I live around 40 degrees north which is about the same as Madrid and central Italy so the sun sets before 5 pm (17:00) and I can't imagine what a polar night is like.
This isnt my story, its my dads but its absolutely brilliant, its my favorite story my dad used to tell me (of which there are many) and this is the perfect place for it.
So my dad was paralized from the waist down for pretty much his full life but was still very capeable and hated getting help
So as a result he attended a disabled school, most of the other students there were mostly mentally disabled rather than physically but there was one other guy with the same name as my dad who ill refer to as dickhead.
This guy was also paralized from the waist down and very strong, he was in the same pro wheelchair basketball team and way bigger than my dad.
Dickhead was an absolute asshole to my dad for no reason and bullied him constantly, poking, punching and making alot of jokes about my dads family. One time my dad bought a brand new really good quality basketball for about £50 which at the time was even more expensive and just to piss off my dad, dickhead took the ball off him and punctured it with a fucking pen!!! My dads burning hatred for him had no end.
This had carried on every day almost for two years now. My dad had done nothing because he was a smart guy and he knew retaliating would only get him in more bother but he was starting to get sick of it. One day my dad and dickhead were going by the schools swimming pool ( god knows why a disabled school had a swimming pool, probably for aqua therapy or something) and dickhead makes a joke about my dads mum. And my dad had had enough.
My dad swung around and hooked dickhead right in the jaw throwing him back off his wheelchair, my dad threw himself out his own wheelchair and right ontop of dickhead and started laying punch after punch into dickheads face breaking his nose and jaw.Then my dad turns around and sees dickheads wheelchair. Owning a similar wheelchair ofcourse, my dad knew how to dismantle it (its surprisingly easy) . And so my dad takes off the big wheels right from dickheads chair and starts beating him more with dickheads own chair!!! After my dad has left dickhead in a bloody pulp, adding insult to injury, he takes dickheads wheelchair and throws it in the pool. Then my dad just climbs back on his wheelchair and carries on with his day.
Obviously my dad got into alot of trouble for this and was suspended for a week as the school had seen nothing like it, although my dads dad (my grandad) tells me after he found out why, he was actually extremely proud and we still laugh about it to th
... keep reading on reddit ➡Why did they get Joe Don Baker to come back as a different character in GoldenEye when he was “killed” in The Living Daylights? That has bugged me for a long time.
I've just rewatched all of Seasons 1-10 of BBC show Spooks and the Movie "Spooks: the Greater Good". Spooks was marketed as MI5 in the US I believe. It is a drama based on the internal UK intel agency MI5.
points
- Blacklist draws a lot of influences from Spooks, both in terms of concept, themes, format, even actors and individual episode story lines. I would even go so far as to suggest that in terms of format, Spooks the TV series is the strongest influence.
- I suggest all die hards do the same as they may see some clues I've missed
- The Russia/Marsha story line is *tangential* in some ways with that of Elena and Sasha Gavrik
- I think it just tells us a lot about the general conception of the show.
The Blacklist is a spy drama, to be accurate.
Rassvet is almost a montage of all the spy favourites. It seems that Dom based any fictional elements of his story on such tales.
For example, Simon and Iliya seem to be a nod to The Man from U.N.C.L.E.
And take this classic The Living Daylights style driving scene (props to the DOP!). Iliya and Bond more or less look and sound the same.
This thread is for all observations and analysis relating to Blacklist influences drawn from fictional spy dramas and novels. Please add any you have noticed.
Additions so far:
- Alias (TV) u/RedWildPony
- Le Carre, Ludlum, Silva and Follett books u/followingthesnow
- Elementary (TV). u/followingthesnow
- The Americans (TV) u/smith8820
- The Osterman Weekend (film) u/followingthesnow
- Mission Impossible u/scamperdo
This is not to say that I do not feel my feelings. I do. Put it this way, my feelings are akin to being put in jail. I have two options: stay in the cell until I die or find a way to escape it. I intellectualise my problems by fragmenting it if that makes sense. Say I feel really sad, I would conjure up a picture in my head, I would accompany that with music and eventually will come to a resolution as to how to act.
The impression I get is that if one is emotionally hit, let's say, it is similar to being bankrupt financially and you are forced out on the streets. Sometimes and some days I simply want to say "help me" but I shake my head and retort "Listen, even if you do get help, you will end up paying somehow. Whether you accidentally offend them or if they get passively narcissistic with you." It's no wonder there is the stereotypical male character that would rather die than receive help from someone. I feel I am a bit like that. The only time I seek help is if it is career-related, never if it is emotional. That way I can help them back if need be because it is measurable somewhat.
Gosh, I have to focus on my life's goals or else my emotions will drag me back into the abyss.
I feel that my emotions often betray me like people. The way I feel about is as if I am running away with a girl from a crowd of guards who want to kill us. They corner us and the spotlight is on me and the girl. Then comes the betrayal: either she stabs me in the back and I die or she goes with the guards because she was working for them, thus making me do a last stand, fighting off everyone until my last breath.
When I feel my emotions without intellectualising them I go "Hello old friend, let's do our usual and have an honourable fight".
Thanks for reading =)
I never got a chance to see Timothy Dalton portrayal of Bond but I thoroughly enjoyed the films from start to finish. It's just a darn shame Dalton only starred in two films, I would love to see him more in the role. His tense look and focus gives Bond this atmosphere of suave, broodiness, and a man of action to kick ass which I find really entertaining as a viewer.
This will prevent the need for a leavener, do your brownies will be more fudgey.
I was raped when I was 15 years old by someone I knew well. I thought that only walking my dog while the sun was up or very early in the evening (if my fiance wasn't around to do it) would keep me safe. Well... This happened while it was still completely sun-lit out.
I was walking my dog around my building and a guy called me through his window to ask directions to a building. He looked to be mid-30's, which is very old to live in student housing, but my Dad started balding around 23 years old, so I figured he was just one of those unlucky guys. He looked nice enough.
He kept telling me he didn't understand the directions to the building he was asking for (claimed he couldn't find it on his phone because it died). It was two turns away. When I was about through explaining that, I saw his hand moving up and down where the window had previously blocked it off. Less than 5 seconds later, I saw the tip of his penis and he was masturbating vigorously. By the time I started running away with my dog he had orgasmed and said, "You're a real cutie," threw his semen at me, and started begging me to come back.
Well, I'm much too nice, but I'm not a fucking idiot. I had gotten far enough away when he came that when he threw his semen at me it missed and landed somewhere on the sidewalk.
I've never considered myself naive, and I've always taken precautions in this complex because I've seen girls get beaten and forced into cars, drug deals, and have heard shoot-outs. Now I'm paranoid, because this happened in broad daylight RIGHT on the other side of my building. If I had wanted to, I could've started my dog's walk there just by walking to the other exit, as I sometimes do.
I waited on hold for over an hour after calling the PD. When I called, their automated message had said I'm first in line. I eventually hung up because it was making my anxiety worse. I plan on going to the PD to file a report tomorrow since I have nothing else to do.
What I want to know, is... Is that a legitimate reason to have called 911 in the first place? I didn't want to tie up resources from people who had actually been touched and hurt, shot, etc. But now, I don't know.
**UPDATE: I ended up going to the PD since my phone died when I tried to call the non emergency line again. They took the event very seriously. I received a phone call this evening (about 28 hours after the incident) saying someone reported something similar, described him as looking the same (e
... keep reading on reddit ➡I was excited to try their movie commentaries. Then I listened to The Living Daylights commentary and it...wasn't great. They clearly ran out of things to say a little more than halfway through, so much so that I just shut off the commentary and watched the rest of the movie. I've listened to James Bonding for a while now, so this was pretty disappointing, as normally they've got a lot of fun and/or insightful to say about Bond.
I know they have a few others out there, is their TLD commentary just an anomaly?
So.. I keep having this one dream. I used to not get creeped out by it because nothing scary happened. I have more family members now and my dream changed. Same concept-ish except this time my dog and baby brother got stolen by this little shiz of a woman. I don't know who, but I do know she started the zombie apocalypse. Something else changed too. My mom went outside, knowing that a huge hoard would be coming soon. There was a zombie watching her so I told her to come inside. Guess what? Momma bear was feeling confident to keep hushing me and go on her marry little way. No matter what I did.. She would ignore me. For some reason, dreams like these scare me, enough to wake me up that is. Hence why I'm up at 4 in my timezone.
What are your dreams that happen over and over?
So... my friend and I were walking to this pizza place that was nearby her house. It had a gumball machine that if you won a black gumball you'd get a free small pizza with whatever toppings you want. Us, being thirteen and fourteen, of course wanted the pizza. Now, there were only three of us and only one of us was even remotely 'tall'. So, for personal reasons, I'll give change their names. The tall one will be; Faith and the other one will be Hope cause I'm too lazy to come up with something else for them and those fit them pretty well. Anyway, we had already gone there because my friends and I had gone to Cumbie's to get her eight months pregnant mother some ice because her town is super safe and like... nothing ever happens there. So, us wandering around the town a few afters before the sun would set didn't set off any alarms in her head. (It was the beginning of winter so the sun set a lot earlier, I live in New England so it gets frickin cold quickly)
We were maybe two minutes away from her house and we were across the street from this like... park type thing? It had benches and all but it wasn't a park because it was too small, it had a sidewalk and so idk what to call it but it wasn't a park. Anyway, a lady called Hope over. She ran across the street and hugged the women, Faith and I stayed on the other side of the sidewalk because we didn't know the lady and we didn't want to talk to someone we didn't know. But, when Hope called us over, we ran over and she hugged us tightly. I had an expensive bag because I really liked it and gotten it a few months prior and she reeked of alcohol and weed. Of course, I got away from the hug as soon as possible because I didn't know her and I didn't really want to hug her. She was weird and I didn't want to have to deal with a drunk. She then spent ten-twenty fucking minutes telling us all about her life and how 'Drugs are good'. Alarms and red flags were going off like crazy in my head but I didn't say anything because I figured Hope knew her, so I was like "It's okay, my friend knows her and it's fine." but then, when Hope said "We need to go meet someone and I don't want to be late." she hugged us again (for like the fourth time) and said 'I love you guys'. When she hugged me, Hope gave me a creeped out look and my stomach dropped. We didn't know this lady and she was clearly drunk and high off her ass. She then asked us to go meet her boyfriend, Hope repeatedly told her we had to go but she was insistent o
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