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Farming Simulator 17 WINCH KRPAN - Duration: 12:47.
HI GUYS !!!! Welcome to Farming Simulator 17 Mods Channel in this video I will show You The WINCH KRPAN .
With this tool you can pull logs until you are able to grab them .
X KEY UNFOLD THE WINCH KRPAN B KEY TURN ON THE WINCH When you tun on the Winch you will a distance indicator down and left of your screen
hahahah it is not fall
when you are in range to grab the log you will see some letters in the bottom of you screen to say PRESS N KEY
Then use M KEY TO DETACH THE LOG K KEY TO WINCH THE LOG
To load the logs I use the FAUCHEUX LOADER from FIAT 1180 DT Modpack and BIOBELTZ LF 180 Log Fork
Fattori TF 1140 Autoload trailer
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This Video Exposes The Lie We Live - Duration: 12:12.
This Video Exposes The Lie We Live
I often ask people, �What would you be doing if there was no such thing as money?� Some
people will answer along the lines of, �That would be impossible to fathom� or look at
me as if I�m crazy without realizing how trapped within the system that they have become.
Would the fry cook at McDonald�s still be making french fries if there was no such thing
as money? Probably not, but he or she might be doing something in the culinary arts field
or in agriculture to help feed others.
If you take money out of the equation, it will give you a good idea of why you�re
here and what you should be doing with your life. Many people will say, �If there was
no such thing as money, then I�d travel a lot� or they might say, �I�d party
all day� but after traveling and partying, most people would eventually want to do something
the contributes to society.
If there was no such thing as money, I�d grow a large fruit orchard with a sign next
to it that said something along the lines of, �Help yourself and if you know someone
who is hungry, grab some for them too�. I�d also like to work with children in helping
them to find their true, divine reason(s) for being here.
We don�t need money because that makes us economic slaves to a broken system of fiat
currency. What we need are ideas such as the The Venus Project, Ubuntu, or The Global Unity
Project to come to fruition, where EVERYONE can live in abundance and prosperity without
the need for economic subservience and slavery.
Who else is tired of being a slave to a broken system? Who else feels the pain of those who
are starving and homeless? Certainly not those who �control� this planet.
The following video and commentary was created by Spencer Cathcart and tells of the truth
we see everyday but rarely think about.
It�s time to write a new script!
The Lie We Live
At this moment you could be anywhere, doing anything. Instead you sit alone before a screen.
So what�s stopping us from doing what we want? Being where we want to be?
Each day we wake up in the same room and follow the same path, to live the same day as yesterday.
Yet at one time each day was a new adventure. Along the way something changed. Before our
days were timeless, now our days are scheduled.
Is this what it means to be grown up? To be free? But are we really free?
Food, water, land.
The very elements we need to survive are owned by corporations. There�s no food for us
on trees, no freshwater in streams, no land to build a home. If you try and take what
the Earth provides you�ll be locked away. So we obey their rules.
We discover the world through a textbook. For years we sit and regurgitate what we�re
told. Tested and graded like subjects in a lab. Raised not to make a difference in this
world, raised to be no different. Smart enough to do our job but not to question why we do
it. So we work and work, left with no time to live the life we work for. Until a day
comes when we are too old to do our job. It is here we are left to die. Our children take
our place in the game.
To us, our path is unique, but together we are nothing more than fuel. The fuel that
powers the elite. The elite who hide behind the logos of corporations. This is their world.
And their most valuable resource is not in the ground. It is us.
We build their cities, we run their machines, we fight their wars. After all, money isn�t
what drives them. It�s power. Money is simply the tool they use to control us. Worthless
pieces of paper we depend on to feed us, move us, entertain us.
They gave us money and in return we gave them the world. Where there were trees that cleaned
our air are now factories that poison it. Where there was water to drink, is toxic waste
that stinks. Where animals ran free, are factory farms where they are born and slaughtered
endlessly, for our satisfaction. Over a billion people are starving, despite us having enough
food for everybody. Where does it all go? 70% of the grain we grow is fed to fatten
the animals you eat for dinner. Why help the starving? You can�t profit off them.
We are like a plague sweeping the earth, tearing apart the very environment that allows us
to live. We see everything as something to be sold, as an object to be owned. But what
happens when we have polluted the last river? Poisoned the last breath of air? Have no oil
for the trucks that bring us our food? When will we realize money can�t be eaten, that
it has no value?
We aren�t destroying the planet. We are destroying all life on it. Every year thousands
of species go extinct. And time is running out before we�re next. If you live in America
there�s a 41% chance you�ll get cancer. Heart disease will kill one out of three Americans.
We take prescription drugs to deal with these problems, but medical care is the third leading
cause of death behind cancer and heart disease. We�re told everything can be solved by throwing
money at scientists so they can discover a pill to make our problems go away. But the
drug companies and cancer societies rely on our suffering to make a profit. We think we�re
running for a cure, but really we�re running away from the cause. Our body is a product
of what we consume and the food we eat is designed purely for profit. We fill ourselves
with toxic chemicals. The bodies of animals infested with drugs and diseases. But we don�t
see this. The small group of corporations that own the media don�t want us to. Surrounding
us with a fantasy we�re told is reality.
It�s funny to think humans once thought the earth was the center of the universe.
But then again, now we see ourselves as the center of the planet. We point to our technology
and say we�re the smartest. But do computers, cars, and factories really illustrate how
intelligent we are? Or do they show how lazy we�ve become. We put this �civilized�
mask on. But when you strip that away what are we?
How quickly we forget only within past hundred years did we allow women to vote; allow blacks
to live as equals. We act as if we are all-knowing beings, yet there is much we fail to see.
We walk down the street ignoring all the little things. The eyes who stare. The stories they
share. Seeing everything as a background to �me�.
Perhaps we fear we�re not alone. That we are a part of a much bigger picture. But we
fail to make the connection. We�re okay killing pigs, cows, chickens, strangers from
foreign lands. But not our neighbors, not our dogs, our cats, those we have come to
love and understand. We call other creatures stupid yet we point to them to justify our
actions. But does killing simply because we can, because we always have, make it right?
Or does it show how little we�ve learned. That we continue to act out of primal aggression
rather than thought and compassion.
One day, this sensation we call life will leave us. Our bodies will rot, our valuables
recollected. Yesterday�s actions all that remain. Death constantly surrounds us, still
it seems so distant from our everyday reality. We live in a world on the verge of collapse.
The wars of tomorrow will have no winners. For violence will never be the answer; it
will destroy every possible solution.
If we all look at our innermost desire, we will see our dreams are not so different.
We share a common goal. Happiness. We tear the world apart looking for joy, without ever
looking within ourselves. Many of the happiest people are those who own the least. But are
we really so happy with our iPhones, our big houses, our fancy cars?
We�ve become disconnected. Idolizing people we�ve never met. We witness the extraordinary
on screens but ordinary everywhere else. We wait for someone to bring change without ever
thinking of changing ourselves.
Presidential elections might as well be a coin toss. It�s two sides of the same coin.
We choose which face we want and the illusion of choice, of change is created. But the world
remains the same. We fail to realize the politicians don�t serve us; they serve those who fund
them into power.
We need leaders, not politicians. But in this world of followers, we have forgotten to lead
ourselves. Stop waiting for change and be the change you want to see. We didn�t get
to this point by sitting on our asses. The human race survived not because we are fastest
or the strongest, but because we worked together.
We have mastered the act of killing. Now let�s master the joy of living.
This isn�t about saving the planet. The planet will be here whether we are or not.
Earth has been around for billions of years, each of us will be lucky to last eighty. We
are a flash in time, but our impact is forever.
I often wished I lived in an age before computers, when we didn�t have screens to distract
us.
But I realize there�s one reason why this is the only time I want to be alive. Because
here today, we have an opportunity we never had before. The internet gives us the power
to share a message and unite millions around the world. While we still can we must use
our screens to bring us together, rather than farther apart.
For better or worse, our generation will determine the future of life on this planet. We can
either continue to serve this system of destruction until no memory of our existence remains or
we can wake up. Realize we aren�t evolving upwards, but rather falling down�we just
have screens in our faces so we don�t see where we�re heading.
This present moment is what every step, every breath and every death has led to. We are
the faces of all who came before us. And now it is our turn. You can choose to carve your
own path or follow the road countless others have already taken.
Life is not a movie. The script isn�t already written. We are the writers.
This is Your Story, Their Story, Our Story.
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10 Key Tools For Successful Cosmic Zen Surfing - Duration: 5:58.
10 Key Tools For Successful Cosmic Zen Surfing
by Morag,
When we ride waves of higher frequencies, enabling recalibration of our mind body soul
system, we take control of our own evolution.
Using the tools we have been taught, understanding when and how to use them, gives us a sense
of balance, of belonging to a multi dimensional world.
We can ride tidal waves of DNA upgrades safely, releasing karma, embracing love and realigning
our energetic systems.
10 key tools for successful cosmic zen surfing.
1.
Self care � recognizing matrix poisons and clearing them from our diet, our mind and
our spirit.
Aspiring to moderation, to cleaner, simpler living.
2.
Understanding we exist in the matrix, being kind to ourselves when we get pulled into
dramas, toxins or lower vibrations.
Forgiving ourselves.
3.
Stepping into the energetic emotion of gratitude.
Consciously releasing competitive, negative matrix ego programming by embracing gratitude.
4.
Practicing focused intentions and mantras daily to keep balanced and calm.
5.
Learning the power of mindfulness and mantras to create our reality.
Learning to manifest.
6.
Meditation becoming part of the daily fabric of our lives.
Using it for protection, healing, karmic growth, manifestation and guidance.
Accessing Love frequency.
7.
Learning about and using healing practices to consciously rebalance and realign our chakra
system.
Reiki, sound baths, meditative yoga, chi gong to encourage fluid energetic flow through
our system.
8.
Being more aware of our intuition, trusting our instincts to inform our actions.
Rejecting cultural, religious or economic convention, programming in favor of gut feelings,
hunches and heart led choices.
9.
Increasingly seeing and enjoying number sequences, synchronicity, interaction with nature and
dream state visions.
Third eye activation.
10.
Recognizing the magik trinity of our mind body soul system, linking and connecting everything
as energy.
Beginning to understand this on a deep level, often triggered by time and dimensional slippage,
strange experiences and quantum glitches in the matrix.
We are learning to surf cosmic seas of higher vibrations.
These are more than lifestyle changes.
As we align with universal love frequency we find the flow, the groove of this wavelength,
we relax into quantum existence.
We trust our instincts more, we learn to speak Energy, to read energy fields around us and
be aware of our own responses.
To adjust our speech, behaviour and thought processes to kinder, positive wavelengths.
We step out of fear and into love.
We leave envy and competition in favor of gratitude and humility.
We see the whole, the collective, the planet as one, interwoven in the great fabric of
time and space.
We are being shown the tools for safe surfing, for quantum recalibration, activated in this
great ocean of cosmic upgrades on Gaia.
Stay centered, true to yourself and energetically balanced as we surf these stormy seas friends.
The upside is when we learn to surf we ride the highs, we get the zen vibe, we feel the
love, we connect to the love, we become one with the love vibration.
This is where we find peace, abundance, equality and beauty.
This is the future, the new earth.
The more people who awaken and come online the more we spread the love frequency round
the planet.
Little dots of light joining together protecting, healing and raising the vibrations on Gaia.
We are the light warriors, the creators of the new earth.
Safe surfing beautiful people.
Mantra: I connect to universal flow of love energy.
I bathe in cosmic light.
I am grateful, with grace
and
in humility.
Namaste.
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Man accused of locking girlfriend inside burning home - Duration: 1:21.
WHITNEY: THE PALM BEACH COUNTY
SHERIFF'S OFFICE ARRESTED A MAN
WHO LIVES HERE AFTER THEY SAY HE
LIT HIS HOME ON FIRE WITH A
WOMAN INSIDE.
WE FOUND HE'S ALREADY OUT OF
JAIL.
I WAS HOPING TO SPEAK WITH
ROBERT.
WE WENT TO ROBERT ENGLER'S HOUSE
IN SUBURBAN WEST PALM BEACH
TUESDAY.
A WOMAN CAME OUT BUT SHE DIDN'T
WANT TO SHOW HER FACE.
SAYING SHE'S BEEN WITH BOBBY FOR
MORE THAN 20 YEARS.
SHE SAYS ENGLER'S OUT OF JAIL
BECAUSE THE WHOLE THING IS A BIG
MISTAKE, BUT WOULD NOT
ELABORATE.
DEPUTIES SAY JUST DAYS AGO,
ENGLER PUNCHED A WOMAN AND THEN
LIT UP THEIR HOME AND LOCKED
THIS GATE WITH THE WOMAN AND TWO
DOGS INSIDE.
RESPONDERS SAY WHEN GOT TO THE
HOME ON CHERRY LANE, FLAMES HAD
SPREAD TO THE FLOOR AND WERE
COMING FROM THE WOMAN'S BLANKET.
SO THEY GRABBED A GARDEN HOUSE
, DOUSED THE FIRE AND TOOK THE
WOMAN AND DOGS OUT OF THE HOUSE.
DEPUTIES SAY ENGLER WAS STANDING
IN THE PARKING LOT.
THEY SAY ENGLER TOLD
INVESTIGATORS THE WOMAN WAS
DRUNK AND THEY ARGUED, AND THE
NEXT DAY HE WAS UNDER ARREST.
ENGLER FACES DOMESTIC BATTERY
AND ARSON CHARGES.
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Trump blames Obama for Mike Flynn scandals - Duration: 1:55.
Trump blames Obama for Mike Flynn scandals
by Kyle Feldscher
President Trump on Monday blamed former national security adviser Mike Flynn's transgressions
on President Obama, because Flynn had his security clearance renewed by the previous
administration after he took money from foreign governments.
"General Flynn was given the highest security clearance by the Obama administration � but
the Fake News seldom likes talking about that," Trump tweeted.
Flynn, who was fired as the leader of the Defense Intelligence Agency by Obama in 2014,
is in hot water for lobbying for the Turkish government and taking money from the Russian
government to speak at an event after he left government, without clearing it first with
the government.
The Constitution requires those payments to be approved, and Congress has authorized the
Departments of State and Defense to make those judgments.
The Obama administration did renew his security clearance in 2016, and Trump made Flynn a
top aide on his campaign and then named him his national security adviser.
Trump and his team have been criticized for not catching any of the red flags about Flynn
during the vetting for his White House role.
But the White House has cast the blame on Obama and argued they didn't do as much vetting
on Flynn because he had already received a security clearance from the previous administration.
Flynn was fired after lying to Vice President Mike Pence about the nature of his conversations
with the Russian ambassador to the United States during the
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Farming Simulator 17 FIAT 1180 DT - Duration: 5:49.
HI GUYS !!!! Welcome to Farming Simulator 17 Mods Channel in this video I will show You The FIAT 1180 DT.
FIAT 1180 DT Front loader 118Hp 35Km/h Max Speed
In this mod pack you 'll also find the LIZARD FAUCHEUX LOADER YOU MUST UNZIP THE RAR
To test the tractor I 'll use the Fliegl PowerPro to clean my cow farm feeder
IC CONTROL LEFT ALT
HAHAHAHA
I have too many cows and this tool is so small
I 'll use something faster
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Top 15 Scary Stories Found on the Internet - Duration: 40:53.
15.
Tweet tweet The canary's call echoed against the tunnel's
damp walls, leading us deeper into darkness.
We'd long since left the vicinity of our mining lights, relying on lanterns to navigate the
porous cave and its uneven muddy floor.
Where else were we supposed to go?
The earthquake had obliterated our only exit.
It was either stay put and risk starving to death, or proceed through the mountain's natural
tunnels in the hopes of finding freedom.
Carson, an experienced miner, had begun leading us from the front.
The fear of the unknown had me unnerved, but I knew we'd be okay.
As long as the canary kept singing, we'd be okay.
Tweet tweet The ceiling encroached on us as we advanced,
bringing its finger-shaped stalactites closer and closer towards us.
I wiped sweat from my brow and peered ahead.
Darkness.
Tweet tweet We walked for hours without a breath of fresh
air.
I could feel myself growing tired, but refused to slow my pace.
If my team could keep walking, then so could I.
The shuffling of our feet, the canary's tune, and the sound of dripping water were all that
was heard in the dim tunnel.
We weren't wasting precious oxygen on idle chitchat.
Tweet tweet The farther we went, the tighter the passages.
My head began to spin from fatigue and dehydration.
I needed to throw up, but I couldn't allow myself to do so: in such a small space, I
knew the scent would linger for the rest of our journey.
That canary's call was a beacon of hope.
It was my light at the end of the tunnel, a promise that the next stretch of the journey
would be safe.
It kept me - and my fellow miners - from panicking.
As long as the canary kept singing, we'd be okay.
Tweet tweet I tried to focus on the melody and closed
my eyes, imagining the blue sky above my house.
I thought about being in my daughter's loving arms, and the days we would spend watching
the birds perched on our picket fence.
And then, I stumbled.
I was back in the cave.
Back in the miserable muck of dirt and sweat.
Maybe I just needed to distance myself from the others.
Perhaps my position near the end of the line was starting to weigh on me.
Maybe I just needed to feel like I was closer to the exit.
I pushed passed the procession, head spinning more and more the closer I got to the front.
Tweet tweet I felt a sinking feeling at the pit of my
stomach at the sight of it: the canary lay lifeless in its cage.
Carson, face swollen and worn, turned towards me.
He slowly brought a grime-caked index finger to his lips, soundlessly shushing me, before
dropping his hand.
He turned to the front, curled his lips into an 'O', and blew.
Tweet tweet I understood then that we weren't making it
out alive.
14.
The deal was simple, we'd get to ask him a couple of questions and he got to ask us
a couple of questions.
A bit odd if you ask me.
What could The Devil possibly want to know from us?
I couldn't tell you.
"Is heaven real?"
I asked.
"Yes," he replied, his voice like dying embers in a fireplace, "and so is hell."
"Who goes to heaven?"
"Whoever God wants there."
"I'm afraid that's much too vague for us."
"What's that like?" he asked, his eyes perking up.
"I'm sorry?"
"What's it like to be afraid?"
A bit confused, I tried my best to describe the feeling of fear.
My explanation was a bit clumsy but he appeared to be satisfied with it.
"Why'd you want to know that?"
I asked.
"Because when God made me, he didn't give me the ability to feel fear.
I can't feel lots of things."
"What can you feel?"
"Pain."
I got us back on track.
"Can you elaborate on your answer from before?
About heaven?"
"Of course.
Heaven is open to all of God's creations, whatever they do."
I breathed a sigh of relief.
When I was called in, the people in charge told me that my primary objective was to secure
information on how humanity could get to heaven.
With that sorted, anything else I gathered was a bonus.
"Are you going to heaven too?
Since you were created by God," I asked.
"I could, but I won't," he replied.
"Why?"
"Because I committed the most egregious sin.
I did something only God was supposed to do."
"What's that?"
"I tried to create angels.
They didn't work out.
My angels were made in my image, so I guess I'm to blame.
All they do is cause suffering and destruction, so God said they had to go to hell, to suffer
for an eternity" "You mean the demons?"
"Yes, I guess I do.
I couldn't go to heaven, not while my creations were suffering.
So I decided that when the time came, I would travel to hell and suffer with them."
"Why?"
"Because I love them."
I checked my watch, "Time's almost up."
"Yes it is."
he replied.
"I have to go back and get debriefed."
I said, preparing to leave the facility.
"They'll be ecstatic when they get the good news."
"And what might that be?"
"That no matter what we do, we're going to heaven."
"But you're not, or anyone else for that matter."
"But," I said, my voice wavering, "You said…"
"Yes, I know what I said my child.
But you're not one of God's creations," he said with a tone I would mistake for sadness
if I didn't know better, "You're one of mine."
13.
There was a car accident.
A bad one.
I was unharmed, but my wife died on impact.
My son, Cam, made it out alive.
I guess you can call it alive.
He was pinned by a piece of metal through his groin.
Someone at the hospital said it was a miracle he didn't bleed out.
I would've believed them if he didn't burn while he was pinned.
Trapped in the backseat, watching the flames come toward him, Cam's skin started to blister.
He screamed and screamed.
Some of it was unintelligible, but a good portion was him begging me to help.
I couldn't reach him.
So, I watched him burn.
His skin steamed as the moisture inside boiled.
His hair ignited in a white flash, burning off in seconds.
The clothing was next.
It was cotton, so it went quickly enough, but his sneakers smouldered and melted, coating
his feet with molten artificial material.
I didn't hear the fire trucks arrive.
Firefighters pushed me to the side as they doused the car and its occupants with flame
retardant foam.
Cam had lost consciousness, but I'd just assumed he was dead.
When they found a pulse and sawed open the car to get him out, I couldn't comprehend
how he'd survived.
But I felt something like joy.
I rode with him in the ambulance to the hospital.
It was while he was in the burn unit having 90% of his skin debrided that a nurse told
me how lucky he was.
It's three years later and Cam is 14.
His body is a perverse canvas of skin grafts and amputations.
His arms and legs were burned to the bone and had to be removed.
While in the burn ward, a staph infection developed in his lower jaw, which also had
to be amputated.
His tongue and teeth were taken from him, too, and a large flap of skin was sewn from
his chest to the area right below where his nose used to be.
Now his neck is forever craned downward.
His eyes were unscathed, though.
He had the presence of mind to cover them with his hands before they could be destroyed
by the fire.
Must be that luck they said he had.
Now I can feel the heat of his glare whenever I'm nearby.
It's as if he wants to tell me something.
But that's supposed to be impossible.
He hasn't demonstrated the ability to communicate at all since the accident.
I know differently.
I think he's just biding his time.
For what, though, I'm too frightened to imagine.
But the signs are there.
Every day, I have to remove the charred carcasses of birds and squirrels from the area of the
yard that Cam can see from his propped-up position in bed.
I keep thinking back to how he must have felt as I watched him burn.
His glare tells me he hasn't forgotten.
12.
I like wearing my mother's shoes.
They make me feel special.
They're thin and sleek with narrow stiletto heels and a little bow at the front.
My feet get a little sweaty in them because they're made of real leather, but that's
part of their charm.
They're high-quality, and that's why they're mother's favorite pair.
Father doesn't like me wearing my mother's shoes.
He says it's not right for a man to do.
The first time he found me strolling through mom's closet wearing them, he gave me the
belt.
He told me what I was doing was inhuman.
He made me put them back while he screamed at me for hours.
He didn't even try to understand how special they made me feel.
Mother likes me wearing her shoes.
She smiles peacefully at me when I borrow them.
She never scolds me like father does.
She doesn't worry I'll stretch the leather or judge me for my quirks.
Wearing her shoes makes me feel closer to her.
It makes me feel special.
I don't care how many times father takes them away from me and hides them in mother's
grave, I'm still going to dig them back up and wear them again.
11.
Anya was sitting in the institution's sunroom when it suddenly lived up to its name.
Outside, the gray clouds parted, and as a warm shaft of light caressed her face, she
remembered something.
Something very important.
"Depression stinks," she said.
The words must have been magic, for all at once it seemed like a curse had been lifted
from her slumping body.
Fate was now hers to command, and with her newfound power Anya made a decisive choice:
she chose to not be depressed.
The thin blanket covering her legs slid to the floor as she stood up from the couch and
looked around.
It was a beautiful day.
How had she not noticed before?
The gray clouds had moved on, and beyond the half-open windows lay the vivid greens and
blues of spring.
She inhaled deeply, filling her nose with the scents of flowers and the earthy tang
left by the passing rain.
From behind her, she heard the soft strains of music coming from the radio Nurse Bexley
kept at her desk.
It was the sweetest song Anya had ever heard.
Something about young love?
Well, whatever the words, the tune was absolutely lovely.
She stepped away from the couch, almost bouncing as she roamed around the sunroom seeking human
interaction from the other occupants.
She ruffled Wallace's frizzy hair.
She danced with Nancy, twirling her around and around and giggling when she lost a slipper.
She noticed the chess game Roger was playing with himself and immediately saw an excellent
move which had not occurred to the intensely frowning man.
Plucking up the little castle, she leapfrogged it all the way across the board.
"King me," she said.
Afterwards, she tried chatting with Nurse Bexley, but the stubborn woman only grunted
in annoyance while continuing to flip through a magazine.
Obviously her world was still gray.
To Anya, however, everything was as colorful as a cherished childhood memory.
Then she felt a tap on her shoulder and she spun around, grinning, right into the arms
of Dr. Margrave.
Dr. Margrave was grinning, too.
But his grin was a hungry one.
Anya's face fell as more memories came flooding back.
"You," she said, her voice lowering to a whisper.
"You suck the sunlight from the world."
Dr. Margrave pretended to be hurt.
"Come now, Anya," he said.
"I am merely doing my job.
You require care, and I care for all my patients."
That much was true.
But it wasn't the whole truth.
Dr. Margrave cared for his patients like farmers cared for their livestock.
He needed them.
He needed their ups and downs, their positives and negatives.
They were his batteries.
And so, Anya's world turned gray again as Dr. Margrave took her hand and led her back
to the couch.
This institution, she realized, provided the perfect camouflage for a creature who fed
off emotions.
But the thought quickly slipped away, and soon she was too depressed to worry about
it.
10.
"So what's your specialty?"
I drifted in this limbo that I assumed was purgatory, pondering the man's question.
"Specialty?
What do you mean?"
"You know, your specialty.
What you devoted your life to.
Was it communication?
Human rights?
Feeding the poor?
What?"
I thought back on my life, spent drifting aimlessly from one job to the next, making
no special connections, engaging in no particular hobbies.
"Um…
I don't think I have a specialty."
The man looked at me in shock.
"You don't have a specialty?
Don't you know what that means?"
Fear gripped my throat in an iron vice.
"No… what?"
He shook his head sadly.
"It means you have to do it all over again.
9.
After several hours of cold calls I was able to step outside for a cigarette.
We weren't allow to smoke in front of the call center, so I had stepped out back.
The December air was cold.
In between puffs I could see steam forming from my breath as clearly as the smoke itself.
I allowed myself to be entertain by this distraction for a brief moment.
I turned to flick my cigarette in the storm drain when I noticed a pair of eyes staring
at me from below.
I stood there locked in its gaze.
Its blue eyes seemed to glow in the darkness that surrounded them.
I felt the heat on my finger as the cigarette cherry burned close to my finger and snapped
out of it.
One of the girls I worked with walked past me.
A black hand shot from the storm drain and grabbed her by the ankle.
She screamed loudly as she was pulled through the small metal opening.
Loud sounds of teeth tearing into flesh and bones snapping filled my ears.
After a moment that could have been anywhere from a few seconds to an hour the blue eyes
returned and stared intently into mine.
I slowly backed away and darted inside.
A few of my coworkers were headed out for a smoke.
I could hear their muffled screams as I continued down the hall and back to my cubicle.
I'd always wanted to quit.
It's safe to assume I won't be stepping out back anymore.
8.
It's a little-known fact that the act of scratching releases dopamine into your system.
This means that every time you scratch an itch, you're not just relieving a discomfort:
you're making yourself feel better.
It's no surprise, then, that some people can take it a little too far.
Craig had an awful itch that needed to be scratched.
His short fingernails desperately dug along flesh, hoping to alleviate the horrid sensation
tinkling inside of him.
Scratch scratch scratch.
Aaaah, it felt so good.
Scratch scratch scratch.
He broke the skin.
Blood began to trickle out, but his fingers had not yet reached the spot nagging him.
Scratch scratch scratch.
Dopamine seeped into his system, filling him with a pleasant sense of relief, though not
enough to stop him quite yet.
Scratch scratch scratch.
No, he couldn't stop, not even after he made it through all the layers of skin, and to
the muscle tissue: the itch ran deeper.
Scratch scratch scratch.
He could see something white just outside of his reach.
There was no going back now.
The itch was so strong.
He needed to scratch that white form hiding under the muscles.
Scratch scratch scratch.
His fingertips finally reached the femur's bony surface.
The itch was gone, and Craig let out a sigh of relief.
It felt so good.
He had all the pleasure of scratching an itch, without any of the pain.
Just as Craig thought he was finally done, he felt another itch right behind the eye.
His bound victim thrashed and screamed in panic as Craig's bloody finger approached
his face.
He couldn't help it: it was an itch he needed scratching.
7.
I hate fake people.
My dad says it's hard for me to relate to them, considering I was "built perfectly,"
but I still don't understand why anyone would want to pretend they're someone they're not.
Sure, we all put on a face at work or out and about on the town, but that's not what
I'm talking about.
I'm talking about the ones who never reveal their true selves.
I know many of us can't handle opening up to someone easily.
But again, that's not what I'm talking about.
Even the shut-ins open themselves every so often, whether it be to a cat, dog, or even
God.
And I think that's beautiful.
It's the kind that 'supplement' themselves with all kinds of things to fit in.
No, not alternative people with their tattoos and piercings.
They're working towards expressing their true selves to the fullest extent, and I thoroughly
applaud that.
But those bimbos out there with their plastic noses and cartoon tits?
It disgusts me to the core.
They're already using fake personalities they picked up to fit in with the rest of the pretenders,
and now they've ruined the bodies God gave them just to look more like a carbon-copy
replica of their friends.
Who was the first, I often wonder, that they're all trying to be?
As bad as they are, I find it somewhat easier to overlook them than the rest.
They're too simple to understand that all things happen for a reason.
My dad taught me that, how God has a plan for us all and it's despicable that anyone
would choose to go against their destiny.
And yet, people do, beyond changing their face and chest to better fit the mold.
Amputees attach fake arms.
Burn victims wear the skins of others.
And cancer survivors augment themselves to pretend they're still whole.
It sickens me.
I'm sure you think I'm awful, but hear me out.
I hate fake people because I think everyone should embrace God's way.
Embrace themselves, their path, and what life has taught them.
Wear injuries and pain with pride that you have survived so much!
But no.
You'd rather pretend, slap the man upstairs in the face.
Ignore what has been given to you, cover it all up with makeup and a smile so your friends
won't have to accept you for who you've become, even when they've got their own scars they're
covering up.
Oh how I wish I could say I've come up with some way to make everyone understand my perspective.
Well, the perspective I had, anyway.
See, I was in a minor accident recently.
And before you say "ha!"
I didn't need surgery or any of that plastic nonsense.
It was a simple trip down the stairs, nothing more than a few bruises here and there I fully
intend to wear with pride.
The thing that messed with my beliefs when I finally landed?
When a glass eye popped out of my head.
6.
My daughter found an old dumbwaiter in her closet.
I never even knew we had one.
It led down to the basement, but apparently the compartment got bricked up before we moved
in.
She was pretty disappointed when I told her I wasn't going to break down the wall and
make the thing functional again.
She wanted to send me little presents from her room while I was watching the game in
the basement.
Still, she liked hanging out in her closet and pulling the thing up and down.
I figured there were worse things she could find interesting.
One weekend, the girls were playing in their room.
They were using the dumbwaiter, as always; sending one of their dolls down, making up
a little story, and then "rescuing" it.
I heard a little bump when the kids accidentally hit the bottom of the shaft with the dumbwaiter
compartment.
Then they pulled it back up.
The the youngest one screamed.
I didn't flinch.
They're 4 and 7.
They're always screaming.
But then her sister started in.
My wife and I ran upstairs and the girls were backed up against the far side of the wall
wailing and crying.
I tried to ask them what was wrong but they were inconsolable.
The older one pointed at the closet.
I went inside and looked.
Inside the dumbwaiter compartment was their pet hamster, only really, really messed up.
Its eyes were expelled from its sockets and all its guts were pushed out its backside
in gristly tangles of rodent offal.
My wife tried to comfort the girls and they'd finally stopped screaming.
They kept saying they never put the hamster in the elevator (that's what they called
it) and he never left his cage.
We didn't bother to chastise them for lying at that point - they were obviously too upset.
My mind was elsewhere, though.
I was trying to figure out what the hell happened to that hamster.
It was inside the compartment, so it couldn't have gotten crushed underneath when it was
dropped.
It almost looked like the poor thing got put in a vice and squeezed to death.
We let the kids sleep with us that night.
My thoughts kept going to that hamster.
There had to be a reason for it.
I tiptoed over the kids' sleeping bags and went in their room.
I quietly worked the dumbwaiter up and down.
On the third trip down, I felt the rope shudder when I accidentally struck the bottom.
I hoped I didn't wake anyone up.
I carefully pulled it back up.
I thought it had gotten caught on something; it was heavier than it should have been.
I gradually got it back to the top without making any more noise and locked the braking
handle and opened the door.
The empty eye sockets of my youngest daughter gaped at me as she tumbled out of the dumbwaiter,
her entrails sliding out after her.
5.
It began like most any change, with a near-death experience.
A motorcycle accident, actually, but please refrain from repeating everything I've already
heard before.
Trust me, I won't be getting on one ever again - I've paid dearly enough for that lesson.
I first mistook them for hummingbirds, the flittering little beasties, but it didn't
take long for me to get a closer look.
When you live on the edge of a city, you're not too accustomed to seeing hummingbirds
flying around nearly everywhere you look.
Much less in packs.
I was house-bound for several months during my recovery, which gave me more than enough
time to examine them.
What interested me most is how they always seemed to be searching for something - something
they never seemed to be able to find.
Fun fact though, bird feeders don't draw them any closer - but blood sure does.
I found out the hard way, basically ignoring my instructions and letting my dumbass think
I knew better than my doctors.
Walking didn't work well for me, and I wound up cutting my hand on a brick wall on my way
down.
Almost immediately, one of the pixies on the fringe of a smaller pack snapped its crooked
little neck and gunned for the wall.
I almost thought it would hurt itself like a bird flying into a window, but it landed
perfectly, sniffing and touching the tiny bit of blood with the utmost focus.
It danced around it for a few moments before eagerly licking it up with a barbed black
tongue, briefly looking around as though to make sure none of the others noticed.
The creature sniffed the air again and eventually focused its head towards me with a ravenous
hunger.
It was then I finally noticed the eyes - smoking coals, with white-hot pupils that burned with
a sort of ancient rage.
Wounded or not, I instantly smacked the fuck out of the thing.
Purely reactionary - like my primal subconscious acted before I knew what was happening.
My doctor said hitting my arm against a wall is going to add a few weeks to my recovery,
but I'm pretty okay with that.
Because a few of the winged little monsters have been looking at me curiously lately.
I'm starting to worry it has to do with the transfusions I needed after the accident.
And I'm not so sure they're pixies after all.
4.
Construction on my brand new condo finished this summer.
Not wasting a second, I broke lease on my musky apartment, and moved in as soon as possible.
I rather enjoyed knowing I was the first resident living here: there was no wear and tear, no
smoke stains on the walls, and no damage to the structure.
The only issue was a light clattering sound whenever I used the commercial sink in my
laundry room.
I rarely used it, so I didn't bring up the problem to the contractors.
Everything else worked perfectly, and my home was as sterile as an operating table.
After a few months, I began noticing water pooling at the foot of my shower.
The drain must have been clogged.
I took to my tools, unscrewed the shower drain, and peered inside.
I could see a collection of fibers bunched up in the pipes.
Reaching in with an unfolded coat hanger, I pulled out mountains of dirty blond hair
clogging the pipes.
I live alone, I don't have any pets, I haven't entertained a lady in over a year, and I've
been bald since I was 27.
The odd phenomena got me thinking about the sink in the laundry room.
I detached the aerator, placed my hand under the faucet, and turned on the water.
Dozens of molars came flying out, slipping through my fingers and into the sink, bouncing
up and down until ultimately falling down the drain.
On a completely unrelated note: I have a beautiful, fully furnished, barely-used condo for sale.
Located in downtown Detroit.
Anyone interested?
3.
On the first day, we thought it was a technical malfunction.
I mean signals from outer space?
It sounded like bad science fiction.
On the second day, we got together experts to decrypt the signals.
On the third day, we figured out what the signal was.
It was an information stream about an alien race.
Like an intergalactic business card, or a warning.
On the fourth day, we learned about about their society.
They were a military theocracy that based their economy on the conquest of foreign planets
and worlds.
They were called the Corpus Rapientem.
They prefered capturing native populations to killing them, so they could use them in
their religious rituals.
On the fifth day, we found out exactly what happens in those rituals.
On the sixth day we learned about their biology.
Thin stick like bodies, with long slimy appendages for mouths, and deep, dark holes for eyes.
On the seventh day, we found out they were dying.
On the eighth day, we found out what was killing them.
A strange race that the Rapientem thought they had conquered turned out to be shapeshifters.
They killed and replaced the upper echelons of their society.
The Rapientem tried to fight back, but eventually they joined their serfs in enslavement.
On the ninth day, we found out that this mysterious alien race also kept slaves.
On the tenth day, we found out what they did to them.
On the eleventh day, we found out how this race traveled.
By hitching rides on meteoroids and crashing into target planets.
Yesterday, we received the final transmission from the Rapientem.
It was a guide on how to recognize the shapeshifting species even when they were disguised.
Today, we found out that it was too late.
2.
This morning, I took a walk in the meadow and came across a fallen oak.
You probably already know that you can tell a tree's age by counting the rings that
make up its trunk, but did you know you could find out much more from them?
Those rings are like the pages of a history book; they tell stories about global climate
and past hardships.
I approached the oak, knelt down, counted, and scrutinized its rings one by one.
For the first 32 years of its life, the tree had grown at a nice, healthy pace.
However, the 33rd ring was darker and thinner.
There must have been a decline in temperature and sunlight that year.
An ash cloud blotting out the sun, maybe?
Hard to tell.
The following rings were narrower and even darker, indicating colder years with even
less sunlight.
That was strange.
Then, there was the last ring, the 37th ring, protected only by a blackened and crumpling
bark.
It had an odd hue I'd never seen before: a putrid mix of mustard yellow and sickly
green.
I grabbed a piece of wood and prodded the ring lightly.
My stick poked a hole into the tree and disintegrated, as though eaten up by acid.
Out of the hole I'd made in the trunk, a drop of miscolored sap-like ooze drizzled
down over the blades of grass at my feet.
Before my very eyes, they shrivelled, fell over like dominoes, and turned to a greenish-yellow
paste that caused the same decay in all the grass it touched.
A chain reaction ensued, spreading quickly.
I stepped back slowly at first, but then faster as I saw more and more of the vegetation being
reduced to mush.
I could only imagine what would happen to me if I touched the substance.
As I reached the edge of the meadow, I turned around to see how far it had spread.
However, instead of a field of death, I saw nothing but healthy grass and the oak sapling
I'd planted yesterday.
The rings of a tree are like the pages of a history book, and I got an early edition.
37 years.
We've got 37 years left before it happens.
1.
The flag flew at half-mast, clinging to a rusted pole atop a crumbling building coated
in roots and vines.
When the invaders came, we were given a choice: fight, or surrender.
We proudly chose to fight with all our might.
First came the drones, raining death from the above.
Even on the sunniest of days, the clear blue sky instilled fear in the hearts of all who
dared to leave their shelter.
Next were the soldiers.
Their rallying cries echoed in the distance.
The front line drew closer and closer to our homes, until they waged wars and held siege
right outside our doors.
Still, we did not surrender.
Then came the biological weapons.
Yellow haze blinded brave men and women fighting for their nation.
Clouds of emerald melted their skin and infected their minds.
They lived on, in agony, until the morning of the red fog.
Their blood boiled and evaporated, covering the landscape in a crimson steam.
The worst was the sabotage.
We decided that, if we couldn't have our land, no one would.
We poisoned the crops, killed the animals, and polluted the waters until there was nothing
left, not even for our own survival.
Our children were the first to die.
Unaware of the danger, some ate tainted food supplies, others died of starvation, and some
simply melted into our rivers of acid.
The bodies we could find were buried in unmarked graves or thrown in overflowing ditches along
unpaved roads.
Finally came the mushroom clouds, the last nail in humanity's coffin.
They rendered the world inhospitable for the few remaining survivors.
Before long, all that was left was a wasteland of bones and morphed shadows clinging to broken
walls.
Turned white by acid rain, bleached by the sun, and worn by time, the flag continued
to sway gently in the breeze.
In the end, it was not a nation or its people that surrendered: it was humanity itself.
And so, the white flag flew at half-mast for a species too proud
to survive.
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The Pros Go-To Baits When NOTHING Else Works | Bass Fishing - Duration: 7:09.
Glenn: Hey, folks.
Glenn May here with BassResource.com, and today I'm asking the elite pros questions
that you submitted on our forums.
Let's see what they have to say.
Next question is from George Greebe from Davie, Florida.
He says, "When fishing gets really tough in a tournament, and you have tried almost everything
in your arsenal, what's the one confidence bait you turn to?"
Kevin VanDam: Well, there's never just one bait.
You know, for me, I wanna look at the conditions that I have.
You know, the water clarity, the time of the year, the habitat type, the depth, and I'm
trying to pick lures that are the most efficient for that set of conditions that I have on
a given day.
So, to say I have one go-to bait when everything else has failed is not really the case.
I'm gonna use what I think is the most efficient to cover the water that's in front of me,
based on the conditions that I have.
Glenn: Now, how do you get that confidence?
Kevin: Really it comes through experience.
You know, we all have our own confidence bait.
So, like, for me, in clear water when things get real tough like that, I know if I got
to be able to cover water and be efficient, a jerk bait's a go to bait.
Well, this...next guy over here Casey Ashley it may be a jig, or a shaky head or something
like that.
There's no one answer for every situation.
You know, there's always multiple ways to catch the bass, but you have to have confidence
in what you're doing.
So, you know, that comes through experience.
Glenn: What's the one confidence bait you turn to?
Brand Palaniuk: I would say one bait that I feel like I can always get bit on is gonna
be a drop shot.
No matter where we're at in the country, almost every single water condition other than maybe
a just super dirty muddy nasty situation where those fish can't see anything, I would say
90% of the time a drop shot is gonna be my go-to.
The reason being I can apply a lot of different weights for different situations and depths.
I can also change the bait, whether it's a seven-inch Zoom Trick worm, a Swamp Crawler
that's a little smaller, all the way down to a Zoom Z-Drop.
I can apply those across different situations and different conditions to be able to get
bit as well as color.
So, you can take a drop shot and do a lot of different things with it to be able to
apply it to where you're efficient.
Glenn: What is the one confidence bait you turn to?
Gerald Swindle: 3/8 ounce ballhead jig made by Buckeye.
It's just a ball headed jig with a 4/0 Gamakatsu hook in there.
I usually throw brown and green.
Ninety-nine percent of the time it's just a base color and then I use the Zoom green
pumpkin twin tail or Z-Crawl trailer.
That's my confidence bait, so when I get backed against the wall and I'm gonna struggle, I'm
gonna struggle with what I feel the most confident in that I can make something happen.
Glenn: Now, what makes that bait so versatile?
Gerald: It's just something I've throwed forever.
You know, I can throw it and reel it, I can burn it down a retaining wall, I can skip
it under a dock, I can cast it 25-foot-deep in a brush pile, but when I've got that in
my hand I feel like I can do everything, still be productive, and if there's a fish there
I believe I can catch him.
Glenn: And that's the real key actually.
When the fishing's really tough, you have to have confidence in what you're fishing
in.
Geral: You have to have the ultimate confidence in what you're fishing.
You can't ever second-guess or doubt what you're doing.
So, to me, fall back on whatever that bait is.
Fall back on your confidence and then ride with it.
Glenn: What's the one confidence bait you turn to?
Justin Lucas: It's gonna be a six-inch...six and a quarter inch Berkely Havoc Bottom Hopper
on a shaky head, drop shot, or whacky rig.
One of those three.
I mean, when I'm struggling I'm pulling out the spinning rod.
It happened at the Potomac River last year.
I pulled it out and ended up winning that tournament.
So, you know, it's one of those things that as we start to get more people involved in
the sport and there's more pressure on these lakes than ever before, I think a spinning
rod is becoming a bigger factor and I tend to pull it out a little bit quicker than everybody
else.
Glenn: What would you say to folks that are like, "Ahh, I hate spinning gear.
I'm never gonna throw that."
Justin: You're missing out.
And I don't care.
If you don't wanna throw a spinning rod, don't throw it.
Because it just helps me.
So, that's what I tell them.
People that refuse to throw one, that's fine.
I mean, not gonna hurt my feelings.
Glenn: But your confidence bait is on a spinning rod
Justin: If the world ended tomorrow I would grab a spinning rod, a bunch of worms, and
I head for the hills.
Like, I know I could go catch fish on that and survive.
So, that's my number one right there.
Glenn: Perfect.
Great answer.
Glenn: What's that one confidence bait you turn to?
Jason Christie: If I'm fishing shallow, not only confidence bait, but confidence technique,
if I can pick up a flipping stick, I feel like that I've already...
If I'm struggling I'm probably gonna pick up a flipping stick if there's something that
I can flip.
For one, I think you're getting that reaction bite.
That fish is not gonna choose whether he bites or not.
If he's there, he's probably gonna bite, and as far as a bait, we have a new bait that
came out, I think, three years ago and I designed it.
It's called a Christie Critter.
I guarantee you, you can open that rod locker right there and not only will I tell you that
there's at least two rigged up.
I bet you they're lying on the top where they get accessed first.
So, that's absolutely my confidence bait.
Glenn: Even with cold fronts, and, let's say, the water temp has dropped 10-15 degrees that's
what you pull out?
Jason: Yup.
I mean, you know, we're talking about the big picture not a specific.
Obviously, if the water temperature dropped to 40 degrees, I'm probably not gonna pick
up a Christie Critter, but day in and day out, you know, normal spring and summer events,
I'm gonna pick up something that I know if that fish sees it he's gonna eat it.
Glenn: And confidence is the key to all of this.
Jason: Confidence is the key not only to this, this sport, all sports.
I mean confidence is...I mean...the boys that walk up and ask the girls if they wanna go
to a date got to have confidence.
And I didn't have a lot of that because I wasn't the prettiest guy on the street.
Chris Zaldain: I'm a west coast guy.
George.
Drop shot or a little wacky rig.
I mean, I don't care if the water's dirty like here in Conroe or you can see down 15
feet.
If I'm struggling out there, I'm not afraid to break out the six-pound test line, a little
six foot ten mega bass spinning rod, and a 2500 series spinning reel, and fishing like
a weightless wacky rig.
Sometimes even a four-inch worm, but most of the time it's a five or six-inch weightless
worm just pitched to the most obvious piece of cover.
Yeah, a guy may have went down that stretch or that dock with a spinnerbait or crankbait,
but I feel like I can go in behind guys with a little wacky rig or little drop shot rig
and just sit there, and shake that worm, and talk that fish into biting.
Glenn: Great technique.
Great follow up technique too.
Chris: Yeah.
Absolutely.
Glenn: And there you have it.
Great questions from the pros answering your questions that were submitted on the forums
on BassResource.com.
For more videos like this, check out our YouTube channel or visit BassResource.com.
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How do you feel Frankie?
I'm soooo excited
I have a good feeling
Really good
Rest
Huh? What?
Relaxed
We love Arirang TV!
Ah~~! "I Can See Your Voice"!!??
Yes, you're right! We were in that show
We just finished the rehearsal
A bit tired
But so much fun
We have 2 hours till the show
I'm sleepy
I want to sleep
Good night
It's not show time yet We have 2 hours
I'm hot
so hot
very hot
Is it better?
A little
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X-T2: Cinematographer Richard Blanshard tests 4K movie recording / FUJIFILM - Duration: 3:35.
The award winning cinematographer, Richard Blanshard, started his photographic career
shooting stills, before long, working on the set of feature films and in television shooting
publicity images and behind-the-scenes films. Today he works primarily as a film director
and director of photography, mainly in documentaries and through all this time has encountered Fuji
for a variety of professional reasons. I always loved the look of Fuji film and I
used to use it a lot. Many cameras today enable us to be both a photographer, and a film maker.
On my productions I'm asked to use many types of digital video cameras. Fuji optics have
helped me to create some great moments. Essentially we're all story tellers and sometimes we need
different tools to tell those stories. When I heard about the X-T2 camera and its 4K ability,
I wanted to see if it would work in my world. So I asked Fuji if I could borrow an X-T2
and Fuji said yes as long as I would give them my honest opinion about the camera; what
I liked and what I didn't like and what they could improve. People often ask "why shoot 4K?".
Well apart from the quality it also enables you to make more choices in your post to re-frame,
punch in, with no loss of quality. This is a perfect situation. Totally controlled. I
like this with continuous lighting and the camera is on a movie tripod. I'm looking for
flesh tones and how the camera will deal with this. Digital cameras can be unforgiving,
especially on women. This could easily be my second camera on a lit interview.
OK. Time to go shoot from the hip. Discreet filming with a basic camera totally hand held
with a standard camera look. I often need to work low-profile and taking a large video
camera into this situation wouldn't be an option. The camera's really holding up well
here to a lot of mixed light and even with no additional stabilisation, this is really
usable. The size of this camera enables me to react quickly and capture a moment if i
see something. On a full sized digital video camera, unless the camera is running, it has to be
booted up and this can take up to 30 seconds. With the X-T2 it's a couple of seconds and
you're shooting. Strong backlight or shooting against sky tells me a lot about the camera's
ability to hold onto information. Often digital cameras try to add details in this kind of
shots and we get a fringing effect but these are really clean and natural.
Here I want to simulate what could be part of an opening title sequence for a film, totally
handheld and on a longer lens. I'm really pleased with what I shot. Once again, it doesn't
feel like video. It has a film-like quality. I showed this footage to some fellow DOPs and
they said it looked like the Fuji motion picture film they remembered.
Shooting in low light and candlelight and night shooting is always a great test for
both cameras and lenses. I lit this book purely with a single candle. There's no fringing
and no noise. I have to say the X-T2 is a powerful and impressive
tool and the material it produces holds up really well. This is how the camera deals
with London at night and you get what you see. The way that digital cameras handle nature's
colours is always important to me so here is a typical scene. Often the colour green
can become electronic looking. There are many textures here and a lot of information for
a lens to capture. Yes I did go back to Fujifilm with some thoughts
and suggestions of how the camera could be better. What I really liked was that they
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Activating the Viator Integration | Checkfront's 2 Minute Check-Ups - Duration: 2:38.
Hi there, I'm Kaela from Checkfront's Support Team.
Today, I'll be showing you how you can integrate your Viator account with your
Checkfront account. To get started, go to Manage ->
Add-ons, then scroll down until you see
Viator. Then, select Setup.
Here, you'll be requested to add information from your Viator account
as well as select settings for the integration.
First, we'll need to enter the Supplier Name. That's the business name
within your Viator account. The Supplier Contact Name
is the person at your company that Viator can contact if they have any questions
during or after the configuration. The Location Name
is the city or location that your activity will be taking place
in. The Location UN/LOCODE
is the three letter location code for your city.
The Max Hold Time is the length of time that Viator will
reserve the inventory while the customer is in the progress
of creating a booking. Then, choose the
Status that New Bookings created in Viator will be
set to within Checkfront. Here, you'll need to
select the field that the Viator Merchant Details
and Viator Customer Details will be mapped to. You can select
any of your booking form fields or select to set it as a Booking Note.
We recommend to create a new booking form field
specifically for Viator Merchant Details and Viator Customer
Details. This way, you can make it appear only on the
staff invoice, and not on the customer invoice. For now, though,
I'm just going to select Note.
At the bottom, you'll map your Viator parameters to
your Checkfront parameters.
Once you've finished mapping your parameters,
select Activate. Then, select
Setup again, and scroll down to select
the Send Activation Email to Viator button.
I hope that you've found this video helpful, if you have any other questions,
feel free to email us at support@checkfront.com
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