#Ton Double Plunger

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Yu-Mi's Cells Episode 6 Recap: Beach Date at Sokcho

The Bathroom Emergency of Doom

The Cells started off thinking it will be the last time Woong and Yu-Mi would spend their final time together again. We ended with Woong the last episode saying that it was all a misunderstanding and Yu-Mi invited him to eat the cake he bought at her place. Woong's Cell Village is celebrating. They were about to enter their apartment, the Cells are thinking about Woong's first move. From all the nerves building up, Woong ended up having a stomach ache. Intestine Cell was introduced, happiness always comes with hardships and it doesn't come for free! I assupose. Woong looks out of focus while Yu-Mi is there about to enjoy the cake. Yu-Mi tells him to switch of the lights before she blows off her birthday candles. Woong is struggling to stand up and the Cells are deciding on different situations to handle his stomach. Hope he doesn't embarrass himself. Woong is struggling too much go through pain, yet excuses himself since he's in a dire situation to head towards the bathroom. The Cells thinking they're doomed because he did number 02 during his first visit and they only hope Yu-Mi would understand. Before even Woong leaves the bathroom, the toilet clogged. Dear me.

This is so embarrassing. Yu-Mi notices that he's taken forever and thinks that he was probably in the shower. Calm down. Woong asks her if she has that certain item in her home, if not he has to go out to buy. Yu-Mi is probably thinking of something else. Woong tells her it's a plunger he needs and good thing she has one. This situation is so embarrassing after Yu-Mi offered to help but he declined. Woong cleaned it up himself but looks like it got worst.

This situation is driving Woong crazy and i just couldn't help but crack up at the hilariousness of this catastrophic event. Woong excuses himself to leave and Yu-Mi offered tea to ease his stomach. Yu-Mi resisted and she continues to take care of Woong who has a tummy ache. She even rubbed his tummy! Woong notices her tons of books saying it's a unexpected hobby, Yu-Mi tells him that she wants to write didn't think it suits her. Yu-Mi asks him if he wanted to be a game developer all his life. Woong notices a photo of her family portraits, she talked about her family & how her grandma takes care of her when she's sick. The next morning they head out to eat for breakfast, Woomi invites her for a trip out to the beach. The cells thanks Intestine Cells too.

The Beach Date

Both Woong and Yu-Mi are enjoying their beach date together, they ate buckwheat noodles too. Woong couldnt book a room for them due to a investor meeting and sends Yu-Mi the details to have it booked. She was able to call in but the agent tells her they only have twin-beds with the ocean view. She requested a double bed room but it doesnt have the view, instead it's a parking lot view. The ocean twin bed room view has a glass door bathroom which ended up with Yu-Mi imagining things again. Hahaha. Nosebleed. The Cells are fine with it and they can enjoy other views instead, if you know what I mean.

Etiquette Cell is introduced. She ended not deciding at the moment when she first called and called back with the bed not available anymore. Yu-Mi started screaming at the agent which made the coworkers shocked. She ended up getting the double bedroom and the Cells are happy. They started out with Woong talking about their room in the car, Yu-Mi hasn't told him yet about her mishap booking. He kept talking about the room that has a weird glass bathroom & complained about a person will be called a pervert if they booked that room. Yu-Mi called the reservations in panic and wanting to change the room. There isn't any room available and Yu-Mi wants to cancel her booking with the Cells protesting for her not to.

Yu-Mi decided not to push through her cancellation. They finally entered the room, Woong is excited to see the view but is shocked by the glass bathroom. The bathroom is a problem but Yu-Mi tells him that they got a good view instead. Woong ended up complaining at the front desk and Yu-Mi is in panic. He complained them about the issue and the front desk insisted that they informed whoever booked the room.

He's so upset that he's at the hotel's reservation office and requested for the reservation audio. When Woong's angry he takes it to the end. Woong is so stubborn and the Cells are struggling too. I am also struggling to see Woong listening to the reservation audio. This is so embarassing for her. She ended up stopping the audio on time but with her in a hurry the keyboard was pressed again, the audio continued to play. The Cells are in catastrophy saying that they're doomed.

Yu-Mi is embarrassed and tells him that she requested it. Yu-Mi tells him that there's no room left. He's left in shock and flustered. While they ate, Yu-Mi is upset and defended herself because she just followed what Woong tells her.

Woong just ended up laughing because at the situation and not to her but Yu-Mi is truly effected by the embarrassing situation, the cells said that they should just understand her. King Sullen Cell is also introduced.

Woong tries to understand Yu-Mi's feelings and decided that they should just go home. Yu-Mi doesn't want to leave and tries to immerse herself with the beach front view one last time. They were about to leave and Woong can tell that she's upset. He told her that she didn't cancel the room. He didn't cancel it because he wanted to ask her first and doesnt want to waste the moment.

Yu-Mi tells him that it's up to him because it's his money. Woong tells her that he doesn't want to cancel it and likes the glass bathroom. King Sullen and Etiquette Cell is being tied up and kicked out. After the struggle came down, the intensity went up. Both Yu-Mi and Woong ended up making out in the room. Eeep.

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NJPW SUMMER STRUGGLE in JINGU Review (August 29th, 2020, Tokyo, Jingu Stadium)

Master Wato vs. Yoshinobu Kanemaru  **1/4

KOPW 2020 Decision Match: Kazuchika Okada vs. SANADA vs. Toru Yano vs. El Desperado  **3/4

NEVER Openweight Championship Match: Shingo Takagi © vs. Minoru Suzuki  ****1/2

IWGP Jr. Heavyweight Championship Match: Hiromu Takahashi © vs. Taiji Ishimori  ****+

IWGP Tag Team Championship Match: Taichi & Zack Sabre Jr. © vs. Hiroshi Tanahashi & Kota Ibushi  ****

IWGP Heavyweight & Intercontinental Double Championship Match: EVIL © vs. Tetsuya Naito  ****

Photos.

* I tried to edit some minor things on my original post, but it was inexplicably deleted. Thankfully I had a version backed up, for some reason, so here it is posted anew.

This was a fun, brisk show (it clocked in at about 2 and a half hours) from a socially distanced crowd of around 5,000, that delivered a few great matches. On the whole everything felt a bit short, especially the first two matches that were both sprinted through in 7 minutes. Yoshinobu Kanemaru countered an RPP attempt into a cradle to pin Master Wato in an opener that was marred by a few noticeable botches, then Toru Yano very surprisingly pinned Okada to be the inaugural KOPW trophy holder. The finish came when Okada had Despy in the Cobra Clutch, but Yano rolled in, hit a low blow on his CHAOS stablemate, then School Boy’d him for the win. This was fun, but at 7:01, it was much too short to be anything other than “just there”. Things really picked up in match 3 as Shingo Takagi, who has been one of the (if not the) standout workers of 2020, defending his NEVER title against grouchy psychopath Minoru Suzuki. This was the best match on the show, and these guys pummelled each other in the blistering August sun. Special mention must go to Suzuki’s facials in this, which were tremendous. Shingo managed to escape a rear naked choke and nailed a Death valley Bomb, then hit Made In Japan for a near fall. Suzuki escaped a Last Of The Dragon attempt and hit a headbutt to the back of Takagi’s head. Shingo came off the ropes for a Pumping Bomber, but Suzuki nailed him with his big dropkick. They exchanged stiff forearms and Lariats, before Suzuki hit a shoot headbutt, and locked in the choke again. He let go and hit the Gotch Style Piledriver to win his second NEVER championship at the 14:56 mark.

The Jr. Title Match that followed had a lot riding on its shoulders. Firstly, Hiromu is nursing a separated shoulder, so he was limited in what he could do, and Ishimori hasn’t looked like his old self since injuring his neck in last years BOSJ, so whilst this was a really great match, it was nowhere in the same league as their classic 2018 BOSJ final. Bone Soldier worked over Hiromu’s injured shoulder, ramming it into the ring post after hitting a Moonsault to the floor, and trying for the Yes Lock. Takahashi made a comeback by hitting a dropkick off the apron, then went for a German into the buckles, but Taiji countered into a reverse Frankensteiner. Hiromu popped up and hit the German into the corner anyway, then got a near fall with Dynamite Plunger. They traded German’s which resulted in both guys landing square on top of their respective heads. I’ve no idea what they were thinking here, unless the plan was to flip out onto their feet, but neither made it properly. Takahashi tried the “D” triangle choke, but Ishimori tried to power him up into a powerbomb, nearly dropped him, then hit a buckle bomb which Hiromu took head first in frightening fashion. Hiromu battled back with a big Lariat, hit the Death Valley Bomb into the corner, then hit Time Bomb for a great near fall. He tried Time Bomb II, but Ishimori escaped and hit a reverse Bloody Cross, which looked terrifying, then locked in the Yes Lock again. Hiromu fought valiantly, but Ishimori turned it into a Border City Stretch he’s calling the Bone Lock, and Takahashi had to tap at 13:30. An interesting title switch here, but realistically, there are no fresh challengers for Hiromu at this point (or anyone really), and he’s probably going to factor into the G1, so it makes sense. And I know that I sound like an old fuddy-duddy here, but Hiromu needs to stop taking these bumps onto his head and neck. He only returned from a serious, potentially career-ending neck injury in December, and by August he’s needing to take time off again.

The Tag Title bout was an excellent match. It went 16 minutes so didn’t stay in the doldrums for the first half, like their half hour Dominion outing, and was essentially all action. The beginning was just as you’d expect; the heels worked over Tana’s destroyed knees, and he sold and sold. However, he made the hot tag to Ibushi, who ran wild like a man possessed, hitting stiff kicks, a standing moonsault and standing shooting star. He traded more hard kicks with Taichi, with both guys hitting a double headkick on each other for the double down. Zack was sporting a taped up knee, so Tanahashi zeroed in on it after escaping a Brakes Arm Bar, hitting Dragon Screws, including the babyfaces hitting the assisted version they’ve been devastating Tanahashi with all summer. After Ibushi kicked the Iron Fingers From Hell off Taichi’s hand, it came down to Tana and ZSJ again. The Ace hit a standing HFF, then went up for another, but Sabre moved and he ate canvas. Taichi again hit the ring and the champions hit the double team Black Mephisto that they’re calling Zack Mephisto (very clever), to retain the titles. I honestly think it’s time Tana and Ibushi parted ways for the time being so Kota can figure into the main title picture again. He’s been in the tag scene ever since he lost at Wrestle Kingdom, and it feels like he’s lost a lot of momentum. As for the champions, I’m never going to pretend to like Taichi, but he does his job well here.

And in the main event, Tetsuya Naito sought revenge on EVIL and reclaim his Double Titles in another Dominion rematch. This was a hundred times better than their Osaka outing as the interference was kept to a minimum (well as minimum as interference gets nowadays) as they didn’t needlessly go 40 damn minutes this time. The story of this was both guys going after the others neck, with Naito hitting neckbreakers, and EVIL doing his chair around the head gimmick. The King Of Darkness tried Darkness Falls onto the apron, but Naito countered into a neckbreaker to the floor, then scored a near fall with a Frankensteiner off the top. EVIL sent Naito into the exposed turnbuckles and hit a massive suplerplex. He followed that up with Darkness Falls for 2, and countered a Naito Destino attempt with an eye rake. The prerequisite chicanery happened next as Dick Togo nailed Naito with a chair as EVIL held the ref. After a botched ref bump, EVIL just threw Red Shoes into the exposed buckles, which brought Togo back. He and EVIL nailed a Magic Killer on Naito, which (shock of all shocks) brought out BUSHI, who took Togo out with a dropkick. From here, Gedo came in and poked BUSHI in the eyes, and they brawled at ringside. Dick Togo used the garrotte on Naito, which caused SANADA to run out, hit dropkicks on EVIL and Togo, then wipe Togo out with a TKO, which the veteran took a great bump for. SANADA and BUSHI hit stereo Pescado’s, then dragged the interfering Bullet Clubbers to the back, leaving it one-on-one. Naito hit Destino, but EVIL kicked out. EVIL countered a second Destino attempt with a low blow, and hit a massive Lariat for a near fall. Naito blocked an attempt at another low blow, then hit Valentia (this is a much better finisher, in my opinion), then lifted him up and hit Destino to regain the belts at the 26:20 mark.

Naito cut a promo in the post match about over coming adversity, there was a fireworks display, and everyone went home happy. So the EVIL experiment is over, for the time being. I have absolutely no problem with them wanting to elevate EVIL, but it was more of the manner they were going about it which raised concerns with me. He really didn’t need to be out there doing the whole Bullet Club shenanigans, as they really don’t play to his strengths at all. Next up is the G1, which should be interesting. It doesn’t have the same sort of buzz around it for me this year (what could?), for obvious reasons, but I’m sure it’ll be a ton of fun.

NDT

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The Distraction: FFXV Iggy’s Birthday Fic

Prompto's in on a surprise party for Ignis, and he's been tasked with being the distraction. It's harder than he thought, but he won't let the guys down! (Forgive the Promnis vibes, I'm trash for them.)

Words: 3073 words (10-25 minutes) | Chocobros

This was it, the big day for their surprise party for Specs... Prompto was in charge of being a distraction, probably the hardest job of the whole thing. He tried telling the others that, but they swore up and down that he could do it, no problem. Riding in the passenger seat next to Iggy like usual, Prompto figured out that was probably because they didn’t wanna do it. Not ‘cause hanging with Iggy was bad or anything, but keeping him distracted when he was designed for laser-like focus was gonna be the hardest thing he’s ever done in his life.

He convinced Ignis to take him along to the Crown City mall half by saying he wanted to check out some places and half by saying he should learn what Ignis does for Noct, so he could be a backup if he needs it. And that only worked by stocking up Iggy points with little favors to make his job easier. Y’know, to prove he could be a good backup!

Which was kinda part of his day-to-day anyway. Iggy worked so hard doing stuff for them all the time, and Gladio and Noct didn’t really do that whole ‘helping with dinner’ thing. But hey, that’s what made it such a good cover story!

“We’ve arrived,” Ignis announced and the doors automatically locked once he put the car in park. The morning sun gave a little extra warmth to the winter air, but he couldn’t complain about the cold when it meant Ignis broke out his sharp, double-breasted wool peacoat. All his friends were supermodels, but he had to give it to Ig, he looked extra good dressed for cold weather. Like the Six knew it when they set his birthday in stone.

“Gotcha,” Prompto answered, springing out of the car with his camera around his neck. Just in case! Never know when you’ll see a shot you just got to take, and it was a great reason to draw out their trip if he had to. Ignis always stopped to wait when Prompto wanted to take pictures, and he was pretty patient about it too.

And really, Prompto was banking on that. They still had to decorate, put the gifts together, make a cake… And they hadn’t even started wrapping yet. Leaving all that to Noct and the big guy felt like a recipe for disaster, but all he could do now was his part. Going at a light jog to keep up with Iggy’s longer, purposeful stride, Prompto followed him into the Crown City mall.

“So! What’s our first stop?” There wasn’t much of a crowd, since it was mid-week. No luck there. Just made Prompto think about how he wished there was more color in their uniform.

“We’ll be visiting just the one shop: a specialty dining store,” Ignis answered and led the way. “There are certain cooking instruments designed for the road that will prove essential on our journey.”

“Hey, Iggy!” Prompto raced ahead of him, eager to get started ‘cause this was gonna eat up hours. …Okay, maybe one hour. For his first distraction, Prompto picked up a cup-like thing with a little curve for pouring, some weird plunger thing, and measuring lines on the side. Turning around with a bounce in his step, he showed the tool to Ignis. “What’s this gadget do?”

“Hm?” Ignis strode over to the table Prompto picked out. Even here, he did the driving and pushed the cart along too. There was a lotta stuff here he didn’t recognize, so Prompto had plenty of ammo to keep his attention. “Ah, that is a milk frother, primarily used for lattes and other such beverages where foam is a key part of the experience.”

“Right, right. Y’know, I’ve never had a latte.” He put the frother down by the others, twisting it so it’d match its family of frothers before he took off after Ignis. “Think you could use it in hot chocolate?”

“You certainly can. I’ll show you sometime.” Ignis had a hint of a smile as he wound artfully through the rows and rows of cooking stuff that was either high-end normal stuff or specialty stuff.

“That’d be real sweet of you,” Prompto shot back a pun, giggling while he followed after Ignis.

Maybe if he wasn’t so caught up looking at grills, Iggy might’ve given as good as he got. Probably better, he did a lot more reading than Prom and that gave him more material to work with. Comparing little portable grills to each other with wordless hums and silent notetaking on his phone, Prompto was pretty sure he could do a dance and get nothing from the royal advisor. Or just a quick glance, anyway.

“Hey, uh, Igster,” Prompto ventured an interruption when he looked just about done. “Isn’t this thing just a slab of salt?” He held up a swirled dark and light pink rectangle about two or three inches thick labelled with just ‘mineral salt block’ on the side.

“It is far more than that.” Ignis finished up a note on his phone, picking up a boxed version of the grill he settled on and put it in the cart. “That is for grilling or stovetop cooking for the right stove, and it imparts a lightly salty flavor with the various health benefits of its mineral composition to—” Ignis sighed, picking up on the overwhelmed look on Prompto’s face. Probably. “It’s good for the food and for those who eat it.”

“Ah, gotcha. So Noct’d hate it, huh? Too healthy.” He put the block down, smiling at Ignis’ laugh.

“It doesn’t feature the same textural concerns Noct has with beans, but… I suspect you may be correct.”

Of course Prom got a text right then, and he hoped it was Gladio or Noct saying everything was fine and ready to go. Pulling his phone out of his pocket with only a little extra flair, he brought up the message from Noctis.

Need more time.

Only one way to answer that. Tossing in an exasperated emoji, he sent back just what he thought of that.

y tho

And the picture he got from Noct was so depressing, it was truly a loss for mankind. What was once gold cake was a bit more brown-and-black-ish, and big chunks of it were still stuck on the pan while the rest was somewhere off-frame. Uh, he hoped.

Noooooct

Thank Gladio.

smh how much time u need

A few seconds turned to a minute and Prompto kept checking his screen every few minutes before Ignis finally spoke up.

“Prompto, do pay attention,” he advised.

“Right, gotcha.” Pockets his phone for the last time. Left on read by Noct! If it wasn’t for Iggy’s birthday, he’d be in for a parade of emojis until Prompto got an answer. Or maybe not, but it sounded kinda fun to do. Trotting to catch up to Ignis again, he started up conversation. “So, you do all this by yourself?”

“Typically, yes,” he answered, though he sounded pleased rather than put out. Even looked the part smirking like that when he pushed up his glasses. “Gladio has little patience for it and Noctis has other responsibilities. It’s only natural this should be entrusted to me.”

“Yeah, but on your birthday?” Oops. He was so not supposed to say that, and Prompto’s stilted laugh when he figured out his slip-up didn’t do anything to throw Ignis off his scent. He even stopped to look at Prompto, examining him for answers. Or maybe it just felt like that and Prompto was worrying too much! He just to chill like Noct said to. Yeah, just… chill.

“I didn’t realize you knew.”

“Yeah, well, y’know.” Crap, he was very un-chill right now. Prompto shrugged, eyeing the shelves next to him for a way out of this conversation. “Noct brought it up, and I guess it stuck.” Gotta find a distraction and quick. It’d just buy time, Iggy’d never forget a slip-up like that, but time was all he needed. Prompto snatched up a waffle iron at the end of a really long stick from a display by the camping stuff. “Oh em gee, check this out! Waffles at camp, can you imagine?”

“If you’re willing to make them one at a time,” he teased with that slight smile, turning back to push the cart ahead. That’s right, Iggy, focus on the to-do list and forget that little blunder from Prompto.

“Aw, I’d never keep up with the big guy,” he mourned, dejectedly returning the specialty cookware to its box and catching up to the birthday guy again.

“Indeed not.”

After gathering the rest of their supplies in preparation for the coming trip in the warmer weather, Ignis checked off the final item in his phone.

“And that concludes our shopping for the time being.” The cart was expertly packed just so everything fit in and was even sorted for putting on the belt in an orderly fashion at checkout. Seriously, Ignis’ brain should be melting from all the stuff he thought ahead on. But Prompto was keeping up with him for now, anyway—maybe he really could be halfway-decent at this back-up thing.

“Really? You do a ton, but you really make it look easy. And that’s not just flattery to distract you, I mean it!” Dammit, he was getting bad at this. Thankfully, Ignis pretended not to notice it. Probably. He doubted he really didn’t realize. Ignis, miss something? Next, it’d rain ice cream!

“I should thank you.” With the last item rung through checkout (Prompto didn’t even dare to look at the total), it was as good a time as any, but so weird. Yeah, Prompto got it, he’d do the same if he were Iggy, but… He laughed, shrugging it off. Like always, Ignis kept going undaunted. “As much as I don’t anticipate I’ll need a substitute for my duty to Noctis, it never hurts to be prepared.”

“Hey, uh. No problem! Least I can do, really.” Prompto was spared being even more awkward somehow when Ignis gave his attention to checkout. Plus, it got him a second to text Noct without spectacles maybe seeing what he was up to if he didn’t figure it out yet.

omw home

Not yet.

Prompto let out a groan, slumping in defeat. The shopping trip was over, Noct! What now?

“Stocking the cart might go more smoothly if your hands were free.” Uh oh, that was the informative warning tone. Ignis was audio-coded to hint at what he was thinking and Prompto was getting a code yellow.

“Uh, right.” Putting his phone away, he helped moved the grill and cooking stuff he didn’t exactly recognize into the cart. They were almost done and Prompto blurted out his only idea before he had a chance to think about it enough to stop. “Actually, wanna go someplace cool after this?”

“Pardon?”

“Y’know, ‘cause it’s your birthday! There’s guys who can take this stuff back to the castle, yeah?” He really hoped Ignis would buy this. He couldn’t be the one who screwed up and ruined the surprise, the guys were counting on him! “Isn’t there a place you’ve always wanted to check out, but never got to?”

“Not especially,” Ignis answered after a brief pause. That mildly wide-eyed look was way too caught off guard… Could it be Iggy never thought about stuff he wanted to do before? Seriously? Prompto wanted to not believe it, but with all the stuff he’s always doing for everyone else under the sun, it’s, y’know… Possible. If not super likely.

“Then I’ll show you around. C’mon, it’s just one day, not even. Two hours.” Ignis pulled the cart to the side and out of the way, which wasn’t a yes but it wasn’t a no yet either. He could still get away with this! Prompto flashed the smile that usually worked on Noct, tossing in an eager bounce to cover his bases. “Birthday trip? Birthday trip!”

“There’s snow outside, Prompto.” This answer was just a little bit weaker, not reinforced with the typical Ignis brand crisp certainty that came with every sentence. And what kinda sharpshooter would he be if he didn’t take this opening?

“So? We’ve got boots.” Prompto bent his knee and held one foot up like he needed to demonstrate. Paired with the grin, he could tell—he was winning this round.

“I have to return to the castle for dinner preparation.” Ignis’ gaze darted to the shop windows and the city guard posted outside. The ones that could take all this back to the castle for them and buy the guys some time before Iggy came back.

“How’s this—you go on the birthday trip you so deserve, let me take a couple cool shoots to remember it by, and I’ll help make dinner.” He offered his hand to Ignis, leaning into his field of vision to get his attention. “Deal?”

With a sigh and a signal the guards outside, Ignis gave in. “Very well.”

“Woohoo! You’re not gonna regret it.”

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After their side trip, they had to get someone to give them a ride and man, was it weird to have Ignis riding in the back seat of a car next to Prompto in calm quiet. Not a bad, awkward quiet—he was so used to those—but chill. He was usually in front too so Gladio could get the extra leg room, so at least being next to Iggy was just like always. Prompto dug out his phone again, sending one last warning text. They’d gotten another hour or hour and a half outta this, he hoped they figured it out.

omw 4 real

“When you said cool pictures, I hadn’t thought you meant literally on the ice.” Ignis only just glanced his way, his face still slightly red from spending time in the cold February air.

“Hey, that pond is a prime photo op!” He slipped his phone into his pocket, swapping it out for his camera. “Check it out,” he offered, bringing up a photo of Ignis in the light, warm glow of the late afternoon winter sun glittering off the ice, a faint plume of his breath in front of him and a delicate blush to his cheeks. Say what you want about the royal advisor, but it’d better be a compliment—he was gorgeous. “My best one yet.”

“Oh, so you collect them?”

“Ah, well, y’see, I—” Shoot. The car was slowing down and he caught a peek of the castle entrance. Thank the Six! “I take pictures of all you guys, yeah? Hey, look, we’re here!” Shuffling out his side, half-stumbling out, Prompto fled to safety. Almost over, this was the home stretch!

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“They keep falling!”

“And whose fault is that?” Familiar voices reached Ignis and Prompto as they worked their way back to one of the smaller, casual family dining rooms in the castle.

“The tape.” Ah, classic Noct. Ignis turned to Prompto with a questioning brow and he just smiled back, nodding him to go first. Nothing left to hide now! Ignis pulled the door open and stepped into the room, which… kinda looked like elementary schoolers decorated it, but hey. Not everyone was a perfect party coordinator like Iggy.

“Gladio? Noctis.” Was that disbelief or patient warnings at the sight of lopsided streamers hanging all the way over to Noctis, who stood on a chair taping the last corner up. For the millionth time, from the sounds of it. Mostly decently wrapped presents sat on one end of the elegant dining table and at the other were three whole separate two-layer cakes and enough fancy takeout for a family of six. “What is…?”

“Happy birthday, Specs,” Noctis said, smiling as he stepped down from the chair and came over with Gladio.

“Didn’t think we forgot, did you?” Gladio clapped his hand on Ignis’ shoulder, his too-perfect smile coming as naturally as ever. Maybe a little more, even.

“I… Suppose this was what the escapades were all about,” he remarked, glancing back at Prompto.

“Whoa, three cakes?!” Gotta change that subject, Ignis, they didn’t know about any escapades! It was just supposed to be errands. But it was their fault he had to draw it out, wasn’t it? Chill, Prompto—chill. “All this food… I’m just gonna have to run more tomorrow.”

“After running around all day today too,” Gladio joked, thankfully getting the hint. Probably.

“What’s this about escapades?” Noct was not so merciful, and that is why Gladio got all the ladies, Prompto thought to himself. Okay, yeah, it was always great to see him smile, just—not at Prompto’s expense!

“Hey, you guys told me to keep him busy!”

“And you did very well. I haven’t been ice skating since Noctis was a boy and that pond was rather scenic.” Ignis to the rescue even on his birthday, what a saint. He did fall into a thoughtful silence, looking like he was trying to find life’s answers in the present pile. “Though I had figured you out by then, of course. I am curious why you kept me preoccupied for so much longer than necessary.”

“Gladio wrecked the cake.”

“Okay, Princess,” he dismissed. “Told you to set the timer.”

“And I told you I was busy.”

“Never heard you.”

“Getting old already,” Noctis said like he was in mourning, giving as good as he got and ducking out of a headlock from Gladio by just a hair. He’d better be faster than Gladio after all that childhood of training with him.

“Regardless of the kitchen mishaps I’ll contend with later,” Ignis got their attention back. “Thank you. I admit, I am at a loss for what else I might say.”

“No big deal,” Noctis answered, obviously proud of himself. “You could start by having dinner. I’m dying to try these skewers,” he suggested, leading the way to the meal.

“Speaking of that, I do believe Prompto owes me a standing offer to help with dinner.” Ignis picked up his own plate and shot Prompto a smile. “An awfully easy suggestion when you know there’s takeout on the table, hm?”

“You don’t have to resort to birthday blackmail, dude. I got your back,” Prompto promised. And snagged a plate of his own, he had to get to this food before the big guy got it all. “Still, though. Uh, happy birthday, Ignis.”

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High Speed Double Rotary Tablet Press Machine

MACHINE APPLICATION

AMPLUS - III High Speed Double Rotary Tablet Press is aptly designed for use in pharmaceutical Industry for Large Batch size Production for Single Layer as well as Bi-Layer Tablets. It does find its applications in many other similar process industries.

MACHINE OPERATIONAL PRINCIPLE

The material (Blended Powder/ Granules) is to be filled to the die hole through the hopper and the Feeder. Then, the filling volume of the powder is adjusted by motorized Dozer & pressed under the Pre & Main Pressure Rolls. The tablets are formed under this process & discharged automatically through the discharge chute of the Tablet Press.

MACHINE DESCRIPTION

This is a Double Rotary Tablet Press with inbuilt 10 Ton Pre Compression & 10 Ton main Compression, with Key features of Interchangeable Turret facility among 51 STN D / 65 STN B/ 81 STN BB. This ergonomically designed machine is cGMP Compliant Tablet Press meeting all the parameters of Design (smooth corners & surfaces), Operator’s safety, Control systems, Metallurgy, Surface treatment and Easy accessibility for cleaning, assembling and dismantling of components etc.

AMPLUS - III series Rotary Tablet Presses are controlled by 15” IPC WITH COLOUR TOUCH SCREEN WITH 21 CFR PART 11 COMPLIANCE. IPC supports online helps to provide the Automation solutions through internet & hence minimize the Machine Down Time and production loss.

This series of machines are designed and made as per cGMP STANDARD & are capable to meet all international standards including USFDA & MHRA REQUIREMENTS.

A) STRUCTURE

As the name suggests, the robust Structure design provides strength & stability to compression forces without vibration. Its sturdy construction based on 'TIE BEAM' design wherein the top frame, made of special C.I., supports the main body to withstand the pressure load during the entire tableting process. The trembling is also absorbed during the operation based on this structure. The structure is enclosed with SS 304 guards. The Tablet compression zone is covered with thick transparent acrylic guards. The machine is equipped with Anti Vibration mounts at the bottom.

B) TURRET DRIVE

Centrally driven Turret is connected directly on the Main Drive Shaft of Heavy Duty Oil Immersed Gear Box to get the max torque at the Turret. It is designed to meet the standards of Low Noise Level below 80db. Large capacity motor ensures that there are no jerks or slippages while compressing even large tablets of size up to 25mm.

C) TURRET

Highly accurately machined, 3 piece Turret with double tapper roller bearings, has SS 316 Die Table.

Upper & lower Punch Disk is made of Special Grade SGI Casting with Electroless Nickel Plating on the exposed portion in tableting zone. This Electroless Nickel plating provides excellent protection against corrosion from highly abrasive substances, salts, acids, alkali, humidity etc.

In upper Punch Disk, the keyway is given in upper punch bore for shaped punches. The Lower Disk is having the punch brake (Ball Plunger) which holds the lower punch, to reduce the weight variation & the Noise.

The lower wiper seal is fitted on the top part of the punch hole in order to block the Oil & dust from the Punch body.

Dies inserted in Die Holes are locked by specially designed & hardened Die Lock Assemblies.

The interchangeable Turret can be provided with option of ‘51D’, ‘65B’ or ‘81BB’ Tooling.

D)  PRE & MAIN COMPRESSION PRESSURE ROLLS ASSEMBLIES

Equal & High pressure of Pre & Main Compression rolls, improves the dwell time for better compression. It eliminates the problem of tablet capping and chipping even for difficult formulations or shaped tablets.

Pre & Main Compression Rolls are specially designed, to deliver uniform Pressure on both the Upper & Lower Punches.

The motorized Lower pressure Roll Assembly has Load Cell, fitted at Center the lower roll, which enables the compressing Force measurement & monitoring. (Numeric as well as Graphical)

E)  FILLING CAMS

3 types of the filling Cams are supplied along with the machine. A suitable one should be selected based on the Tablet Thickness. The maximum size of the Filling Cam is 20 mm.

 F)  FORCE FEEDER MECHANISM

Zero Clearance Force Feeder has User friendly design of the force feeder feeds the granules to the Die cavity uniformly. The Force Feeder has Single stage 3 Paddle design for optimum powder filling. Separate ACVFD Drive for Force Feeder is provided for uniform filling efficiency & weight control as well as to synchronize speed & feed both. Option of Clockwise & Anti Clockwise rotation of paddles can be selected from Touch Screen of IPC. It enables handling of difficult products with characteristics like low B.D., fluffiness, poor flow ability etc.

G)  FEATURES & ADVANTAGES OF AUTOMATION

•         All machine controls through IPC touch screen.

•         Auto sampling based on, either time or revolution or punch nos.

•         Initial startup & stop rejection by default

•         Auto rejection, of any single tablet, if out of prescribed compaction force limit based on CFC through AWC facility.

•         Graphical representation of pressure on individual punches at pre & main compression rolls.

•         4 level password securities to prevent unauthorized use.

•         Recipe management & recipe storage.

•         Audit trail reports with printing facility.

•         Post installation. PLC complaints can be handled by internet through team viewer

H)   AWC

•         The range of AWC is divided such as control, reject and data store.

•         Graphical representation of the value of both pre & main pressure.

•         Display of figurer and graph both for the value of pressure on each individual punch.

•         Indication / display, of any no. of the selected punch & the respective value of pressure applied on it.  

•         Filling depth can be adjusted, if the amount of filled powder is exceeded or shortened beyond preset value.

•         The faulty tablet will be rejected automatically through Single tablet rejection system.

•         All data like production, rejection samples taken. Batch time segments etc. are recorded.

•         Discharge chute with three compartments viz. Acceptable tablets, initial / auto reject & sampling tablets gate.

I)  CENTRALIZED SCADA MONITORING SYSTEM

Machine input & output status can be observed & monitored, in parallel to the machine connected panel, from outside, by any competent authorized person, while sitting in his office through any internet connected device.

BENEFITS OF SCADA:

•         Report generation in PDF.

•         Large no of recipe & data storage capability of IPC

•         Connectivity to any type of printer.

•         Graphical system representation.

•         Real time trending

•         Alarm history.

•         Audit trail.

•         Advanced security level.

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Quality requirements of plastic products for titanium dioxide

Extrusion blow molding process of plastic film:

Resins, fillers, additives for master batch ingredients (master batch plus resin) blown plastic film

The main equipment used in this process is a double-roll mill, a film blowing machine, and the like.

The plastic injection molding process includes three stages: plasticization, injection, and molding cooling. Commonly used equipment includes plunger injection machines and screw injection machines.

The quality requirements of plastic products for titanium dioxide are:

1) Covering power: rutile tio2 with good covering power can produce lighter and thinner plastic products;

2) Whiteness: determines the appearance of light-colored or white plastic products;

3) Dispersibility: It affects the production cost of plastic products, and poorly dispersed titanium dioxide in plastic products will affect the smoothness and brightness of the product;

4) Weather resistance: Plastic products used outdoors and plastic doors and windows must ensure the weather resistance of titanium dioxide.

Masterbatch Plastic masterbatch is a highly concentrated, high-efficiency color formulation, that is, the pigment is evenly distributed in the carrier resin at an extraordinary concentration, and forms a particle of a certain particle size. It is mainly composed of a core layer (pigment), a coupling layer (coupling agent or surfactant), a dispersion layer (lubricant or dispersant), a mixing layer (carrier resin), etc. It is used as a coloring agent in plastics. It is widely used in the production of plastic products such as film blowing, injection molding, hot pressing, injection molding, etc. The color masterbatch has excellent coloring effect, convenient use, energy saving, and no dust and sewage during use, so it is favored by users. The development speed of color masterbatch is very fast. In addition, the production process of color masterbatch is simple and the investment is low. At present, there are hundreds of color masterbatch factories in China. The production scale and technical level are uneven. Tens of thousands of tons, product competition is becoming increasingly fierce, the profit of production enterprises is declining, and the quality of most color masterbatch products is low.

According to incomplete statistics, the titanium dioxide used in the production of color masterbatch is 20,000 to 30,000 tons per year. The rutile used is divided into three grades: high, medium and low grades. High-grade uses imported rutile, mid-grade uses domestic rutile, and low-grade uses domestic anatase. type of titanium dioxide. Huizhou Sunshen Chemical Co., Ltd., the largest color particle production company in China, uses imported titanium dioxide to produce color masterbatches mainly for export, and uses domestic titanium dioxide to produce color masterbatches to meet the domestic market. Due to the fierce competition, the use of anatase titanium dioxide masterbatch has an increasing trend.

Masterbatches can be used to color match PVC, polyethylene, polypropylene, polystyrene and ABS plastics. Its main components are pigments, resins, dispersants, volume pigments, fluorescent whitening agents, antioxidants, anti-ultraviolet agents, antistatic agents, toughening agents, brighteners, etc. Titanium dioxide is used as a white pigment and has no properties. Toxicity, chemical stability, high covering power, good dispersion and other advantages. There are several production processes for color masterbatch, such as: pigments, resins, dispersants, volume pigments, other additives, high-speed mixers, and twin-screw machines to extrude color masterbatches.

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How To Make Espresso Without An Espresso Machine

In case you're a coffee darling, you realize this amazing mix tastes incredible pretty much anyplace, whenever. The issue is, it's very simple to end up in circumstances—unwinding at home, during an outing to the dental specialist, or in your hang coasting exercise—where don't approach a coffee creator accessible.

 We can't generally help with the dental specialist or the hang skimming. (Also, truly, is caffeine what you need before you sit in that perverted person's dental specialist's seat?) But on the off chance that you have a hankerin' for coffee at home and would prefer not to take out a subsequent home loan so as to purchase a shining marvel from distant Torino, you'll be glad to realize you can figure out how to make coffee without a coffee machine.

  Solid, Dark, and Powerful: Espresso Coffee

 As far back as an ambitious Turinese man of his word named Angelo Moriondo designed the coffee machine in 1884, perceiving espresso darlings have appreciated the profound, dim, and delectable blend.

 The three most significant viewpoints to ace on the off chance that you need to see how to make coffee are the dish, the pound, and the compel used to blend the espresso. When you've gotten the hang of every one of the three, you'll be well on your approach to creating an incredible coffee regardless of whether you don't approach several dollars of sparkly Italian equipment.

  Coffee Roast

 Customarily broiled to an extremely dim completion, coffee has an a lot more grounded, more strong flavor than dribble espresso, which would one say one is of the things you love about it, correct? Every one of those delicious espresso solubles are simpler to extricate from dim cooked beans than their less toasty partners.

 This is on the grounds that more extended cooking brings about progressively permeable espresso beans, expanding accessible flavor exacerbates that can be separated all the more rapidly once the beans are ground.

  Coffee Grind

 When it's been simmered, coffee espresso is ground into an exceptionally fine powder. The fine espresso granulate eases back water infiltration, which builds the compel important to push the water through the channel and make a decent shot of coffee. On the off chance that the pound is excessively fine, nonetheless, it can hinder the espresso channel and ruin your espresso, also your whole day.

 On the off chance that you crush espresso beans at home (What do you mean, you don't? Do we have to come over yonder?), you can get a better, increasingly exact crush with a burr espresso processor.

 It's in fact conceivable to hand-granulate your beans to the superfine consistency required for coffee, however it'll take you a long time and require a ton of stamina, and the outcomes won't be so unsurprising likewise with a programmed espresso processor, however you may wind up with some quite buff biceps.

  Coffee Pressure

 Coffee machines work by compelling very heated water through finely ground espresso at huge weight—in a perfect world, multiple times air weight, or nine bars. That is around 130 pounds of weight for every square inch, or generally double the weight in your normal truck tire.

 Simple humans can't produce that sort of power by hand without particular hardware, however you can imitate the pressurization procedure to make coffee style espresso.

 3 Ways to Make Espresso without an Espresso Machine

 Since you have those excellent beans ground down to a fine powder, it's an ideal opportunity to give them something to do and get yourself appropriately juiced.

 The most effective method to Make Espresso with an AeroPress

 We're gigantic enthusiasts of the AeroPress. It's ideal for making a twofold shot of coffee. For a solitary shot, simply cut the measures of water and espresso into equal parts.

 Also See: Best coffee makers for home.

You'll require:

AeroPress

Naturally cooked espresso beans

Burr espresso processor

Scale for espresso estimating (or a tablespoon)

Electric gooseneck pot or stovetop pot

When you have your hardware and your beans, it's an ideal opportunity to make coffee!

Warmth 1 cup of water (8 oz or 234 ml) to 185°F (85°C). The perfect espresso blending temperature is 205°F (96°C), barely short of bubbling. Be that as it may, with an AeroPress, you can explore different avenues regarding water temperatures anyplace somewhere in the range of 185°F and 205°F (85°C and 96°C) until you locate your optimal temperature.

 Crush your beans to a fine consistency until you have 2 tablespoons (1 oz or 28.3 grams).

 Put a channel in the AeroPress channel top and wash it with heated water.

 Put the channel top on the AeroPress and spot it straightforwardly onto your espresso cup or tumbler. Ensure you pick a solid cup since you'll be putting pressure on it.

  Move your ground espresso to the AeroPress.

 Pack down the grounds, ensuring the "puck" of espresso is pleasant and tight. You can utilize a coffee pack to deal with this task, or utilize any tube shaped thing with a level base that will fit into the your AeroPress.

 Measure out ½ cup (4 fl oz or 120 ml) of the warmed water. Empty the water into the AeroPress and give it a brisk mix.

 Hold up 30 seconds in the wake of mixing, at that point dive with simply the heaviness of your hand. You'll likely feel solid opposition, however continue pushing consistently. When the plunger is completely discouraged, expel the press from your cup.

  Move your crisply fermented coffee to your preferred cup, and appreciate!

 At the point when it's a great opportunity to tidy up, basically expel the channel top from your AeroPress, hold it over your refuse can or composter, and push down the plunger to fly out the grounds. Wash everything with heated water, and you're prepared to make another cup.

 In case you're a devotee of espresso that is brisk and simple, yet at the same time tastes incredible, there's actually no explanation not to claim an AeroPress. It's an advantageous and integral asset to have in your espresso weapons store and entirely lenient in case you're figuring out how to make coffee or even simply stretching out from dribble espresso.

  The most effective method to Make Espresso with a Moka Pot

 A most loved in Europe and Latin America, and with espresso fans far and wide, the Moka pot probably won't be a coffee producer, yet it is a wonder of Italian building. It includes water pressure, through steam, to the blend, reenacting that particular coffee taste and feel.

 In case you're thinking about how to make coffee—or possibly the following best thing—like the espresso glitterati, a Moka pot is your answer.

 You'll require:

 Moka pot

Crisply broiled espresso beans

Burr espresso processor

Scale for espresso estimating (or a tablespoon)

Electric gooseneck pot or stovetop pot

A little spoon for mixing

 When you've gathered your apparatus and beans, it's a great opportunity to join group Moka.

 Measure and granulate 4 to 4½ teaspoons (.71-.78 oz. or on the other hand 20-22 grams) of espresso. Similarly as with the AeroPress technique, you'll need to crush your espresso to a fine, caster sugar surface.

 Add enough water to the base of your Moka pot to arrive at the fill line. Try not to stuff the supply, as this can waterlog your espresso and contrarily influence the flavor.

 Add the ground espresso to the channel bushel of the Moka pot.

  Connect the Moka pot's gushed top.

 Spot the gathered Moka pot on stovetop burner over medium warmth. The water in the lower chamber will bubble as it warms, and the weight will push a flood of espresso through the channel and into the upper chamber.

  Tune in for a murmuring sound.

 Search for the hazel dark colored froth that shows up only seconds before the espresso is totally done. At the point when the highest point of the Moka pot is loaded with espresso, expel it from the burner.

 Give the espresso in the upper chamber a speedy mix with the little spoon, and serve.

 Acing the Moka pot is as a lot of a craftsmanship as it is science—not actually an astonishment, given that the energetic little percolator hails from the place that is known for Da Vinci — and you'll most likely need to blend a couple of pots to get your espresso without flaw.

 That is a large portion of the fun, however, and once you've gotten the procedure down, you'll have a tasteful, and exemplary, approach to appreciate the coffee involvement with home.

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God fucking DAMMIT the needle fell off the plunger during my injection tonight and there’s a shit ton of T still in the plunger that I now can’t use since it isn’t sanitary anymore… like the needle came loose when I was pushing down I’m so fucking mad rn for not double checking it was tight and now I missed a dose!!!!!

Plus the plunger is like.. crooked and I’m wondering if that’s part of it but ANYWAY I’M SO!!!!!!! PISSED

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41 of the funniest quotes and one-liners from The Good Place about life and death – iNews

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“Pobody’s nerfect!”

Tuesday, 8th October 2019, 16:06 pm

Updated Tuesday, 8th October 2019, 16:07 pm

(Photo: NBC)

The Good Place is one of the most intelligent sitcoms of recent years, and now the long-awaited fourth season has finally made its way to Netflix.

The fantasy-comedy (about a woman who mistakenly winds up in a heavenly afterlife designed for only the most morally sound people on Earth) has consistently delivered imaginative scenarios, witty writing and laugh-out-loud humour since its 2016 debut.

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We thought it would be a forking good time to celebrate some of the show’s best quotes on life and death.

Jason

“The point is, you’re cool, dope, fresh, and smart-brained. I’ve never seen you dance, but I bet you’re good, cause you’re good at everything. You’re awesome! Be nicer to yourself.”

“I can’t believe Michael betrayed us again, why is it always the ones you most expect?”

“When I say I’m meditating, I’m just trying to figure out what the fork is happening.”

“Everyone here thinks I’m Taiwanese. I’m Filipino. That’s racist. Heaven is so racist.”

“You know, it doesn’t matter if you know things. All that matters is what’s in your heart.”

“I’m ranking my favourite Fast and the Furious movies. You said you wanted to know who I am, and this is the best way to get to know me.”

“I wasn’t a failed DJ. I was pre-successful.”

“I’m too young to die and too old to eat off the kids’ menu. What a stupid age I am.”

(Photo: NBC)

Janet

“In case you were wondering, I am, by definition, the best version of myself.”

“It turns out the best Janet was the Janet that was inside Janet all along.”

Tahani

“I would say I outdid myself, but I’m always this good. So I simply did myself.”

“You know, sometimes a flaw can make something even more beautiful. Like with Cindy Crawford and how short she is.”

“I’m going to tell you the same thing that I told Mark Zuckerberg right before he ousted Eduardo Saverin. You are smart, you are capable, and the time has come to hit ‘unfriend’. I also told Mark to lose the ‘the’. Just ‘Facebook.’ That was me.”

“I’m not used to dressing like a plumberess. Is that what you call a female plumber or is a toilet sweep or, or clog wench?”

(Photo: NBC)

“She may be some demonic torturer from the netherworld, but does she have taste? Sophistication? An encyclopedic knowledge of traditional and avant-garde Belgian floral design?”

“We don’t make any sense together, and yet, when I’m with you, I can really let my hair down, metaphorically speaking of course, because I’d never have it up in the first place. I’m not a factory worker.”

“No one can ever truly turn over a new leaf. Sure, Ben Affleck told me he’d matured as an artist after he directed Argo, but then, right on schedule, it was, ‘Guess what, Tahani, I’m gonna be Batman.'”

Chidi

“Principles aren’t principles when you pick and choose when you’re gonna follow them.”

“I argue that we choose to be good because of our bonds with other people and our innate desire to treat them with dignity. Simply put, we are not in this alone.”

“If this isn’t a test, then it’s something way worse: A choice! That we have to make!”

(Photo: NBC)

“You know the sound a fork makes in the garbage disposal? That’s the sound my brain makes. All the time. It’s just the constant grinding about things that I’m afraid of or things that I want or want to want, or want to want to want.”

Michael

“It’s a rare occurrence, like a double rainbow. Or like someone on the internet saying, ‘You know what? You’ve convinced me I was wrong’.”

“Any place or thing in the universe can be up to 104% perfect. That’s how you got Beyoncé.”

“Lies are always more convincing when they’re closer to the truth.”

“Now we’re going to do the most human thing of all: attempt something futile with a ton of unearned confidence and fail spectacularly!”

“Searching for meaning is philosophical suicide. How does anyone do anything when you understand the fleeting nature of existence?”

(Photo: NBC)

“You humans take something wonderful and ruin it just a little bit so you can have more.”

“I’ve been working on my Western Hemisphere brunch banter. Tell me what you think. ‘That New Yorker article was crazy. You haven’t seen Hamilton? Hey, did you hear about Stephanie?'”

“I studied the human concept of friends. I even watched all ten seasons of the show Friends. Boy, those friends really were ‘friends’, weren’t they? Although – and I realise this is the kind of observation that would only occur to the mind of an eternal being. How did they afford that apartment? A waitress and a chef with those Manhattan real estate prices.”

“Hello, everyone. Good to see you all here, mingling around with your various secrets. Who really knows which of you are who you say you are? No way to know unless I pull your skeletons out, right?”

“In the words of one of my actual friends: ‘Ya basic’. It’s a human insult. It’s devastating. You’re devastated right now.”

(Photo: NBC)

Eleanor

“I’ve only ever said ‘I love you’ to two men my entire life, Stone Cold Steve Austin and a guy in a dark club who I mistook for Stone Cold Steve Austin.”

“You wrote 4,000 pages on one of the most complicated subjects in the world. I mean I used to get bored halfway through writing a text message. Be proud.”

“I might not have been a saint, but it’s not like I killed anybody. I wasn’t an arsonist. I never found a wallet outside of an IHOP and thought about returning it but saw the owner lived out of state so just took the cash and dropped the wallet back on the ground.”

“When I told a boyfriend something was ‘no big deal,’ it meant anything from ‘I just bought weed from your nephew,’ to ‘I secretly befriended your ex-girlfriend last year, things got out of hand, and now I’m her bridesmaid.'”

“Kant would say that lying in any scenario is wrong. On the other hand, snitches do get stitches.”

“Ugh, I hate jazz. Every jazz song is like 40 minutes long. It’s like, we get it. You can blow on a trumpet. Wrap it up, Elton John.”

“Why do bad things always happen to mediocre people who are lying about their identities?”

“If you try and ignore your sadness, it just ends up leaking out of you anyway. I’ve been there. And everybody’s been there. So don’t fight it. In the words of a very wise Bed, Bath, and Beyond employee I once knew, ‘Go ahead and cry all you want. But you’re going to have to pay for that toilet plunger.'”

“Whenever I would do something crappy on Earth, there would be a little tiny voice in the back of my head that would say, ‘Eleanor, don’t grab that handful of olives from the salad bar. You know, you didn’t pay for that,’ or ‘Eleanor, don’t spit those olive pits onto the floor of the grocery store. That’s not cool.’ Or ‘Eleanor, that old man just slipped on your olive pit, and he fell down. Don’t use the fact that everyone’s distracted to go back and steal more olives.'”

“Pobody’s nerfect.”

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August 2, 2018: 2:58 pm:

August 2, 2018: 2:49 PM:<br><br>There is no sign of life in my yard, on the r... StoneMan .Warrior - 2018-08-02T17:58:31-0400 - Updated: 2018-08-02T17:58:31-0400

August 2, 2018: 2:49 PM: There is no sign of life in my yard, on the road I live on, or in the nearby woods. No birds. No deer. No people. Nada. I saw only one moth fluttering across the driveway ... and it's day time. I heard an air-car. The sound of the exhaust and tires on the road sounds the wind on a blustery day, hence the term "air-car". I feel my daughter here. But she is not here. I miss my family. I heard a jet airplane way up, 40,000 feet. There was a helicopter, out of sight and South. The helicopter came towards my direction, then turned west. About 4,000 feet altitude I guess. I did not see it. There was no mail in the mail box. It's quiet in socio-terrific dystopia. And my daughter is nearby... somewhere between the rays of the sun, and the leaves on the trees... she is here. Thank you.

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August 2, 2018: 3:29 PM: In Petaluma California, headquarters of the armwrestling Championship Federation, there is a company called Mesa Engineering. Recent terrorist communications associated with SAG, and Arnold Shwarzenegger, from Keeley electronics, have instructed Mesa to discontinue activities and resume cover operations. The contact is Clint Eastwood, and includes more information. The indication is to lie, or don't tell the truth... if caught, then lie, and win. Truth and lose.

StoneMan .Warrior - 2018-08-02T20:11:02-0400

August 2, 2018: 4:06 PM: Les Schwab is a tire retailer in the Pacific North West of the USA. They sell tires. All kinds of tires. Everything for a wheelbarrow to a Cessna, to a combine, to family sedan can be fitted with tires at Les Schwab. Not just tires though, a wide selection of tires can be had at Les Schwab for your wheelbarrow. They have choices, options, tread considerations for every kind of road surface, in any weather, can be had at Les Schwab. Don't get Les Schwab confused with Les Paul, Lester Holt, or Lester from Superman. Les Schwab is an anomaly in the tire retail business, they rank with Bandag Retreads in their oddity factor. Les Schwab, historically, has no manufacturing facility, they sell tires made by over-seas manufacturers per the specifications of the Les Schwab command chain. Les Schwab is a very large terrorist presence in the Pacific North West of the USA. They are specialized. The cell member employees at Les Schwab know everything there is to know about tires. Everything. Not just about fit and application considerations, but other, more sinister knowledge that defies the realm of tire retail sales needs. At Les Schwab, they have knowledge, and recommendations for the way a tire, a pair of tires, a set of tires will sound... on any given road surface, in any weather, with a variety of different air pressure settings, and, considerations for the weight of the vehicle, or contraption, also plays a roll, and they know it, and take that into consideration for those who wish to purchase tires at Les Schwab.. If you need a tire, mounted on a three/quarter ton pick-up truck to sound like a heard of wildebeest charging across glass bottles, the sales representative will ask how much weight is in the bed, and is there a shell on the truck? After those questions are specified, a set of tires will be mounted on the truck, with instructions to maintain air-pressure within the tires to a particular setting. Changing the air-pressure will change the pitch of the sound generated. The sales representative will need to know the kind of road surface for the desired affect and will offer options and instructions to achieve variations of said desire such that the terrorist customer who wants scary sounding noises resultant of driving their vehicle will have a range of scary noises to work with given road surface, weather, and pressure options. The ideas above can be expanded on, there are far more possibilities than mentioned. Les Schwab also offers custom tire "Siping" (translation=sniper sniping). "Siped tires are customized with the use of a hot-blade designed to cut into the tread and scoop part of the tread away to give the terrorist customer a signature sound that only belongs to that particular terrorist Les Schwab fake customer. At Les Schwab, if an American person brings in a vehicle for brake service, then, the service technician/soldiers work in double team capacity on the vehicle and the customer. The hood is opened up on complaints of brakes not working as well as they should. The technician/soldiers have a hypodermic needle plunger, no needle. The plunger is filled with brake fluid, the brake fluid is quickly sqirted around the master cylinder under the hood just at the instant that the soldier/technician can get his arm in there to do it. This happens while the customer American Victim is being distracted by the other soldier/technician. The customer American victim is shown the fluid that was squirted around the master cylinder and is told that there is a leak in the cylinder. A recommendation to bring the vehicle to the Brake Repair shop, located separately or other wise remotely from the main tire mounting areas, for further inspection and suggested remedies. The situation above, with the brakes happens every day, at all the locations that Les Schwab has. Les Schwab offers a "Life-Time" warrenty on a complete brake replacement if the customer purchases everything from pads to rotors to cylinders all the way around the vehicle and any other specialized brake equipment necessary per vehicle. It's Bullshit. The Life-Time Brake Warrenty at Les Schwab is the equivalent of the proverbial, and actual, bus that I refer to on this page... "Don't get on the bus, never get on the bus"... the brake job is a contraption that kills American Victims right thee in the repair shop. They have lots of repair shop contraptions to choose from. Name your poison, they have it. At Les Scwab, they serve only the needs of the terrorist soldiers who live in the areas where Les Schwab stores are found. Anyone who is not associated with the Seventh Day Adventist Screen Actor Guild terrorists from Quebec will be killed, crushed, bashed, filled with air, rotated, pistonized, compressed or other wise rendered unrecognizable as a human being. "FUBAR" is the technical term for such a condition. Les Schwab is one of many oddball kind of retailers of various products and services that Americans use. Agents would be well advised to understand what I explained here. Then, apply that knowledge to every kind of product, industry, service, or other kind of way that American Victims can be taken simply by virtue of wanting, or needing a product or service. Les Schwab is responsible for killing more Americans than all of the people who died in automobile accident in the USA since Les Schwab has been in existance... not an exaggeration. This is real terrorism, not the kind you see on television. At Les Schwab Tire Center, they have a refridgerator filled with meat inside of every store. If the customer buys a set of tires, they get free meat, they advertise that free meat is available at Les Schwab. What they don't advertise is that the meat in the refridgerator in the lobby is filled with human meat, made from the customer who purchased a Life-Time Warrenty Brake job from Les Schwab. Next to the refrigerator, in every store, there is a pop-corn machine that offers free pop-corn for those who wish to have some. It's provided by the Screen Actors Guild for consumption by Federal Agents when they receive complaints about the service at Les Schwab. Jujubees?

StoneMan .Warrior - 2018-08-02T20:29:28-0400

August 2, 2018: 5:26 PM: Sandy and Jeffrey Monroe, Screen Actor Guild Seventh Day Adventist terrorist cell at 434 are STILL HERE! Why! No help has come, and Sandy appears to be waiting for a bus in her back yard. Purse in tow.

StoneMan .Warrior - 2018-08-02T21:20:18-0400

August 2, 2018: 5:53 PM: AGENTS! Listen, read, understand, compute, inspect, look, pay-the-the-fuck-attention! First. Stop watching television. Stop. End. Discontinue. Halt. Terminate the use of the fucking television. There is nothing on television that will help the people of the USA. Nothing. The television programming, and movies, and news reports are POISON. The stuff on television is put there for you. It's a weapon. It's deadly. Turn the television off, take it into the backyard, and put two bullets into the back of it's head. I'm serious. Kill the fucking television, it will empower you. Enlighten you. It will make you feel superior because you are superior. Kill it. Put Anderson Cooper, Lester Holt, Wolf Blitzer, Meagan Kelly, Maria Bartiroma, Sean Hannity, Laura Ingraham, etcetera and so on, and so on, and so on... put them on the screen, then... piss all over the screen, after that, Two to the back of the head. These people, all of them, and more, are killing YOUR FAMILY. You don't need any more autographs. Stop collecting autographs. Now, after that, or before... read again what I wrote about Les Schwab Tire Center... then, apply that knowledge to the Three Rivers School District. The same things, and far worse, happen at all of the Three Rivers School District Schools. These schools are located in Josephine County Oregon. Go to any of the school, pick one and go there... and do your job. After that, go to the next school on your school list.. or you could just FOLLOW the BUS that the CHILDREN are on... just like the Screen Actor Guild Terrorist bastards do. The same ones that you have a collection of autographs from are doing this with the help of terrorist henchmen everyday. SAG=GAS=DEAD CHILDREN. Do you copy? Betsy DeVose is your next stop on this BUS RIDE. Betsy DeVose. When you find the American children prisoner sex slaves, then, ask those children how to treat Betsy DeVose and carry out their requests. Do that now.

StoneMan .Warrior - 2018-08-02T22:00:14-0400 - Updated: 2018-08-02T22:47:02-0400

August 2, 2018: 6:37 PM: The instructions above are serious. Follow them. Now, with the TV dead, think about music. The music and the people who make music, especially the music from 1964 and onward until now. Some considerations of the music is necessary. First, there is the music itself. I love it, you love it, we love it. There is also music we don't like, and that is necessary to consider also. In order to understand and be productive and be able to do the job of anti-terrorist agents, you MUST separate the music from the people who created it. If you don't find a way to continue to love the music while making arrests at the highest levels of Music Industry, it will make you crazy. It's difficult. Love the music, arrest the people who made the music under the Patriot Act for TREASON. The Music, almost all of from 1964 onward, are commands for an army of soldiers to carry out. The commands are in the lyrics. So, listen to the music, print out the lyrics and read them. Make sure you have a copy of the original lyrics and not a representation of the lyrics that has been "Mandella Affected". (The mandella Affect is an order from on-high to change history, remove all traces of old newspaper articles, and copies of particularly expository news and other printed or digital references to truthful historical data. Soldiers carry out the orders by physically going to libraries and newspaper printing facilities to find and destroy truthful accounts of history that exposes the terrorist activity that I report on this page, and so much more.) The music is, and has been orders from the top of the command chain. Ronnie James Dio, Richie Blackmore, Ronnie Montrose, Eddy an Alex Van Halen are good places to start referencing this knowledge, then build on. This is fact. This is real terrorism, not the kind you see on television. So, don't go crazy or loose your mind over the idea that the music you love is part of the American Extermination, instead, love the music, use that power of love of music to decipher it. It was the notion by the top of the terrorist command that music has the power to drive soldiers and keep them driven, while also giving them the instructions and orders over a musical vehicle necessary to move forward toward their goals... power to advance. Use the same power inherent in the music that drove them this far, use it to stop them. Arrest those involved under the Patriot Act for treason. Kill the television. Use the music. Bill Gates of MicroSoft is part of what I referring to here. Mr. Gates and Eddie Van Halen are better friends than anyone would beleive and have been friends for a long, long, long time. Look for a particular quirk associated with Mr. Gates. He may have overcome the quirk, or anomaly, but perhaps not entirely. The quirk is the word "The". "The" precedes every other word if you are Bill Gates, and you are 15 years old and afterwords. Afterwords. Look for the "afterwords" of Bill Gates. OK?" With regard to the notion of "The" followed by "afterwords", consider the lyrics for the song "The Last in Line" by Ronnie James Dio. The lyrical line "we're the throw before the toss". The throw is the set-up, the toss is what follows the set-up, or what occurs next, the set-up, then then the advance. These are advanced anti-terrorist notions. You can figure it out. With Mr. Gates, the word "The" followed by the afterwords, are a similar idea to the lyric mentioned. Mr. Gates and his followers, mat explain that the word "The" is the same as the word "God" and can be used interchangeably. "The" = Theo = Lion = King = Ruler = God ... "The" is the throw, what ever is said next, "afterwords" are the toss. The toss is the advance and the bloody part of an attack. The song I mentioned explains some of this kind of an idea. The song is an order from on-high. The order is to remain in the back of a line, wherever lines are found... people lined up to get into the concert. The order is to attack the concert goers who are not soldiers. The soldiers have swords for this activity. This command was carried out at every Dio concert that soldiers were ordered to attack this way.  It's going to be tough to grasp this. You will more likely say I am crazy for saying this, I say fuck you, do your job based on the information provided and stop eating pop-corn. Ray-the-on. Colorado. God Ray. One of the Three Kings under control of terrorist armies of the Screen Actors Guild. Get some good internet virus protection and anti-spying software. Don't use Kaspersky. Mr. Gates has a fleet of limousines. When he travels by car, he brings the fleet, and his security detail and staff, and guests ride in the fleet of limousines. The License Plate numbers of the limousines are "an abbreviation for MicroSoft followed by a number. I have forgotten the abbreviation. MCRSFT 1; MCRSFT 2; MCRSFT 3; MCRSFT 4; MCRSFT 5... etcetera and so on. I am not sure if that abbreviation is correct. Mr. Gates rides in "MCRSFT 6". His guests and security and staff ride in the other limousines.

StoneMan .Warrior - 2018-08-03T01:39:30-0400 - Updated: 2018-08-03T02:00:19-0400

August 2, 2018: 10:19 PM: Today has been aggravating. There is no help. I ask for help to all of the correct places and none comes. These are requests to help stop a coup. National Security threats and the lives of millions of people are being affected, people being slaughtered and held captive. The ones who do this are the same people who are on the television screen when the tv is turned on. They are the ones who are starring in the movies that everyone has on DVD somewhere. They are the ones who are the singers and guitar players and drummers of the music bands we have on disc and on vinyl. They are the ones we pay to entertain us, and the use that money to kill us. It's aggravating and that is a mild way to say it. Today, I had some things that were good happen... the good things that happen  are seemingly so small, but in reality, for survival, these small things are huge, but light and easy to accept. My daughter was here somehow in the space between things. Hovering and fluttering about in an indescribable way. It was good. I saw a small bird, the same little Robin that I saw yesterday and landed on the ground beside me. Today, the little Robin leaped out of a tree in front of me, found a bug in the leaves on the ground and quickly turned and went back to it's perch in the tree. Somehow that bird is my son telling me to be careful and stay alert... there was something about the timing of the bird getting the bug, I would have guessed the bird would have waited until i walked passed, but it did not wait, the bird got bug despite me walking towards were the bug was at. No hesitation on the part of that Robin. There was a deer near my door, the usual one that comes to the door for tortillas. So, a tortilla for the deer at my door was granted. That deer comes from the backyard to get tortillas often, sometimes she brings her friend, but not lately. The deer that likes tortillas was looking skinny, she did not look happy. So, those are some things that are still good. I like to think that my children have taken up residency in the forest animals, and sometimes... in the sun and the moon. I don't think I will be writing about the good things any more for awhile, the terrorists find out that something is good, then they kill it.

[wendyimmiller]

Tweed Jackets: The Answer to Horticulture’s Waning Reputation? by Scott Beuerlein

The Problem of Looking Stupid

Here’s how to look stupid: start digging a hole. Einstein, himself, would look like an idiot while digging a hole. All through

Shovel, soil, sweat, is digging a hole as mindless as it looks?

history, people have needed holes, and no one has ever looked smart digging one. And no one has ever stood near a digging person, eagerly observing and taking notes, in order to better themselves. Unfortunately for horticulturists, we dig holes, often in full view of people dwelling in their homes or driving in their cars, and, lo and behold, the average American thinks we’re dumb. As such, many of them feel superior to us, awkward in our presence, and, determined to keep their children from entering the vocation. To this end, they also make damned sure to surround their homes with the blandest landscape they can afford. Nope. Nothing to be inspired about here. Suzie. Put down that flower and learn to type code. That there is a real career.

Ironically enough, the reason that WE horticulturists are thought to be stupid is because of EVERYONE ELSE’S ignorance. Sure, they see us digging holes, looking dumb, but do they know we have anywhere from a 2-year degree to a doctorate? Do they know that we need to stay current with our certifications? Have they thought it through enough to know that to be good at this crazy passion one must have a solid grasp of both science and art? Of course they haven’t. They just see us lifting dirt out of the ground, and, if they’re paying for it, dollars flying like monarchs out of their wallets as it happens.

Maybe We’re Not As Dumb As We Look

Meanwhile, it must be said that digging a hole isn’t mindless—not for someone with smarts and training. A good horticulturist is making all kinds of observations throughout the process, things that all add up to a successful planting. Even before starting, the horticulturist has probably gotten a soil test from a lab and evaluated the results. They’ve probably performed a perc test to determine drainage. This and a lot of experience informs, among other things, appropriate plant selection, which is an art and science all by itself. While digging, a hole a horticulturist is making note of the soil profile, its texture, and roots from valuable nearby plants. They are looking for signs of pests and diseases and evidence of problem weeds. All this and much more bounces around the bright, inquisitive, and invariably ADDHD minds of good horticulturists as they are doing something that casual observers might assume is bone crushingly mind-numbing.

Thee Competition and The Consequences

Let’s take a step back. Sad reality: most people digging holes to make gardens these days are not trained horticulturists and are remarkably free of any thought beyond repeatedly wondering where their next 12-pack is coming from. Their qualifications? Their parole officer is friends with the owner of a landscape company. Why? Because a good horticulturist is hard to find. Why else? Because people don’t want to pay any more than alcoholic, ex-convict wages for a good horticulturist. As might be expected, this is lowering the bar on the work.

Uninspired and Underwhelming? A multi-million dollar home, a two hundred dollar landscape.

This situation is having a terrible impact on the state of our yards, businesses, and communities. Look at what serves as horticulture out there around us–dismal designs, poor plant choices from a the same old/same old limited palette, inexcusably unnecessary chemical applications, invasive plants, topped trees, plants planted too deep, and mulch piled too high.

This last one, to say the least, is ubiquitously chronic. And here’s a telling truth about that. No vocational school, no university, no accredited professional associations, no extension service, no horticultural magazine, or book, or reference of any sort has EVER recommended mulching trees to the point where they look like toilet plungers. Not one of them even one time! In fact, all of them have assailed the practice. And what does this mean? It means that any company doing this work—and there are tons of them—has NEVER been to school, has NEVER belonged to a professional association, has NEVER taken advantage of expertise from extension offices, and has NEVER so much as read a book or magazine or even a credible online blog. And this is how the dumbest, most basic job any green industry company can do—mulching trees—gets screwed up in every community, every day, all across the nation.

The most basic job a person can do, mulching, done wrong over and over and over. Making this scene especially ironic is that these trees are ash that the community paid to save with expensive EAB treatments. At the same time, they also paid for the toilet plunger mulch job which will ultimately kill them.

Digging Our Way Out

If we’re looking for someone else to fix this, which of course is everyone’s dream, we’re not going to find them. This is horticulture’s problem. The typical American neither has the time nor the interest to learn the difference between the wheat and chaff in our industry, and, dammit, we’re not helping them any. As a rule, we drive the same beat up trucks as the riffraff, and we use the same tools. That much we can’t much control. Yet, how often do we explain our certifications and credentials? Who takes the time to really excite our customers with our work by teaching them about the plants and the reasons for the design? Because of this, we are losing business to people who know nothing about our craft, our customers assume we’re all dumb, nary a kid in American wants any part of our vocation, and horticulture programs at universities are closing.

Transformational horticulture-The High Line. Drawing millions of visitors a year and inspiring neighbors to do better.

Tweed Jackets and A Little Perspective

We can change this situation. Our arguments are rock solid if we just make them and play the game. So understand the crisis and care enough to actually market our life’s pursuit, and its remarkable history, and the transformational environmental, social, and economic benefits more and better horticulture provides, And here’s an idea–a good first step almost any horticulturist can start doing right away. Go to a thrift store and buy a tweed jacket and maybe a cap. Then learn how to fake an English accent. Suddenly, you’re not just another dumb American horticulturist, you’re an English Gardener. Boom, your stock just went up. Instant street cred! And you can double your prices. Yes, you’ll still look pretty dumb digging a hole, but, hey, every profession has its moment of looking stupid. How intelligent does a proctologist, a highly trained and respected physician, look while examining his 15th butthole of the day…just before lunch? And how smart does a lawyer look on cable news, having been exposed paying a porn star money borrowed against his house to protect a politician? And, for that matter, how brilliant does that politician look, sitting on the can, misspelling yet another impulsive tweet? Fact is, they really don’t look any smarter than we do digging a hole. And when these people finish their day, have they made a garden?

The consequences of dumb plant choices, lost time and money.

Tweed Jackets: The Answer to Horticulture’s Waning Reputation? originally appeared on Garden Rant on April 18, 2018.

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[athertonjc]

Tweed Jackets: The Answer to Horticulture’s Waning Reputation? by Scott Beuerlein

The Problem of Looking Stupid

Here’s how to look stupid: start digging a hole. Einstein, himself, would look like an idiot while digging a hole. All through

Shovel, soil, sweat, is digging a hole as mindless as it looks?

history, people have needed holes, and no one has ever looked smart digging one. And no one has ever stood near a digging person, eagerly observing and taking notes, in order to better themselves. Unfortunately for horticulturists, we dig holes, often in full view of people dwelling in their homes or driving in their cars, and, lo and behold, the average American thinks we’re dumb. As such, many of them feel superior to us, awkward in our presence, and, determined to keep their children from entering the vocation. To this end, they also make damned sure to surround their homes with the blandest landscape they can afford. Nope. Nothing to be inspired about here. Suzie. Put down that flower and learn to type code. That there is a real career.

Ironically enough, the reason that WE horticulturists are thought to be stupid is because of EVERYONE ELSE’S ignorance. Sure, they see us digging holes, looking dumb, but do they know we have anywhere from a 2-year degree to a doctorate? Do they know that we need to stay current with our certifications? Have they thought it through enough to know that to be good at this crazy passion one must have a solid grasp of both science and art? Of course they haven’t. They just see us lifting dirt out of the ground, and, if they’re paying for it, dollars flying like monarchs out of their wallets as it happens.

Maybe We’re Not As Dumb As We Look

Meanwhile, it must be said that digging a hole isn’t mindless—not for someone with smarts and training. A good horticulturist is making all kinds of observations throughout the process, things that all add up to a successful planting. Even before starting, the horticulturist has probably gotten a soil test from a lab and evaluated the results. They’ve probably performed a perc test to determine drainage. This and a lot of experience informs, among other things, appropriate plant selection, which is an art and science all by itself. While digging, a hole a horticulturist is making note of the soil profile, its texture, and roots from valuable nearby plants. They are looking for signs of pests and diseases and evidence of problem weeds. All this and much more bounces around the bright, inquisitive, and invariably ADDHD minds of good horticulturists as they are doing something that casual observers might assume is bone crushingly mind-numbing.

Thee Competition and The Consequences

Let’s take a step back. Sad reality: most people digging holes to make gardens these days are not trained horticulturists and are remarkably free of any thought beyond repeatedly wondering where their next 12-pack is coming from. Their qualifications? Their parole officer is friends with the owner of a landscape company. Why? Because a good horticulturist is hard to find. Why else? Because people don’t want to pay any more than alcoholic, ex-convict wages for a good horticulturist. As might be expected, this is lowering the bar on the work.

Uninspired and Underwhelming? A multi-million dollar home, a two hundred dollar landscape.

This situation is having a terrible impact on the state of our yards, businesses, and communities. Look at what serves as horticulture out there around us–dismal designs, poor plant choices from a the same old/same old limited palette, inexcusably unnecessary chemical applications, invasive plants, topped trees, plants planted too deep, and mulch piled too high.

This last one, to say the least, is ubiquitously chronic. And here’s a telling truth about that. No vocational school, no university, no accredited professional associations, no extension service, no horticultural magazine, or book, or reference of any sort has EVER recommended mulching trees to the point where they look like toilet plungers. Not one of them even one time! In fact, all of them have assailed the practice. And what does this mean? It means that any company doing this work—and there are tons of them—has NEVER been to school, has NEVER belonged to a professional association, has NEVER taken advantage of expertise from extension offices, and has NEVER so much as read a book or magazine or even a credible online blog. And this is how the dumbest, most basic job any green industry company can do—mulching trees—gets screwed up in every community, every day, all across the nation.

The most basic job a person can do, mulching, done wrong over and over and over. Making this scene especially ironic is that these trees are ash that the community paid to save with expensive EAB treatments. At the same time, they also paid for the toilet plunger mulch job which will ultimately kill them.

Digging Our Way Out

If we’re looking for someone else to fix this, which of course is everyone’s dream, we’re not going to find them. This is horticulture’s problem. The typical American neither has the time nor the interest to learn the difference between the wheat and chaff in our industry, and, dammit, we’re not helping them any. As a rule, we drive the same beat up trucks as the riffraff, and we use the same tools. That much we can’t much control. Yet, how often do we explain our certifications and credentials? Who takes the time to really excite our customers with our work by teaching them about the plants and the reasons for the design? Because of this, we are losing business to people who know nothing about our craft, our customers assume we’re all dumb, nary a kid in American wants any part of our vocation, and horticulture programs at universities are closing.

Transformational horticulture-The High Line. Drawing millions of visitors a year and inspiring neighbors to do better.

Tweed Jackets and A Little Perspective

We can change this situation. Our arguments are rock solid if we just make them and play the game. So understand the crisis and care enough to actually market our life’s pursuit, and its remarkable history, and the transformational environmental, social, and economic benefits more and better horticulture provides, And here’s an idea–a good first step almost any horticulturist can start doing right away. Go to a thrift store and buy a tweed jacket and maybe a cap. Then learn how to fake an English accent. Suddenly, you’re not just another dumb American horticulturist, you’re an English Gardener. Boom, your stock just went up. Instant street cred! And you can double your prices. Yes, you’ll still look pretty dumb digging a hole, but, hey, every profession has its moment of looking stupid. How intelligent does a proctologist, a highly trained and respected physician, look while examining his 15th butthole of the day…just before lunch? And how smart does a lawyer look on cable news, having been exposed paying a porn star money borrowed against his house to protect a politician? And, for that matter, how brilliant does that politician look, sitting on the can, misspelling yet another impulsive tweet? Fact is, they really don’t look any smarter than we do digging a hole. And when these people finish their day, have they made a garden?

The consequences of dumb plant choices, lost time and money.

Tweed Jackets: The Answer to Horticulture’s Waning Reputation? originally appeared on Garden Rant on April 18, 2018.

from Garden Rant http://gardenrant.com/2018/04/tweed-jackets-the-answer-to-horticultures-waning-reputation.html

[turfandlawncare]

Tweed Jackets: The Answer to Horticulture’s Waning Reputation? by Scott Beuerlein

The Problem of Looking Stupid

Here’s how to look stupid: start digging a hole. Einstein, himself, would look like an idiot while digging a hole. All through

Shovel, soil, sweat, is digging a hole as mindless as it looks?

history, people have needed holes, and no one has ever looked smart digging one. And no one has ever stood near a digging person, eagerly observing and taking notes, in order to better themselves. Unfortunately for horticulturists, we dig holes, often in full view of people dwelling in their homes or driving in their cars, and, lo and behold, the average American thinks we’re dumb. As such, many of them feel superior to us, awkward in our presence, and, determined to keep their children from entering the vocation. To this end, they also make damned sure to surround their homes with the blandest landscape they can afford. Nope. Nothing to be inspired about here. Suzie. Put down that flower and learn to type code. That there is a real career.

Ironically enough, the reason that WE horticulturists are thought to be stupid is because of EVERYONE ELSE’S ignorance. Sure, they see us digging holes, looking dumb, but do they know we have anywhere from a 2-year degree to a doctorate? Do they know that we need to stay current with our certifications? Have they thought it through enough to know that to be good at this crazy passion one must have a solid grasp of both science and art? Of course they haven’t. They just see us lifting dirt out of the ground, and, if they’re paying for it, dollars flying like monarchs out of their wallets as it happens.

Maybe We’re Not As Dumb As We Look

Meanwhile, it must be said that digging a hole isn’t mindless—not for someone with smarts and training. A good horticulturist is making all kinds of observations throughout the process, things that all add up to a successful planting. Even before starting, the horticulturist has probably gotten a soil test from a lab and evaluated the results. They’ve probably performed a perc test to determine drainage. This and a lot of experience informs, among other things, appropriate plant selection, which is an art and science all by itself. While digging, a hole a horticulturist is making note of the soil profile, its texture, and roots from valuable nearby plants. They are looking for signs of pests and diseases and evidence of problem weeds. All this and much more bounces around the bright, inquisitive, and invariably ADDHD minds of good horticulturists as they are doing something that casual observers might assume is bone crushingly mind-numbing.

Thee Competition and The Consequences

Let’s take a step back. Sad reality: most people digging holes to make gardens these days are not trained horticulturists and are remarkably free of any thought beyond repeatedly wondering where their next 12-pack is coming from. Their qualifications? Their parole officer is friends with the owner of a landscape company. Why? Because a good horticulturist is hard to find. Why else? Because people don’t want to pay any more than alcoholic, ex-convict wages for a good horticulturist. As might be expected, this is lowering the bar on the work.

Uninspired and Underwhelming? A multi-million dollar home, a two hundred dollar landscape.

This situation is having a terrible impact on the state of our yards, businesses, and communities. Look at what serves as horticulture out there around us–dismal designs, poor plant choices from a the same old/same old limited palette, inexcusably unnecessary chemical applications, invasive plants, topped trees, plants planted too deep, and mulch piled too high.

This last one, to say the least, is ubiquitously chronic. And here’s a telling truth about that. No vocational school, no university, no accredited professional associations, no extension service, no horticultural magazine, or book, or reference of any sort has EVER recommended mulching trees to the point where they look like toilet plungers. Not one of them even one time! In fact, all of them have assailed the practice. And what does this mean? It means that any company doing this work—and there are tons of them—has NEVER been to school, has NEVER belonged to a professional association, has NEVER taken advantage of expertise from extension offices, and has NEVER so much as read a book or magazine or even a credible online blog. And this is how the dumbest, most basic job any green industry company can do—mulching trees—gets screwed up in every community, every day, all across the nation.

The most basic job a person can do, mulching, done wrong over and over and over. Making this scene especially ironic is that these trees are ash that the community paid to save with expensive EAB treatments. At the same time, they also paid for the toilet plunger mulch job which will ultimately kill them.

Digging Our Way Out

If we’re looking for someone else to fix this, which of course is everyone’s dream, we’re not going to find them. This is horticulture’s problem. The typical American neither has the time nor the interest to learn the difference between the wheat and chaff in our industry, and, dammit, we’re not helping them any. As a rule, we drive the same beat up trucks as the riffraff, and we use the same tools. That much we can’t much control. Yet, how often do we explain our certifications and credentials? Who takes the time to really excite our customers with our work by teaching them about the plants and the reasons for the design? Because of this, we are losing business to people who know nothing about our craft, our customers assume we’re all dumb, nary a kid in American wants any part of our vocation, and horticulture programs at universities are closing.

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Tweed Jackets and A Little Perspective

We can change this situation. Our arguments are rock solid if we just make them and play the game. So understand the crisis and care enough to actually market our life’s pursuit, and its remarkable history, and the transformational environmental, social, and economic benefits more and better horticulture provides, And here’s an idea–a good first step almost any horticulturist can start doing right away. Go to a thrift store and buy a tweed jacket and maybe a cap. Then learn how to fake an English accent. Suddenly, you’re not just another dumb American horticulturist, you’re an English Gardener. Boom, your stock just went up. Instant street cred! And you can double your prices. Yes, you’ll still look pretty dumb digging a hole, but, hey, every profession has its moment of looking stupid. How intelligent does a proctologist, a highly trained and respected physician, look while examining his 15th butthole of the day…just before lunch? And how smart does a lawyer look on cable news, having been exposed paying a porn star money borrowed against his house to protect a politician? And, for that matter, how brilliant does that politician look, sitting on the can, misspelling yet another impulsive tweet? Fact is, they really don’t look any smarter than we do digging a hole. And when these people finish their day, have they made a garden?

The consequences of dumb plant choices, lost time and money.

Tweed Jackets: The Answer to Horticulture’s Waning Reputation? originally appeared on Garden Rant on April 18, 2018.

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