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In the replies you'll find some I've taken recently. I could have put them all in this post, but I don't have the webspace to host them, nor do I know enough HTML to make em inline with the descriptive captions.  So, just go click away on the replies if ya want.
"But he that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail."
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Scene IV
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Simon was a little soccer-boy, eight years old, who died of cancer in 1999. In his memory, a tree was planted near the soccer field, and there is also a commemorative plaque with a dedication. This tree was just a small one when I first saw it, barely any higher than me. Now it's about 2.5 times as tall already, and will get even taller this summer.
The wide view pic is what the tree looked like last summer with all its leaves. I think it was the first "real" pic I took with the camera. Certainly the first I took and saved. The other two are of the tree this spring.
"But he that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail."
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Scene IV
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One of my best friends got a son in january, his name is Leonard, so he is another garlic-eating death monkey with a battle rating of 9.9!  ...Of course, he needs to grow some, as he's only like 70cm long at most I would think. 
We have the proud father in the background in the O_o picture!
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"But he that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail."
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Scene IV
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This is another long-standing friend of mine. We got to know one another in the summer of 1987 I believe, and a little while ago I was invited to his 30th birthday party, except he actually turned 30 in december last year. He and one of his classmates from highschool decided to do a thing together and rented a large room for parties, complete with stage, sound system and a bar (plus a very old non-working flipper machine which I wish I'd snapped a pic of).
Trying to get the flipper machine to work was like an adventure game on the computer. I come into the side-room where it is standing, there's a small nook off to the left with a toilet, a set of doors with glass windows on the right leading to the table and chairs store room (a small place since everything folds up and doesn't take up much space). Ahead, in front of the windows are a couch and two armchairs, or two couches and one armchair, I don't remember which, along with a table. All old and a bit worn. The flipper machine is pushed up to the wall right next to the entrance, with the power cord hanging down over the scoreboard, obviously not connected to a wall socket.
I start looking around, looking for what I need, but don't find anything. There's a wall socket in the storage room, but the cord on the flipper machine is too short, even if it is moved across the room as close to the doors to the storage room as it will go. I look around for an extension. On the far end of the small stage, there's another small nook with a door to a lunchroom. In there is an extension cord, but it is broken! a plastic connection box halfway down the length of the cord has been screwed open, the lid is missing and frayed copper cable-ends pokes right up!
I grab the cord and show it to my handy friend (the bearded fella with the new baby - he is Norwegian by the way), he knows how to fix things. My friend works servicing computers, installing networks etc and always carries a small Norwegian fishing knife with a short blade, ideal to use as a screwdriver. He starts to fix the broken extension cord and asks me to go find tape. I walk outside into the main room and immediately the hostess of the party - my friend's girlfriend - asks me if I can take that roll of tape which hangs taped to the back of a chair over to the bar...! I say, of course I can! ...After a small detour back to the flipper machine to finish fixing the extension cord of course!
I get back with the tape, my friend uses it to tape a bit of black plastic he found lying around as a cover on the connection box to protect the exposed wiring inside. We plug everything in, and the flipper machine lights up!
Still, it doesn't work.  My friend fiddles around inside, there's a broken fuse he discovers, but no spare fuses of that ampere rating. He steals one 5A fuse from another place and sticks it where the broken one was. Lo and behold, the machine starts to ALMOST work! We play some, and then we want to fix it more, so my friend sticks a 10A fuse where the 5A fuse used to go. The machine doesn't like that, it decides to stop working again, even if the 10A fuse is removed once more... Oh well. At least we got to play it a little!
Now, here is my friend with the banjo (which he got as a present during the evening).
"But he that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail."
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Scene IV
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This is the craziest bike I've ever had the pleasure of riding on. The suspension makes it very smooth even on gravel, and the pedals gives incredible torque when using the smallest front gear! It's easy to lift the front wheel off the ground just by pushing my feet down.
It WAS a lot of money, but damn, I have to say it was worth it.
Please note the air vanes under the saddle; do NOT!!! ask me what they are for!  )
"But he that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail."
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Scene IV
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Then I take a pic of it.
"But he that hath the steerage of my course,
direct my sail."
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act One, Scene IV
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