gmr_2122

https://youtu.be/8BeOvIAEU1o?t=22s

From 0:22 to 0:48.

Since it s clearly a fanmade video, I imagine there must be a source. Does anyone know where it s from?

I got a Bose bluetooth speaker and I m wondering what s better to keep the battery life of the device. It s usually on my desk, so I can leave it plugged in continuously. Would it be best for me to let it run out and just plug it in when the battery is low? Does it really matter much?

So I'm always switching my pen drive between a Windows (at the printer's) and a Mac (my PC). However, it seems that lately, whenever I go from Windows to Mac specifically, all my files are gone and there's one or two .lnk files only. I usually ignored it because I thought it was a one time thing or because I had the files on an HD anyways, but now it's getting on my nerves and I do need the files again. Is there any way to get it to stop or for me to find my files again?

Basically, I'm preparing myself very early for an animation project. I have a song I'd like to use, but it's a specific version from a band that's well known. I'll likely finish it in more than 4 years, and if possible, I'd like to save up the money necessary for that. But I don't want to get my hopes up if the value is too high. Is there an average for these things? Or any other way to calculate the cost?

It was about a young girl, I believe she was raised by this alien. He was blue and tall and the intellectual type. She had lost her parents for some reason, I think she lived only with the alien around. Then she escapes or is taken to a city, by people who find excluded people like her and get rewarded if they bring her into the protected city (in a dome?). Then they drop her off and she meets three girls who act in a nearly identical manner, and are always changing their outfits together. She tries to ignore everything that's going on but discovers the town's leader has evil plans (can't remember what) and her escaped sister helps her...there was also a guy who drove the blimp they escaped in, and they had a romantic thing going on. It was kind of steampunk but with a lot more sci-fi than Victorian stuff, except for the clothes, maybe. I think the target audience was teens or preteens. The name was the name of the city or the name of an ideal place the girl created in her head that would be the equivalent to "home", I can't quite remember what?

I use an 8B pencil for sketching, so my sketchbook ends up smudging a lot, even if I don't draw on both sides of the page. Everyone from my design course told me to use varnish, and I bought it, but one layer never did the trick. I used up so much of it to cover everything, and some of the pages get slightly darker sometimes, but if I spray it any further, it won't do anything and it smudges all the same. Any tips? Maybe I'm just applying it wrong?

Although I'm fairly certain it's a no, my parents want me to be absolutely sure that I can't get a macbook with additional RAM and/or memory on the spot or have them whip something up faster than an online order.

I was hoping to get a ring light for filming, but it's a bit out of my budget, so I was considering substituting it for Photojojo's ring flash adapter and an external flash for the SLT-a55.

http://photojojo.com/store/awesomeness/ring-flash-...

http://www.amazon.com/Bower-SFD296S-Digital-Automa...

But I wasn't sure if there was a way to leave the flash on while recording. Is this possible?

It's hard to describe, I've uploaded a quick video: http://tinypic.com/r/2us77ec/8

It's never made these noises before, and it only does so when on/open, so it's definitely not some kind of bug or anything. And it repeats in equal intervals, even though it isn't continuous.

Would anybody know what this might be?

(This is all on a Mac OS X 10.7.2) My WiFi wasn't working with a self assigned IP, so I added in manual settings. I used the assigned IP that my Mac had given me before and just changed a digit, used the usual subnet mask, and got the Router information from Command Prompt on my father's computer (where I am now). My DNS servers are from Google, which I never had trouble with before, but I don't remember what I did to solve this problem before. I've also restarted the router, taken out and readded the preferred network, taken out and readded the Wifi. All of my proxies are off, and the computer claims to be connected to the router.

Yet, everytime I try to access the internet, there is some sort of problem. There's some sort of connection timeout, and when I go to Diagnostics, it says that my Network Settings section is fine, and that the ISP is failing, but I can't tell what that means. Any ideas on what I can do?

It's 3|x| <= |1-2x|

I've simplified it to |1-2x| - 3|x| >= 0, but I can't seem to get the logic to go anywhere beyond that...

just asking because, if not, I'd rather have my mum send me the serial number of the program she's bought for me than wait for her to return on saturday lol

So my mum's bought be photoshop but she's on a trip right now

so I was wondering...if she just sent me the serial code, would I have any problems when I insert the actual CD when it gets here? like would it think that I'm trying to install photoshop twice with the same code or would that even make a difference?

I was thinking of getting the husky but I'm not sure if it gets dirty easily

nor if it's easy to clean efficiently

anybody? (:

The worker spotted the mannequin on the floor, confused by its location and by its unusual veneer. A collector would’ve easily identified it as a ball joint doll, probably manufactured in Asia, but, to the worker’s callow eyes, it was an obstacle for her customers only worthy of the store’s unkempt attic.

Its glass eyes were inanimate – after all, they couldn’t see a thing – but its ears were tuned into a whispering voice, unperceivable to the worker’s ears, who had assumed that the doll was as lifeless as its eyes had come to show.

***** ***** *****

The room was strange to him.

His throbbing headache and blurry vision confirmed the events of last night. A groan scratched his dry throat as his bloodshot eyes met a mirror, disappointed by the little they could see behind his shaggy bangs. His dress shirt, the only one he had been able to buy for the last couple of years, was tucked in, yet, unbuttoned down to his belt. A beige stain covered part of his left shoulder, spreading down to his rib cage.

He tried to grasp the short blurs of reality his memory had kept from last night. Before the bar, which was the last place he could remember, there had been a restaurant. A nice one, too, where he’d lost about two hundred dollars worth of escargot and the only woman he’d ever had the courage to ask out.

After years of learning to cope with a drink or ten, he’d also learned that moping wasn’t worth it anymore. He knew he was at rock bottom, and overthinking the situation wouldn’t change it. Not that he would try to change things, anyway.

He was surprised at how familiar his surroundings seemed. He’d waken up in this same room a couple of years ago, when his business had been flourishing and he’d decided to celebrate at the bar next door. The roof was still slanted towards the grubby window, which provided just enough sunlight to expose about a dozen boxes filled to the brim with clothes, shoes and sewing materials.

As his eyes met its glass ones, his heart raced for a moment, in the silly conviction that it was staring at him. To him, it seemed almost deformed, with its goggly eyes and nearly white hair. Its paltry nose and lips were almost imperceptible, and glowed with the rest of its pale skin. He chuckled at his own foolishness before making his way towards the cleaved door, letting worries of the future seep into his mind once again.

It slammed shut, cutting his breath short, and he choked up at the sight of a ghastly hand stretching from an arm about an inch from his right ear. As if being suddenly lightheaded wasn’t enough, he felt as if his organs were trying to escape through his mouth.

Turning around, a cold paralysis penetrated his bones and engulfed his lungs and stomach. He couldn’t even breathe properly at the sight of its deep glass eyes, just the right size and depth to envelop a person’s soul. Her oddly disproportional face was demonic, as if a sculptor cupped a beautiful, innocent face and brought her chin closer to her nose, stretching her eye sockets open.

He already feared his death (or rather, wished for it at that moment), but he couldn’t contain his panic once she fixed her eyes into his, as a predator would gaze at its prey, and uttered a low, growling whisper:

“You.”

An abrupt reflex triggered his attempt of flight, but he was limited to the walls that slowly pushed him closer to the monster. They stopped him at every turn, forcing his wavering feet to stumble away and into the next wall. Soon, his misguided path led to the thing itself, and the terror began gnawing at his sanity.

Fleeing only felt like a way to delay his torturous end. Her eyes simply followed his desperate sprint, patiently waiting for him to become far too exhausted to struggle within her fatal grip.

Once he was able to stop himself, he was consumed by a fear that only allowed him to tremble and mumble in his vulnerability. Pleading for mercy seemed useless.

“W-What are you?” he uttered nervously.

“It’s you!” she said, distorting her plastic visage into what could be considered a strange form of a grin. She remained still.

For a moment, he was able to scrutinize what had been unbearable to lay his eyes on before. Though not as morbid as his first impression had made her seem, she was still a preposterous mutation of human features. It was a strange fusion of beauty and disfigurement. Yet, he couldn’t quite comprehend how life seemed to be present within a human-made object.

“You’re the man from last time.”

I feel like it isn't as good as the rest, so I'm putting this up for criticism.

“Hey, Fellah!” his workmate yelled from across the hall, shamelessly emphasizing his New York accent. “How ya doin’?”

“I’m good, Jones, how ‘bout you?”

“Heard ya got too much booze last night, eh?” he cackled, placing his hands on his stomach and throwing his head back. He reminded James of the men who would dress themselves up as Santa Claus around Christmastime, and attract pedestrians by ringing a bell and going “ho, ho, ho!” in the deepest and loudest voice they could manage.

“Yeah, well, screw you too, buddy.”

“Feller, report, my office, eight o’clock.” He didn’t have to look up to recognize her. His boss was the only person in the building who was too busy to form proper sentences anymore, and yet expected others to understand. He kept walking down the hall, knowing that any response that escaped his lips would be ignored.

“Mornin’, Feller!” Alicia smiled, as she would every morning, and pushed her brown hair back shyly. She had done the kind deed of placing his favorite choice of coffee on his desk, despite her knowledge of his extravagent episodes with alcohol. Though he’d asked her why she even talks to him, she had only shrugged and told him that he shouldn’t be judged for his mistakes.

“Good morning, my dear.” Though he never noticed, this greeting always made her blush.

“H-how’s it goin’?”

“I had the weirdest dream last night...” He outstretched his legs and placed them on the table, dangerously close to the coffee cup that his colleague had so carefully prepared.

“Really?”

“Yeah, there was, like, a live doll and everything.” his voice was muffled from the newspaper that he’d placed over his face. Alicia giggled, and observed him for a few moments. He looked and acted much like a teenager at times, with his rugged hair ungroomed and his apathetic attitude. And yet he was able to charm anybody with a simple grin and a compliment. “I’m just glad that it’s over.”

“Oh! Yeah, right, weird dream.” Alicia paused for a moment and pulled her chair closer to his. “You look pale.” He turned his head so that the newspaper would only cover his cheek. From underneath the tabloids, he wore the captivating smile that had convinced her to strive to befriend him.

“You’ve never been hungover, have you?”

“You should wash your face, at least.” she focused on hiding a smirk as he struggled out of his chair.

“Alright, if that’ll free me from work for a few minutes.”

Like that feeling when something suddenly pops up and you jump from your chair and all...

Like when there are those stupid videos with the exorcist picture and a scream in the end or something

Like in the dolls you use for art to copy their poses

Those joint things, how you can move their arms and bend them instead of normal barbie dolls or something?

I've noticed that the style is really what I'm struggling with.

I know that, throughout my story, I'm going to use the most impersonal point of view I can, stating only the events and facial expressions for a few reasons.

But, for the flashback, I don't want it to feel like I'm necessarily telling the story but as if it were a blur in her memory...

What do you think I could do to add that effect?

It's for a parabola, by the way.

So a is negative

The axis of symmetry is 4

The y intercept is -2 (aka c)

It has two x intercepts, one being 7

I've tried a few different ways, but isn't this too little info.?