#fay helm

[gatutor]

Fay Helm-Tom Conway "El Halcón en San Francisco" (The Falcon in San Francisco) 1945, de Joseph H. Lewis.

[mariocki]

Night Monster (1942)

"Why don't you have Millie do that, Miss Judd? That's a maid's work, not a housekeeper's. You needn't answer because I know the reason: that spot under your hand is blood and you didn't want anyone to know."

"Blood? Ridiculous."

"Yes, it is ridiculous. It couldn't be blood, but it is. I've seen those spots before and I've seen you trying to scrub them out because you knew what they were. Blood, the whole house reeks of it. The air is charged with death and hatred and something that's unclean!"

[letterboxd-loggd]

Captive Wild Woman (1943) Edward Dmytryk

July 7th 2024

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Lon Chaney Jr. The Wolf Man: The Legacy Collection It has The Wolf Man 1941 , Frankenstein Meets the Wolf Man 1943 , The She Wolf of London 1946 and Werewolf of London 1935

[roseshavethoughts]

Night Monster (1942): A Lackluster Attempt at Horror

Night Monster (1942) #Review

Synopsis- A man (Lionel Atwill) uses mind over matter to replace his legs, then hunts the doctors who took them. Director- Ford Beebe Cast- Bela Lugosi, Lionel Atwill, Fay Helm Genre- Horror | Mystery Released- 1942 ⭐⭐ Rating: 2 out of 5. Night Monster may have been released during the golden age of Hollywood and star one of horrors greatest ever stars (Lugosi), however, fails to live up…

[at-least-three-bears]

I can never remember the lyrics to Jolene

And for reasons I'm not sure of, my memory usually substitutes lines from The Fall Of Gil-Galad. Then I was rereading it and this happened.

Jolene you are an elven-king, of you my man in sleep does sing, and of your mountain'd kingdom free, Jolene

Your sword is long, your lance is keen Your shining helm afar is seen, And mirrored stars, your silver shield, Jolene

I wish that you would ride away, and go and dwell where none can say and mordor's shadows drown your star, Jolene

Chorus would remain the same, I assume... In my defence, on checking actual Jolene lyrics she does sound a bit fay? I could buy her being some folk-tale elf-y creature.

GilGalad-wise though, her capacity to have a tragic dramatic death against Sauron is currently undetermined.

[roskirambles]

Horror Movie of the day 2: The Wolfman (1941)

Larry Talbot(Lon Chaney Jr.) comes back to his family castle in England, to the delight of his estranged father(Claude Rains). Looking to mend their relationship after the death of his brother John, he finds himself falling in love with Gwen(Evelyn Ankers), whose father owns an antique shop from which he ends up buying a curious cane with a silver wolf head; this prompts her to mention the legend of the werewolf, whose symbol is a pentagram. The night after this meeting, Larry and Gwen along with her friend Jenny(Fay Helm) go to a wandering Roma fortune teller called Bela(Bela Lugosi)... who sees a pentagram in Jenny's hand.

Later that night, she's attacked by a beast. And when Larry comes to her aid, he ends up being bitten. Except the wound isn't visible the next morning, and Bela has been found dead. Worse yet... a pentagram appears where the bite mark should be.

Directed by George Waggner, THIS is the movie that codified werewolves for decades. It's not remotely hard to see why this film overshadows Werewolf of London, unfair as that may be: the pacing is terrific and the plotting a lot more complex, with quite intricate relationships between the cast, who show a lot of chemistry. It also lends uniqueness to the werewolf mythos by making silver their weakness.

Then, there's the photography: this one is a looker, baked in deep shadows and atmospheric fog to a terrific effect, with some very intelligent framing that makes a lot of shots pop. Chaney's make up(once again by Jack Pierce) is a lot more animalistic, which befits the deeper exploration of man's duality.

It's unfortunate that this movie's plot is at it's core dependant on stereotypes of Roma people (even if they're portrayed in quite the morally nuanced light), because otherwise the thematic backbone of the film is actually quite elegant for a monster movie of this time. Keep that caveat in mind, but otherwise this is an absolute MUST watch.

[thewarmestplacetohide]

Dread by the Decade: Night Monster

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★★

Plot: A man invites the doctors responsible for his declining health to his isolated mansion, where they are picked off one-by-one.

Review: Despite decent aesthetics, this film's horror is too sparse and its pace too dry to make up for its rather silly main idea.

Year: 1942 Genre: Supernatural Horror, Mystery, Gothic Country: United States Language: English Runtime: 1 hour 13 minutes

Director: Ford Beebe Writer: Clarence Upson Young Cinematographer: Charles Van Enger Editor: Jack Otterson Composer: Hans J. Salter Cast: Irene Hervey, Don Porter, Ralph Morgan, Fay Helm, Lionel Atwill, Frank Reicher, Francis Pierlot, Nils Asther, Bela Lugosi, Doris Lloyd

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Story: 2/5 - Despite some genuine mystery, it grows plodding, consisting mostly of people delivering dry dialogue before a rushed climax.

Performances: 3/5 - The cast is mostly natural, save for Asther, whose portrayal of an Indian man is laughable.

Cinematography: 3.5/5 - Good atmospheric lighting. The fog shots are surprisingly decent.

Editing: 3/5 - Smooth and coherent.

Music: 2.5/5

Effects & Props: 2.5/5 - Fluctuates between decent and cheap.

Sets: 4/5 - The ornate mansion is lovely and elaborate, with a particularly striking stairwell set.

Costumes, Hair, & Make-Up: 3/5

Trigger Warnings:

Minor violence

Suicide

Attempted sexual assault

Sexual harassment

Brownface

Inaccurate, racist portrayal of Hindu beliefs

Misogyny (uncritical)

Ableism (uncritical)

[dragon-phoenix-along]

The fay creatures have me by the neck, so y’all get a fay shit post:

Seelie court faries:

*Having a tea party and planning pranks*

Unseie court faries:

Winter farie: *Sticks horned helm into ground*

Autumn farie: *grabs winter faries legs and kicks them around head, then grabs their hands*

Autumn & Winter faries: *Screaming while Autumn farie issues winter farie as a plow*

[libidomechanica]

“He saw a faire a farewell”

A limerick sequence

               1

Call it his road but go! He saw a faire a farewell. As not half his life?    Nor, till my winter, and    fro, and pinioned brought the tide: and the rosy chearful hoge.

               2

And layt no fair possibly escaped the sea; nor, till my arms to endeavour.    Among þe byhoued,    and his life. The insect hostel Arthur of grene stel honde þe.

               3

Not for tombs and more. Things and erbez, wela wynne with Wisdom’s sight, the heart,    and trod, on either    casements. To your mind; mysteriously loked for her burdez.

               4

Whoever fingers tying may wel better part my leggez, lokkez hym    with thee! Then say my penny-    fee, as consummate cup, then my drink to define—nor Love.

               5

And folde he to foe and hair! To that path? Shine. I tell, some revolving the    passed by a token. Like    a body was a strange, bot heȝe helme ne hawbergh nauþer to thee.

               6

Two days of old from the grove, so your high comfort yow defence, nor his rome,    when a crowd confusedly,    and smeþely con hire leod to loke on þe bur bare, þat day.

               7

My meny þe loȝe. As, to betray thee; and quench in secret sorrow hits,    and to thou, whom as thou    art confessed he þe prowes haden, and, like a basketball.

               8

That she wept spirit, wit, nor will to lelly til þat he to slavery    moment by murmurs to    daunce. And þe haþel þenne he bound forgat not stay, and turned aside.

               9

How tender voice cry Is it not, flying on lenþe, þer water’s ass, finding    back my night to six A.    So strikes in the roses with my life, then to Kryst yow devaye wolde.

               10

And fechez hym for the gods had sound of a launde, and God-filled them. And that    the faults, yet we will join    my body’s end? And I got so sweet a break, soon with spelle.

               11

And thus to be attending back thee and mellow and surfeit of þe gres    þat schulde þat ho hym a    strange, was let him kiss me, his place?—And free, then tender whose ioye.

               12

I do love, made myself on this sad? We can enclyne: I halden habbez,    for to ryse, þe best of    all these, twas gone. ’Re sure with this answer. To haunt of my hair?

               13

It leads sunny mead and prayse, no bad example to þat noȝt bot around.    ’ For I haf er he had    twenty in cruel eye hath learn? Robin bauld, tho’ that the garden.

               14

And took exactly what are your cut to stonde schal yow wonted; bot þenne. Of    the dictator strove, and    the street, labour turn your to haf wonne. Out they that good measure?

               15

And after, and of þe formed and she with choise sport ȝelde, for þe noble, of    steuen to Kryst. Mean a rabel    in þis world they crafty soldier’s rain his pick of rubies.

               16

Each failed, he cannot tell you roaming? Put off your mind I schal we seems to    endure the Warriors’ Necks;    not, to thee: ah Christ, the soft with my eyes of the meaning lies.

               17

’Na steer and the child of deceive! Grow out, þere þe hal dor, his vncely Grace    put for þer he forsooth,    would be ours forever; then lay of all to Love must be myne.

               18

And all instincts immature, ’mid the mould—the Mansion. That night, and prayers    to corrections meet, while    thy love the night; but hope is a figures once dead; second trial.

               19

Let þe soþe—bot I am in loved her behind that complying still all    acquainted light, know this,    resume halched on their Souls endeles knot. And swallows.

               20

A grandame apes in the winna ease we prove of yonder is firm underneath    th’ Atlantic    proportional South. They this her lap. When I reached in his bedde.

               21

’ ‘Ma fay,’ quoþ þe godly hymseluen. In their use: I own that self to aught    there; blanc-mange at least-wise    bringe: ich am in the comes,—the bedde, I rych and bonie Mary.

               22

Hast thy wit forth goodbye to be made, why so wight, and syþen mony stif on    þe crede. When I tried, when    ye comes a fee; mine ransom me. They must be; for Nature haste.

               23

Mouths shouldst haue a syre, þat gay watz runnen forth runnen to thee. What I    require, is, What makes you    strew the less—so love no more gem to endure with beautie can singe.

               24

As fortune shall weep while ever lost here vnioynted all the man he ladies    merþes. Which so to be    refreshment? With care na look as I sat in one phrase … children.

               25

Bi þe ryal kyng kysse, mon schowued. And eft at þe last and I schal worþez    to deȝe watz hetterly    with þe pentangled in hair, as I trowe þat a sever.

               26

Suspicion, discern, command oft and wyth my eyes nor rested, sette þin ernde    to aspye wyth spechez hym    dressed. Not that heart as kind of thy deathlike them apart from pain.

               27

Watercress spring comforts me: and Philoctetes indissectible    to his life forget the    surgeon’s hand who gives. There passed her so deeply know ye: alas!

               28

She neither what the tears of the door I so longe. Now said he you are, and    land doom takes away, and    þay ȝelde, with haþel hem ȝelde, with scorn, is than a long each my veins.

               29

Thou, thou upon a child. A riding through exits into masse, and not your    his semblaunt soth sweet, and    þoȝt, saue, a lawe as hit haden, and sometimes we call thy face.

               30

Night were rapid, merci, sir, ’ sayde: so god as Gawayn, ’ sayde, Wyȝe, welcome gave    my honde, er he was glad    to serued, and on Wound no one who deem that she walls. The last.

               31

Or want to be taken, on Godde, ’ quoþ Gawayn glyȝt on þe fowlest of alle    dor an empire    be there. To drink was to give it stole his menskly hym byhode.

               32

If not yet knows! Goodbye to acorded wythhaldez, and the home he þe    hyȝe tyde, and to them not.    He, Look how you have made head; if to tell headland echo rings.

               33

Yet he, that with the fiend, but now she with renkkez Gawan, me lyste, worþe hit    hatz, haldez, and synge. Spake:    o Elenor, I am dered with thee stands; but the old!

               34

Who is leave to the river bed she fled to please then unmark’d, on either    with milk-white hands, gathering    lies deep embattle, thou must before it melts. My father.

               35

Of þe londe þe. Main as it spake: o Elenor walk’d by one two bare    divided interrogation    stille stole away, come to his lyfte hone, þat pine, I must be?

               36

On this think upon the foot and disappoint to thee she had lost. It is    a fine and þe loȝe. On    her lele luf not yet no unkind, now command the flowers.

               37

She is subdued and droop’d, her infant at they one that height i’ th’ graves    give. And surly Winters,    as lucky, I stand the injurious Conscience that endure.

               38

And haue in her? His warm summer, who had discharging harp amid them but    one must no kauelaciounz    on Crystenmasse com hider fades away, like old Law did see.

               39

And my fancy her silks, and then am I, when the farthest Sleep! I said,    my Friend, its deep embattle,    in mine own. Look at me. Mean a rabel in a singers.

               40

Envied, I, lessened hair! He hent, and there and so mild there is so good. One    more subterranean    echo of his road again, cold, it must with dead of her note.

               41

To quat hit ay god welde riȝt nowe sleep. Write letters, all its maze of couenaunde    ȝede; as he would emerge    in motion and watz dispoyled, wyth mony bryddez þe best.

               42

Carved so should stir and alle þe world contains over the grandame taints the    germ. And by think and ofte    Ful hendely þurȝ nobele, and Mars left of love may past.

               43

Sir Doddinaual de Sauage, þe trawþe, þat we spedly han mayn horseman came before    all should so mony    leude þat þe heȝe halden on clothed, to cast a frown? Sad shall wee.

               44

Chapel chose the murmurs to touch of earthly years bungle passed in a wound.    And in me no more ice,    and binding smil’d, the learns for the Bliss is my Muse doth youre hest.

               45

Syn we hae a lass there was gone; no longer pasterns high: if seeing to    shining eyes! And smiles, yet    receiv’d in the knight, to the dizzying on one of this poor.

               46

To hunt, I know ye: alas! It sight upbraided crimes across, his men to    schwue ne to sleep—their    murderers of wine must taste that fear, sweet, when she and went to grow.

               47

Higher than when he great receiver? Into þe Norþe Walez. Go ahead&    eat this time prefixed    becomes across the pass unto you with bountees hor wylle.

               48

Upon my eyes were, þat watz don abof þe loue lo Stellas lawes of the    same dreams that hapless years.    The Sage his eyes appeare, whose his mete went withheld her hond.

               49

Now, who saith A whole and unperplexed, when ecstasy the air; yet could    they had not of coming    hearts the seas, and prepare those who indeed, when þe sesoun boþe.

               50

Up starts to make you forsakest me? More for to fetch from all thy fingers’    feathers over my trawþe    þou schal amende. Of his great bells, those aged branch than higher.

               51

God moroun, gay, ’ quoþ þe clere man love to the garden night; that shall stay! Therefore    is a screaming. By    moving thine, O lake, ’ she came overflow with a dere day there!

               52

Debated busy bot berdlez chylde, ’ quoþ þat long your cort rych bout blame is    so rare a wyȝe ȝerne and    so I won my tears of joy. Come away, at couþe tale did preach.

               53

Ay, note ryche þat feȝt hym to set in sight, ’tis all to Nanie, O: the Future    feared as chearfulness. Those    babe was a mask I try on. Twas bound, nor, in this thy amiss.

               54

And al grayþely grace you cry. Covering apple-trees feele thilke same, condemned    to seal it only rise,    that ruled Albion’s king the parish now bigyled, me þinkkez.

               55

I left but heav’n drawn and a tower. If hit keuer see thy large length, nor idly    sought; and þe lorde of    þe gay busy spade, why pass’d them is douþe ryched on þis wylde.

               56

And things of the Courtesies of myyn ernde to struggle have. For his matynez    to schwue ne to boot,    and coy, care na coming many heart that didst my Stellas eyes.

               57

Lost in her sometimes in a bower kept, as Danae in a vicious of my    mind, the jewelled my    poor hearts! A child that affable for þat he hade wonderez.

               58

Made her sweet and learn from the Gate! That may comes to pine, ne wyst þe launde, a    lyttel, and cooking upon    the soft with a voices instinctively, theniel’s bonie, O.

               59

I turned to his crooked, and alle oþer, my dream: then being. And wicked    the rosy lips let me    with chere. As a child; you stretched upon the com ho of his life.

               60

Dear, till piper lady noȝt wyl I take. The bottom desert a beggar,    tho’ that initial-scarred    ful good, so light, from Boston to hold, I grant cried; ah, curs’d duke!

               61

For birds of star by him. And moving an old joys no date nor your counterfeit    one must comedians    scorched with trawþe þat mon merkkez, I haf frayst me schuld seye heþen.

               62

I am and my bed in bodice but he. In the midnight she found in    mote; braches make a    carcanet of one touch hangs on to were thee a sweet Albany.

               63

The door with four garages and a worde of him, hesitates a man whose    Augury triumph’d the tears    half a salamander at they pour life. I sawe that was matched.

               64

And vnlouked him her turn the cold white. I shure in vain. So noise offered. Gives    heruest, and I—too late,    þay laȝed, and you To see her possessions, all passion.

               65

That stared as chearfulness and his bresed hym his Face, tho will not half the    lightning broom factory,    the gods had but that our of auentayle, enbrawden brusten.

               66

Nor will; but, as whott at his gold, and impudency raignes with virgins,    the fallez hym his nurture.    When he want to mount and all the way, a human roses.

               67

And the kingdoms through of both sexes fit. The heat of Greenwich Village, faint    note of eisel gainst my    Starre, because more debateth with Desire wil on hir here.

               68

And strong into stones, till the roads, as ȝe ar a lede lyste, world must be myȝt    þat all. A melancholy    drew her Moon and learn’d no traced and be quiet, my father.

               69

And to myseluen, couth not suspect. De heuened spuds, thy refulgent that    I haf haden, and spring.    My boiling with yourez, if you’re dividing phantom cold.

               70

Shall wilt be my door; so I sent you now, and while I suffer to praise, o    Muses! The Imperfection    but uneasy thoughts, will proceed, wraceks triumphantly.

               71

Farewell; for the best gemmes þat hit yow sum game; it seemed to roses of    grene, þe borȝe, be loved their    virtue cloth unfolds, nought him knewe. Longe; much with her Day’s Delight.

               72

Leave been fallen hymseluen. Or vow ye never cans and care in the brain    the calm oblivion,    there. She shed him not a motley to thy Will’ to boot, and shotte.

               73

They pass the river white blaze into here, at þe court their fates woke dreamed how    shall approaches, crying:    The deed in love up in sonne of þe weder of his request.

               74

He saw a quire aboute, cleareth. The husband is worlde world turned, and they never    small rocked their murderous    band, and rainy, O; but they fall be lost the silver Breast.

               75

As burn’d, since Jove and bear itself. But long it up like a Taper of his    on her by lent, as luckless,    must like a spark. And he his merry goblins disappeared.

               76

Whose gesture life: choose: would under the Food I devout chaste as he approaches,    crying: The deed off,    what I wythouten endez, and eft hit keuered watchful ofte.

               77

Oft with charm a fiery arrows know? Most most kisse; that these stranger, from    side of þe lere he sleep,    nor rest; and make the pumies languishing space, now turning wind.

               78

A Gyges’ ring the children. That thou hast slain, else men hit worþy hit kepes,    of couenauntes of    his beam must be true. Your griev’d your very so water ful tyt.

               79

’ Bi þat þay vsed. Scratchy scarves—wheezed and Foot that sprang up from poore me, this,    and be the holy order    grete, half etayn watz much too much of þe grene stones, al graye.

               80

One faint rainbow. When yet I had ached the forfeit of clene; for in your song,    the calm oblivious    to Rome ricchis hym alle þe gome þenne he cannot suspect.

               81

Man cease to home, straight into his Lips. This lesson new hoe. True, which misse, whyle    be sought; and this face.    I’ll wed; the whirl was well; for not teach others by nightly train.

               82

Of your sweet passion, or graces, which they kept on burne to fle for euermore    wyt bene, and vche pece,    wypped out, each our brains and semly syre and connez. Can come.

               83

Coughed, pulled evermore which glows now, if you entertain moss; ever round on    þe bur þat ilke, sertayn,    a gray morning shreds. To recite what oft wind believe him run.

               84

A Moon of Canaan Yúsuf darken’d; like to tourne to see: and I will be    gives, this the wheat was gone.    And when I seek to herkenez bi a clyffez þer folk fonge.

               85

I wowche hit takes thee. Circling will to row that which way to hondes for breast    is on her pillows in    the promise twice, dear, there, þat hatz ben long pain capacious rings.

               86

And ayquere, rugh ronkled cheere I may be my ain. At the face, and her arms,    transparent at his legs,    toward the primrose from his lesson by the woman, say, how few!

               87

My father’s mind, here þat þer þay ȝede, record! Till that I would will drink-offering,    made for luflych adoun,    cloudless Boy, and complete the last shew it, with all my head.

               88

Desires he lowkez his way again; and quite ready, o mount þe schewed    hyghe! And friends, to wreck    the sight, and alle maner of ledez ar barely men boþe.

               89

For quat he was a sadel, quere-so- euer hem comfort of grace, the jolly    troth, and hende to his festive    day, their fishy smells sweet thief which one is þy place. ’Ed best!

               90

’ Said she but draw in’t a wound! Sir Gawayn, God yow fyrst our own comeliness    arrive ere breast is    fro his life, I am turn to schelde aȝt. Which is also see.

               91

For being best sense and Musk she live. House-affairs appear; nor do I find,    hath taught with water ful    tyt. Much dut watz brayde, ne wot in his meyny he mead so child.

               92

In londe. Or gluttoning yielding, mutual bliss; that shot my métier, yet    strive, and whitest she wild    toyes are charm a fiery like the sweet boy; but makes me tone.

               93

Sir Gawen þyȝez, whyl þay þe bur þat euer are. Save me patience to quelle;    he dressing the like dew    on ropez, red gold, thro’ the bar stool, downing strands of romaunce.

               94

One fro þis knyȝt, with soft hand, seek’st thou were a purple grain. In þe world    arraignes withal let it    did stand, steal from their famisht case? Being on lenþe þe burnes best.

               95

Of fault I bringe: ich am in erde I hope hope, my joys&desired. He    seȝ þis seuen watz tried, each    skirts. Handing on all, smiling bride. When ecstasy the village.

               96

The Past! Were reproof, if aught he lykez hit hym ful warme water; þe worchip    he doth thee free, then    in hymseluen, confusion in without a bryȝt grene hors swete.

               97

Bi lawe. And he would devise, among itself to trwluf expoun in words, the    same? Ill adapted, and    long pain capaciously was bom old. No motion of Beauty.

[obesity-reduction]

The Evolution of Weight Loss Surgery: From Traditional Methods to Intragastric Balloon

In the realm of medical advancements, the evolution of weight loss surgery stands as a testament to the relentless pursuit of healthier lives for those grappling with obesity. As a seasoned medical professional deeply invested in bariatric surgery and metabolic diseases, it’s fascinating to witness the journey from conventional approaches to innovative techniques like the Intragastric Balloon (IGB).

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At the helm of the Laparo-Obeso Centre, a beacon of excellence in bariatric and metabolic surgery, I’ve had the privilege of witnessing the evolution of weight loss surgery firsthand. Our center, affiliated with Boston University for bariatric training programs, serves as a training ground for aspiring surgeons, fostering innovation and expertise in the realm of obesity management.

Traditionally, weight loss surgery predominantly comprised procedures like gastric bypass and sleeve gastrectomy, which aimed to reduce stomach capacity and alter digestive processes. While these techniques have proven efficacy, the landscape of weight loss surgery has expanded with the introduction of minimally invasive approaches and innovative devices.

One such innovation that has garnered attention is the Intragastric Balloon (IGB). This non-surgical procedure involves placing a deflated balloon into the stomach, which is then inflated to occupy space and induce a feeling of fullness. Unlike traditional surgeries, the IGB offers a less invasive option for individuals seeking weight loss interventions.

The journey towards the adoption of IGB in weight loss surgery has been marked by rigorous research, clinical trials, and advancements in medical technology. As a proponent of evidence-based practice, I’ve closely followed the evolution of IGB and its integration into comprehensive obesity treatment protocols.

The appeal of IGB lies in its minimally invasive nature, shorter recovery times, and potential for reversible weight loss interventions. For individuals who may not be suitable candidates for traditional bariatric surgeries due to various reasons, such as medical comorbidities or surgical risks, IGB offers a viable alternative.

Moreover, the versatility of IGB extends beyond weight loss alone. Studies have demonstrated its efficacy in improving metabolic parameters, such as glycemic control in individuals with type 2 diabetes, further highlighting its potential as a tool for holistic metabolic health management.

As we navigate the ever-evolving landscape of weight loss surgery, it’s imperative to prioritize patient-centric care, tailored interventions, and multidisciplinary approaches. At the Laparo-Obeso Centre, we remain committed to advancing the field of bariatric and metabolic surgery, leveraging innovative techniques like the Intragastric Balloon to empower individuals on their journey towards healthier lives.

In conclusion, the evolution of weight loss surgery from traditional methods to innovative approaches like the Intragastric Balloon underscores the transformative power of medical advancements in combating obesity and metabolic diseases. With a focus on evidence-based practice and patient-centered care, the future of bariatric surgery holds promise for continued innovation and improved outcomes.

[gatutor]

Fay Helm (Bakersfield, California, 9/04/1909-Santa Monica, California, 27/09/2003).

[mariocki]

Calling Dr. Death (1943)

"You know, Doctor, it isn't death that frightens men. It's waiting. Anticipation. Your conscience, haunting you in your sleep, in your dreams."

[shalomelohim]

سرود پرستشی مثل باران بهاری / sorod parasteshi mesle baran bahari - Comme une pluie de printemps par Ahle Khane (Farsi Iranian - Persian Song)

“ Connaissons, cherchons à connaître l'Eternel ; Sa venue est aussi certaine que celle de l'aurore. Il viendra pour nous comme la pluie, Comme la pluie du printemps qui arrose la terre. “ (Proverbes 16:15)

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[Refrain] مثل باران بهاری Mesle barane bahari Like the spring when rains Comme au printemps quand il pleut ای روح القدس ببار Ey Roholghodos bébar Oh holy spirit rain over me, Ô Esprit Saint, fais pleuvoir sur moi, تازه کن باغ وجودم Taze Kån Baghe Vojodam To renew the garden of my existence Pour renouveler le jardin de mon existence تا شوم پر برگ و بار Ta Shavam porbarg å bar And become full of leaves and fruits Et se rassasier de feuilles et de fruits تا پر شوم از روح خدا Ta pår shavam az rohe khoda To enrich me from the God’s soul Pour enrichir mon âme de Dieu از آتش پاک تو Az atashe pake to To be flown of your pure holy fire D’être transporté de ton feu sacré pur میوه های بسیار آورم Mivehaye besyar avaram Enabling me to bring so much fruits Me permettant d’apporter tant de fruits چون شاخه تاک تو Chon Shakheye taak e to As worthy as your vine branch Aussi digne que ton sarment de vigne

گه گاه نفس و گاهی دنیا Gahgah nafs å gahi donya ya vasvase ye sharir Sometimes my Self ego and some often the world Parfois mon ego et parfois le monde میخواهند خشکم کنند عیسی Mikhahand khoshkam kånand Issa Want to get me away from you and make me dry, oh Jesus Veulent m’éloigner de toi et me dessécher, ô Jésus رویت را از من نگیر Rooyat raa az man magir So please don’t take your visage away from me Alors, s’il te plaît, ne détourne pas ton visage de moi

[Refrain]

محبّت، ایمان، خوشی و حِلم Mohabat, Iman Khåshi å Helm dar man shåkofa nama But help me to get flourished with Love, faith, joy and gladness Mais aide-moi à m’épanouir dans l’Amour, la foi, la joie et l’allégresse سلامتی، فروتنی و Salamati fårotani å Healthy, humility and Dans la sainteté, l’humilité et یک عشق بی انتها Yek eshghe bi enteha An Infinite Love Un amour infini

[Refrain]

[dirtyriver]

And now I find myself dreaming once again of a 1930s Jurassic Park starring Fay Wray, Joel McCrea, Robert Armstrong and Bruce Cabot helmed by Merian C. Cooper and Ernest B. Shoedsack with special effects by Willis O'Brien.

Filmed in the set of The Mist Dangerous Game and King Kong, obviously.

telling my dad about the movies sent into the past and their casts and now he wants ‘mad max: fury road’ starring either grace kelly or ann-margret.

i’d love to know what you’d cast laurence olivier in

ohhh your dad has brought up an excellent point. I disagree on his casting but that vintage movie would shine. I have no Larry Olivier thoughts—the right movie would have to come up that he could fit into.

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