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Sui-chan waiting by のる▽nolc

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Vernon BC election 2022

Here's who I'm endorsing for the 2022 municipal election in Vernon, British Columbia.

Mayor

✅ Victor Cummings is the only reasonable candidate for mayor this year. As the incumbent, I think he's been "OK." Overall, he seems reasonable and is generally a good representative of our city. He and the council pushed for new water filtration solutions and helped secure a $30 million dollar grant from the province.

🙅‍♂️ Scott Anderson was openly antagonistic toward public health measures during the pandemic. He frequently shares toxic rhetoric on social media. He openly mocks electric cars and other green initiatives. He supported the Freedom Convoy on multiple occasions. He was widely criticized for his stance on the homeless and shopping carts. He opposed cultural training for City of Vernon staff, where the purpose was to pursue reconciliation and raise awareness about First Nations history.

🤷‍♂️ Erik Olesen has a reasonable platform but doesn't have experience on City Council (he tried in 2021 but didn't secure a seat).

Councillors

You can vote for up to 6 councillors.

If you disagree with Scott Anderson's politics, be careful which councillor you vote for! Many candidates' platforms and websites look reasonable but frequently vote with Scott.

✅ This year I'm endorsing:

Kelly Fehr (incumbent): tireless advocate for people with addictions, affordable housing, and community safety.

Brian Guy: living in Vernon since 1994. Has been an active community leader: founder of Summit Environmental, Okanagan Basin Water Board member, co-chair of Climate Action Advisory Committee.

Dawn Tucker: we've debated a bit online, and haven't always agreed, but I like her moxie. She's always seemed well-researched on local issues. I also appreciate her inclusive approach to politics.

Akbal Mund: the most responsive politician I've met. Whenever I've sent him a DM, or email, he's responded almost immediately. We don't always agree, but he's always willing to listen and describe his stance. His years of experience as mayor are also a big asset for the city.

School Trustees

🙅‍♂️ The ParentsVoice BC group running trustee candidates who have some truly heinous aims for our education system in Vernon. The NOLC union condemned the group, saying:

“The harmful policy and rhetoric positions embraced by ParentsVoiceBC candidates, and others, and to instead vote for candidates who support human rights and inclusion in our schools."

These candidates have refused to show up for debates, and have refused to answer questions from the media. They all scrubbed their social media profiles to hide previously expressed views.

Don’t vote for ParentsVoice BC candidates!

✅ This year I'm endorsing:

Philipp Gruner (Vernon)

Vanessa Mitchell (Vernon)

Jenn Comazzetto (Vernon)

Mark Olsen (Vernon)

Kelli Sullivan (Coldstream): I wish Kelli was running in my area! If you're in Coldstream, she's the clear choice. Understands the education system, has had kids go through local schools, and has lived here for 20 years. She's also the only candidate who lives in Coldstream!

More resources

Hats off to anyone who does research for an election. It took me hours to look up each candidate, scroll through their social media profiles, find relevant news stories, and talk to other community members about who they were voting for and why.

Here are a few election guides that might be helpful:

Vital Vernon: responses to questions for candidates

Vernon Morning Star coverage

Castanet Vernon

Vernon Candidate List

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Noel (@nolc)

[leksio-lexi]

Szulessztori (HU) - TMI es TLDR!

Na kezdjuk is el rogton a melyvizzel, hogy indult ez az egesz.

Vasarnap hajnalban (19-en) elkezdtem fajasokat erezni, akkor meg csak ilyen par orankent, reggel meg tudtam hajat mosni, reggelizni, bepakolni meg az utolso dolgokat, ilyenek. Egyre erosodtek nap kozben, egeszen odaig, hogy ilyen este het-fel nolc tajan mar azt mondtam, hogy menjunk be a korhazba, nezzuk meg, mi a helyzet, ugyhogy bementunk, de akkor meg csak nagyon keveset haladtak elore a dolgok (egy cm), ugyhogy hazakuldtek. Hazamentunk.

Amikor mar ilyen negy-otperces fajasok voltak (ilyen 11-ejfel tajan, asszem), akkor mondtam, hogy oke, menjunk vissza megint a korhazba es innen addig ki nem jovok, amig nincs gyerek, ugyhogy visszamentunk, legnagyobb meglepetesemre tovabbra se volt nagy elorehaladas, de akkor mar mindegy volt, maradtunk, felvettek az antenatal osztalyra, 7-es szoba 1-es agy, rajtam kivul meg harom no volt ott, mindharom csecsemovel, en meg vajudtam bele a vilagba egesz ejszaka, akkorra ilyen tizpercesre mentek vissza a fajasok, de nem multak el.

Na es innentol kezdodott az igazi tortura.

Hetfo-kedd-szerda tizperces fajasokkal telt, hetfon delutan mar mondtam az ugyeletes szulesznoknek, hogy eddig birtam (addigra ugye mar tobb mint 24 ora telt el a kezdes ota), mondtam, hogyha felvesznek a labour wardra, akkor epiduralist es inditast fogok kerni es essunk tul rajta minel hamarabb. Viszont sajnalkoztak, hogy hat az van, hogy igy karacsony elott full tele van a labour ward, mert minden orvos mostanra rakta be a programozott csaszarokat es programozott inditasokat, hogy el tudjanak menni karacsonyi szabira, azaz full tele vannak es hacsak nem vagyok surgossegi eset, nem fognak felvenni csak ugy, probaljam kibirni, es hatha felszabadul egy agy kozben, majd szolnak. Addigra ugye mar eltelt masfel nap, amit nulla alvassal toltottem (tizperces fajasok ejjao).

Oke.

Kedd eltelt ugy, hogy orvos egyaltalan nem latott, csak igertek, en mar teljesen szetvoltam, szerda szintugy, nulla alvas, nulla elorehaladas, csak fajdalmak. Addigra mar annyira tudtam, mi a helyzet az osztalyon, hogy amikor muszakvaltas volt, mindig mentem oket basztatni, hogy hivjak mar fel a labour wardot, van-e agy, es mar engem is ismert mindenki es tokre sajnalkoztak, hogy itt vagyok mar harom napja es meg mindig nem kerultem fel, jaj, de szar mar nekem, es tenyleg nagyon az volt, nagyon szethulltam idegileg, azert tobbnapos nulla alvas netto kinzas, borzalmas volt.

Csutortok hajnali muszakvaltaskor mentem megint kerni oket, hogy telefonaljanak fel, mi van, es akkor jott vissza a szuleszno, hogy van egy hely, mehetunk azonnal, felvesznek, es addigra annyira kivoltam, hogy konkretan zokogva borultam a nyakaba es oleltem at es koszongettem neki, hogy mehetunk. Hivtam Pawelt, hogy azonnal jojjon, mert vegre szulunk, es felmentem a labour wardra, room 10, kulon szoba.

Labour ward

Megkerdeztek, mit szeretnek, mert nagyon fosul neztem ki (nem mondjatok, bazzeg, napok ota nem aludtam), akarok-e csaszarmetszest vagy probalkozzunk epiduralis+inditas komboval, mondtam, hogy epiduralis, aztan meglatjuk majd, mondtak, oke.

Kaptam nevetogazt eloszor is, az itt sztenderd fajdalomcsillapito, na, az vegre nagyon jo volt, mert olyan, mintha full be lennel szivva, es erzed kozben ugyan a fajdalmakat meg mindig, de mar nem erdekelnek. Vegre tudtam egy kicsit pihenni, a magzatburkot is megrepesztettek, amig vartunk az altatoorvosra, aki az epiduralist beadja, es onnantol, hogy elment a magzatviz, nagyon begyorsultak az esemenyek, elkezdtem ugy rendesen tagulni, ugy latszik, ez kellett a testemnek.

Megcsinaltak az epiduralist is, na es hat az valami csodalatos dolog. Tudtam vegre ugy rendesen pihenni, ketorankent neztek, hogy alakulunk, kozben folyamatos monitorozas, de Pawel mondta, hogy rendesen lehetett latni az arcomon, hogy pihenek, kisimult az arcom, meg minden. Nem raktak ra vegul oxitocinra (ami az inditas lett volna), mert olyan szepen ment a szules magatol, hogy felesleges lett volna.

Epidural kozben ugye lehet tovabbra is erezni az osszehuzodasokat, ugyhogy igy elvoltam, es egyszer a szuleszno nezi, hogy Eva, te most tolsz? Hat mondom, nem tudom, igy elvagyok, hu, akkor nezzuk meg, mi van, megnezik, es hirtelen nagyon sok ember bukkant fel a szobaban, atforditottak a hatamra es egy szuleszno elkezdett velem uvolteni, hogy push, PUSH, PUSH, es akkor esett le, hogy itt mindjart jonni fog a gyerek tenyleg. Az orvos, aki a szulest vezette, elokapott egy forcepsnek nevezett baszt, amivel Felixet kellett vezetnie a fejenel fogva, mert sajnos a gyerek rosszul jott a szulocsatornaban (elfordulva), es egyesult erovel meg is szuletett 13:14-kor (reggel 6:30-kor vettek fel az osztalyra).

Elvettek tolem merni, ezt nagyon nehezmenyeztem, mert tok fontos, hogy rakjak azonnal a gyereket az anyjara, de visszaadtak, ahogy Pawel rajuk dorrent, hat lehet kesobb is mericskelni, na, ugyhogy igy.

Aztan visszatoltak ugyanabba a szobaba, ahol voltam elozoleg, ugy ereztem magam, mint egy isten, ahogy toltak a gyerekkel. Es vegre tudtam aludni! 25-en reggel pedig haza is johettunk, azota pedig itt vagyunk jol.

Ne tudjatok meg, mennyire sirtam oromomben, ahogy hazaerkeztunk, azota is naponta legalabb egyszer elbogom magam random dolgokon, dehat ez ilyen.

Osszessegeben

- maga a szules nem volt gaz, tenyleg. Kivaloan elvoltam epiduralissal es megvoltunk par ora alatt.

- az osszes dolgozo es szuleszno, akivel dolgom volt, hullajo arc volt, es tenyleg nem az o hibajuk, hogy igy elhuzodott a dolog.

- a korhazra magara viszont nagyon haragszom. Nem igaz mar, hogy nem tudnak jobban szervezni vagy valami, hogy ne legyen ilyen torlodas, hat ez tenyleg kinzas volt. Gondolkodom, hogy pereljek-e vagy sem. Meg meglatjuk.

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❛I need you to promise me that you won't tell anyone. You're the only one who knows. I know I should tell them, but what would I say? If they knew, they'd look at me differently, they'd be afraid. So now that you know, when you look at me, what do you see? Do you see this face? Or the one covered in blood? Can you forget it? I can't. That's why we keep secrets, because the truth changes everything. I need you to tell me if there will ever be a time when I close my eyes and I don't see it? When will it stop?❜

♧ Title: A Rope In Hand [ARIH]

♧ Status: Brainstorming & Drafting

♧ Point of View: Third Person, active, I'm going to try actively doing limited so this will be a challenge

♧ Genre: Fantasy, Drama, Supernatural Elements, a dabble of romance

♧ Warnings: Torture, cults, witch-hunts, The use of religious beliefs to commit atrocities, generational curses, witch trials, deaths, tragic endings, violence, gore, star crossed lovers, forbidden romance, toxic and abusive parental relationships, homophobia; there's probably plenty I'm missing.

♧ Featuring: Diverse LGBTQ+ characters, complex and complicated relationships, homoromantic main relationship, morally grey characters, complex world building, slow-burn relationships, plenty of symbolism, witches, fantasy religions, soulmate trope, unlearning toxic beliefs

♧ Setting: A fantasy West European setting, specifically Britain and Ireland inspired, with a possible mention of a few others.

♧ Tease: In a town of gods fearing people, the only thing left to do is kneel and pray. Plagued by the liars, thieves and killers. Controlled by crooked politicians and preachers. The gods are shaking their heads, turning away from this town absorbed in sin. Can it be saved? Can the plague be ridden? No. The true question is.. Does it deserve saving?

♧ Synopsis:

In the town of Arkaley, in the northwest of the Duchy of Ruairc, the people have been plagued by bad fortune and crime. Attacks of bandits on the road, raids from pirates on the shores, untimely deaths of children and young women, elected officials coming out corrupt; there is no end in Arkaley of the suffering the locals endure. 

Rationally, to explain such a bad string of luck, there is only one possible explanation: Witchcraft. 

The Duchy of Ruairc already has a history of witchcraft: the Ó Ruaircs turned out to be witches, the Abondé incident in Salem, the Liathain incident in Trakee; the Ruaircs have their record. Perfectly acceptable for everyone to assume the worse of the Ruairish, as they have proved to be nothing but.

To prove his worth, the young Reverend Prudence Clemency Frye, takes up the task of quelling this coven of witches and heading this witch-hunt. Young and naïve, witch only knowledge from books and little hands on experience, he’s unprepared for this challenge. When he finally leaves the town, well... everyone would rather put this incident behind them.

♧ Excerpt

"— But should the people not question who you are?!"

Any words to be spoken were cut off by the click of heels over the smooth wooden floor and the raised voice. All eyes turned to the only one that would have the nerve to interrupt the sermon in process. Some looks of awe. Some of sudden respect. Some from annoyance.

None of them mattered, not to Prudence. He kept hold of the neck of the bottle in one hand and strode forward. He had been drinking since last night, it was a miracle he managed not to stagger in his steps. He could see the annoyance building up behind his father's eyes, at his sudden appearance— at the disrespect he was showing.

Who was he to care?

For once in his life, he felt no fear towards this man.

Prudence only stopped when he stood by one of the pews he walked passed, mere feet from where his father stood. The hand unoccupied with the bottle raised to gesture to the man. He remained quiet, pointing to his father, before he scoffed and waved his finger.

On his heels, he spun back around, to face the people; a scowl of his own finding his features, accompanied by a bitter tone to his voice. ".... For who else would the Devil appear but in disguise of our Maker?"

♧ Characters: There is a full cast of characters, I have separated them into a few categories to help with organization: You will find in order, witch-hunters, and then the coven of witches

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♧ Prudence Clemency Frye; The Reverend Intersex • Genderfluid • He/They • Homosexual • Homo-demiromantic

The bastard son of Lord Zachariah Frye. Raised by his father, with his mother dying young, he took to following in his footsteps. He became a religious young man and an active witch-hunter. A part of him desires his father’s acceptance, his praises; the other part despises his father and everything the man stands for. In recent years, he has joined the De La Cruz household, becoming an apprentice beneath the famous Witch’s Advocate; upholding the beliefs that not every witch is evil and has foul intentions, and the ones that mean harm are the only ones that should be hunted.

♧ Zachariah Frye; The Bloodhound Male • He/Him • Heterosexual • Aromantic

The oldest living member of the Order. Now he is the man that holds the face of the Order, who you think of when they come to mind. Cold. Vindictive. Despotic. Violent. He is not a good man. He is firm in his beliefs and stubborn to change. Once his mind is made up, he cannot be reasoned with. He is blindly convinced of his beliefs and his cause to eradicate every living witch, unfazed if he has to fill a few innocent thousands in the process. 

♧ Calisto Ferzan Hermengildo Melchior Lorencio De La Cruz; The Witch's Advocate Amab • Genderfluid • He/They • Asexual • Aromantic

A witch-hunter in title alone, Calisto has been making enemies since he could first talk. He's always enjoyed being the underdog, going against the expectations of society, being ridiculed by his peers. The sole reason? Proving them wrong. To ridicule his own peers for their outdated beliefs, he's taken to defending witches, proving them innocent of their 'crimes', and going on to help them to set up a life in a country more accepting of witchcraft.

♧ Myk'loumihr [Michelotto Dougal] Siavash; The Man-Servant Amab • Agender • He/They • Asexual • Aromantic

The servant of Calisto, never seen far from his side. He is servant in name alone, and is more-or-less an assassin, a hitman for Calisto. Held in contempt by Athylian society for being a foreigner, he often treated by others more as a slave than a servant. To help be unseen, to help the De La Cruz Household, Michelotto endures the treatment, and goes as far to be perceived as ignorant, alongside him being born a mute. Keeping his true intents and intelligence duly guarded, only a handful are aware he is also a witch. 

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♧ Karayan [Ianira] Than Blackburn; The Dark Devourer Intersex • Genderfluid • He/They • Pansexual • Grey-Aromantic

An ancient witch that has adopted several identities over the years, his current one being Lord Blackburn, a member of Athylian parliament. A high member of society, he keeps his identity a secret, as he never slips what his true intentions are. God-touched from a young age, he acts on behalf of his deity, adopting their identity and all. To appease his deity, he has begun supplying assistance and guidance to the coven of Arkaley, using them to fulfil his own personal agenda. He prefers to stay behind letters, using a servant to relay his order and acting as his envoy to the coven.

♧ Anisha Kaur; The Servant Afab • Demigirl • She/They • Asexual • Aromantic

The acting servant of Barion, Anisha’s true loyalties lie with Ianira. She stays within the town, serving the coven, while acting as his eyes and ears. She is the one to relay information and letters between the coven and Ianira.  She is a quiet woman, that keeps her head down and her mind to herself. She only shows her true, confident and demanding, nature behind closed doors with the coven when they dare to question her.

♧ Dairine Ó Séaghdha; The Crone Afab • Agender • She/They • Asexual • Aromantic

The oldest member of the coven, Dairine lives under the guise of an elderly woman, who lives alone with her children and grandchildren already leaving her to live their own lives. She is a kind and understanding woman, and cares for the younger witches in the coven. She will not support Baríon with her agenda, nor does she care for the servant girl, she even despises the so-called ally Baríon claims to have and who they all adhere to.

♧ Baríon Nolc Baoghal; The Town’s Head Female • She/Her • Bisexual • Aromantic

The woman in charge of the town, widowed and inheriting the right to rule as her husband had no heirs. She is a manipulative and dangerous woman, eager to commit any sin or crime for more power. She, in truth, cares only for herself and would feel no remorse if she had to turn on one of her coven to further her own agenda. 

♧ Leary O'Laoghaire; The Magistrate Male • He/Him • Heterosexual • Aromantic

The magistrate and also the chief policeman of the town. He maintains a  calm, but manipulative personality. As a front he presents himself to be fair and just, liked and favored by the people for genuinely caring for them. While in truth he has his own heinous and sinister agenda, aiding Baríon in her plans. 

♧ Abban MacClery; The Minister Male • He/Him • Asexual • Aromantic

The town’s minister. Abban only stepped into the role to further secure power within the town for the coven. Personally, he cares little for religion. He prefers to indulge himself however he likes: booze, sex, fighting; you name it. He isn’t your ideal minister, but the towns-people never speak against him. 

♧ Ceann Ó Buachalla; The Baker Female • She/Her • Bisexual • Demiromantic

The town’s baker, she owns a small family business that functions as a small café. She keeps to herself and stays out of the affair of the coven. She wishes a good life for her daughter, thus she does what she believes is best to secure Liannah’s happiness. She is an introverted woman, allowing her daughter to be the face of their business, and being a private woman, close to a small handful.

♧ Asa de Paor; The Healer Afab • Queer • He/She • Homosexual • Homo-Demiromantic

The town doctor, Asa is a peculiar woman. During the week, she is found to be a man, on her days off and the weekend she is a woman. She is a kind woman, never turning away anyone in need. Nor does she share the heinous intentions of the coven, she looks for her out of the coven and to move to be a solitary witch at any given time she can.

♧ Alkyone Iordanou; The Pirate Transfem • Nonbinary • They/Them • Pansexual • Aromantic

Originally not a member of the coven, Alkyone was brought in through being paid to do the coven’s dirty work. A rogue pirate, a small-fry compared to the big names such as Kaimana Peisinoe, Edvard Ó Cochláin, Sabir Rouge, and all the other pirates that sail beneath The Liberty. They prefer the smaller life, not having a giant bounty on their head. Currently, they are loyal to the coven, however their loyalty can be bought for an easy price.

♧ Nathir O'Laoghaire; The Magistrate’s Son Amab  • Agender • He/Him • Bisexual • Aromantic

The charming son of Leary. Many whisper that is part fae, due to his charm, if it’s true or not many are unaware. He is a very sophisticated young man, that has managed to wrap the entire town around his finger. While on the surface he is alike his father is a caring, compassionate, charming young man, something sinister brews beneath. He is devious, demanding, domineering.

♧ Liannah Ó Buachalla; The Baker's Daughter Afab • Genderfluid • She/They • Asexual • Panromantic

Being Ceann’s daughter, Liannah helps around the bakery and family business. Unlike the company she keeps, she is a reserved young woman. She is polite and maintains her manners with whomever she is dealing with. She has the patience of a saint and rarely loses her cool. Liannah is the woman with a calm demeanor about her, being a woman many are comfortable around due to her peaceful and calm aura.

♧ Mastema Farrell Baoghal; The Knave Amab • Genderfluid • He/They • Pansexual • Demiromantic 

Baríon’s bastard son she had with a fiend she bargained with for more power. Since he was young, he was raised by the servants of the house, and the coven, over his own mother; the two have more of a business relationship over a familia one. Since he cares less what his mother does, he spends his time with Liannah and Reyes, either at the bakery or getting into trouble somewhere. With Reyes as an influence, Mastema is a flirtatious man that enjoys scandals and making the most of life

♧ Reyes Amor Bello; The Charlatan  Amab • Queer • He/She • Pansexual • Aromantic

A foreigner to the Coven, born and raised in the Duchy of Incali. At a young age, he became a traveling charlatan, recently settling within the coven only as he befriended Liannah and Mastema and enjoyed their company. Now, he is the local bad influence: scamming locals out of their money at the taverns, wooing and seducing young men and ladies alike, always trespassing and vandalizing something. He is trouble, but has a heart of gold when it matters.

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魔法の香水瓶

By:  nolc

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I’m gonna try to get tattooed by this guy in the next few months :)

[nohayfalknerparafalkner]

Haz lo que yo dice, pero no lo que ella hago (@Corelia)

—Me alegra que llegaran, los estaba esperando. ¡Aaaaiiiia! Por favor, síganme.

El doctor Elmo Mento acomodó su rizo favorito antes de comenzar el recorrido. Cada tanto volteaba para asegurarse de que sus invitados lo estuvieran siguiendo (aunque les sería difícil encontrar la forma de regresar a sus hogares sin preguntar por la salida del recito, eso era cierto).

—Sé que… ¡aiiiiia!, lo que voy a comentar parecerá salido de un libro de cuentos, pero no tenemos mucho tiempo para explicar. ¡Aaaiiiiaa! Les ruego que crean todo lo que digo.

Habían llegado al final del pasillo, en donde un gigantesco portón metálico con rayas amarillas les impedía el paso. Empotrado en la pared se encontraba un lector de tarjetas. El doctor Elmo Mento pasó por allí la suya y luego ingresó el código de identificación personal en el tablero numérico. Falkner alcanzó a contar siete dígitos. El portón metálico se levantó con cierta pereza. Adelante se veía un pasillo todavía más largo. A los lados del pasillo se ubicaban varias habitaciones, separadas del pasillo por vidrios que permitían, a quienes transitaran por el pasillo, ver sin ser vistos. Cada cámara estaba marcada por un cartel rojo con caracteres blancos. “#311-A”, se leía en uno; “#GAMA-I”, decía otro; “!Jazz”, rezaba uno de por allí.

El líder de gimnasio avanzaba por el pasillo con la misma lentitud de quien lo guiaba. Aprovechaba el dificultoso avanzar para observar las cámaras. Casi todas estaban vacías, pero algunas tenían personas que dormían con un mameluco blanco.

—¡Aiiiiiia! Aquí es —Se detuvo el doctor Elmo Mento, y señaló las cámaras que tenía a su derecha y a su izquierda.

El cartel de la cámara de la derecha decía “ICTU-Z”; el de la izquierda, “Ign3”. No había nadie en ninguna de las dos, tan solo se veía una cama y un espejo que, en el caso de la cámara de la derecha, estaba roto.

—No… entiendo —manifestó Falkner, esperando que Corelia lo secundara.

—¡Aaaiiiiiaa! Claro que no. Y, por desgracia, no tengo tiempo para explicarles. En realidad, sí tengo, pero nos conviene a todos que lo utilice en otra cosa.

El doctor Elmo Mento hizo sonar el silbato que tenía colgado. A partir de entonces, comenzó a hablar a altísimas velocidades:

—¡Aiiiiiaa!Llevamosañosexperimentandoconloqueaquíllamamos“Senolc”,esdecir,“Clones”escritoalrevés(muyingenioso,losé,fueideamía).Setratadeespecímenesalosqueleshacemosunoscambiospequeñitos,demaneratalquesecomportendeunaformatotalmenteopuestaalosportadoresdelADNoriginal.¡Aiiiiaa!Perohaceunassemanastuvimosunproblemamenorennuestrosistemadeseguridadysenosescaparonvarios.¡Tranquilos,aaaaiiiaa!Yarecuperamosatodos.Bueno,acasitodos.¿Entienden?

El doctor Elmo Mento hizo una pausa en su discurso, esperando que su público comprendiera por sí mismo para qué había sido convocado allí. Al darse cuenta de que eso no ocurría, volvió a tocar el silbato.

—¡Todavía no encontramos a los senolc de ustedes, aaaaiiiiaaa! Y que estén dando vueltas por ahí… ¡es muy peligroso! Los necesitamos de vuelta, podrían estar en cualquier parte, haciendo cualquier cosa. ¡Cualquier cosa! Para eso los llamamos, Falkner, Corelia: solo ustedes pueden encontrarlos. ¡Aaaaiiaaa!

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Umberto Raffini Nolce Sandal Wedge Tangerine.

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Halloween Sui-chan 🎃 by のる▽nolc

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NOLC

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#perlesjournal Sunday mornings my basic modus operandi is nolce far niente. So haven’t done much. Watched Today Show and CBS Sunday Morning sipping yesterday’s leftover coffee over ice. And as is my custom as soon as I can see the first of next month on the current calendar I turn the page and filled in September’s events. Only omitting #momsdatout . Sat at my studio desk long enough to enjoy my view of the quiet street below; to write my September rent check; and write my Morning Pages (a long time habit even before reading Julia Cameron’s Artist’s Way) Those pages have kept me sane more years than I can remember. Pulled out some sharp cheddar slices from the fridge that appeared to be growing some mold around the edges. Trimmed them, broke into fours, dusted w cayenne, and baked at 350° on a parchment lined sheet pan. Love cheese crisps. Sometimes I do it w/o the mold. I really need to GI the fridge and toss all the food that bit the dust in the past 2 weeks. But. Meh. Not feeling it. Not ready for brunch yet. But cheddar crisps and a cold brew are just fine. Cheers 🍻. And. Happy Sunday y’all. #photooftheday @todayshow @cbssundaymorning #ritual #calendar #sunday #morning #mom #urbanlife https://www.instagram.com/p/Chz5B-3rn3N/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=