#LED Grid Display

[eagerledscreen]

Top Trends in Front Service LED Screen Technology

Technology is constantly evolving, and the field of LED screen is no exception. Front service LED screen have revolutionized the way we display information and capture attention. These screens are not only visually stunning but also offer convenience and flexibility in terms of maintenance and installation.

In this blog, we will explore the latest trends of 2024 of front service LED screens that are shaping the industry.

Seamless Integration

One of the key trends in front service LED screen technology is seamless integration with various digital platform. LED screens can now be easily connected to smartphones, tablets, and other devices, enabling businesses to display dynamic content and engage with their audience in real-time.

Enhanced durability

These screens are now built to withstand harsh weather conditions, making them suitable for both indoor and outdoor installations. With improved durability, businesses can confidently invest in front service LED screen and expect a longer lifespan, reducing the need of frequent replacements.

Customization option

These are becoming increasingly customizable, allowing businesses to create unique and captivating displays. Whether it’s adjusting the screen size, shape, or resolution, LED technology offers endless possibilities for customization, ensuring that businesses can effectively communicates their message to their targated audience.

Energy Efficiency

Sustainability is a growing concern in today’s world, and LED screens are addressing this issue by becoming more energy-efficient. With advancement in LED technology, front service screen now consume less power while delivering brighter and more vibrant visuals.

Easy maintenance

Unlike traditional LED screens, front service LED screens are designed for easy maintenance and repair. With front access panels, technicians can quickly access the internal components of the screen, minimizing downtime and reducing maintenance costs. Front service LED screen technology offering businesses new opportunities to engage with their audience and deliver captivating content. As we move forward, expect to see even more innovation in this field, making front service LED screens an indispensable tool for businesses across various industries.

[the-californicationist]

Cali's Kinktober: Day 16

Kinktober Masterlist virtus laudata crescit - "greatness increases with praise" TF141 x f!reader Kinks > praise, cunnilingus, mild dubcon/corruption Full tags on AO3 - MDNI - Read at your own risk.

Your commander, Captain Price, has come back successful from his last mission, and he blames you for his victory. Your maps and intel led them straight to the enemy, and now he is rewarding you with his utmost praise. The catch? He insists on making sure all of his men display their gratitude to you on their knees.

You heard them coming down the hall before you saw them. Your office was built with short, temporary walls, designed for efficient set up and take down, and the noise of their gear and boots was unmistakable. The 141 had survived a truly challenging mission. You’d gotten the confirmation that they all made it to exfil, and the relief that filled your body was like some sort of euphoria. 

As they rounded the corner, their hulking, gear-laden bodies coming into view of the tactical offices, you and your coworkers let out loud shouts of applause. Everyone stood and clapped as your heroes made it through the building. This happened after every mission these days because the work was getting harder and harder. The counter-intelligence was lacking, the funding was always short, and the whole team was missing the comforts of home. But, today had been a turning point, and they’d pulled through. You were so proud to be helping them. 

You watched as they stood in the center of the tactical office, and the leader, Captain Price, put his hand up as if asking to speak. 

“Oh, wow! A speech,” your coworker, Talia, exclaimed under her breath as she stood next to you, “This is awesome!”

“Thank you,” Price said, raising his gravelly voice so the whole office could hear him, “For all your hard work today. Without you, we couldn’t do our jobs, and today, we owe you our lives.”

More applause, some celebratory whooping, and big smiles all around. Price continued,

“Who is agent 557?”

The jovial crowd turned quiet, everyone glancing around until, slowly, all eyes fell on you. 

Talia smiled big and said,

“She’s over here! It’s 557. She’s right here, Captain.”

“Tal, stop,” you hissed, feeling your cheeks flush hot with embarrassment. 

“557?” Price’s bright blue eyes were staring right into your soul.

“Yep,” Talia said smugly, “Captain Price, meet 557, your navigator. Best in the business. This girl could map the universe if you gave her enough caffeine and time.”

“Is that so?” Price asked, stalking his way over to you. 

Your coworkers stepped aside, letting him cut through the crowd to get to you. Once he was standing in front of you, you became even more aware of his immense size. He was dashingly attractive, which everyone in the office knew already. All four men had their own fan clubs, of course, kept secret and whispered over the water cooler or pinged back and forth in the group Slack chat. But, they were always so far away, doing far away things. This was very up close and personal, and you felt your mouth go dry, your nerves fraying, and your breath catching in your throat.

“You saved the bloody day, love. Your map sent us through enemy lines in the safest way. I argued with Gaz,” he craned his head around and nodded at Garrick who wore a smug smile, “I wanted to do it quicker. But, he trusted you. Said you must’ve had your reasons. We were in and out without so much as a scratch on us, and it’s all because of you. Didn’t realize til we breached the warehouse that they had heatseekers on the ground, armed and ready.”

The whole office gasped, and there were murmurs. People even paused to look down at their datapads, wondering where they had missed those weapons on the intel.

You nodded, explaining yourself,

“I thought as much. Heat seekers need a source temp, so putting them near hot oil tanks or airflow units would be a mistake. It’d ruin the readings. So, in grids A4 through E6, I thought… why the outbuildings? Too low for lookouts, too remote for storage. Didn’t make sense. I thought we’d play it safe and cut behind. I’m sorry if it added time, but I couldn’t be sure of what I was looking at.”

“You’re incredible, love. C’mon, me and the lads want to thank you proper, if that’s alright.”

You looked at Talia who was absolutely not playing it cool, and you shrugged,

“Yeah, sure! Mission’s over. I can duck out early. Why not?”

Price smiled wide and warm, and you felt like you would melt in it. 

You followed them down into Price’s private offices, and your eyes marveled at the task force’s war room. It was everything you’d ever wanted to see. Maps and charts and data galore! It was Heaven. 

“Whoa!” You exclaimed, stopping at a large map of Urzikstan, “Is this a SAT image from last week? The bombing in G15 is on here.”

Gaz chuckled,

“C’mon, babes. Come sit and have a drink with us.”

The soldiers dropped all their gear and sat around the table, waiting for Price to pull out the good stuff. He produced an expensive-looking Scotch, and you all got a generous portion. 

You tried very hard not to make a face when you drank it, but you couldn’t help it. You wanted to play it cool in front of the hottest dudes in the whole base, feeling like you were very much living out multiple coworkers’ fantasies right now. 

“C’mere, love,” Price said, grabbing you and lifting you up on the desk. 

You giggled, passing off your glass to Ghost, letting Price do whatever he wanted. Honestly, what were you gonna say? No? Ha!

“You deserve much more than just praise, love. You deserve our full gratitude. My men and I wanna show you just how thankful we are to have you on our team. Will you let us do that?”

“I’m just doing my job, sir. You and the 141 are the most important ones in this whole operation. I’m just lucky to be here.” 

“You’re doin’ so much more than jus’ a wee job, bonnie,” Soap added, coming up beside Price and taking your hand in his, “You saved us today. No doubt about it.”

“Let us show you, babes,” Gaz stood behind Price and Soap, looking every bit as gorgeous as he did in the profile picture the staff passed around last week when he was doing PT out in the common room.

“Oh, okay. Sure,” you nodded, “What… um…” 

Ghost stepped forward, pushing past Price and lifted the bottom of his mask. You gasped, shocked to see part of his face, and then, he pulled you in for a long kiss. The feeling of his tongue slipping against yours was like a dream, and you sighed into him, feeling like you had absolutely lost your mind. 

“Such a good girl,” Ghost purred, “You deserve a prize, huh?”

You whimpered, and then you felt Soap tugging off your pants, pulling off your shoes and socks, while Gaz worked on stripping your top off of you. 

“Oh, God…” You whispered, unable to think straight. 

“You alright, love?” Price asked, “My men begged me to let them thank you on their knees, and who was I to deny them?”

“Holy shit,” you said, staring between your legs as Ghost lifted his mask over his nose, sank to his knees, and began to devour your pussy like a man starving. 

You were in shock. This was the most amazing thing that had ever happened to you, and it didn’t even feel real. You were no one; just a map maker. But, you felt like a queen tonight. 

Soap sank down as well, pushing your knees apart even further, eating you right alongside Ghost, their tongues working together to bring you pleasure. You let your head fall back in blissful agony, unable to watch the pleasure that they were crafting on your swollen clit. But, Gaz was by your side, licking and suckling at your heavy tits, holding you up and telling you,

“Watch them, lovie. See how thankful they are to have you? You are worth so much to us.”

“Thank you, lass,” Soap mumbled, talking with his mouth full of you, looking up at you through hooded eyes, “So fuckin’ good to us.”

“Aye,” Price said, stepping up behind Ghost and Soap, pushing their heads into you even deeper, making them bury their mouths in your pussy, “Tha’s it lads, show her what a good fuckin’ girl she is. You’d be fuckin’ dead without her. Go on.”

“Oh, my God,” you moaned, “I’m gonna come!”

“Fuck, yes, love,” Ghost groaned, “Give it to us.”

You gritted your teeth as you felt your whole body tense, and then… you were launched into a toe-curling explosion of pleasure. Your pussy was fluttering, its muscles pulsating for the two men between your legs, your thighs shaking from the feeling. 

You thought they’d clean you up and set you free, but as soon as Soap and Ghost licked you through your orgasm, lapping up your slick come, Price was yanking them away from you, crawling between your legs and taking their place. 

He was so rough, so aggressive, and he ate you in a way that made you feel electrified. You were frozen in place, hanging on every lick and suck and kiss with his bristly beard and full lips. Then, he started to feed his tongue into your hole, writhing it inside of your entrance, trying to reach deeper and deeper inside of you to get to more of your sweet sin. 

You couldn’t help but rake your hands through his hair which made him moan, the dark vibration of it vibrating your flesh, sending you down a long spiral. Ghost and Soap were busy dragging their mouths over your tits, and Gaz was kissing your neck, all the while telling you what a perfect girl you were, how they were all so lucky to have you, and how they would spend as long as it took to remind you that you are the reason they were alive tonight.

“Thank you, love,” Price said as he slipped his tongue through your folds, “You are so beautiful. Fuck, we’re lucky, aren’t we, lads?”

“Hell yes,” Gaz growled darkly, sucking on the soft skin of your neck hard enough to leave a mark.

“Can I put my fingers inside of you, pretty girl?” Price begged, “I wanna touch this sweet little cunt so bad.”

You nodded, helplessly,

“Please touch me.”

“Oh,” his face contorted into a look of disbelief as he stuck his thick finger inside your hole, “Oh, fuck. Feel this, mate. Holy fuck.”

Ghost peered down where Price was fingering you, in and out, slow and steady, and he put his own finger in next to his captain’s. You watched his eyes roll back in his head,

“Bloody hell. She’s so soft. Such a perfect cunt.”

You were trembling so hard that you could feel it in your bones, and you began to come as they touched you inside of your pussy. 

“Tha’s our good fuckin’ girl,” Soap said, coming up from your tight nipple to kiss your mouth, “Come for us, again. So gorgeous.”

You came so hard that you had tears in your eyes, and you looked down at Price in shock. He looked back at you, licking through your lips in long, slow passes, twisting his finger in and out, fucking you on his hand through your wet, silky come. 

Gaz stepped around, and Price moved so that he could have his turn with you, and he took his time. He teased you, using the tip of his long, pink tongue to barely touch your clit, wiggling it up and down, making you squirm. Ghost and Price took turns with Soap kissing and sucking your sensitive breasts and feeding their tongues into your mouth, making you taste yourself. 

“Such a delicious pussy, babe. I’d eat you every fuckin’ day,” Gaz groaned. 

He kissed your pussy lips as if it was your mouth, making out with your cunt, using his tongue like he was trying to pull out more and more of your come. Then, he added two of his fingers inside of you and pressed them down, opening up your hole so that he could shove his tongue inside. 

His fingers and his tongue began to piston in and out of you, working you into a frenzy. 

“Oh, fuck! Gaz! Please…” You begged, still on edge from your prior orgasms.

“Mm-hm,” he grunted, encouraging you while his mouth was working you into a froth.

“You’re doin’ so well for us, bonnie,” Soap praised you, kissing your lips as they hung open in a moan.

“I’m… oh, fuck! I’m coming again! I’m com–mngh! Angh!” Your words were trapped in your chest, quickly replaced by your screams.

Gaz moaned as you came for him, fucking you faster with his huge hand, making lurid noises with the wetness of your cunt. 

Your whole body was limp, and you felt like you were high. Price lay you gently down on the table and lazily fondled your breasts, squeezing them and plucking softly at your swollen nipples. He smiled at you, purring his praise from deep in his chest,

“You did such a good job, 557.”

“She really did, Cap,” Gaz agreed, wiping his lip and sucking the juices he collected from his fingertips.

Soap stepped around to peer down at your well-loved pussy, dipping his own thumb in and out ever so gently,

“Didnae doubt her for a moment. Our bonnie girl did so well.”

“I wonder how we can thank her for doing such a good job for us tonight, huh, Cap?” Ghost chuckled.

You watched as he tugged off his belt and began to pull down his fly. Your eyes widened, looking up at Captain Price for his reaction. The captain wore a wolf’s grin, his teeth white and sharp, his mouth still hungry,

“I dunno, Riley,” he unbuckled his own trousers to reveal his massive, throbbing cock, “But, I bet we can think of somethin’.”

“What do you think, babe?” Gaz had his long, hard cock in his hands, and he began rubbing it gently all over your face, “Are you ready for a little more gratitude?”

Suddenly, you realized that Soap had replaced his thumb with his drooling cockhead, rubbing himself all over your wet flesh, dipping just the tip into your creamy hole,

“We’re just so fuckin’ proud of you, lass. Good girls need rewards, don’t they?”

[bon2bonn]

Orign of Orion The Great

Max Verstappen X female!driver!reader

Words count : 900

* I miss writing WYS ☹️.

Back to 🏁 the Grid 🏎️

Our driver's birthday became an anticipated code red situation , so it was Max's life mission to make it the best as it could ever be , and that includes a lot of discreet planning, secret gifts shopping and most importantly find the best gift for her . She wasn't the picky or demanding type, No , she was worse than that , She was indifferent about her birthday to begin with , not to be mistaken for forgetful but indifferent to a fault , shrugging at the reminder and moving on with her day like it's nothing.

Max took it upon himself to make every birthday memorable in it's own way, not bothering with the big celebration and throwing parties, he same as her preferred the simple day/night in , making dinner or going out on an adventure Just the two of them, which turned into a tradition of a lifetime that they carried on doing for the other.

And this time it wasn't any different, the day turned into a glorious adventure which led them to a pet store, upon her insisting after seeing the window display of the store and he could only open the door for her as she dragged him in after .

Smiling as she made a Beeline for the back where the worker led them to see the little fellows up for adoption, and the quiet scream she let out once she saw the rows of chambers in each side, along with the shove she gave him in favour to make him move out the way to get to the closest baby she could get her hands on made him know he's in the right place.

She claimed she was in heaven, surrounded by a numerous number of kittens, two of them were napping on her lap while another was in her arms on the verge of sleeping, she pout and gave her best puppy eyes to Max who was already holding one in his hands and asked " can't we take them all ? " He looked like he was actually considering the idea but shook his head " you know we can't do that , we can't look after them all through the season, and we can't bring them everywhere we travel" she contemplated for a moment then declared " then I'll retire" he squint at her , not knowing if she was joking or if she was dead serious. You'll never know for sure with her , then he bargained " alright, for now you get to take one . But we'll see what happens in few years " she turned the option in her head for a second but was interrupted by a loud scream from another room followed by a cry of " he's out!! " Then a panicked call of " oh God!! Bethany get away !!!!! No ! Go back ! " Then a traumatized cry followed by running feet heading their way .

They were greeted with two disheveled employees who were running for their life , passing them in a haste before disappearing down the door behind them , and as the door swung after them , a small ball of furr came running through it , letting a screeching meow that made the other kittens surrounding our driver screw away in alarm , then stood in a wide stan as if ready to bounce on her if needed , but kept his distance as he started her down, or tried to, seeing how small he was at the time.

She looked in wonder at the small ball with the great attitude and was bemused at his antics, making her way bit by bit towards him and extended her hand to him , laughing at the hiss he made towards her extended hand , which he ignored and went to attack her shoe instead, biting and scratching with all his might , but it only resulted in small almost nonexistent scratches and a laugh out of her as she gently ran her hands between his ears and down his back , then under his chen when looked up at her as she cooed softly " oh hi there little guy " earning a ' meow ' in return making her humm as she scratched behind his ears emitting a purr of content before he nudged his head against her hand in approval. " Oh ! , you little cutie " she then held him up and asked " aren't you a precious little thing !? " Earning a "meow!" In reply making her giggle with glee " yes you are ! " She held him higher and declared "you and I will take over the world and then we'll burn it down! " He let out a loud 'meow!' in affirmation and squint his eyes happily.

Max stood on the side along with one of the employees both watching in silence then Max nod to himself " yeah , we're taking him " the woman looked at him in bewilderment, shaking her head " are you serious!? , no ! . It's not safe! I can't do that" he gave her a side eye and asked " you want to tell them that ? " Then nod at the two who were busy with their world domination scheme making her gulp before making her way to collect the required papers for the process.

[adafruit]

Triple Matrix Bonnet Makes Big Bright Displays 🔴🟢🔵✨

With our latest work on getting HUB75 RGB matrices working on the Raspberry Pi 5

we can now create stunning LED displays. But what if we want more pixels? At some point, we max out the bandwidth of the RP1 chip, but we can still squeeze out additional performance by updating the PIO commands to output two or three matrix strings instead of just one.

Thus, the Triple Output RGB Matrix Bonnet you see here! We're using the classic Active-3 pinout

with a switch to select whether the 4th or 8th pin is connected to address E.

Since we expect large matrix grids drawing 10A+ of current, there's no onboard power management—the 5V supply should be connected separately through thick power wires. This board is for data only. If you aren't using port 3, the I2C remains available, so we've added a Stemma QT port for extra flexibility.

[thebirdfantasy]

The Holiday House Ch3

By the time this gets posted, I'll be 2 hours in with my exam and I've got one hour left. Then I've got a 30 minute bus ride before I get home... so it'll be ages before I can actually check out this post Why was the hardest part of writing this fic the actual world-building itself!? Why did I go for such a complex house!? God!!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

It's a small triple story loft.

The main floor was an open plan that had almost everything. As soon as Scott walked in, he was met by a C shaped kitchen to his left of decent size. In front of him was an open walkway that led to the dipped living room before ending its destination to the storage room where maintenance tools are kept and displayed on a large pegboard and emergency supplies are hidden behind closed cabinets. Alongside the emergency cabinet is a shelf with an emergency generator as well as an emergency heating unit. Scott wondered for a second about why the fancy heater was stored here until his father explained without needing to be asked.

"It's an off-grid house that uses a solar-geothermal climate system that works without wires." Dad mentioned.

As he opened the cabinet, he noticed two cylinder tanks beside the shelving unit of the cabinet. "Hot water tanks?" He turned to his dad.

"There's more of those across the house." Jeff grinned in response. "There's also geothermal floor heating system, a back-up solar heating system, compost heating systems, thermal curtains, you walked past the fireplace already, and some emergency mylar blankets in-case all else fails." He nearly barked a laugh when he noticed his son's shocked face. "I know you said you wanted no electricity, but you never said anything about no over-engineering, Son."

They made their way out of the storage room and backtracked into the open floor, Scott wanted to the see the kitchen properly now, but his father stopped him midway to point at the fireplace.

"Now I know you said no electricity but-" He pointed at a fancy back panel settled over top of the fireplace. "That's an emergency comms system, it runs similarly to the one in my office at the Auckland Branch… Assuming you know how to use that one."

"I can get behind that."

Out of habit, Scott knocked on the walls while passing through the living room and concluded that the house was heavily insulated. The second he reached the kitchen; his father spoke again.

"That's a pantry over there right at the end of the kitchen, it's big enough to last a week's worth of food, which is good cause that means you'll get to make weekly visits back to the villa for groceries." Then he added, "Regular check-ins will give your grandma a peace in mind."

"That's cool." Scott mindlessly answered, walking over to the end of the kitchen to open the pantry cabinet.

"There's a manual coffee grinder, and a hand-crank blender for your coffee and smoothies. You also have a wood burning stove and a solar oven. Over here is your iron skillet and—" Jeff opened the front door and leaned out to check something before coming back inside to say "—You've got more water storage than you'll ever need."

"'s'a bit much…" Scott shrugged.

"That's the point, Scooter!" The old man huffed. "It's a holiday! Gotta treat it like one!"

"Alright…" There's no point trying to win against his father. "So… where's the bedroom?" He gestured to the stuffed navy duffel bag in his hand, its weight was beginning to take a toll on his shoulder, and he was hoping to drop it as soon as got inside but completely forgot he was holding it during the tour.

Jeff twirled around the sink and led Scott to a sturdy wooden ladder stationed between the kitchen island and the wall that takes them up to the third floor. "Just up here, it's a bit small compared to your bedroom but it's warm and comfy."

"You sure you should be climbing this thing, old man?" Scott followed his father upwards.

"Oh, ha ha."

Note to self: Unlike the villa, this house isn't accessible to mobility aid users… At all.

The bedroom was about the same size as the kitchen considering it pretty much matched the ground floor. There was a double bed with what looked like more than one layer of blankets over top of it, a fluffy rug beneath his feet and at the corner of the room was a wardrobe. Handrails surrounded the void above the dipped living room, from this height, Scott couldn't help but admire not only the choice of furniture for the living room, but also the view beyond it, where the wall of glass displayed the sunset amongst the oceans.

"This place is really nice in Golden Hour." Jeff commented.

The temporarily retired rescue operative wasted no time dumping his bag onto the fancy bed as Jeff walked past the round the corner. Another walkway parallel to the one underneath leads to a balcony sliding door. Following his father, they stepped out to the sounds of ocean waves and seagulls before Jeff quickly pushed his son back inside. "Now we go upstairs again." He turned around to another ladder set at the wall.

The third floor was a singular room at the top surrounded by large windows and a balcony.

"I didn't really get much furniture sorted in here." Jeff gestured at the roundtable in the centre of the room. "I was thinking of getting you a swing or a hammock by the window with the best sunlight, but… I don't know…"

"Couldn't find the right one?"

"Yeah, nothing felt right for the space."

"I'll figure something out." Scott shrugged. "This is nice though." He settled down on one of the wooden chairs at the roundtable, it had soft cushion to it embroidered with flowers.

"Thanks, it was a group effort to make this work, you know."

"I'm aware, Dad."

They paused, at some point Jeff found himself joining Scott at the table right next to him. "There's a trail system surrounding the house that tracks down through the trees and across majority of the best spots on the island." He waited for the words to register in Scott's head before continuing. "You already know that emergency beacons are dispersed all over the island, so if something happens, you can call."

Scott nodded. "Okay… And where's the bathroom?"

"There is no bathroom here, it's in a separate building right next to the house. It looks like a wood shack, but I promise you, it's the fanciest mini-spa-house you'll ever find."

"Oh." Scott shivered. "Great. So, if I need to go, I have to run outside first."

Jeff chuckled. "You'll live." He stood up. "Anyways, I should head off now. As soon as I make it back, I'm going to give you a call to make sure the emergency comms are working, then I'll leave you to it. Remember, it's only six months. You can manage six months. I expect you to spend those months having fun, do some parachuting, rock climbing, waterskiing… Whatever. This is a holiday, I want you to exploit it."

"-Alright, Dad! I hear you! No over-working and have fun. I get it!" Scott grinned. "I'm not that dull."

"Your brothers would say otherwise, Scott."

Scott chuckled. "That's fair…" They would. "Speaking of which, I forgot to talk to them about this bet thing-."

"Leave that to me, Son."

"You sure? I mean it's my holiday."

"Just get some rest, Scott. I'll worry about the family later."

"If you say so."

Within seconds, Jeff had left the house, a click symbolised his parting and Scott climbed down to the second floor. Aware enough to avoid the duffel bag, he leaped onto the new blue bed that recoiled from his force.

"Small" Dad called it. This house was anything but small. It's big, not as big as the villa, but definitely bigger than the average holiday cottage from Scott's childhood memories.

This place was simple, but beautiful. Designed with wood and stone, big windows, and quiet spaces. Most importantly, to Scott's regret, this place was nearly completely electricity free.

Scott's eyes widen as he eyes the ceiling. "What the hell…"

Chapter 4: It's been two days since the last anyone's heard from Scott, according to Virgil.

This is the end of the chapter, but I'm gonna put a keep reading thing here because I have some lazy 4am sketches of the loft to show off.

So about the bathroom thing..

I actually forgot to add one, so i decided to turn the wood shack into a mini-spa

the things that are highlighted in light blue are the things that dont exist yet but are going to exist in future chapters.

like I said... it was 4am

here is the ground floor with the kitchen, the living room and the storage room:

then this is the bedroom right above that, Scott's going to make his own changes to the loft and remove the handrails to build hammock net so that he can sunbathe up there

the final floor is actually called a sunroom, Scott's gonna get rid of the roundtable and just chuck in as much comfy furniture as he can up there (with Virgil's help of course)

like i said, I really hate world building im pretty sure if you were to try and turn this floor plan into an actual 3D design, it would look ugly. also im not going to let go of the fact that my dumb ass forgot the bathroom. i still cant believe i did that lol

but hey! i drew stuff! feel free to use your imagination!

[batsplat]

Catalunya 2008: The switch to the lighter 800cc bikes was generally expected to benefit Dani Pedrosa, who headed into his second season in the premier class with sky high expectations after already being an outside title contender for most of his rookie campaign. The perception that Honda had built a bike to Pedrosa's liking, rather than that of his world champion teammate Nicky Hayden, was a matter of no little controversy - but ultimately Honda's bike did not have enough power for either rider to keep up with runaway 2007 champion Ducati's Casey Stoner. Pedrosa did manage to snag an unlikely second place in the championship off Valentino Rossi at the very last race of the season, when Pedrosa's victory and Rossi's mechanical DNF gave the position to Pedrosa by a single point. His unusual choice to claim the number two plate the following year led to paddock speculation about whether he had done so to rub the championship standings in Rossi's face. More importantly, Honda opted to stick with the Michelin tyres that had been so thoroughly outshone by Stoner's Bridgestones that year, standing in contrast to Rossi's contentious switch away from the Michelins.

Pedrosa started 2008 well and was the only rider to make it to the podium in each of the first four races of the year. His early season was defined by his conflict with old enemy Jorge Lorenzo, who had felt slighted by Pedrosa not shaking his hand at the very first race of the year at Qatar. Pedrosa was clearly less than thrilled to finish behind Lorenzo upon the latter's debut in the premier class - and Lorenzo responded by criticising Pedrosa for the perceived lack of graciousness in the press. It made the stakes of their home race in Jerez all the higher, with Lorenzo securing his second straight pole before Pedrosa claimed a convincing victory on Sunday. When the Spanish king badgered the pair of them into shaking hands, Pedrosa could hardly have looked less enthusiastic. The hostilities continued into the third round at Estoril, with Lorenzo once again securing pole and this time a victory along with it, and Pedrosa once again looking aggrieved at having to exist in a ten mile radius of his compatriot. After that, however, Lorenzo's season quickly fell apart, with a series of dramatic crashes sabotaging both his body and his confidence. In the end, Pedrosa's title rivals were to be the same pair as in the year before.

After holding the championship lead early on, Pedrosa was forced to relinquish it to Rossi when the latter went on a three race win streak. Pedrosa lost a close contest for second to Stoner in Mugello, with Rossi beating both of them at his beloved home race - but now it was time for MotoGP to return to Pedrosa's turf. Qualifying in P2 with Stoner on pole, Pedrosa got one of his typically perfect launches off the line to lead Stoner from the start, while the in-form Rossi would have a lot of work to do from ninth on the grid. Stoner attempted to put pressure on Pedrosa early on, but a lap one error followed by getting embroiled in a lengthy tussle with Andrea Dovizioso allowed Pedrosa to put some critical daylight between himself and the chasing pack. Soon enough, Rossi caught up to Stoner - and the two of them took turns to let the other attempt to drag them closer to Pedrosa. Eventually they realised it was futile, having to instead contend themselves to hashing out second place between the pair of them. It was a repeat of the ferocious battle of the year before, which back then had involved all three top riders. In 2007, Stoner had emerged on top ahead of Rossi followed by Pedrosa - this time, Rossi bested Stoner, though well behind Pedrosa's dominant display out front. Before heading off to Donington, it was time for a post-race test, with Ducati hoping to finally fix some of their issues this season. If they managed to do so, they might still be able to provide Stoner with the tools he needed to enact a repeat of the crushing dominance of the previous year.

[boxboxblog]

Rivals: Jack Brabham v Stirling Moss

Alright, this is part of my series on F1 rivalries throughout history. Enjoy!

(Moss on the left, Brabham on the right)

So, sticking with the more classic era, I wanted to discuss the Brabham and Moss rivalry of the 50s and 60s. This rivalry, like many later, would be a result of differing driving styles, methods, and philosophies, but above all else an almost equal level of skill that led the two to be each others main competitors.

These two drivers knew each other before they entered F1, crossing paths multiple times in other motorsport series. Brabham, from Australia, was a methodical, collected, and engineering-driven driver, who played a massive part in the development of F1 cars. His personality was also the more reserved one, being quietly determined for most of his career. Moss, an Brit, on the other hand was regarded as the most naturally gifted of his generation. He was confident, aggressive, instinctive, and had a rather flamboyant personality.

(Moss taking a swig of a drink with his arm around Brabham)

Straight away you can see the heavy contrast between them. But how did it start? Well, in the late 1950s these two were at the top of the field. They had been competing for years at this point, but it wasn't until 1959 that they truly fought for the title. This was also a big technological shift in F1, which added to the complexity of the season. Brabham's consistency throughout the season would win him the title, but Moss put in some fantastic races and wins, memorably a brilliant Monaco GP. But when Moss had to retire form the US GP due to mechanical failure, the title was Brabham's.

(1960, Brabham leads with Moss behind)

The rivalry continued in 1960, and although Brabham dominated (winning five races) he had to battle Moss the entire way. Their contrasting fortunes was a big part of this year, as Brabham seemed on top of the world but Moss continued to suffer more mechanical problems with his car. It seemed like this rivalry was destined to remain this way, as Moss' car continuously showed as a lesser one compared to Brabham. This did not stop Moss from fighting for wins, which displays his incredible skill.

(Brabham in 1961)

1961 and 1962 were much the same, but 1962 saw Brabham found his own F1 team, Brabham Racing. In this he took a much more engineering side to F1, while still driving. 1962 also saw Moss get into a near fatal crash, which marked the end of his F1 career.

(Moss whispering in Brabham's ear, allegedly with advice, right before a 1963 race)

Throughout all of this the two drivers had the utmost respect for the other, much like Ascari and Fangio. They openly admired each other and had a strong understanding of how the other driver operated. Moss often praised Brabham's technical prowess, and Brabham lauded Moss' natural skills, saying he was often the fastest driver on the grid. Beyond that, they were also good friends. Brabham went down as one of the greatest technical drivers in F1 history, and Moss as one of the greatest who never won a championship.

They left behind a legacy of technical innovation (Brabham), but also a rise in the prominence of natural talent (Moss). Much like Fangio and Ascari they also created a tradition of opposite style drivers being rivals, and a strong mutual respect that still translates to many modern F1 rivalries.

(Moss and Brabham in 2008)

Alright, that is a quick look at the Brabham v Moss rivalry. Just a note, during this time both drivers were also considered rivals of Juan Manuel Fangio, so just remember that most drivers are heavily connected, and had multiple rivals. I just focus on certain pairings that are particularly memorable and impactful as rivals.

Cheers,

-B

[mysteriouslyjovialcolor]

Brazil 2016

-Safety car start?

-Water spray is cool

-Max is HIM

-Him terrorizing Nico is my personal favorite form of entertainment

-How does one drive like this? That’s crazy

-McLaren car looks really cool

-Oh no Sebbb

-Seriously you can barely see the cars with this water

-Where did Ocon come from fr? Wasn’t there another Esteban on the grid in Spain??

-Damn not this guy blocking the pit entry

-Damn he actually hit the wall

-If Max got a penalty for this I will scream

-Genuinely need to know what inters do

-Okayyy Checo! that was actually pretty cool recovery

-Shit, Kimi is out

-Wow is this how races used to be, with safety car after safety car?

-Oh they’re all out of the cars? fun

-This is actually my first time watching a red flag

-Not that the crash was fun, but this after stuff is interesting

-Lol they’re such gossips

-Aww my Spanish speaking men

-Young Bono?!

-Them using Lenovo laptops on chairs like they’re in an office is so bizarre

-I love baby maxplaining

-Daniellll 😭😭 (I miss him in Red Bull)

-Safety car used to slay, what happened?

-Aww Kevinnn

-Lewis giving that lady a jacket: cute

-As a spectator , this part must have been so boring

-They’re finally back in the carsss

-They’re backkkk

-As cool as racing in the rain looks, it doesn’t feel very productive

-Can you pit under safety car? God I sound stupid, someone teach me about tires

-Half of this race was under safety car

-How did he go from “young Max” to “mad Max” in a span of a few years?

-Red flag?? Again?? Why??

-Menace Max is my favorite Max

-I’m still confused about the red flag

-Anddd they’re back in the pit lane

-I feel those people in the stands, I wouldn’t leave tho, I mean after paying that much

-“Why are we stopping” indeed

-Nico is such a diva

-Ohmygod baby Charlessssssss

-This is becoming a little boring and chaotic

-Man I’m falling asleep (Just now realizing I have the power to fast forward this, but I’m going to soldier on and experience this like it’s live)

-Watching them talk about the rain for so long made me completely disassociate to the point where I forgot that the sun is actually out right now where I live

-The only exciting part of this race was Max overtaking Kimi

-Please let them race already

-Imagine just getting in and getting out while being sweaty and wet, I feel for these drivers

-“Hurt or killed” Honestly forget the risks these people take sometimes

-GIVE NICO.H A PODIUM

-Are we still under safety car??

-Verstappen really be Roseberg’s sleep paralysis demon

-WE’RE GOING RACING!

-MAXXXXXX

“You’re going there, I’ll just go somewhere else then”

-Aww they called him Maxyyy

-Daniel too!! Wohoo!!

-“It’s the red bulls that are making all the noise there”, That’s so true cause the whole race aside from this was boring

-Let’s go Vettel!!

-I really like these McLaren cars

-Max Max Max

-Future haasband’s fighting

-MAX!!!!!!!

-“Save of the century” That was so close!

-“Schumacher-esque” Hell yeah

-Oh? Esteban Gutierrez is still there?

-yayyy Seb!!

-Hehe “moderately rude”

-Did I mention the McLaren looks really cool?

-I’m sensing the Brocedes team drama here

-“Verstappen is the danger man to the Mercedes team” The foreshadowingggg

-I don’t like how they display the positions on the screen

-Also “Ves”?

-Ohmygod the fricking safety car is back

-Poor guy, last home race (don’t really know him)

-Just googled him: okayy 11 wins

-Okay this do be sad, people are crying, oh no he’s crying, now I’m sad

-Oh shit he got the “guard of honor”

-“All the agony is going to be washed away with this embrace” that’s really sweet

-Ohmygod this is actually really sweet

-Hope you’re well Massa

-This race is officially the most confusing one I’ve seen

-Ohmygod from 16th???

-What is happening?!????

-LH really led the race from start to finish

-If Max makes it to points now I’m really impressed

-OHMYGOD someone’s off the road again!!!!!

-Woah he’s up to p12

-Yeah Max let’s go!

-He’s almost back in the points

-“Sebastian Vettel still can’t get past Carlos Sainz”

-YESS MAXX

“He’s finding grip where no one else is”

-Okay it got interesting again

-He’s p9!!

-P8!

-Yay Dannyyy

-p7!!!!

-“Textbook lesson of how to drive in the rain” !!!

-Yay Dannyyy pt2

-Yay Dannyyy pt3

-Woah Gutierrez is actually cute…

-Carlos is so underrated rn

-Verstappen the man that you are!

-This is so cooool

-Yessss

-Nooooo

-But that was awesome!

-Wheel to wheel!!

-Damn Max

-Holy shit he’s at p4 wth

-No way he makes it to podium

-He’s a beast, my god

-Yes babyyy!

-Checo defense force

-Damnnnn that wheel actionnnn

-HE MADE PODIUM

-Aii poor Carlos

-52nd career win! 👏👏

-Do I want to watch the championship deciding race now??

-Random but Lewis just sounded like Lightening McQueen right now while celebrating

-Maxplainingggg (he just can’t resist)

-Okay I’m watching Abu Dhabi

[focusonarchitecture]

Day 66 — Salesforce Tower I

The Salesforce Tower in San Francisco is the city's tallest skyscraper and a defining feature of its skyline. Designed by César Pelli of Pelli Clarke Pelli Architects, the tower was completed in 2018 and stands at 1,070 feet (326 meters) with 61 floors.

Salesforce Tower is obelisk-shaped, with a grid of metal fins running from the base of the building to the roof. The building sits on reclaimed land, and multiple load-bearing pillars reach below the foundation and into bedrock. The exterior of the building consists of a glass and steel curtain wall with a steel frame and a concrete core. Each floor of the building uses brises soleil to deflect sunlight.

Salesforce Tower is designed to be a green building, with the building employing water conservation measures and air intake systems.[not verified in body] A public art light sculpture at the top of the building, consisting of 11,000 LEDs, displays video animations every evening that can be seen from up to 30 miles (50 kilometers) away.

At the time of the building's opening in January 2018, the San Francisco Chronicle's architecture critic John King characterised it as "Immense but understated. Overwhelming yet refined. A study in thick-walled minimalism that seems to hover more than soar. All of which makes for a nuanced tower, conscientious and self-assured even as it reorients the skyline and redefines San Francisco’s visual image." King also reported that "architecture buffs already dismiss Salesforce Tower as old hat, another Clarke Pelli shaft with a tapered silhouette — just like the International Finance Centre in Hong Kong or Torre Costanera in Santiago, Chile" (the tallest building in South America). However, he defended it against such criticism, pointing out differences like the Salesforce Tower's "smooth ascent".

Photo: Still under construction, April 2017

[eagerledscreen]

The Latest Trends in Stadium LED Screen Technology

The craze of sports is not new. But the way we watch sports is changing. Yes, you read it right. Gone were the days when people watched their favorite sports on TV. Now people love to visit stadiums and want to watch their favorite players play live. But the distance from the ground to the sitting area is so great that sometimes the field is not visible clearly.

To solve this problem, a new technology is evolving: Stadium LED Screens. They offer stunning visuals, interactive features, and real-time updates. It makes your way of watching sports even better. This makes the viewing experience more exciting and engaging than ever before.

In this article, we are going to talk about the latest trend in stadium LED technology and look at some factors that are driving the growth of stadium LED screen technology. So, let’s get started.

Some of the Latest Trends

Ultra-high definition (UHD) resolution: These screens provide real-time images with every focus detail. These screens are mostly used on sports grounds because the audience wants to see every detail of the action.

High refresh rates: High refresh rates (120 Hz or more) reduce motion blur and make the viewing experience smoother and more realistic. It provides the audience with every single update in high quality and is basically used for fast sports like hockey and basketball.

HDR (high dynamic range): It used high-range color, which helps to provide realistic images and make them visible from a large distance. This is important for areas where there is more sunlight, as sometimes sunlight washes out color on traditional LED screens.

Curved Screen: These curved screens reduced the fisheye effect, which is most common on flat screens. It wraps around the viewers and provides a real-time experience.

Interactive screens: These screens are basically used for advertisement purposes in the stadium to make the audience interact through touch-screen, gesture control, or even voice command.

These trends are not only making sports interesting but also changing the way people watch sports. This technology is evolving better, and we expect to see even more innovation in the future.

Factors driving growth in stadium LED technology

In addition to the above trends, below are some of the factors that are driving the growth of stadium LED screen technology:

Increasing popularity of live sports

Growing demand for digital advertising

Falling cost of LED technology

Longer lifespan

Ability to control remotely

Energy efficiency

Stadium LED screens are the most interactive and engaging way to watch sports, and the growing demand will drive more innovation in this technology. These screens are not only best for stadiums but can also create a great impact if used for advertising purposes.

[indoormessageboard]

Warehouse Buzzer System

How Electronic Message Boards Assist In Updating

Electronic message boards are fairly prevalent today, and their usage seems to be proliferating. Message boards in electronic kind properly interact swiftly upgraded company memoranda, final timetable modifications, and marketing, three fairly various applications providing one an idea of the breadth that this medium has gotten to. Herein we explore the phenomenon both generally and in regards to the power released when incorporated with an integrated clock system.

Electronic message boards derive from a lengthy background of open-air communication making use of indicators, billboards, marquees, and so on. Trick attributes were the layouts utilized and the feedback time for updating info. The most usual style entailed drawing on comprehensive personality collections, containing letters, numbers, and spelling, to create words, hanging them from hooks or resting them on wooden slats.

Posts were changed by hand, and updates were thus irregular. In time, updating was improved and somewhat automated using electronic control, such as seen with old baseball park scoreboards.

However, there was still the danger of lacking specific characters and being rendered unable to display all words in your message. This problem was addressed when the dot matrix selection was created, which stood for any type of character (in any type of typeface)-- also graphics-- with a rectangular pattern of on-or-off dots. These could be published on paper, yet a lot more effective was to present them in grids of light bulbs or on a screen.

Mapping formulas converted text into ranges of dots virtually instantaneously, and while drivers entered on a console, messages scrolled across the screen in essentially live. This system still required manual work, however the display screen tool was much easier to read, new, and updatable in a matter of moments. Whence the birth of electronic message boards that utilized light bulbs as the dots, or pixels.

Early light bulbs were incandescent, and were really the only choice; nonetheless, they had brief life-spans and prone to failing from shock. By the millenium, light producing diodes (LED) were a fully grown innovation and available in several shades, including white. Additionally, they outlived incandescent light bulbs by approximately 50 times, were not so breakable, and rapidly came to be the recommended part for message boards.

In time developers got extra creative with the tool and wanted to have more than one "on" shade to deal with. LEDs can fulfill this desire with their 3-in-1 mix of the 3 primary colors to synthesize white light; by choosing different sub-combinations you can obtain 7 various shades.

At some point, upgrading had to transition out of its humble manual origins. Now, textual info can be gotten in real time or gotten from data sources, and software is utilized to map the information right into matrices of (color-coded) dots that get buffered and presented quickly, effortlessly, and effortlessly. Graphics can be incorporated if they are mapped in advance.

Therefore, the modern digital boards are essentially automated, though there are provisions for bypassing scheduled programs with brand-new content in emergencies. Synchronous timekeeping systems manage everything.

An intriguing advancement is the integration of sound signals with the visual information being displayed on a sign in either textual or visual kind. It is popular that a close coordination of both kinds of sensuous stimulations has a tendency to get the message throughout many successfully. It's not a combination of both elements into tune, yet rather the use of sounds (bells, tones, whistles) as focus grabbers to change emphasis of the target market to what the board is showing, whether it be information or other timely information. synchronized clocks for hospitals

The world has actually expanded tired with fixed messaging in regards to both web content and style. Things need to be vibrant to sign up, and this needs constant educational updates. With this article we have seen exactly how electronic message boards promote updating.

[enzaelectric]

Analog vs. Digital Meters: Understanding the Differences and Applications

In today’s increasingly connected and technologically advanced world, precise electrical measurement is critical for efficient power management and system monitoring. Two primary tools dominate the field of electrical measurement: analog meters and digital meters. While both serve the same fundamental purpose — measuring electrical quantities like voltage, current, and frequency — their technology, design, readability, and application differ significantly.

This article explores the key differences between analog and digital meters, their respective advantages, disadvantages, and common use cases to help you make an informed decision when selecting the right meter for your needs.

What Are Analog Meters?

Analog meters are traditional instruments that display measurement readings through a mechanical needle moving over a graduated scale. They have been widely used for decades in industries, commercial applications, and even residential setups.

Key Features of Analog Meters:

· Use of moving coil or iron vane mechanisms

· Continuous scale display

· Passive operation (no power required in many types)

· Simple, durable construction

Common Types:

· Analog Voltmeters

· Analog Ammeters

· Analog Frequency Meters

· Analog Power Factor Meters

Advantages of Analog Meters:

· Easy to interpret trends and fluctuations

· Cost-effective for basic applications

· Operate without auxiliary power

· Better tolerance to transient spikes and overloads

Limitations:

· Lower accuracy compared to digital meters

· Manual reading required

· Parallax error due to needle reading

· Limited data logging or interfacing capabilities

What Are Digital Meters?

Digital meters represent a more modern approach to electrical measurement. These devices convert analog signals into digital values, displaying results on an LCD or LED screen. They are widely used in automation, smart grids, and precision engineering environments.

Key Features of Digital Meters:

· High-resolution digital display

· Advanced microprocessor control

· MODBUS communication (RS-485 interface)

· Programmable settings and alarms

Common Types:

· Digital Voltmeters

· Digital Ammeters

· Digital Frequency Meters

· Digital Multifunction Meters (VAF, kWh, Power Factor, etc.)

Advantages of Digital Meters:

· High accuracy and readability

· Remote monitoring capabilities

· Compact and modern design

· Enhanced functionalities like data logging, alarms, and networking

Limitations:

· Higher initial cost

· Requires auxiliary power

· More complex installation in some cases

Applications of Analog and Digital Meters

Where Analog Meters Excel:

· Educational institutions for teaching fundamentals

· Industrial environments where ruggedness is key

· Backup or emergency systems where power is limited

· Low-budget installations

Where Digital Meters Lead:

· Smart panels and industrial automation

· Energy monitoring systems

· Commercial buildings and infrastructure

· Remote power distribution networks

Choosing the Right Meter: Factors to Consider

When deciding between analog and digital meters, consider the following:

1. Accuracy Requirements — For precision tasks, digital meters are the preferred choice.

2. Budget Constraints — Analog meters offer a cost-effective solution for basic needs.

3. Environment — Analog meters can be more tolerant in high-temperature or high-vibration areas.

4. Communication Needs — If integration with SCADA or monitoring systems is needed, go digital.

5. Data Analysis — For trend tracking and analytics, digital meters with memory and communication ports are ideal.

Enza Electric: Your Trusted Source for Analog and Digital Meters in the UAE

At Enza Electric, we provide a comprehensive range of analog and digital panel meters tailored to meet diverse electrical monitoring needs. Our digital meters support RS-485 MODBUS, enabling seamless integration into modern automation systems. Whether you’re looking for reliable analog meters for legacy systems or advanced digital meters for new installations, Enza Electric has the expertise and inventory to deliver.

We offer:

· Voltmeter, Ammeter, and Frequency meters in both analog and digital forms

· Multifunction VAF meters

· Panel meter sizes: 72x72mm and 96x96mm

· Customizable CT and PT ratios

Conclusion

Both analog and digital meters play important roles in today’s electrical systems. While analog meters offer simplicity and durability, digital meters bring precision, connectivity, and intelligence. Understanding their differences and applications is key to choosing the right tool for your project.

For expert guidance and high-quality meters, contact Enza Electric — one of the leading electrical measurement solution providers in the UAE.

[justforbooks]

Kate Hepburn

Designer and artist who worked for Spare Rib, the Monty Python team and Pink Floyd

In a career that spanned half a century, the graphic designer Kate Hepburn, who has died aged 77 of multiple system atrophy, displayed great versatility. While an artist aims to develop a distinctive and recognisable style, a designer must be able to alter their approach and technique according to the situation. Hepburn was adept at this, working in fields including leftwing causes, music, comedy and publishing.

In 1970, during Kate’s first year of study at Royal College of Art, London, her sister Alison married Terry Jones of the Monty Python team. This led to Kate working with Terry Gilliam on the animations that punctuated the television comedy series Monty Python’s Flying Circus; in particular he recalled her skill in drawing medieval figures. For The Brand New Monty Python Bok (1973), with its misspelled title, she designed a dust jacket smeared with fingerprints. Those who believed the jacket to be genuinely dirty could discard it – revealing the explicit mock-cover of Tits ’n Bums, “a Weekly Look at Church Architecture”.

The Python books co-designed by Hepburn show her brilliance at recreating anything, from the photo-love stories of girls’ comics, complete with deliberately abysmal picture quality, to classifieds to children’s books to Victorian play manuscripts. She would switch typesetting methods – Linotype for one pastiche, rub-down lettering for another – to achieve the authentic flavour.

In 1972, Hepburn joined the staff of the new feminist magazine Spare Rib. Its format and grid were worked out by Sally Doust, a co-designer. Hepburn’s first contribution was its logo, which the magazine’s co-founder Marsha Rowe said was made “with a mix of typeface and free hand. She designed ‘Spare’ in smaller type, jutting up against the ‘Rib’, the ‘ib’ sloping forward, with a jagged force, resonant of bone.” This reassured Rowe that her choice of title, initially a joke, was the right one. Rowe wanted to attract “women readers who were still nervous of Women’s Liberation”, and Hepburn understood that some camouflage was needed, believing that “the magazine’s design and choice of photos should look like other women’s magazines, only with different content”.

Hepburn left the magazine in January 1973, later telling Rowe that she had “begun to feel the strain of the contradiction in working for Monty Python, which still had an element of sexism, and for Spare Rib”.

In 1974, Hepburn began her occasional work for Pink Floyd. Before a tour of Japan, the drummer Nick Mason asked Hepburn to adapt Hokusai’s The Great Wave off Kanagawa for his drumkit. “I had the idea, but she picked it up and took it into a 3D world.” Of her oeuvre in general, Hepburn told me that there was a lot of pastiche. But pastiche is a craft in itself, and artworks such as Mason’s drumkit, which Hepburn painted by hand, went beyond pastiche – here, by reinventing a two-dimensional graphic as a sequence of three-dimensional cylinders sitting adjacent in space.

From 1975, Hepburn contributed cover and book designs to the leftwing publisher Pluto Press, often working through the night to meet deadlines. Her designs for editions of Pluto’s themed Big Red Diary show her skill in collaging images from disparate sources to create a dynamic, coherent whole.

In the 1980s, Hepburn’s work branched out into stage design, in collaboration with her then partner Mark Fisher. Her work for Jean-Michel Jarre’s 1981 tour of China featured banners printed using rudimentary Chinese printing, airbrushed posters on canvas and the cover of the consequent live album. This work earned her two D&AD awards.

Born in Blackheath, London, Kate was the daughter of Margaret (nee Hope) and James Telfer. After her parents separated, she lived with her mother in Hampstead. Margaret later married James Hepburn, whose RAF job required the family to move frequently. In 1960 they finally settled in Parliament Hill, London, where Kate attended Camden school for girls. There she adopted Hepburn’s name, thinking it a better one for an artist.

After a year at Bath Academy of Art, she enrolled in 1966 as a graphic design student at the Central School of Arts and Crafts (now part of the University of Arts London), where she received rigorous training in drawing layouts and type by hand: “You had to hand-rule the text with your Rapidograph pen, and trace 7-point type. It was a very lengthy process, devoted at times.” Making thumbnails and sketches had remained important throughout her career, as “a way of letting the client know that you hadn’t taken expensive decisions using actual materials. You were still drawing, still discussing with them.”

At Central, Hepburn began a relationship with fellow student Pearce Marchbank, whose pioneering work for underground magazines applied radical graphic techniques to politically radical content. Early in their careers both Hepburn and Marchbank had to find ways to achieve maximum visual impact with rudimentary means, for clients who had little money. After the couple separated, Marchbank’s technical knowhow remained a valuable resource. In 1987 they collaborated with Roger Waters on his album Radio K.A.O.S., a cover that converts Waters’ name and track titles to morse code. This needed only two inks and no images, contrasting with the extravagantly staged imagery used by other stadium acts at the time.

In later years Hepburn continued with her watercolour paintings, and screenprints of abstract designs conceived during her student days. Despite periods in which she worked in-house – notably at Wolff Olins brand consultancy – her calling was that of a freelance designer and artist whose vocabulary allows them to switch style to fit the circumstances.

She is survived by her daughter, Usha, her grandchildren, Maya and Manu, and her sisters, Alison and Harriet.

🔔 Kate Hepburn, graphic designer and artist, born 11 June 1947; died 26 July 2024

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at Just for Books…?

[chussyracing]

What has been happening in the world of motorsports?

Niels Koolen was dropped by AIX Racing after 2 races only for allegedly being too slow

James Vowles mentioned that Franco Colapinto could be borrowed by Sauber for 2025, so he is in direct contention with Bortoleto for the seat now

FIA started Officials Deparment led by Matteo Perini

Callum Ilott signed with Prema in Indycar for next season after racing with them in junior formula previously

McLaren had to modify their wing further but there are contradicting reports about it

Lando said their package is pretty much the same, denying they have 7 new upgrades half of which are not even track specific even when his car was among the three chosen for car display for media in pit lane

Fred Vasseur is pussed that McLaren and Red Bull were both found in conflict with the technical and/or sporting regulations but didn't get a real punishment for it

The drivers meeting after sprint qualifying was cancelled

Williams drivers weren't able to access the online meeting required by fia due to a software issue, so they tried to join from their phones and only one was successful and it was already in the middle of the meeting, so they are required to meet the race director and get notes on what they missed out on lmao

Liam does not only get 10 places grid drop penalty but they changed further components ramping up 60 places grid drop penalty for it, so he will start from the very back of the field

Williams signed Lucas Palacio for their junior academy programme

GPDA is planning a meeting with FIA for next week regarding the whole swearing thing as Max said he will continue with the brief answers and his own little press cons outside of FIA's official cameras

If you saw me posting just yesterday please spare in mind i am stupid and forget stuff and also that a lot can happen in one day in f1 😂

[frank-olivier]

Intelligent Beings or Energy Manifestations? Exploring the Nature of Orbs

The study of Unidentified Flying Objects (UFOs) and their associated phenomena has captivated the attention of enthusiasts and researchers alike, and the conversation between Grant, Janet, and JD provides a fascinating insight into the realm of UFO encounters. Their discussion delves into JD's personal experiences with orbs and the potential significance of these encounters in the broader context of UFO research.

JD's journey into the world of UFO exploration began with a simple passion for capturing the beauty of nature and wildlife through her Nikon D50 camera. However, her focus shifted as mysterious orbs and objects started appearing in her photographs, sparking a curiosity that led her to investigate further. As her research progressed, JD made a remarkable discovery—these orbs and objects were not mere camera glitches or dust particles; they displayed intelligent behavior, challenging conventional beliefs and suggesting a higher level of consciousness.

The group's conversation vividly describes JD's encounters with orbs of various colors, such as green, purple, and blue, as well as objects with unique shapes like squares, ribbons, and a multi-colored craft. The multi-colored craft, captured on video through a telescope, is a particularly intriguing aspect of her experiences. Its changing colors and shapes over an extended period, along with its metallic grid-like structure and V-shaped opening, as observed in the photographs, contribute to the mystery surrounding these phenomena.

The evolution of JD's documentation equipment is noteworthy. Beginning with the Nikon D50, which lacked video capabilities, she later upgraded to the Nikon D3300 and eventually used an iPhone 12, allowing her to capture videos of the orbs and objects. The advanced camera technology of the iPhone 12 enabled clearer visuals, even in low-light conditions, enhancing her ability to study these phenomena in greater detail and accuracy.

The participants emphasize the importance of scientific classification and study in understanding these phenomena. They reference Klaus Heinemann's book, "The Orb Project," as a valuable resource for researchers and enthusiasts, offering a scientific framework to analyze and categorize orbs and their behavior. This scientific approach encourages a rigorous and systematic investigation into UFO phenomena.

The possibility of communication with these orbs and objects is a captivating aspect of the discussion. JD's experiments in requesting specific colors and shapes from the orbs, and their apparent response, suggest a level of intelligence or awareness beyond what is typically expected. This potential for communication with extraterrestrial entities adds an exciting dimension to UFO research, prompting questions about the nature and implications of such interactions.

Janet's contribution to the conversation is significant, as she shares her own experiences and photographs of orbs and other unusual phenomena. Her observations about the orbs' behavior, including their tendency to appear in groups and change shape and size, enrich the discussion. The sequence of her photographs is particularly revealing, indicating the rapid movement or transformation of the orbs, and highlighting the importance of analyzing image sequences in UFO research.

The conversation also explores the diversity of UFO phenomena beyond orbs. Janet's photographs of the mist, often associated with the orbs, showcase its various forms, such as beams of light, tubes, and giant shapes. The mist's hazy appearance and its ability to reveal hidden objects or shapes within it add complexity to the study of these phenomena, challenging simplistic explanations.

Grant and JD's dialogue delves into the broader implications of these phenomena. JD's collection of photographs and videos offers a comprehensive perspective on her encounters, providing valuable insights into the behavior and characteristics of these objects. They discuss the evolving nature of these sightings, with orbs becoming more prominent in her documentation while UFO sightings become less frequent, suggesting a dynamic relationship with these phenomena.

The presence of beams of light, referred to as "light rods," is another intriguing aspect of JD's experiences. Grant and JD agree that these beams are distinct phenomena, separate from the orbs, highlighting the complexity of UFO encounters. The emphasis on sharing information about these sightings is crucial, as it fosters awareness, encourages further investigation, and contributes to a more comprehensive understanding of UFOs.

The conversation between Grant, Janet, and JD underscores the importance of collaboration and collective knowledge in UFO research. Grant's proposal for panel discussions and collaborative projects involving experts and witnesses from around the world demonstrates the potential for a global approach to studying these phenomena. JD's willingness to share her experiences and collaborate with others highlights the power of collective effort in advancing our understanding of UFOs and orbs, fostering a unified front in the pursuit of knowledge.

Janet Darling (Grant Cameron Whitehouse UFO, March 2021)

Wednesday, January 1, 2025

[redinthefaceandcheeks]

HPL:A The Yellow King

[Part One]

Sarah woke up in a panicked jolt, eyes bolting wide open as they strained against the early morning darkness. They tried their best to make out the contents of the room while desperately scanning the area for any unwelcome intruders. 

There was none.

‘I don’t think any of them were capable of stalking in the shadows, even bother playing games with us’, Sarah reassured herself as she forced her body to take some deep breaths, ‘but there could always be desperate scavengers around.’

Once she was able to calm down and weigh the options, Sarah decided that it was not worth the risk of even trying to go back to sleep. With a muffled groan, she tossed the blankets off and let her body be shocked by the morning cold before rolling out of bed to begin the day as much as she could. It started with her physically double-checking every nook and cranny of her recently claimed shelter before making her way to the kitchen.

Sarah scooped an extra generous spoonful of instant coffee and drowned it in cold tap water while whisking it with a fork. She choked down the caffeinated sludge before she crossed the kitchen and examined the pantry of stolen supplies that she managed to gather before the outside became too risky.

She scanned the dwindling shelves and selected the last good energy bar, a packet of preportioned peanuts, and a stick of beef jerky. It would not be long until she was forced to move on to canned products and instant oatmeal. Eating canned food without any form of heating was not something that Sarah wanted to think about, although it would not be the worst option. 

Sarah did one last loop around her place, this time paying special attention to examine the window barriers while trying her best not to look out at any of the cracks and openings. Once she was certain of her defenses she crept back to her bed and retrieved her phone from the changing station. The heating went out on the second day but somehow, against the odds, the electrical grid was still running.  

Sarah curled herself into a ball underneath her blankets, turned on the phone and began cycling through the remaining feeds across her half dozen apps.  As the harsh LED light shone in her face, displaying the most recent updates, her mind drifted back to just a few days ago when the whole world went to hell.

“DO NOT PITY THE DEAD, THEIR JOBS ARE ALREADY DONE.”

That was the voice… the thing that resonated across the supermarket as the bodies of those afflicted bodies disintegrated into themselves, leaving a three-dimensional pitch-black silhouette in its place. Following that, the void beasts pushed themselves out of those bodies and into our world. 

Sarah vividly remembered how, against all logic and reasoning, a multi-limbed panther-like creature clawed out of the form of an elderly man who was on the opposite end of the food aisle when it all went down. Thankfully the creature did not see her and instead bolted down the other lanes to begin its rampage.

From Sarah’s adrenaline-flooded mind, she could only remember seeing less than a half dozen void beasts within the store but those were more than enough to slaughter the remaining customers and staff. She still did not know how she got out of that store in one piece, but she will always remember the face of that woman whose body served as a distraction for the gorilla-like creature as she made her escape.

Once out into the open parking lot, Sarah ran full sprint to her car, praying that none of those flying creatures circling above would swoop down to get her nor that any of the void beasts trapped inside the cars could claw out until she passed by. She remembered practically flinging herself through the driver-side door of her car and almost crashing into an SUV as she peeled out of the parking lot.

Sarah's activity chose to not remember the contents of the drive out of the store, the pitch-black monster clashing against the sunny day as they carried on their nondiscriminatory and inhumane assault on everyone who was caught outside. She also tried not to remember the blood flowing through the streets, whose scent invaded her nose through the car vents, nor the screams of terror as bodies were torn limb from limb and the sound of those body parts thudding underneath her car.

The chaos prevented Sarah from getting back to the safety of her own house and was forced to take refuge in one of the abandoned homes that she found on a side street off of another side street. She selected a simple one-floor house that had a ‘for sale’ sign on it and thankfully there were no squatters, other residents, or even void beasts roaming the halls.

Once inside, Sarah secured her surroundings the best she could and then did the only thing she could, she retrieved her phone and desperately tried to get an idea of what was happening. She was bombarded with text messages from frantic friends and family members asking if she was safe and informing her of who either transformed or was slaughtered in the still ongoing unfolding mayhem.

It was then she learned that whatever it was, it was a global phenomenon and it happened at the exact same time. The police and armies of the world were caught off guard and were in the process of getting slaughtered as the governments scrambled to figure out which leaders were killed, who their replacements were, and how to respond.

It took a while but from the reports, it seemed that just five percent of the population transformed into void beasts. Five percent of the human population was all it took to carry out enough slaughter to stop the world in its tracks.

It was clear that whatever was happening, it would not be over quickly. With that daunting realization, Sarah surveyed the neighborhood and after building up her confidence, she bolted from house to house and began raiding the area for all of their food and supplies. Through a strike of luck, she made off with a bounty of food before anyone else thought of seizing it.

After her quick one-woman raid of the neighborhood, Sarah was feeling pretty confident in her chances until the night fell and the heater system sputtered after the first attempt of turning it on which led to an uncomfortable cold night that only enhanced the uncomfortableness of the paranoid and fear of the void beasts that were now roaming outside.

As the global chaos continued, it became evident that it was not just the transformation that was a problem. It seemed that the planet itself responded in terror with earthquakes in India, storms in Africa and South America, with consecutive tidal waves crashing upon the west coast of the United States. Each of those ecological disasters, only further exasperated the remaining government services as they tried to provide humanitarian aid and fend off the void beasts. 

Even beyond the natural disasters, it soon became evident that not all void beasts were the same. News reports and first-hand accounts not only reported regional void beasts around the world but some were clearly special. There was a dragon-like creature terrorizing China, a giant goliath amalgamation was roaming Europe, and something in the Arctic was reported before all communications were cut off. Out of all of them, the one that caused the most alarm for Sarah, in her little hideout in Beaumont, Louisiana, was the one that started in New Orleans and was slowly approaching. 

Multiple online rumors reported that a human emerged from New Orleans when all of this first started. Some said he emerged from a person, similar to the other void beats, while others said that he was chosen by the monsters. From the utter chaos of the initial event and the frantic rumor mill of terrified people speculating on every aspect of the unfolding events, it was impossible to figure out anything about who the person was beforehand.

Despite the conflicting origins, one thing was known, down in New Orleans, a man climbed atop one of the six-legged elephant-like creatures and commanded it to head due west. He was also able to rally a huge following of both void beasts and humans to join in next to him. Soon enough there was a massive parade of humans and void beasts marching side by side without any bloodshed. The parade itself was orderly, following the roads when possible, circled by panther-like creatures on the ground and winged void beasts overhead. Reports came out that all the people were happy, with wide smiles as they also sang along in the march. 

At first, it seemed like this was truly a miracle, a path of salvation in his hell, but as more and more people were giving it attention the danger revealed itself.

Through the power of the parade or some outside force, the man who started this radiated a yellow-tinged aura. Only through second-hand reports was it discovered that anyone who laid eyes on that light, even just a glimpse, was immediately compelled to join in the parade. That meant men, women, and children of all ages would drop whatever they were doing and feverishly race on foot to catch up and join in the parade while singing the communal song.

When it started some of it viewed it as salvation, both with safety in seeming protection from the local void beasts, and some viewed it as an exit from this hell. Nonetheless, when the parade started, word spread to look towards the light and join the march.

It did not become apparent what that truly meant until a viral video of a family of a father and two children desperately trying to soothe a frantic mother who was tied to a chair. As that was happening the mother was trying her best to claw out of the restraints while begging to join in the parade. According to the follow-up reports from the family, she protested and pleaded throughout the entire night. When it became clear that her mania would not subside and would jeopardize the safety of the family, the husband gave in and set her free. From that series of posts social media and remaining news platforms referred to the mysterious man as, ‘The Yellow King’.

The true horror was revealed after someone attempted to scavenge a New Orleans hospital that the Yellow King and his parade passed by. The person quickly got his camera and started recording all of the sick and elderly patients who were strewn around the hallways. Apparently, they all ripped themselves out of their medical equipment and crawled out of bed all in an attempt to join the parade. Through the video, you could hear their feeble voices wavering as they sang the same song in unison.

Once those two videos hit the web, people gave the parade the caution it deserved but it still claimed victims from those just too curious to look away and those who risked their lives to provide the best on-the-ground reporting for the rest of the world.

But even with the necessary precautions, people were quickly reminded that the human’s sight range is infinite. People who were miles and miles away, even as far as where the parade was only a speck, were infected with the compulsion to join.

The most bizarre thing about the ones that were affected by it from a distance was they would not use any vehicles to close the distance, instead, they would just run on foot. Even though who was on the highway when the parade passed by, all of them would fling open their doors and scrambled out, leaving their possessions and in some cases, their still buckled children in their car seats.

But as the parade carried on throughout the first chaotic hour of the apocalypse and into the night, it was revealed that the Yellow King and his elephant-like steed never stopped. They just continued on its path due west from New Orleans. There were no breaks or any consideration provided for the people surrounding him, the precession just continued at the same steady pace. The enraptured people never stopped their marching or their fevered reverence either, not stopping for food or rest. They all just continued singing his praises.

While their minds were willing, the people’s bodies were still only human and began to falter. They sang until their throats went hoarse and lips were cracked and despite that, they continued, willing themselves or being willed to sing and march with the same ravenous energy that they started with

Without rest or sleep, one by one the bodies failed them, first it was their legs which they then resorted to keep up with the parade by dragging themselves with their struggling arms until they died of exhaustion. On the second day, there was a line of broken rotten corpses that was already being picked apart by scavenging animals. 

Once they realized the true threat of the Yellow King‘s parade, the overwhelmed military and police forces diverted their limited resources to respond.

There were three strikes against the monstrous parade, the first two failed outright as almost all the combatants fell to the compulsion to join, with a fleet of fighter jets crashing into the ground in a hastily emergency landing to join them.

Through those failures, it was discovered that any glimpse of Yellow King’s aura from a reflection was enough to induce the compulsion.

It was well into the second day, through both government intel and people nearby and a lot of trust in those reporting, it was discovered that looking at a digital photo of the Yellow King did not evoke the otherworldly affliction. The photos were either grainy or out of focus but with enough people’s effort, and the help of some government officials that were able to spend time and resources, the internet could get a clear idea of this Yellow King.

After days of surviving terrors and watching the horrors of the parade unfold, the most anticlimactic moment was when it was revealed that it was just a man. A scrawny, somewhat frail late middle-aged man who just stood on the back of a massive elephant-like creature. Sometime during or possibly before the parade, no one could tell, this Yellow King acquired a set of yellowing robes that were inscribed with undecipherable runes. 

His body looked as dehydrated as his eager followers, yet he was able to compose himself to stand tall and bask in the praise while he led the parade forward as he smiled and laughed through cracked and bloody lips. 

From the first few low-quality pictures, they looked like a cloth draped around him. But once someone was able to capture a clearer picture with the higher definition and the edges of the robe it became clear that it was made of flayed human skin. 

Upon his head was a warped golden crown, the metal that comprised the crown was deformed, as if it was placed through a physical distortion filter, and set upon to the top was a gem that shone eldritch yellow light that was the source of aura that engulfed him. 

Once the military had its target of an old man, the source of his power, and a better understanding of the limits of the aura, the remaining United States forces mounted a third attack with drones and specially outfitted tanks. When they thought they had the upper hand, they discovered that the void beasts would use their bodies to block all incoming missiles and attack any tanks, reducing them to shreds.

After that, the military retreated and resorted to just tracking the path of the parade and providing push notifications to the citizens of the Louisiana countries and towns that the Yellow King was passing through. That admitted defeat only added more fuel to social media as rumors of who the Yellow King was and what his purpose in the grand scheme of things.

Since the start the parade ravaged New Orleans, passed through Lafayette, just crossed Lake Charles, and was just outside of Beaumont, which was where Sarah was currently sheltered. Sarah did and redid the math herself, tracking where the Yellow King started, his recent path, and the trajectory of where it would go. If there was no immediate change or interruptions the parade would not just cross through the town she was in but it was going to march right past the house she was taking shelter in plus or minus a few blocks.

Those hazards did not stop others from sheltering around the neighborhood from trying to make their escape when they heard about the incoming parade. Sarah witnessed others emerge from their shelters to make a mad dash to any of the abandoned cars before getting eviscerated by the patrolling void beats as they tore through the metal frames to get to them.

Between the still-roaming void beasts, the stockpile of her own supplies, and the terror of survival in the world beyond her four sturdy walls, Sarah was paralyzed with fear. She could have conceivably made her escape on the second day. Because of the choices she made, she was now in what the government called “the immediate danger” area of the parade’s path and line of sight.

When Sarah realized that it was too late to ‘safely’ escape, she spent her free time trying her best to border up all the windows and doors in her shelter. All in a desperate attempt to make her surroundings ‘watertight’ against the Yellow King’s shining aura and any of it reflecting off of the remaining mirror, windows, or cars. 

Now there was nothing left to do except huddle in her safe little corner away from any windows and distract herself from the news of the rest of the world falling apart and the spiraling rumors of the Yellow King’s end game while praying that something, anything would happen to stop the parade.

The first sign of the parade was approaching not the procession itself, but rather the evacuation of all the void beasts in the area. There was no sound or call, yet they all decided or were instructed to evacuate the area.

After a few hours of near silence, she heard the first sound of the parade. It started as a faint, yet unmistakable sound of singing. In the new eerily silence, Sarah heard the panicked sounds of despair descending into madness as some of the few remaining survivors started to fully comprehend their oncoming fate.

As instructed by the internet, by those who allegedly survived the parade’s path, Sarah shut her eyes tight, wrapped her arms around her legs, and pressed her knees into her eyelids for added protection.

All alone curled in a ball in her makeshift bed in the corner of a bare floor, Sarah waited and listened.

The singing continued its steady increase in volume and clarity as it approached. The voices that comprised the oncoming crowd were one of all types, men, women, young, and old. Some of those voices were strained and hoarse while others were recently added. Yet despite that, all of the voices had the same frenzied vigor and came together and harmonized into a strong on-beat chorus.

Too afraid to move from her position, she was forced to listen and focus on the sounds of the joyous parade. This close to it, Sarah recognized that the song was not English nor was it any other identifiable language; it sounded too non-euclidean to be a human dialect, yet despite that they all sang with perfect fluency. 

Now, over the sound of the singing, Sarah could hear the only thing that could be counted as instrumental accompanying the parade, the steady steps of the massive sex-legged elephant-like void beast. The very same that carried the Yellow King on its back. Its footsteps acted as a drum beat, which Sarah realized was perfectly synced up with the singing.

Sarah just continued to listen to the parade as she felt the growing vibrations of the footsteps of the multi-ton void beast march ever closer.

The Yellow King was here.

Panic now strangled Sarah as she tried to stagger out her hyperventilating breaths. At any moment an accompanying void beast could burst through her bordered-up defenses and she would just be sitting there, curled up in a ball, a perfect target to pounce on.

There could even be unreported fanatics who were tasked to search for anyone who was hiding, drag them out, and force them out to look at their king. Maybe, they were still human enough to know what the house was and the best places to look for people who were hiding inside. 

The singing grew louder and louder as the sounds of the parade of all those people marched and sang past the neighborhood that she was in, just as predicted. As it came down the street, Sarah could not tell if she could feel the Yellow King’s aura or if it was just her own body overheating from the fear.

Despite the hysterical terror that gripped Sarah that forced her to remain silent, there was one small insidious voice that wormed its way in front of Sarah’s forethought.

‘Would it be so bad to join the parade?’

Srah immediately dismissed the thought out right, it wiggled back in to make its case.

‘What would be better: To stay free in this ruined world without any chance of going back to the old life? Constantly struggling to get by, to get food, be safe, and hide from the void beasts while waiting for someone to rebuild the world. Or just open your eyes and join the celebration.’

‘Both would involved in death, regardless of the outcome but one would guarantee that you would be protected from the void beasts and their razor-sharp teeth and claws. It’s been three days of this, how much more could one take of this… and besides they sounded happy.’

That little voice created a compelling argument that soon Sarah was caught in a struggle of two minds as tears streamed down her face. All the while the parade drew closer and closer down. The stomps of the elephant-like thing were now causing the bed to shake/jump with each step. Soon it would be right outside her front door. This was her chance. This was her best chance if she was seriously going to do it. If she waited and let them pass by there was no telling what options would be available for her.

By her side, she felt her phone buzz with the familiar vibration pattern of the push notification from the government. 

If she was going to do anything, now would be her best chance.

Sarah took a deep breath, lifted her head, instinctively grabbed her phone, and opened her eyes.

Then she smiled. ***

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