#jack Carroll

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Marilyn Monroe (1952)

Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not (2006)

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He'd only been in there for a couple of weeks and you're interfering with his gate? Good God!

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Heartwarming Comedy Delight: Eaten by Lions (2018)

Eaten by Lions (2018)

Synopsis- When half-brothers Omar and Pete lose the grandmother they grew up with, they are left with nothing to their name and no-one else to call family but each other. They decide to set off for Blackpool together, in search of Omar’s estranged father Director- Jason Wingard Cast- Antonio Aakeel, Jack Carroll, Johnny Vegas, Asim Chaudhry Genre- Comedy | Drama Released- 2018 ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating:…

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Fr. Jack Carroll, SJ

Fr. Jack Carroll, SJ was also published be The Manila Times on 17 January 2024. WHEN I resigned after more than a year working as a research associate at the Institute on Church and Social Issues (ICSI) in 1995, the late Fr. John “Jack” J. Carroll, SJ, who was the executive director, gave me a piece of cloth as a sendoff gift. He said he wanted me to be the best-dressed guy in Eastern Samar (I…

[weirdlookindog]

Tarantula (1955)

[davidhudson]

Jack Garfein, July 2, 1930 – December 30, 2019.

With Carroll Baker.

[frenchcurious]

Grille de départ du Grand Prix de Grande-Bretagne - Aintree 1959. - 1-Jack Brabham, Cooper T51 #12, Cooper Car Co (vainqueur) - 2-Roy Salvadori, Aston Martin DBR4/250 #2, David Brown Co - 3-Harry Schell, BRM P25 #8, Owen Racing Organization - 4-Maurice Trintignant, Cooper T51 #18, RRC Walker Racing Team - 5-Masten Gregory, Cooper T51 #14, Cooper Car Company - 6-Carroll Shelby, Aston Martin DBR4/250 #4, David Brown Co. - source UK Racing History.

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“I'll have to see that tarantula before I believe it.You'll see it, Joe, andyou'll wish you hadn't.”

Tarantula (Jack Arnold, 1955)

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various artists, semina two, 1957

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TV Noir on the Big Screen

The FNF will co-present Noir Television: Naked City with UCLA Film & Television Archive on Sunday, October 15, 7:00 p.m. at the Billy Wilder Theater located in Los Angeles' Hammer Museum.

The evening comprises two episodes of Naked City, a police drama from the original Golden Age of Television, and an in-person Q&A with FNF board member Alan K. Rode and actor/writer Michael McGreevey between screenings. Based on Jules Dassin's acclaimed 1948 motion picture of the same name, Naked City boasted location photography and a host of New York actors in thoughtful, original teleplays that emphasized character over action.

First, Jack Warden (Twelve Angry Men) guest stars as a fugitive who takes refuge in a tenement rooftop hideaway belonging to a troubled child (Mike McGreevey) in The King of Venus Will Take Care of You (1962). As the police close in, the misfit pair confront each other and their individual life circumstances, which are untenable.

A Horse Has a Big Head — Let Him Worry (1962) plays second. In groundbreaking casting, Diahann Carroll (Julia) guests as an earnest special education teacher searching for a sight-impaired student (John Megna) who, in defiant independence, wanders away on a field trip. Admission is free. Full details and program notes are available on UCLA's website.

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Want to write a mystery based on history? Check out my blog for 8 posts about the unsolved past, with writing prompts!

The Beast of Gevaudan: History’s most well-documented werewolf, France, 1764

The Female Stranger: unidentified decedent, Virginia (US), 1816

Spring-Heeled Jack: well-documented apparition or cryptid, England 1837-1904

The Flannan Isles Disappearance: three lighthouse keepers vanished, Scotland, 1900

The Star Tiger and Star Ariel, two planes lost in the Bermuda Triangle, 1948-49

Dyatlov Pass: mysterious deaths of 9 hikers, Ural Mountains, 1959

And the ghost ships Mary Celeste (1872) and Carroll A. Deering (1920, pictured above)

A ghost ship prompt:

A run of bad luck. Those on board a doomed ship might have invited a curse as the result of unwise decisions, whether that be mutiny, murder, or just generally running afoul of sea superstitions. If the crew themselves were cursed, or if they carried a cursed item with them, this could explain why a ship which picked up the crew also went down itself.

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Chapter 2

January 4th, 1996. New York City

Solana’s Pov

I go on the bus, holding Jack's gifts, and take a seat. I put on my headphones and started listening to music. Jack lives around 30 minutes away. I'm really nervous because I hope he likes the things I bought him. I pulled out one of Jack's notebooks and began reading it.

 

When Jack finishes one of his notebooks, he gives it to me to read at home. I smiled to myself as I went through his work. Jack is incredibly talented in so many ways. This guy could also draw and paint his ass off; I've told him several times that even if he doesn't become an author, his drawings and paintings will sell.

 

When we were kids, I called him my bluejay because he reminded me of them. Bluejays are incredibly smart birds, but they are also loud and aggressive, which reminds me of him. However, it is also stated that bluejays make good companions and bring good luck. That is how I feel about him as well.

 

My family, including Summer, teased me about my love for Jack. They often encourage me to just tell him, but that's not simple for me. If I tell him and he doesn't feel the same way, our friendship will change. And our relationship matters more to me than frivolous feelings that are unlikely to be reciprocated.

 

I finally arrived in Manhattan, got off the bus, and began making my way to his place. Jack lives in a horrible neighborhood of Manhattan, and I really wish Mary didn't have to live here. Mary, like anyone else, deserves a better life than she now has.

 

I made it to their apartments and entered the building. It was old and rundown, with graffiti on the walls. Sometimes, there are druggies hung up on the stairs. I'd always feel sorry for them; some people are willing to do anything to escape the brutality of their circumstances. I grinned as I got to their door and knocked, waiting for someone to open.

 

Mary finally answered the door and gave me a big smile before pulling me in and hugging me. "Hey, Mama." I said, laughing, and hugged her tightly. "Hey, sweetheart, it's good to see you." She said, pulling away, cupping my cheeks. Mama M has always had a lovely lightness about her, and she makes everyone feel welcome. "I'm doing well. I just wanted to wish your crotch goblin a happy birthday." I said, holding up the gifts.

 

She lightly pushed my shoulder, laughing, and returned to preparing breakfast. "Summer is not here, by the way; she has cheerleading try-outs." I hummed and nodded. I cleared my throat, making her glance at me as I nodded and pointed down the hallway. She smiled and told me to go ahead.

 

 I walked down the hall towards his room. The door was open, so I slowly stood in the doorway, watching him write. He was sitting up against the headboard, not even noticing I was there.

 

"Well,well,well." I mumbled, leaning against the door to catch his attention. "If it isn't the birthday boy, happy birthday, ugly ass Gremlin." I said, setting his gifts on the bed, and he gave me a playful glare. 

 

"Your big-headed ass dares to come into my room and insult me? With all these colors on, you look like a giant melting crayon." He said, giggling, putting his notebook away and sitting crisscross on the bed.

 

I clicked my tongue and pointed at him. "Look here, bitch, it's your birthday, so I'm not going to say anything smart." I said while sitting on his bed. He chuckled and leaned down to hug me, and I happily placed my arms around his waist and hugged him back.

 

"Happy birthday, blue." I spoke into his neck. He tightened his arms around me and mumbled, "Thank you." I pulled back and smiled as I peered into his blue eyes.

 

I cleared my throat and slid to the end, creating some space between us. He makes me feel so shy whenever I'm near him. "I got you some gifts." I said while holding a large box and a large gift bag.

I handed him the huge box first, and he grinned slightly while holding it. "I hope you didn't get me anything fucking expensive, or I'm kicking your ass." He murmured, staring at me intently. I sucked my teeth and waved him off.

 

He cautiously unwrapped the bow, raised the box top, and gasped. "Holy shit." He whispered. It was a Viswin wooden easel, and I smiled as he carefully lifted it from the box.

 

"Here, let me help." I said, getting off the bed. We placed it beside his dresser, and he stepped back to have a good look at it. He smiled sweetly at me, drawing me into another hug. I threw my arms around his neck and swayed us side to side. 

 

He released me and returned his attention to the easel, stroking his fingertips over the smooth wood. "Lana, how much was this?" He asked, staring back at me with a mild frown. I grinned and shook my head. "Don't worry about it. You're my friend, and I love you, so accept it. I have another bag for you, and if it makes you feel better, it wasn't that expensive." I said, bending down and holding up the large gift bag.

 

He stared at me, frowning, but took the bag. He dug inside his bag and pulled out a card, Then he smirked. "Is there money in here?" He asked, and I shrugged, laughing. "Open it to find out." I said. He stopped smirking and glared at me.

"Lana, I swear to christ himself, there better not be money in here. You know I don't like you spending lots of money on me." I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. He took the card out of the envelope, opening it as two hundred dollar bills fell out. He stared at the money on the floor in shock before picking it up and walking fast towards, trying to shove it back into my pocket.

We wrestled with each other before I snatched it back out my pocket and placed it hard on his dresser. "You either take that shit back, or I'm gonna kick your ass!" He yelled, I shook my head and smiled.

 

 "You not gon do SHIT! But, what you are going to do is take this money and pull out the other gifts. Or it's gonna get wicked in here, mothafucka." I said, crossing my arms smirking at him.

He scowled at me and snatched the bag from off the floor, looking back inside it. He smiled slightly, despite him being a little mad at me. He pulled out more notebooks and canvases and sat them on the floor beside the easel, walking slowly back to me, pulling me into one last hug.

Jack was way taller for his age, standing at 5'9. I was at average height, 5'5. But, I knew as he got older he'll get taller, his sister is tall too. He lifted me up slightly, causing me to let out a soft giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck. He put me back down on the floor, biting his lip smiling at me.

"Um, glad you like your gifts. I really wanted to see if you wanted to hang out with me, considering you're always with them." I grumbled bitterly. He laughed and sat back down on his bed, putting the two hundred dollars with the rest of his hidden money. Jack and Summer have to literally hide their money, or else their dad takes it.

"I wish you would get along with them. They are not that bad." He said, leaning on his elbows, smiling at me. I shook my head, sitting beside him. I don't mind Neutron and Pedro. It's Mickey who makes me wanna slap the taste out his mouth every time I see him. That bitch always got some slick shit to say about me, he only does it when it's just me around. When he sees I'm with Trey or Ciara he don't say shit, because he got some common sense to not to.

"I don't mind the other two. It's just Mickey. You know I rarely fight, can't remember the last time I was in one. But, his ass keeps saying disrespectful shit every time I'm around. Like, I try to be nice, but he makes me wanna snatch his fucking teeth out." I grumbled, folding my arms looking away from him, as he laughed at me. Apart of them being complete assholes, that's what I would always say about them. Another reason was because he barley spends time with me anymore, i majority see Summer.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. But, every time he does talk shit about you, I put him in his place. You know I wouldn't let him disrespect you even if you were or weren't there." He said, seriously, looking me in the eyes.

I gave him a small smile and nodded. He nudged me and slowly held our hands, "I'm sorry for not spending time with you. How about I skip my classes and we go do some fun shit." He said, giving me a big smile. Usually, I'll always tell Jack to stop skipping school and do better with his grades. But I'll let it slide this one time.

I smirked at him and nodded, "ight, let's go ugly." I said, getting off his bed. He scoffed at me, picking his ball up from off the floor, following me out of his room. "You calling me ugly? You look like a horse by the fucking face." I flicked him off, walking back into the kitchen and kissed mama M on the cheek. Jack said by to mama and walked behind me out the door.

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The cast celebrating the show's 150th episode.

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Art Credit to Joe Phillips

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Joan Carroll-Tim Holt "Laddie" 1940, de Jack B. Hively.

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Leo G. Carroll in Tarantula (1955).