A Beginner’s Guide to Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

From the adolescent difficulties of first romances and navigating high school to heavier topics such as morality, drug addiction and loss, Buffy uses its action-packed supernatural world to explore issues that are very much human. A melting pot of genres, the show packs in drama, horror, romance and comedy in a completely natural and surprising way.

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Scientists Quantify & Graphically Chart Alignment Of Human Chakras In Various Emotional States

Electrophotonic analysis in medicine is something that’s been gaining more attention from scientists and researchers from all over the world. It’s another case -of many -that demonstrates how humanity is continually moving toward a scientific understanding of what is considered Ancient Eastern Mysticism.

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During its 51-day siege of Gaza last summer Israel dropped $370 million in ordinance on concrete hovels and refugee camps that hold the most densely packed population on the planet. Two thousand one hundred four Palestinians were killed. Sixty-nine percent—1,462—were civilians. Four hundred ninety-five were children. Ten thousand were injured. (During the attack six Israeli civilians and 66 soldiers were killed.) Four hundred Palestinian businesses were wiped out. Seventy mosques were destroyed and 130 were damaged. Twenty-four medical facilities were bombed, and 16 ambulances were struck, as was Gaza’s only electrical power plant. Israel tallied it up: 390,000 tank shells, 34,000 artillery shells, 4.8 million bullets. Most of the civilians who died were killed in their homes, many of the victims torn to shreds by flechette darts sprayed from tanks. Children were burned with white phosphorous or buried with their families under rubble caused by 2,000-pound iron fragmentation bombs. Others died from dense inert metal explosive, or DIME, bombs—experimental weapons that send out extremely small, carcinogenic particles that cut through both soft tissue and bone. The Israel Defense Forces, as Amira Hass has reported, consider any Palestinian over the age of 12 to be a legitimate military target.
The Boy Next Door

Pt 5. Frickin’ Winter Soldier

Pt 6. A National Superhero Makes a Guest Appearance

If you were being honest, it was weird dating a ninety-year-old assassin with a metal arm. But like, a good weird. Not to mention, he spoke Russian and that was pretty hot. As well as the fact that assassins have some pretty delicious muscles, which you were all too happy to discover. 

He was also surprisingly…normal; and sweet, as well as romantic. Since he was from the 1940s he had 1940s manners – he held doors open for you, opened car doors, pulled out your chair. However, he was a ridiculous flirt.

You tried to keep your face straight as you felt the cool touch of his silver fingers running up your leg under the table. You couldn’t stop the smile, however, as he started to draw shapes into your skin. “Jay,” you whispered, trying to keep your voice even.

You felt his lips slowly kiss your shoulder, saying smugly: “Yes, dear?” You rolled your eyes at his little act.

“I thought men from the 1940s were polite and respectful?” you wondered, turning so your faces were inches apart. He shrugged nonchalantly, “Most were,” he smirked. You grinned at him, pecking his lips slowly. You couldn’t say you minded his lack of boundaries, too much.  

“Are we late?” a meek voices wondered. When you look up Shay is standing by the table with her high school sweetheart, Owen. You shook your head, “Nope, right on time.”

“Oh, good,” she smiles, moving to sit on your left side and Owen next to her. 

“Jay, you already met Shay,” you motioned to the petite blonde, “And this is her boyfriend Owen.” Owen stuck out his calloused hand, he was in construction, and without missing a beat Jay shook it.

“No Veronica?” Shay asked. You shook your head, “Not yet.”

 The waiter came and went twice before Veronica and her current boyfriend showed up. She rushed in, mumbling excuses hurriedly. She paused at the two open seats and said, “Bobby, this is Owen, Shay, (y/n) and Jay,” she motioned to each of you in turn and continued, “Guys, this is Bobby,” she gushed, hanging on him for a moment.

 “Sup?” Bobby said, looking less than thrilled to be in the café. You cast a sideways glance at Jay, who seemed to feel the awkward tension just as much. His hand is just resting on your thigh now, having paused because of the introductions. He’s tapping his fingers against your knee now, as though it is a habit.

You place your orders and attempt to keep up polite conversation while ignoring the goo-goo eyes Veronica was making at Bobby. But all of this was fine until a national superhero made a guest appearance in your life.

“Bucky?!” someone exclaimed from across the restaurant. It took you a second before you realized who Bucky was. You looked at your partner wide eyed, but he was staring straight ahead. You followed his line of sight to find it locked on a tall muscly blonde guy, with a surprised look on his face.

 “Steve,” his whispered. Then he had grasped your hand tightly and was pulling you swiftly from the restaurant.

“I’ll call you!” you called to your friends as you raced out of restaurant clueless.

“Jay!” you yelled, “James!” you continued, as you traveled down the sidewalk, almost tripping on your feet because of the speed. “Bucky!” you said at last, desperate to get his attention. He halted immediately, looking at you wildly.

 “Jay,” you whispered, all of your questions in your eyes. He took a deep breath, sighing solemnly. Before you could even blink he had swung you onto his back and was racing back in the direction of your apartment.

Back inside, he placed you gently on your feet. “Jay,” you whispered, resting your hands on his shoulders. You moved your hands to rest gently on his cheeks.

He looks up to meet your eyes and gives you a small, sad smile. “Sorry,” he whispered. You raised your eyebrows, somewhat freaked out by the scene that had just played out for you.

You coughed awkwardly before deciding to lead with a joke, “Who was that? Your old boyfriend?” There was a long pause and when you glanced at Jay his face looked serious.

“James!” you exclaimed, inadvertently using his full name in your shock.

“No, no!” he said waving his hands frantically. “He was my best friend.”

You took a breath saying, “In the…40s?” He nodded, looking solemn. You sucked in your breath when a realization hit you, “Wait a second…that was, Captain America?” it came out as a question. He nodded again, refusing to meet your eyes.

When he finally looked up, he seemed even more downtrodden, “Yeah, I guess there’s some stuff I still haven’t told you about.”

A Word from the Sheriff || Ratigan, Woody & Elsa

Padraic looked at the clock hanging above the white board; only a few minutes till the start of a relaxing period, for him anyway. He imagined that the sheriff wasn’t as calm and collected as he. It looked as though he was going to fall ill at the mere thought of public speaking. “Strange,” Padraic thought, “that a figure such as the sheriff would be anxious about a lecture.” Really it wasn’t any different than speaking with reporters about an investigation. Surely, he could pull himself together for ninety minutes.

Slowly, the students filed in, taking the seats that they had grown accustomed to. Carmichael, of course, sat in the back of the class with the other troublemakers. He would be keeping a close eye on them while Sheriff Pride was speaking; they seemed to understand that as they avoided his stare and looked everywhere else in the classroom besides the teacher’s desk. When everyone had settled in, he took his normal position at the podium.

“Well, I’m glad - and shocked - that you have decided to come to class today. I know most students would skip if they had a guest speaker.” He chuckled, surveying the room. He noticed a couple of students had already stuck in their earphones, thinking that it was a free period just because he wasn’t doing an actual lesson. He looked towards the door as it squeaked open. “Ah, thank you for joining us.” He said, with a beaming smile.


Genesis - The Musical Box , Belgian TV

Genesis was never of interest for me. I reduced Phil Collins to the ridiculous drum solo of “In the Air Tonight”, Genesis to their early nineties, annoying video appearance of “I can’t dance” on MTV and Peter Gabriel was always some artsy dad rock that was not my thing.

I knew Genesis did some crazy records in the early seventies, but the whole fancy Prog Rock genre was out of my focus. I prefered to float away on 10 minute tracks by Ash Ra Temple, Harmonia, Neu! and the like.

But approaching Genesis from Jerry Hionis perspective and his renditions on acoustic guitar only, was quite interesting.

What else could be a the perfect blueprint for solo guitar music, than the epic excursions of Prog Rock with long intros, changing middle sections and repeating themes.

Jerry Hionis plays Genesis review on Dying For Bad Music