#clubster

[aspdlittlebitxh]

ASPD folks out there i want to know if you feel like this way: (vent possibly)

Do u feel completely alone, isolated, feeling like a "monster" that cannot show your real you without being put as bad person bad friend bad everything and this is like this in every aspect of your life. Feeling like you don't belong anywhere because the way you are?

Tbh I would want to feel sorry about me and say im just a victim that im a good person despite all but the reality is that its not the case. I know who i am and what i do, i dont really care about all of that but even if i think in that way i still suffer from being like this?? Does that make sense?

I manipulate, I lie, I only think in myself, I just seek what I can gain from anything, I do have problems with anger and violence, I will not hesitate to fucking ruin you whole life if you threat me or do something bad to me... and of course my intrusive thoughts or urges that I NEVER should speak about it.

And with all of that and more that i didnt mention obviously I can't have 'sympathy' from anyone or having normal relationships (friends or romantic) because all those things are there always.

In conclusion, having aspd is difficult man... more in those days when you are aware of this things and not just ignoring/not caring

Pd: might delete tbh this is just me venting

[its-a-rat-trap]

Bob Geldof & The Happy Clubsters

Photos by Alan Ivory, from concertarchives.org

[transparentgentlemenmarker]

Hello😃 voilà le nouveau vocabulaire du covid :

Airgasme : jouissance ressentie lorsqu'on retire son masque.

Attestarder : remplir son attestation alors qu’on est déjà dans la rue.

S’autobuer : quand les lunettes sont embuées à cause du masque.

Clubster : endroit cosy pour retrouver sa team ou faire des rencontres et revenir avec un covichinel * dans le réservoir.

(* covichinel : se dit d’un virus invasif des voies respiratoires.)

Cobidité : embonpoint simultané de plusieurs personnes vivant des situations de confinement.

Déconcerté : individu dont le concert réservé un an en avance a été annulé.

Facultatoire : se dit facultatif mais devient obligatoire.

Gelouser : envier son prochain qui s’enduit les mains de gel alors qu’on est soi-même en rupture de stock.

Hydroalcoolisme : tendance à s’enduire de gel hydroalcoolique plutôt que se laver les paluches.

Masquàraz : port du masque sous le nez.

Mascarpogne : tenir son masque à la main.

Pénuriz : disparition éclair des denrées alimentaires à l’annonce d’un confinement probable.

Solimasquer : se rendre compte que l’on a conservé son masque alors que l’on est tout seul chez soi.

Téléventiler : brasser du vent en télétravail.

[ttandcohiro]

The Real Cracked Paint Art by Hiro Takahashi. カッターなどでやらない オトナリアルクラック。 #ttandco #triumphbonneville #openfacehelmet #vintagehelmet #clubster #mchal #buco #patinapaint #agingpaint #ageingpaint (TT&CO. JAPAN)

[nicolapeters]

Clubsters || Tabitha & Nicola 

Nicola and Tabitha met a few times around town and exchanged the occasional “Hello” and “How are you?” before going their separate ways. One night at a club, Tabitha came across Nicola and asked if they could chill that night. With both girls coming alone, they decision to stick together was quickly agreed upon. After a great night, they exchanged numbers and planned to meet up again. Soon this became a regular thing for the two of them and now they always text the other when the weekend hits to see if they wanted to go out. Occasionally they will get ready together or let the other sleepover at their place to crash after a night of drinking and dancing.

@tabithameyer

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[oogiezucca207]

Kinda wanted to redraw another old character I have. So I redrew Mr. Mono though not much had change with his looks... 

Mr. Mono is a Clubster (a monster who owns a club) he owns a jazz like club and it travels though out time and space the only way to enter is to stumble into his club’s entry door a fancy red wood door that don’t look like it would go anywhere till you open it up. He is not alone in his club, he has employees that are shadowy creatures that look human (kinda like a shadow of a person) their harmless unless Mr. Mono wants them to be more harmful but their pretty ok folks. When he is in his club he is almost like a god seeing how this is his world, he can mess with reality and other godly things but when he is out of his club he will end up looking like a normal human (or the most populated sentient species that is running around on what ever planet he steps into) and he wont have his powers he be just another normal citizen. 

Mr. Mono rarely gets mad at folks the only way to get him mad is to be disrespectful to him, his employees, and the other customers. Most of the time he will kick you out of his club and make it so u cant get back in. Though there been times where folks have been so rude to the point they tried killing other folks in the club he had to take things into a personal matter and kill them off, In his head he believes that person is just a mean person in general and it be better off killing a person who would just kill others.

this is what his club looks like...

[its-a-rat-trap]

Bob Geldof and The Happy Clubsters, c. 1992

L-R (back): Alan Dunn, Pete Briquette, Spike Edney, Jamie Moses, Geoff Richardson L-R (front): Bob Geldof, Niall Power

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[rowingchat]

US Masters Rowing National Championships – Day 2 musings

It’s not an expensive flight to Tennessee and the 2017 Masters Nationals but I thought I’d drive it.  My mother was raised in Huntsville, Alabama and most of the annual trip there from Maryland followed the same route I drove the other day, across mountains range that seems more easily traversed than back before I-81 came through (yes, I remember the days before the interstate) and a cultural chasm that seems just as wide as it was back when grandma half-facetiously suggested we paste a confederate flag sticker to our bumper, so that our out-of-state plates didn’t make us look like Yankee agitators.  

Grandpa was born about two hours west of here, in Peeled Chestnut, Tennessee, and I’m going try to peel off a few hours to get out to the ancestral homeland when I get a chance. He was a genuine hillbilly — he would have pronounced in “gin-u-wine,” as he did that time Stephanie said she’d only visit Huntsville if he taught her how to shoot and he took us out back of the house he’d built just outside the city limits, put a .22 revolver in her hands and said “that there’s gin-u-wine Saturday night special”.

In the meantime, my little cabin is outside of Clinton, Tennessee is conveniently located twenty miles east of Oak Ridge and twenty miles north of Knoxville.  

Or, maybe it’s not convenient to anything except the Museum of Appalachia just down at the bottom of the hill – twenty miles from Knoxville ain’t ground zero for nightlife.  And there were definitely a couple of gin-u-wine hillbillies in Harrison’s, the chain restaurant where I went to dinner the first night.  Most everybody else looked like they were in some kind of benevolent biker gang, though there were a lot more Harley logos on t-shirts than hogs in the parking lot.  

But, while every city kid of my generation has seen “Deliverance” and fears the sound of banjos at night once we get beyond the range of reliable public transportation, I’m enjoying the countryside. This is probably the most beautiful place I’ve ever rowed, with wooded hills rising directly from the shoreline of a sheltered course.   And the folks around here are as nice they can be – the Harley T-shirt guys holding the door for you and the waitress talking your ear off.

US Masters National Champs venue Melton Hill Lake in Oak Ridge, Tenn

There was another fog delay today so I rolled out of the hills around lunchtime to get ready for my first race, another mixed boat.  Tuesday, Mark mentioned that we were going to be racing in the B8 and I said “what the hell are two geezers like us doing in a B boat.”  And he squinted in my direction, smiled cagily and said simply: “young chicks.”

I’ve been listening to a lot of country music lately (Dwight Yokum singing “GIT-ars, cadillacs and hill-billy music – the only things that keep me hangin’ on” is pretty much my walk-on music).  One of the basic assumptions of country music is that young girls will kill you.  And Jack and Meredith stroking us at a 39 for the body of the heat damn near did kill me.  It must have looked a little funny from the shore – Steve and I in 6 and 5 seats, with almost a foot on our stroke pair, trying to match their timing and reach.

But the problem with rowing at a 39 (aside from the potential for killing one of the rowers outright) is that there’s a flail factor – you’re missing water and wearing yourself out.  Which we did.

Though, for all the excitement of trying to hold the stroke rate, it must have been kind of boring race.  Close races are exciting to row, but I’m not sure anybody moved on anyone after the first 250 metres – no back and forth.  Most annoyingly, one of club team boats jumped out to a two seat lead and just held it despite our overdriving stroke rate.  It always hurts to lose bragging rights to your own teammates, especially by less than half a second. Meanwhile,  Western Reserve took the heat by the boat length they’d established at the start.

But, after a uniquely unanimous boat meeting, we decided that if we actually settled during the settle, and stayed long, we had a chance in the final – and we could at least beat those tenacious clubsters.

After lunch, we raced the Men’s E4 in a straight-to-finals event.  I was back with my boys – the stern 4 of the E8 that had taken club gold the day before.  We had a uniquely crappy warmup – we did a build and couldn’t get over a 34 and had all the power of a fatigued high school crew, and boat was flopping all over the place.  We eventually did a competent start and 15, but when we pulled up to the line against pretty physically intimidating array of boats – including crosstown rival Potomac Boat Club — it looked a little grim.

But, damned if we didn’t pull it together in a big way. Not big enough, mind you.  We put Potomac away pretty early and gradually pulled away from third place New Haven.  But Riverfront Recapture put us away pretty solidly, too, winning by four seconds.

But still – and I rarely take comfort in this – it was a really beautiful row.

How beautiful?

My first year on the Comp Team, I was in a 4 with our incredibly competitive stroke, Ralph (“sometimes I think I hate losing more than I like winning”) up in Philly and we won, despite a pretty awful row. It was maybe my first medal, and my daughter was coxing and it was the day before Father’s Day so I was pretty happy with life.  And I wanted a picture of the boat, but Ralph was so pissed at the way we rowed I was almost physically afraid to ask him to pose with the rest of us.  His intensity helps make him an amazing stroke, but he can be a little intimidating.

But, after losing this race (short lived Nike slogan “You don’t win the silver, you lose the gold”. They had to drop that one), Ralph turned around and high-fived Craig, in three seat, who passed it down to Steve and to me in bow.  It was one of the best pure rows of my life and, hell, it was good for The Sport, because when you row well and lose you say things like “man, those Riverfront guys are pretty damn good,” rather than letting bitterness and regret eat away at you (“those lucky bastards, if we hadn’t been waked/rushed so much/sucked, we would have….”).

It was the sport living up to its billing.  Plus, a silver.

I was hoping for the same result, or better, in the Mixed 8 final.  And we had a warmup as beautiful as the four’s was awful, skimming over the river and accelerating effortlessly.  During the race we settled properly and rowed well, rowed hard.  But the race turned out to be a virtual repeat of the heat, with Greenwich – with two rowers late of Capital, the turncoats! — coming in from the other heat to push us off the podium.  At least the other Capital boat took the bronze.  Better to be beaten by  friends than some gang of strangers; they earned their hardware with a really strong row.

The mixed boat was the next to the last race of the day and the sunlight was turning a little golden and we walked over to get a beer, all the adrenaline and energy and clatter and action of a day of racing slipping away and the guitarist playing strangely melancholy music – who wants to hear “Fast Car” after a day of racing?  — as we chatted and rehashed.  Ebb tide.

It’s addictive, though, isn’t it?  The highs and the lows, the medals and the aughts. I was still a little down as I walked the 800 miles to my distant parking spot along the road, but that’s just the rhythm, you roll with it and almost enjoy it.  You wouldn’t feel down if it wasn’t important to you. And as much fun as a long weekend at the beach might have been, doing something important that tests you and brings you together with friends so you really feel the highs and the lows is an extraordinary thing.

And there’s a beautiful sunset over the hills and another race tomorrow, another chance at redemption and that elusive high that comes from winning or just a a few minutes of pure joyous exertion.

In the meantime, guitars, Cadillacs and hillbilly music keep me hanging on.

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[basicmannersforbasicbrits]

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[ttandcohiro]

KARRERA McHal by TT&CO. #ttandco #mchal #500tx #openfacehelmet #clubster #jethelmet #harleydavidson #madeintokyoline #madeintokyo #vmx #vintagehelmet #ジェットヘルメット #ビンテージヘルメット #sr400 (TT&CO. JAPAN)

[philanthropyspaceghana]

Rotary Accra- La East gives water tank, books to two La schools

Rotary Accra- La East gives water tank, books to two La schools

Rotary Club of Accra- La East donated a 40,000-litre water tank worth GH₵30,000 to the La Wireless Cluster of Schools. The trank will help address problems with accessing water during instructional time. Hitherto, students went outside of the school to get water during school hours.

The club also donated textbooks a set of 300 textbooks each to La Wireless Clubster of Schools and Presec, La.

[azveille]

Six pôles de compétitivité santé en passe d'être relabellisés (presse)

Six pôles de compétitivité spécialisés dans la santé sur les 7 existants sont en passe d'être relabellisés pour la période 2019-2022, dont un sous conditions, a rapporté jeudi La Lettre A.

Lancés en 2005, les pôles de compétitivité sont actuellement au nombre de 71, dont 7 consacrés à la santé: Medicen, Lyonbiopôle, Eurobiomed, Cancer-Bio-Santé, Alsace Biovalley, Atlanpole Biothérapies et Nutrition Santé Longévité.

Alors que la "troisième phase" de développement des pôles a pris fin (2013-2018), le gouvernement a lancé à l'été 2018 un appel à candidatures en vue de leur labellisation pour une "quatrième phase" (2019-2022).

En juin 2018 lors d'un déplacement à Metz, le premier ministre, Edouard Philippe, a indiqué que les pôles de compétitivité devaient à l'avenir atteindre une taille critique, renforcer leur positionnement européen et disposer de financements davantage liés à leurs résultats (cf dépêche du 21/06/2018 à 15:58).

"Nous encouragerons certains pôles à fusionner, à se rapprocher, à bâtir des synergies avec d’autres structures", avait-il déclaré.

Le gouvernement avait fait savoir en octobre 2018 que 56 dossiers avaient été déposés en réponse à l’appel à candidatures.

Selon La Lettre A, un comité de sélection chargé d'étudier ces candidatures a proposé à Matignon de relabelliser 48 structures pour 4 ans, dont Medicen, Lyonbiopôle, Eurobiomed, Alsace Biovalley et NSL.

"Parmi ces 48 structures, certaines devront avoir finalisé d'ici le 31 décembre le processus de fusion ou de restructuration présenté dans le dossier de candidature", a précisé le média en ligne. C'est notamment le cas, dans les Hauts-de-France, de Nutrition Santé Longévité, qui a annoncé en décembre 2018 sa fusion avec le réseau d'entreprises Clubster santé.

S'agissant des deux pôles santé restants, Cancer-Bio-Santé et Atlanpole Biothérapies, le premier ne semble pas avoir été retenu et le second n'est relabellisé que pour une durée d'un an pouvant être portée à 4 ans, sous réserve d'augmentation du nombre d'adhérents.

Atlanpole Biothérapies compte actuellement 235 adhérents (dont 125 PME) et s'est engagé à accroître ce chiffre de 35% d'ici 2022, lit-on dans La Lettre A.

Les actuels pôles de compétitivité santé regroupent 1.300 adhérents et revendiquent la mise sur le marché de 400 produits ou services ainsi que la création de 54 entreprises.

[j216]

soricoid clubster by Jared Haer Tempests Unresistedness Study #illustration #digitalart #photooftheday #me #GIMP #art

[twostepcub]

(via Twostepcublog: Songoftheday 3/15/18 - Toss and turn all night in the sheets I can't sleep, night after night don't know what it means...) The first success for Disney's Hollywood records was the Party, New Mickey Mouse Clubsters including the girl who grew up to voice Pearl on Steven Universe #chartnerd