So that's your sister?' asks Dee in a quiet voice. 'Yeah.' 'The one you risked your life for?' 'Yeah.' The twins nod politely in that automatic way that people do when they don't want to say something insulting. 'Your family any better?' I ask. Dee and Dum look at each other, assessing. 'Nah, ' says Dee. 'Not really, ' says Dum at the same time.
Dee checks to make sure his mic is turned off. 'It's not about common sense.' Dee surveys the crowd with some pride. Dum also checks to make sure his mic is off. 'It's not about logic or practicality or anything that makes a remote amount of sense.' He sports a wide grin. 'That's the whole point of a talent show, ' says Dee, doing a spin onstage. 'It's illogical, chaotic, stupid, and a whole hell of a lot of fun.' Dee nods to Dum. 'It's what sets us apart from monkeys. What other species puts on talent shows?
Don't take me for a fool!" Dee interrupted angrily, but then had to lean over the boat as another bout of nausea gripped him. Virginia grinned and winked at Josh. "It's hard to sound masterful when you're throwing up, isn't it?" "I hate you, Virginia Dare," Dee mumbled. "I know you don't really mean that," she said lightly. "I do," he croaked.
What's up with your hair?' I ask. 'Aren't you worried you'll be spotted by angels flying above with all that blue?' 'War paint, ' says Dee, fastening his seatbelt. 'Except it's in our hair instead of on our faces, ' says Dum, starting the engine. 'Because we're original like that.' 'Besides, are poisonous frogs worried about being spotted by birds?' asks Dee. 'Are poisonous snakes? They all have bright markings.' 'You're a poisonous frog now?' I ask. 'Ribbit.' He turns and flicks out his tongue at me. It's blue. My eyes widen. 'You dyed your tongue too?' Dee smiles. 'Nah. It's just Gatorade.' He lifts up a bottle half-full of blue liquid. 'Gotcha.' He winks. ''Hydrate or Die, ' man, ' says Dum as we turn onto El Camino Real. 'That's not Gatorade's marketing, ' says Dee. 'It's for some other brand.' 'Never thought I'd say this, ' says Dum, 'but I actually miss ads. You know, like 'Just Do It.' I never realized how much of life's good advice came from ads. What we really need now is for some industrious soul to put out a product and give us a really excellent saying to go with it. Like 'Kill 'Em All and Let God Sort 'Em Out.'' 'That's not an advertising jingle, ' I say. 'Only because it wasn't good advice back in the day, ' says Dum. 'Might be good advice now. Attach a product to it, and we could get rich.
We can't lose you, " she said after a few moments of awkward as hell silence. "You have to understand that we aren't doing this because we don't care about Kat. We're doing this because we love you." "But I love her, " I said without hesitation. Dee's eyes widened, probably since it was the first time she'd herd me say it out loud, well, about anyone other than my family. I wished I had said it more often, especially to Kat. Funny how that kind of shit always turns out in the end. While you're deep in something, you never say or do what you need to. It's always after the fact, when it's too late that you realize what you've should've said or done/ It couldn't be too late. I knew that. The fact that I was still alive was testament to that. Like Dee said, though, there were worse things than death.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
Right! Let's get on with it! All right... you... Will... have trained as apprentice to Ranger Halt of Redmont Fief these last five twelvemonths and blah blah blah and so on and so on. You've shown the necessary level of proficiency in the use of the weapons a Ranger uses- the longbow, the saxe knife, the throwing knife." He paused and glanced up Halt. "He has shown the proficiency, hasn't he? Of course he has, " he went on, before Halt could answer. "Furthermore, you are a trusted officer in the service of the King and so on and so on and hi diddle diddle dee dee... " He glanced up again. "These forms really do carry on a bit, don't they? But I have to make a pretense of reading them. And so forth and so on and such like." He paused, nodded several times, then continued. "So basically... " He flicked a few more pages, found the one he was after and then continued, "You are in all ways ready to assume the position and authority of a fully operational Ranger in the Kingdom of Araluen. Correct?" He glanced up again, his eyebrows raised. Will realized he was waiting for an answer. "Correct, " he said hastily, then in case that wasn't enough, he added, "Yes. I mean... I do... I am. Yes." "Well, good for you.
Coach Bruce Weber told me in a meeting that all I have to do is play pretty well. The rest of the guys are doing well now. It takes a lot of pressure off Dee and especially myself. Luther and Deron and all the assists and rebounds and all the points that were lost, somebody has to make them up. In reality, you can't do all that.
We have become a society that can't self-correct, that can't address its obvious problems, that can't pull out of its nosedive. And so to our list of disasters let us add this fourth entry: we have entered an age of folly that - for all our Facebooking and the twittling tweedle-dee-tweets of the twitterati - we can't wake up from.
You know when you see a gorgeous boy on the street and you say to your friend, "Look at him!" and then your friend makes a face like, ugly? We all have such totally varied tastes that someone is going to look at you and think, yum-yum dee-lish, no matter what you think you look like. You just have to learn to see what they see.
Cecily von Ziegesar
Who are you? Rabbit and Souris call you 'Alice, ' me and Dee call you 'Faye.' I just didn't know if 'Alice' was your poker-playing, Southern Hemisphere name or what. Hey, I'm just trying to fit in here. If I should be introducing myself as 'Clark, ' I want to know about it sooner rather than later so I don't embarrass myself.
It's a wonder that any mother ever called a daughter Dinah again. But some did. Maybe you guessed that there was more to me than the voiceless cipher in the text. Maybe you heard it in the music of my name: the first vowel high and clear, as when a mother calls to her child at dusk; the second sound soft, for whispering secrets on pillows. Dee-nah.
Daemon laughed "I'm only at the service of one person in particular" My cheeks flamed as I scooted my chair over. "You are not servicing me in any way." He leaned in, closing my newly gained distance. "Not yet." "Oh, come on, Daemon I'm right here." Dee frowned. "You're about to make me lose my appetite." "Like that will ever happen." Lisa retorted with an eye roll.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
So does anyone have a good survival strategy, or is there no hope for getting out of this nightmare?' asks the Colonel. 'We came up with a big, fat zero. I don't know how we're going to survive the blood hunt, ' says Dee. 'That wasn't the nightmare I was referring to, ' says the Colonel. 'Death by stupid comments is what I was talking about.
I think girls are especially worried about being judged, and when you're in high school, everything seems like a bigger deal than it is. As soon as you're out, it feels like forever ago-zip-a-dee-doo-dah! So do what you want, and if people are going to judge you for it, who cares? You might not fit in, but that's okay. Everyone thought I was weird in high school!
I walked among Shadows, and found a race of furry creatures, dark and clawed and fanged, reasonably manlike, and about as intelligent as a freshman in the high school of your choice-sorry, kids, but what I mean is they were loyal, devoted, honest, and too easily screwed by bastards like me and my brother. I felt like the dee-jay of your choice.
For God's sake, if I learned anything during this damn trial it's that the only way someone can leave you is if you let them. And I'm not doing that, Dee. It may look like that today, or tomorrow, or even a month from now, but one day you're going to wake up and see that this whole time you've been gone, you've only been headed back to where you started. And I'll be there, waiting." He leans forward and kisses me once, feather-light, on the lips. "It's not like I'm not letting you go, " he murmurs. "I'm just trusting you enough to come back.
To return to the general analysis of the Rosicrucian outlook. Magic was a dominating factor, working as a mathematics-mechanics in the lower world, as celestial mathematics in the celestial world, and as angelic conjuration in the supercelestial world. One cannot leave out the angels in this world view, however much it may have been advancing towards the scientific revolution. The religious outlook is bound up with the idea that penetration has been made into higher angelic spheres in which all religions were seen as one; and it is the angels who are believed to illuminate man's intellectual activities. In the earlier Renaissance, the magi had been careful to use only the forms of magic operating in the elemental or celestial spheres, using talismans and various rituals to draw down favourable influences from the stars. The magic of a bold operator like Dee, aims beyond the stars, aims at doing the supercelestial mathematical magic, the angel-conjuring magic. Dee firmly believed that he had gained contact with good angels from whom he learned advancement in knowledge. This sense of close contact with angels or spiritual beings is the hallmark of the Rosicrucian. It is this which infuses his technology, however practical and successful and entirely rational in its new understanding of mathematical techniques, with an unearthly air, and makes him suspect as possibly in contact, not with angels, but with devils.
Frances A. Yates
I started with Sidney Poitier and Ruby Dee and Lou Gossett, Jr. and the rest of the wonderful cast of 'A Raisin In The Sun.' We were directed by the great Lloyd Richards. The play was written by the wonderful Lorraine Hansberry, and it was produced by Phil Rose. That's where my start was, so... not a bad way to start.
But there is something thrilling about the wait; investing your time and energy to imagine and create those characters in your mind's eye and envisage what might happen to them before someone else tells you. It's the slowness I like. Everything today is so rushed and hurried, but I find there is nothing better than relaxing with a good book.' Excerpt From: L. J. Dee. 'Tyler : Book #4 The Hunter Brothers Series.' iBooks. This material may be protected by copyright.
The movie I've seen a million times - wait, that's not possible - my favorite movie of all times is 'The Empire Strikes Back,' directed by Irvin Kershner, executive-produced by the great George Lucas and stars Harrison Ford, Mark Hamill, Carrie Fisher, Billy Dee Williams, James Earl Jones.
Chanson d'automne Les sanglots longs Des violons De l'automne Blessent mon coeur D'une langueur Monotone. Tout suffocant Et bleªme, quand Sonne l'heure, Je me souviens Des jours anciens Et je pleure ; Et je m'en vais Au vent mauvais Qui m'emporte Dee§e , dele , Pareil e la Feuille morte.
When I was a boy, I went to war searching for glory. I didn't find it. I came here, thinking I'd find glory if I built a ranching empire or a thriving town. Instead I discovered that I didn't even know what glory was, not until you smiled at me for the first time with no fear in your eyes... A hundred years from now, everything I've worked so hard to build will be nothing more than dust blowing in the wind, but if I can spend my life loving you, I'll die a wealthy man, a contented man. -Dallas to Dee
I wonder if I'm being disloyal, if being with Didier means I'm forgetting about Jones. But every time I go in a drain, or past a church, I think of him. Every time I see a can of Coke, I think of Jones. And don't even start me on how I feel when I see department-store Santas. A girl doesn't forget a guy like Jones in a big hurry. Even ow, when none of us are front-page news any longer, he's always in my head. My name is Dodie. Doe - as in don't change a thing (well, a couple of things I'd change). Dee - as in delighted to have known you, Sebastian Worthington Jones. Dodie Farnshaw.
I REMEMBER MUM DROPPED US AT OUR DADS HOUSE SPEND, GUNNAR DEE, YG AND A BAD MOUSE LIL GUNNAR STUFFING FOOD IN HIS FAT MOUTH I USED TO THINK YOU AINT MY BRO MOVE YOUR BLACK SELF SPEND USED TO RUN AROUND THE HOUSE RAISING MAD HELL YG ALWAYS GETTING OUT ....? WE WAS ON IT SO WE WASNT WATCHING DADS BELT I WAS A LITTLE BIT SOFT SO THE HELPED COS YG USED TO ALWAYS TRY AND BEAT ME UP THEY HAD ALL THE NEW TOYS IT USED TO EAT ME UP I USED TO GET HEATED UP IT WAS THE LAST STRAW WHEN DAD GOT THE .... UP I WAS A SWEET KID SWEETER THAN A SWEETIE SHOP UNTIL I THOUGHT OF SOMETHING THAT I NEED TO COP I REMEBER WHEN WE USED TO WEAR THEM ODD SOCKS FAST FORWARD NOW WE POPPING UP IN THEM ODD SPOTS
You're free to wear whatever you want, you know that." "Yes, sir. And then I thought about Dee. And I watched the king when he was talking to you, and... well, I can wear what I like, sir. That's the point. I don't have to wear something just because other people don't want me to. Anyway, it made me look a rather stupid lettuce." "That's all a bit complicated for me, Cheery." "It's probably a dwarf thing, sir." "And a female thing, " said Vimes. "Well, sir... yes. A dwarf thing and a female thing, " said Cheery. "And they don't come much more complicated than that.
Weirdly, D&D didn't encourage my leanings towards trying magic of my own at all. In fact, it frustrated them. Even the most pompous and ambitious historical magicians, from the Zaroastrian Magi through John Dee, Francis Barrett and Aleister Crowley, never claimed to be able to throw fireballs or lightning bolts like D&D wizards can. So D&D was never going to feed the fantasies of practising magic in the real world. That is all about gaining secret knowledge, a higher level of perception or inflicting misfortune or a boon on someone rather than causing a poisonous cloud of vapor to pour from your fingers (Cloudkill, deadly to creatures with less than 5 hit dice, for those who are interested). The game, as we played it, just doesn't support the occult idea of magic. In fact, it might even be argued that, by giving such a powerful prop to my imagination, D&D stopped me from going deeper into the occult in real life. I certainly had all the qualifications-bullied power-hungry twerp with no discernable skill in conventional fields and no immediate hope of a girlfriend who wasn't mentally ill. It's amazing I'm not out sacrificing goats to this day.
Higgledy piggledy, my black hen, She lays eggs for gentlemen. Gentlemen come every day To count what my black hen doth lay. If perchance she lays too many, They fine my hen a pretty penny; If perchance she fails to lay, The gentlemen a bonus pay. Mumbledy pumbledy, my red cow, She's cooperating now. At first she didn't understand That milk production must be planned; She didn't understand at first She either had to plan or burst, But now the government reports She's giving pints instead of quarts. Fiddle de dee, my next-door neighbors, They are giggling at their labors. First they plant the tiny seed, Then they water, then they weed, Then they hoe and prune and lop, They they raise a record crop, Then they laugh their sides asunder, And plow the whole caboodle under. Abracadabra, thus we learn The more you create, the less you earn. The less you earn, the more you're given, The less you lead, the more you're driven, The more destroyed, the more they feed, The more you pay, the more they need, The more you earn, the less you keep, And now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to take If the tax-collector hasn't got it before I wake.
tu n'es peut eªtre pas son premier, son dernier ou son unique. Elle a aime avant, elle pourra aimer e nouveau. Mais si elle t'aimes maintenant qu'est ce qui importe? Elle n'est pas parfaite, toi non plus.Et vous ne serez peut eªtre jamais parfaits ensembles, mais si elle peut te faire rire, reflechir deux fois et qu'elle admet qu'elle est humaine et qu'elle fait des erreurs. Accroche toi e elle et donne lui tout ce que tu as e donner.Elle peut ne pas penser e toi chaque seconde de sa journee. Mais elle te donnera un part d'elle qu'elle sait que tu pourrais briser son coeur. Donc ne la blesse pas, ne l'analyse pas et n'attend pas d'elle plus que ce qu'elle peut t'offrir. Souris quand elle te rend heureux, fais lui savoir quand elle te dee§oit, et qu'elle te manque quand elle n'est pas le .
MADE MY FIRST MIX TAPE AT THE AGE OF EIGHT HOW SWEET THE SOUND, LIKE AMAZING GRACE IT WAS DMC, AND KOOL MOE DEE, AND BEASTIE BOYS AND PUBLIC ENEMY SAY "YO, IT'S NOT A PHASE, B, HIP HOP RAISED ME TAKE A LOOK AROUND IF YOU THINK THAT'S CRAZY" THAT'S WHY WE RESPECT THEM SO MUCH SO BEFORE YOU CHECK THE MIC, YOU NEEDA CHECK YOUR STUFF YOU NEEDA CHECK YOUR POPS AND CHECK YOUR GRANDDAD NOTHING'S GONNA CHANGE CAUSE YOU LET THEM PANTS SAG CLAIMING SPEECH, LIKE HELL I'M NOT SURE LIKE, SHE AIN'T GOT AN ASS, SHE JUST GOT GOOD POSTURE IT'S THE SAME THING, IT'S EVEN WORSE IF YOU RACIST ON THE LOW, TELLING FUCKED UP JOKES SO WHEN THE BLACK KIDS STEP ON THE SPOT, YOU SHUT DOWN RUN ACROSS THE ROOM JUST TO GIVE THEM A POUND NOW THAT'S BITCH ASS MATERIAL, STOP RUNNING YOU'RE BARELY EVEN FOOLING YOURSELF, IT'S NOT FUNNY NEED TO TURN OFF THE TELE', NEEDA STOP WATCHING "BELLY" YOU NEED TO STOP WITH ALL THE MACHIAVELLI IT'S A FETISH, SEE YOU DON'T LIKE THE FACT THAT IF YOU WANNA BE BLACK THERE'S NOTHING WHITER THAN THAT THERE'S A HISTORY THERE, FOR REAL, SO YOU MIGHT WANNA LEARN ABOUT IT BEFORE YOU PICK UP A MIC OR TELL ANOTHER RACIST JOKE, CAUSE I FIGURE YOU'LL END UP BEING JUST ANOTHER HOUSE WIGGER SO WHY DID THE WHITE KID CROSS THE ROAD? HE DIDN'T, THE ROADS NOT CROSSABLE