My Laser Niche

In 1991 I was given an opportunity that I could not let pass and that was to be part of the 1992 Expo 92 lake show team. I was in the right place at the right time and with no experience, but loads of enthusiasm I took on the challenge of trying to learn as much as I could about lasers in 6 months as I possible could. This was in October 1992 and the Expo was due to start in Seville in April of 1992 and I knew nothing about lasers. And so I worked as hard as I could for the next few months. I made lots of mistakes but with a forgiving boss and a team of people behind me I got to a point where I was sufficiently skilled to look as if i knew what I was doing.

The Ghost Stalkers - Part Two To The Hermit s Ghostly Dilemma

I stayed there that night, in Josh O'Hara's hut, in the Minnesota wild (Hibbing), thinking perhaps I could come to some conclusion what took place, and I felt as the uncanny night went on, death stalked it, I mean the ghosts that he so readily feared stalked it, so, he had a good reason to fear, I was not believing in his story at first, I am no detective, nor need I be, but they were out there, in the darkness breeding as I was breathing, and pacing within his timber hut, such insights, come too late too often. And then I heard footsteps, especially with the light footsteps outside, my ears trained to hear such things from war, I could hear the grass being bent, as if trampled through, reminding me they were there, they the stalking ghosts, and maybe they were even dragging Josh's residue spirit through it, for I heard his voice in agony, him being dead meant nothing at this moment to me, I was shivering in the over heated hut, my veins like ice, step by step, I heard the stalkers laughing, like spies, trapping a mouse, that is how I felt, I being the mouse, they heard my breathing it seemed, I walked to the right side of the hut, the footsteps outside the hut walked around the hut to my side, a vicious network of intrigue for them, for me a desperate, and dangerous game I wanted to get out of.

The Actors Fund is Here to Help Struggling Actors

The Actors Fund is a non profit, national, human services organization that was set up to provide help to individuals in the performing arts and entertainment industry. There are times when those in this industry may fall on hard times and need a helping hand to be able to make it through, though most of us normally do not think of individuals in that industry as being in that kind of a situation. We think of movie actors and those involved in acting as living far beyond the norm; however, this is not always the case. This organization works to provide essential needs during times of need.

AMOA - Laguna Gloria Art Museum

One of the most beautiful and popular art museums in the Austin Area is the Laguna Gloria Art Museum, which is an Italian style villa that was originally the home of Henry and Clara Driscoll Sevier, and is situated on the shores of Lake Austin in the west-central Austin area. The original home that later became the museum was built in 1916, and is listed in the National Register of Historic Places; the museum was the first home of the Austin Museum of Art and was named for the natural lagoon which was originally considered part of the Colorado River prior to the construction of Lake Austin.

The Black Zone Horror In Four Parts

Part One (to 'The Black Zone Horror') The Seatmate (September, 2007) Juan Carlos Perez left Huancayo, Peru, high up in the Andes, in the Mantaro Valley, after spending several days at a booth (stall) which his aunt had set up at the San Jeronimo festival of the Avelinos. The twenty-two year old boy caught a bus, with some forty-passengers, heading down the Andes, a seven hour night ride to Lima. He put his head phones on, found a window seat in the front of the bus, and fell to sleep. In La Oroya (about one third of the way to Lima, the bus' destination), a miner's town, Manuel Pablo Silva, had purchased a ticket to Lima, and became a passenger;

The Tic Tac Toe Man From Dubai Revised 8-2008

I once owned a hotel with a big lounge in it, I was kind of a stickling person, or stubborn about who came in my place back in those days, and things, little things annoyed me back then, trivial matters that is, a trying period of time in my life you could say. Having said that, one day a man come in that really got my goat, he was about six-foot three inches tall, perhaps 220-pounds, with a balled head, said he was from Dubay, wherever that is. As I stared at the man, now sitting in my lounge chair, legs spread out on the carpet, as if he owned the place, I noticed a drawing on his head, right in the middle of it, it covered the whole top of his head, everywhere, and there in the lounge, everyone, several folks, could see it, if indeed they were looking his way, and once they looked his way, they stared like me, and never look any other way but at him.

The Unmistakable Odor of Celebrity

We all want to be one, don't we? To hold the attention of millions, to receive crazed fan mail, to be stalked by paparazzi and make the front pages of tabloids. We all want that, don't we? I remember (well, to be honest, I can only imagine, as I've been born long after) the good old days when celebrity gossip was just that, gossip, something that ran around in some circles, and definitely didn't make the pages of countless magazines. Days when celebrities could go out in public without manic paparazzi desperate for a single shot hounding them. Days when a celebrity was more than some mindless, irresponsible, spoiled brat.

The Man on the Locks An Account at the Panama Canal

This story you are about to read has more truth to its twists, than you may want to believe, and let me add to that, the main character, George W.G., would have said: there was a time that every American could be proud of the construction of the Panama Canal, if for anything beyond that, since America has given that away, such pride must ferment in the knowledge and information, by which the original object and purpose was attained. This story, "The Man on the Locks, " is rather simple and to the point. But first for those folks that are not all that familiar with the Panama Canal, I must give you a quick overview, and quick it will be.

The End of Bronze Age Comics

When is the end of the Bronze Age? It was actually a debated question. In fact, some do not believe it ended at all. Like the beginning, the exact date is fuzzy, and not a single comic book may be said ti have exited the Bronze Age at exactly the same date. One commonly used ending point for the Bronze Age is in 1985-1986 time frame. Like the Silver Age, the ending of the Bronze Age relates to a number of trends and events that is happening around the same time. At that point, DC comics completed its special event, Osiris on Infinite Earths, which marked the revitalization of the company's product line to become a serious market challenger to Marvel again.

Hidden Treasures Found on the Shelves of Book Stores

Books are fascinating treasures themselves for individuals and can normally be purchased for less than five dollars, but there are those that sell for a lot more. Many books set on the shelves of book stores for long periods of time without being sold and the owners place them on the bargain shelves of there stores. Many of these books were purchased from others readers and had already spent their lives on the shelves book shelves with other books. Some of the books that these readers have sold to book stores are valuable, but the majority are not. Some of these books that may be considered valuable are books that are no longer being printed and used book stores have plenty of these rare books that they themselves are unaware of.