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GENERATION RX

Common Radius Films is a private documentary and media development company based in Vancouver, British Columbia. GENERATION RX marks the first film partnership between the company and international award-winning writer/producer/director Kevin P. Miller. This film explores how children have been caught in the middle of an unprecedented change in Western culture: that of drugging children with psychiatric medications earlier — and more often than ever before.

GENERATION RX has already garnered the support of some of the most respected names in Hollywood, including writer/director Paul Haggis, who won back-to-back Academy Awards for "Million Dollar Baby," and "Crash." GENERATION RX, Mr. Haggis said, "is a powerful and often chilling eye-opener. Weeks after viewing, the stories continue to haunt me."

GENERATION RX is scheduled for release in 2008.

12:15 Uhr:
Wie beschissen der Stream mal wieder ist. Respekt. :/

10:30 Uhr:
Was bei diesem Event so überaus interessant ist, sind die Begegnungen der sogenannten Oldschool vs. Newsschool Player. Letztere weisen einen deutlich anderen Style auf - aggressiver, schneller, aimlastiger. Ob ihnen das gegen die kühlen Köpfe der langjähigen Spieler hilft, ist schwer zu beantworten. Von czm und ZeRo4 hörte man die letzten Monate über recht wenig. Zwar sind Public Games aufgetaucht, wo sie das eine oder andere mal von Newschoolern 'zerlegt' wurden, aber das hat wenig zu sagen. Es ist ein großer Unterschied, ob man daheim in seinem gemütlichen Sessel zockt, oder auf einer Lan mit tausenden an Leuten, von denen viele einen auch noch beobachten. Die alten Gamer kennen das bereits, sind abgebrühter, konzentrierter und lassen sich nicht so leicht aus der Ruhe bringen.

Dennoch: Spieler wie k1llsen, cypher, rapha oder voO konnten schon früher - v.a. VoO in Painkiller - beweisen, dass sie große Talente sind. Auch noctis (aka Silenoz) wurde gerade in den ESReality Foren stark gehypt, sodass man gespannt sein darf, wie gut er sich tatsächlich durchsetzen kann auf dem Event.

Abschließend möchte ich eoe.d1ablo zitieren:

"Damn, this is going to be one of the best Quake tournaments in the history..."

04. JULI, 10:00 Uhr:
Die ESWC Masters of Paris starten genau jetzt, die ersten Spiele wird es jedoch erst morgen ab 09:00 Uhr geben. Aber vielleicht gibt's ein paar Practice Games. :)

GTV IP wird gepostet, sobald verfügbar!

• Friday: 10.00 A.M. for the ESWC MASTERS gamers and 12.00 A.M. for the public
• Saturday: 9.00 A.M. for the ESWC MASTERS gamers and 10.00 A.M. for the public
• Sunday: 9.00 A.M. for the ESWC MASTERS gamers and 10.00 A.M. for the public

Es werden einige Streams zur Verfügung gestellt, mit denen ihr Live die Spiele verfolgen könnt. Eine Übersicht aller Turniere, nebst Brackets, sind hier zu finden.

BTW: Laut fox (der übrigens nun bei dem belgischen Clan LowLandLions spielt) wird ProZaC nicht teilnehmen am Event. Ticketkosten zu hoch oder so...

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• Gruppen @ Q3
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IRC: #eswc, Quakenet

Lately, I've been really down. The relationship, the new job, the no friends. Money, diets and creative block. Obviously the point of this blog and the goals for this year were to overcome that. To get things together and find inner peace and happiness. But I have these days, where honestly all I want to do is sleep so that I don't have to deal with life. And I know, my life's not that bad, but I'm so beaten down and tired I just can't function. And I find that these days are much more often... and I feel like time is just blowing by while I hang out in this bubble of bleh.

I talk to my mom often and she's been through a lot of depression. She continues to suggest anti-depressants. She told me that many times she's been extremely depressed for no reason (apparently it runs in the family). She told me, "here I am with this wonderful loving husband, a beautiful new baby and a great home... but all I feel is sadness." For me, that's not comparable. I feel like I have a number of specific things that need to change or get fixed. Then she said to me, "well maybe you just need them to be ABLE to make those changes."

And so on days like yesterday and today... I wonder if maybe she's right. The days feel more frequent, and with losing more time to another crappy job, I wonder if I will have ANYTHING left at all to make things happen. I have so much inside of me that needs to come out. I have so much I want to do... and I've spent so much time unable to do anything. I'm tired of feeling this way, but I have a deeply engrianed resistance to anti-depressents. I feel like I can fix this myself. I've always been able to, I've always handled my life... but suddenly I feel like I'm not doing such a good job, and I wonder...

It's all gone. Out of my system. Thank God. I feel much better, although I sometimes miss that stop-action grudge movie feeling.

The sponsors of a medical cannabis initiative appearing on South Dakota’s ballot in November are suing the state Attorney General over his misleading summary of the initiative, apparently designed to encourage a negative reaction in voters. The AG must write a neutral summary of each state ballot initiative. In this case, his first act was to rename the measure.

"An act to provide safe access to medical marijuana for certain qualified persons," became "An Initiative to authorize marijuana use for adults and children with specified medical conditions."
August 2006 (source)

It’s curious that the greatest - or at least the loudest - love for children is proclaimed by those who display a general distrust of progress and freedom.
Groups seeking to control individual behaviour, undermine civil rights or impose a moral code on society will frequently broadcast their own sincere desire to protect young folk from real or imaginary threats, habitually invoking ‘the children’ to justify each new restriction.
If the safety of children is at stake, who could possibly object to laws that curtail privacy, individual choice and basic liberty?

The need to protect the young is biological, a basic principle of survival seen in most animals. In people, the instinct is more refined; it applies to our species in general and is not limited to our own children. Because it is a rational decision based on a powerful unconscious imperative, the protective urge can be irrational in its expression and has a long and unfortunate tradition of being used to manipulate people.

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I went to Target and bought pregnancy tests.  I plan on testing on Saturday when I'll be 12 dpo.

On one hand I want the result to be negative:

1. My bro is coming into town and we can go out and party.  
2.  I haven't finished my miscarriage workup. 
3. I wasn't on model behavior during the two week wait (2ww) the way I usually am.  Ugh, STRESS.
4. I'm on Prozac.  Even though my shrink says it's okay to be pregnant and on Prozac it scares me.
5. I can't deal with another miscarriage.

On the other hand, I'd be tickled if it were positive (but riddled with anxiety).

Let me sit here and stress out about this some more.

As per Greg Nickels

Our water is safe to drink 

Antidepressants

Yesterday. She was very sorry, you see, because they are going to loose their second house, they have to sell one of their cars, and fire the cleaning lady, and get rid of me, their sole employee.

Did I mention she is having baby #3 next month?
Yeah.

And she kept saying

"i'm so sorry, so sorry"
and standing there with a sad look on her face while I TRY TO MAKE HER feel better about it

"its okay, I understand you have to," I say, trying not to cry.

"I'm so sorry" "I'm really sorry"
as my nose turns red, and my eyes water up.

"it's ok, really, I'll be fine"

"oh no. now I made you cry. I'm so sorry"

"stop saying that!"

AAArgh.
Her kids were crying so she left to go soothe them, and I burst into tears as I packed up the day's orders and made shipping labels.

So...
I left early and went straight home to cry on the couch, and then took 4 ativans, which made me feel like a freightliner filled with bricks (and gave me a headache this morning) and watched tv until bedtime, where I swiftly fell asleep.

This morning, slightly hungover, I feel... a bit numb.

All this work I have been doing for the last couple of weeks, new thoughts of possitive thinking, new medication (he added wellbutrin to get rid of some pesky sexual side effects) and new outlook... I was doing better. I was able to sleep at night and wake up and get things done at work, and generally (not all the time) be alright.

Now I hit this wall.
I have two weeks.
I don't know if I can handle the job search.
I don't know if I want to work for someone
I just want to get in my car and drive and drive and drive.
I never want to work again.

I just want to go back to bed, but alas.... I am here at work... for now.

I wrote MPS a love letter this morning.  Here's a line from that letter, "Sometimes the love is so overwhelming that I feel like a wave has crashed over me and I'm drowning happily in you." He makes me so very happy.  My friends make me so very happy.  My life in this cosmopolitan city make me so very happy.

Being on this path to getting pregnant, I sometimes feel like I have limited vision.  I get so consumed with wanting to achieve a goal that I forget what it is that makes me happy.  Do I really want a baby, now at 28? 

I'm a very self absorbed girl.  My life is about me and MPS.  He works a ton; thus, I socialize a ton.  My life is good.  Dare I say it feels pretty fulfilled and complete.  A baby is going to change everything.  Will I feel trapped with a little one? 

I am in this wonderful state of bliss.  Is this a fake happiness created in my Prozac world?

Whee...El sábado. Qué día. Supuestamente iba a ir a una junta de los Niggers de Ippai, pero cometí el horrible error de no haber comido nada, y en el Warm-up me tomé una botella de Smirnoff Triple Distilled que se me mezcló in a bad way con una fluoxi que me había tomado antes. Resultado: 15 Horas seguidas de sueño, un gigantesco blackout mental (No recuerdo casi nada) y amanecí sin poder moverme, al otro día, con una parka que nunca supe quién me puso. En fin, not funny.

So kids, remember. Don't mix SSRI's with Booze. It kills your party mood.