#john devore

[judgingbooksbycovers]

Theatre Kids: A True Tale of Off-Off Broadway

By John DeVore.

[travsd]

For International 'Zine Month: On Some Close-to-Home Theatre 'Zines

July is International ‘Zine Month! The occasion has inspired a little navel gazing, for in those dim dark days before blogging was available, ‘zines were the only way many of us could self-publish with total freedom, and I myself plunged into that wonderful madness for a time. And like anything else, it has a history. There will be some of you who already don’t know what I’m talking about.…

[rabbitcruiser]

Yellowknife, NWT (No. 2)

The city's population, which is ethnically mixed, was 20,340 per the 2021 Canadian Census. Of the eleven official languages of the Northwest Territories, five are spoken in significant numbers in Yellowknife: Dene Suline, Dogrib, South and North Slavey, English, and French. In the Dogrib language, the city is known as Sǫǫ̀mbak’è (Athapascan pronunciation: [sõːᵐbakʼe], "where the money is").

The Yellowknife settlement is considered to have been founded in 1934, after gold was found in the area, although commercial activity in the present-day waterfront area did not begin until 1936. Yellowknife quickly became the centre of economic activity in the NWT, and was named the capital of the Northwest Territories in 1967. As gold production began to wane, Yellowknife shifted from being a mining town to a centre of government services in the 1980s. However, with the discovery of diamonds north of the city in 1991, this shift began to reverse. In recent years, tourism, transportation, and communications have also emerged as significant Yellowknife industries.

Source: Wikipedia

[the-offside-rule]

Sam & Dean Winchester (Supernatural) - Merry Christmas, Kid

Christmas: From The Vault

25 Days of Christmas

Warnings: mentions of k!lling

Italics - flashback

The wind howled outside the rundown motel as the Winchester siblings trudged through the door, cold and weary after a long hunt. Y/n tossed her bag near the door and collapsed onto the creaky sofa couch. She reached down to untie her boots, her fingers fumbling with the laces as she half-listened to her brothers’ banter. "Man, that werewolf had some nerve trying to take a chunk out of me." Dean grumbled, pulling off his jacket and throwing it over a chair. "You mean after you tripped over that log and practically served yourself up on a platter?" Sam shot back, grinning as he dropped his duffle by the table. "Hey, I had it handled!" Dean huffed.

"Sure, Dean." Y/n murmured, her words slurred with sleep as she kicked off her boots. She stretched out on the couch, her eyes fluttering shut despite the conversation flowing around her. "How are you not passed out already?" Sam asked, glancing her way. "Superpower." She mumbled, a small smile tugging at her lips before she succumbed to sleep.

The creaky motel door opened, and the Winchester boys stepped inside, tired and sore after the hunt. The familiar musty smell of cheap furniture and stale air filled the room, but something unexpected caught their attention. "Well, would you look at that." Dean said softly, dropping his duffle bag by the door.

In the middle of the small, cluttered living room, Y/n was sprawled across the ratty sofa, fast asleep. Scraps of colorful wrapping paper were scattered everywhere, along with a half-empty roll of tape and a pair of blunt scissors. A couple of oddly shaped presents sat on the table, wrapped with the enthusiasm of a child but not much skill. Sam chuckled lightly. "She really went all out, huh?"

Before Dean could reply, the door swung open behind them, and John Winchester entered, his boots heavy on the worn carpet. His sharp eyes swept over the scene, landing on the mess. "For crying out loud." He muttered, running a hand through his graying hair. "Now I gotta clean all this up." Dean frowned, his jaw tightening. "It’s fine, Dad. She was just trying to do something nice."

"Yeah, well, maybe she should’ve stayed awake to finish it." John snapped, shaking his head. Sam scoffed, unable to hold back. "You can always count on you to ruin a nice thing." John froze, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "Watch your tone, Sammy." He growled, his voice low and warning. But Sam didn’t back down. "It’s Christmas Eve. Can’t you let it go for once?"

John’s face darkened, and without another word, he grabbed his jacket and stormed out, slamming the door behind him. The room shook with the force of it, and an uneasy silence followed. Dean sighed heavily, rubbing a hand down his face. "Well, that went great." From the sofa, a small voice broke the quiet. "Did I ruin Christmas?"

Y/n stirred sometime later to the faint sound of rustling. She cracked an eye open, barely moving, and saw her brothers. Sam was by the window, arranging something on a spindly pine tree that looked like it had been hacked from the woods outside. He was stringing it with mismatched odds and ends—charms, bottle caps, and even a shoelace. Dean stood at the kitchenette, muttering curses under his breath as he fumbled with the microwave. "Quiet, Dean." Sam whispered sharply. "You're gonna wake her."

"It's not my fault this thing's ancient!" Dean hissed back, shaking a packet of hot cocoa mix like it had personally offended him. Sam rolled his eyes and stalked over. "Give me that. You're hopeless."

"No, you're hopeless!" Dean relatialted. "Me? I'm devorating and you cant even make a simple cup of hot cocoa." Sam whisper shouted. "Its not the making it, its the opening it!" A scuffle broke out, hushed but no less ridiculous, as they wrestled over the cocoa packet. Dean jabbed at Sam with an elbow, Sam retaliated with a swat to Dean’s head, and the powder burst open, spilling onto the counter. Y/n bit her lip to stifle a laugh, deciding not to ruin the surprise. She closed her eyes and drifted back into sleep.

Dean quickly shook his head and walked over, kneeling in front of her. "No way, kiddo. You didn’t ruin anything. Dad’s just…stressed, that’s all." Sam came to sit beside her, nudging her shoulder gently. "Dean’s right. You did great." She hesitated, then reached for the gifts on the table. "I, um… I got you guys something."

Sam and Dean exchanged a look before sitting down on either side of her. She handed them each a package, wrapped with far too much tape and uneven folds. Dean tore into his first, pulling out a comb. He raised an eyebrow before realizing it doubled as a pocket knife when he slid the end off. He let out a low whistle. "This is awesome, Y/n. How’d you manage this?"

Sam opened his next, revealing a thick book. He ran a hand over the cover, his lips quirking into a smile when he read the title: Law Basics for Beginners. "I know you want to go to college and be a lawyer." Y/n said shyly. "So I figured… this might help." Sam looked at her with a mix of pride and surprise. "It’s perfect. But seriously, how’d you afford all this?" She grinned mischievously. "I went caroling on doorsteps. The suckers gave me money." Dean burst out laughing, ruffling her hair. "That’s my girl."

As Dean laughed, his gaze drifted to the table. Among the mess of wrapping supplies, he saw a small handmade frame, carefully constructed from sticks and twine. Inside was a family photo—John, Mary, young Dean, and Sam. Dean picked it up, his throat tightening. "Is this… for Dad?" Y/n nodded. "I thought he might like it. I know I’m not in it, but—"

Dean cut her off, pulling her into a hug. "It’s perfect. He’ll love it." Pulling back, Dean reached into his jacket pocket. "Speaking of gifts, I got you something too." He pulled out a small amulet on a leather cord and dangled it in front of her. "What’s it do?" she asked, turning it over in her fingers. "It’s anti-possession. Keeps demons out. And it looks cool, too." Dean said with a grin as he placed it around the neck. Y/n beamed, immediately putting it on. "I’ll wear it forever."

Sam reached into his own bag and handed her a small flask. "Here. It’s for holy water. You know, just in case you ever go on a hunt with us." She hugged them both tightly. "I love you guys."

"We love you too, squirt." Dean said, ruffling her hair again. "You should probably go to bed though. It's getting late." Y/n nodded. "But this is my bed." She replied. "You know what, just for tonight you can sleep in mine. Too comfy for me anyway." She grinned and gave her brothers a kiss on the cheek before she hopped off the couch and into Dean's bed, promptly shutting her eyes and falling back to sleep.

When she woke again, it was to the smell of cocoa and the sight of her brothers seated at the rickety motel table. Dean had on a slightly askew Santa hat, and Sam’s was tilted just right, naturally. Between them sat steaming mugs of hot chocolate, the pine tree now proudly decorated in all its patchwork glory. Y/n sat up, blinking in mock surprise. "Wow. What’s all this?" Dean squinted at her. "You didn’t already see this, did you?"

"What? No!" Y/n said, her voice a little too high-pitched. Sam raised an eyebrow. "Liar." She sighed. "Okay, fine, I might’ve peeked. A little." Sam grinned and reached behind him, pulling out a hastily wrapped present. "Here. We picked this up in the last town."

Y/n tore into the paper to reveal a Barbie. Sam's face dropped as he saw the gift, Dean cluld only look on amused. "I'm a little old for Barbie, dont you think?" She looked up, her heart swelling at the effort they’d made. "I- I didn't think it'd be that." Sam replied awkwardly. "And what's you think it would be? Maybe a Ken doll instead-" Sam nudged him hard. "I love it." She said sincerely. Dean laughed. "Yeah, well, thank Sam. He’s the one who thought visiting a mall Santa was a good idea." Sam shrugged. "Hey, it worked, didn’t it?"

Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out a pistol. "Here, kid. Merry Christmas."

"Dean!" Sam scolded, nudging him hard. "What? It's practical!" Y/n laughed, cradling both the doll and the gun. "Thanks, guys." She got up and joined them at the table, wrapping her hands around the warm mug of cocoa. "So-" She said after a sip. "When are we heading out to catch that vampire?" Dean arched a brow as he put his cup down. "We’re not. It’s Christmas. Even bloodsuckers get the day off." Sam nodded. "It’s probably not much of a threat today. People won’t be out."

Y/n shook her head firmly. "The sooner we kill it, the sooner we get back here. Let’s go." Dean and Sam exchanged a look, one of those unspoken moments of agreement that only siblings could share. Dean chuckled and shook his head. "No DNA test needed. You’re definitely a Winchester."

When John finally returned, he reeked of alcohol, his steps heavy and uneven. He stopped short when he saw Dean sitting at the table, the handmade frame in front of him. "What’s your problem?" John asked, his tone gruff. Dean stood, holding up the frame. "This. This is my problem. You nearly ruined her Christmas like always."

John’s face hardened. "I didn’t—"

"She’s not even in this picture, but she still made it for you." Dean snapped. "The least you could do is not be so selfish for once." John stared at the frame, his expression unreadable. After a long pause, he sighed and walked over to Y/n’s bed. Gently, he shook her awake. "Hey, kiddo." He said softly. She blinked up at him, surprised.

"I’m sorry." John said, holding up the frame. "This… this is really nice. Thank you." Her face lit up, and he smiled faintly before pulling a pristine white-handled gun from his bag. "This is for you." He said, placing it in her hands. "It’s to protect you. Tomorrow morning, I’ll teach you how to make salt-lined bullets."

Y/n’s excitement was palpable. "Really? Thanks, Dad!" She hugged him before settling back into bed, clutching her new gun like it was a teddy bear. John turned to Dean, who was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. "Happy now?" Dean sighed. "A little."

"Good. Merry Christmas, Dean." John said as he walked over to his bed and lay down, almost immediately falling asleep. Dean sighed and stared at the frame on the table. He missed how Christmas used to be; his mom, dad and Sam just enjoying Christmas, laughing, no demons or monsters. He wpuld give anything to go back to those days. His gaze shufted to Y/n asleep. He thought that maybe- just maybe- Y/n is the only reason he wouldn't go back. Because what would be Christmas without his little sister?

[bebemoon]

look for the name: GLENNA

@sage9991

christian dior by john galliano taupe devore cowl-neck gown

{hair & beauty} romantic makeup and knotted tresses @ antonio marras a/w 2o17

antique silver italian renaissance-revival figural panel "peruzzi" choker necklace

jean desprez "votre main" eau de parfum (released in 193o)

marc jacobs purple croc-embossed leather multi-strap "kiki" platform pumps

[e3rt]

If you don’t mind giving songs I would give you your characters (as describing) (no doubt I feel like this suits them you could have different opinions but it’s ok)

Jeff - leaving tonight by The neighbourhood /come back by angel vox (I think the vibe ) /cigarets out of the window by tv girl / teenage whore by Hole•pretty on inside / cassie eats cockroaches by acidbath / Daddy issues by theneighbourhood / molly by Mindless Self indulgence /seventeen by Ladytron

Liu -not allowed by tv girl / Empathy by crystal castles /demolition love by Mychemical Romance/ Dai the fu by deftones/break stuff by Limp bizkit / theneighbourhood / For the last time by в последний раз- Ensemble fun guys /Aneurysm by Nirvana / spit by Kittie / Undone by The sweater song / Nice guy by GRWood / Hold on till may by Pierce the Veil,Lindsey, stamey

Jane - ptolemaea by Ethel cain / Bisexual By GRWood / Weird girl by Mommy long legs / Rebel girl by Bikini Kill / Body By mother mother / Tantraum girl by Violent Vira / I’ll die anyway by girl in red / we say goodbye by Solya / Little miss by bôa / blow my brains out by tikkle me / Alison by Slowdive / freak by Lana del rey

and finally Jtk rewrite : watermelon by John Q and Jane Q / Safe in you’re skin by Title fight / A quick one before the Eternal Worm Devorous /Cruel world by Lana del rey and last Life Ain’t Fair and the World is Mean

That’s for all this is long playlist but it’s worth it and it suits all of them :) byeee!!

Wow thank you for putting this together!! So sick!

[nevenkebla]

Un nuevo heraldo

Fantastic Four (1961) #244 John Byrne (Escritor, dibujante)

— Galactus: ¿Y bien, Reed Richards? ¿Tu búsqueda ha dado los frutos deseados? — Reed Richards: Solo unos minutos más, Galactus, y lo sabremos… ¡Ahí! Correlacionando cada fragmento de información sobre los planetas que tienen registrada nuestros escáneres, he descubierto no menos de seis mundos posibles. Todos repletos con esa energía singular, compatible con la vida, pero sin ninguna clase de población. Perfectos para ti. — Galactus: Leo en tu mente las coordenadas espaciales de esos mundos. Están demasiado lejos para que yo llegue hasta ellos en mi estado actual si no resultan adecuados. El dilema permanece sin resolver. Debo consumir las energías de vuestra tierra… o debéis matarme y acabar para siempre con mi hambre. — Reed Richards: Eso no lo puedo aceptar, Galactus. ¡Debe haber una tercera alternativa! — Frankie Raye: ¡La hay! Hay una tercera alternativa, Galactus, y yo puedo dártela. — Reed Richards: ¿Frankie? ¿Qué estás…?

— Johnny Storm: Eh, vamos, cielo. No sé qué crees que estás tramando, pero si a Reed no se le ha ocurrido una respuesta, es imposible que a ti sí. — Frankie Raye: No seas tan condescendiente, Johnny. Tengo la respuesta. Una respuesta que solo yo puedo dar… o que pueda querer dar. He estado estudiando los archivos de los Cuatro Fantásticos. Lo sé todo sobre ti, Galactus, y sé cómo Norrin Radd te permitió que lo transformases en tu primer heraldo, Silver Surfer, para que no devorases su planeta Zenn-La. Te hago la misma oferta. No devores la Tierra, Galactus, y llévame como tu nuevo heraldo. — Galactus: ¿Sí? — Johnny Storm: ¡Frankie, no! ¿Te has vuelto loca? ¿Tienes idea de lo que estás haciendo? — Frankie Raye: No te metas en esto, Johnny. Sé exactamente lo que hago. — Reed Richards: No creo que de verdad lo sepas, Frankie. Como Heraldo de Galactus, tu trabajo consistirá en encontrar mundos que alimenten su hambre constante. Y me temo que hay pocos planetas con energía sustentadora de vida, pero sin habitar. Inevitablemente, llegará un momento en que tendrás que llevarlo a un mundo habitado. — Frankie Raye: ¿Y? ¿Unos cuantos monstruos de ojos saltones menos? ¿Qué es eso comparado con poder estar… ahí fuera?

— Galactus: Sus motivos al menos son aceptables. Demasiadas veces he escogido a un heraldo que vino a mí con un noble propósito. Esa pureza de corazón no es adecuada para los trabajos que mis heraldos deben llevar a cabo. Por eso escogí a Terrax, un hombre de moral corrupta y naturaleza malévola. Pero eso resultó en mi contra. Pero esta mujer tiene sus propios motivos y me convencen. — Reed Richards: ¡No! ¡Frankie es casi un miembro más de los Cuatro Fantásticos! Y aunque no lo fuese, mi responsabilidad hacia ella no me permitiría estar de acuerdo con esto. Lo prohíbo, Galactus. Completamente. — Galactus: Si la escojo como mi heraldo, no podrás evitarlo, Reed Richards. Pero es irrelevante. No tengo la energía para darle poder. — Frankie Raye: No necesito que me des poder, Galactus. ¡Ya tengo suficiente! ¡Llamas a mí! — Galactus: Entonces, acepto tu oferta, Frankie Raye. Serás mi heraldo… pero antes debo adaptarte para el papel que has escogido…

— Johnny Storm: ¡Frankie! ¡No! ¡No nos hagas esto! ¡Por favor! — Reed Richards: ¡Johnny, atrás! Esa energía podría ser dañina para quien no participe de ella directamente. — Susan Storm: Proyectaré una burbuja invisible de fuerza. No sé si bloqueará energía de Galactus, pero… — Ben Grimm: ¡Ay! ¡Miradlo! ¡Está todo iluminado como si fuese de una peli de Cecil B. DeMille! Tiene que haber algo que podamos hacer, Reed. — Reed Richards: No… lo hay. La decisión nunca ha sido nuestra. Solo de Frankie… y ya la ha tomado. — Galactus: ¡Óyeme, mortal! Nota a Galactus en tu mente. No huyas de mi presencia. Solo Galactus puede guiarte con seguridad a través de los pasillos de la locura mientras tu humanidad desaparece… ¡Para ser reemplazada por algo mayor! La mujer que eras ya no existe. Los aspectos mundanos de tu existencia son insustanciales. La criatura que una vez se llamó Frankie Raye ha renacido… ¡Ahora y para siempre, serás el heraldo de Galactus!

[jxrm]

book log - 2024

diva by daisy goodwin

the heiress by rachel hawkins

only if you’re lucky by stacy willingham

the chateau by jaclyn goldis

just stay away by tony wirt

the other mothers by katherine faulker

middle of the night by riley sager

the disappearance of astrid bricard by natasha lester

every time i go in vacation, someone dies by catherine mack

the last caretaker by jessica strawser

just for the summer by abby jimenez

house of glass by sarah pekkanen

the mayor of maxwell street by avery cunningham

first lie wins by ashley elston

the phoenix crown by kate quinn

murder road by simone st. james

the fury by alex michaelides

happiness falls by angie kim

the house of last resort by christopher golden

run rose run by dolly parton

the chalice of the gods by rick riordan

there should have been right by nalini singh

the mysterious case of the alperton angels by janice hallet

darling girls by sally hepworth

the pieces around us by leigh fields

love, theoretically by ali hazelwood

the teacher by frieda mcfadden

x by jack croxell

iron flame by rebecca yarros

the only suspect by louise candlish

throwback by maurene goo

the housemaid is watching by frieda mcfadden

zara hossain is here by sabina khan

slice by angie caedis

the ways of the dead by neely tucker

orphan train by christina baker

a court of silver flames by sarah j. mass

come and get it by kiley reid

the drowning woman by robyn harding

when i bleed: poems about endometriosis by maggie bowyer

the house in the pines by ana reyes

only say good things by crystal hefner

the mother-in-law by sally hepworth

daughter of mine by megan miranda

lore olympus: volume four by rachel smythe

this time it’s real by ann liang

anna o by matthew blake

the girl with the louding voice by abi dare

where the forest meets the stars by glendy vanderah

a friend in the dark by samantha m. bailey

the wife app by carolyn mackler

howl’s moving castle by diana wynne jones

the spanish love deception by elena armas

divide by jessa russo

lies and weddings by kevin kwan

the foxhole victory tour by amy lynn green

dying to tell by keri beevis

my father, the panda killer by jamie jo hoang

the wedding party by l.r. jones

girl gone mad by avery bishop

starter wife by bethany lopez

the queens of new york by e.l. shen

theater lovers by ciara blume

once upon a broken heart by stephanie garber

the surrogate mother by frieda mcfadden

crying in h mart by michelle zauner

don’t forget to write by sara goldman confino

the next girl by carla kovach

the paradise problem by christina lauren

ivy league liars by grace costello

every summer after by carley fortune

the ballad of never after by stephanie garber

a curse of true love by stephanie garber

the devil’s storybooks by natalie babbit

expiration dates by rebecca serle

the murmur of bees by sofia segovia

growing up hadley by dana harp

the vacation by john marrs

rum punch regrets by anna kemp

the five-star weekend by elin hilderbrand

people to follow by olivia worley

the treasure hunters club by tom ryan

you shouldn’t be here by lauren thoman

trophy wife by bethany lopez

seven summers by paige toon

veridian sterling fakes it by jennifer gooch

the friendship club by robyn carr

women of good fortune by sophie wan

the smuggler’s apprentice of guatemala by lachlan page

this summer will be different by carley fortune

natural selection by elin hilderbrand

the passengers by john marrs

asap by axie oh

island of shadows by christopher kvintus

swan song by elin hilderbrand

lore olympus: volume five by rachel smythe

blue hawaiian by carla luna

the villain edit by laurie devore

hermione granger and the order of the phoenix by sara baines-miller

the hotel nantucket by elin hilderbrand

bummer camp by ann garvin

pink glass houses by asha elias

cut and thirst by margaret atwood

the exception to the rule by christina lauren

#crimetime by jeneva rose

incidents around the house by josh malerman

the mistress by valerie keogh

kiki’s delivery service by eiko kadono

when we were friends by jane green

the honey-don’t list by christina lauren

worst wingman ever by abby jimenez

the perfect couple by elin hilderbrand

home is where the bodies are by jeneva rose

the only good indians by stephen graham jones

roar by cecelia ahern

the wedding people by alison espach

look in the mirror by catherine steadman

fit to die by daniel kalla

uglies by scott westerfield

hideaway by nicole lundrigan

the fortune teller by natasha boydell

crazy rich asians by kevin kwan

the wish by nicholas sparks

how the penguins saved veronica by hazel prior

the plus one by s. c. lalli

the haters by robyn harding

china rich girlfriend by kevin kwan

rich people problems by kevin kwan

the haunting of moscow house by olesya salnikova gilmore

the lonely hearts book club by lucy gilmore

the measure by nikki erlick

somewhere beyond the sea by tj klume

adam and evie’s matchmaking tour by nora nguyen

i was a teenage slasher by stephen graham jones

here one moment by liane moriarity

badass bonita by kim guerra

zetas till we die by amber and danielle brown

shred sisters by betsy learner

one of the girls by lucy clarke

society of lies by lauren ling brown

the radius of us by marie marquardt

fantasticland by mike bockoven

sheets by brenna thummler

the boyfriend by frieda mcfadden

delicates by brenna thummler

no one will know by rose carlyle

lights by brenna thummler

counting miracles by nicholas sparks

the night we lost him by laura dave

ghost stories by ron ripley

the hitchcock hotel by stephanie wrobel

for better or cursed by kate williams

the last one at the wedding by jason rekulak

creation lake by rachel kushner

like mother, like daughter by kimberly mccreight

libby lost and found by stephanie booth

the nosy neighbour by nita prose

needy little things by channelle desamours

the reappearance of rachel price by holly jackson

not another love song by julie soto

we used to live here by marcus kliewer

the stillwater girls by minka kent

yours for the taking by gabrielle korn

52 weeks and a party of one by bianca pensy aba

youthjuice by e.k. sathue

the manicurist’s daughter by susan lieu

the invisible life of addie larue by victoria e. schwab

the housekeeper’s wedding by frieda mcfadden

what does it feel like? by sophie kinsella

the anti-heroes by jen lancaster

the christmas book hunt by jenny colgan

christmas every day by beth moran

cruel winter with you by ali hazelwood

winter in paradise by elin hilderbrand

holiday hideaway by mary kay andrews

merry ever after by tessa bailey

what happens in paradise by elin hilderbrand

the widow's husband's secret lie by frieda mcfadden

trouble in paradise by elin hilderbrand

wrath of the triple goddess by rick riordan

deep dish by mary kay andrews

buried road by katie tallo

25 days by per jacobsen

please tell me by mike omer

[owlservice]

There are so gizmos in Bag of Bones that I don't understand and I couldn't envision at all.

I reached for the IBM’s rocker-switch, now remembering the day I had dropped my Word Six program into the PowerBook’s trash. [...] I lowered my hand and flicked the switch. The machine came on. The Courier ball did a preliminary twirl, like a ballet dancer standing in the wings, waiting to go on. I picked up a piece of paper, saw my sweaty fingers were leaving marks, and didn’t care. I rolled it into the machine, centered it, then wrote Chapter One and waited for the storm to break.

What the hell is an IBM Powerbook with a Courier Ball?

The stenographer wasn’t using one of those keyboards-on-a-post that look like adding machines, but a Stenomask, a gadget which fit over the lower half of his face. I had seen them before, but only in old black-and-white crime movies, the ones where Dan Duryea or John Payne is always driving around in a Buick with portholes on the sides, looking grim and smoking a Camel. Glancing over into the corner and seeing a guy who looked like the world’s oldest fighter-pilot was weird enough, but hearing everything you said immediately repeated in a muffled monotone was even weirder.

What the hell is a Stenomask?

His wheelchair hardly looked like a wheelchair at all. What it looked like was a motorcycle sidecar crossed with a lunar lander. Half a dozen chrome wheels ran along both sides. Bigger wheels—four of them, I think—ran in a row across the back. None looked to be exactly on the same level, and I realized each was tied into its own suspension-bed. Devore would have a smooth ride over ground a lot rougher than The Street. Above the back wheels was an enclosed engine compartment. Hiding Devore’s legs was a fiberglass nacelle, black with red pinstriping, that would not have looked out of place on a racing car. Implanted in the center of it was a gadget that looked like my DSS satellite dish . . . some sort of computerized avoidance system, I guessed. Maybe even an autopilot. The armrests were wide and covered with controls. Holstered on the left side of this machine was a green oxygen tank four feet long. A hose went to a clear plastic accordion tube; the accordion tube led to a mask which rested in Devore’s lap. It made me think of the old guy’s Stenomask. Coming on the heels of what had just happened, I might have considered this Tom Clancyish vehicle a hallucination, except for the bumper-sticker on the nacelle, below the dish. I BLEED DODGER BLUE, it said.

What the hell is this Professor X contraption? IN 1998?

[hifilounge]

DeVore Fidelity Gibbon X Speakers Now On Demo, Well Worth The Wait!

Hi All,

 I'm very Excited to say that we now have our demo DeVore Fidelity Gibbon X Speakers on permanent display in the HFL showrooms.

 I’ve been looking forward to listening to these for what seems like forever and I can honestly say they really have been worth the wait.

 They are beautifully built, gorgeous cabinetry I have to say and sound amazing, another winner from DeVore Fidelity, no surprise there eh, can’t wait to demo them to our customers. 

 Just waiting on our O/References to arrive in a couple of months and we will then have the full DeVore Fidelity range on permanent demo .

 DeVore have been extremely popular with our customers, rightly so as they are very special, so if you would like to come in for a listen anytime please feel free to get in touch to book an appointment.

 Please find a link to the full DeVore Fidelity range below as a few pictures of our new Gibbon X Speakers.

 All the best,

Paul.

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Everyone who snorts heroin for the first time gets violently ill. But not me. And to no surprise, I liked it. My heroin use began increasing and eventually I would become addicted. I could still work while on heroin, so I decided to up the ante to skin popping. But I wanted to learn how to shoot up. And I was a very creative junkie. When shooting up in my left hand didn't work anymore, I looked for veins in my ankle.

By now, my mom was married to a screenwriter named Gary DeVore - who was white, Jewish, and fifteen years younger than she was. Although my image conscious mother would have been all over me if she knew of my drug use, her attention was diverted elsewhere. I was grown, but I was still looking for a father figure and I was looking in all the wrong places. When I had a physical altercation with my boyfriend, we broke up.

Then I tried shooting brown heroin, which was supposed to be the creme de la creme of heroin. I was still performing. You can still work and function on heroin and do a good job, but then you cross this invisible line and everything starts falling apart. And I didn't even realize I'd crossed that border until too late. And withdrawal from heroin - there's nothing like it. You throw up, you sleep, you sweat, you're delirious, you're cold, and some folks even start hallucinating. If you get through those few days it's a miracle. You won't die from withdrawal, but you'll wish you were dying.

Soon afterwards, I moved to New York and met a guy named Ronnie who was a pimp and wanted to 'help me supplement my income.' I was hired as the come-on girl who would pique the interest of potential Johns. Once I'd made contact and Ronnie had concluded the final transaction, the real business would happen under the bridge - without me.

My first husband and I were trying to sell drugs, but we were using it all up instead. Eventually he and I started freebasing coke. I set up my own little laboratory in our home. I got so good at it that I developed a reputation as a 'gourmet cocaine chef' - I was called the Base Queen

-Natalie Cole

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Allison Janowski at DNC:

5:30 PM Call to Order Minyon Moore Chair of the 2024 Democratic National Convention Committee Gavel In The Honorable Veronica Escobar Member of the U.S. House of Representatives, Texas Invocation Everett Kelly National President of the American Federation of Government Employees Imam Muhammad Abdul-Aleem Masjidullah Mosque, West Oak Lane, PA Presentation of Colors Illinois State Police Honor Guard Pledge of Allegiance Luna Maring 6th Grader from Oakland, California Welcome Remarks The Honorable Veronica Escobar Member of the U.S. House of Representatives, Texas Joint Remarks Becky Pringle President of the National Education Association Randi Weingarten President of the American Federation of Teachers Remarks The Honorable Alex Padilla United States Senator, California

6:00 PM

Remarks The Honorable Marcia L. Fudge Former United States Secretary of Housing and Urban Development Remarks The Honorable Ted W. Lieu Member of the U.S. House of Representatives, California Remarks The Honorable Tammy Baldwin United States Senator, Wisconsin Remarks The Honorable Katherine Clark U.S. House of Representatives Democratic Whip Remarks The Honorable Joe Neguse U.S. House of Representatives Assistant Democratic Leader Remarks The Honorable Leonardo Williams Mayor of Durham, North Carolina Remarks The Honorable Raja Krishnamoorthi Member of the U.S. House of Representatives, Illinois Remarks The Honorable Bob Casey United States Senator, Pennsylvania Remarks The Honorable Elizabeth Warren United States Senator, Massachusetts Remarks: “Project 2025—Chapter Four: Making America Weaker and Less Secure” The Honorable Jason Crow Member of the U.S. House of Representatives, Colorado Remarks The Honorable Elissa Slotkin Member of the U.S. House of Representatives, Michigan Remarks The Honorable Pat Ryan Member of the U.S. House of Representatives, New York Remarks Reverend Al Sharpton Civil rights leader Joint Remarks from representatives of “the Central Park Five” The Honorable Dr. Yusef Salaam Member of the New York City Council Korey Wise Activist Raymond Santana Activist Kevin Richardson Activist

7:00 PM

Joint Remarks Amy Resner Former prosecutor and friend of Vice President Harris Karrie Delaney Director of Federal Affairs at the Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network Lisa Madigan Former Attorney General of Illinois Marc H. Morial President of the National Urban League Nathan Hornes Former student at Corinthian Colleges Tristan Snell Former New York State Assistant Attorney General Remarks The Honorable Maura Healey Governor of Massachusetts Remarks Courtney Baldwin Youth organizer and human trafficking survivor Remarks The Honorable Deb Haaland Remarks John Russell Content creator Remarks The Honorable Maxwell Alejandro Frost Member of the U.S. House of Representatives, Florida Remarks The Honorable Colin Allred Member of the U.S. House of Representatives, Texas Joint Remarks on “A New American Chapter” Anya Cook, Florida Craig Sicknick, New Jersey Gail DeVore, Colorado Juanny Romero, Nevada Eric, Christian, and Carter Fitts, North Carolina

8:00 PM

National Anthem The Chicks Host Introduction Kerry Washington Joint Remarks Meena Harris Ella Emhoff Helena Hudlin Remarks D.L. Hughley Remarks The Honorable Chris Swanson Sheriff of Genesee County, Michigan A Conversation on Gun Violence The Honorable Lucy McBath Member of the U.S. House of Representatives, Georgia Joined by Abbey Clements of Newton, Connecticut, Kim Rubio of Uvalde, Texas, Melody McFadden of Charleston, South Carolina, and Edgar Vilchez of Chicago, Illinois. Remarks The Honorable Gabrielle Giffords Former Member of the U.S. House of Representatives, Arizona Performance P!NK Remarks The Honorable Mark Kelly United States Senator, Arizona Remarks The Honorable Leon E. Panetta Former United States Secretary of Defense Remarks The Honorable Ruben Gallego Member of the U.S. House of Representatives, Arizona Remarks The Honorable Gretchen Whitmer Governor of Michigan

9:00 PM

Remarks Eva Longoria American actress and film producer Remarks The Honorable Adam Kinzinger Former Member of the U.S. House of Representatives, Illinois Remarks Maya Harris Remarks The Honorable Roy Cooper Governor of North Carolina Remarks The Honorable Kamala Harris Vice President of the United States

The speakers list for the 4th and final night of the DNC is here. The main speaker is Vice President and Democratic Presidential nominee Kamala Harris.

There could be a surprise guest or two.

Other notable speakers: Elizabeth Warren, Gretchen Whitmer, Ted Lieu, Tammy Baldwin, Al Sharpton, Roy Cooper, Gabby Giffords, Mark Kelly, and Maxwell Alejandro Frost

Performers: The Chicks, P!nk.

Illinois: Lisa Madigan, Raja Krishnamoorthi, Adam Kinzinger