In what comes as a shock to nobody, the FBI released a report a few moments ago claiming it has proof the North Koreans were behind the cyber attack on Sony. Basically, the country responded with threats and intimidation because its leader was mocked in a fictional piece of art. No response yet from the American government. Will watch for updates.
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The final episode of the Colbert Report aired last evening - a star studded send-off for Stephen Colbert and his popular character. The final moments came via song, sung by Stephen Colbert and Jon Stewart, with cameo appearances by what seemed to be most of Hollywood. It was a great end to the show - and I plan on re-watching it again soon. The cowards at Sony have pulled the film due to threats made by hackers, so I'll put the trailer here since you won't be able to see the movie. A lot of artists are pissed at this censorship, so I'll ask this- can you remember another time when a major movie/book/TV Show was not released in such a fashion? I can't - but let me know if I'm practicing selective memory here. Either way - it appears this film is now cancelled. Your move, Sony. A short science video for your morning. Neil de Grasse Tyson explains Stephen Hawking's Radiation theory. The amazing new portrait from Marielle. Check out her site for available paintings.
MUD EYES CHAPTER THREE SCENE FOUR BY BRIANA MORGAN "I don't know you," I tell Malcolm.
"I'm trying to help you. To keep you safe." He waves his hand. "The rest is just extra. Can we start fresh?" I shake his hand. If Rory appointed this man to watch over me, I can give him a shot. There have to be several reasons I was given to him instead of Julian or Atalanta. It’s just bizarre that the man I know the least has the strongest tie to me. I want to learn more about him and my brother. Julian watches us interact with a smirk on his face. He knows something I didn't--about Malcolm, that is. I wonder what it could be. "All right," he says to Malcolm, "you'd better get going. Attie and I might go on a run of sorts tonight." I don’t know what he’s talking about, but the scowl on Malcolm's face tells me it’s not good. I come right out and ask. "What are you talking about?" Malcolm's scowl intensifies. "She doesn't need to know about any of this, Julian." "It's too late," he says. "Don't be stupid. She's involved." He looks pointedly at me. "And don't speak about her as though she isn't there. It's rude." I feel a surge of affection for Julian. He seems to care about me, too. I don't understand why Rory didn’t make him my guardian. I’m most comfortable around him. Maybe he has some kind of dark side I don't know about. Malcolm goes to put his arm around me. Without meaning to, I flinch. He withdraws and shoves his hands in his pockets instead. "Damita, Rory wouldn't want you to know about all this. He never would've wanted you to go out on a run." "She's not going," says Julian. "She just asked what it was." There’s a knock at the door. Julian gets up and answers it. Atalanta blows a stream of smoke into the room. "Where have you been? I thought we were going..." She makes eye contact with Malcolm and her voice dissipates. "Oh my God! How long have you been here?" She rushes toward him and pulled him into a hug. "Julian and I were worried sick!" Julian scoffs. "She was. Not me." I don’t believe him. I haven't known him long, but Julian Hartwell doesn't seem to be apathetic about anything. Atalanta flicks ashes off her cigarette, waltzes into the room, and plops down on my lap. I freeze in shock. She grabs my hand and pulls my arm around her waist. What's wrong with this woman? “Julian and I are going on a run, Malcolm? Isn't that exciting?” His face doesn't change as much as it had before. “So I hear. Same place as last time?” “We’re going to try down by the docks,” Julian says. “China said she knew a guy, and he might have an idea what to do.” “Speaking of China,” Atalanta says. Julian clicks his tongue. “What, you talked to her?” “I need to tell you all something,” Atalanta says. “It concerns everyone.” The room is all ears. She leans forward, placing her hands on her knees. “Wesley Cray has been spotted in the woods near Rory’s house.” LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF BERNADETTE CYNTHIA HEALY EPISODE 27 Explaining the ménage a trois to Keith had been somewhat embarrassing but thankfully he made no judgement, or at least he kept it to himself. The more I try and explain the situation to other people, the more difficult I find to justify it, even to myself. I fear that Summerbee's Solicitors will use my weakness as their strength and force me to recall the entire relationship in court. I can remember thinking it was the right thing to do at the time. After all, I also convinced that woman to make sacrifices for me.
I catch a bus to Bermondsey again. I'm far more familiar with the over-ground routes than the tube. Jonathon used to tease me mercilessly about my paranoia of being underground, but seeing as he loved to drive those moments were few and far between. The church is closed, as I should have realised it would be, but I get another chance to walk around the relatively quiet garden. It's far from an oasis of calm and tranquility, the bustling traffic and coarse shouts from workmen prove difficult to ignore, but it gives me a sense of belonging. To think that Bernadette Cynthia Healy's brother married here. I know I am repeating the same thoughts I had only yesterday, but I am shaken by the experience with Mr Hayworth, more than I'd care to let Keith see, and more certainly than I'd like to admit myself. Why am I looking for the brother of my late-husbands ex-mistress? What am I looking for? Maybe Polly and Jack were right to be cautious and maybe this is a Pandora's box that should be left well-alone. These thoughts hound me as I leave the garden. I look left, then right before I cross the road, and out of the corner of my eye I glance a wave from Father Thomas. I smile and gesture back, but not before I notice the easily recognisable briefcase from this morning. Mr Hayworth, has managed to clock up just as many miles as I have this morning. I cross the road as would be expected, and pray that Mr Hayworth hasn't seen the wave between Father Thomas and me. I window shop for houses well out of my price range, or ones that have the potential to be in my price range should I find a certain long-lost brother, and using the window's reflection I watch as Mr Hayworth and Father Thomas enter the same church I had wandered around only the day before. It is unsettling to watch your footsteps being followed, especially by one so impertinent as Mr Hayworth. I wonder what Jonathon would do, and I have no doubt that he would have waited for the untimely meeting to end, and then have a second conversation with the priest. He would also call Keith and fill him in on the latest information. |
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