Butchering the Human Carcass for Human Consumption by Bob Arson This is a step-by-step guide on how to break down the human body from the full figure into serviceable choice cuts of meat. As in any field, there are a number of methods to the practice, and you may wish to view this as a set of suggestions rather than concrete rules. You will notice that the carving of the larger or "commercial" cuts down into smaller specific or "retail" cuts will be only mentioned in passing, and not concentrated upon. Also, the use of human fat and viscera is generally avoided, and left only to the most experimental chef. These choices, along with recipes and serving suggestions, are nearly infinite in variety, and we leave them to you. We've found these guidelines to be simple and functional, but recognize that there is always room for improvement and we welcome your suggestions. Before getting to the main task, it must be mentioned that the complete rendering of the human carcass requires a fairly large amount of time, effort, and space. If the consumer does not wish to go through the ordeal of processing and storing the bulk of the entire animal, an easy alternative is as follows. Simply saw through one or both legs at the points directly below the groin and a few inches above the knee. Once skinned, these portions may then be cut into round steaks of the carver's preferred thickness, cut into fillets, deboned for a roast, etc. Meat for several meals is thus readily obtained without the need for gutting and the complexities of preparing the entire form.
The human being (also referred to throughout culinary history as "long pig" and "hairless goat" in the case of younger specimens) is not generally thought of as a staple food source. Observing the anatomy and skeleton, one can see that the animal is neither built nor bred for its meat, and as such will not provide nearly as much flesh as a pig or cow (for example, an average 1000 pound steer breaks down to provide 432 pounds of saleable beef). The large central pelvis and broad shoulder blades also interfere with achieving perfect cuts. There are advantages to this however, especially due to the fact that the typical specimen will weigh between 100-200 pounds, easily manipulated by one person with sufficient leverage.
Here the caution in choosing your meal must be mentioned. It is VERY IMPORTANT to remember that animals raised for slaughter are kept in tightly controlled environments with their health and diet carefully maintained. Humans are not. Thus not only is the meat of each person of varying quality, but people are also subject to an enormous range of diseases, infections, chemical imbalances, and poisonous bad habits, all typically increasing with age. Also as an animal ages, the meat loses its tenderness, becoming tough and stringy. No farm animal is ever allowed to age for thirty years. Six to thirteen months old is a more common slaughtering point. You will obviously want a youthful but mature physically fit human in apparently good health. A certain amount of fat is desirable as "marbling" to add a juicy, flavorful quality to the meat. We personally prefer firm caucasian females in their early twenties. These are "ripe". But tastes vary, and it is a very large herd.
The butcher will need a fairly roomy space in which to work (an interior location is suggested), and a large table for a butcher's block. A central overhead support will need to be chosen or installed ahead of time to hang the carcass from. Large tubs or barrels for blood and waste trimmings should be convenient, and a water source close by. Most of the work can be done with a few simple tools: sharp, clean short and long bladed knives, a cleaver or hatchet, and a hacksaw.
Body Preparation: Acquiring your subject is up to you. For best results and health, freshness is imperative. A living human in captivity is optimal, but not always available. When possible make sure the animal has no food for 48 hours, but plenty of water. This fasting helps flush the system, purging s
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I talked with Obi-Wan tonight, as the fires were dying and the celebration waned. My teacher spoke wisely, and my resolve was strengthened before it could be tested. Before Han left me in the darkness, lips lingering over mine, comforting me for the loss of something I never really had. Too many times I've rushed ahead without a thought for the consequences. Even when warned by those wiser and stronger, I thought I knew best. Headstrong, Master Yoda called me. Reckless. I'm done with all that now. It would be easy for me to set my destiny aside and give up on living the life of a Jedi. I saw myself on that other path tonight, when Han was next to me, his passion cutting through my soul, every thrust a plea for a different kind of future. I once dreamed of being at his side, free among the stars, chasing the temporary, discovering the moment. Reality led to the crisp edges of disaster, where cost outweighed romantic illusion, and dreams shattered into obligations. I've been fighting for this very moment to come, the moment when all of us would be free to make our choices. Leia will choose the one thing she was born to do - she will lead the new Republic which will rise from the tatters of this small rebellion. Han... I don't know what path he'll choose. Perhaps he would have stayed, if he'd been given a reason. Now I dread his departure. I half expect to find him gone when this night is over. I wonder what he'll say to Leia, what she'll feel, but I haven't the strength to think that far ahead. I strayed away from the joy, still too close to darkness to celebrate this day. I defeated my father, saved him, lost him, and the sharpness is no less severe because of the evil he embodied as Vader. When I stood by his pyre, watching his body consumed by the flames, I wondered who he'd been before he was this corpse, this thing to be sacrificed for the greater good. I rejoiced to see my friends alive... my sister... but I could not draw myself away from the inevitable. I called to Obi-Wan as Yoda taught me, and he was there, more in my mind than the shifting icy apparition he's been in the past. I resisted the urge to ask the same nagging question - *what are you now?* -- and focused on the issue of training, of talent, of what could be done now that there is no one to direct me in the ways of the Force. Ben was clear on many points, but he held firm to one thing in particular. I am chosen to lead the way for generations of new Jedi, to find and train them. If I abandon this task, others may be identified and turned to the Dark Side. I'm not sure I'm as ready as Obi-Wan seems to think I am. I'm crushed underneath the expectations of an entire galaxy. It's too much. I can't allow Han to pay the potential price of my selfish need. And I can't afford the distraction, and the consequences, love brings. The taint of my father's deeds is a painful legacy, and redemption must be a task I undertake alone. As a matter of course, Han came looking for me. I knew he would, knew he was coming for me before he exhaled the breath that brought him to his feet and down the bridge. I've always known what he feels for me, even when he wasn't fully conscious of it, even when he was trying to pawn those feelings off on Leia. I'm not the innocent I once was. That boy disappeared a piece at a time in the hangars of Hoth, the swamps of Dagobah, the thin air of Bespin, the flames of the pyre. "What's going on?" he asked me, that half-crooked grin lighting his face. "I've had some thinking to do," I answered him truthfully, feeling the warmth of that friendly grin in places it shouldn't be. "You're missing the party." Funny how sometimes with Han, what he doesn't say echoes louder in my mind than what he does./I missed you./ "Sorry, Han." I meant the apology, but I don't think he understood. "It's not over, you know." "I know, Luke, but at least forget it for tonight, wouldja? Come on back to the party with me." He extended an arm, ready to drape it around my shoulders, but dropped his hand to his hip when I didn't move. Exasperation cro
Firstly, introductions all round. My name is [removed to protect dolphinlovers], musician, pre-vet student and Delphinic Zoophile. People are often wondering just what the hell zoophilia is. Zoophilia is best described as a love of animals so intimate that the person (and the animal) involved have no objections to expressing their affection for each other in the sexual fashion. This is not to be confused with bestiality, where a person forcefully mates an animal, without their consent, and with no mutual feelings whatsoever. This is something that I would never do to a dolphin, since I love them dearly, and treat them with the same respect that an honest husband would have for his wife and children.
Dolphins are very intelligent, highly emotional and expressive creatures. They enjoy the company of humans, and if a relationship develops between a human and a dolphin, as has happened with me, they will, on occasion, wish to express their trust and affection for you in the most direct way; through mating, or sex-play. You see, dolphins do not use sex purely for procreative reasons. They use it as a way of strengthening the bonds between pod mates (mothers and calves included), and also for fun. Dolphins and humans share this common trait with very few other animals, so sometimes it makes me wonder when people continue to ask me "How DO you mate with a dolphin?". Easy. Let the dolphin tell you!
Well, here is a selection of questions people have asked me, so I hope this sheds some light on the subject...
Q1) How do I tell a male dolphin from a female one?
A1) Probably the most common question I get asked. There are 2 ways of determining the sex of a dolphin. The most obvious way is to take a peek under the peduncle (the long part of the body connected to the tail flukes). On the dolphin's belly, directly opposite the dorsal fin, will be the umbilicus, or the navel of the dolphin. Looking further down towards the tail, you start to see the differences.
Male dolphins have two separate slits for the penis (the urogenital opening) and the anus. These are separated by a bridge of skin. The male's urogenital opening is generally located further up the belly, towards the navel.
Females, on the other fin, have one continuous larger slit, the anus located at the end of it. On either side of the genital slit, you will find two smaller slits; these are the mammary slits, where the nipples of the dolphin are kept for feeding the calves. The slit is also located closer to the tail stock of the dolphin.
The other way to determine the sex of a dolphin, if you can't reach their belly, is to look at their mellon, or head. The males tend to have a fatter, rounder mellon, while the females are more sleek and streamlined.
Q2) How do I know if a dolphin wants to have sex?
A2) There are various ways a dolphin has of showing that she or he is interested in sex.
Males are probably the easiest to detect. They will swim around, sporting an erection (anywhere between 10 to 14 inches long for a Bottle-nose), and will have no bones about swimming up to you and placing their member within reach of your hand. If you are in the water, they may rub it along any part of your body, or wrap it around your wrist or ankle. (Dolphin males have a prehensile penis. They can wrap it around objects, and carry them as such.) Their belly will also be pinkish in colour, which also denotes sexual excitement.
Females can be a little harder. The most obvious way a female dolphin has of displaying her sexual interest is the pink-belly effect. Their genitals become very pink and swollen, making the genital region very prominent. They may be restless, or they may be acting as normal. If you are out of the water, they may swim up to you and roll belly up, exposing themselves to you, coupled with pelvic thrusts. If you are in the water, they may press their genitals up against yours, nibble your fingers, nuzzle your crotch, or do pelvic thrusts against you.
VERSE: Hey Buddy--- you say you're straight, well that's great But you oughtta try something new-- 'Cause you've got a spot in a place that's HOT And it likes to be tickled too! I've got a WADD to drop on your loading dock-- "Deliveries in the Rear" So, Buddy let's play, while the wife's away-- Let me get you another beer!!
CHORUS: Lemme' pop you in the pooper, Buddy Until I hear you SQUEAL If it hurts at first, that'll pass and then You'll see how GOOD it feels. We'll do it "doggie style", so get on your PAWS And turn around and kneel--- YEAHH!! POP YOU IN THE POOPER, BUDDY--- Let's see how GOOD it feels!
VERSE: If you're ready now, I'm gonna start to PLOW And FERTILIZE YOUR FIELD-- Boy your "farm" is rich--- take it ALL you BITCH Let's see what "crop" it yields. For a guy who's "straight"--- MAN, your butt feels great And don't worry, I'll never tell.... When we MEAT next time, maybe you'll try MINE, But for now, let's hear YOU yell!! Yaaaaa----HOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
CHORUS: Lemme' pop you in the pooper, Buddy Until I hear you SQUEAL If it hurts at first, that'll pass and then You'll see it's no big deal! Let's do it "doggie style", so GET ON YOUR PAWS And turn around and KNEEL-- YEAHH!! POP YOU IN THE POOPER, BUDDY--- Don't you see how GOOD that feels??!!
TAG: I POPPED YOU IN THE POOPER, BABY.... now you KNOW how GREAT that feels!!!
Kaek East Indian Thais, living in Thailand, refer to the Indians (who have been in Thailand for at least 200 years, I think) as Kaeks, which means "guest" in Thai. Take a hint, already, guys! The word may also be spelled "kak" or any other way you like, since Thais use a different "alphabet." However, "kaek" is pronounced to rhyme with "crack." Kaffer/ir Blacks Afrikaaner word for blacks, very derogatory. Made popular by Lethal Weapon 2. Kafir Non-Arabs Kafir is an Arabic word with meanings similar to Goy or Goyim of the Jews, only describing any non-Muslim person in a derogatory way. S. African Kaffir possibly imported during the Boer War by British soldiers who had fought in the Sudanese campaign. Kala Blacks Indian word for the color black. Used by Indians as a slur for black people. Katzenfresser Italians German slur meaning "cat eater". Khazar Jews The Khazar Empire converted en mass to Judaism, in 740 A.D. and allegedly (see Koestler's book, _The Thirteenth Tribe_) formed the bulk of the Ashkenazi Jews. Many conspiracy theorists and White Nationalists refer to Jews as Khazars. Search the web from more... Kike Jews Originates from the word 'keikl', in Yiddish, which means 'circle', the reason being that the first Jewish immigrants in America, who were unable to sign their names, signed with a circle instead of a cross. Kingfish Blacks From Amos & Andy. Usually in reference to a poor, older black man. Kiwi New Zealanders The native bird is the Kiwi. Not necessarily a slur to New Zealanders. Knees Grow Blacks Comes from Negro. Knuckle-Dragger Blacks Often believed that black people have longer arms than other races and therefore their knuckles would drag. Koku-jin Blacks Japanese term for Blacks or anyone of African descent. Kraut Germans Short for sauerkraut, a popular German food. Kukolokod Alaskans ? Kung-fu Chinese Chinese delivery person, mainly 'Is that Kung-Fu with my Lo Mein?" Kunta/Kunta Kinte Blacks From Kunta Kinte in the book/movie "Roots." Kurombo Blacks Used in Japan; considered very derogatory. Comes from "kuro" (=black color) and "bo" (casual suffix meaning young man). Landya Muslims Actually means 'cut cocks' because of the rite of circumcising followed by Muslims. Latrino Hispanics Combination of "Latino" and "Latrine." Lava Lamp Hawaiians Also works on Pacific Islanders or anyone in the volcanic circle. Lawn Jockey Blacks Most all Lawn Jockeys are Black, sometimes also known as Porch Monkey. Leb/Lebbo Lebanese Pretty Self-explanatory. Used a lot in Australia where there was a large arrival of Lebanese immigrants in the mid 80's. Lefty Arabs Thieves in the Arab countries get their hand chopped off. Lemonhead Asians Skin color. Leprechaun Irish From the well-known old Irish myth of the chubby green-clad gnome (what happens when you mix Catholicism with Paganism). Popularized in America by Lucky from the Lucky Charms cereal and St. Patrick's Day. Limey British The British sailors ate a lot of limes to prevent scurvy (18th and 19th centuries). Limey implies lime-eaters. Lincoln's Mistake Blacks US President Abraham Lincoln is known to have freed the slaves. Lobsterbacks British Redcoats in Revolutionary War. Lofan Whites Anglo-Americans. A Chinese word, not necessarily derogatory. Lowlander Dutch The Netherlands are below sea level. Lucius Blacks Commonly used on poor black people. During the period prior to the Civil War, many blacks were named after famous Romans (e.g. Lucius, Marcus, Scipio, etc.) Macaroni Italians The famous macaroni noodle originated in Italy. Makaronifresser Italians German. Fressen is impolite term for eating (people essen, but animals fressen). Maldito Bori Puerto Ricans Puerto Ricans come from Boriquen and call themselves Boriquas. Bori is short for that. Maldito is used so commonly before Bori by many other Hispanics because they steal, rob, kill, and smell. Maldito means "god-damned". Mandingo Blacks In reference to the 1975 blacksploitation movie with the same name. M
51st Stater Canadians Self-explanatory. Abba-Dabba Arabs Used in the movie "Betrayed" by rural American hate group. Abo Australian Aboriginal Derogative shortened term for Aboriginal. Adolf Germans Hitler, of course. Generally thought of the worst person ever. Ahab Whites From Moby-Dick. Ahab hunted the white whale. Ainu Japanese Aboriginal Originally, a word for the native Japanese islanders from Hokkaido, but now means roughly a "primitive" person. Usually look more European than their Japanese counterparts, i.e., more hairy and fair skinned. Albino Whites Albinos are white. Ame-koh Americans Term for Americans used by Japanese. AmeriKKKan Americans Reference to inherent racism in US society. Entered the language as a part 1960s counter-cultural slang. Ami Americans Used by Germans as derogatory reference of Americans. Shortened from Scheiss-Ami. Amo Amish Pronounced ah-mo. Angie Canadians English-speaking Canadians. Short for "Anglophone" and used in Quebec, especially for Anglophones in Quebec province itself. Antique Farm Equipment Blacks Slaves being used for labor. Apple Native Americans Used by Native Americans as derogatory for other Native Americans who are red on the outside but white on the inside. Apple (2) Blacks Has to do with "hanging from a tree". Apu Indians Hindu character from The Simpsons. Before that, one of the most famous films out of India was the "Apu Trilogy." Armo Armenian Short for Armenian. Aunt Jamima Blacks After the stereotypically Black trademark picture on "Aunt Jemima"-brand breakfast foods. BBK Blacks Big Black Cocks. Spelled with a K, as in the Korn song of the same title. Baboomba Blacks From the "booming" of their car stereos. Babuska Ukrainians Slavs The head garment worn by old Ukrainian women. Bagel-Dog Jews From Kosher "bagel dogs" - a Kosher sausage inside of a bagel. Bahadur Nepali Bahadur, means brave, has become a derogatory term for Nepali servants. They are also called Gaurkhs. Bamboo Coon Chinese Bamboo grows in China. Banana Asians An Asian-American who has lost their heritage. Yellow on the outside, white on the inside. Bans/Cans Hispanics MexiCANS, Puerto RiCANS, CuBANS. Beach-Nigger Whites Overly-tanned people/surfers. Bean Burrito Hispanics Common Hispanic food is bean burritos and the coloring of the beans is similar to the coloring of their skin. Beaner Hispanics Because they are known to have a lot of beans in their diet. Beanie Jews Referring to the yarmulke. Beaver-Beater French- Canadians Fur trade. Beef-Curtain Greeks Possibly originated from their smell. Berry Picker Hispanics Refers to Hispanics who would work berry fields in California, specifically illegal immigrants, as their employer didn't have to pay them as much. Bhindu Pakistanis Pakistani name. Bhrempti Indians Their pronunciation of the number 20. Big Nose Jews Refers to how Jews are said to have large noses. Bjork Icelanders She's the Icelander everyone knows. Black Barbie Blacks Refers to a black woman when she wears her hair and makeup to try and look like a white woman. Black Dagos Italians Believed that some Sicilians are part Black. Blackie Blacks Self-explanatory. Blackrobe White Missionaries Native American term. Blanco Whites 'Blanco' is Spanish for white or blank. Blanket-Ass Native Americans From when the US Government gave tribes blankets.. i guess to make up for killing so many of them. The blankets were also rumored to be infested with smallpox. Blaxican Mixed Races Black/Mexican mix. Pioneered by the Black/Mexican hip-hop group "Delinquent Habits". Blockhead Macedonians Shape of their heads; Australian. Blow Blacks Originated from blacks originally living in Africa and using blow guns. Blue-Gummer Blacks Refers to the blue tinge of the gums of some blacks/southern origin. Blue-eyed Devil Whites Whites primarily with blue eyes are said to be the most evil. Especially since their skin is so pale, it looks scary to others as thei
Firstly, introductions all round. My name is [removed to protect dolphinlovers], musician, pre-vet student and Delphinic Zoophile. People are often wondering just what the hell zoophilia is. Zoophilia is best described as a love of animals so intimate that the person (and the animal) involved have no objections to expressing their affection for each other in the sexual fashion. This is not to be confused with bestiality, where a person forcefully mates an animal, without their consent, and with no mutual feelings whatsoever. This is something that I would never do to a dolphin, since I love them dearly, and treat them with the same respect that an honest husband would have for his wife and children.
Dolphins are very intelligent, highly emotional and expressive creatures. They enjoy the company of humans, and if a relationship develops between a human and a dolphin, as has happened with me, they will, on occasion, wish to express their trust and affection for you in the most direct way; through mating, or sex-play. You see, dolphins do not use sex purely for procreative reasons. They use it as a way of strengthening the bonds between pod mates (mothers and calves included), and also for fun. Dolphins and humans share this common trait with very few other animals, so sometimes it makes me wonder when people continue to ask me "How DO you mate with a dolphin?". Easy. Let the dolphin tell you!
Well, here is a selection of questions people have asked me, so I hope this sheds some light on the subject...
Q1) How do I tell a male dolphin from a female one?
A1) Probably the most common question I get asked. There are 2 ways of determining the sex of a dolphin. The most obvious way is to take a peek under the peduncle (the long part of the body connected to the tail flukes). On the dolphin's belly, directly opposite the dorsal fin, will be the umbilicus, or the navel of the dolphin. Looking further down towards the tail, you start to see the differences.
Male dolphins have two separate slits for the penis (the urogenital opening) and the anus. These are separated by a bridge of skin. The male's urogenital opening is generally located further up the belly, towards the navel.
Females, on the other fin, have one continuous larger slit, the anus located at the end of it. On either side of the genital slit, you will find two smaller slits; these are the mammary slits, where the nipples of the dolphin are kept for feeding the calves. The slit is also located closer to the tail stock of the dolphin.
The other way to determine the sex of a dolphin, if you can't reach their belly, is to look at their mellon, or head. The males tend to have a fatter, rounder mellon, while the females are more sleek and streamlined.
Q2) How do I know if a dolphin wants to have sex?
A2) There are various ways a dolphin has of showing that she or he is interested in sex.
Males are probably the easiest to detect. They will swim around, sporting an erection (anywhere between 10 to 14 inches long for a Bottle-nose), and will have no bones about swimming up to you and placing their member within reach of your hand. If you are in the water, they may rub it along any part of your body, or wrap it around your wrist or ankle. (Dolphin males have a prehensile penis. They can wrap it around objects, and carry them as such.) Their belly will also be pinkish in colour, which also denotes sexual excitement.
Females can be a little harder. The most obvious way a female dolphin has of displaying her sexual interest is the pink-belly effect. Their genitals become very pink and swollen, making the genital region very prominent. They may be restless, or they may be acting as normal. If you are out of the water, they may swim up to you and roll belly up, exposing themselves to you, coupled with pelvic thrusts. If you are in the water, they may press their genitals up against yours, nibble your fingers, nuzzle your crotch, or do pelvic thrusts against you.
The information in this article applies to: Microsoft Windows XP Home Edition Microsoft Windows XP Professional Microsoft Windows XP 64-Bit Edition
This article was previously published under Q315224 SUMMARY This article describes how to remove the Linux LILO boot manager from the master boot record (MBR). MORE INFORMATION If Linux is installed on your computer, Linux allows a dual boot by loading a boot manager called LILO directly into the MBR. To remove LILO, follow the appropriate procedure. If Linux Is Still Installed At a command prompt, run the lilo command and use either the -u or the -U option. The device name must be the second parameter. The only difference between the two options is that -u checks the time stamp on the current MBR and on the backed-up MBR, and -U does not check the time stamp at all. If LILO is installed to the MBR of the master drive on the primary IDE controller, type lilo -u/dev/hda
where dev is the device directory, hd indicates an IDE hard disk, and the a option indicates the master on the primary IDE channel.
If you want to use the command on a SCSI drive, type lilo -u/dev/sda
where sd indicates a SCSI drive and a indicates the first drive in the SCSI chain.
If the drive has multiple partitions, indicate the partition from which you want to uninstall LILO by adding the number that corresponds to the partition number on the drive, starting the count at 1 (not 0). For example, to remove LILO from the first partition of the first SCSI drive, type: lilo -u/dev/sda1
Note that sda is not related to the SCSI ID number. If Linux Is Not Still Installed NOTE: The following procedure is not supported by Microsoft and is performed strictly at the discretion of the user. Microsoft assumes no liability for lost or corrupted data. This procedure should be performed only as a last resort.
IMPORTANT: Running fdisk/mbr removes the disk signature from the MBR. If the drive is a member of a Windows fault tolerance set, the drive is no longer recognized as a member of that set. Boot to MS-DOS, and then type the following: fdisk/mbr
Restart your computer. The third-party products that are discussed in this article are manufactured by companies that are independent of Microsoft. Microsoft makes no warranty, implied or otherwise, regarding the performance or reliability of these products.
The information in this article applies to: Microsoft Windows 2000 Server Microsoft Windows 2000 Advanced Server Microsoft Windows 2000 Professional Microsoft Windows 2000 Datacenter Server Microsoft Windows NT Server 4.0 Microsoft Windows NT Workstation 4.0
This article was previously published under Q247804 For a Microsoft Windows XP version of this article, see 314458.
SUMMARY This article describes how you can remove the Linux operating system from your computer, and install a Windows operating system. This article also assumes that Linux is already installed on the hard disk using Linux native and Linux swap partitions, which are incompatible with the Windows operating system, and that there is no free space left on the drive.
Windows and Linux can coexist on the same computer. For additional information, refer to your Linux documentation. MORE INFORMATION To install Windows on a system that has Linux installed when you want to remove Linux, you must manually delete the partitions used by the Linux operating system. The Windows-compatible partition can be created automatically during the installation of the Windows operating system.
IMPORTANT: Before you follow the steps in this article, verify that you have a bootable disk or bootable CD-ROM for the Linux operating system, because this process completely removes the Linux operating system installed on your computer. If you intend to restore the Linux operating system at a later date, verify that you also have a good backup of all the information stored on your computer. Also, you must have a full release version of the Windows operating system you want to install.
Linux file systems use a "superblock" at the beginning of a disk partition to identify the basic size, shape, and condition of the file system.
The Linux operating system is generally installed on partition type 83 (Linux native) or 82 (Linux swap). The Linux boot manager (LILO) can be configured to start from: The hard disk Master Boot Record (MBR). The root folder of the Linux partition. The Fdisk tool included with Linux can be used to delete the partitions. (There are other utilities that work just as well, such as Fdisk from MS-DOS 5.0 and later, or you can delete the partitions during the installation process.) To remove Linux from your computer and install Windows: Remove native, swap, and boot partitions used by Linux: Start your computer with the Linux setup floppy disk, type fdisk at the command prompt, and then press ENTER.
NOTE: For help using the Fdisk tool, type m at the command prompt, and then press ENTER. Type p at the command prompt, and then press ENTER to display partition information. The first item listed is hard disk 1, partition 1 information, and the second item listed is hard disk 1, partition 2 information. Type d at the command prompt, and then press ENTER. You are then prompted for the partition number you want to delete. Type 1, and then press ENTER to delete partition number 1. Repeat this step until all the partitions have been deleted. Type w, and then press ENTER to write this information to the partition table. Some error messages may be generated as information is written to the partition table, but they should not be significant at this point because the next step is to restart the computer and then install the new operating system. Type q at the command prompt, and then press ENTER to quit the Fdisk tool. Insert either a bootable floppy disk or a bootable CD-ROM for the Windows operating system on your computer, and then press CTRL+ALT+DELETE to restart your computer. Install Windows. Follow the installation instructions for the Windows operating system you want to install on your computer. The installation process assists you with creating the appropriate partitions on your computer. Examples of Linux Partition Tables Single SCSI drive Device Boot Start End Blocks Id System/dev/sda1 * 1 500 4016218 83 Linux nati
A frenchman walks into a bar, smiles at the barkeep and orders a glass of wine. The frenchman looks about and sees a camel sitting at the bar as well.
The frenchman asks the barkeep, "What is that dirty camel doing in here?"
The barkeep pulls a baseball bat out from behind the bar hits the camel in the head and the camel gives the barkeep oral pleasure.
The barkeep looks at the frenchman and says "Do you want a go?" to which the frenchman replies: "Oui, but zer is no need to hit me over ze head."
now for something you all have bee waiting for...starwars homo stories....i bet your geek nipples are getting hard just thinking about it...
The club was as crammed with beings as he remembered it, though it had been years since he'd been here with Chewie. One part of Han's mind clicked that it was likely the overcrowding was in violation of the New Alliance's fire code regulations. But that was just the official part, the part that Leia had encouraged and instructed so long ago. That part closed down immediately when he caught sight of Luke. Han leaned back in the shadows against the wall, arms folded across his chest.
And watched as he had always enjoyed watching. Noted the play of emotions across the beautiful, mobile features. Happiness was there tonight. Happiness that he had seen so often in the past, that he had deliberately erased with his dispassionate responses, with that terrible need he'd felt to protect himself from the one who laid claim to his soul.
The eyes were hidden from him, yet he knew how their crystal blue would follow the person Luke! was speaking to, would light up with warmth and laughter or fade and withdraw with hurt. A halo limned the burnished gold hair that had been one of the first things he'd noticed about the young Jedi. In the gloom of the Mos Eisley cantina, the feathery strands had captured to themselves all the light in the room, eclipsing everything else, sending Han deeper into the protective shield he'd built around himself.
Unconsciously, he rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, remembering the warm softness of it like silk between his fingers. Against his lips. Trailing across his belly. The need to touch was a driving, undeniable force. His breath clogged in his throat. He leaned back against the wall, closed his eyes and waited for the return of some semblance of control.
Imprinted on his eyelids was the after-image of the scene. Luke, of course, and with him a stranger, an eminently suitable stranger. Handsome, undoubtedly sophisticated and warm. And obviously more than a little smitten with his companion. The familiar pangs of jealousy slid through his veins.
If he hadn't been such a proud, stubborn fool, unable to confess his fear of the Darkness that possessed a part of his lover, it would be Han Solo who sat there, holding hands across the table, laughing into those too-understanding eyes.
Now he wanted to cross the room and claim his lover back. But if Luke wanted revenge, there could be nothing sweeter than the humiliation of a very public rejection. Perhaps it was better simply to stay here in the shadows, as he had done so often, and watch from a safe distance.
Faint heart never won fair Jedi. Hadn't he said that to the beautiful, elusive man many years back? He couldn't remember, but he did know that nothing in this galaxy, not even his nagging fears, were going to keep him out of Luke's arms.
As he watched, the band switched to a slow number, a wailing bluesy song that fitted his mood exactly. Fear dried his mouth as he waited to see if Luke danced with the man. But in response to the question, the golden head leaned across the table, then shook. Luke smiled at his companion, the sweetness in his soul radiating across his face. Jealousy ripped through Han again, sharp and urgent, and below it a deeper feeling, a sense that something was wrong.
With Luke?
Or with himself. Han paused, strove to recapture the elusive understanding. It vanished like sand slipping through his fingers and was gone.
He angled through the crowd, aware only of Luke. Tension built in him, knotting in his stomach. Surely the pounding of his heart was clear to everyone even above the moaning of the music. From the corner of his eyes, he could see avid interest written on many faces, whispers passed around the room of the impending confrontation between the Jedi Skywalker and the former General Solo.
Have a field day, people.
He approached from the rear and tapped Luke's shoulder. "May I?" he asked, and was pleasantly
I talked with Obi-Wan tonight, as the fires were dying and the celebration waned. My teacher spoke wisely, and my resolve was strengthened before it could be tested. Before Han left me in the darkness, lips lingering over mine, comforting me for the loss of something I never really had.
Too many times I've rushed ahead without a thought for the consequences. Even when warned by those wiser and stronger, I thought I knew best. Headstrong, Master Yoda called me. Reckless.
I'm done with all that now.
It would be easy for me to set my destiny aside and give up on living the life of a Jedi. I saw myself on that other path tonight, when Han was next to me, his passion cutting through my soul, every thrust a plea for a different kind of future. I once dreamed of being at his side, free among the stars, chasing the temporary, discovering the moment. Reality led to the crisp edges of disaster, where cost outweighed romantic illusion, and dreams shattered into obligations.
I've been fighting for this very moment to come, the moment when all of us would be free to make our choices. Leia will choose the one thing she was born to do - she will lead the new Republic which will rise from the tatters of this small rebellion. Han... I don't know what path he'll choose. Perhaps he would have stayed, if he'd been given a reason. Now I dread his departure. I half expect to find him gone when this night is over. I wonder what he'll say to Leia, what she'll feel, but I haven't the strength to think that far ahead.
I strayed away from the joy, still too close to darkness to celebrate this day. I defeated my father, saved him, lost him, and the sharpness is no less severe because of the evil he embodied as Vader. When I stood by his pyre, watching his body consumed by the flames, I wondered who he'd been before he was this corpse, this thing to be sacrificed for the greater good. I rejoiced to see my friends alive... my sister... but I could not draw myself away from the inevitable.
I called to Obi-Wan as Yoda taught me, and he was there, more in my mind than the shifting icy apparition he's been in the past. I resisted the urge to ask the same nagging question - *what are you now?* -- and focused on the issue of training, of talent, of what could be done now that there is no one to direct me in the ways of the Force. Ben was clear on many points, but he held firm to one thing in particular. I am chosen to lead the way for generations of new Jedi, to find and train them. If I abandon this task, others may be identified and turned to the Dark Side.
I'm not sure I'm as ready as Obi-Wan seems to think I am.
I'm crushed underneath the expectations of an entire galaxy. It's too much.
I can't allow Han to pay the potential price of my selfish need. And I can't afford the distraction, and the consequences, love brings. The taint of my father's deeds is a painful legacy, and redemption must be a task I undertake alone.
As a matter of course, Han came looking for me. I knew he would, knew he was coming for me before he exhaled the breath that brought him to his feet and down the bridge. I've always known what he feels for me, even when he wasn't fully conscious of it, even when he was trying to pawn those feelings off on Leia. I'm not the innocent I once was. That boy disappeared a piece at a time in the hangars of Hoth, the swamps of Dagobah, the thin air of Bespin, the flames of the pyre.
"What's going on?" he asked me, that half-crooked grin lighting his face.
"I've had some thinking to do," I answered him truthfully, feeling the warmth of that friendly grin in places it shouldn't be.
"You're missing the party." Funny how sometimes with Han, what he doesn't say echoes louder in my mind than what he does./I missed you./
"Sorry, Han." I meant the apology, but I don't think he understood. "It's not over, you know."
"I know, Luke, but at least forget it for tonight, wouldja? Come on back to the party with me." He extended an arm, ready to drape it around my shoulders, but dropped his hand to his hip when I didn't move. Exasperation cro
I talked with Obi-Wan tonight, as the fires were dying and the celebration waned. My teacher spoke wisely, and my resolve was strengthened before it could be tested. Before Han left me in the darkness, lips lingering over mine, comforting me for the loss of something I never really had.
Too many times I've rushed ahead without a thought for the consequences. Even when warned by those wiser and stronger, I thought I knew best. Headstrong, Master Yoda called me. Reckless.
I'm done with all that now.
It would be easy for me to set my destiny aside and give up on living the life of a Jedi. I saw myself on that other path tonight, when Han was next to me, his passion cutting through my soul, every thrust a plea for a different kind of future. I once dreamed of being at his side, free among the stars, chasing the temporary, discovering the moment. Reality led to the crisp edges of disaster, where cost outweighed romantic illusion, and dreams shattered into obligations.
I've been fighting for this very moment to come, the moment when all of us would be free to make our choices. Leia will choose the one thing she was born to do - she will lead the new Republic which will rise from the tatters of this small rebellion. Han... I don't know what path he'll choose. Perhaps he would have stayed, if he'd been given a reason. Now I dread his departure. I half expect to find him gone when this night is over. I wonder what he'll say to Leia, what she'll feel, but I haven't the strength to think that far ahead.
I strayed away from the joy, still too close to darkness to celebrate this day. I defeated my father, saved him, lost him, and the sharpness is no less severe because of the evil he embodied as Vader. When I stood by his pyre, watching his body consumed by the flames, I wondered who he'd been before he was this corpse, this thing to be sacrificed for the greater good. I rejoiced to see my friends alive... my sister... but I could not draw myself away from the inevitable.
I called to Obi-Wan as Yoda taught me, and he was there, more in my mind than the shifting icy apparition he's been in the past. I resisted the urge to ask the same nagging question - *what are you now?* -- and focused on the issue of training, of talent, of what could be done now that there is no one to direct me in the ways of the Force. Ben was clear on many points, but he held firm to one thing in particular. I am chosen to lead the way for generations of new Jedi, to find and train them. If I abandon this task, others may be identified and turned to the Dark Side.
I'm not sure I'm as ready as Obi-Wan seems to think I am.
I'm crushed underneath the expectations of an entire galaxy. It's too much.
I can't allow Han to pay the potential price of my selfish need. And I can't afford the distraction, and the consequences, love brings. The taint of my father's deeds is a painful legacy, and redemption must be a task I undertake alone.
As a matter of course, Han came looking for me. I knew he would, knew he was coming for me before he exhaled the breath that brought him to his feet and down the bridge. I've always known what he feels for me, even when he wasn't fully conscious of it, even when he was trying to pawn those feelings off on Leia. I'm not the innocent I once was. That boy disappeared a piece at a time in the hangars of Hoth, the swamps of Dagobah, the thin air of Bespin, the flames of the pyre.
"What's going on?" he asked me, that half-crooked grin lighting his face.
"I've had some thinking to do," I answered him truthfully, feeling the warmth of that friendly grin in places it shouldn't be.
"You're missing the party." Funny how sometimes with Han, what he doesn't say echoes louder in my mind than what he does./I missed you./
"Sorry, Han." I meant the apology, but I don't think he understood. "It's not over, you know."
"I know, Luke, but at least forget it for tonight, wouldja? Come on back to the party with me." He extended an arm, ready to drape it around my shoulders, but dropped his hand to his hip when I didn't move. Exasperation cro
I talked with Obi-Wan tonight, as the fires were dying and the celebration waned. My teacher spoke wisely, and my resolve was strengthened before it could be tested. Before Han left me in the darkness, lips lingering over mine, comforting me for the loss of something I never really had.
Too many times I've rushed ahead without a thought for the consequences. Even when warned by those wiser and stronger, I thought I knew best. Headstrong, Master Yoda called me. Reckless.
I'm done with all that now.
It would be easy for me to set my destiny aside and give up on living the life of a Jedi. I saw myself on that other path tonight, when Han was next to me, his passion cutting through my soul, every thrust a plea for a different kind of future. I once dreamed of being at his side, free among the stars, chasing the temporary, discovering the moment. Reality led to the crisp edges of disaster, where cost outweighed romantic illusion, and dreams shattered into obligations.
I've been fighting for this very moment to come, the moment when all of us would be free to make our choices. Leia will choose the one thing she was born to do - she will lead the new Republic which will rise from the tatters of this small rebellion. Han... I don't know what path he'll choose. Perhaps he would have stayed, if he'd been given a reason. Now I dread his departure. I half expect to find him gone when this night is over. I wonder what he'll say to Leia, what she'll feel, but I haven't the strength to think that far ahead.
I strayed away from the joy, still too close to darkness to celebrate this day. I defeated my father, saved him, lost him, and the sharpness is no less severe because of the evil he embodied as Vader. When I stood by his pyre, watching his body consumed by the flames, I wondered who he'd been before he was this corpse, this thing to be sacrificed for the greater good. I rejoiced to see my friends alive... my sister... but I could not draw myself away from the inevitable.
I called to Obi-Wan as Yoda taught me, and he was there, more in my mind than the shifting icy apparition he's been in the past. I resisted the urge to ask the same nagging question - *what are you now?* -- and focused on the issue of training, of talent, of what could be done now that there is no one to direct me in the ways of the Force. Ben was clear on many points, but he held firm to one thing in particular. I am chosen to lead the way for generations of new Jedi, to find and train them. If I abandon this task, others may be identified and turned to the Dark Side.
I'm not sure I'm as ready as Obi-Wan seems to think I am.
I'm crushed underneath the expectations of an entire galaxy. It's too much.
I can't allow Han to pay the potential price of my selfish need. And I can't afford the distraction, and the consequences, love brings. The taint of my father's deeds is a painful legacy, and redemption must be a task I undertake alone.
As a matter of course, Han came looking for me. I knew he would, knew he was coming for me before he exhaled the breath that brought him to his feet and down the bridge. I've always known what he feels for me, even when he wasn't fully conscious of it, even when he was trying to pawn those feelings off on Leia. I'm not the innocent I once was. That boy disappeared a piece at a time in the hangars of Hoth, the swamps of Dagobah, the thin air of Bespin, the flames of the pyre.
"What's going on?" he asked me, that half-crooked grin lighting his face.
"I've had some thinking to do," I answered him truthfully, feeling the warmth of that friendly grin in places it shouldn't be.
"You're missing the party." Funny how sometimes with Han, what he doesn't say echoes louder in my mind than what he does./I missed you./
"Sorry, Han." I meant the apology, but I don't think he understood. "It's not over, you know."
"I know, Luke, but at least forget it for tonight, wouldja? Come on back to the party with me." He extended an arm, ready to drape it around my shoulders, but dropped his hand to his hip when I didn't move. Exasperation cro
I talked with Obi-Wan tonight, as the fires were dying and the celebration waned. My teacher spoke wisely, and my resolve was strengthened before it could be tested. Before Han left me in the darkness, lips lingering over mine, comforting me for the loss of something I never really had.
Too many times I've rushed ahead without a thought for the consequences. Even when warned by those wiser and stronger, I thought I knew best. Headstrong, Master Yoda called me. Reckless.
I'm done with all that now.
It would be easy for me to set my destiny aside and give up on living the life of a Jedi. I saw myself on that other path tonight, when Han was next to me, his passion cutting through my soul, every thrust a plea for a different kind of future. I once dreamed of being at his side, free among the stars, chasing the temporary, discovering the moment. Reality led to the crisp edges of disaster, where cost outweighed romantic illusion, and dreams shattered into obligations.
I've been fighting for this very moment to come, the moment when all of us would be free to make our choices. Leia will choose the one thing she was born to do - she will lead the new Republic which will rise from the tatters of this small rebellion. Han... I don't know what path he'll choose. Perhaps he would have stayed, if he'd been given a reason. Now I dread his departure. I half expect to find him gone when this night is over. I wonder what he'll say to Leia, what she'll feel, but I haven't the strength to think that far ahead.
I strayed away from the joy, still too close to darkness to celebrate this day. I defeated my father, saved him, lost him, and the sharpness is no less severe because of the evil he embodied as Vader. When I stood by his pyre, watching his body consumed by the flames, I wondered who he'd been before he was this corpse, this thing to be sacrificed for the greater good. I rejoiced to see my friends alive... my sister... but I could not draw myself away from the inevitable.
I called to Obi-Wan as Yoda taught me, and he was there, more in my mind than the shifting icy apparition he's been in the past. I resisted the urge to ask the same nagging question - *what are you now?* -- and focused on the issue of training, of talent, of what could be done now that there is no one to direct me in the ways of the Force. Ben was clear on many points, but he held firm to one thing in particular. I am chosen to lead the way for generations of new Jedi, to find and train them. If I abandon this task, others may be identified and turned to the Dark Side.
I'm not sure I'm as ready as Obi-Wan seems to think I am.
I'm crushed underneath the expectations of an entire galaxy. It's too much.
I can't allow Han to pay the potential price of my selfish need. And I can't afford the distraction, and the consequences, love brings. The taint of my father's deeds is a painful legacy, and redemption must be a task I undertake alone.
As a matter of course, Han came looking for me. I knew he would, knew he was coming for me before he exhaled the breath that brought him to his feet and down the bridge. I've always known what he feels for me, even when he wasn't fully conscious of it, even when he was trying to pawn those feelings off on Leia. I'm not the innocent I once was. That boy disappeared a piece at a time in the hangars of Hoth, the swamps of Dagobah, the thin air of Bespin, the flames of the pyre.
"What's going on?" he asked me, that half-crooked grin lighting his face.
"I've had some thinking to do," I answered him truthfully, feeling the warmth of that friendly grin in places it shouldn't be.
"You're missing the party." Funny how sometimes with Han, what he doesn't say echoes louder in my mind than what he does./I missed you./
"Sorry, Han." I meant the apology, but I don't think he understood. "It's not over, you know."
"I know, Luke, but at least forget it for tonight, wouldja? Come on back to the party with me." He extended an arm, ready to drape it around my shoulders, but dropped his hand to his hip when I didn't move. Exasperation cro
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Butchering the Human Carcass for Human Consumption
by Bob Arson
This is a step-by-step guide on how to break down the human body from the full figure into serviceable choice cuts of meat. As in any field, there are a number of methods to the practice, and you may wish to view this as a set of suggestions rather than concrete rules. You will notice that the carving of the larger or "commercial" cuts down into smaller specific or "retail" cuts will be only mentioned in passing, and not concentrated upon. Also, the use of human fat and viscera is generally avoided, and left only to the most experimental chef. These choices, along with recipes and serving suggestions, are nearly infinite in variety, and we leave them to you. We've found these guidelines to be simple and functional, but recognize that there is always room for improvement and we welcome your suggestions.
Before getting to the main task, it must be mentioned that the complete rendering of the human carcass requires a fairly large amount of time, effort, and space. If the consumer does not wish to go through the ordeal of processing and storing the bulk of the entire animal, an easy alternative is as follows. Simply saw through one or both legs at the points directly below the groin and a few inches above the knee. Once skinned, these portions may then be cut into round steaks of the carver's preferred thickness, cut into fillets, deboned for a roast, etc. Meat for several meals is thus readily obtained without the need for gutting and the complexities of preparing the entire form.
The human being (also referred to throughout culinary history as "long pig" and "hairless goat" in the case of younger specimens) is not generally thought of as a staple food source. Observing the anatomy and skeleton, one can see that the animal is neither built nor bred for its meat, and as such will not provide nearly as much flesh as a pig or cow (for example, an average 1000 pound steer breaks down to provide 432 pounds of saleable beef). The large central pelvis and broad shoulder blades also interfere with achieving perfect cuts. There are advantages to this however, especially due to the fact that the typical specimen will weigh between 100-200 pounds, easily manipulated by one person with sufficient leverage.
Here the caution in choosing your meal must be mentioned. It is VERY IMPORTANT to remember that animals raised for slaughter are kept in tightly controlled environments with their health and diet carefully maintained. Humans are not. Thus not only is the meat of each person of varying quality, but people are also subject to an enormous range of diseases, infections, chemical imbalances, and poisonous bad habits, all typically increasing with age. Also as an animal ages, the meat loses its tenderness, becoming tough and stringy. No farm animal is ever allowed to age for thirty years. Six to thirteen months old is a more common slaughtering point. You will obviously want a youthful but mature physically fit human in apparently good health. A certain amount of fat is desirable as "marbling" to add a juicy, flavorful quality to the meat. We personally prefer firm caucasian females in their early twenties. These are "ripe". But tastes vary, and it is a very large herd.
The butcher will need a fairly roomy space in which to work (an interior location is suggested), and a large table for a butcher's block. A central overhead support will need to be chosen or installed ahead of time to hang the carcass from. Large tubs or barrels for blood and waste trimmings should be convenient, and a water source close by. Most of the work can be done with a few simple tools: sharp, clean short and long bladed knives, a cleaver or hatchet, and a hacksaw.
Body Preparation: Acquiring your subject is up to you. For best results and health, freshness is imperative. A living human in captivity is optimal, but not always available. When possible make sure the animal has no food for 48 hours, but plenty of water. This fasting helps flush the system, purging s
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I talked with Obi-Wan tonight, as the fires were dying and the celebration waned. My teacher spoke wisely, and my resolve was strengthened before it could be tested. Before Han left me in the darkness, lips lingering over mine, comforting me for the loss of something I never really had. Too many times I've rushed ahead without a thought for the consequences. Even when warned by those wiser and stronger, I thought I knew best. Headstrong, Master Yoda called me. Reckless. I'm done with all that now. It would be easy for me to set my destiny aside and give up on living the life of a Jedi. I saw myself on that other path tonight, when Han was next to me, his passion cutting through my soul, every thrust a plea for a different kind of future. I once dreamed of being at his side, free among the stars, chasing the temporary, discovering the moment. Reality led to the crisp edges of disaster, where cost outweighed romantic illusion, and dreams shattered into obligations. I've been fighting for this very moment to come, the moment when all of us would be free to make our choices. Leia will choose the one thing she was born to do - she will lead the new Republic which will rise from the tatters of this small rebellion. Han... I don't know what path he'll choose. Perhaps he would have stayed, if he'd been given a reason. Now I dread his departure. I half expect to find him gone when this night is over. I wonder what he'll say to Leia, what she'll feel, but I haven't the strength to think that far ahead. I strayed away from the joy, still too close to darkness to celebrate this day. I defeated my father, saved him, lost him, and the sharpness is no less severe because of the evil he embodied as Vader. When I stood by his pyre, watching his body consumed by the flames, I wondered who he'd been before he was this corpse, this thing to be sacrificed for the greater good. I rejoiced to see my friends alive... my sister... but I could not draw myself away from the inevitable. I called to Obi-Wan as Yoda taught me, and he was there, more in my mind than the shifting icy apparition he's been in the past. I resisted the urge to ask the same nagging question - *what are you now?* -- and focused on the issue of training, of talent, of what could be done now that there is no one to direct me in the ways of the Force. Ben was clear on many points, but he held firm to one thing in particular. I am chosen to lead the way for generations of new Jedi, to find and train them. If I abandon this task, others may be identified and turned to the Dark Side. I'm not sure I'm as ready as Obi-Wan seems to think I am. I'm crushed underneath the expectations of an entire galaxy. It's too much. I can't allow Han to pay the potential price of my selfish need. And I can't afford the distraction, and the consequences, love brings. The taint of my father's deeds is a painful legacy, and redemption must be a task I undertake alone. As a matter of course, Han came looking for me. I knew he would, knew he was coming for me before he exhaled the breath that brought him to his feet and down the bridge. I've always known what he feels for me, even when he wasn't fully conscious of it, even when he was trying to pawn those feelings off on Leia. I'm not the innocent I once was. That boy disappeared a piece at a time in the hangars of Hoth, the swamps of Dagobah, the thin air of Bespin, the flames of the pyre. "What's going on?" he asked me, that half-crooked grin lighting his face. "I've had some thinking to do," I answered him truthfully, feeling the warmth of that friendly grin in places it shouldn't be. "You're missing the party." Funny how sometimes with Han, what he doesn't say echoes louder in my mind than what he does. /I missed you./ "Sorry, Han." I meant the apology, but I don't think he understood. "It's not over, you know." "I know, Luke, but at least forget it for tonight, wouldja? Come on back to the party with me." He extended an arm, ready to drape it around my shoulders, but dropped his hand to his hip when I didn't move. Exasperation cro
Heyo!
Firstly, introductions all round. My name is [removed to protect dolphinlovers], musician, pre-vet student and Delphinic Zoophile. People are often wondering just what the hell zoophilia is. Zoophilia is best described as a love of animals so intimate that the person (and the animal) involved have no objections to expressing their affection for each other in the sexual fashion. This is not to be confused with bestiality, where a person forcefully mates an animal, without their consent, and with no mutual feelings whatsoever. This is something that I would never do to a dolphin, since I love them dearly, and treat them with the same respect that an honest husband would have for his wife and children.
Dolphins are very intelligent, highly emotional and expressive creatures. They enjoy the company of humans, and if a relationship develops between a human and a dolphin, as has happened with me, they will, on occasion, wish to express their trust and affection for you in the most direct way; through mating, or sex-play. You see, dolphins do not use sex purely for procreative reasons. They use it as a way of strengthening the bonds between pod mates (mothers and calves included), and also for fun. Dolphins and humans share this common trait with very few other animals, so sometimes it makes me wonder when people continue to ask me "How DO you mate with a dolphin?". Easy. Let the dolphin tell you!
Well, here is a selection of questions people have asked me, so I hope this sheds some light on the subject...
Q1) How do I tell a male dolphin from a female one?
A1) Probably the most common question I get asked. There are 2 ways of determining the sex of a dolphin. The most obvious way is to take a peek under the peduncle (the long part of the body connected to the tail flukes). On the dolphin's belly, directly opposite the dorsal fin, will be the umbilicus, or the navel of the dolphin. Looking further down towards the tail, you start to see the differences.
Male dolphins have two separate slits for the penis (the urogenital opening) and the anus. These are separated by a bridge of skin. The male's urogenital opening is generally located further up the belly, towards the navel.
Females, on the other fin, have one continuous larger slit, the anus located at the end of it. On either side of the genital slit, you will find two smaller slits; these are the mammary slits, where the nipples of the dolphin are kept for feeding the calves. The slit is also located closer to the tail stock of the dolphin.
The other way to determine the sex of a dolphin, if you can't reach their belly, is to look at their mellon, or head. The males tend to have a fatter, rounder mellon, while the females are more sleek and streamlined.
Q2) How do I know if a dolphin wants to have sex?
A2) There are various ways a dolphin has of showing that she or he is interested in sex.
Males are probably the easiest to detect. They will swim around, sporting an erection (anywhere between 10 to 14 inches long for a Bottle-nose), and will have no bones about swimming up to you and placing their member within reach of your hand. If you are in the water, they may rub it along any part of your body, or wrap it around your wrist or ankle. (Dolphin males have a prehensile penis. They can wrap it around objects, and carry them as such.) Their belly will also be pinkish in colour, which also denotes sexual excitement.
Females can be a little harder. The most obvious way a female dolphin has of displaying her sexual interest is the pink-belly effect. Their genitals become very pink and swollen, making the genital region very prominent. They may be restless, or they may be acting as normal. If you are out of the water, they may swim up to you and roll belly up, exposing themselves to you, coupled with pelvic thrusts. If you are in the water, they may press their genitals up against yours, nibble your fingers, nuzzle your crotch, or do pelvic thrusts against you.
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VERSE:
Hey Buddy--- you say you're straight, well that's great
But you oughtta try something new--
'Cause you've got a spot in a place that's HOT
And it likes to be tickled too!
I've got a WADD to drop on your loading dock--
"Deliveries in the Rear"
So, Buddy let's play, while the wife's away--
Let me get you another beer!!
CHORUS:
Lemme' pop you in the pooper, Buddy
Until I hear you SQUEAL
If it hurts at first, that'll pass and then
You'll see how GOOD it feels.
We'll do it "doggie style", so get on your PAWS
And turn around and kneel---
YEAHH!! POP YOU IN THE POOPER, BUDDY---
Let's see how GOOD it feels!
VERSE:
If you're ready now, I'm gonna start to PLOW
And FERTILIZE YOUR FIELD--
Boy your "farm" is rich--- take it ALL you BITCH
Let's see what "crop" it yields.
For a guy who's "straight"--- MAN, your butt feels great
And don't worry, I'll never tell....
When we MEAT next time, maybe you'll try MINE,
But for now, let's hear YOU yell!! Yaaaaa----HOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
CHORUS:
Lemme' pop you in the pooper, Buddy
Until I hear you SQUEAL
If it hurts at first, that'll pass and then
You'll see it's no big deal!
Let's do it "doggie style", so GET ON YOUR PAWS
And turn around and KNEEL--
YEAHH!! POP YOU IN THE POOPER, BUDDY---
Don't you see how GOOD that feels??!!
TAG:
I POPPED YOU IN THE POOPER, BABY.... now you KNOW how GREAT that feels!!!
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Kaek East Indian Thais, living in Thailand, refer to the Indians (who have been in Thailand for at least 200 years, I think) as Kaeks, which means "guest" in Thai. Take a hint, already, guys! The word may also be spelled "kak" or any other way you like, since Thais use a different "alphabet." However, "kaek" is pronounced to rhyme with "crack."
Kaffer/ir Blacks Afrikaaner word for blacks, very derogatory. Made popular by Lethal Weapon 2.
Kafir Non-Arabs Kafir is an Arabic word with meanings similar to Goy or Goyim of the Jews, only describing any non-Muslim person in a derogatory way. S. African Kaffir possibly imported during the Boer War by British soldiers who had fought in the Sudanese campaign.
Kala Blacks Indian word for the color black. Used by Indians as a slur for black people.
Katzenfresser Italians German slur meaning "cat eater".
Khazar Jews The Khazar Empire converted en mass to Judaism, in 740 A.D. and allegedly (see Koestler's book, _The Thirteenth Tribe_) formed the bulk of the Ashkenazi Jews. Many conspiracy theorists and White Nationalists refer to Jews as Khazars. Search the web from more...
Kike Jews Originates from the word 'keikl', in Yiddish, which means 'circle', the reason being that the first Jewish immigrants in America, who were unable to sign their names, signed with a circle instead of a cross.
Kingfish Blacks From Amos & Andy. Usually in reference to a poor, older black man.
Kiwi New Zealanders The native bird is the Kiwi. Not necessarily a slur to New Zealanders.
Knees Grow Blacks Comes from Negro.
Knuckle-Dragger Blacks Often believed that black people have longer arms than other races and therefore their knuckles would drag.
Koku-jin Blacks Japanese term for Blacks or anyone of African descent.
Kraut Germans Short for sauerkraut, a popular German food.
Kukolokod Alaskans ?
Kung-fu Chinese Chinese delivery person, mainly 'Is that Kung-Fu with my Lo Mein?"
Kunta/Kunta Kinte Blacks From Kunta Kinte in the book/movie "Roots."
Kurombo Blacks Used in Japan; considered very derogatory. Comes from "kuro" (=black color) and "bo" (casual suffix meaning young man).
Landya Muslims Actually means 'cut cocks' because of the rite of circumcising followed by Muslims.
Latrino Hispanics Combination of "Latino" and "Latrine."
Lava Lamp Hawaiians Also works on Pacific Islanders or anyone in the volcanic circle.
Lawn Jockey Blacks Most all Lawn Jockeys are Black, sometimes also known as Porch Monkey.
Leb/Lebbo Lebanese Pretty Self-explanatory. Used a lot in Australia where there was a large arrival of Lebanese immigrants in the mid 80's.
Lefty Arabs Thieves in the Arab countries get their hand chopped off.
Lemonhead Asians Skin color.
Leprechaun Irish From the well-known old Irish myth of the chubby green-clad gnome (what happens when you mix Catholicism with Paganism). Popularized in America by Lucky from the Lucky Charms cereal and St. Patrick's Day.
Limey British The British sailors ate a lot of limes to prevent scurvy (18th and 19th centuries). Limey implies lime-eaters.
Lincoln's Mistake Blacks US President Abraham Lincoln is known to have freed the slaves.
Lobsterbacks British Redcoats in Revolutionary War.
Lofan Whites Anglo-Americans. A Chinese word, not necessarily derogatory.
Lowlander Dutch The Netherlands are below sea level.
Lucius Blacks Commonly used on poor black people. During the period prior to the Civil War, many blacks were named after famous Romans (e.g. Lucius, Marcus, Scipio, etc.)
Macaroni Italians The famous macaroni noodle originated in Italy.
Makaronifresser Italians German. Fressen is impolite term for eating (people essen, but animals fressen).
Maldito Bori Puerto Ricans Puerto Ricans come from Boriquen and call themselves Boriquas. Bori is short for that. Maldito is used so commonly before Bori by many other Hispanics because they steal, rob, kill, and smell. Maldito means "god-damned".
Mandingo Blacks In reference to the 1975 blacksploitation movie with the same name.
M
51st Stater Canadians Self-explanatory.
Abba-Dabba Arabs Used in the movie "Betrayed" by rural American hate group.
Abo Australian
Aboriginal Derogative shortened term for Aboriginal.
Adolf Germans Hitler, of course. Generally thought of the worst person ever.
Ahab Whites From Moby-Dick. Ahab hunted the white whale.
Ainu Japanese
Aboriginal Originally, a word for the native Japanese islanders from Hokkaido, but now means roughly a "primitive" person. Usually look more European than their Japanese counterparts, i.e., more hairy and fair skinned.
Albino Whites Albinos are white.
Ame-koh Americans Term for Americans used by Japanese.
AmeriKKKan Americans Reference to inherent racism in US society. Entered the language as a part 1960s counter-cultural slang.
Ami Americans Used by Germans as derogatory reference of Americans. Shortened from Scheiss-Ami.
Amo Amish Pronounced ah-mo.
Angie Canadians English-speaking Canadians. Short for "Anglophone" and used in Quebec, especially for Anglophones in Quebec province itself.
Antique Farm Equipment Blacks Slaves being used for labor.
Apple Native
Americans Used by Native Americans as derogatory for other Native Americans who are red on the outside but white on the inside.
Apple (2) Blacks Has to do with "hanging from a tree".
Apu Indians Hindu character from The Simpsons. Before that, one of the most famous films out of India was the "Apu Trilogy."
Armo Armenian Short for Armenian.
Aunt Jamima Blacks After the stereotypically Black trademark picture on "Aunt Jemima"-brand breakfast foods.
BBK Blacks Big Black Cocks. Spelled with a K, as in the Korn song of the same title.
Baboomba Blacks From the "booming" of their car stereos.
Babuska Ukrainians
Slavs The head garment worn by old Ukrainian women.
Bagel-Dog Jews From Kosher "bagel dogs" - a Kosher sausage inside of a bagel.
Bahadur Nepali Bahadur, means brave, has become a derogatory term for Nepali servants. They are also called Gaurkhs.
Bamboo Coon Chinese Bamboo grows in China.
Banana Asians An Asian-American who has lost their heritage. Yellow on the outside, white on the inside.
Bans/Cans Hispanics MexiCANS, Puerto RiCANS, CuBANS.
Beach-Nigger Whites Overly-tanned people/surfers.
Bean Burrito Hispanics Common Hispanic food is bean burritos and the coloring of the beans is similar to the coloring of their skin.
Beaner Hispanics Because they are known to have a lot of beans in their diet.
Beanie Jews Referring to the yarmulke.
Beaver-Beater French-
Canadians Fur trade.
Beef-Curtain Greeks Possibly originated from their smell.
Berry Picker Hispanics Refers to Hispanics who would work berry fields in California, specifically illegal immigrants, as their employer didn't have to pay them as much.
Bhindu Pakistanis Pakistani name.
Bhrempti Indians Their pronunciation of the number 20.
Big Nose Jews Refers to how Jews are said to have large noses.
Bjork Icelanders She's the Icelander everyone knows.
Black Barbie Blacks Refers to a black woman when she wears her hair and makeup to try and look like a white woman.
Black Dagos Italians Believed that some Sicilians are part Black.
Blackie Blacks Self-explanatory.
Blackrobe White Missionaries Native American term.
Blanco Whites 'Blanco' is Spanish for white or blank.
Blanket-Ass Native
Americans From when the US Government gave tribes blankets.. i guess to make up for killing so many of them. The blankets were also rumored to be infested with smallpox.
Blaxican Mixed Races Black/Mexican mix. Pioneered by the Black/Mexican hip-hop group "Delinquent Habits".
Blockhead Macedonians Shape of their heads; Australian.
Blow Blacks Originated from blacks originally living in Africa and using blow guns.
Blue-Gummer Blacks Refers to the blue tinge of the gums of some blacks/southern origin.
Blue-eyed Devil Whites Whites primarily with blue eyes are said to be the most evil. Especially since their skin is so pale, it looks scary to others as thei
Heyo!
Firstly, introductions all round. My name is [removed to protect dolphinlovers], musician, pre-vet student and Delphinic Zoophile. People are often wondering just what the hell zoophilia is. Zoophilia is best described as a love of animals so intimate that the person (and the animal) involved have no objections to expressing their affection for each other in the sexual fashion. This is not to be confused with bestiality, where a person forcefully mates an animal, without their consent, and with no mutual feelings whatsoever. This is something that I would never do to a dolphin, since I love them dearly, and treat them with the same respect that an honest husband would have for his wife and children.
Dolphins are very intelligent, highly emotional and expressive creatures. They enjoy the company of humans, and if a relationship develops between a human and a dolphin, as has happened with me, they will, on occasion, wish to express their trust and affection for you in the most direct way; through mating, or sex-play. You see, dolphins do not use sex purely for procreative reasons. They use it as a way of strengthening the bonds between pod mates (mothers and calves included), and also for fun. Dolphins and humans share this common trait with very few other animals, so sometimes it makes me wonder when people continue to ask me "How DO you mate with a dolphin?". Easy. Let the dolphin tell you!
Well, here is a selection of questions people have asked me, so I hope this sheds some light on the subject...
Q1) How do I tell a male dolphin from a female one?
A1) Probably the most common question I get asked. There are 2 ways of determining the sex of a dolphin. The most obvious way is to take a peek under the peduncle (the long part of the body connected to the tail flukes). On the dolphin's belly, directly opposite the dorsal fin, will be the umbilicus, or the navel of the dolphin. Looking further down towards the tail, you start to see the differences.
Male dolphins have two separate slits for the penis (the urogenital opening) and the anus. These are separated by a bridge of skin. The male's urogenital opening is generally located further up the belly, towards the navel.
Females, on the other fin, have one continuous larger slit, the anus located at the end of it. On either side of the genital slit, you will find two smaller slits; these are the mammary slits, where the nipples of the dolphin are kept for feeding the calves. The slit is also located closer to the tail stock of the dolphin.
The other way to determine the sex of a dolphin, if you can't reach their belly, is to look at their mellon, or head. The males tend to have a fatter, rounder mellon, while the females are more sleek and streamlined.
Q2) How do I know if a dolphin wants to have sex?
A2) There are various ways a dolphin has of showing that she or he is interested in sex.
Males are probably the easiest to detect. They will swim around, sporting an erection (anywhere between 10 to 14 inches long for a Bottle-nose), and will have no bones about swimming up to you and placing their member within reach of your hand. If you are in the water, they may rub it along any part of your body, or wrap it around your wrist or ankle. (Dolphin males have a prehensile penis. They can wrap it around objects, and carry them as such.) Their belly will also be pinkish in colour, which also denotes sexual excitement.
Females can be a little harder. The most obvious way a female dolphin has of displaying her sexual interest is the pink-belly effect. Their genitals become very pink and swollen, making the genital region very prominent. They may be restless, or they may be acting as normal. If you are out of the water, they may swim up to you and roll belly up, exposing themselves to you, coupled with pelvic thrusts. If you are in the water, they may press their genitals up against yours, nibble your fingers, nuzzle your crotch, or do pelvic thrusts against you.
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you need a mac all the fags have em
taco and hemos swear by their ease to insert them into their rectum also
I got tired of seeing him fly his flag upside down in some sort of vain and childish protest.
So last weekend a couple of my fantasy hockey buddies and I got rip roarin' drunk on Red Dog's and we slashed the tires on his new Honda Prius.
Man is that a loud noise. PFFFFFSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
What a HOOT.
lol !
The information in this article applies to:
/dev/hda
/dev/sda
/dev/sda1
/mbr removes the disk signature from the MBR. If the drive is a member of a Windows fault tolerance set, the drive is no longer recognized as a member of that set. /mbr
Microsoft Windows XP Home Edition
Microsoft Windows XP Professional
Microsoft Windows XP 64-Bit Edition
This article was previously published under Q315224
SUMMARY
This article describes how to remove the Linux LILO boot manager from the master boot record (MBR).
MORE INFORMATION
If Linux is installed on your computer, Linux allows a dual boot by loading a boot manager called LILO directly into the MBR. To remove LILO, follow the appropriate procedure.
If Linux Is Still Installed
At a command prompt, run the lilo command and use either the -u or the -U option. The device name must be the second parameter. The only difference between the two options is that -u checks the time stamp on the current MBR and on the backed-up MBR, and -U does not check the time stamp at all.
If LILO is installed to the MBR of the master drive on the primary IDE controller, type
lilo -u
where dev is the device directory, hd indicates an IDE hard disk, and the a option indicates the master on the primary IDE channel.
If you want to use the command on a SCSI drive, type
lilo -u
where sd indicates a SCSI drive and a indicates the first drive in the SCSI chain.
If the drive has multiple partitions, indicate the partition from which you want to uninstall LILO by adding the number that corresponds to the partition number on the drive, starting the count at 1 (not 0). For example, to remove LILO from the first partition of the first SCSI drive, type:
lilo -u
Note that sda is not related to the SCSI ID number.
If Linux Is Not Still Installed
NOTE: The following procedure is not supported by Microsoft and is performed strictly at the discretion of the user. Microsoft assumes no liability for lost or corrupted data. This procedure should be performed only as a last resort.
IMPORTANT: Running fdisk
Boot to MS-DOS, and then type the following:
fdisk
Restart your computer.
The third-party products that are discussed in this article are manufactured by companies that are independent of Microsoft. Microsoft makes no warranty, implied or otherwise, regarding the performance or reliability of these products.
The information in this article applies to:
/dev/sda1 * 1 500 4016218 83 Linux nati
Microsoft Windows 2000 Server
Microsoft Windows 2000 Advanced Server
Microsoft Windows 2000 Professional
Microsoft Windows 2000 Datacenter Server
Microsoft Windows NT Server 4.0
Microsoft Windows NT Workstation 4.0
This article was previously published under Q247804
For a Microsoft Windows XP version of this article, see 314458.
SUMMARY
This article describes how you can remove the Linux operating system from your computer, and install a Windows operating system. This article also assumes that Linux is already installed on the hard disk using Linux native and Linux swap partitions, which are incompatible with the Windows operating system, and that there is no free space left on the drive.
Windows and Linux can coexist on the same computer. For additional information, refer to your Linux documentation.
MORE INFORMATION
To install Windows on a system that has Linux installed when you want to remove Linux, you must manually delete the partitions used by the Linux operating system. The Windows-compatible partition can be created automatically during the installation of the Windows operating system.
IMPORTANT: Before you follow the steps in this article, verify that you have a bootable disk or bootable CD-ROM for the Linux operating system, because this process completely removes the Linux operating system installed on your computer. If you intend to restore the Linux operating system at a later date, verify that you also have a good backup of all the information stored on your computer. Also, you must have a full release version of the Windows operating system you want to install.
Linux file systems use a "superblock" at the beginning of a disk partition to identify the basic size, shape, and condition of the file system.
The Linux operating system is generally installed on partition type 83 (Linux native) or 82 (Linux swap). The Linux boot manager (LILO) can be configured to start from:
The hard disk Master Boot Record (MBR).
The root folder of the Linux partition.
The Fdisk tool included with Linux can be used to delete the partitions. (There are other utilities that work just as well, such as Fdisk from MS-DOS 5.0 and later, or you can delete the partitions during the installation process.) To remove Linux from your computer and install Windows:
Remove native, swap, and boot partitions used by Linux:
Start your computer with the Linux setup floppy disk, type fdisk at the command prompt, and then press ENTER.
NOTE: For help using the Fdisk tool, type m at the command prompt, and then press ENTER.
Type p at the command prompt, and then press ENTER to display partition information. The first item listed is hard disk 1, partition 1 information, and the second item listed is hard disk 1, partition 2 information.
Type d at the command prompt, and then press ENTER. You are then prompted for the partition number you want to delete. Type 1, and then press ENTER to delete partition number 1. Repeat this step until all the partitions have been deleted.
Type w, and then press ENTER to write this information to the partition table. Some error messages may be generated as information is written to the partition table, but they should not be significant at this point because the next step is to restart the computer and then install the new operating system.
Type q at the command prompt, and then press ENTER to quit the Fdisk tool.
Insert either a bootable floppy disk or a bootable CD-ROM for the Windows operating system on your computer, and then press CTRL+ALT+DELETE to restart your computer.
Install Windows. Follow the installation instructions for the Windows operating system you want to install on your computer. The installation process assists you with creating the appropriate partitions on your computer.
Examples of Linux Partition Tables
Single SCSI drive
Device Boot Start End Blocks Id System
oddly enough they didnt mention the orgy of mansex that happened with all the filthy geek fagits....
A frenchman walks into a bar, smiles at the barkeep and orders a glass of wine. The frenchman looks about and sees a camel sitting at the bar as well. The frenchman asks the barkeep, "What is that dirty camel doing in here?" The barkeep pulls a baseball bat out from behind the bar hits the camel in the head and the camel gives the barkeep oral pleasure. The barkeep looks at the frenchman and says "Do you want a go?" to which the frenchman replies: "Oui, but zer is no need to hit me over ze head."
now for something you all have bee waiting for...starwars homo stories....i bet your geek nipples are getting hard just thinking about it... The club was as crammed with beings as he remembered it, though it had been years since he'd been here with Chewie. One part of Han's mind clicked that it was likely the overcrowding was in violation of the New Alliance's fire code regulations. But that was just the official part, the part that Leia had encouraged and instructed so long ago. That part closed down immediately when he caught sight of Luke. Han leaned back in the shadows against the wall, arms folded across his chest. And watched as he had always enjoyed watching. Noted the play of emotions across the beautiful, mobile features. Happiness was there tonight. Happiness that he had seen so often in the past, that he had deliberately erased with his dispassionate responses, with that terrible need he'd felt to protect himself from the one who laid claim to his soul. The eyes were hidden from him, yet he knew how their crystal blue would follow the person Luke! was speaking to, would light up with warmth and laughter or fade and withdraw with hurt. A halo limned the burnished gold hair that had been one of the first things he'd noticed about the young Jedi. In the gloom of the Mos Eisley cantina, the feathery strands had captured to themselves all the light in the room, eclipsing everything else, sending Han deeper into the protective shield he'd built around himself. Unconsciously, he rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, remembering the warm softness of it like silk between his fingers. Against his lips. Trailing across his belly. The need to touch was a driving, undeniable force. His breath clogged in his throat. He leaned back against the wall, closed his eyes and waited for the return of some semblance of control. Imprinted on his eyelids was the after-image of the scene. Luke, of course, and with him a stranger, an eminently suitable stranger. Handsome, undoubtedly sophisticated and warm. And obviously more than a little smitten with his companion. The familiar pangs of jealousy slid through his veins. If he hadn't been such a proud, stubborn fool, unable to confess his fear of the Darkness that possessed a part of his lover, it would be Han Solo who sat there, holding hands across the table, laughing into those too-understanding eyes. Now he wanted to cross the room and claim his lover back. But if Luke wanted revenge, there could be nothing sweeter than the humiliation of a very public rejection. Perhaps it was better simply to stay here in the shadows, as he had done so often, and watch from a safe distance. Faint heart never won fair Jedi. Hadn't he said that to the beautiful, elusive man many years back? He couldn't remember, but he did know that nothing in this galaxy, not even his nagging fears, were going to keep him out of Luke's arms. As he watched, the band switched to a slow number, a wailing bluesy song that fitted his mood exactly. Fear dried his mouth as he waited to see if Luke danced with the man. But in response to the question, the golden head leaned across the table, then shook. Luke smiled at his companion, the sweetness in his soul radiating across his face. Jealousy ripped through Han again, sharp and urgent, and below it a deeper feeling, a sense that something was wrong. With Luke? Or with himself. Han paused, strove to recapture the elusive understanding. It vanished like sand slipping through his fingers and was gone. He angled through the crowd, aware only of Luke. Tension built in him, knotting in his stomach. Surely the pounding of his heart was clear to everyone even above the moaning of the music. From the corner of his eyes, he could see avid interest written on many faces, whispers passed around the room of the impending confrontation between the Jedi Skywalker and the former General Solo. Have a field day, people. He approached from the rear and tapped Luke's shoulder. "May I?" he asked, and was pleasantly
I talked with Obi-Wan tonight, as the fires were dying and the celebration waned. My teacher spoke wisely, and my resolve was strengthened before it could be tested. Before Han left me in the darkness, lips lingering over mine, comforting me for the loss of something I never really had. Too many times I've rushed ahead without a thought for the consequences. Even when warned by those wiser and stronger, I thought I knew best. Headstrong, Master Yoda called me. Reckless. I'm done with all that now. It would be easy for me to set my destiny aside and give up on living the life of a Jedi. I saw myself on that other path tonight, when Han was next to me, his passion cutting through my soul, every thrust a plea for a different kind of future. I once dreamed of being at his side, free among the stars, chasing the temporary, discovering the moment. Reality led to the crisp edges of disaster, where cost outweighed romantic illusion, and dreams shattered into obligations. I've been fighting for this very moment to come, the moment when all of us would be free to make our choices. Leia will choose the one thing she was born to do - she will lead the new Republic which will rise from the tatters of this small rebellion. Han... I don't know what path he'll choose. Perhaps he would have stayed, if he'd been given a reason. Now I dread his departure. I half expect to find him gone when this night is over. I wonder what he'll say to Leia, what she'll feel, but I haven't the strength to think that far ahead. I strayed away from the joy, still too close to darkness to celebrate this day. I defeated my father, saved him, lost him, and the sharpness is no less severe because of the evil he embodied as Vader. When I stood by his pyre, watching his body consumed by the flames, I wondered who he'd been before he was this corpse, this thing to be sacrificed for the greater good. I rejoiced to see my friends alive... my sister... but I could not draw myself away from the inevitable. I called to Obi-Wan as Yoda taught me, and he was there, more in my mind than the shifting icy apparition he's been in the past. I resisted the urge to ask the same nagging question - *what are you now?* -- and focused on the issue of training, of talent, of what could be done now that there is no one to direct me in the ways of the Force. Ben was clear on many points, but he held firm to one thing in particular. I am chosen to lead the way for generations of new Jedi, to find and train them. If I abandon this task, others may be identified and turned to the Dark Side. I'm not sure I'm as ready as Obi-Wan seems to think I am. I'm crushed underneath the expectations of an entire galaxy. It's too much. I can't allow Han to pay the potential price of my selfish need. And I can't afford the distraction, and the consequences, love brings. The taint of my father's deeds is a painful legacy, and redemption must be a task I undertake alone. As a matter of course, Han came looking for me. I knew he would, knew he was coming for me before he exhaled the breath that brought him to his feet and down the bridge. I've always known what he feels for me, even when he wasn't fully conscious of it, even when he was trying to pawn those feelings off on Leia. I'm not the innocent I once was. That boy disappeared a piece at a time in the hangars of Hoth, the swamps of Dagobah, the thin air of Bespin, the flames of the pyre. "What's going on?" he asked me, that half-crooked grin lighting his face. "I've had some thinking to do," I answered him truthfully, feeling the warmth of that friendly grin in places it shouldn't be. "You're missing the party." Funny how sometimes with Han, what he doesn't say echoes louder in my mind than what he does. /I missed you./
"Sorry, Han." I meant the apology, but I don't think he understood. "It's not over, you know."
"I know, Luke, but at least forget it for tonight, wouldja? Come on back to the party with me." He extended an arm, ready to drape it around my shoulders, but dropped his hand to his hip when I didn't move. Exasperation cro
I talked with Obi-Wan tonight, as the fires were dying and the celebration waned. My teacher spoke wisely, and my resolve was strengthened before it could be tested. Before Han left me in the darkness, lips lingering over mine, comforting me for the loss of something I never really had. Too many times I've rushed ahead without a thought for the consequences. Even when warned by those wiser and stronger, I thought I knew best. Headstrong, Master Yoda called me. Reckless. I'm done with all that now. It would be easy for me to set my destiny aside and give up on living the life of a Jedi. I saw myself on that other path tonight, when Han was next to me, his passion cutting through my soul, every thrust a plea for a different kind of future. I once dreamed of being at his side, free among the stars, chasing the temporary, discovering the moment. Reality led to the crisp edges of disaster, where cost outweighed romantic illusion, and dreams shattered into obligations. I've been fighting for this very moment to come, the moment when all of us would be free to make our choices. Leia will choose the one thing she was born to do - she will lead the new Republic which will rise from the tatters of this small rebellion. Han... I don't know what path he'll choose. Perhaps he would have stayed, if he'd been given a reason. Now I dread his departure. I half expect to find him gone when this night is over. I wonder what he'll say to Leia, what she'll feel, but I haven't the strength to think that far ahead. I strayed away from the joy, still too close to darkness to celebrate this day. I defeated my father, saved him, lost him, and the sharpness is no less severe because of the evil he embodied as Vader. When I stood by his pyre, watching his body consumed by the flames, I wondered who he'd been before he was this corpse, this thing to be sacrificed for the greater good. I rejoiced to see my friends alive... my sister... but I could not draw myself away from the inevitable. I called to Obi-Wan as Yoda taught me, and he was there, more in my mind than the shifting icy apparition he's been in the past. I resisted the urge to ask the same nagging question - *what are you now?* -- and focused on the issue of training, of talent, of what could be done now that there is no one to direct me in the ways of the Force. Ben was clear on many points, but he held firm to one thing in particular. I am chosen to lead the way for generations of new Jedi, to find and train them. If I abandon this task, others may be identified and turned to the Dark Side. I'm not sure I'm as ready as Obi-Wan seems to think I am. I'm crushed underneath the expectations of an entire galaxy. It's too much. I can't allow Han to pay the potential price of my selfish need. And I can't afford the distraction, and the consequences, love brings. The taint of my father's deeds is a painful legacy, and redemption must be a task I undertake alone. As a matter of course, Han came looking for me. I knew he would, knew he was coming for me before he exhaled the breath that brought him to his feet and down the bridge. I've always known what he feels for me, even when he wasn't fully conscious of it, even when he was trying to pawn those feelings off on Leia. I'm not the innocent I once was. That boy disappeared a piece at a time in the hangars of Hoth, the swamps of Dagobah, the thin air of Bespin, the flames of the pyre. "What's going on?" he asked me, that half-crooked grin lighting his face. "I've had some thinking to do," I answered him truthfully, feeling the warmth of that friendly grin in places it shouldn't be. "You're missing the party." Funny how sometimes with Han, what he doesn't say echoes louder in my mind than what he does. /I missed you./
"Sorry, Han." I meant the apology, but I don't think he understood. "It's not over, you know."
"I know, Luke, but at least forget it for tonight, wouldja? Come on back to the party with me." He extended an arm, ready to drape it around my shoulders, but dropped his hand to his hip when I didn't move. Exasperation cro
I talked with Obi-Wan tonight, as the fires were dying and the celebration waned. My teacher spoke wisely, and my resolve was strengthened before it could be tested. Before Han left me in the darkness, lips lingering over mine, comforting me for the loss of something I never really had. Too many times I've rushed ahead without a thought for the consequences. Even when warned by those wiser and stronger, I thought I knew best. Headstrong, Master Yoda called me. Reckless. I'm done with all that now. It would be easy for me to set my destiny aside and give up on living the life of a Jedi. I saw myself on that other path tonight, when Han was next to me, his passion cutting through my soul, every thrust a plea for a different kind of future. I once dreamed of being at his side, free among the stars, chasing the temporary, discovering the moment. Reality led to the crisp edges of disaster, where cost outweighed romantic illusion, and dreams shattered into obligations. I've been fighting for this very moment to come, the moment when all of us would be free to make our choices. Leia will choose the one thing she was born to do - she will lead the new Republic which will rise from the tatters of this small rebellion. Han... I don't know what path he'll choose. Perhaps he would have stayed, if he'd been given a reason. Now I dread his departure. I half expect to find him gone when this night is over. I wonder what he'll say to Leia, what she'll feel, but I haven't the strength to think that far ahead. I strayed away from the joy, still too close to darkness to celebrate this day. I defeated my father, saved him, lost him, and the sharpness is no less severe because of the evil he embodied as Vader. When I stood by his pyre, watching his body consumed by the flames, I wondered who he'd been before he was this corpse, this thing to be sacrificed for the greater good. I rejoiced to see my friends alive... my sister... but I could not draw myself away from the inevitable. I called to Obi-Wan as Yoda taught me, and he was there, more in my mind than the shifting icy apparition he's been in the past. I resisted the urge to ask the same nagging question - *what are you now?* -- and focused on the issue of training, of talent, of what could be done now that there is no one to direct me in the ways of the Force. Ben was clear on many points, but he held firm to one thing in particular. I am chosen to lead the way for generations of new Jedi, to find and train them. If I abandon this task, others may be identified and turned to the Dark Side. I'm not sure I'm as ready as Obi-Wan seems to think I am. I'm crushed underneath the expectations of an entire galaxy. It's too much. I can't allow Han to pay the potential price of my selfish need. And I can't afford the distraction, and the consequences, love brings. The taint of my father's deeds is a painful legacy, and redemption must be a task I undertake alone. As a matter of course, Han came looking for me. I knew he would, knew he was coming for me before he exhaled the breath that brought him to his feet and down the bridge. I've always known what he feels for me, even when he wasn't fully conscious of it, even when he was trying to pawn those feelings off on Leia. I'm not the innocent I once was. That boy disappeared a piece at a time in the hangars of Hoth, the swamps of Dagobah, the thin air of Bespin, the flames of the pyre. "What's going on?" he asked me, that half-crooked grin lighting his face. "I've had some thinking to do," I answered him truthfully, feeling the warmth of that friendly grin in places it shouldn't be. "You're missing the party." Funny how sometimes with Han, what he doesn't say echoes louder in my mind than what he does. /I missed you./
"Sorry, Han." I meant the apology, but I don't think he understood. "It's not over, you know."
"I know, Luke, but at least forget it for tonight, wouldja? Come on back to the party with me." He extended an arm, ready to drape it around my shoulders, but dropped his hand to his hip when I didn't move. Exasperation cro
I talked with Obi-Wan tonight, as the fires were dying and the celebration waned. My teacher spoke wisely, and my resolve was strengthened before it could be tested. Before Han left me in the darkness, lips lingering over mine, comforting me for the loss of something I never really had. Too many times I've rushed ahead without a thought for the consequences. Even when warned by those wiser and stronger, I thought I knew best. Headstrong, Master Yoda called me. Reckless. I'm done with all that now. It would be easy for me to set my destiny aside and give up on living the life of a Jedi. I saw myself on that other path tonight, when Han was next to me, his passion cutting through my soul, every thrust a plea for a different kind of future. I once dreamed of being at his side, free among the stars, chasing the temporary, discovering the moment. Reality led to the crisp edges of disaster, where cost outweighed romantic illusion, and dreams shattered into obligations. I've been fighting for this very moment to come, the moment when all of us would be free to make our choices. Leia will choose the one thing she was born to do - she will lead the new Republic which will rise from the tatters of this small rebellion. Han... I don't know what path he'll choose. Perhaps he would have stayed, if he'd been given a reason. Now I dread his departure. I half expect to find him gone when this night is over. I wonder what he'll say to Leia, what she'll feel, but I haven't the strength to think that far ahead. I strayed away from the joy, still too close to darkness to celebrate this day. I defeated my father, saved him, lost him, and the sharpness is no less severe because of the evil he embodied as Vader. When I stood by his pyre, watching his body consumed by the flames, I wondered who he'd been before he was this corpse, this thing to be sacrificed for the greater good. I rejoiced to see my friends alive... my sister... but I could not draw myself away from the inevitable. I called to Obi-Wan as Yoda taught me, and he was there, more in my mind than the shifting icy apparition he's been in the past. I resisted the urge to ask the same nagging question - *what are you now?* -- and focused on the issue of training, of talent, of what could be done now that there is no one to direct me in the ways of the Force. Ben was clear on many points, but he held firm to one thing in particular. I am chosen to lead the way for generations of new Jedi, to find and train them. If I abandon this task, others may be identified and turned to the Dark Side. I'm not sure I'm as ready as Obi-Wan seems to think I am. I'm crushed underneath the expectations of an entire galaxy. It's too much. I can't allow Han to pay the potential price of my selfish need. And I can't afford the distraction, and the consequences, love brings. The taint of my father's deeds is a painful legacy, and redemption must be a task I undertake alone. As a matter of course, Han came looking for me. I knew he would, knew he was coming for me before he exhaled the breath that brought him to his feet and down the bridge. I've always known what he feels for me, even when he wasn't fully conscious of it, even when he was trying to pawn those feelings off on Leia. I'm not the innocent I once was. That boy disappeared a piece at a time in the hangars of Hoth, the swamps of Dagobah, the thin air of Bespin, the flames of the pyre. "What's going on?" he asked me, that half-crooked grin lighting his face. "I've had some thinking to do," I answered him truthfully, feeling the warmth of that friendly grin in places it shouldn't be. "You're missing the party." Funny how sometimes with Han, what he doesn't say echoes louder in my mind than what he does. /I missed you./
"Sorry, Han." I meant the apology, but I don't think he understood. "It's not over, you know."
"I know, Luke, but at least forget it for tonight, wouldja? Come on back to the party with me." He extended an arm, ready to drape it around my shoulders, but dropped his hand to his hip when I didn't move. Exasperation cro