Video Diary – 4 Months & 3 Weeks, Detailed Update
A detailed update, like I promised.
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The Golden Hand – Scary Story
The Golden Hand
He never paid much attention to the neighbors living on his city block until the day the pretty middle-aged widow moved in two doors down from him. She was plump and dark with sparkling eyes, and she always wore dark gloves on her hands, even indoors.
He went out of his way to meet her, and they often “bumped” into each other in the street and stood talking. One day, as she brushed the hair back from her forehead, he caught a glimpse of gold under the glove on her right arm. When he asked her about it, she grinned coquettishly and told him that she had lost one hand a few years back and now wore a golden hand in its place. In that moment, a terrible woke in his heart – not to possess the lady herself, but to possess the solid gold hand that she wore under her long black gloves.
He courted the widow with every stratagem known to him; flowers, trips to the theater, gifts, compliments. And he won her heart. Within a month, they were standing in front of a minister, promising to love one another until death parted them. Within another month, he was a widower and had buried his ailing wife in the local cemetery – without her golden hand. It had been so easy. A slow poison, administered daily to resemble a wasting disease. No one – not his wife, not the family doctor, not their neighbors – suspected murder. And the night after the funeral, he slept with the golden hand under his pillow.
It was a dark night. Clouds covered the moon, and the wind was whistling down the chimney and rattling the shutters of the town house. He was deeply asleep when the door to his room slammed open with a loud bang and a wild wind whipped around the room, scattering papers and books and clothing and table coverings every which way. He sat up, startled by the sudden noise, and his pulse began to pound when he saw a greenish-white light bobbing slowly into the room. Before his eyes, the light slowly grew larger, taking on the shape of his dead wife. She was missing one arm. “Where is my golden hand?” she moaned, her dark eyes blazing with red fire. “Give me my golden hand!”
He tried to speak, but his mouth was so dry with fear that he could only make soft gasping noises. The glowing phantom moved closer to him, her once-lovely face twisted into a hideous green mask. “You stole my life and you stole my hand. Give me back my golden hand!” the dead wife howled. The noise rose higher and higher, and the phantom pulsed with a strident green light that smote his eyes, making them water.
He cowered back against his pillows, and the hard shape of the golden hand pressed against his back. And then he felt the golden hand twitch underneath him as the mangled green phantom that had been his wife swooped down upon him, pressing his face against the pillow in a suffocating green cloud. He tried to scream, but it was cut off suddenly by a terrible pressure against his throat, cutting off his breath. The world went black.
The next morning, when the housemaid came into the room with her master’s morning cup of tea, she found him lying dead on the floor, with the golden hand clutched around his throat.
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best home pet/ hair clippers?
I have persians and am tired of paying for a groomer to cut their hair. I like them to stay short haired so they don’t shed and stay cool. Plus, they look cool and when a cat looks cool you know they feel popular when they play with the other kitties on the block! hehe
So, my question is…does anyone have a suggestion for the best clippers (cordless & quiet, no so scary/aggressive) that I can find on the internet, preferably affordable as well? Needs to quickly and quietly get through a mane of persian hair without over heating or scaring my little fur balls!
Thanks!
You’re wrong in thinking shaving a cat’s coat makes it cooler. Their fur insulates them from both heat and cold so they can actually be WARMER once you shave their coats. Cat skin is very thin – you should never be trying to do this yourself.
You allow PERSIANS to free roam outdoors? That’s a bit ridiculous. They’re definitely not a breed meant to be allowed to be outdoors – not that it’s safe for any cat. They’re very laid back and trusting and can quickly become victim to loose dogs, cruel kids or coyotes. That and their thick coats quickly become a tangle of dirt and plant matter.
Rather than shave down these poor cats’ coats I think the best thing for them would be for you to rehome them with someone that will allow them to keep the coats they were meant to have and who will comb them daily to keep them mat free. Shame on you.
2046- Wong Kar-wai- part 12
Few films are erotic as this. Teaming up again with cinematographer Chris Doyle (Hero), Wong delivers a panting, passionate picture. A little is a lot here: languid shots of twirling cigarette smoke; the sheen of silk stockings clinging to perfectly shaped calf muscles; glittering, sequinned dresses. It’s a ravishing of the senses, helped no end by Wong’s ear for a soundtrack and the willingness of his actors to invest even the simplest of scenes – a couple holding hands in a taxi cab for example – with the full weight of existential despair brought that erotic sadness to a kind of perfection in its story of a man and a woman who live in hotel rooms next to each other, and want to become lovers but never do, because his wife and her husband are lovers, and “for us to do the same thing would mean we are no better than they are.” Yes, but no worse, and perhaps happier. Isn’t it strange, that most of the truths about love are banal?
Every passenger who goes to 2046 has the same intention. They want to recapture lost memories because nothing ever changes in 2046. Nobody knows if thats true because nobodys ever come back.
One spectacular shot shows Jing from above and behind, smoking a cigarette and listening to an opera. Its composition is really the subject of the shot.
Faye Wong’s performance is the airiest, lightest, and most appealing of the three female leads, where fullest expression is given to the romantic, visual poetry Wong Kar-Wai’s fans most associate with him. The approach to her character is the most oblique and indirect of the three main women characters. Our very first view of her consists of repeated shots of her high heels clicking over the floor as she recites Japanese phrases to her missing Japanese lover. Perhaps the most emblematic shot of her is a low-angle one of her leaning out over the hotel roof, framed by a bluish, leaden sky; or there’s the high-angle shot of her playing with a cigarette/cigarette smoke, which is then replayed with a similar (although low-angle) shot in her role as the android in Chow’s sci-fi story.
Since it is by Wong Kar Wai, “2046″ is visually stunning. He uses three cinematographers but one style, that tries to evoke mood more than meaning. The movie as a whole, unfortunately, never seems sure of itself. It’s like a sketchbook. These are images, tones, dialogue and characters that Wong is sure of, and he practices them, but he does not seem very sure why he is making the movie, or where it should end.
“2046″ arrived at the last minute at Cannes 2003, after missing its earlier screenings; the final reel reportedly arrived at the airport almost as the first was being shown. It was said to be unfinished, and indeed there were skeletal special effects that now appear in final form, but perhaps it was never really finished in his mind. Perhaps he would have appreciated the luxury that Woody Allen had with “Crimes and Misdemeanors”; he looked at the first cut of the film, threw out the first act, called the actors back and reshot, focusing on what turned out to be the central story. Watching “2046,” I wonder what it could possibly mean to anyone not familiar with Wong’s work and style. Unlike “In the Mood for Love,” it is not a self-contained film, although it’s certainly a lovely meander.
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Sarah’s Clipper Cut and Highlights! (Part 1) Clash of the Titans Movie Review!
Starting Sarah’s hair! By popular request, Sarah is back! We are going to clipper cut and highlight Sarah’s hair! You never know what we’ll say! You won’t be able to wait for the next video!
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JUSTIN BIEBER GOT HIS HAIR CUT?!!??!
Obviously if you watched the video, you know that’s not what this is about.
Please visit my website and email your stories (if you’ve met justin or any experiences with him) to ashleyymusic@yahoo.com
thats not my personal email, its just for the site. thanks 
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Long Haired Dog Grooming Instructions : The Second Steps to Grooming Your Dog’s Feet
Learn the second steps of grooming your dog’s feet in this free video.
Expert: Elise McMahon
Bio: Elise McMahon has a Ph.D. in animal behavior and has been working with both domestic and wild dogs since the early 1990s.
Filmmaker: Christian Munoz-Donoso
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What level hair clipper will keep my hair longest?
When I cut my hair the barber always asks me what level clippers I want. I know it usually rangers between 1-6 where I cut my hair. Which level will leave my hair longest? Is it 1-6, 6 being giving me the shortest haircut?Or is it the opposite with 6 giving me a haircut that doesn’t take much length off?
1 = 1/8 of an inch
2 = 1/4 of an inch
3 = 3/8 of an inch
4 = 1/2 of an inch
5 = 5/8 of an inch
6 = 3/4 of an inch
So a size 6 would leave your hair the longest.
Anywhere (A JB Story) Chapter 4 [Where did you go?]
*Cameron’s POV*
I just finished one of my classes at Columbia University on Manhattan’s Upper West Side. It’s such an amazing school and I’ve always dreamed of going there. The fact that it’s an Ivy League school makes it even better for me. Sure, I may be proud, even smug, about my higher education, but it’s shaping the eerie concept that is my future.
However, today I don’t have school, so I’m going to the heart of New York City and just walking around. Maybe go to Central Park.
Two hours later, I was wearing kahki briefs and a mint green polo tee. Yes, I am a preppy boy. Whatever. As I was walking around absent mindedly, I bumped into someone. A very attractive someone, too.
??: “Ow!”
CP: “Oh my God! I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” I accidentally knocked her down. I offered my hand to help her up.
??: “I’m fine, I’m fine.” She said, brushing herself off. The young lady was about 5′6″, had blonde, curly hair, and big blue eyes. Her body was slim, yet curvy at the same time. There are just so many different people in New York. I meet so many people on purpose, but the ones I meet by accident are the best.
CP: “Are you sure?” I said advancing closer. She took a step back.
??: “Who are you?”
CP: “My name is Cameron Pierce. I’m a sophmore at Columbia University.” I said with an aristocratic smile on my face. “And yourself?”
TW: “I’m Taylor West. I got into Columbia University for early decision.”
CP: “Really?” I said, intrigued.
TW: “Yeah. Well, my mom applied for me. I haven’t really…been around.” Her voice trailed off at the end.
CP: “Where is it that you went, exactly?”
*Mallory’s POV*
MD: “Oh. Wow.” I said, calming down from my laughter. Joe just called Nick ‘gay’ after walking into the lobby. The look on Jered’s face was priceless.
NJ: “It’s not what it sounded like!” Nick said quickly and smack his brother’s shoulder with his hand.
JJ: “Okay, fine. Then explain why you can’t get girls. Like this lovely consierge.” Joe winked at me.
JR: “Um, what about that thing over there?” Jered wafted his hands in my direction, acting like I was repulsive. I laughed and shoved Jered, jokingly.
JJ: “You know,” Joe said, after chuckling, “you don’t act like typical receptionists.”
MD: “Well, that’s what happens when you hire teenagers.” I sighed. “My dad manages this hotel and I work here. Jered here has been one of my best friends for as long as I can remember.”
JJ: “Ooh, lala. So, is there anything going on between you two?” Joe asked as Nick rose an amused eyebrow.
JR: “Umm, no. However, she is my sweetie.” He wrapped his arm around my waist. Nick gave an inquisitive look and smiled awkwardly. And blushed.
*Casey’s POV*
Oh. My. God. The Four Seasons hotel is BEAUTIFUL! Well, beautiful except for the swarm of teenage girls that keep coming and going. Kimmi and I got out of our limo and took our luggage out of the trunk as the belhop took it to our room. The doorman almost wouldn’t let us in. I don’t know why, though.
Well, I didn’t know why until I walked into the hotel. Joe and Nick Jonas were standing by the reception area, laughing and talking to the consierge. When Kimmi and I walked in, the lobby was suddenly silent and all activity ceased.
CM: “…What?” I (rudely) asked the foursome staring at us.
KK: “Wha-what sh-she-she m-means by th-that is, umm, umm…hi!” Kimmi stuttered awkwardly. I gave Kimmi a look.
CM: “You still like the Jonas Brothers?” Nick sucked in air through his teeth, making a hissing noise when I said that.
NJ: “Ouch. That stung.” He put his hand over his heart.
CM: “No offense or anything, but I’m 17.” I walked up to the receptionist to check in, but Kimmi cut in front of me.
KK: “The room is under ‘Kroot’.” Kimmi said silently and blushed. The female receptionist, Mallory, (nametag) typed while speaking to me.
MD: “I agree with your friend there, Kroot. I’m 19. They’re great guys, but I’ve outgrown the music. I think they’re talented, but I am into more contemporary music and rock, you know?”
NJ: “I understand. No hard feelings.” Nick said, winking at Mallory.
^__^” I PROMISE that this will get better. Pinky swear.
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A cut above the rest
Produced by Carron J. Phillips, S.I. Newhouse School of Public Communications for the Secs in the City project. More stories at http://thenewshouse.com/secsinthecity
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