake, at an elevation of 570 meters (1,870 ft). It flows westwards, briefly crossing into the Northwest Territories, then back into Alberta. 3 kilometers (1.9 mi) east of the British Columbia border it turns north and flows back in the Northwest Territories. It keeps a north to northeast direction, paralleling the Redknife River for a while, then turns east, where it builds a complex lake and channel system before it empties into the Tathlina Lake at its western extremity. It flows out the north side of the lake and continues north, receives the waters of Gull Creek, then flows into the Kakisa Lake at its southern shore. It flows out at the eastern side of the lake, drops through the Lady Evelyn Falls before it is crossed by the Mackenzie Highway. It continues northwards, then empties into the Mackenzie River, 30 kilometers (19 mi) downstream from the Great Slave Lake, at an elevation of 160 meters (520 ft).

Source: Wikipedia

[angelofthemornings]

Across from the prison and beside the great lake

Below the rooftops and above the highway

The spirits pay rent on the basements they haunt

And the painters just draw pictures of the things that they want

I cook my dinner on the black top street

I come from the Nation of Heat

Outside the train station there's a bold painted sign

It says try to be patient, don't forget to choose sides

We got the loudest explosions that you've ever heard

We've got two dollar soldiers and ten dollar words

If I didn't own boots I wouldn't need feet

I come from the Nation of Heat

So swift and so vicious are the carnival rides

And the carnival barker will yell your name for a bribe

We've got billboards for love and Japanese cars

It ain't rare to hear the street lights call themselves stars

The more that I learn the more that I cheat

I come from the Nation of Heat

I've seen skeleton mothers and hungry folks

Across the street from the kitchen that cooks dinner the most

Sometimes you hear whispers by the dark of the moon

That we promised too much and gave it too soon

Even our coughs and our fevers compete

I come from the Nation of Heat

Blocking borders with smiles our immigrant sons

We measure loneliness in miles and misery in tons

There's a straw hatted man rowing away from the shore

He says "It's a shame they don't let you have slaves here anymore"

I'm the ugliest man that you'll ever meet

I come from the Nation of Heat

[liewithm3]

Have you prayed today? Jesus makes you money.

According to our puppet politicians and propaganda industry, the United States is a nation of immigrants until a violent attack occurs,- they then become radicalized "Domestic Terrorists."

My maternal & paternal ancestors left Normandy, France and arrived in North America in the mid 1600s, before the United States even existed.

I would have been refused entry if I had arrived at Ellis Island due to my obvious physical limitations, but was assigned working papers by our Jewish, Christian religious cult community, and my parents were strongly encouraged to have more children, seven following me - nine total.

Human defectives make great slaves, caretaker incomes, and mental health patients when abused. They're also easy to kill without reporting after being institutionalized, or isolated in their own home. Just use a stand-in if the corrupt county government bothers to check, but why would they, they benefit too.

I consider myself a Germanic European trapped by the United States government's forced poverty, as they took the value of my family's business property, a prime center city corner lot connected by direct route to three interstate highway interchanges, and made operating our 45-year-old small business at the time I could no longer continue almost impossible with environmental laws favoring corporations, and lack of right-to-repair legislation.

Criminality, cruelty and torture are condoned by fake American religious parasites.

[whitepolaris]

The Legendary Wakulla Volcano

It's a great mystery-that lonely smoke-pot in the vast Wakulla Swamp. -Maurice Thompson's A Tallahassee Girl, 1881

Twenty-five miles southeast of Tallahassee there's a secret buried in the vast Wacissa Swamp that's part of Florida's great pioneer legends. For nearly two centuries, stories have been handed down about the mysterious Wacissa Smoke, which supposedly came from the long-lost Wakulla Volcano.

The first accounts of the Wacissa Smoke can be found in early Seminole Indian lore that told of "smoke rising in the swamp." In 1830, settlers blamed the mystery on smoke from Indian campfires or from a pirate's den. The smoke varied from thick black, like coal smoke, to the bluish white of wood smoke and usually swirled upward, like smoke in a drifting upward, like smoke in a chimney, although it could be just a drifting haze. It was visible from far out on the Gulf of Mexico, and ships sailing into the port of St. Marks often relied on it as a navigational aid. Seafarers said it was "the old man of the swamp smoking his pipe." Superstitious folk claimed it was "the devil stirring his tar kiln."

The Wacissa Swamp is virtually an untouched wilderness dotted with numerous sulfur springs. Its subtropical growth covers a marsh that is the habitat of a variety of creatures, from snakes as big as your arm to a healthy population of gators. The only dry spots are a few pine hammocks. Many parts of this vine-tangled jungled are as inaccessible today as they were a century ago, which explains why very people have ever tried to locate the origin of the smoke.

By 1840, Tallahassee residents were climbing up on rooftops to see what they thought was smoke from a camp of runaway slaves. On a clear day, the smoke could be seen from up to twenty miles away, and at night, people reported seeing a glow far out in the swamp. The Tallahassee Patriot described the glow in an 1880 article as "looking more like a large fire shooting its flaming tongue high up into the upper realms, frequently reflected back by passing clouds." During the Civil War, people speculated that the smoke was coming from a camp of deserters or from the mother of all moonshine stills. Each new theory seemed to ignore the fact that the smoke had been observed for at least a hundred years.

In the late 1880s, the New York Herald Tribune decided to investigate the situation, and an expedition was formed, made up of a New York journalist and three guides. They fought for nearly three days through saw grass, mud, mosquitoes, and cottonmouth moccasins but gave up their ill-fated quest after one of the guides fell out of a tree trying to get a bearing on the smoke and the unfortunate New York reporter died from swamp fever.

Then the smoke suddenly ceased on August 31, 1886, when an earthquake hit Charleston, South Carolina, sending tremors throughout northern Florida. The legend lives on, but the smoke hasn't been seen since. Did the earthquake cause a geological effect that plugged up Florida's volcano? A recent inquiry to the University of Florida's geology department brought the following response: "We are unaware of the Wakulla Volcano as described, and certainly no volcanic activity occurred." But in recent times, numerous people have accidentally stumbled upon what they believed was the elusive crater. One old-timer described seeing "a blackened, dishpan-size hole atop a rocky knoll which was scattered with rocks." Others, including one Willam Wyatt in 1935, have claimed to find "scattered rocks that looked like they had been burnt by extreme heat." When Highway 98 was being built in 1949, workers came upon a deep hole in the middle of the Wacissa Swamp that required six hundred tons of rock to fill, hauled by thirty-four dump tracks. Was that the crater?

In October 1997, a team from UNX-Research, a nonprofit group investigating unexplained phenomena, went in search of the legendary volcano. The tea, consisting of Jim Whitman and Bill and Todd Meyers, made their way by boat down the Wacissa River to where it meets the Aucilla River. According to most reports, the source of the smoke was near the intersection of these two rivers. "We hiked about two miles from the river to a high ridge that ran through a hammock," recounted Bill Meyers. "There was a high point on this ridge with rocks strewn everywhere. The rocks were overgrown with vegetation, but some were pretty large, at least a hundred pounds. Some of the smaller ones looked like they had been burned but we couldn't tell if it was because of a natural swamp fire or something else. We didn't find anything like a crater or anything that looked like lava material, and most of the rocks were plain ol' limestone or flint."

Over the years, people have offered numerous explanations for the mysterious smoke, but the smoke hasn't given up its secret. Somewhere out among the alligators and snakes lies the answer to Florida's lost volcano mystery, perhaps waiting to become active again.

Weird Rocks in Rock Hammock

There's a place in the Wacissa called Rock Hammock. I've been there a bunch of times, and there's big rocks all over. They had to be pushed out of the ground by some kind of force, because I saw this for myself. -Bryan G.

Steam Coming from the Hole

My uncle used to hunt in those parts with a man that told him about a deep hole in a solid bed of rock that you can stick a large coffee can in, and he said that there was hot steam coming out of that hole. I heard there are underground caverns in that area. This makes me wonder if the Wakulla Volcano was really a hot spring. -cyberhound

[noeticprayer]

SCRIPTURE READINGS for Sunday December 15th, 2024

Colossians 3:4-11 (Epistle) 

Brothers and Sisters, when Christ who is our life appears, then you also will appear with Him in glory.  Therefore put to death your members which are on the earth: fornication, uncleanness, passion, evil desire, and covetousness, which is idolatry.  Because of these things the wrath of God is coming upon the sons of disobedience, in which you yourselves once walked when you lived in them.  But now you yourselves are to put off all these: anger, wrath, malice, blasphemy, and vulgarity out of your mouth.  Do not lie to one another, since you have put off the old man with his deeds, and have put on the new man who is renewed in knowledge according to the image of Him who created him, where there is neither Greek nor Jew, circumcised nor uncircumcised, barbarian, Scythian, slave nor free, but Christ is all and in all.

Luke 14:16-24 (Gospel)

The Lord said “A certain man gave a great supper and invited many, and sent his servant at supper time to say to those who were invited, ‘Come, for all things are now ready.’  But they all with one accord began to make excuses. The first said to him, ‘I have bought a piece of ground, and I must go and see it. I ask you to have me excused.’  And another said, ‘I have bought five yoke of oxen, and I am going to test them. I ask you to have me excused.’  Still another said, ‘I have married a wife, and therefore I cannot come.’  So that servant came and reported these things to his master. Then the master of the house, being angry, said to his servant, ‘Go out quickly into the streets and lanes of the city, and bring in here the poor and the maimed and the lame and the blind.’  And the servant said, ‘Master, it is done as you commanded, and still there is room.’  Then the master said to the servant, ‘Go out into the highways and hedges, and compel them to come in, that my house may be filled.  ’For I say to you that none of those men who were invited shall taste my supper.’”

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