#jaren 90

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Sean Combs Nieuws Amerikaanse rapmuziekprofessional Bron: https://gastena.blogspot.com/2025/03/sean-combs-nieuws-amerikaanse.html

Sean Combs Een spilfiguur in de Amerikaanse rapmuziek Sean Combs, algemeen bekend onder zijn artiestennamen Puff Daddy, P. Diddy of gewoon Diddy, blijft een belangrijk figuur in de muziekindustrie en daarbuiten. Eind 2023 is hij niet alleen actief als muzikant, maar ook als zakenman en cultureel icoon. Zijn bijdragen aan hiphop en populaire muziek hebben een onuitwisbare indruk achtergelaten en zijn laatste inspanningen onderstrepen zijn veelzijdigheid en toewijding aan zijn vak.

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Best Young Actor

Tristan Byon in A Million Little Things

Jason David in The Time Traveler’s Wife

Jaren Lewison in Never Have I Ever

Keivonn Montreal Woodard in The Last of Us

Case Walker in The Other Two

Reyn Doi in That 90s Show

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Oké maar ik was de nos op 3 video over Mark Rutte aan het kijken en ze lieten een kaartje zien van de verkiezingsuitslag van 2012 en er viel me wat op, dus ik ben wat gaan zoeken en vond kaartjes van de uitslagen van 1977 tot 2012 op Wikipedia:

Terwijl de rest van Nederland een beetje wisselde tussen CDA en VVD, hebben de noordelijke provincies en vooral Groningen en Drenthe bijna altijd PvdA gestemd. En ehm dat werpt wel een beetje een nieuw licht op het idee in het noorden dat de politiek in Den Haag niet in ze geïnteresseerd is

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hoe lang moeten we de rente vastzetten.........................................

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Humo's Belgentop-20 de Jaren 90

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The Quest for Size

Part 1: From Small Beginnings

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Daladon was on his way home from one of the worst days he’s ever had when he stumbled upon a cart vendor with potions, clothes, and other goods. Daladon is in for a surprise when he meets the owner of the shop and see’s what some of these goods are capable of.

The bell rang through the halls of the Marian Smith factory as Daladon Pentorn breathed a sigh of relief that the day had finally ended. “Freedom at last,” exhaled the exhausted human. Standing up from his desk, he grabbed his worker’s jacket and headed to the door, “I thought today would never end.” He pushed his way past many factory workers that out sized him, but he ducked and squeezed through the big muscular men in the crowd making his way outside. Walking towards the town square as the sunset painted the sky around him, Daladon rubbed his eyes as the lanterns in town began to light up.

“Dal! Wait up!” called a large half-orc stumbling out of the factory. Daladon turned his head and saw his friend Brucelog Gondar running towards him. The 6’3 half-orc had plenty of muscle packed onto his frame, and a sizable midsection poking out from below his white undershirt. 

“Go away Bruce. I’m not in the mood tonig-HEY!” Daladon was caught off guard as Bruce grabbed his torso and hoisted Daladon up onto his shoulders. “Bruce, put me down! Today sucked and I just want to go home.”

“I’m just your giant transport service. We’re going out. We need some drinks after today,” said Bruce as he sauntered off into town with his smaller friend on his shoulders. “And I already heard what happened. My dad let me in on everything. He told me that you might’ve misread a measurement on a giant’s breast plate and now we have to waste a lot of metal remaking it,” said Bruce as he turned right towards the local tavern, Triple B’s. 

“One, you’re not a giant so stop carrying me around. Two, I’m not in the mood to go out tonight. And three, that 8 looked like a 9,” said Daladon as he steadied himself on his new elevated position. 

“While I agree with you Dal that it did look like a nine, 80 feet long and 90 feet long makes a BIG difference in what we’re building.” Daladon grimaced a bit and sat back on his friend's broad shoulders as they rounded the corner.

“At least take me home and let me change. I don’t want to go out in my work clothes,” said Daladon as he pulled his friend’s black hair.

“Ouch, fine. I’ll put you down. But you’d better come back out. No “Oh I’m tired and wanna be alone” crap. Come be with your friends. Kimlen even said he’d come out tonight. Plus Jaren and Siv told me that there’s a private party in the back room that they can get us into.” Bruce grabbed Daladon’s hips and put him down at the entrance to the tavern. “I’d better be seeing you soon,” stated Bruce as the tall half-orc walked through the wide double doors.

Daladon looked into the tavern at the candle lights inside, lighting up with energy and the sound of coins clinking against wood faded away as he turned towards a shortcut home. Daladon sat with his thoughts as he walked back behind a few houses with their lights off. Making his way to a dirt path back to his house. Most people were already home in bed at this hour, but his boss made him stay until the final bell of the workday rang due to his performance today. He gazed out onto the mountains on the edge of town and he saw a few torch lights moving up the steep ridges. Despite being many miles away, Daladon could see every subtle move the giant climbing the mountain side made. It helped when the torch the giant was carrying was a tree he plucked from the Earth.

As he locked eyes with the flame quickly disappearing over the peak of the mountain in the distance, Daladon’s cheek was met with sharp pain as he ran into the back of a cart. With a loud thud, Daladon hit the ground and rubbed his head. “Damn, where’d this come from?” He sat up and looked at a wooden cart blocking his path home. Daladon stumbled up to his feet and walked to the other side of the cart to where a sales window sat. “Hey buddy, you’re not allowed to park carts on these paths,” said Daladon as he looked inside the window. But much to his surprise, it was completely abandoned. Only a few crates scattered here and there on the floor with dust collecting.

“Sorry about that!” called a voice from back where Daladon came. “I’m right here. Sorry, I just put my cart there for a second so I could find where I needed to set up shop. ” Daladon sighed then started walking out to the side of the cart where the voice was coming from. 

“It’s okay, I just wasn’t paying attention to wher-” Daladon stopped immediately in his tracks and stared at a massive man bounding towards him. Not only was he probably 20 feet tall, he looked as big as a whale with how much fat was on him. His tight blue shirt exaggerated every jiggle and jostle his belly made as he screeched to a stop in front of Daladon.

“Yeah, but still, I am parked illegally. I’m a bit turned around. I just got here a few minutes ago and I am already lost,” said the giant as he casually picked up the cart and hoisted it onto his shoulders like it was nothing. “Hi, I’m Sam, the Sizemologist,” said the giant with a smile as he threw his cart like a hammer throw towards Triple B’s. With a light bounce off the ground, the cart landed perfectly next to the tavern. “Bullseye.”

“You’re a- a- a-” stuttered Daladon as he looked up and up at Sam as his belly eclipsed most of his view.

“Oh yeah, sorry. Forgot this far away from the city, you don’t see many people like me.” The big man waved his hand a bit and suddenly his size started to diminish away. His belly receded into his clothes as his bright blue shirt stayed taut against him. Sam’s face came more into Daladon’s view as he shrunk down in height as well. His elven features became more and more apparent as the fat drained away. His platinum blonde hair stuck out of his hat and curled around his pointy ears as he stopped shrinking himself. Landing at about 6 feet tall with a nice beer gut on him. “And before you say it, no I’m not a giant or a gainer.” Sam walked past Daladon whose face was still frozen with excitement, lust, and fear all at once.

“But you were just like 50 feet tall or something. And had a belly bigger than my whole body,” said Daladon as he turned to see Sam walk back towards his cart.

“I don’t get my size like most people around here do,” said Sam as he gestured Daladon to his side. “But I am sorry that you hit my cart. I didn’t think I had parked it anywhere that might get hit by someone. But I guess this is a chance for you to see my stock. Here, why don’t you come in and I can show you what I got. Maybe even get you a drink on me,” said Sam as he disappeared and walked behind the cart.

“Thanks uh Sam was it? But I really do need to get going. I promised my friends I’d meet them out at Triple B’s after I went home and changed. And I really need to feed my chinchillape. He’s been home all day,” said Daladon as he resumed walking along the path towards his house.

“No no no, come in. I insist. Besides, I’m working Triple B’s tonight. I can give you something to wear so you won’t be late. It’s just like you took a bit of a detour. And now your chinchillape will be fed and thinks you’re there with him now,” said Sam with a snap as he quickly walked back to Daladon and put his arm around his shoulder, ushering him behind the cart. “And I might just have something in my shop that you’ll absolutely love.” Even at his shrunken size, Sam easily pushed the 5’5 skinny Daladon into the cart. 

When Daladon stepped up into the cart, he was apprehensive about going in since the cart didn’t even look big enough to fit Sam’s belly alone inside. But to his surprise, he walked into a room almost bigger than his own tiny home. “Woah, this place is massive.” The ceilings were 20 feet high above his head and there were shelves full of boxes all around them. 

“Sorry about the mess. I packed up my shop in a bit of a rush earlier so I haven’t had much time to make things look nice,” said Sam as he shut the door behind Daladon. A snap rang through the room and suddenly, the boxes vanished and were replaced with bright shiny jars with various colorful liquids sloshing around inside. Daladon’s eyes lit up with amazement as the room went from an empty warehouse to a lively storefront. Lights began to string along the shelves connecting them as signs fell down from the ceiling reading Eat Me and Does This Make Me Look Big?.

“So, are you some kind of magician or something?” asked Daladon as he walked forward and browsed the shelves. 

“A sorcerer actually. And a pretty good one at that,” said Sam as his smaller, but still substantially sized belly pushed into Daladon’s back as he walked by. “But that’s only a side hustle to my true love. Alchemy.” Sam grabbed a couple of glass bottles off the top of a shelf and an empty glass jar. Daladon looked at the big man now walking behind a bar and watched intrigued as he poured orange and green liquids into the jar. 

“Aren’t all the sorcerers supposed to be in Sizeopolis? I didn’t know y’all were allowed to leave.” Daladon wandered around the big room as the brown mixture changed colors to a dark purple in Sam’s hand. 

“Most of us train there, but we aren’t required to stay,” said Sam as he sprinkled little green flecks down onto the drink. “After we complete our apprenticeship, we’re free to travel the world spreading size and magic to everyone. Or at least that’s what the administration says we should do. But many do stay in Sizeopolis after they graduate for all the jobs they offer magic users there.” Sam stirred the mixture as the specs of green dissolved and the mixture turned white.

Daladon continued to look around the shop in amazement at all of the different items that must be magical. A jewelry section lined with necklaces and earrings with beautiful crystals sprouting from them. Plenty of rings on display varying in size from a normal sized ring to a hula hoop sized one. “Do you get a lot of giants buying wedding rings in your shop?” asked Daladon. 

“Uh…sure,” said Sam as he garnished the drink with a pink flower. Sliding it towards the edge of the bar, he grabbed a bottle with a blue liquid out from behind the bar with his other hand. “I have one funergy drink for…sorry, I just realized I never got your name.”

“My name is Daladon. Daladon Pentorn,” said Daladon as he walked away from a purple silk nightgown shimmering in the lights.

“Nice to meet you Daladon. Consider this one on the house as an “I'm sorry for parking my cart somewhere I wasn’t supposed to” apology drink.” Daladon grabbed the glass from the bar and took a sip. 

“Mmm, this is delicious!” Daladon put the glass to his lips and started to drink up the white liquid until the glass was empty. “What was that stuff?”

“A funergy drink. It doesn’t take magic for me to tell that you’re beating yourself up about something,” said Sam as he waddled around the back of the bar. “Sit a spell. Tell Big Sammy about your troubles URP!” Sam let out a belch before taking another swig of his drink and keeping the bottle in his mouth so he could grab a few crates out from under the bar. 

“It’s just work. I work at the Marian Smith factory in Grimford and I hate my damn job. I don’t like it, I’m not good at it, nobody there thinks I'm right for the position, it’s just a terrible set of circumstances,” said Daladon as he sat down at the bar. Running his hands through his short dirty blonde hair.

“From what I’ve heard, Marian Smith factories change drastically depending on what managers you have. Maybe you could go to a different location,” said Sam as he downed the last bit of his bottle. 

“I would, but I don’t like the work. I don’t want to be a factory foreman for the rest of my life.”

“Then quit. Sounds like you’ll be a lot happier for it. And you won’t need a funergy drink to get you to go out with your friends.” Sam started unboxing the crates to reveal large jugs labeled Big Dick Energy with a cartoonish twink holding a bottle up against his impressive bulge packed tightly into a cyan colored speedo. 

“I can’t. The job pays too well for me to leave. Especially in this economy,” said Daladon as he massaged the back of his sore neck. “Besides, businesses are shutting down left and right around here. It’s not like there’s a good option to go to if I do quit.”

“You could always be a traveling salesman. I’ve found it’s not a boring job in the slightest.” Sam grabbed another crate and unloaded some more jugs. This time labeled Big Ass Energy with a similar twink now turned to the side the bottle perched on his huge ass in a speedo. 

“Yeah, but I’m not a powerful wizard from the big city who can conjure size from nothing,” said Daladon. He picked up one of the jugs and started to read the small print on the back. 

“I’m a Sorcerer. There is a difference. Wizards are very cliquey and kind of snotty.” Sam grabbed a final crate and unloaded another set of jugs labeled Big Bara Energy with the same twink on the bottle now looking like a twunk with his big bicep balancing a bottle on it. “And I can’t conjure size from nothing. Like I said before, I’m not a giant or a gainer. I use magic to change my size.”

“What’s the difference? All I know is you were like 10 times my size and shrank right in front of me to a normal size. I assume you can grow to that size again if you wanted to. So if it looks like a giant, it is the size of a giant, I’m gonna say you’re a giant Sam.” Sam rolled his eyes a little as he set all of the jugs down on the edge of the bar. 

“I mean yes, I was the size of a giant, but I don’t belong to the giants. I can’t just grow or shrink my height because I want to. I have to focus on a spell to shrink me down.”

“But you didn’t say anything before. You just shrank.”

“That’s just because that small of size manipulation can be done with a simple flick of the wrist.”

“That’s a small spell? But you were so big.”

“I wasn’t THAT big. At least not compared to the giants I’ve seen in Hitclo or Sizeopolis.”

“It’s clear you don’t get out around these parts often. We don’t have any giants in Grimford. Or at least any that stay in town for long. Most shrink down to get their deliveries and are off back to Hitclo or wherever they’re going. The tallest guy that stays in town is my friend Jaren and he’s 7’6,” said Daladon as he started to twist the top off of the bottle of Big Ass Energy before getting swatted by Sam. 

“No drinking these. These are for a private party,” said Sam as he placed a final jug on the bar. “You probably want to set that down by the way. And maybe stand back.” Daladon frantically put the jug next to the others and got up from his bar stool as Sam began to circle his arms over the jugs. “Animatré grandonta meriandé! Animatré grandonta meriandé!” Sam started to chant and Daladon saw yellow sparks forming on Sam’s finger tips before cinders fell down onto the jugs below. 

Daladon braced himself and rushed behind a display of cakes, cookies, and muffins that read Eat Me in icing on them. When Sam stopped chanting, Daladon watched and waited for something to happen. “You didn’t have to step back like that. Nothing’s gonna explode. Not yet at least,” chuckled Sam. Daladon emerged from his hiding spot looking intently at the jugs. Walking back, Daladon could tell something was different about them, he just couldn’t put his finger on it. 

“A big light show for better booze for the guests?”

“Give it a second. Just watch.” Sam smiled and turned one of the jugs to face Daladon. Looking closer, Daladon saw the twink on the jug now waving at him. 

“Awe, that’s cute,” said Daladon as he waved back to the tiny label twink. The twink then grabbed the sides of the label and pulled himself out of it. Daladon’s eyes nearly gouged out of his head as he saw more little men jumping out of all the big jugs and onto the floor. “Well would you look at that. Finally, someone who’s shorter than me,” said Daladon with a satisfied smirk on his face, staring down at the little men that were maybe 8 inches tall. 

“Wanna bet?” chuckled Sam again as he peered over the counter at the 12 little men standing on the ground. “Come on guys. Up and at ‘em.” The twinks all looked at each other and smiled as each one began to grow. Looking down at the twinks, Daladon stared in shock as the twinks that couldn't even reach his knees were now growing up to his waistline.

“They get bigger too?” asked Daladon as the twinks swelled up higher and higher. Now level with Daladon’s nipples.

“Indeed they do. And you haven’t even seen the best part,” said Sam as the twinks continued to grow. Each one fighting for space near the bar as their bodies expanded up to Daladon’s neckline. Daladon stepped back as they reached his height and didn't stop getting taller. The room was getting more and more cramped by the second as 12 large men started to crowd around the bar. Growing up and up and up until settling at 6’8 towering over Daladon. 

“Well, I guess I’m the shortest again. That didn’t last long,” sighed Daladon as he admired the big men in their very tight speedos. 

“And we’re gonna be specific tonight boys so get your best assets ready.” All of the men let out some moans as their bodies started to change again. Daladon looked at all the men surrounding him and realized what Sam meant by assets. Each man started growing differently depending on which bottle they came from. The Big Dick Energy twinks’ speedos started to stretch as their cocks elongated in them. The dick print became more and more prominent until the sides were bowing forward to accommodate the growing python and two orange sized balls under it.

Looking at some of the others, one of them was getting pumped full of muscle as his toned swimmer’s body blew up to bodybuilder levels of big. His pecs inflated out towards Daladon’s face. His biceps were getting pushed away from his torso because of their massive size. His legs got separated as his quads swelled into each other. A row of abs appearing right above the defined 6-pack that already was there. He was turning into a mass monster.

“Excellent guys. You all look fantastic. Now head in there and you’ll meet, oh what was his name, hold on.” Sam ruffled through a few stacks of paper behind the bar as Daladon gawked at the sexy men around him. “Ah ha! Found it. Go find a guy named Siv Drucian. He’ll help you guys get set up.” The boys all nodded at Sam and then started walking past Daladon going to other parts of the shop to get various bottles and cases of potions. Their big bulging bodies bumped into him as they walked past. Especially the ones whose hips had widened. Daladon turned his neck to watch an ass with cheeks the size of basketballs walk by and he was practically drooling over him. Their speedos looked more like thongs with how much strain they were putting on them. 

“Wow, they’re gonna be serving us at that private party at Triple B’s? I think I’m now much more willing to go out tonight,” said Daladon as he stared at the big men sauntering out of the shop. 

“No, that's just the funergy kicking in,” said Sam. “Oh and Ricardo, see me before the event starts for the specialty drinks tonight.” One of the hunks on his way out waved at Sam and ducked out the door.

“So will those guys be selling your potions tonight?” asked Daladon, retaking his seat at the bar with a noticeable bulge at attention in his pants. 

“Indeed they will. They’ll be your cock and tail waiters tonight ready to give out some specialty potions requested by our employer. And if you think that they’re great now, you should see them when we’re hired as performers,” said Sam as the last one squeezed his wide hips out the door and shut it behind him. 

“Damn. Now I wanna tell my friend not to perform tonight so I can watch them.” 

“Your friend is working this party?” asked Sam as he looked up from collecting more bottles of potions. 

“A couple of them actually. Siv, the guy your boys are meeting, he’s one of my friends. Love that guy.”

“He’s the one performing?”

“No, he’s just the bartender. My friend Jaren is the one performing.”

“Oh yes, the giant boy. Well knowing who we’re serving tonight, I’m sure they’ll love a guy that big,” said Sam as he walked out from the bar. “And if your bartender friend needs any help with the drinks, I can make just about anything. And what I can’t make, I can conjure. Now I do believe I also told you I’d get you something to wear for tonight.” Sam wiggled his fingers and the sign that read Does This Make Me Look Big? lit up. 

“I don’t know Sam. I don’t really have the size to call anything about me big,” said Daladon, looking down at his fairly average body.

“Nonsense. Anything can be big. You might feel small right now, but I’ve met men that live life at a fraction of your size. As well as men who live life bigger than entire planets.” Sam pat Daladon on the back and led him through the shop. “But maybe I could give you a little bit of an upgrade if that funergy drink didn’t get you one hundred percent ready for tonight.” Reams of fabric started flying off the walls into Sam’s hands as he occasionally muttered something to himself. “Now what size do you want?” 

“Well I wear a small shirt and have about a-“

“I didn’t ask what size do you wear, I asked what size do you want?” Daladon stopped in his tracks once Sam sat down at a sewing station. 

“You could make me bigger?”

“That’s what I do. It’s what I LIVE for. Now tell me, what kind of body do you want to have tonight?” Sam started cutting bright blue fabric and mumbling things under his breath again. 

“Um, I don’t know. I definitely could be taller. Maybe a bit of muscle, but not like aggressive muscles. A bit of fat is fine. Ooo actually a belly would be nice. Maybe not one as big as yours though.” Daladon paced behind Sam and continued to ramble off parameters for what he wanted his body to be.

“I’ve got limited fabric here so I can’t do all of that, but I think I’ve got a good snapshot of what you want.” Bright blue fabric started to unfurl around them and sewing needles flew through the air. Sam’s muttering began to get louder and louder into a full blown chant. “Exeto incantrabe god petsha yunn marcotauph!” Sam shouted aggressively and raised his arms into the air again. Scissors started slicing through fabric followed by needles threading in and out, connecting everything together. Daladon watched in disbelief as reams of fabric spun around them creating a vortex. But Daladon’s smile began to fade when a blue singlet formed before his very eyes with a weird patch of yellow fabric on the left pec.

“A singlet? Really? Sure, you’ve got your cock and tail waiters that look like they’re models in Sizeopolis, but I don’t think that’s my style Sam.” Daladon walked to put his hand on Sam’s back on the chair while the singlet floated down. 

“The magic you have to say with words takes a second. Here, go try it on and then tell me if you got anything like it at home.” Sam sat up and handed Daladon the singlet. 

“It does look like you got the measurements right,” said Daladon as he held it up to his body. 

“Trust me. I always get the measurements right.” Daladon turned to go to the dressing room where he slid the curtain shut and started undressing from his work clothes. Daladon held the singlet up to him once he was just wearing his underwear. After taking a deep breath, Daladon brought the singlet down to put his legs in. Pulling the singlet up and pushing his arms through the holes, Daladon looked at himself in the mirror. 

“Maybe a little tight,” said Daladon as he tugged the straps up to be perched on his traps. 

“Give it a second!” shouted Sam as the yellow patch on Daladon’s left pec began to shine. Daladon let out a small moan as a shiver ran through his body. He felt his cock immediately start twitching as a warmth flooded his system. 

Daladon’s body began to expand with size. It was very small and unnoticeable at first, but Daladon could feel the sides of the singlet digging into him a bit. Looking down at himself, he saw his pecs blowing up under the blue fabric. Daladon couldn’t help but grope his chest and feel the muscle that was forming on his chest. The straps dug into his shoulders as his traps and neck thickened. He looked to his side and saw the strap of the singlet extending out into a sleeve around his growing arms. As the sleeves formed, he could feel his biceps pushing back against the fabric as they swelled with size. 

Daladon was pulled away by a new sensation. The fabric around his crotch was getting tighter and tighter. He could feel his dick fighting for space in the singlet as the underwear inside snapped. Unable to hang on due to his widening hips. Daladon moaned again, his cock now free to surge up in size. He looked down at his remarkable bulge he sported now. Pulsing with life, the beast swelled bigger and bigger with every heartbeat. Extending out to 10 inches long with balls as big as eggs and still growing. He also saw the fabric around his legs receding into the singlet. Cutting itself off to look like booty shorts, strangling his massive quads inside them. The last of his underwear sliding down the pant leg in tatters on the floor.

Turning to the side and looking in the mirror in front of him, Daladon got a great view of his dump truck ass. Grabbing the big cheek, it felt heavy as he shook it. He couldn’t help but feel himself get hard over how huge he was getting. He smacked his ass and practically moaned when he saw the ripples cascading along the fabric. He stopped admiring himself as the singlet’s fabric started to recede again. This time it moved upwards from his waist, exposing his belly button that started to swell out in front of him. His once flat stomach rounding out as he heard a gurgle emit from his belly. He reached down to pat his swelling orb of a belly and ran his hands along it. Feeling how expansive it was. The fabric stopped just under his textbook sized pecs as the yellow patch of fabric started to fold and morph into an S symbol. And it wasn’t just an ordinary S on the outfit, it sported a curled bicep on the top right tail, a couple of moobs followed by a heavy belly as the curve on the left side, a perfectly round belly on the right curve, and a massive cock as the bottom tail of the S.

“Woah,” said Daladon. He couldn’t believe the sight before him. He stood there looking like he was out of his own wet dream. Not only had the singlet made him bigger, it also had heightened his other features. He now sported a nice square jaw line as well as bright blonde styled hair. The singlet itself had morphed into a top that covered Daladon’s chest with long sleeves on his arms that had holes over where the peak of his bowling ball sized biceps were. He could barely see the booty shorts he was wearing below his pecs and belly, but looking in the mirror, they left nothing to the imagination. The blue fabric accentuated his cock and balls perfectly. Making them look absolutely stuffed in the shorts. And after seeing how much size he got in his ass, he guessed the entire outfit was fighting for dear life to contain his size. 

“Well don’t leave me in suspense! Come out!” called a giddy Sam. Daladon turned and walked out of the dressing room to see Sam smiling up at him. “Damn I’m good,” mused Sam as he let out a whistle looking Daladon up and down. 

Daladon’s already big smile grew even bigger as he realized he’d grown taller too. Before, he was eye level with Sam’s pecs, but now Sam was eye level with Daladon’s. “This is incredible! Thank you, thank you, thank you Sam!” shouted Daladon. Running up to Sam and crouching down to give the big man a hug only to hoist him up into the air with glee. 

“You’re welcome, big guy. Now, go have fun with your friends. Enjoy your night,” said Sam as Daladon released him from his tight grip. 

“I’ll be sure to tell my friends to tip your boys well tonight,” said Daladon as his heavy footfalls shook the whole shop. 

“Don’t worry about it. We’re already getting paid handsomely by whoever’s throwing this party. But I’ll see you in there.” Sam winked at Daladon and Daladon threw the door to the shop open and ducked out of the shop, but not before squeezing his hips out. Smiling to himself, Sam turned and waddled back to the bar and began making drinks for tonight. 

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Dit blog was origineel bedoeld als een soort mislukte webblog waarop ik artikelen zou schrijven over geschiedenis. Bij deze breng ik die functie terug.

Ik heb de afgelopen twee dagen, don't ask me why, het Nederlandse medialandschap zitten uitwerken. Dat leverde mij het volgende resultaat op. (Voorlopige versie, ik kan dit altijd nog verder uitwerken.....)

Je kunt hier een hoop interessante conclusies uit trekken. Niet elke band is ook even sterk btw. Ik heb deze mindmap gemaakt in Mindmup. Een programma dat half werkt voor free users.......

Dus als je zelf met deze mind map aan de slag gaat, credit aub, maar ga voor de rest je gang! En check wel zelf ff elk verband door op Youtube de namen van beide in te vullen zodat je snapt hoe beide dingen aan elkaar verbonden zijn.

Voor de duidelijkheid, de oranjes vakjes zijn groepen die 'de MSM'/wereld zouden controleren/beheersen. De haat is soms gericht richting Telegraaf, GeenStijl etc. maar vaker richting bedrijven aan de linkerzijde van de mindmap.

Ik heb ze in oranje neergezet omdat deze complotten meestal kloppen. De macht over scholieren is bijvoorbeeld grotendeels in macht van vier uitgeverijen; Malmberg, ThiemeMeulenhoff, Noordhoff en Zwijsen. En kranten hebben een linkse bias. Maar zit een demoon op de redactie van de NRC? Alleen in de hoofden van complotdenkers......

De belangrijkste conclusie uit deze mind map is wat ik noem "de vijf zuilen". De vijf zuilen, waarvan er hierboven vier zijn afgebeeld, werken als volgt en kunnen ons een hoop leren over het wereldbeeld van de gemiddelde Nederlander.

De buitenlandse zuil

De buitenlandse zuil heb ik in dit onderzoek buiten beschouwing gelaten. Je moet dan denken aan gemeenschappen die 'niet-Nederlands' zijn. De Sinti, de joden, de Chinezen etc. Dit zijn allemaal gemeenschappen die in meer of mindere mate integreren. Sowieso blijkt uit onderzoek van (Scholten en Hoogenboom, 2008) dat de buitenlandse zuil meer geïntegreerd is dan de meeste mensen denken. Dat is een extra reden dat ik deze zuil even benoem, denk maar aan Turken die zich soms volledig tegen Nederland keren na een voetbalwedstrijd, maar deze zuil verder toch buiten beschouwing laat.

De religieuze zuil

De religieuze zuil is eigenlijk vrij logisch. Deze mensen leven in een polderdorp alsof het een klooster is. Ze gaan er zelden buiten en zijn sowieso 'tegen de wereld'. Het is dan ook niet gek dat zij tot op de dag van vandaag een eigen zuil hebben waarin zij leven.

Ik zal niet de hele map herhalen maar mensen uit deze zuil lezen meestal Reformatorisch Dagblad of Nederlands Dagblad, hebben één politieke partij die ze vertegenwoordigd, komen zelden buiten hun eigen dorpje, hebben één kerk in een dorp met vaak meerdere kerken. En ze bekommeren zich wel op wat er op nationaal niveau gebeurd, maar zullen voor de rest 'de wereld' proberen te vermijden. Het typische grapje is dat deze mensen geen TV hebben. Ik wil hier wel gelijk aan toevoegen dat voor de meeste dorpen en soort secularisering geldt. Binnen de reformatorische wereld zijn Urk en Katwijk namelijk even bekend, terwijl de leek wel Katwijk als een stuk meer seculier ziet...... Dit verschil merk je op in de hele Bijbelbelt. Het gaat dan ook meer om mensen die tot deze zuil behoren, dan echt hele dorpen....

Het laatste dingetje om over deze zuil te vertellen is dat zij bestaat uit twee delen; een reformatorisch deel (streng en ouderwets) en een evangelisch deel (doet erg Amerikaans aan). Voor beide geldt wat ik hierboven zei, maar wel op andere manieren.

De complotdenkende zuil

De complotdenkende zuil is klein, maar daarom niet minder gevaarlijk. Zij bestaat al lang, maar zelf ben ik haar pas echt tegen gaan beginnen te komen sinds de jaren 90-jaren 2000 met de opkomst van het internet. Ze doet erg rechts aan. Je hoeft niet lang te zoeken op deze websites voordat je homofobie, xenofobie en antisemitisme tegenkomt. Ook zijn er connecties met de religieuze zuil, voor het evangelische gedeelte. Maar complotdenkers kunnen ook seculier zijn en zelfs zeer links! (Denk aan je moeder die om seculiere redenen haar kind niet laat vaccineren. Ze behoort tot dezelfde groep als een gereformeerd iemand, maar wel om andere redenen.)

Complotdenkend Nederland is, naar mijn weten, samen te vatten in vier grote complottheorieën; "Ancient Aryans" en haar afgeleiden, Joris Demmink en pedofiele netwerken, Big Pharma en 'de nieuwe, natuurlijke, betere manier van zorg', én als laatste de The Great Reset theorie (vooral in de vorm van Eurabië).

De liberale en de socialistische/links zuil

Ik pak deze twee samen omdat ze elkaars tegenpolen vormen. Waar de religieuze en de complotdenkende zuil zichzelf afzonderen van de MSM, deze twee zuilen, zijn dit dus juist die twee grote zuilen waarvoor de andere twee zich afzonderen.

Bij deze twee zuilen is iets aparts aan de hand. Er zijn verschillende termen voor, maar als je kijkt naar de berichtgeving van de mediakanalen in de mindmap, dan zie jet.

Dit is een beetje grofweg mijn categorisering van de twee zuilen;

Liberale zuil; 'simpel' (reality-TV), anti-LHBT, anti-migranten, pro-traditie, pro-'gewone Nederlanders', anti-multiculti, pro-status quo, 'rationeel/weldenkend', rechts-liberaal

'laagopgeleid'; mensen, ongeacht werkelijke educatie, kijken naar de liberale zuilen als ontspanning

Socialistische zuil; 'complex' (moeilijkere artikelen, onderzoeksjournalistiek etc.), 'woke', pro-LHBT, pro-migranten (helpen), pro-multiculti, maatschappij-/overheid-kritisch (Zembla, Boos, ZML etc.), links of links-liberaal

'hoogopgeleid'; mensen, ongeacht werkelijke educatie, voelen zich vaak slim als ze kijken naar de socialistische zuil

Ik denk dat ik met lichte zekerheid mag zeggen dat een politiek verschil in Nederland, waarbij laagopgeleiden rechts zijn en hoogopgeleiden links, verklaard kan worden via de mind-map. Ik zou mezelf tot de links zuil rekenen en heb ook weleens Dumpert of Telegraaf gezien in mijn jeugd! Maar het voelde altijd laag en niet van mijn zuil. Nu snap ik waarom!

Is er dan helemaal geen content die het tegendeel bewijst? Zeker wel. Rundfunk is bijvoorbeeld erg rechts, maar werd gemaakt door de KRO-NCRV, die ook alle uiterst progressieve filmpjes van KRO Kindertijd gemaakt hebben, zoals Abi. Boer Zoekt Vrouw wordt ook gemaakt door diezelfde KRO-NCRV en is nou ook niet bepaald intelectueel te noemen. Datzelfde geldt voor First Dates, waarvan je nooit zou verwachten dat BNNVARA (van Zembla en Boos) het gemaakt heeft!

Ik kan nog uren doorgaan met het constateren van interessante zaken. Zo proberen ThiemeMeulenhoff, Noordhoff en Malmberg alle drie steeds woker te worden onder druk van progressieve leraren, maar valt het op dat Malmberg hierbij een tikkeltje achterloopt op de andere twee. Én dat er wel degelijk een links bias zit in niet alleen de schoolboeken, maar ook de Nederlandse nieuwskanalen, waarbij, once again, het vooral de roddel- en sensatiejournalistiek is van Telegraaf en PowNews is die rechts Nederland voor zijn rekening moet nemen. (En sinds kort is er dan nog Ongehoord Nederland...... Die heb ik even buiten beschouwing gelaten omdat dat een beetje en half half project blijft.......)

En andere leuke constatering is het feit dat Nederland geen alt-right pipeline heeft. Youtubers heb ik buiten beschouwing gelaten omdat zij sowieso nooit politiek, behalve dan misschien op de Dumpert-manier. Maar de enige websites binnen de liberale zuil, denk GeenStijl, Telegraaf etc. hebben zich meermaals uitdrukkelijk uitgesproken tegen grote completdenkers als Micha Kat en Wim Dankbaar. De enige uitzondering is GeenStijl die een keer positief hebben gesproken over Katholiek Nieuwsblad, een klein Nederlands tijdschrift voor de echte die-hard Katholieke van ons land....., in de Demmink-affaire. Maar door deze uitdrukkelijke distantiering tussen rechts MSM (mainstream media) zoals Telegraaf en Geenstijl aan de ene kant en dan complotdenkers aan de andere kant zullen in Amerika mensen met anti-migranten gevoelens makkelijk radicaliseren, maar gebeurt dat in Nederland vrij weinig!

MAAR, vooral via het algoritme, worden kanalen als blckbx toch gepromoot en dan kun je als anti-migranten nieuwskanaal gewoon niet voorkomen dat je lezers naar dat soort meer complotdenkende kanalen vertrekken, hoe ver je jezelf ook van dat soort kanalen distantieert......

Goed, dat was mijn rant. Ik heb het voor nu maar even hier neergezet zodat het niet verloren gaat. Maar ik hoop het ooit nog in een academische context echt voor nuttige sociologische doeleinden te kunnen inzetten!

Ik hoop gewoon voor nu in ieder geval hiermee te hebben aangetoond dat Nederland nog steeds bestaat uit vier zuilen, en een buitenlandse zuil, en deze vier zuilen kunnen overlappen, maar deze vier zuilen zijn wel echt een nuttige manier om te analyseren hoe het wereldbeeld van Nederlands wordt gevormd via media. Vooral de distinctie tussen de twee grote zuilen is hierbij nuttig!

Misschien is zuilen niet het juiste woord, misschien kun je beter spreken over 'vier politieke hoofdrichtingen' in het Nederlandse medialandschap ofzo. Idk.

Bedankt voor het lezen in ieder geval. :) <3

[rotterdamvanalles]

We zien hier de bouw van de nieuwe winkel van o.a. C&A en Voss in december 1951,

de opening vond plaats op 21 maart 1952. Het gebouw rust op 420 betonpalen, waarvan de eerste op 6 september 1950 is geslagen. Dit gebouw werd begin jaren '90 afgebroken en vervangen door nieuwbouw. Op de voorgrond zo'n overbekende zeshoekige Rotterdamse kiosk die het straatbeeld tot midden jaren '70 zou bepalen,

[devosopmaandag]

De getuigenverklaringen van C.W.M.K.

Op een dag, dacht ik vaak, ga ik die dozen met brieven tevoorschijn halen. Als ik tachtig ben of zo. Dan lees ik ze nog één keer door. En dan gooi ik ze weg. Misschien is doormidden scheuren voldoende, verbranden is pathetisch. Mijn eerste schoon-grootmoeder overleefde haar man, een dominee, ruim zestig jaar. Toen ze al ver in de tachtig was haalde ze soms zijn verlovingsbrieven tevoorschijn. Die boden haar troost. Ik vergeet nooit dat ze zei tederheid in haar leven te missen.

Omdat ik vage plannen had iets met brieven te doen, haalde ik allerlei dozen uit de opslag. Die propvolle schoenendozen met vergane elastiekjes boezemden me schrik en zelfs een beetje weerzin in. Hoeveel directe confrontatie met verdwenen leven kun je aan? Als het om oude liefdes gaat, blijft je hart niet altijd wat wankel? Ik waag me maar aan de doos met mijn dagboeken uit de jaren '80 en '90. Wat was mijn handschrift tot ver in mijn volwassenheid nog meisjesachtig en hoe kan het dat dat veranderd is? Het zal het leven zelf zijn dat mijn handschrift volwassener en in ieder geval eigenzinniger maakte.

Ziedaar: twintig jaren van mijn leven in een bestofte plastic ikea-doos, keihard bewijs dat ik geleefd heb. De aanblik ervan is vol gemengde gevoelens. Ik keek laatst naar een true crime-documentaire over een Britse zaak van veertig jaar geleden en wat nu klaar lag waren mijn eigen getuigenverklaringen uit die tijd. Wat deed U op 1 juni 1990? Was u thuis op 26 februari 1992? En op 7 mei 1980? Waar was u precies op 26 januari 1989?

Voor ik het wist bladerde ik – o god ja – door die ene periode, met al dat huilen, toen ik alleen leefde en maar verlangde en verlangde. Ik was schaamteloos in het vermelden hoeveel ik huilde. Maar ook las ik hoe belangrijk vrienden toen waren, dat ik moeite had met mijn moeder, hoeveel ik alleen op pad was, hoe ik dwars door mijn ellende heen in staat was naar mijzelf te kijken. In de dagboeken van de periode daarvoor klonk ik op momenten gekunsteld en onoprecht. Ik vergeef het mezelf maar. Ieder mens moet nu eenmaal leren om een autonoom denkend wezen te worden door experimenteel zelfonderzoek.

Op 12 maart 1993 citeer ik dichter Leonard Nolens die op zijn beurt Osip Mandelstam aanhaalt: 'Houd niet van de dingen maar van hun bestaan, houd niet van jezelf maar van je leven.'

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NCIS fans, get ready to see Gibbs like you've never seen him before.

CBS announced Friday that its flagship procedural is getting a '90s-set prequel series, NCIS: Origins, which will follow a younger version of Mark Harmon's beloved character, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, as a newly minted special agent making a name for himself at Camp Pendleton. While Harmon will be returning to the NCIS franchise to narrate and executive-produce Origins, he won't be starring — which raises a big question.

Who should play young Gibbs?

Of course some major names come to mind, guys like Glen Powell and Austin Butler. But they're securely movie stars at this point and not likely to commit to leading a network show. (There's also Harmon's son, Sean Harmon, who has played a young Gibbs on NCIS, but he's exec-producing Origins with his dad.) So, the EW staff has some ideas about who should be your grandma's next crush.

Lucas Till

Lucas Till is already in the CBS family and proved he can handle an fan-favorite prequel character with MacGyver. Plus, that jawline screams young Mark Harmon. —Sydney Bucksbaum

KJ Apa

As Riverdale hunk Archie, KJ Apa proved he can handle the most absurd of network television scenarios. Now he can graduate and trade his ginger locks for a fresh blond look! —Maureen Lee Lenker

Robbie Amell

I'm no NCIS expert, but I do think that Robbie Amell bears a decent resemblance to young Mark Harmon and seems like he's at the right juncture in his career for another network show. —Wesley Stenzel

Kevin Zegers

With The Rookie: Feds caput on ABC, Zegers needs another outlet to showcase his federal agent skills. Plus, he could pass for a young Harmon. —MLL

Jaren Lewison

Never have I ever seen an episode of NCIS, and Jaren Lewison was the first young TV actor I could think of who's buff enough to look like he just went through special forces training or whatever NCIS people do. On this show that would actually make sense for his character. —Jillian Sederholm

Chris Zylka

Chris Zylka also has a young Mark Harmon's jawline. I have no other reason, but he really does look like his son (even more so than Harmon's actual son and the show's EP, Sean Harmon). —SB

Trevor Lawrence

Sure, sure, Lawrence is a star football player for the Jacksonville Jaguars, hungry for a Super Bowl ring. But Harmon also got his start as a star QB (at the college level, for UCLA), and there's something about Lawrence's hair that makes us feel like he could sell it. —MLL

Patrick Schwarzenegger

Straight off burning up the screen — literally — on Gen V, Patrick Schwarzenegger has the looks, charm, and moxie (not to mention last-name recognition) to play a young Gibbs. Although, truth be told, could we not just divert all this young Mark Harmon casting energy toward willing a Summer School reboot into existence instead? —Dalton Ross

[fransopdefiets]

19-6 Skei

Gisterenmiddag at ik een Turkse groentelasagna onder een reuzegroot scherm waarop Turkije voetbalde tegen Georgië. De eigenaar vergat zijn klanten en ging fysiek en mentaal helemaal op in de wedstrijd.

Als mijn tanden ga poetsen loop ik langs twee Duitse caravans van het merk Tabbert. Hé dacht ik, dat merk zie je nooit, behalve bij Roma? Ik kan me hele colonnes herinneren die door Frankrijk reden uit de tijd dat ik daar rond liftte, zo eind jaren 70. Later arriveren er een paar Mercedessen bij en inderdaad, dat moeten Roma zijn. Grappig dat die dan op zo’n toeristencamping staan.

Het was fris maar droog vannacht. Ik experimenteerde een beetje met oplossingen tegen de optrekkende kou en wat helpt is een laagje textiel op het matrasje leggen. De lucht in het matrasje neemt toch de buitentemperatuur aan en die is ‘s nachts een graad of tien. En echt donker wordt het dus niet meer hier, ik maakte midden in de na ht een mooie foto van het meer.

Als ik wakker wordt om half zeven schijnt de zon al volop en koud is het niet. In Lillehammer koop ik nog vers brood, een donker Noors roggebrood, en als ik dan tegen negenen de stad uitfiets komt me een vakantiefietser tegemoet. Dat moet wel een Nederlander zijn, denk ik en als ik mijn hand opsteek, hoor ik toch luid en duidelijk Mogge Frans! Lichtelijk verbijsterd kijk ik om, maar de man fietst gewoon door. Ik heb hem niet herkend, dat is ook niet zo gek met een fietshelm op, maar ik zal het wel verkeerd verstaan hebben. Anders stop je toch even?

Voorlopig volg ik de Gausa naar Skei. Het hellingspercentage neemt gestaag toe en de laatste 15 kilometer golft de weg omhoog met regelmatig klimmetjes van 10%. Daarbovenop heeft de wind besloten om me niet langer in de rug te duwen, maar in het gezicht te waaien. Het is warm en voor het eerst sinds mijn herstart op 3 juni fiets ik in korte broek.

Om 12 uur heb ik nog 12 km te gaan en ik buffel al een half uur tegen die hellingen op. Ik zit dan op 462 meter hoogte en ik moet nog naar 780. Ik heb me vanmorgen voorgenomen om rustig aan te doen, tenslotte heb ik de hele dag. Dus ik stop om de paar kilometer om op adem te komen en als het te steil wordt, stap ik af en loop een paar honderd meter.

Om iets over twee ben ik in Skei. Dat hele Skei is niet zo bijzonder, het is een skiresort en je ziet er vooral chalets. Maar goed, waar ga ik slapen? De camping ziet er vreselijk uit, daar staan caravans hutje mutje. Bovendien, ik ben gewoon misselijk van de inspanning en heb geen zin in kamperen, ik wil luxe en mijn lijf in de watten leggen.

Er zit een huttenverhuur, maar een nachtje hut kost 130 euro. Als ik zeg dat ik dat te duur vind, zakken ze naar 110, maar het hotel heeft kamers voor 90, dus het wordt een kamer met ligbad! Daar zal ik vanavond de gemartelde spieren en pezen eens te weken leggen. Als ik in de lift in de spiegel naar mijn spillebenen kijk, dan denk ik, het is toch een wonder van de schepping dat ik met die kraanvogelpoten zo’n fiets met bepakking omhoog weet te krijgen!

Afstand: 44 km

Tijd 5:24

Afstand tot de Noordkaap zoals een kraanvogel vliegt: 1287 km

[levisgeekstuff]

Marvel en DC crossovers

In de VS verschijnen binnenkort 2 nieuwe omnibussen met daarin alle crossovers tussen Marvel en DC. Voor je je naar de winkel rept: de kans is groot dat je best wel wat van die verhalen al in je Nederlandstalige comic collectie hebt zitten 😉. Een overzicht 👉

De eerste crossovers

Midden jaren ‘70 hadden Marvel en DC voor de eerste keer samengewerkt om de filmspecial van ‘Wizard of Oz’ uit te geven. Dat zorgde ervoor dat beide concurrenten tijdelijk wat vriendelijker tegenover elkaar stonden en er nieuwe mogelijkheden ontstonden. Op die manier kwam de eerste ‘Superman versus The Amazing Spider-Man’ crossover tot stand. En goed nieuws, die verscheen in 1976 ook in het Nederlands als losse ‘Superman en Spinneman’ album bij Classics.

Enkele jaren later zou in de VS nog een ‘Batman verus Hulk’ verschijnen. Nog in de jaren ‘80 volgden dan plannen voor een Justice League/Avengers en een New Teen Titans/X-Men crossover. Die laatste verscheen toen inderdaad. Op de eerste bleek het door allerlei problemen uiteindelijk nog 20 jaar wachten. Helaas zijn deze nooit in België en Nederland verschenen. Al is er misschien nog hoop om deze uitgaven ooit in de DC Classics reeks van Dark Dragon Books te zien? 

Wat we in die periode wél nog kregen was de ontmoeting tussen Superman en Spiderman uit de ‘Marvel Treasury Edition featuring Superman and Spider-Man 1’. Deze fraaie strip door Jim Shooter, Marv Wolfman en John Buscema werd één van de allereerste uitgaven van Juniorpress. En alsof dat nog niet bijzonder genoeg was, verscheen dit album op een reuzegroot formaat. Helaas ook wel met een slappe kaft, waardoor het zeer moeilijk is om hier een exemplaar van te vinden dat nog in perfecte staat is. 🙈

De jaren ‘90

In de loop van de jaren ‘90 verschenen er nog een heleboel crossovers tussen Marvel en DC. Hier kregen we helaas geen ‘Darkseid/Galactus’, ‘Green Lantern/Silver Silver’, ‘Batman/Daredevil’ en ‘Batman/Captain America’. 

Gelukkig verschenen in de Batman Special serie van Baldakijn Boeken wél enkele fijne confrontaties:

In Batman Special 24 werden beide delen van de Batman/Punisher crossover opgenomen. Het eerste deel is best de moeite, met fraai tekenwerk van John Romita Jr. In het tweede deel zien we AzBats het opnemen tegen de Punisher. Net iets minder leuk vind ik zelf.

De dubbele confrontatie tussen Batman en Spiderman werd opgenomen in Batman Special 25 en 28. In beide nummers mooi afgelikt tekenwerk van de vaste tekenaars van beide helden uit die periode: Mark Bagley en Graham Nolan. 

Amalgam

Het hoogtepunt van de Marvel/DC crossovers is natuurlijk de Amalgam periode. Wat begon als een ‘gewone’ crossover met ‘DC versus Marvel’ kwam tot een hoogtepunt met het ontstaan van een nieuw universum waarin helden van beide uitgevers samensmolten tot nieuwe personages. Wat dacht je van een kruising tussen Batman en Wolverine als Dark Claw? Of Superman en Captain America als Super Soldier? Je merkt het, deze uitgaven staan bol van de jaren ‘90 gekheid. Maar het is wel nog steeds vermakelijk. Extra leuk is dat het grootste deel van deze comics ook in het Nederlands zijn verschenen in de Juniorpress serie ‘DC Versus Marvel’.

Checklist

Superman en Spinneman (Classics, 1976)

Superman en Spiderman (Juniorpress, 1981)

Batman Special 24, 25, 28 (Baldakijn Boeken, 1995-1997)

DC Versus Marvel 1-9 (Juniorpress, 1997)

[michelristenpattsworld]

Hope nope

But staying alive is enough worth living for

My life as a musician

In de jaren ‘90 was ‘t:

Muziek maken en een hoop leuke dingen doen..Maar:

Waarom slaat het nou niet aan? Veel spelen en vooral: blijven hopen, doorzetten en niet zeiken.

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2000-2015:

Hoopte ik alleen nog maar dat ik met muziek maken zonder uitkering zou kunnen rondkomen. En wie weet..een beetje spelen met eigen muziek en goede muzikanten. Dat lukte gedeeltelijk..Maar wel met elke keer de angst je huis uitgezet te worden. En ten koste van elke denkbare vriendschap.

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2023

Ik hoop alleen nog maar dat ik in leven blijf.

Such a beautiful decline..

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And I, I've been lonely

And I, I've been blind

And I, I've learned nothing

So my hands are firmly tied

To the sinking lead weight of failure

I've worked hard all my life

Money slips through my hands

My face in the mirror tells me

It's no surprise that I am

Pushing the stone up the hill of failure

And they tempt me with violence

And they punish me with ideals

And they crush me with an image of my life

That's nothing but unreal

Except on the goddamned slave ship of failure

And I'll drown here trying

To get up for some air

But each time I think I breathe

I'm laid on with a double share

Of the punishing burden of failure

I don't deserve to be down here

But I'll never leave

And I, I've learned one thing

You can't escape the beast

In the null and void pit of failure

Hmm-hmm-hmm

When I get my hands on some money

I'll kiss its green skin

And I'll ask its dirty face

"Where the hell have you been?"

"I'm the fuel that fires the engines of failure"

And I'll be old and broken down

And I'll forget who and where I am

I'll be senile, or forgotten

But I'll remember and understand

You can bank your hard-earned money on failure

I saw my father crying

I saw my mother break her hand

On a wall that wouldn't weep

But that certainly held in

The mechanical moans of a dying man who was a failure

My back hurts me when I bend

'Cause I carry a load

And my brain hurts like a knife-hole

'Cause I've yet to be shown

How to pull myself out from the sucking quicksand of failure

Hmm-hmm-hmm

Some people lie in Hell

Many bastards succeed

But I, I've learned nothing

I can't even elegantly bleed

Out the poison blood of failure

[greensparty]

Album Reviews: Chris Shiflett / Duff McKagan / The Rolling Stones

This week I got to review new solo albums from members of two of my favorite bands as well as the newest album from one of my favorite legendary bands!

Chris Shiflett Lost at Sea

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Guitarist Chris Shiflett has to be the hardest working man in music. When I say hardest-working musician, I mean it: In addition to his “day job” as the guitarist for Foo Fighters, he is the host of the Walking the Floor podcast, just started a vodcast Shred with Shifty and he is an accomplished solo artist as well. Although he has been with Foo Fighters since 1999, Shiflett has roots in the punk world from his work with No Use for a Name and Me First and the Gimme Gimmes. Since joining FF, he has also explored side projects including Jackson United and The Dead Peasants. His 2017 album West Coast Town had some solid tunes and the title track made my Best Songs of 2017 list. In 2019 he released Hard Lessons (read my review here) and I included it on my Best Albums of 2019 list. With his solo albums he has explored his passion for country, but rock finds its way in quite often. In July 2018, I was lucky enough to see Shiflett do an intimate acoustic concert at City Winery in Boston (read my concert review here) only a night before he played Fenway Park with Foo Fighters (both shows tied for my #1 Concert of 2018). Seeing both shows in one weekend was super exciting to see his musical range of bringing it at a stadium rock show as well as a smaller club show. Now only a few months after Foo Fighters' newest album But Here We Are and I saw them at Boston Calling, Shiflett is releasing his newest solo album Lost at Sea on Blue Elan Records this week.

me with Chris Shiflett at his City Winery Boston show on 7/20/2018 (I met him previously at the band's in-store at HMV in NYC on 11/1/1999 shortly after he joined)

It goes without saying, he knows his stuff with guitar. These side and solo projects show him letting loose in ways he can't with Foo Fighters (they have done acoustic songs but not country). I'm by no means the biggest country fan, but I can certainly appreciate the genre when it's really good and Shiflett truly has a passion for old school country. He recorded the album in Nashville with superstar producer Jaren Johnston. But as always, his rock side comes out in doses here and there. There's also a sense of humor that comes out on these songs too. I'm looking forward to seeing Foo Fighters at Fenway Park next Summer and I can only hope that Shiflett slips in an acoustic show of these Lost at Sea songs the night before, similar to what he did in 2018.

For info on Lost at Sea

3.5 out of 5 stars

Duff McKagan Lighthouse

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I've always found Duff McKagan to be an interesting musical figure in that he’s always had one foot into the alt-rock world from his Seattle roots in the 80s pre-dating the grunge explosion and one foot in the metal world from the L.A. Sunset scene with Guns N' Roses in the 80s. When he was only a teen in the early 80s he played in numerous Seattle bands including The Fastbacks and The Living (read my 2021 profile of the band when they reissued their album). When he moved to L.A. he began playing bass and eventually joined GNR, becoming one of the biggest bands on the planet from the late 80s to the early 90s. Duff even sang lead vocals on "So Fine" on Use Your Illusion II (read my review of the 2022 Use Your Illusion box set). I was lucky enough to see them in Sept. 1992 when they co-headlined Foxborough Stadium with Metallica. What a show that was! He has also played in a number of super groups, but he's no stranger to alt-rock: he has played with members of Jane's Addiction, Stone Temple Pilots, Pearl Jam, Screaming Trees, and many many more. For a profile of McKagan check out the 2016 documentary It’s So Easy and Other Lies (read my interview with the doc director Christopher Duddy here). In addition to GNR, Neurotic Outsiders, Velvet Revolver and too many to fit into this space, Duff has also released a few solo albums since 1993. This week sees the release of his third official solo album Lighthouse (4th if you count the unreleased 1999 album Beautiful Disease).

With this new solo album, he recorded it in his Seattle home studio. Since Duff has a ton of musician friends, there are some notable appearances including GNR bandmate Slash, Alice In Chains' Jerry Cantrell, and Iggy Pop. I wouldn't say the album is bad by any means, but there's nothing that really jumps out the way that 2019's "Tenderness" (off the album of that same name) did. It's cool that Duff is evolving as a songwriter, singer and all around musician, but I wished it would have more face-melters. But this is a grower, where each time you listen you notice more and it gets better. Ask me for my rating a few months from now and it might be higher!

For info on Duff McKagan

3 out of 5 stars

The Rolling Stones Hackney Diamonds

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This marks a historic achievement in the history of this blog! You see, I've had the pleasure of reviewing reissues, live and compilation albums from The Rolling Stones, including Live at El Mocambo, A Bigger Bang: Live on Copacabana Beach, Steel Wheels Live, On Air, Beggars Banquet, Their Satanic Majesties Request, The Rolling Stones Rock and Roll Circus, Let It Bleed, Goats Head Soup and Tattoo You. But this marks the very first time I've gotten to review a new studio album from The Stones. Their 26th U.S. studio album Hackney Diamonds drops today. It is their first album since 2016's Blue and Lonesome (which I named my #4 Album of 2016). That blues covers album was their best since the 70s IMHO. But if we're talking original albums written by the Glimmer Twins of Mick Jagger and Keith Richards, this is their first original album since 2005's A Bigger Bang. But it also marks their first album since the 2021 death of longtime drummer Charlie Watts, who actually recorded two songs for this album before he died (sessions began in 2019).

In a way it's kind of fitting that I reviewed all three albums in one review this week. Chris Shiflett and Foo Fighters have opened for The Rolling Stones and the band backed up Mick Jagger when he was on SNL in 2012. Duff McKagan and Guns N' Roses opened for The Rolling Stones in 1989. But I digress. In addition to the bond of Jagger, Richards, and Ronnie Wood, there's the tracks that Charlie Watts plays on as well as his touring replacement Steve Jordan (Stones fans know him for his work with Keith Richards and the X-Pensive Winos) and bassist Darryl Jones, who has been touring with the band since 1993. There's guest appearances from Elton John, Stevie Wonder, Lady Gaga, Sir Paul McCartney (Sir Paul and Jagger have had a playful rivalry in the press over the years, but there's nothing but respect both have for each other), and most impressive of all is an appearance from former Stones bassist Bill Wyman, who left the band in 1992. There are some serious bangers on this album! My goodness - something has lit a fire under them to make an album this good when all members are in their 70s or 80s. Co-producer Andrew Watt (who produced Eddie Vedder's excellent solo album Earthling) also co-wrote a few songs with Jagger and Richards. There is a chance I'm just blown away by a new Stones album that is better than expected and in a few years I won't be as blown away, but I will say this: I stand by Blue and Lonesome being their best album since the 70s, but if we're talking original studio albums, this is their best album since 1981's Tattoo You. It's like a full circle album of the band re-visiting blues, hard rock, disco and R&B. The guest stars definitely are a treat, but it's that sense of a band 60+ years into their career making a rocker of an album reminding fans what we loved about them to begin with. Amen!

For info on Hackney Diamonds

4.5 out of 5 stars

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