Monthly Archives: October 2011

Metal

Agent Provocateur Soiree 2011 from Agent Provocateur on Vimeo.

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I shoot they sky

Some pictures of the sky that I’ve enjoyed capturing. Click the image to view the album of other sky shots.

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Many options, live forever with one.

Wall of Lego heads, built from the offspring’s collection.

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Luke Says….

I will beat you with my own severed wrist!

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Thomas Train Teaches Kids to be Transparent

Thomas keeps it real, and shares a life lesson in the shape book.

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Thunder Tumbler Gets Disassembled

Here are the tear down photos of a new Thunder Tumbler RC car.  The tumbler’s electrics are being graciously donated to another project that is to be remotely controlled.  Disassembly is a straight forward affair, only requiring screws to be removed, and the motor wires to be clipped.  Enjoy: Thunder Tumbler Album

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Routine in HD

Tell him, The liberator who destroyed my property has realigned my perceptions.    

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  • Almost Random Quote

    Tom said to himself that it was not such a hollow world, after all. He had discovered a great law of human action, without knowing it – namely, that in order to make a man or a boy covet a thing, it is only necessary to make the thing difficult to attain. If he had been a great and wise philosopher, like the writer of this book, he would now have comprehended that Work consists of whatever a body is obliged to do, and that Play consists of whatever a body is not obliged to do. And this would help him to understand why constructing artificial flowers or performing on a tread-mill is work, while rolling ten-pins or climbing Mont Blanc is only amusement. There are wealthy gentlemen in England who drive four-horse passenger-coaches twenty or thirty miles on a daily line, in the summer, because the privilege costs them considerable money; but if they were offered wages for the service, that would turn it into work and then they would resign. — Mark Twain, Tom Sawyer, 1876