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| In a valiant attempt to commemorate our nation's deep cultural roots,
the ACT foundation has included the vivid stories of America's indigenous peoples
into the Reading and English portions of their exam.
 
YOUR LEGACY IS SAFE. YOU WILL NOT BE FORGOTTEN.
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Infections of this type, almost always bacterial, can cause an awful death for seahorses. The disease manifests itself by consuming the seahorse's flesh all the way to the bone, causing irreparable damage that leads to death. | | |
| the following is an excerpt from an essay about the thriller film genre:
Although the scene in “Collateral” may seem more reminiscent of the traditional “hero/villain standoff,” its theme still follows that which was established by the earlier thrillers. In fact, the scene in “Dial M for Murder” is somewhat more thrilling to those willing to accept it as such. The buildup of suspense spans over a much longer time period, causing the inevitable conclusion to seem more eventful. “Collateral” may excite viewers with its loud noises, violence, and pulsing techno, but abrupt shootings cannot hold a candle to the Master of Suspense. Quite frankly, such films are entertaining at times, but should respect their elders; lest they long to receive a smart spanking from “Poppa Alfred.”
Both “Collateral” and “Dial M for Murder” are clearly thriller films. They follow some of the same aspects of the genre, and bear resemblance to each other in certain ways. However, a more modern thriller cannot take full credit for its effectiveness without giving credit where credit is due. Such films would not be tangible without the themes and formulas that were established by earlier thrillers. Perhaps an identical claim will be made sometime in the future, which would refer to films like “Collateral” as “Classic Thrillers.” The sands of time may not erase the modern thriller from our memories, but we must keep in mind the “here and now.”
The modern thriller needs to turn down the surging electronica, put away the automatic firearms, and sit quietly for once in its life for a major lesson in history.
Remind me to NEVER become a film critic.
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| January Twenty-Third.
well let's see here. That's seventeen years since 1989, minus 2 that i'd like to redo, minus 3 for my childlike stature, plus 1 for the faux-maturity.
that's 13 years of age on January 23rd.
the period spanning from 2006-2010 sends chills down my spine.
i often wish i could go back, but then i realize that i have met some incredible people along the way.
thank you all. i'm going to miss you when i finally get outta dodge.
happy birthday george. we were covered in blood on the same day, month and year.
plans for 2006: repair every facet of my life. just kidding. i'll think of real goals when the time comes. | | |
| Good Morning, Thursday!
the time is nearing 1 a.m., and i'm up for the rest of the day.
switching my sleeping schedule from nighttime to afternoon was possibly the most disturbing choice i've made as of recently.
i've never been much of a shot-caller; probably because the actions that i take often turn out to be disastrous and unhealthy.
none of you are awake right now, probably because you have enough common sense to sleep at regular hours, and for that i applaude you.
morning just doesnt seem right when you've already been up for six hours prior, and the sun doesnt come up nearly as early as i had expected.
on a scale of one-to-ten, how foolish/unnecessary does this all seem?
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