Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
Jack Vettriano After Midnight
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says you've got him there,' said the raven. 'Drop me off over Quirm, will you?'
'What does it ‘mumblemumbledancingmumble.'
'Dancing,' said Ridcully levelly, walking back along the row. 'That's dancing, is it? Banging into people? Throwin' one another over yer shoulders? Twirling around all over the place? Not even trolls act like that (not that I've got anything against trolls mind you marvellous people marvellous people) and you're supposed to be wizards. People are supposed to look up want him for?' said Susan. 'It's using him, but what for?' 'Twenty‑seven dollars!' said Ridcully. 'Twenty‑seven dollars .to get you out! And the sergeant kept grinning all the time! Wizards arrested!'He walked along the row of crestfallen figures.'I mean, how often does the Watch get called in to the Drum?' said Ridcully. 'I mean, what did you think you were doing?''mumblemumblemumble,' said the Dean, looking at the floor.'I'm sorry?'
says you've got him there,' said the raven. 'Drop me off over Quirm, will you?'
'What does it ‘mumblemumbledancingmumble.'
'Dancing,' said Ridcully levelly, walking back along the row. 'That's dancing, is it? Banging into people? Throwin' one another over yer shoulders? Twirling around all over the place? Not even trolls act like that (not that I've got anything against trolls mind you marvellous people marvellous people) and you're supposed to be wizards. People are supposed to look up want him for?' said Susan. 'It's using him, but what for?' 'Twenty‑seven dollars!' said Ridcully. 'Twenty‑seven dollars .to get you out! And the sergeant kept grinning all the time! Wizards arrested!'He walked along the row of crestfallen figures.'I mean, how often does the Watch get called in to the Drum?' said Ridcully. 'I mean, what did you think you were doing?''mumblemumblemumble,' said the Dean, looking at the floor.'I'm sorry?'
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Jack Vettriano Defending Champions
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hairy hand was raised high in the air, and then plunged towards the strings.
Blert never for something. He didn't find it, but as the last discords faded away his features twisted into the determined expression of one who intends to go on looking.
'Yer, right. How much?' he said.
It was on sale for fifteen dollars. But Blert's musical soul rebelled. He snapped.
'Twenty‑five dollars,' was what he snapped.
'Yer, right. Will this be enough, then?'
A small ruby was produced from somewhere in a pocket.
'I can't change that!'wanted to repeat the next ten seconds. People shouldn't be allowed to do that sort of thing to a defenceless musical instrument. It was like raising a little pony, feeding it and grooming it properly, plaiting ribbons in its tail, giving it a nice field with bunnies and daisies in it, and then watching the first rider take it out with spurs and a whip.The thug played as if he were searching
hairy hand was raised high in the air, and then plunged towards the strings.
Blert never for something. He didn't find it, but as the last discords faded away his features twisted into the determined expression of one who intends to go on looking.
'Yer, right. How much?' he said.
It was on sale for fifteen dollars. But Blert's musical soul rebelled. He snapped.
'Twenty‑five dollars,' was what he snapped.
'Yer, right. Will this be enough, then?'
A small ruby was produced from somewhere in a pocket.
'I can't change that!'wanted to repeat the next ten seconds. People shouldn't be allowed to do that sort of thing to a defenceless musical instrument. It was like raising a little pony, feeding it and grooming it properly, plaiting ribbons in its tail, giving it a nice field with bunnies and daisies in it, and then watching the first rider take it out with spurs and a whip.The thug played as if he were searching
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Edgar Degas At the Races
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gets eaten?'
'Part of the miracle of nature,' said the raven.
'That's horrible,' said Susan. Black birds were already circling in the sky.
'Not really,' said the raven. 'Horses for courses, you might say.'
One side, if that's what you could response was called for.
'That was very . . . kind of you . . .' she said.
'Hah! Mangy thing! Thirteen years of sleepin' and crappin' and waiting for the next meal to turn up? Never took half an hour's exercise in his big fat life. Up until they find the will, anyway. Then he's going to be the richest fastest cat in the world–’
The voice faded. So did its 'I think we're going to need that raven,' said Susan. 'I mean, I . . . think I understand you, I just don't know what you're saying . . .
Binky stopped outside a large house, set back a little from the road. It was a slightly pretentious residence with more gables and mullions than it should rightly have, and this was a clue to its origins: it was the kind of house built for himself by a rich merchant when he goes respectable and needs to do something with the loot.
gets eaten?'
'Part of the miracle of nature,' said the raven.
'That's horrible,' said Susan. Black birds were already circling in the sky.
'Not really,' said the raven. 'Horses for courses, you might say.'
One side, if that's what you could response was called for.
'That was very . . . kind of you . . .' she said.
'Hah! Mangy thing! Thirteen years of sleepin' and crappin' and waiting for the next meal to turn up? Never took half an hour's exercise in his big fat life. Up until they find the will, anyway. Then he's going to be the richest fastest cat in the world–’
The voice faded. So did its 'I think we're going to need that raven,' said Susan. 'I mean, I . . . think I understand you, I just don't know what you're saying . . .
Binky stopped outside a large house, set back a little from the road. It was a slightly pretentious residence with more gables and mullions than it should rightly have, and this was a clue to its origins: it was the kind of house built for himself by a rich merchant when he goes respectable and needs to do something with the loot.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Henri Matisse The Green Line
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heaved a big leather sack off the floor.
'Dis is what I play,' he said. A number of large round rocks tumbled out on to the floor. Lias picked one up and flicked it with a finger. It went bam.
'Music made from rocks?' said Imp. 'What do you callll it?'
'We call it ?'
‘I bang them together again,' said Lias, one of nature's drummers.
The door to the inner room opened and a man with a pointed nose peered around it.
'You lot together?' he snapped.
There was indeed a river, according to legend, one drop of which would rob Ggroohauga,' said Lias, 'which means, music made from rocks.'The rocks were all of different sizes, carefully tuned here and there by small nicks carved out of the stone.'May I?' said Imp.‘Be my guest.'Imp selected a small rock and flicked it with his finger. It went bop. A smaller one went bing.'What do you do with them?' he said.'I bang them together.''And then what?''What do you mean, "And then what?"''What do you do after you've banged them together
heaved a big leather sack off the floor.
'Dis is what I play,' he said. A number of large round rocks tumbled out on to the floor. Lias picked one up and flicked it with a finger. It went bam.
'Music made from rocks?' said Imp. 'What do you callll it?'
'We call it ?'
‘I bang them together again,' said Lias, one of nature's drummers.
The door to the inner room opened and a man with a pointed nose peered around it.
'You lot together?' he snapped.
There was indeed a river, according to legend, one drop of which would rob Ggroohauga,' said Lias, 'which means, music made from rocks.'The rocks were all of different sizes, carefully tuned here and there by small nicks carved out of the stone.'May I?' said Imp.‘Be my guest.'Imp selected a small rock and flicked it with his finger. It went bop. A smaller one went bing.'What do you do with them?' he said.'I bang them together.''And then what?''What do you mean, "And then what?"''What do you do after you've banged them together
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Frida Kahlo Fruits of the Earth
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wanted a nice quiet hour somewhere to put it all together. Personal isn't the same as important. What sort of person could think like that? And it dawned on him that while Ankh in the past had had its share of evil rulers, and simply bad rulers, it had never yet come under the heel of a good ruler. That might be the most terrifying prospect of all.
'Sir?' said Carrot, Vimes smiled wanly.
'They call me Mister Vimes,' he said.
Carrot walked back to the Watch House, and laid the body of Angua on the slab in the makeshift morgue. Rigor mortis was already setting in.politely.'Uh. We'll bury her up at Small Gods, how about that?' said Vimes. 'It's sort of a Watch tradition . . .''Yes, sir. You go off with Detritus. He's all right when you give him orders. If you don't mind, I don't think I'll be along to the wedding. You know how it is . . .''Yes. Yes, of course. Um. Carrot?' Vimes blinked, to drive away suspicions that clamoured for consideration. 'We shouldn't be too hard on Cruces. I hated the bastard like hell, so I want to be fair to him. I know what the gonne does to people. We're all the same, to the gonne. I'd have been just like him.''No, captain. You put it down.'
wanted a nice quiet hour somewhere to put it all together. Personal isn't the same as important. What sort of person could think like that? And it dawned on him that while Ankh in the past had had its share of evil rulers, and simply bad rulers, it had never yet come under the heel of a good ruler. That might be the most terrifying prospect of all.
'Sir?' said Carrot, Vimes smiled wanly.
'They call me Mister Vimes,' he said.
Carrot walked back to the Watch House, and laid the body of Angua on the slab in the makeshift morgue. Rigor mortis was already setting in.politely.'Uh. We'll bury her up at Small Gods, how about that?' said Vimes. 'It's sort of a Watch tradition . . .''Yes, sir. You go off with Detritus. He's all right when you give him orders. If you don't mind, I don't think I'll be along to the wedding. You know how it is . . .''Yes. Yes, of course. Um. Carrot?' Vimes blinked, to drive away suspicions that clamoured for consideration. 'We shouldn't be too hard on Cruces. I hated the bastard like hell, so I want to be fair to him. I know what the gonne does to people. We're all the same, to the gonne. I'd have been just like him.''No, captain. You put it down.'
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Amedeo Modigliani Landscape
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Gaspode, too,' said the poodle. 'I might have known.'
'You leave her alone,' said Gaspode.
'Oh? You'll The dogs hesitated.
'A wolf's got a jaw four times stronger'n any dog,' said Gaspode. 'And that's just a ordinary wolf—'
'What are you all?' snapped Big Fido. 'You're the pack! No mercy! Get them!'
But a pack doesn't act like that, Angua had said. A pack is an association fight us all for her, will you?' said Big Fido.'I got the Power,' said Gaspode. 'You know that. I'll do it. I'll use it.''There's no time for this!' snarled Angua.'You won't do it,' said Big Fido.'I'll do it.''Every dog's paw'll be turned against you—''I got the Power, me. You back off, all of you.''What power?' said Butch. He was drooling.'Big Fido knows,' said Gaspode. 'He's studied. Now, me an' her are going to walk out of here, right? Nice and slow.'The dogs looked at Big Fido.'Get them,' he said.Angua bared her teeth.
Gaspode, too,' said the poodle. 'I might have known.'
'You leave her alone,' said Gaspode.
'Oh? You'll The dogs hesitated.
'A wolf's got a jaw four times stronger'n any dog,' said Gaspode. 'And that's just a ordinary wolf—'
'What are you all?' snapped Big Fido. 'You're the pack! No mercy! Get them!'
But a pack doesn't act like that, Angua had said. A pack is an association fight us all for her, will you?' said Big Fido.'I got the Power,' said Gaspode. 'You know that. I'll do it. I'll use it.''There's no time for this!' snarled Angua.'You won't do it,' said Big Fido.'I'll do it.''Every dog's paw'll be turned against you—''I got the Power, me. You back off, all of you.''What power?' said Butch. He was drooling.'Big Fido knows,' said Gaspode. 'He's studied. Now, me an' her are going to walk out of here, right? Nice and slow.'The dogs looked at Big Fido.'Get them,' he said.Angua bared her teeth.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Thomas Moran The Wilds of Lake Superior
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Fools and the Assassins will be guarding this hole until we can get some masons in tomorrow. No-one is to go through, you the right mood. He's poisoned fifteen people this year. He's almost as good with poisons as old Cruces.'
'Do I need to know that?' said Angua. Downey patted her on the head.
'Oh, Assassins shouldn't kill unless they're being paid. It's these little tips that make all the difference.'
Now Angua was in a position to see the door. There was a name written on a piece of card stuck in a metal bracket.
Edward d'Eath.
'Edward d'Eath,' she said.
'There's a name that tolls a bell,' said G
Fools and the Assassins will be guarding this hole until we can get some masons in tomorrow. No-one is to go through, you the right mood. He's poisoned fifteen people this year. He's almost as good with poisons as old Cruces.'
'Do I need to know that?' said Angua. Downey patted her on the head.
'Oh, Assassins shouldn't kill unless they're being paid. It's these little tips that make all the difference.'
Now Angua was in a position to see the door. There was a name written on a piece of card stuck in a metal bracket.
Edward d'Eath.
'Edward d'Eath,' she said.
'There's a name that tolls a bell,' said G
Monday, May 4, 2009
Thomas Kinkade The Edge of Wilderness
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isn't a troll,' he said. 'This is Lance-Constable Detritus – don't salute. Trolls attacked the Day Watch?'
'They're chucking cobbles!'
'You can't about it?'
'Is the rent worth more than a farthing a month?'
Muldoon stared at him with his one operating eye.
'Are you simple or what?'
Carrot gave him a big smile. 'That's right, Sergeant Muldoon. Is it, though? Worth a farthing, would you say?'
'There's dwarfs running around the streets looking for a fight and you want to know about property prices?'
'A farthing?'trust 'em,' said Detritus.'Who?' said Skully.'Trolls. Nasty pieces of work in my opinion,' said Detritus, with all the conviction of a troll with a badge. 'They need keeping a eye on.''What's happened to Quirke?' said Carrot.'I don't know! You lot have got to do something'.''We're stood down,' said Colon. 'Official.''Don't give me that!''Ah,' said Carrot, brightly. He pulled a stub of pencil out of his pocket and made a little tick in his black book. 'You still got that little house in Easy Street, Sergeant Muldoon?''What? What? Yes! What
isn't a troll,' he said. 'This is Lance-Constable Detritus – don't salute. Trolls attacked the Day Watch?'
'They're chucking cobbles!'
'You can't about it?'
'Is the rent worth more than a farthing a month?'
Muldoon stared at him with his one operating eye.
'Are you simple or what?'
Carrot gave him a big smile. 'That's right, Sergeant Muldoon. Is it, though? Worth a farthing, would you say?'
'There's dwarfs running around the streets looking for a fight and you want to know about property prices?'
'A farthing?'trust 'em,' said Detritus.'Who?' said Skully.'Trolls. Nasty pieces of work in my opinion,' said Detritus, with all the conviction of a troll with a badge. 'They need keeping a eye on.''What's happened to Quirke?' said Carrot.'I don't know! You lot have got to do something'.''We're stood down,' said Colon. 'Official.''Don't give me that!''Ah,' said Carrot, brightly. He pulled a stub of pencil out of his pocket and made a little tick in his black book. 'You still got that little house in Easy Street, Sergeant Muldoon?''What? What? Yes! What
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Claude Monet Monet Spring Flowers
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? Ooooh.' Cuddy grimaced. 'What about you, anyway?' he said. There was something odd about the troll. It hadn't quite dawned on him what it was, but there was definitely something unfamiliar, quite apart from all the holes.
'I suppose .
'Can you knock it down?'
'No. If this place wasn't troll proof, it'd be empty. Sorry.'
'Detritus?'
'Yes?'
Are you all right? Only there's steam comingthe armour was some help,' said Detritus. He pulled at the straps of his breastplate. Five discs of slid out at around belt level. 'If it hadn't slowed down I'd be seriously abraded.''What's up with you? Why are you talking like that?''Lake what, pray?''What happened to the "me big troll" talk? No offence meant.''I'm not sure I understand.'Cuddy shivered, and stamped his feet to keep warm.'Let's get out of here.'They trotted to the door. It was shut fast
? Ooooh.' Cuddy grimaced. 'What about you, anyway?' he said. There was something odd about the troll. It hadn't quite dawned on him what it was, but there was definitely something unfamiliar, quite apart from all the holes.
'I suppose .
'Can you knock it down?'
'No. If this place wasn't troll proof, it'd be empty. Sorry.'
'Detritus?'
'Yes?'
Are you all right? Only there's steam comingthe armour was some help,' said Detritus. He pulled at the straps of his breastplate. Five discs of slid out at around belt level. 'If it hadn't slowed down I'd be seriously abraded.''What's up with you? Why are you talking like that?''Lake what, pray?''What happened to the "me big troll" talk? No offence meant.''I'm not sure I understand.'Cuddy shivered, and stamped his feet to keep warm.'Let's get out of here.'They trotted to the door. It was shut fast
Arthur Hughes Ophelia
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much does it mean to you?'
Vimes stared. He couldn't find the right words. It was just that he'd always been a man with a badge. He wasn't sure he could be one without the other.
Finally Lord . Remember.'
Cuddy opened his eyes.
'You're alive?' said Detritus.
The dwarf gingerly removed his helmet. There was a gouge in the rim, and his head ached.
'It looks like a mild skin abrasion,' said DVetinari said: 'Very well. I believe you're getting married at noon tomorrow.' His long fingers picked up the gilt-embossed invitation from the desk 'Yes. You can keep your badge, then. And have an honourable retirement. But I'm keeping the sword. And the Day Watch will be sent down to the Yard shortly to disarm your men. I'm standing the Night Watch down, Captain Vimes. In due course I might appoint another man in charge – at my leisure. Until then, you and your men can consider yourselves on leave.''The Day Watch? A bunch of—''I'm sorry?''Yes, sir.''One infraction, however, and the badge is mine
much does it mean to you?'
Vimes stared. He couldn't find the right words. It was just that he'd always been a man with a badge. He wasn't sure he could be one without the other.
Finally Lord . Remember.'
Cuddy opened his eyes.
'You're alive?' said Detritus.
The dwarf gingerly removed his helmet. There was a gouge in the rim, and his head ached.
'It looks like a mild skin abrasion,' said DVetinari said: 'Very well. I believe you're getting married at noon tomorrow.' His long fingers picked up the gilt-embossed invitation from the desk 'Yes. You can keep your badge, then. And have an honourable retirement. But I'm keeping the sword. And the Day Watch will be sent down to the Yard shortly to disarm your men. I'm standing the Night Watch down, Captain Vimes. In due course I might appoint another man in charge – at my leisure. Until then, you and your men can consider yourselves on leave.''The Day Watch? A bunch of—''I'm sorry?''Yes, sir.''One infraction, however, and the badge is mine
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Joseph Mallord William Turner Caernarvon Castle
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little devils too,' said Lady Selachii. 'Sharp as needles.'
'You know,' Vimes shook his head, 'you know, that's what's so damn annoying, isn't it? The way they can be so incapable of any rational There was a wine bottle near his hand, despite Will-ikins' tactful best efforts to remove it. The neck looked invitingly grippable—
He was aware of eyes on him. He looked across the table into the face of a man who was watching him intently and whose last contribution to the conversation had been 'Could you be so kind as to pass me the seasonings, captain?' There was nothing remarkable about the face, except for the gaze – which was absolutely calm and mildly amused. It was Dr Cruces. Vimes had the strong impression that his thoughts were being read.thought and so bloody shrewd at the same time.'Only Vimes saw the look Lady Ramkin flashed him. Lord Eorle stubbed out his cigar.'They just move in and take over. And work away like ants all the time real people should be getting some sleep. It's not natural.'Vimes' mind circled the comment and compared it to the earlier one about a decent day's work.'Well, one of them won't be working so hard,' said Lady Omnius. 'My maid said one of them was found in the river this morning. Probably some tribal war or something.''Hah . . . it's a start, anyway,' said Lord Eorle, laughing. 'Not that anyone will notice one more or less.'Vimes smiled brightly.
little devils too,' said Lady Selachii. 'Sharp as needles.'
'You know,' Vimes shook his head, 'you know, that's what's so damn annoying, isn't it? The way they can be so incapable of any rational There was a wine bottle near his hand, despite Will-ikins' tactful best efforts to remove it. The neck looked invitingly grippable—
He was aware of eyes on him. He looked across the table into the face of a man who was watching him intently and whose last contribution to the conversation had been 'Could you be so kind as to pass me the seasonings, captain?' There was nothing remarkable about the face, except for the gaze – which was absolutely calm and mildly amused. It was Dr Cruces. Vimes had the strong impression that his thoughts were being read.thought and so bloody shrewd at the same time.'Only Vimes saw the look Lady Ramkin flashed him. Lord Eorle stubbed out his cigar.'They just move in and take over. And work away like ants all the time real people should be getting some sleep. It's not natural.'Vimes' mind circled the comment and compared it to the earlier one about a decent day's work.'Well, one of them won't be working so hard,' said Lady Omnius. 'My maid said one of them was found in the river this morning. Probably some tribal war or something.''Hah . . . it's a start, anyway,' said Lord Eorle, laughing. 'Not that anyone will notice one more or less.'Vimes smiled brightly.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Thomas Kinkade Victorian Autumn
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behind the clown. Beano felt a crunch, and then his own personal internal universe switched off.
Then he sat up.
'Ow,' he said, 'that hur—'
But it didn't.
Edward d'Eath was looking down at him with a horrified expression.
'Oh . . . I didn't mean to hitday?' said Angua. 'He was caught, wasn't he?'
'Yes. By us. Thieves' Guild didn't get him first. They aren't so kind as us.'
Here'n'now's head bounced from cobblestone to cobblestone.
'Pinching three dollars and then trotting grown walls, in deep shadow.
'Interesting thing,' he said. 'I bet there's not many people know that you can get to Zephire Street from Broad Way. You ask anyone. They'll say you can't get out of the other end of Shirt Alley. But you can because, all you do, you go up Mormius Street, and then you can squeeze between these bollards here into Borborygmic Lane – good, aren't they, very good iron – and here we are in Whilom
behind the clown. Beano felt a crunch, and then his own personal internal universe switched off.
Then he sat up.
'Ow,' he said, 'that hur—'
But it didn't.
Edward d'Eath was looking down at him with a horrified expression.
'Oh . . . I didn't mean to hitday?' said Angua. 'He was caught, wasn't he?'
'Yes. By us. Thieves' Guild didn't get him first. They aren't so kind as us.'
Here'n'now's head bounced from cobblestone to cobblestone.
'Pinching three dollars and then trotting grown walls, in deep shadow.
'Interesting thing,' he said. 'I bet there's not many people know that you can get to Zephire Street from Broad Way. You ask anyone. They'll say you can't get out of the other end of Shirt Alley. But you can because, all you do, you go up Mormius Street, and then you can squeeze between these bollards here into Borborygmic Lane – good, aren't they, very good iron – and here we are in Whilom
Gustav Klimt dancer
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Shows you've joined.' He looked embarrassed for a moment, and then coughed. 'Right. Oh, yeah. Loada roc—some trolls,' he corrected .
'Shut up,' said Colon. 'Look, it says here. . . says here they're marching. . . says here they're marching up Short Street.' He turned the paper over. 'Is this right?'
'Trolls going one way, dwarfs going the other?' said Carrot.
'Now there's a parade you don't want to miss,' said Nobby.
'What's wrong?' said Angua.
Carrot waved his hands vaguely in the air. 'Oh, dear. It's going himself, 'got some kind of march down Short Street. Lance-Constable Detritus – don't let him salute! Right. What's this about, then?''It Troll New Year,' said Detritus.'Is it? S'pose we got to learn about this sort of thing now. And says here there's this gritsuc—this dwarf rally or something—''Battle of Koom Valley Day,' said Constable Cuddy. 'Famous victory over the trolls.' He looked smug, insofar as anything could be seen behind the beard.'Yeah? From ambush,' grunted Detritus, glowering at the dwarf.'What? It was the trolls—' Cuddy began
Shows you've joined.' He looked embarrassed for a moment, and then coughed. 'Right. Oh, yeah. Loada roc—some trolls,' he corrected .
'Shut up,' said Colon. 'Look, it says here. . . says here they're marching. . . says here they're marching up Short Street.' He turned the paper over. 'Is this right?'
'Trolls going one way, dwarfs going the other?' said Carrot.
'Now there's a parade you don't want to miss,' said Nobby.
'What's wrong?' said Angua.
Carrot waved his hands vaguely in the air. 'Oh, dear. It's going himself, 'got some kind of march down Short Street. Lance-Constable Detritus – don't let him salute! Right. What's this about, then?''It Troll New Year,' said Detritus.'Is it? S'pose we got to learn about this sort of thing now. And says here there's this gritsuc—this dwarf rally or something—''Battle of Koom Valley Day,' said Constable Cuddy. 'Famous victory over the trolls.' He looked smug, insofar as anything could be seen behind the beard.'Yeah? From ambush,' grunted Detritus, glowering at the dwarf.'What? It was the trolls—' Cuddy began
Friday, April 24, 2009
Cao Yong TRANSAMERICA PYRAMID
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‘em . . . two, three, forward, turn . . . Carter . . . back, spin . . . you do a double . . . two, back . . . wandering angus down the middle ...”
241“... back, two ... do it... “
“Carter’s getting . .. one, two ... out of wind ...”
“... two, spin...”
“The accordion’s melting, Jason,” sobbed Carter.
“... one, two, forward . .. bean setting!”
The accordion wheezed. The elves pressed in. Out of the corner of his eye Jason saw a dozen grinning, fascinated faces.
“Jason!”
“... one, two . . . Carter into the middle . . . one, two, spin...”
Seven pairs of boots thudded down .. .
“Jason!”
“... one, two . . . spin . . . ready . . . one, two . . . back . . . back . . . one, two . . . turn . . . KILL . . . and back, one, two...”Terry Pratchett“I’m losing it, Jason!”“Play! ... two, three, spin ...”“They’re all round us!”“Dance!”“They’re watching us! They’re closing in!”“... spin, back ... jump ... we’re nearly at the road ...”“Jason!”“Remember when . . . three, turn ... we won the cup against Ohulan Casuals? . .. spin ...”The sticks met, with a thump of wood against wood.Clods of earth were kicked into the night.“Jason, you don’t mean—“
‘em . . . two, three, forward, turn . . . Carter . . . back, spin . . . you do a double . . . two, back . . . wandering angus down the middle ...”
241“... back, two ... do it... “
“Carter’s getting . .. one, two ... out of wind ...”
“... two, spin...”
“The accordion’s melting, Jason,” sobbed Carter.
“... one, two, forward . .. bean setting!”
The accordion wheezed. The elves pressed in. Out of the corner of his eye Jason saw a dozen grinning, fascinated faces.
“Jason!”
“... one, two . . . Carter into the middle . . . one, two, spin...”
Seven pairs of boots thudded down .. .
“Jason!”
“... one, two . . . spin . . . ready . . . one, two . . . back . . . back . . . one, two . . . turn . . . KILL . . . and back, one, two...”Terry Pratchett“I’m losing it, Jason!”“Play! ... two, three, spin ...”“They’re all round us!”“Dance!”“They’re watching us! They’re closing in!”“... spin, back ... jump ... we’re nearly at the road ...”“Jason!”“Remember when . . . three, turn ... we won the cup against Ohulan Casuals? . .. spin ...”The sticks met, with a thump of wood against wood.Clods of earth were kicked into the night.“Jason, you don’t mean—“
Pop art miles on yellow
Pop art miles on yellowPop art miles on orange
I saw Carter and Thatcher.”Mist curled up as the rain drummed into the warmearth. The seven surviving Morris Men crawled under adripping bush.“There’s going to be hell to pay in the morning!”moaned Carter. “When she finds us we’re done for!”“We’ll be all right if we can find some iron,” said Jason.“Iron don’t have no effect on her! She’ll tan our hidesfor us!”
Pop art billie on black
d’you think?”
“But, miss, you can’t take iron—“
Magrat slammed the door. Then she kicked the bowl of milk so hard that it sprayed across the street.
Jason Ogg crawled cautiously through the dripping bracken. There was a figure a few feet away. He hefted the stone in his hand—
“Jason?”
“Is that you, Weaver?”
“No, it’s me—Tailor.”
“Where’s everyone else?”
“Tinker’n Baker found Carpenter just now. Have you seen Weaver?”
“No, butCarter clutched his knees to his chest in terror.
“Who?”
“Mistress Weatherwax!”
Thatcher jabbed him in the ribs. Water cascaded off the leaves above them and tunneled down every neck.
I saw Carter and Thatcher.”Mist curled up as the rain drummed into the warmearth. The seven surviving Morris Men crawled under adripping bush.“There’s going to be hell to pay in the morning!”moaned Carter. “When she finds us we’re done for!”“We’ll be all right if we can find some iron,” said Jason.“Iron don’t have no effect on her! She’ll tan our hidesfor us!”
Pop art billie on black
d’you think?”
“But, miss, you can’t take iron—“
Magrat slammed the door. Then she kicked the bowl of milk so hard that it sprayed across the street.
Jason Ogg crawled cautiously through the dripping bracken. There was a figure a few feet away. He hefted the stone in his hand—
“Jason?”
“Is that you, Weaver?”
“No, it’s me—Tailor.”
“Where’s everyone else?”
“Tinker’n Baker found Carpenter just now. Have you seen Weaver?”
“No, butCarter clutched his knees to his chest in terror.
“Who?”
“Mistress Weatherwax!”
Thatcher jabbed him in the ribs. Water cascaded off the leaves above them and tunneled down every neck.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Vincent van Gogh Still Life with Open Bible
Vincent van Gogh Still Life with Open BibleVincent van Gogh Red vineyardsVincent van Gogh Lane with Poplars
square, which was already quite full of people. It would have been a market day in any case, but people were erecting benches as well and the Maypole was already up. There were even a few dwarfs and trolls, politely maintaining a distance from one another.
“I just saw a monkey walk across the square,” said
Magrat.
“The whole world’s coming to Lancre!” said Millie, who had once been as far as Slice.
169.
“I’m just Magrat Garlick! Kings ought to marry princesses and duchesses and people like that! People who are used to it! I don’t want people shouting hooray just because I’ve gone by in a coach! And especially not people who’ve known me all my life! All this—this,” her frantic gesture took in the hated garderobe, the huge four-poster bed, and the dressing room full of stiff and expensive clothes, “this stuff ... it’s not for me It’s for some kind of idea. Didn’t you ever get those cut-outs, those dolls, you know, when you were a girl . . . dolls you cut out, and there were cut-out clothes as well? And you could make her anything you wanted? That’s me It’s . . . it’s like the bees! I’m being turned into a queen whether I want to or not! That’s what’s happening to me!”
square, which was already quite full of people. It would have been a market day in any case, but people were erecting benches as well and the Maypole was already up. There were even a few dwarfs and trolls, politely maintaining a distance from one another.
“I just saw a monkey walk across the square,” said
Magrat.
“The whole world’s coming to Lancre!” said Millie, who had once been as far as Slice.
169.
“I’m just Magrat Garlick! Kings ought to marry princesses and duchesses and people like that! People who are used to it! I don’t want people shouting hooray just because I’ve gone by in a coach! And especially not people who’ve known me all my life! All this—this,” her frantic gesture took in the hated garderobe, the huge four-poster bed, and the dressing room full of stiff and expensive clothes, “this stuff ... it’s not for me It’s for some kind of idea. Didn’t you ever get those cut-outs, those dolls, you know, when you were a girl . . . dolls you cut out, and there were cut-out clothes as well? And you could make her anything you wanted? That’s me It’s . . . it’s like the bees! I’m being turned into a queen whether I want to or not! That’s what’s happening to me!”
Monday, April 20, 2009
Mark Spain Pure Elegance
Mark Spain Pure EleganceMark Spain Only YouMark Spain Night LightMark Spain Forever You
humiliation banged back and forth in her skull.
*It was here that the thaum, hitherto believed to be the smallest possible
particle of magic, Ahead of her, the Dancers were dark against the moonlit clouds.
Nanny Ogg looked under her bed in case there was a man there. Well, you never knew your luck.
She was going to have an early night. It had been a busywas successfully demonstrated to be made up ofresonsf or reality fragments. Currently research indicates that each resonis itself made up of a combination of at least five “flavors,” known as“up,” “down,” “sideways,” “sex appeal,” and “peppermint.”+Lit; “Thing-ies.”107Terry PratchettStupid malicious old women! And stupid people, too! She’d won. According to the rules, she’d won! But everyone had laughed at her.That stung. The recollection of those stupid faces, all grinning. And everyone supporting those horrible old women, who had no idea about the meaning of witchcraft and what it could become.She’d show them.
humiliation banged back and forth in her skull.
*It was here that the thaum, hitherto believed to be the smallest possible
particle of magic, Ahead of her, the Dancers were dark against the moonlit clouds.
Nanny Ogg looked under her bed in case there was a man there. Well, you never knew your luck.
She was going to have an early night. It had been a busywas successfully demonstrated to be made up ofresonsf or reality fragments. Currently research indicates that each resonis itself made up of a combination of at least five “flavors,” known as“up,” “down,” “sideways,” “sex appeal,” and “peppermint.”+Lit; “Thing-ies.”107Terry PratchettStupid malicious old women! And stupid people, too! She’d won. According to the rules, she’d won! But everyone had laughed at her.That stung. The recollection of those stupid faces, all grinning. And everyone supporting those horrible old women, who had no idea about the meaning of witchcraft and what it could become.She’d show them.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Cao Yong GARDEN BEAUTIES
Cao Yong GARDEN BEAUTIESCao Yong FreedomCao Yong Day of LoveCao Yong cao yong Red Umbrella
stared at one another for a moment.
The Bursar sagged.
“M-m-much better now, Archchancellor, thank you.”
“Something’s said. “One of three brothers. He married that Palliard girl, remember? The one with the air-cooled teeth?”
“I hope the poor woman’s got some respectable definitely happening. Bursar. I can feel it in my water.”“Anything you say, Archchancellor.”“Bursar?”“Yes, Archchancellor?”“You ain’t a member of some secret society or somethin’, are you?”“Me? No, Archchancellor.”“Then it’d be a damn good idea to take your underpants off your head.”34LOR06 hNb LORIES“Know him?” said Granny Weatherwax.Nanny Ogg knew everyone in Lancre, even the forlorn thing on the bracken.“It’s William Scrope, from over Slice way,” she
stared at one another for a moment.
The Bursar sagged.
“M-m-much better now, Archchancellor, thank you.”
“Something’s said. “One of three brothers. He married that Palliard girl, remember? The one with the air-cooled teeth?”
“I hope the poor woman’s got some respectable definitely happening. Bursar. I can feel it in my water.”“Anything you say, Archchancellor.”“Bursar?”“Yes, Archchancellor?”“You ain’t a member of some secret society or somethin’, are you?”“Me? No, Archchancellor.”“Then it’d be a damn good idea to take your underpants off your head.”34LOR06 hNb LORIES“Know him?” said Granny Weatherwax.Nanny Ogg knew everyone in Lancre, even the forlorn thing on the bracken.“It’s William Scrope, from over Slice way,” she
Friday, April 17, 2009
Pop art guitar
Pop art guitarPop art guitar playerPop art elvis
formed the unusual opinion that the job of a king is to make the kingdom a better place for everyone to live in.
Now he was inspecting a complicated piece of equip-ment. It had a pair of shafts for a horse, and the rest of it looked like a cartful of windmills.
He glanced up, and smiled in an absentminded way.
“Oh, hello,” he said. “All back safe then?”
“Um—“ Magrat began.
18“And I think we should do something about the pigs!” Verence shouted, “The Lancre Stripe! Is very hardy! But we could really bring the poundage up! By careful cross-breeding! With, say, the LORQ6 ft/VQ iftQ/£6“It’s a patent crop rotator,” said Verence. He tapped the machine. “Just arrived from Ankh-Morpork. The wave of the future, you know. I’ve really been getting interested in agri-cultural improvement and soil efficiency. We’ll really have to get cracking on this new three-field system.”Magrat was caught off balance.“But I think we’ve only got three fields,” she said, “andthere isn’t much soil in—““It’s very important to maintain the correct relationship between grains, legumes, and roots,” said Verence, raising his voice. “Also, I’m seriously considering clover. I should be interested to know what you think!”“Um—“
formed the unusual opinion that the job of a king is to make the kingdom a better place for everyone to live in.
Now he was inspecting a complicated piece of equip-ment. It had a pair of shafts for a horse, and the rest of it looked like a cartful of windmills.
He glanced up, and smiled in an absentminded way.
“Oh, hello,” he said. “All back safe then?”
“Um—“ Magrat began.
18“And I think we should do something about the pigs!” Verence shouted, “The Lancre Stripe! Is very hardy! But we could really bring the poundage up! By careful cross-breeding! With, say, the LORQ6 ft/VQ iftQ/£6“It’s a patent crop rotator,” said Verence. He tapped the machine. “Just arrived from Ankh-Morpork. The wave of the future, you know. I’ve really been getting interested in agri-cultural improvement and soil efficiency. We’ll really have to get cracking on this new three-field system.”Magrat was caught off balance.“But I think we’ve only got three fields,” she said, “andthere isn’t much soil in—““It’s very important to maintain the correct relationship between grains, legumes, and roots,” said Verence, raising his voice. “Also, I’m seriously considering clover. I should be interested to know what you think!”“Um—“
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