[Herr D]

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It was exactly five minutes later that Henri brought the dessert tray, followed by two other waiters. Tony had the wooden crate closed and wrapped in torn plastic packaging by that time, so the coins weren’t visible. Mike had wheeled over a homemade tape dubber and dubbed the tape. “Henri? These two will guard you on the way to the safe, but stand outside while you put it in. One more thing–” He pulled Henri by the lapel all the way down to whisper in his ear. Henri, face studiously wooden, nodded. The other two waiters stared, dumbfounded, at the broken wall.

Mike added the dubbed tape to the already heavy package in Henri’s arms.

As the waiters left, Tony turned to Mike and Jennifer. “Now, the issue of payment. We agreed I’d pay you a small amount plus food for helping me with research and filming.” He turned to Jennifer. “You I’ve already agreed to have the exclusive on this story. But both of you helped me find peace, and a treasure that will pull my restaurant back from the brink of bankruptcy.” He reached into his back pocket, pulled out a wallet, and reached inside. He counted out ten slips of expensive-looking paper. “Use them fast,” he said, “I could die any day now, and who knows whether the new owner will honor them. I’m going to insist you take some takeout home too. I’ll send Henri for your order.” He stood up, seized the dessert tray, pulled three absolutely beautiful dessert plates off and placed them in front of Mike and Jennifer, and carried his three out of the room. The whipped cream was just beginning to melt against the steam escaping the mincemeat pie.

“I’ve never seen him like this,” said Mike. He picked up the ten slips. “Coupons for a romantic dinner for two, here at Machiavelli’s!”

[end of chapter 14; chapter 15 will begin in about two weeks.]

 

[Herr D]

“Fainted” is your most interesting posing and very good work. “Parasite” is a great alternate angle / view not seen very often in hm.

I think you’ll do very well here.

[Herr D]

Maaz? Nice work. An interesting note here is that lone serial killers normally tend to their own ethnicity. A second interesting note is that most people say they are happier getting paid to do what they’d do for free anyway . . .

 

Pick 3. And hide your ethnicity–never know who might be watching.

[Herr D]

Thanx, Cliff. Hope your recovery goes well.

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The first alien OB Team at Cross Pines Hospital during their historic first delivery of an Ukuran litter. From right, equipment techs O’Shea and Brown, consulting chemist Sandias, OB surgeon Lucas, RN Jensen, and perfusionist Soong, the discoverer that human saliva is poisonous to Ukurans.
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[Herr D]

Thanx, Cliff. Sorry ev1 for the delay. (Rough season) To close Mon 10/27 6pm EST and judged hopefully within 4 hours.

btw, Maaz? Liked your blurb about a Gump-ish Jedi pirate . . .

2nd color green and panel location for clarity.

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Stulte wrote:

Well that creeped me the hell out. Really love the reflection in the eyeball.

Thanx. The insurance adjustor / mine inspector in question has no current suspicion against him, even after his specific suggestions to a few foremen were noticed. Odd earthquake activity has been noticed in Virginia.

@RobM: Thanx. And yes, the squirrels are VERY active right now. Unfortunately I’m being constantly yanked away from here.

 

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Also, there are how-to sections and custom items, including backgrounds, for your use.

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[crackling footsteps, miner’s headlamp cuts through the darkness]

“Okay. I’ve made the list. There will be six people working in a tunnel just east of this location. That’s your quota total. We agreed that if you have that total we get another rich vein–eighteen months’ double workload for the whole company and a hint of great wealth further east. Remember–it’s got to look natural and likely enough that the geologists don’t question it.

I’ve hand-picked the men. They’re in good health and have no wives or children that I know of. They’ll still be a big loss. No suffering, right?”

[a single, short burst of air, an audible ‘whuff’]

“Thanks.”   [retreating footsteps]

 

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“Aunt ‘Tilda? What’s this picture?”

“It’s of a miracle, dear. I had what I thought was a horrible day once. I joined a parade for my school.”

“You were in a parade?”

“I did! I was ten years old, and we were trying to raise money through the school for a new dog shelter. I had to wear a hot, scratchy uniform that didn’t fit, I couldn’t walk with the tuba that I wanted to play, the trombone I COULD play fell apart–”

“What did you do?”

“I went to pick up the slide that had fallen and a dog jumped out of this alley and started tearing up my hat! My mother ran up to me, scaring the dog back, picked up my ruined hat and the slide, and said, ‘The show must go on!'”

“What happened then?”

“She put my hat back on and I marched the rest of the way with the band. I couldn’t put the trombone back together. It was bent. I was crying while we stood at the end of the parade with people taking pictures of me in my ruined hat, with my ruined trombone, and I felt just awful.

Then the next day the local newspaper sold five times as many copies as usual. The money was raised for a new dog shelter, our school got new band uniforms, a leash law was passed, I was given a brand new trombone, and three different people I didn’t even know brought brownies by the house for us to eat. I still had to walk in those awful parades, but my cousin, one of the new dogcatchers, was always there at the end of them with a glass of lemonade or hot chocolate waiting for me.”

“And that’s a miracle?”

“I think so, dear.”

 

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[Herr D]

Rrrr. Well. I’m actually startled. Your shines, reflections, and shadows make sense everywhere except the torso side facing us. That bright area lit by whatever is pushing the cat’s shadow away from us should blend into the area on it’s back. That sharp line could normally only be explained by a perfect coincidental angle that always looks wrong in a picture or a boundary created by a bone ridge, protruding dander line (raggedy,) or some prismatic or mirage effect.

I personally would have made the cat JUST backlit and had a darker cat. Much easier. But you love your pastels, right? Blend the two areas with some more gradients, I guess.

[Herr D]

You can go on being predictable and posting late. We don’t mind. Just so we get to see them.

[Herr D]

Sorry man! Rough season for me . . . always give a full week. So, 10/15’s good. You can announce the time cutoff too if you like; I do.

[Herr D]

Made this for Hairy’s blog, the episode where ‘Shelob did it.’ A good point was made.

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“Why Flying Heroines Shouldn’t Wear Short Skirts” –The name says it all.

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Snap work for Hairy. Explains the term ‘Window Shopping.’

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[Herr D]

Hairy Deewon requested this for his blog. It took a while, but it gave me a perverse sense of enjoyment.

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You have come a long way. The smoke / vapor from the guns might be a bit more translucent–have you played with Alpha?

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Wow. I didn’t think I’d see this much, this good, this fast. Do you have any more custom backgrounds coming out?

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