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[444names]

tolkienesque forenames + theological angels and demons + roman and brythonic deities BUT excluding "a"

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[twittercomfrnklin2001-blog]

Five Star Final

Edward G. Robinson had one of his best roles as the muckraking newspaper editor in Mervyn LeRoy’s FIVE STAR FINAL (1931, TCM), one of the films that established Warner Bros.’ hard-hitting house style. He’s been trying to elevate his paper’s news coverage, but when circulation slips, his venal publisher (Oscar Apfel) orders him to revive a sensational 20-year-old murder case, with disastrous results. LeRoy directs with a rapid pace and a creative use of sound, from the opening titles played over news vendors’ cries and whirring presses rather than music to a tense scene scored to jazzy music playing on a radio. And though some of the actors are still stuck in dated styles that suggest their inability to adjust stage-trained acting to the camera (as the murderer trying to escape her past, Frances Starr has a tendency to sing her lines), there’s a lot of good honest work in the film, particularly from Boris Karloff as a reporter given to posing as a clergyman, Ona Munson as a female reporter with ice water in her veins, H. B. Warner as Starr’s husband, Marian Marsh as her daughter and particularly Aline MacMahon, in her film debut, as Robinson’s critical yet adoring secretary. Her drunk scene is a study in how to play against inebriation and a later scene with Robinson in a speakeasy is a feast of good acting. But it’s really Robinson who’s the whole show. Like most of Warners’ top stars, he was a master of fast-paced dialogue. But he also has an expressiveness about the eyes that pulls you in. When he discovers what his coverage of the story has led to, he manages to communicate his growing sense of guilt even while barking out orders on how to cover the latest development. This is a master working at the height of his powers.  The film was remade as TWO AGAINST THE WORLD (1936) with Humphrey Bogart in the lead and as a live television broadcast in 1954 with Edmond O’Brien as the editor and Joanne Woodward as the daughter.

[brandonwayneb]

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[joynagarermoa]

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[alexalbert-blog-blog]

UK's Boris Johnson fights for his political survival after top resignations and scandals

UK’s Boris Johnson fights for his political survival after top resignations and scandals

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[mwolf0epsilon]

New character concept I've been working out as of late, that I've been calling Vendor Boris.

Don't let his intimidating appearence put you off, he is fairly friendly and will trade supplies for bacon soup. Try to haggle his prices too much, or to steal from him and you'll end up with a problem tho...

[deadmandairyland]

Guess who’s back with another tier list!

So I found another Black Lagoon tier list, this one including both Fabiola and Ginji, and this time I decided to go a different route with the list. Maybe some time I will use it to make a new, actual tier list, but today I decided to talk about probably one of the most confusing things about Black Lagoon (especially in the anime): the language barrier!

...So basically this list is just what languages the characters are speaking based on what I picked up on over the past decade of being a fan of this series.

This list was inspired by the fact that people watching the anime tend to be very confused on what languages the characters are actually speaking because unfortunately there is no perfect dub of Black Lagoon that actually shows what characters are actually speaking at any given time. Don’t get me wrong, still one of the best English anime dubs of all time, I’m in full agreement of that, but both the Japanese and English dubs of this anime fall apart when the language barrier becomes a key component in the series. And honestly it’s not their fault. I imagine translating this over to anime must have been hell for both dubs.

One important thing to mention: I do not claim that this is 100% accurate. This is what I’ve picked up on as I read the manga and watched the show, but obviously there may be other languages these characters speak that either I missed or was just never really addressed in the series. Also in several places I filled in the blanks myself because, well, obviously English isn’t going to be the first language for, for example, Ibraha.

I also remember reading in a few places that it was confirmed that English is a common language in Roanapur, but I cannot find the official source that said this. This is one of the reasons why I’m not claiming that this is 100% accurate, because while I do think this is probably what was intended for the story, no proof means no proof at the end of the day. But it’s also worth noting that--spoilers btw--the United States basically runs the city behind the scenes, so that’s something to keep in mind.

Another reason why I’m not claiming that this is 100% accurate is because human beings are fallible and as shown in some of my corrections below I know I’ve made a few mistakes here and there in the list, and there could be more that I’m missing or that I’ve got wrong. At the end of the day, this list is not to be seen as a definitive answer to the question of “What languages do these characters speak?” but rather something to look at to get a better understanding of some of the more confusing parts of Black Lagoon wherever language is a key component in the story.

One final note: at one point I refer to the main mob bosses of Roanapur as the Big Four. This is just a name I came up with to describe the balance of power among the four mob bosses, so it’s not an official name as far as I’m personally aware. I figured I should point that out to clear up any confusion.

So with that being said, here’s the breakdown. Expect lots of spoilers.

Revy speaks English, and a small handful of words or phrases in Cantonese (as mentioned in The Wired Red Wild Card), and that seems to be it. She is the most likely person to tell some to speak English when they speak another language to her, or to just say that she doesn’t speak whatever language they’re speaking. In the Japan arc especially, if you’re reading the manga or watching the Japanese dub, it’s clear that she doesn’t understand what most of the Japanese characters are saying. Canonically the vendor she has a shouting match with is actually shouting at her to speak Japanese and she thinks he’s insulting her (and her being unable to talk to the vendor is why Rock goes back and forth between them in the first place to talk about the fixed game), she never actually communicates with Ginji or the kids verbally (she talks to them, but they don’t understand each other’s words), when Rock asks her if she and Ginji can work together in the anime’s English dub when they enter the bowling alley he’s actually asking if they can communicate (Revy basically says when the action starts, they’ll be in sync without needing to talk to each other), and the dude who’s like “I GIVE UP, SERIOUSLY, I GIVE UP” is actually desperately trying to say he gives up in English. Also if you’re only familiar with the English dub, this video is a great example of why this arc is so confusing for everybody, and why the English dub was like “Fuck it, we’re not bothering with the language barrier subplot.”

Benny speaks English. He’s also Jewish, so it’s possible he may know Hebrew or another Semitic language.

Eda speaks English. She’s a CIA agent who claims to be from Alabama and is shown to be very patriotic when in CIA mode. Not that I’m saying this automatically means she doesn’t know any other language, but I haven’t seen any proof that she does.

Lotton... is mostly speculation based on everyone else, particularly Sawyer and Shenhua. I don’t even think he has an official nationality, he just... exists.

Sawyer speaks English. She is British and her name is of English origin. It is possible she speaks a Chinese dialect as well since she seems to do jobs for the Triad and befriends Shenhua, but she seems to be more freelance than a member of the Triad so this isn’t very clear.

Rowan is also mostly speculation. His name is of Irish origin, his last name is likely Pigeon, and Revy can understand him.

Chief Watsup is the chief of police in Roanapur and is the only recurring character in the show who is actually Thai. He can communicate with both Revy and Balalaika, so whether or not he speaks English depends heavily on whether or not Revy and Balalaika speak Thai (and given that Revy says in The Wired Red Wild Card that she only speaks English and a tiny bit of Cantonese, it’s more likely that he knows English).

Yukio and Ginji speak Japanese and do not appear to speak English. It is ignored in the English dub of the anime, but everywhere else it is often brought up that Revy can’t understand what they’re saying and they can’t understand what Revy is saying. To add on to what I mentioned above in Revy’s section, also consider that Yukio curiously asks Rock if Revy is Japanese when they first meet, with the thought in mind that the first thing Yukio and Ginji see when they first meet Rock and Revy is Revy shouting in English at a Japanese vendor who is yelling at her to speak Japanese.

Mr. Kageyama obviously speaks Japanese, and I assume he speaks English as well as he seems to be able to speak to both Dutch and Balalaika, the latter of whom is confirmed to not know Japanese.

Chaka canonically speaks both Japanese and English. Not only can he and Revy understand each other, but being able to speak English is one of the things he brags about to Revy when they first meet, saying something along the lines of “Can’t run a place like this without being able to speak English.”

Takenaka obviously speaks Japanese, more than likely speaks English as he’s able to communicate with Revy, and likely speaks Arabic as he has allied himself with Ibraha.

Ibraha obviously would have Arabic as his first language and he presumably speaks English as well (and possibly French as he’s from Lebanon, but this isn’t relevant). The important thing is that he does NOT know Japanese, because it is implied that THIS is the reason why he gets angry out of nowhere during the interrogation. Takenaka and Rock are speaking in Japanese during the interrogation (signified by a change in font in the manga, which would only be important if the language barrier is important to the scene) and Ibraha interrupts by saying something along the lines of “Even I know this is no longer an interrogation!”

All of the canonically English-speaking cast can understand Roberta, Garcia, and Fabiola, whose first language is obviously Spanish. Rock and Fabiola both act as interpreters in different points of the series. It’s also worth noting that Lovelace is obviously of English origin, which suggests to me that the Lovelace family in particular has a very ethnically diverse background.

Rico communicates with Revy and Eda, but judging by his name he probably can also speak Spanish (or possibly Portuguese, but Spanish is more likely as there are many Spanish speakers in town).

Balalaika and Boris obviously speak Russian, but they can communicate with the English-speaking Lagoon Company as well as Roberta.

Hansel and Gretel are Romanian, can communicate with several English-speaking characters including Revy and Eda, and are working for the Italians.

Verrocchio obviously speaks Italian, and presumably English as well as he’s part of the Big Four of Roanapur (this again ties into the idea that English is a common language in Roanapur). Also where IS Ronnie the Jaws? Or Abrego for that matter? This list said “All Characters.” False advertising smh

Bao is Vietnamese, but often speaks to characters that don’t speak Vietnamese (e.g. Revy).

Mr. Chang would likely speak Cantonese as a leading figure of the Hong Kong Triad and would likely know Mandarin as well. He can communicate with Revy, who according to The Wired Red Wild Card only knows bits and pieces of Cantonese and likely not enough to hold a whole conversation. He is also the CIA’s lapdog, so unless Eda speaks Cantonese they are probably talking to each other in English.

Shenhua is from Taiwan and as such would most likely speak Taiwanese Mandarin. She speaks with Revy who makes fun of her for her thick accent and way of speaking when she speaks English. She also might speak Cantonese as well since she works for the Hong Kong Triad.

Ahbe from the WWII flashback obviously speaks German.

Sir Alfred the old Nazi fuck would also speak German, but he’s able to talk to Dutch over the phone and he has American Neo-Nazis doing his bidding so he likely speaks English as well. He is also apparently living in Spain so it’s possible he might also speak Spanish.

Caxton and Yolanda speak English as they are constantly speaking with known English speakers throughout their appearances. Caxton in particular is about as ‘Murican as it gets without being a negative stereotype. It is unknown if they know any other language.

Jane is almost always speaking with English speakers. She is from India, so she likely also speaks Hindi. She is also part of an international team of counterfeiters, so it’s likely she knows other languages as well. After I made this tier list I remembered she also speaks German at one point and I think Theo was also from Germany, so she probably speaks German fluently as well, but I’m not redoing this list.

Leigharch speaks drugs... and presumably English and Irish as well.

Rock pretty much knows every language that ever existed in the history of mankind. He is basically the go to guy to translate anything. That being said, Japanese and English are the languages he’s most fluent in.

Dutch knows English, and--spoilers for L’homme Sombre btw--probably French as well, and also probably one of the many languages spoken in Burkina Faso, especially if he was born there (which I sadly didn’t think about until after I made the list). This arc is still ongoing in the manga, and more than anything I’m just excited to see Dutch's backstory being explored. It was long overdue. (Now we just gotta hope that the same happens for Benny.)

As I mentioned in that caveat, Roanapur is in Thailand, and it’s possible the people living in Roanapur may know Thai, but actual local Thai citizens are a rarity in Black Lagoon (with Chief Watsup being the only recurring Thai character), and American influence is so strong in the city that it’s probably the reason why people drive on the right side of the road with steering wheels on the left side, in a country where people drive on the left, and why US currency is accepted along with Thai currency, so that’s worth pointing out.

[prof-peach]

Hey there Prof! Farmer M here again! Hope you, Grey and the Gang are doing alright on the island! My Galvantula has been doing great since we last spoke, and their exo skeleton has hardened with no issues. We live a bit further north here in our region, and winter has turned up early. My Aggron, Boris, seems to have taken badly to this, as I found him trying to get into the main house, and I found like small cracks in his armor plating? Should I call up my P.Center? Something I can do here?

Oh, he sounds either iron deficient, or he’s taken damage from a battle and it’s healed irregularly. So battle damage is usually easy to patch up, but sometimes your opponent will get a critical hit on your partner, and it can leave sometimes lasting effects even after going to a Pokemon centre. This isn’t unusual, and you shouldn’t feel like it’s avoidable all together, life will happen one way or another. That the damage hasn’t healed yet may just mean you should let them take a winter abroad for a holiday someplace warmer, or perhaps give them access to a barn, big shed, or perhaps a cave if you’re close to any. This winter will be sore if they’re suffering old injuries, so keep them sheltered and fed well to repair.

Go to your Pokemon centre, you need some vitamin D tablets for XXL species, and either give him higher quality iron ore in his diet, you can either acquire this from a poke-food vendor, OR let him go to an old mine to forage a bit. Alternatively check local scrapyards and junk dealers, they usually separate the good eating metal out for people to buy for their Pokemon, they usually don’t charge much at all, it’s scrap after all.

The issue here is that your buddy has a bit of a weak defence, a normal Aggron will tolerate seriously sub zero temperatures, even if they hibernate, the shell they carry is untouched by the ice and snow. With cracks in his shell the cold is able to penetrate his defences, and start to deteriorate the metal. You can tell the difference between a deficinecy and battle damage from the cracks in his armour. If they’re coming apart but not flaking and crumbling, it’s battle damage, and time will heal this. If the metal crumbles and turns to dust and chips, it’s a deficiency.

This issue will fix in time, give them adequate cover for the winter, and if you can’t house a large Pokemon like that, contact a professor or expert in a warmer region, or with adequate facilities, so they can house them through their recovery.

[lillithenettix]

Part 1/?

Part 2 HERE When Boris sent out invitations to all the ex-habiticians he didn't expect everyone to come. But he expected at least a few of them to drop by. He knew he didn't make a great impression on them. In fact, it was quite a terrible impression. He was horrible, borderline criminal. No, scratch that, very criminal. It's a miracle he isn't stuck in a prison at this very moment. He has the Flower Child and Kamal to thank for that.

Read the rest of the fic under the cut!

In any case, it's been about a year since he shut down the Habitat. The following months have been a bit tough, dealing with the consequences, his slowly returning sanity, and accepting that he made some messed up decisions. But at the same time it felt like the best time of his life. For the first time he had friends that supported him. Granted it was only Kamal and Flower Child, but better to have two good friends than many fake ones, or so Boris told himself.

As much as he screwed everything up with everyone with the drugging and the teeth stealing he still wanted them to like him. Blin, those were confusing times. He was all-over the place, he didn’t know what he wanted at the time. Everything seemed to contradict itself. But at least for now, in this very moment, he knew he wants to make amends.

He really wanted to make things right with all the people he wronged. When Kamal set up the chatroom for everyone that was at the habitat he was determined to join. Show them all he’s doing okay now, he’s not dangerous anymore.

He wanted it to go perfectly, obviously. Who wouldn’t? Greet them, apologize, make some small talk. The very first obstacle were his giant fingers. it’s impossible to not make typos when every press of a button is actually a press of five buttons. He just went with it, if they understood his PSAs surely decipher this as well.

Typos aside, at best he was met with neutral responses, and a bit of curiosity. Kamal tried pitching in with some praise, which he found very sweet, that got a positive reaction. It boosted Habit’s confidence enough to crack a joke, but maybe saying that his power grows stronger with each effigy might’ve been a ‘too soon’ kind of joke. It got completely ignored by everyone. Thankfully the conversation turned to Flower Kid soon after so he didn’t have to wallow in embarrassment. The last message left by Flower Kid did warm Boris’ heart thought, when they mentioned him.

Today was finally the day Boris started working as a flower vendor, just like he always wanted. He was offered by Flower Kid themself to work at their shop. It didn’t take him long to accept, really. He would’ve liked to open his own shop since he has the money for it and it would’ve offered him more freedom, but honestly... He would’ve missed the company. Maybe working together with Flower Kid for a bit wouldn’t be so bad.

Anyway, back to the invitations. He sent them out to everyone from the habitat. He even made a unique doodle of himself and the person receiving it on the letter. That’s sure to win them over. Who doesn’t love a cute personalized drawing? He could finally apologize in person and truly show them he changed. It might sound a bit conceited to say he was proud of himself and how far he had come, but it’s true. He hopes the others will think the same.

But the day is almost over and noone stopped by. Not even Kamal, and he’s always been there for him. This is really making him feel bad. Not even Kamal. The one who believed in him until the very end. He even put on his friendliest-looking outfit. He thinks he just might cry. Feeling sorry for himself won’t do him any good, but neither will holding it in. Half an hour still left before the shop closes. He was always someone who carried his emotions on his sleeves but surely he can keep it together until closing time. Probably. Maybe.

Or not.

Horrible. Terrible. Why did he think anyone would care to show up. Of course they’d avoid weirdos. He wants to just express his worries to Flower Kid but he shouldn’t be a bother to them on the first day of work. He might be pathetic sometimes, but even he has standards. Sort of. That’s why he will sit by the table in-front of the shop and concentrate on not crying. That seems like a reasonable compromise.

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yes hi i did something. I’m making a series of fanart. and i wanted to write a little something to accompany it. i’ll post 1 of these every few days (with a total of 20 or so parts) so feel free to tune in for the next ones!

[boreothegoldfinch]

chapter 11 paragraph iv

What I somehow hadn't expected was a city prinked-up for Christmas: fir boughs and tinsel, starburst ornaments in the shop windows and a cold stiff wind coming off the canals and fires and festival stalls and people on bicycles, toys and color and candy, holiday confusion and gleam. Little dogs, little children, gossipers and watchers and package bearers, clowns in top hats and military greatcoats and a little dancing jester in Christmas clothes à la Avercamp. I still wasn’t quite awake and none of it seemed to have any more reality than the fleeting dream of Pippa I’d had on the plane where I’d spotted her in a park with many tall fountains and a Saturn-ringed planet hanging low and majestic in the sky. “Nieuwmarkt,” said Gyuri as we came out on a big circle with a turreted fairytale castle and—around it—an open air market, cut evergreens lightly frosted with snow, mittened vendors stamping, an illustration from a children’s book. “Ho, ho, ho.” “Always a lot of police here,” said Boris gloomily, sliding into the door as Gyuri took the turn hard. For various reasons I was apprehensive about accommodations, and ready to make my excuses in case they involved anything like squatter conditions or sleeping on the floor. Luckily Myriam had booked me a hotel in a canal house in the old part of town. I dropped my bags, locked the cash in the safe, and went back out to the street to meet Boris. Gyuri had gone to park the car. He dropped his cigarette on the cobblestones and dashed it under his heel. “I’ve not been here in a while,” he said, his breath coming out white, as he looked round appraisingly at the soberly clad pedestrians on the street. “My flat in Antwerp—well it is for business reasons I am in Antwerp. Beautiful city too—same sea clouds, same light. Someday we will go there. But I always forget how much I like it here as well. Starving to death, you?” he said, punching me in the arm. “Mind walking a bit?” Down narrow streets we wandered, damp alleys too narrow for cars, foggy little ochreous shops filled with old prints and dusty porcelains. Canal footbridge: brown water, lonely brown duck. Plastic cup half-submerged and bobbing. The wind was raw and wet with blown pinpricks of sleet and the space around us felt close and dank. Didn’t the canals freeze in winter? I asked. “Yes, but—” wiping his nose—“global warming, I suppose.” In his overcoat and suit from the previous night’s party he looked both completely out of place and completely at home. “What a dog’s weather! Shall we duck in here? Do you think?” The dirty canal-side bar, or café, or whatever it was, had dark wood and a maritime theme, oars and life preservers, red candles burning low even in the daytime and a desolate foggy feel. Smoky, muggy light. Water droplets condensed on the inside of the windowpane. No menus. In back was a chalkboard scrawled with foods unintelligible to me: dagsoep, draadjesvlees, kapucijnerschotel, zuurkoolstamppot. “Here, let me order,” said Boris, and proceeded to do so, surprisingly, in Dutch. What arrived was a typically Boris meal of beer, bread, sausages, and potatoes with pork and sauerkraut. Boris—happily gobbling—was reminiscing about his first and only attempt to ride a bicycle in the city (wipeout, disaster) and also how much he enjoyed the new herring in Amsterdam, which fortunately wasn’t in season since apparently you ate it by holding it up by the tail fin and dangling it down into your mouth, but I was too disoriented by my surroundings to listen very closely and with almost painfully heightened senses I stirred at the potato mess with my fork and felt the strangeness of the city pressing in all around me, smells of tobacco and malt and nutmeg, café walls the melancholy brown of an old leather-bound book and then beyond, dark passages and brackish water lapping, low skies and old buildings all leaning against each other with a moody, poetic, edgeof-destruction feel, the cobblestoned loneliness of a city that felt—to me, anyway—like a place where you might come to let the water close over your head.

Before long Gyuri joined us, red-cheeked and breathless. “Parking—bit of a problem here,” he said. “Sorry.” He extended his hand to me. “Glad to see you!” he said, embracing me with a genuine-seeming warmth that startled me, as if we were old friends long separated. “Everything is okay?” Boris, on his second pint by now, was holding forth a bit about Horst. “I do not know why he does not move to Amsterdam,” he said, gnawing happily on a hunk of sausage. “Constantly he complains about New York! Hate hate hate! And all the holy while—” waving a hand at the canal outside the fogged window—“everything he loves is here. Even the language is same as his. If he really wanted to be happy in the world, Horst? To have any kind of joyful or happy life? He should pay twenty grand to go back to his rapid detox place and then come here and smoke Buddha Haze and stand in a museum all day long.” “Horst—?” I said, looking from one to the other. “Sorry?” “Does he know you’re here?” Boris gulped his beer. “Horst? No. He does not. It is going to be much, much easier if Horst learns about all this after. Because—” licking a dab of mustard off his finger—“my suspicions are correct. Fucking Sascha who stole the thing. Ulrika’s brother,” he said urgently. “Which with Ulrika puts Horst in bad position. So—much better if I take care of it on my own, see? I am doing Horst a favor this way—favor he won’t forget.” “What do you mean, ‘take care of it’?” Boris sighed. “It—” he looked around to make sure no one was listening, even though we were the only people in the place—”well, it is complicated, I could talk for three days, but I can also tell you in three lines what has happened.” “Does Ulrika know he took it?” Rolled eyes. “Search me.” A phrase I had taught Boris years ago, horsing around at my house after school. Search me. Cut it out. Smoky desert twilight, shades drawn. Make up your mind. Let’s face it. No way. Same shadows on his face. Gold light glinting off the doors by the pool. “I think Sascha would have to be very stupid to tell Ulrika,” said Gyuri, with a worried expression on his face. “I don’t know what Ulrika knows or does not know. Has no relevance. She has loyalty to her brother over Horst, as she has shown many and many times over. You would think—” grandly signalling the waitress to bring Gyuri a pint —“you would think Sascha had sense to sit on it for a while, at least! But no. He can’t get a loan on it in Hamburg or Frankfurt because of Horst—because Horst would hear of it in one second. So he has brought it here.” “Well look, if you know who has it we should just call the police.” The silence, and blank looks that followed this, were as if I’d produced a can of gasoline and suggested lighting ourselves on fire. “Well, I mean,” I said defensively, after the waitress had arrived with Gyuri’s beer, set it down, left again, and neither Gyuri nor Boris had spoken a word. “Isn’t that the safest? And easiest? If the cops recover it and you have nothing to do with it?” Ding of a bicycle bell, woman clattering by on the sidewalk, rattle of spokes, witchy black cape flying behind. “Because—” glancing between them—“when you think of what this picture has gone through—what it must have gone through—I don’t know if you understand, Boris, how much care has to be taken even to ship a painting? Just to pack it properly? Why take any chances?” “This is my feeling exactly.” “An anonymous call. To the art-crimes people. They’re not like the normal cops—no connections with the normal cops—the picture is all they care about. They’ll know what to do.”

Boris leaned back in his chair. He looked around. Then he looked at me. “No,” he said. “That is not a good idea.” His tone was that of someone addressing a five year old. “And, do you want to know why?” “Think about it. It’s the easiest way. You wouldn’t have to do a thing.” Boris set his beer glass down carefully. “They’d have the best chance of getting it back unharmed. Also, if I do it —if I call them—shit, I could have Hobie call them—” hands to head—“any way you look at it, you wouldn’t be putting yourselves at risk. That is to say”—I was too tired, disoriented; two pairs of Dremel-drill eyes, I couldn’t think—“if I did it, or someone else not a part of your, um, organization—” Boris let out a shout of laughter. “Organization? Well—” shaking his head so vigorously the hair fell in his eyes—“I suppose we count as organization, of sorts, since we are three or more—! But we are not very large or very organized as you can see.” “You should eat something,” said Gyuri to me, in the tense pause that followed, looking at my untouched plate of pork and potato. “He should eat,” he said to Boris. “Tell him to eat.” “Let him starve if he wants. Anyway,” said Boris, grabbing a chunk of pork off my plate and popping it in his mouth— “One call. I’ll do it.” “No,” said Boris, glowering suddenly and pushing back in his chair. “You will not. No, no, fuck you, shut up, you won’t,” he said, lifting his chin aggressively when I tried to talk over him—Gyuri’s hand on my wrist very suddenly, a touch I knew very well, the old forgotten Vegas language of when my dad was in the kitchen ranting about whose house it was? and who paid for what?— “And, and,” said Boris imperiously, taking advantage of a lull in my response he was not expecting, “I want you to stop talking this stupid ‘call’ business right away. ‘Call, call,’ ” he said, when he got no answer from me, waving his hand back and forth ridiculously in the air as if “call” were some absurd kiddie word that meant ‘unicorn’ or ‘fairyland.’ “I know you are trying to help but this is not helpful suggestion on your part. So forget it. No more ‘call.’ Anyway,” he said amiably, pouring part of his own beer into my halfempty glass. “As I was explaining to you. Since Sascha is in so big hurry? Is he thinking clearly? Is he playing more than one, or maybe two moves ahead? No. Sascha is out of towner. His connections here are poisonous to him. He needs money. And he is working so hard to stay clear of Horst that he has wandered smack into me.” I said nothing. It would be easy enough to phone the police myself. There was no reason to involve Boris or Gyuri at all. “Amazing stroke of luck, no? And our friend the Georgian—very rich man, but so far from Horst’s world and so far from art collector, he did not even know of picture by name. Just a bird—little yellow bird. But Cherry believes he is telling the truth that he saw it. Very powerful guy in terms of real estate? Here and in Antwerp? Plenty of paper and father to Cherry almost, but not person of great education if you understand me.” “Where is it now?” Boris rubbed his nose vigorously. “I do not know. They are not going to tell us that, are they? But Vitya has got in touch to say he knows of a buyer. And a meeting has been set up.” “Where?” “Not settled yet. They have already changed the location half a dozen times. Paranoid,” he said, making a screw-loose gesture at the side of his head with his hand. “They may make us wait a day or two. We may know only an hour before.” “Cherry,” I said, and stopped. Vitya was short for Cherry’s Russian name, Viktor—Victor, the Anglicized version—but Cherry was only a nickname and I didn’t know a thing about Sascha: not his age, not his surname, not what he looked like, nothing at all except that he was Ulrika’s brother—and even this was uncertain in the literal sense, given how loosely Boris threw around the word.

Boris sucked a bit of grease off his thumb. “My idea was—set up something at your hotel. You know, you, American, big shot, interested in the picture. They”—he lowered his voice as the waitress switched his empty pint for a full one, Gyuri nodding politely, leaning in—“they would come to your room. That’s how is done usually. All very businesslike. But”—minimal shrug—“they are new at this, and paranoid. They want to call their own location. “Which is?” “Don’t know yet! Didn’t I just say? They keep changing their mind. If they want us to wait—we wait. We have to let them think they are boss. Now, sorry,” he said, stretching and yawning, rubbing a dark-circled eye with a fingertip, “I am tired! Want a nap!” He turned and said something to Gyuri in Ukrainian, and then turned back to me. “Sorry,” he said, leaning in and slinging his arm around my shoulder. “You can find your way back to your hotel?” I tried to disengage myself without seeming to. “Right. Where are you staying?” “Girlfriend’s flat—Zeedijk.” “Near Zeedijk,” said Gyuri, rising purposefully, with a polite and vaguely military air. “Chinese quarter of the old times.” “What’s the address?” “Cannot remember. You know me. I cannot remember addresses in my head and like that. But—” Boris tapped his pocket—“your hotel.” “Right.” Back in Vegas, if we ever got separated—running from the mall cops, pockets full of stolen gift cards—my house was always the rendezvous point. “So—I’ll meet you back there. And you have my phone number, and I have yours. Will call you when I know something more. Now—” slapping me on the back of the head—“stop worrying, Potter! Don’t stand there and look so unhappy! If we lose, we win, and if we win, we win! Everything is good! You know which way to go to get back, don’t you? Just up this way, and left when you get to the Singel. Yes, there. We will speak soon.”

[newstfionline]

Headlines

Americans hit hard by layoffs worry about homelessness (Yahoo Money) With unemployment claims at historic highs as the pandemic grounds the economy to a halt, many Americans are struggling with diminished savings, unpaid bills, and worries over homelessness, according to a new study from Varo Money shared exclusively with Yahoo Money. One in 4 renters who lost a job or income due to the COVID-19 outbreak worry they could become homeless, while 1 in 7 homeowners with a mortgage said the same, the survey of 1,234 lower and middle-class Americans earning up to $75,000 found. Among the renters who have lost their income, 2 in 5 expect to make their rent for a maximum of three to four weeks and 1 in 4 expect to be able to afford their rent for one to two months. “Many of these people actually fear if they will be able to cover the rent, and homelessness is becoming a real issue,” Varo Money’s CEO Colin Walsh told Yahoo Money. “We’re talking about people that do not have emergency savings, they really don’t have any backstop.”

Reopening Has Begun. No One Is Sure What Happens Next. (NYT) Politicians and public health experts have sparred for weeks over when, and under what circumstances, to allow businesses to reopen and Americans to emerge from their homes. But another question could prove just as thorny—how? It isn’t clear what, exactly, it means to gradually restart a system with as many interlocking pieces as the U.S. economy. How can one factory reopen when its suppliers remain shuttered? How can parents return to work when schools are still closed? How can older people return when there is still no effective treatment or vaccine? What is the government’s role in helping private businesses that may initially need to operate at a fraction of their normal capacity? “We live in an economy where there are lots of interconnections between different sectors,” said Joseph S. Vavra, an economist at the University of Chicago. “Saying you want to reopen gradually is more easily said than done.”

Advertising adjusts for a new reality: Sweatpants for staying home and toilet paper that cares (Washington Post) “Just stay home” seems like an unusual sell from a hotel-booking service, but these are unusual times. Companies large and small are figuring out how to make ads that don’t seem insensitive or as if they’re from a different time, when people took beach vacations, ate in restaurants and wore shoes. On television, brands are switching to reassuring platitudes, telling viewers, “We’re in this together,” or in the touching words of one toilet paper company, “Together, we’ll keep America rolling.” On social media sites like Instagram, more advertisements are targeting those shut in, with extremely to-the-point messages shilling sweatpants, wine and food delivery, DIY hair dye kits, and home-office gadgets.

Foreign Students Stranded by Coronavirus (NYT) When universities abruptly shut down last month because of the coronavirus pandemic, many students returned to their parents’ homes, distraught over having to give up their social lives and vital on-campus networking opportunities. Graduating seniors lost the chance to cross anything but a virtual commencement stage. But the campus closures have created much greater calamity in the lives of the more than a million international students who left their home countries to study in the United States. Many had been living in college dorms and were left to try to find new housing, far from home in a country under lockdown. A substantial number of international students are also watching their financial lives fall apart: Visa restrictions prevent them from working off campuses, which are now closed. And while some come from families wealthy enough to pay for their housing or whisk them home, many others had already been struggling to cobble together tuition fees that tend to be much higher than those paid by Americans. As their bank accounts dwindle, some international students say they have had to turn to food banks for help. Others are couch surfing in the family homes of their friends but don’t know how long they will be welcome.

Skip college this fall? (Miami Herald) With time growing short and the future uncertain, many high school students are considering skipping college in the fall. The coronavirus pandemic has left many universities uncertain whether they’ll be able to welcome students to campus after summer, and many students don’t want to pay for top-flight universities if they can’t get the full in-person experience. Some say they may skip a year. Some may opt for cheaper alternatives like community colleges. Either way, the coronavirus could leave its mark on higher education long after the pandemic fades.

US senator Lindsey Graham believes Kim Jong Un ‘dead or incapacitated’ (The Independent) US senator Lindsey Graham said he believes North Korean dictator Kim Jong Un is “dead or incapacitated” following unconfirmed reports of his demise. Rumours of Kim Jong Un’s death have swirled since he missed the commemoration of the 108th birthday of his grandfather, North Korea founder Kim Il Sung, ten days ago. North Korean authorities have said nothing to counter media reports that Mr Kim is unwell, prompting concerns about who is next in line to run a nuclear-armed country that has been ruled by the same family for seven decades. South Korean and US officials have repeatedly indicated that there have been no unusual signs that could indicate health problems for Kim. A US official told Reuters the latest rumors about Kim’s health had not changed the US assessment of the information as “speculation.”

A pandemic of corruption mars the coronavirus response (Washington Post) When officials in his home state began giving food boxes to families hit by Colombia’s coronavirus lockdown, lawmaker Ricardo Quintero was struck by the exorbitant prices being paid to the vendors. So he armed himself with pictures of the coffee, pasta and other goods and went down to his local grocery store. There, he bought the same products for roughly half the supposedly bulk-rate prices being paid by the government of Cesar state. The comparison shopping prompted one of what is now 14 coronavirus-related criminal probes in Colombia. The South American country is one of many around the world now seeing a surge in corruption allegations. Countries large and small are shelling out trillions of dollars to combat both the coronavirus outbreak and its brutal economic fallout in what analysts are calling the largest financial response ever to a single global crisis. As governments race to source everything from food aid to face masks, they are prioritizing speed over transparency, dropping competitive bidding and other safeguards to keep pace with the pandemic. Most have no choice. Given the speed of the still unfolding crisis, it’s either buy quickly or put millions at risk. But concern is rising about the percentage of the taxpayer dollars—and euros and yen and pesos and more—lining the pockets of corrupt bureaucrats, crony contractors and crime syndicates.

UK PM Boris Johnson returns to face growing virus divisions (AP) British Prime Minister Boris Johnson is returning to work after recovering from a coronavirus infection that put him in intensive care, with his government facing growing criticism over the deaths and disruption the virus has caused. Johnson’s office said he would be back at his desk in 10 Downing St. on Monday, two weeks after he was released from a London hospital. Foreign Secretary Dominic Raab, who has been standing in for the prime minister, said Sunday that Johnson was “raring to go.” Britain has recorded more than 20,000 deaths among people hospitalized with COVID-19, the fifth country in the world to reach that total. Thousands more are thought to have died in nursing homes.

Kids in Spain relish outdoor hour as virus lockdowns ease (AP) Shrieks of joy rang out Sunday in the streets of Spain as children were allowed to leave their homes for the first time in six weeks, while people in Italy and France were eager to hear their leaders’ plans for easing some of the world’s strictest coronavirus lockdowns. The sound of children shouting and the rattle of bikes on the pavement after the 44-day seclusion of Spain’s youngest citizens offered a first taste of a gradual return to normal life in the country that has the second-highest number of confirmed infections behind the United States. “This is wonderful! I can’t believe it has been six weeks,” Susana Sabaté, a mother of 3-year-old twin boys, said in Barcelona. “My boys are very active. Today when they saw the front door and we gave them their scooters, they were thrilled.”

Japan challenged in working from home amid pandemic (AP) When the Japanese government declared an emergency to curb the spread of the coronavirus earlier this month and asked people to work from home, crowds rushed to electronics stores. So much for social distancing. Many Japanese lack the basic tools needed to work from home. Contrary to the ultramodern image of Japan Inc. with its robots, design finesse and gadgetry galore, in many respects the country is technologically challenged. But the bigger obstacle is Japanese corporate culture, experts say. Offices still often rely on faxes instead of email. Many homes lack high-speed internet connections, and documents often must be stamped in-person with carved seals called “hanko,” which serve as signatures. So many Japanese really cannot work remotely, at least not all the time. A survey by YouGov, a British market researcher, found only 18% of those recently surveyed were able to avoid commuting to school or work, even though a relatively high 80% of people in Japan are afraid of catching the virus.

Netanyahu ‘confident’ US will support West Bank annexation (AP) Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu says he is “confident” he will be able to annex large parts of the occupied West Bank this summer, with support from the U.S. Netanyahu says President Donald Trump’s Mideast plan envisions turning over Israel’s dozens of settlements, as well as the strategic Jordan Valley, to Israeli control.

[libertariantaoist]

News Roundup 12/13/19

By Kyle Anzalone

US News

Fifteen Department of Veterans Affairs employees and vendors of the VA are charged with defrauding the department out of millions of dollars. [Link]* The 2020 NDAA includes sanctions against Syria, Iran, and Russia for war crimes in Syria. The sanctions will prevent international assistance to the Assad government. [Link]

The NDAA creates a new bureaucracy within the Department of Defense to regulate housing for their employees. The bureaucracy will create a database of landlords and provide a ranking system. The agreement between the tenant and the landlord will be heavily regulated. [Link]

The 2020 NDAA set to be passed this week has lost several important provisions that were in the version of the 2020 NDAA first passed by the House. The conference committee stripped two provisions that would have forced Congress to reconsider the 2001 and 2002 AUMFs. The provision that said a president could not start an aggressive war against Iran without Congressional approval was cut. [Link] Another provision that was cut would have prevented the US from deploying low yield nuclear weapons. [Link]

The US test a ballistic missile that would have violated the INF Treaty. [Link]

Europe

Boris Johnson’s Tory party wins a large majority in the UK election. Johnson ran on a pro-Brexit platform. [Link]

Latvia’s government seizes the country’s two largest ports after the US sanctioned the port’s owner. [Link]* A fire injured two soldiers on Russia’s only aircraft carrier. [Link]

North Korea

The US warns North Korea against taking ill-advised action. [Link]

Middle East

The UN says it could not independently verify that Iran was behind the attack on the Saudi oil facility. [Link]

Trump says US sanctions will not deter them from using the S-400 air defense system. After making the statement, Erdogan spoke with Putin. Russia said Turkey and Russia were committed to further defense cooperation. [Link]

Turkey, Russia, and Iran expressed concern over the terrorists in Idlib Syria and agreed to work to eliminate them. [Link]

A suicide bomber in Iraq kills seven soldiers. [Link]

Africa

Al-Shabaab fighters attacked a hotel in Somalia. Three civilians, two Somali soldiers, and five militants died in the attack. [Link]

Libyan strongman Haftar is pushing his forces to take the capital city of Libya. [Link]

Jihadists killed 71 soldiers in Niger near the border with Mali. [Link]

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[independencelogbook]

9.25.19

Writing this one quick cause I’m really tired from this 2-in-1 mega travel day, but London was really fun.  Since I’m never coming back here again on my European leg of the trip, I knew this was my one chance to see the city.  Luckily, living in New York for two years gave me some readily transferable skills as far as navigating public transit and I was able to zip around a good chunk of the city in the ~6 hours when I ventured away from my hotel. 

Got to see Kings Cross station (let’s be real, I only went there for Platform 9 3/4), walked across the Thames on the millennium bridge, passed by the Globe Theatre, wandered though a food vendor festival thing which reminded me of Smorgasburg in Brooklyn, saw a giant box that had Big Ben inside (it’s totally enclosed in scaffolding atm) and Westminster Abbey and the London Eye, walked past people protesting Boris Johnson and for/against Brexit, saw Trafalgar Square and Hyde Park, and got dinner (lunch? breakfast? I don’t even know at this point lol) in Carnaby.  Plenty of riding the Tube and seeing some sights.  I’m dead tired but glad I got out, since it was my one shot.

Tomorrow I wake up at 4:30 am to be able to catch my shuttle to the port of Southampton, which will be my ship’s home base for the next month.  The official start to my contract! I’m sure it will be another long, whirlwind day.

[queenofcats17]

So, I had a weird dream about BATIM and I’m gonna talk about it

The dream started out with me as Alice, specifically Susie!Alice, only I was perfect. In form at least. The studio was bigger and a bit grander, and I believe I was specifically chasing a Boris. Don’t remember what for exactly. But I was chasing a Boris and I ended up chasing him onto what appeared to be a coaster track in the middle of the studio. There were a bunch of coaster cars, or something similar to the cars from Chapter 4, filled with other Alices and Borises and Bendys. I wasn’t really sure what was going on, but Boris held my hand and kept me in the cart. We ended up in another room, which was all pastel and candy-colored, where a bunch of children popped up. These children were apparently past Alices and Bendys and I, as Alice, was very upset that there were other Alices. I don’t remember exactly what happened at that point, but I do remember sort of ripping open someone’s face open so they’d have a “Bendy Smile”.

Then I was a different version of Alice, sort of a robot one. I distinctly remember thinking that every time I died I would wake up as a different sort of Alice. I think I thought I was experiencing Bendy And The Dark Revival. So I was going around as robo-Alice, chasing after someone. I know I was looking for someone, but I don’t remember who. It really did feel like being in the game. 

Then I had to purposefully die so that I could defeat a 4th wall breaking boss who said they could be fought in the credits. So I died and then pressed down while the credits were scrolling and I was in a new stage. And I was suddenly controlling Edgar. This boss was either a cartoon mad scientist or directly connected with cocktails. Can’t remember which. Anyway, I had to guide Edgar through what was kind of a side-scroller with a really sketchy style until I got to the boss and beat him. The boss congratulated me once I’d beaten him and sent me back to the main game.  

After that, I was myself, wandering around the studio. I found what was kind of a street vendor cart which sold in-game items that would give you buffs and allow you to be invisible from enemies. That was when a new enemy showed up. It was kind of like the Projectionist in terms of size, but this one had a phonograph for a head. They had a male body and was wearing dress pants, dress shoes, a dress shirt, a vest, and a tie or bowtie. I don’t know why I remember this monster so well. But I had to escape from that monster using another one of those weird carts. Only the monster knew where I was and the cart wasn’t going fast enough to escape it. Then the cart got thrown or something and I ended up kind of knocked out in front of a giant organ. 

When I woke up, someone was squirting green ink on me. The next part is a little blurry, but I do remember it was a cartoon version of Linda and an Alice who was actually Henry’s toonified daughter wandering around together and slowly remembering who they were. 

It was a whole big mish-mash and it was really cool. And now I have put it down here. I feel like I could turn some of this into a story, I just need to decide which parts. 

[mwolf0epsilon]

Post-Studio AU Mascote, Vendor Boris and Lottie Angel.

If you're wondering about the other employees outside of the main cast making it out of the studio, then rest assured the cabin in the woods is a full house! Some like Lottie (@british-hero 's character) are just as lucky as Allison and Susie, and get to travel to find themselves. Others like Ellie and Curtis are healed of their grievous wounds, but confined to live as Toon-People.

Ellie is permanently mute, and Curtis is blind. They're usually found hanging out with the Butcher Gang since they were friends with Mel.