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I have to agree there CES

I watched episodes of the Akashic Records of the Bastard Magic Instructor and Death March across the parrallel world Rhapsody. One has a magic school with a new teacher, a hidden princess, and an organization that wants to ruin the empire. THe other has a game programmer being summoned to his game world and saving the day without revealing what he can do. The harem of slave girls are helpful, but he only has his heart set on the female soldier he has to leave behind CES

Spectrum News was running a story on NC farmers mad about the trade war declaring they would vote for Trump again. I said say goodbye to your farm, idiot CES

I did but I didn't want to say anything CES

I don't remember the full details, but after SS came out, and the gossip mags were talking about problems on set, one of the stories was that Warner's execs edited the original movie, then reshot some scenes, edited that, and then did another edit on top of that. Each edit was done by a different production company. Too dark, too light, too dark, okay its a bit gray. CES

6 “Are you sure he’s going to go tonight?,” asked Gloria. Her black costume let her hide in shadows cast by the dim security lights in the exhibit room. Logan hid on the other side of the room. He stood as motionless as a tree. Only his eyes moved as he watched the room. If Billy didn’t show up, they would go to the ball and stake things out afterwards. The third night would have a crew come in and take everything back to their vaults under armed guard. Somewhere in those three days, Logan expected the thief to take action. His only other chance was during the transportation phase of things. So far he hadn’t done anything like that. He liked motionless targets he could sneak in and out of without anyone seeing him. “I hear something,” said Gloria. “I think it’s the window to my right. Can you see anything at my four?” Logan focused on the window. He spotted someone crouching outside. He couldn’t tell what was going on, but it looked like he had been right about Billy hitting the show. “I see someone outside,” said Logan. “It looks like he’s taking the window apart to get inside.” “Do you think he can see me?,” asked Gloria. “I’m not sure,” said Logan. “You might want to move so the stand is between you and the window.” “Right,” said Gloria. She waited until the person at the window looked down. She flipped back around a display counter and dropped down. “I think we’re good.” “I don’t think he saw you,” said Logan. He frowned as the thief kept working. “Either that, or he isn’t concerned.” “He will be,” said Gloria. After a few more minutes of working, the infiltrator pulled the window out of its frame. He looked around before entering the room. He reached up and turned on a small light attached to his helmet as soon as he was inside the room. He turned his head to look at the jewelry on display. “Hey, buddy,” said Log Man, stepping into view. “You know you’re not supposed to be in here, right?” The thief headed for the empty window frame. He skated along the floor, sliding on goo dropping from his boots. He saw a figure in black flying through the air. He raised his arms to brace for impact. Diamond Spear slid off of him and hit the floor. He slid across the room, towards a wall. He caught himself and used a hand to change his direction of travel toward a door to the inside of the hotel. “No,” said Log Man. He flicked his wrist. A staff hit the door with one end while he held the other end in his hands. “We’re not chasing you all over the city. Give up and we’ll turn you over to the cops so you can hand over the loot you haven’t got rid of yet. Take the easy way out.” The thief turned to look at Log Man across the room. He glanced at Diamond Spear, blocking his entry point with the crystalline weapon that was her namesake in hand. He seemed to be judging his chances. He lunged for Diamond Spear, pushing off the staff holding the door shut. He slid across the room like an ice skater. At the last second, he dove to the floor and slid right at his living barrier. The spear came down to block him. It was too late as he knocked her feet out from under her. She hit and rolled across the slippery floor. The thief hit the frame, stopped by the raised edge. He grabbed the sill to pull himself through the empty space. Once outside, he was faster than either of his opponents. A weight dropped on his legs. He tried to yank them free of whatever had seized them. His power should make it impossible to grab him. Teflon Billy looked at his legs. A giant log had fallen on them. He tried to pull his legs free. A frictionless surface should allow that. “Go to sleep, Billy,” said Diamond Spear. She slammed the butt of her spear into his face. She stepped back when he stopped moving. “All right,” said Logan. “Time to call in the police and have our culprit turned over to the proper authorities.” “How did you pin him in place?,” asked Gloria. She dismissed her weapon with a movement of her hand. “Billy can slip out of any grip,” said Logan. He pulled his phone out of his wooden skin. “He can’t slip out of a bunch of hooks in his clothes.” “You didn’t,” said Gloria. “I pinned him to the floor through his boots and pants,” said Logan. He dialed the number for the central police station’s front desk. “If he wants to get out of that, he’ll have to leave his clothes behind.” “That is kind of brilliant, and crazy, at the same time,” said Gloria. “I have been doing a lot of reading the last few days,” said Logan. “How’s it going, O’Toole? This is Log Man, masked man of mystery. Guess what I have for you if you hurry.” “No, I don’t have scoliosis,” said Logan. “I have Teflon Billy, or his imposter, pinned down at the jewelry exhibit. Do you want him, or do I toss him back?” “I will be waiting for you to pick him up,” said Logan. “You better bring something that can’t be slipped out of as soon as he wakes up.” “I’m going to head home,” said Gloria. “You better get home before the night is over, or we will have words, mister.” “As soon as O’Toole’s pack of law dogs show up, I will be glad to come home and snuggle,” said Logan. He put his phone away. “You better,” said Gloria. “You can beat up your gangs tomorrow.” “The ball?,” said Logan. “It’s not going to be held now, is it?,” said Gloria. “If I didn’t know better, I would say you planned this on purpose to get out of wearing a tux.” “You know I’m not that smart,” said Logan. He smiled under his wooden mask. “Okay,” said Gloria. “I agree with that.” “I don’t think you’re supposed to agree with that,” said Logan. “It’s better this way,” said Gloria. “I’ll see you when you get home.” “All I have to do is hand this guy over,” said Logan. “How hard could that be?” Gloria smiled. She slipped through the empty window frame and headed into the night. She was still mad, but not as much now with one of the city’s problems under control. Logan looked down at Teflon Billy. He shook his head. It was true he hadn’t wanted to go to the ball, but he hadn’t wanted to ruin it either. A lot of the charity mavens would be screaming for their heads. Logan frowned. Maybe he could get Gloria to reschedule things, and set up some new exhibit. Blue and red lights appeared outside the window. Policemen arrived. They looked at the mess that used to be a ballroom. “How’s it going, officers?,” said Log Man. He smiled under his wooden mask. “This one’s slippery.” “The Robbery guys are going to want to talk to you about this,” said the senior man, Crookshanks. He waved a hand at the mess. “What happened?” “I caught this guy breaking in and then I caught him,” said Log Man. “The problem is that once I unpin him, he’s slippery enough to get out of anything that isn’t a solid barricade.” “Let’s get the mask off,” said Crookshanks. “Then we’ll have to get something to cart him around in until we can get him processed.” The police tried to maneuver the mask off. They gave up when they realized it was attached to the neckpiece forming a collar around Billy’s neck. They couldn’t disconnect what looked like a gas mask that covered the bottom of his face. “We’re not getting that off without a cutting tool of some kind,” said Crookshanks. He brushed his hands off. “I could get it off, but I think it would violate his rights,” said Log Man. “And I think it would hurt a lot.” “We’ll have to get a warrant,” said Crookshanks. “Letting him remove it himself will go a lot better than putting him in the hospital.” “I can see that,” said Log Man. “How do you want to get him out of here?” “I don’t know,” said Crookshanks. “If we had a cage, we could put him in that.” “I can make a cage,” said Log Man. “Maybe put some wheels on it so you can roll him around. You wouldn’t be able to take it anywhere.” “Do that,” said Crookshanks. “Then we’ll get down to taking a statement. You will probably have to come to court to testify.” “I can’t testify,” said Log Man. “That’s out. You have cameras here in the ballroom. You’re going to have to use that for evidence.” “A prosecutor is going to want a witness to show the jury what happened,” said Crookshanks. “You’re going to have to make a statement, and testify in court.” “I’m an unlicensed vigilante, Jerry,” said Log Man. “I can’t testify before a court. There would be demands on who I am. I can’t give up my identity. That’s just not going to happen.” “Just hold on until we get the camera footage,” said Crookshanks. “Then we can talk about what the prosecution is going to want.” “Go ahead,” said Log Man. He shouldn’t have hung around. The police were going to want him to answer questions about what happened. He wasn’t sure that would be in his interest. He couldn’t afford to have his family become known to the enemies he had made, and would make if he kept chasing bad guys. Crookshanks left the scene with another uniform. They looked enough alike to be brothers. He wondered if the police academy tried to do that on purpose. Logan waited in place. He had to be there to let Billy loose when the police was ready to take him away. He didn’t want them having to call a tree surgeon to cut the pin log apart so they could put Billy in cuffs. He stood in the shadow as the technicians went over the scene. Pictures were taken of the damage. He winced at the fact that he couldn’t get any for his paper. That would throw the secret identity in trouble there. “All right,” said Crookshanks. He waved Log Man over. “There’s a full documentary of what happened on the security footage. We’re going to need you to get rid of the log.” “All right,” said Log Man. “Be careful with him. He’s slippery.”

Mike Cernovich, the man behind Pizzagate, started the Gunn campaign. And after Gunn was released, he went after Patton Oswalt, Sarah Silverman, and a bunch of other people. Gunn was the only one publically fired from their job. On the other hand, he got handed Suicide Squad 2 which may be better than the first movie which was edited by five different companies. CES

Ike Perlmutter, the guy who owned Marvel, was a producer on the movies. He didn't want any movies with a female lead or ethnic heroes like the Black Panther, and he wanted the Inhumans pushed up front. Feige got the movie company placed directly under Disney and had Perlmutter transferred to the television side which at that time was Agents of Shield and the Inhumans television show. I don't know if he had anything to do with the Netflix shows but Scott Buck did the first season of Iron Fist and then went to the Inhumans, and my understanding is both things were a Charley Foxtrot before he brought his own perspective into it. CES

Why should there be? Marvel fired him over a spurious campaign led by a nazi troll. And then the cast they were working with almost rioted. If anything Marvel should be paying him a bonus to come back to do Guardians 3 CES

Scouting in the Woods 3 Stella liked most of the outdoors except for the lack of bathrooms. Everywhere she looked simple brains went about doing what they did best. There was nothing complicated about them and made not listening to them easier. Disregarding the others camping with her was almost as easy. Bond bothered her the most with his worry, but the Morgans seemed to have worked to make things easier by concentrating on one point. Mister Morgan had some concerns but he kept them hidden behind a catalogue of animals moving in his brain. Stella wondered if the Morgans had trained themselves to be unreadable by people like her. She decided not to ask. The answer would be as embarrassing as the question in her opinion. “How do you know my dad, Mister Morgan,” asked Stella. That seemed a safe topic to talk about with the adults. “He never told me he knew someone famous.” “I wouldn’t say I am personally famous,” said Marty. “I knew your dad when I was a kid. He used to help Barry out sometimes. He retired sometime in the seventies from doing the weirder side of things. When he asked me to look after you, I owed him enough to include you in our camping trip.” “I didn’t know Dad was a Hazard Scout,” said Stella. “He wasn’t,” said Marty. He shifted on his log seat. “Your dad operated on his own, and Barry would give him side jobs to look into because we were doing something else on the other side of the planet. Your dad and a couple of others would look into things and get back to Barry if the Scouts needed to do something about the problem.” Stella sensed something being left out that was more than just handing her dad side jobs. It was something about the nature of the jobs, and how her dad went about doing them. “Dad said he had a job come up,” said Stella. “Do you think it was a weird job? This is the first time he asked me to leave town while he was working on something.” “Don’t know,” said Marty. “Your dad can take care of himself. If there was a problem, I would leave you and the other kids with Barry, and look into things myself. I have a good record of finding out things since I have been working with Bond’s dad.” “Is Mister Tamagochi a good detective?,” asked Stella. Fleeting memories of deductions proven right flowed through Morgan’s mind for a second. “He’s decent,” said Marty. “He’s better than the others that trained with his teacher.” Finch nodded at the assertion. Stella still couldn’t read her. She had to take the assessment at face value. “I’ll be back,” said Finch. She stood and vanished into the darkness. Ruff watched her go. He lay with his head on his paws, a small growl escaping his throat as he looked out beyond the campfire. He stopped growling just before she reappeared from the tree line. The dog closed his eyes and settled in place. Whatever had been bothering him seemed to be gone. Stella wondered if Mrs. Morgan had run into an animal and the animal had fled from her. Mrs. Morgan leaned over and said something into her husband’s ear. Stella caught an edge of what was being said from his brain, but all she saw was a bear and cubs. “Okay,” said Mister Morgan. “Thanks for telling me. I’ll put up a picket fence around us.” “A picket fence?,” asked Stella. “We have some wildlife roaming too close to the camp,” said Mister Morgan. “I’m going to put out some watchers to let us know if any of it gets too close. We still have Ruff, but something further out will give us a faster warning of things.” Stella felt he was hiding something, but she couldn’t break down his defense to get in and find out what. She decided to let it go. If he wanted to tell her, he would. She wondered what her dad was doing. It had been a while since he had taken a case that couldn’t wait. Usually when he did, he let her stay home with her mother. This time they were both out on this case, and she was stuck in the middle of the woods. Mark and Melinda had picked up sticks and were practicing against each other. She could read the variations, but she knew in a real fight she would lose. She just didn’t have the reflexes to match what they were doing. Melinda would take her apart if they ever matched up, and she was smaller and lighter. Bond sat by himself. He waved a hand over the camp fire. His mind processed calculation after calculation without glancing over the work. He caught an ember in his hand. He held it up. It gleamed like a crystal instead of a piece of burning wood. Then it turned black as he watched it. Stella had the impression that he had held a ruby for that brief second. He frowned as he went back to waving his hand over the fire. “Who wants to tell some campfire stories?,” asked Mister Morgan. The children except for Stella groaned. She looked at them. This was something she had never done. They seemed to have done it numerous times before. “Dad, your stories are boring,” said Mark. “And we’ve heard all of them,” said Melinda. “The sick dog?,” asked Mister Morgan. “Bit the fingers off a burglar,” said Mark. “The concrete truck?,” asked Mister Morgan. “The wife was selling the house,” said Melinda. “The ghost of San Francisco?,” asked Mister Morgan. “Which one?,” asked Bond. “Good question,” said Mister Morgan. “One Eye Wilson?,” asked Mrs. Morgan. “I don’t remember that one,” said Mister Morgan. “One Eye Wilson followed his murderer around,” said Mrs. Morgan. “Okay,” said Mister Morgan. “I do remember that now. All right, kids. I’m going to tell you the story of One Eye Wilson. How does that sound?” “Boring, Dad,” said Mark. “I would rather listen to Barry talk about lightning making bugs glow.” “It doesn’t make the bugs glow, it makes the bugs grow,” said Mister Morgan. “Do we have any more Negative Nancys in the audience?” “Negative Nancys?,” asked Melinda. “Whiners,” said Bond. “Crybabies.” “Oh,” said Melinda. She looked at her brother. She pointed at him. “You’re a whiny crybaby. Does the baby need a binky?” Bond covered his face with his hand. “Binky?,” said Stella. “I got this one, Bond,” said Mister Morgan. “A binky is a pacifier, Stella. Melinda, quit bullying your brother. A Negative Nancy isn’t a cry baby. They are wet blankets.” “What’s the difference?, asked Melinda. “One whines about life, the other brings people down because they are along for the ride and they don’t like it,” said Mister Morgan. “Now since you are all stuck out here with me, we’re going to hear the story of One Eye Wilson. Then you are going to turn in for the night.” “But it’s not even eight yet,” said Mark. “And what does that have to do with anything?,” said Mister Morgan. “We’re camping. I need you to be fresh tomorrow so we can do our camping stuff.” “Camping stuff?,” asked Mark. “Hiking, and catching fish, and loving nature,” said Mister Morgan. He waved his arms to indicate the great outdoors around them. “Plus one of you will have to walk Ruff.” “One of us?,” said Mark. He looked at the other children. “I’m not going to do it,” said Mister Morgan. “All right, let’s get the storytelling out of the way. Tomorrow, one of you can tell a story.” “Okay,” said Mark. “We’ll think of something we can tell that’ll be scarier than some old ghost story.” “This isn’t just a ghost story, son,” said Mister Morgan. “This is a story of crime and punishment.” “Crime and punishment?,” asked Melinda. “Someone did something bad, and got caught,” said Bond. “He was caught by his own conscience,” said Mister Morgan. “Now gather around, kids. Let me tell you the story of One Eye Wilson. Try not to interrupt until the end.” “Really?,” said Mark. “The more you heckle tonight, the more I will heckle tomorrow,” said Mister Morgan. “And it is bad manners,” said Mrs. Morgan. “So let the storytelling commence,” said Mister Morgan, trying out the spooky hand gesture for the kids. They looked unimpressed at his efforts. The story of One Eye Wilson was a standard revenge story, except the person who wanted the revenge was dead. Shot down in cold blood outside his favorite eatery, Wilson became the bane of the local crime lord, Ari Schmidt. Everywhere his nemesis went, the body of Wilson appeared. Schmidt broke down and gave a confession of his crimes. He was tired of having the ghost following him around and causing problems with his colleagues. “That’s it?,” said Mark. “What more do you want?,” asked Mister Morgan. “Why did Wilson come back to life?,” asked Mark. “Why was he wandering around? Why didn‘t anyone else see him? There are a lot of questions in this story, Dad.” “He was a ghost,” said Mister Morgan. “No one saw him because of that.” “So this lame ghost just happened to follow this guy around until he cracked?,” asked Mark. “The guy did happen to murder the ghost when he was alive,” said Bond. “It’s a standard ghost thing.” “It is?,” asked Mark, unwilling to concede the point. “Yes,” said Bond. “I have been reading about the Lamplighters. They are doing a lot of things about ghosts, how to find them, how to get rid of them. Some of their papers indicate that you can expect a spirit to try to do what it’s modeled after when it was alive.” “What does that mean?,” asked Mark. He indicated general disbelief at the assertion with a wave of his hands. “It means that according to these Lamplighters, that if a ghost hated someone enough when they were alive, they would want to take revenge if they came back after they were dead,” said Stella. “I guess they got proof to prove what they were saying.” Bond nodded at the assistance. “So One Eye Wilson could be a true story?,” said Mark. “You’re kidding me.” “Never,” said Morgan. He hid a smile. “You’re too smart for something like that.”

How far did you have to raise your eyebrows, Dean? You're tripling up here CES

Astro City, PS 238, and Lobster Johnson CES

I still remember when Rush was down on addicts, and the next week he got arrested for being an addict CES

There are a ton of videos on Youtube of FEDEX and UPS guys screwing up the stuff they are supposed to be delivering. It's like watching the first five of Ace Ventura. CES

Next time say you know it. It makes you look cooler CES

I am sorry about the odd appearance of my last post. Apparently I copied the formatting from the google dictionary CES

Bai Xiaochou is a man who likes to use his appearance to scare people since he is the White Clown of Death and can randomly appear and disappear to harass his victims. The fact that he likes to drug and poison his victims keeps him highly amused at their reactions.

Flamenco dancer. CES

Of course they were going to spin it. I mean how much day to day does Iger put in the MCU? That's why he has Feige. If the MCU tanked, Feige would be out of there just like Perlmutter CES

Did you know this, or did you look it up? CES

Either that, or the people who believe him are stupid. I know some of those people personally. and they are blind to reality as far as politics go, with a side helping of conspiracy theory and personal problems CES

Persona Joker has earned a reputation as a vigilante in the underbelly of Shanghai. His greatest enemies are the Fear Five. These villains have bonded together to use people's fears against them. So we need a phobia, and how the villain uses it to terrorize the city. Have at it. CES

I don't know about woke, but the reports were that Feige had to ask for Perlmutter to be forced out because he was trying to back the inhumans because they couldn't use the xmen, wouldn't do any movie with a solo woman or ethnic hero, and was essentially getting in the way without knowing anything about the process. Is this guy really that terrible? I asked myself. It turns out Perlmutter doomed his inhuman television show before it could even get started. He's terrible. CES

The Falcon always strikes at midnight. No one knows why. This bird of prey is the doctor's back up if the other members of their association can't get things done CES

Princess Zelink Marpeach drives the Royal Ride, a car that resembles a glass pumpkin on wheels. The Ride's primary abilities are in its hardened skin and tentacular reach. The Princess is a very good swordswoman, kickboxer, and had a master of exotic plants to fit the occasion. CES