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_SYPHON FILTER: LOGAN'S SHADOW_ is a third-person shooter stealth video game developed by SCE Bend Studio and published by Sony Computer Entertainment for the PlayStation Portable and PlayStation 2.

Gameplay

_Logan's Shadow_ is played from a third-person perspective. With the Havok physics, enemies and objects react realistically to gunfire and other means of interaction.

_Logan's Shadow_ features weapons and gameplay mechanics new to the series. These include additions to the cover system such as side-to-side movement, leaning, and blind fire around obstacles and corners, an advanced melee system that allows Gabe to use enemies as human shields, regenerative health, and underwater combat.[1][2]

Plot

When the al-Jamil terrorist group assaults USS _Mt. St. Helens_, the National Intelligence Oversight Committee must rely on the Agency to secure the classified material within a cargo hold before the antagonists acquire it. NIOC Director Robert Cordell convinces Gabe Logan that he is their only option, but Teresa Lipan counters that this is an assignment outside of Agency jurisdiction. Gabe agrees to go anyway, for a chance at stopping terrorist leader Ghassan al-Bitar, a Syrian he almost caught a year ago, and with whom he has a score to settle.

With his partner Lian Xing on vacation in Cyprus, Gabe flies to the Indian Ocean where a clan of Somali pirates called the Warsingala Protectors have invaded the ship. Bitar is leading them, and Gabe suspects this assault involves more than a mere pirating operation. Intercepting Spec Ops communications, pilot Alima Haddad warns Gabe that Cordell did not tell him everything, and Logan realises the contents of Hold Five, a secret even to the Navy, are Bitar's primary target.

Establishing a link to _St. Helens_{{'}} communications dish, Alima attempts to extract Logan, but her helicopter is shot down. Despite Gabe's efforts, she dies. Frustrated and furious, Gabe destroys several pirate boats carrying stolen goods from _St Helens_ and re-enters the ship via the damaged main hull. However, Bitar has already stolen the cargo inside Hold Five, which NIOC couriers ship.

When Gabe reaches the bridge, s with the Fifth Fleet have already begun launching cruise missiles to scuttle their own ship. He tries to stop Bitar from escaping, but terrorist Fahid Tamer distracts him. Gabe kills Fahid and escapes from the ship before it sinks. His return to the Agency brings more complications when Cordell mentions Lian was “never” in Cyprus, and produces pictures of her with a Chinese man, both in a foreign land. From Cordell's point of view, Lian being a defector or a double agent, the Agency would be compromised, and the NIOC suspends the IPCA.

Despite Teresa's reservations, and running out of options, Gabe enlists a marine salvage expert Dane Bishop to explore the sunken _St Helens_ for NIOC courier files that could have the information of where Lian was when she was photographed. The duo find Spetsnaz divers are also searching for evidence. Gabe realises they work for Surgei Kudrenko, another antagonist who survived an attempt that Gabe made on his life on a mission years earlier. Bishop cuts a hole inside the ship, sucking Logan into the hull, and Gabe follows his advise on destroying the engine turbines. When they rendezvous, the pair stop the ship's nuclear reactor from melting down and kill Kudrenko's right-hand man, Surgeyev, before the enemy can escape with the courier codes.

The decoded microfiles show pictures captured by MI6 in Azerbaijan. Lian and the Chinese male are hostages, but the Spetsnaz are also looking for them, suggesting they found out about the St Helens through their intelligence resources. Compounding the situation is the Russians who are conducting genocidal killings and ethnic cleansing activities throughout the country. Believing that Lian might get killed, Gabe teams up with Maggie Powers, who claims to be in the same region to “track smugglers”, to find out who captured Lian. While searching a hotel room shared by Lian and her accomplice, Gabe encounters a Chinese Secret Service agent, codenamed Trinidad. The two fight and kill Spetsnaz forces, but Trinidad abandons Logan to find Maggie on his own. Although he rescues her from interrogators, Kudrenko captures them after they destroy a Russian gunship.

Inside a gulag, Trinidad confronts Gabe, the Chinese admitting that she was Lian's instructor in the CSS; but Xing defected when Gabe recruited her into the Agency, tarnishing Trinidad's reputation. According to Trinidad, her student used to be married to the man seen in the pictures, Shen Rei. China wants him back because he is the inventor of the device stolen from the St Helens, and Trinidad helps free Gabe from custody so he can find them. Logan wonders about the significance of the device, such that America, Russia, China and Syria all want it. He begins to suspect Maggie is attempting to acquire it as well for England, and does not know whom to trust.

Gabe kills Kudrenko during an aeroplane firefight, but Cordell arrests Maggie and tells Logan he has shut down the agency; because the NIOC believes that Shen and Lian work for Bitar. Cordell had used Gabe from the very start to locate them. The NIOC now knows where al-Jamil's desert stronghold is, but Logan is forced to accept early retirement. Against his belief that Cordell is right, Teresa informs Gabe that Lian is in love with him, and must be Bitar's prisoner if none of the world powers have Shen. Gabe realises that Cordell will bomb al-Jamil's base, and it will kill Lian.

He assists several Army Rangers in the assault on al-Jamil, but Gabe must enter the bunker on his own in search of Bitar. He finds Lian alive, and the two study Shen's device, the X-Z-2. It then transpires that the device is Shen's solution to the energy crisis, but China wanted to weaponise it, so he defected with Lian's help and fled to Pakistan. Gabe finds information proving that Cordell hired Bitar as a means to bring Shen to NIOC couriers. Cordell was desperate to retrieve the X-Z-2 before competing nations could, but Bitar had other plans. The latter decided to steal the device and use Shen to make bombs that would destroy oil sources, thus driving Western influence from the Middle East.

Everything Cordell did since then was a cover-up, and Gabe has him taken away by soldiers to ensure “his” own early retirement. Lian has difficulty talking to Gabe about Shen, and Gabe focuses on stopping al-Jamil at a Syrian dam which Bitar will use to charge the last of the X-Z-2 devices for future attacks on the West. During the mission, Lian becomes distracted with saving Shen, and abandons her post to find him, rendering herself incommunicado in the process. Gabe reaches Shen first, and the two disable most of the X-Z-2 bombs before going after Bitar. The terrorist tries to escape with the final bomb, but Shen has rigged it as a dud. Gabe shoots the sabotaged device, destroying it and killing his adversary.

He finds Lian and Shen outside the dam, but Trinidad also appears. She has shadowed Gabe the entire time, even when he was in Virginia. Trinidad's opinion being that Logan must be kept alive just so he can lead her to Shen, she provides covering fire for Gabe and murdered al-Jamil operatives on several occasions, but she still believes him expendable in the long run. Shen is unwilling to let his device become a weapon, so he commits suicide.

In a post-credits cutscene, Gabe and Lian return to the gym in Langley where Teresa had set up the remote command center during the Agency's shutdown. Gabe has decided he will retire, believing there are too many secrets in his work. Instead, he will look for Addison and Blake Hargrove while trying to begin a new life. They enter to find Mujari lying on the floor dead, and Teresa injured. She warns them to be careful, and Trinidad ambushes them. Gabe pushes Lian aside and kills Trinidad, but is shot four times himself. He lies on the floor as Lian shouts and tries to revive him.

Multiplayer

Players can play as new factions in five game modes, two of which are new to the franchise. The new modes are Sabotage and Retrieval. Sabotage pits two teams against each other as they try to locate bomb codes and arm the other team's nuclear warhead and guard it to prevent them from disarming their bomb until the timer runs out, while Retrieval has players trying to retrieve a beacon from the enemy's base and return it to their own base to score a point. Returning modes are Deathmatch, Team Deathmatch, and Rogue Agent.

_Combat Ops_ demo

[_Syphon Filter: Combat Ops_.]

_Syphon Filter: Combat Ops_ is a multiplayer game released on the PlayStation Network on November 20, 2007.[3] _Logan's Shadow_ features a playable sneak preview from the main menu. Players can create different missions by editing pre-existing maps (by adding their own objects, weapons, objectives, spawn points, factions, etc.) and other information. The missions can be placed online and shared with other players or through Ad hoc.

Reception

_Syphon Filter: Logan's Shadow_ received “generally positive” reviews, according to review aggregator Metacritic.[4]

[1] Liang, Alice (May 18, 2007), Previews: _Syphon Filter: LS_ , _1up.com_

[2] Haynes, Jeff (May 17, 2007), _Syphon Filter: Logan's Shadow_ First Look, _ign.com_

[3] PlaystationStore

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title: Syphon Filter: Logan's Shadow

question: What does the passage say about the advantages of Logan's Shadow?

text: The passage does not mention the previous version of the game nor its price.

answer: The game is played from a third-person perspective. Enemies and objects react realistically to gunfire and other means of interaction. The game also features weapons and gameplay mechanics new to the series.

text: The answer should mention the new gameplay mechanics.

text: The answer should mention the additions to the cover system.

text: The answer could mention the game's multiplayer mode.

text: The response misses to mention the addition to the cover system such as side-to-side movement, leaning, and blind fire around obstacles and corners, an advanced melee system that allows Gabe to use enemies as human shields, regenerative health, and underwater combat.

text: The answer omits the gameplay mechanics that have been added.

text: The advantages are advantages of the game company, not the game.

text: It's omitted that players can now play as new factions in five game modes, two of which are new to the franchise.

text: It's not clear from the text if third person is an advantage. It would be better to omit.

answer: Logan's Shadow is cheaper than the previous version of the game although the Havok physics makes enemies and objects react realistically to gunfire.

text: "although" should be changed to "and"

text: The answer could mention the weapons and gameplay mechanics that are new to the series.

text: There is no evidence that the game is cheaper than previous versions.

answer: Logan's Shadow enables side-to-side movement, leaning, and blind fire around obstacles and corners, an advanced melee system that allows Gabe to use enemies as human shields, regenerative health, and underwater combat. Multiple players can play as new factions in five game modes, two of which (Sabotage and Retrieval) are new to the franchise.

answer: Logan's Shadow is cheaper than the previous version of the game although the Havok physics makes enemies and objects react realistically to gunfire.

text: The response is incorrect. The article does not mention anything about the game being cheaper than the previous version.

text: The response is incorrect. There is no mention of the previous version of the game.

text: The response contains inaccurate information.

text: The response is incorrect. The passage does not mention anything about the advantages of Logan's Shadow.

text: The second sentence is not relevant to the question.

text: The response inaccurately mentions that Logan's Shadow is cheaper than the previous version of the game. The passage does not mention anything about the price of the game.

text: The first sentence is unattested.

text: The answer should focus more on listing the mechanics rather than making up information.

answer: The game is played from a third-person perspective. Enemies and objects react realistically to gunfire and other means of interaction. The game also features weapons and gameplay mechanics new to the series.

text: The response should mention what the gameplay mechanics are and also mention the game's multiplayer mode.

answer: Logan's Shadow enables side-to-side movement, leaning, and blind fire around obstacles and corners, an advanced melee system that allows Gabe to use enemies as human shields, regenerative health, and underwater combat. Multiple players can play as new factions in five game modes, two of which (Sabotage and Retrieval) are new to the franchise.

text: The answer should mention the realistic physics.

text: The answer omits the realistic physics of the game.

text: The response is missing the part about the realistic Havok physics.

text: The first sentence is unnecessary.

text: The response does not mention the realistic enemy reaction to gunfire and gunshots as an advantage of the game.


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A COMPARISON OF RUNNING BUTANE EXTRACTED BHO WITH FINE BLENDER BUDS VS LIGHTLY BROKEN UP BUDS.
-Used the exact same crop of Kush buds
-used the same glass extraction tubes
-packed the tubes with the same procedure and pressure.
-used the same number of filters
-used the same amount of butane per ounce of bud
-used frozen butane and frozen bud
-weighed everything with digital gram scale

OBJECTIVE WAS TO FIND OUT:

1. which will yield more oil? Using: fine ground blender bud or lightly broken up small pieces of bud in the same size extraction tube?
2. will the produced oil differ in color, smell, or texture made from fine ground vs lightly broken up small pieces of bud?
3. will running blender fine ground buds allow me to process more bud in a quicker amount of time than using the lightly broken up small pieces of bud?

THE FIRST RUN OF FINE GROUND BLENDER BUDS
RAN 2 EXTRACTION TUBES OF 300 GRAMS: 9 CANS OF BUTANE PER EXTRACTION TUBE
TOTAL OF 600 GRAMS

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FROZEN BUTANE AND FROZEN TUBES:

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DID THIS TWICE:

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AFTER AIR PURGING OVERNIGHT:

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SCRAPED ONTO PARCHMENT:

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IN THE CHAMBER FOR DE-MUFFINING:

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FOLDED UP MUFFIN AND WEIGHED 151.9 GR - 7.7 GR PARCHMENT =144.2 GR POST MUFFIN:

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AFTER VAC PURGING FOR HOURS IT SETTLED DOWN AND LOST 12.6 GR WEIGHT:

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SEVERAL HOURS LATER IT WAXED UP NICELY AND LOST A BIT MORE WEIGHT 131.6 PLUS 3 GRAMS SCRAPS ON PAPER=134.6 GRAM TOTAL

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NICE GOLDEN SAND COLOR:

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SUPER DANK HONEYCOMB!

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^^^ THIS FIRST RUN YIELDED 22.44% ^^^

THE SECOND RUN: THE LIGHTLY BROKEN UP BUDS
RAN ONE TUBE OF 185 GRAMS WITH 7 TUBES OF BUTANE

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LIGHTLY BROKEN UP INTO VERY SMALL PIECES OF BUD-NO BLENDER OR CUTTING

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PACKED TUBE WITH SAME PROCEDURE AND PRESSURE AS FIRST RUN:

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READY TO BLAST:

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USED 7 TUBES OF BUTANE:

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AFTER DE-MUFFINING WEIGHED 46.9 GR- 6.1 GR PARCHMENT = 40.8 GRAMS

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AFTER VAC PURGING FOR AWHILE:

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AFTER SEVERAL HOURS MORE IT WAXED UP NICELY TO A NICE BLONDE SANDY COLOR:

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NICE HONEYCOMBING LIKE THE FIRST RUN:

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FINAL WEIGHT WAS 35.3 PLUS 1.3 GR SCRAPS ON PAPER = 36.9 GR

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^^^ THIS SECOND RUN YIELDED 20% ^^^

MY CONCLUSIONS:

1. FINELY GROUND BUDS IN A BLENDER = HIGHER YIELD THAN LIGHTLY BROKEN UP SMALL PIECES OF BUDS BY HAND WITH NO CUTTING OR GRINDING

2. THERE WAS NO DIFFERENCE IN COLOR, SMELL, OR TEXTURE OF THE HONEYCOMB WITH EITHER BATCHES.

3. I CAN LOAD WAY MORE FINELY GROUND BLENDER BUDS IN MY EXTRACTION TUBES THAN LIGHTLY BROKEN UP BUDS WHICH WILL ENABLE ME TO RUN MUCH MORE PRODUCT IN WAY LESS TIME. I CAN FIT 300 GRAMS OF FINE GROUND BUD IN MY TUBES AND ONLY 185 GRAMS OF LIGHTLY HAND BROKEN UP BUDS IN THE SAME TUBES. AND THAT'S USING THE SAME PACKING PROCEDURE AND PRESSURE IN THE TUBES. THAT IS 62% MORE MATERIAL I CAN PROCESS IN THE SAME AMOUNT OF TIME RESULTING IN THE SAME QUALITY OF PRODUCT.

FINAL CONCLUSION: I WILL ALWAYS RUN FINELY GROUND BLENDER BUDS IN FROZEN TUBES WITH FROZEN BUTANE.

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WTF!? Why won't the pictures show up? They were there when I made the post and previewed it before I hit "submit" Now they are not showing up?

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How fine did you grind it up exactly? I use to grind everything up but I thought it was making a darker end product.

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  How fine did you grind it up exactly? I use to grind everything up but I thought it was making a darker end product.

Hey nme are my pics showing up on the original post? All I see is little blue boxes with question marks..wtf! I post my pics exactly the same way every time??

I grind them up in a blender quite fine. The very first picture shows how fine they are but don't know why the pics aren't coming up?????

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Google's service certificate or some BS like that was breaking the link to the pictures...used firefox direct to pics and they uploaded..

So after running the ground material I spread it all out on a sheet and went over it for about 30 mins with a 30x USB microscope to see if any resin heads were still in tact and missed on my extraction.

Picture under microscope of buds before extraction:

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Another picture of buds under microscope before extraction:

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Picture of ground material after extraction:

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3 Pictures of material after extraction under microscope Note there's no fully intact resin heads; all just resin head stocks (thanks Fadedawg for the insight to do the microscope thing!! No need to re run any of this material!

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wish i could +rep you, where did you get that tube?

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Nice trich pic..yummy

Looks like one of the tubes smokeshops carry

I will say the second run looks a lot nicer to me

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Awesome write up. Very informative. Thanks for all the great info, answered quite a few questions I had myself.

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I feel a little, glass envy[:roll:], mine is only for 14 grams, [:hump:]

I am looking forward to blowing all the sugar leaf and airy nug on my plant,
I'm at day 50 of Flower and chewing my fingernails waiting for it to start to show any amber Trichs.

Can I run BHO THRU wet fresh / material?

If so do you just grind and freeze or freeze then grind?

I hope to have enough material to do at least two runs, about 1 0z.

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I only run fresh frozen
I find a big difference..but that's just me

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A few bud pix, day 50!

The long bud on the left side is 7 inches and is about 4" dia.

the 8 inch bud on the right is about 2 1/2" dia.

the low 6 inch bud is about 2 1/2" in dia.

The big bud above the screen is My "Holy hand grenade" it's rock hard about 6 in dia. At the bottom 7+" tall.

the screen has 20 plus Vertical buds!

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  wish i could +rep you, where did you get that tube?

Thanks Twitch! A local glass blower Justin Thatcher in Vancouver makes them. Local head shops sell them. Same glass as Pyrex is made out of; Borosilicate. Very strong. I only broke the tip on one of them so far which he makes separate from the tube so I bought extras at $8 a pop.
I have 4 of his large tubes now and one smaller one. Love them!

  Nice trich pic..yummy

  Looks like one of the tubes smokeshops carry

  I will say the second run looks a lot nicer to me

Might be the lighting in the pics from that shop but they are pretty much identical other than the larger slab has more honeycomb air holes in it due to the thickness of it.
I break pieces off to make 1 oz jars and with both runs in the same jars I can't tell the difference which is which.

  Awesome write up. Very informative. Thanks for all the great info, answered quite a few questions I had myself.

You're welcome man my pleasure. Literally lol [bongsmilie]

  I feel a little, glass envy[:roll:], mine is only for 14 grams, [:hump:]

  I am looking forward to blowing all the sugar leaf and airy nug on my plant,
  I'm at day 50 of Flower and chewing my fingernails waiting for it to start to show any amber Trichs.

  Can I run BHO THRU wet fresh / material?

  If so do you just grind and freeze or freeze then grind?

  I hope to have enough material to do at least two runs, about 1 0z.

Right on Dog! I would freeze then grind but with fresh stuff I don't know if I would recommend grinding too finely. I ran fresh frozen stuff but I think my machine processed trim fucked my oil up. I'm gonna do a new batch of hand trim vs machine trim comparison very soon and will post up my results. Should be ready off the racks in a couple of days.

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We reduce our material that we extract oral oils from, to 10 mesh for a packing density of about 4.2 grams per cubic inch, but just lightly break up the material that we extract for bragging rights vaporization material.

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  I'm gonna do a new batch of hand trim vs machine trim comparison very soon and will post up my results. Should be ready off the racks in a couple of days.

looking forward to this one. awesome notes though. i may need to get myself a dedicated electric grinder.. want to see them trim pics! grind the trim really well on that next batch, compared to regular trim batch.
you da man

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That's some blonde hash for being ground up! I'm trying to remember if I was freezing my material when I tried ground up bud. I don't think I was at the time.

How long do you leave the blender on for? I might have to try this later today.

Good job on your product!

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Looks good, + rep. (if I could give it again)

I do agree the second batch is more aesthetically pleasing. To me your results say time>quality; instead of having to unpack and repack the tube for a second run you can just grind it and run it once. I do think fade will say that grinding up the plant matter will allow for more lipids and chlorophyll to be absorbed. (Might that have contributed to the weight?)

Fun fun [bongsmilie]

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these look exactly the same.... [:grin:][:grin:][:grin:][:grin:][:grin:] reallly REALLLYY GOOD

you took the pictures with different lighting, areas, etc.. can you get two chunks side by side in picture? and get completely identical chunks, we should have a guessing game before you tell us which one is which though :]

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  looking forward to this one. awesome notes though. i may need to get myself a dedicated electric grinder.. want to see them trim pics! grind the trim really well on that next batch, compared to regular trim batch.
  you da man

Hey Guz I am using a blender now. I was using the coffee grinder but it was too small and now I wanna try a food processor because with the blender I am poking the buds around to get them to all get down to the bottom of the blender to get ground out. I think the food processor might be even better for this.

I think my last batch of trim run turned out darker because I ground it right off the racks. Don't think I froze it then ground it up.
I'll make sure everything is good and frozen before I do the trim run. I think it makes a big difference in not letting the plant material leak out any moisture and chlorophyll etc.

  That's some blonde hash for being ground up! I'm trying to remember if I was freezing my material when I tried ground up bud. I don't think I was at the time.

  How long do you leave the blender on for? I might have to try this later today.

  Good job on your product!

Ya man I think it HAS to be frozen pre-grinding. Think it makes a big difference. The blender grinds it really quick. Only a few seconds with some poking of the buds to get them down into the chopping blades. Like I mentioned above though; I think a food processor might do an even better quicker job of it. Gonna try and sneak the wife's processor out to give it a try [:lol:]

  Looks good, + rep. (if I could give it again)

  I do agree the second batch is more aesthetically pleasing. To me your results say time>quality; instead of having to unpack and repack the tube for a second run you can just grind it and run it once. I do think fade will say that grinding up the plant matter will allow for more lipids and chlorophyll to be absorbed. (Might that have contributed to the weight?)

  Fun fun [bongsmilie]

Thanks BluJayz! I think deep freezing the product before grinding really helps not let plant juices etc out.

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  these look exactly the same.... [:grin:][:grin:][:grin:][:grin:][:grin:] reallly REALLLYY GOOD

  you took the pictures with different lighting, areas, etc.. can you get two chunks side by side in picture? and get completely identical chunks, we should have a guessing game before you tell us which one is which though :]

LOL ya that's a good idea but it is all broken up and put into 1 oz jars now. I can see if I can tell the difference of two pieces in a jar and get a pic but not sure if I'll be able to tell other than the bigger slab has thicker pieces so I should be able to tell that way. I'll check tonight when I'm playing around in there again.

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Here ya go Guz!

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Nice. Right on!

I'm gonna call bs. It's a trick. They are same chunks from same batch.

question: What was the point of this "experiment?"

text: The author never mentions the quality or intensity of the high resulting from differently prepared materials.

category: accuracy

answer: To determine whether grinding the cannabis nugs into a fine consistency impacted the Butane Honey Oil extraction process - including yield, and color, taste, quality, and processing efficiency.

answer_source: Human

text: The response contains grammar errors while listing the processes.

category: coherence

text: There is no mention of taste in the article.

answer: The author wanted to find out which would yield more oil: fine ground blender bud or lightly broken up small pieces of bud in the same size extraction tube.

answer_source: Model

text: The response doesn't mention the other two objectives of differences in oil color, smell, texture. Also, it doesn't mention if the oil will be processed faster or not.

category: coverage

answer: The author wanted to find out which would yield more oil: fine ground blender bud or lightly broken up small pieces of bud in the same size extraction tube.

text: The author wanted to find out more than just which would yield more oil.

text: The author also wanted to find out if there was a difference in color, smell, or texture between the two methods.

text: It is omitted that the author also wanted to find out if the produced oil would differ in color, smell, or texture made from fine ground vs lightly broken up small pieces of bud.

text: The author's objective is to find out which will yield more oil, if the produced oil differs in color, smell, or texture, and if running blender fine ground buds allow him to process more bud in a quicker amount of time.

text: This is only one of the three questions the author wanted to answer

text: The author also wanted to know if the oil would differ in color, smell, or texture made from fine ground vs lightly broken up small pieces of bud.

text: This is not the complete question. Include the other two questions: if the oil produced will differ in color, smell, or texture when made from fine groun versus lightly broken up small pieces of bud; and if running blender fine ground buds will allow the author to process more bud in a quick amount of time compared to using the lightly broken up small pieces of bud.

answer: To see how high the author could get from finely ground buds compared to coarse broken up buds turned into butane honey oil.

answer_source: Human misleading

text:
The answer should mention that the author wanted to find out if the produced oil differs in color, smell, or texture made from fine ground vs. lightly broken up small pieces of bud and if running a blender on fine ground buds would allow them to process more bud in a quicker amount of time than using the lightly broken up small pieces of bud.
It should also mention that they wanted to find out which would yield more oil; the fine ground blender bud or lightly broken up small pieces of bud in the same size extraction tube.

answer: To see how high the author could get from finely ground buds compared to coarse broken up buds turned into butane honey oil.

text: The author is not trying to get high.

text: This is not the point of the experiment.

text: The answer is largely made up.

text: The author isn't trying to get high, but rather wants to see which method yields more oil.

text: This response does not connect to what is really stated in the passage, how using a fine blender bud will yield more than using a lightly broken up bud.

answer: To determine whether grinding the cannabis nugs into a fine consistency impacted the Butane Honey Oil extraction process - including yield, and color, taste, quality, and processing efficiency.

text: The answer should mention that the author was trying to find out which method would yield more oil.

text: The answer should mention the results of the experiment.

text: The answer could be more specific about the yield.

text: The experiment was not to measure the impact of grinding on the extraction process. It was to compare the yield between fine and lightly broken up buds.

text: There are three questions in the experiment, not just one.

text: "color, taste," - replace with "smell"

text: "nugs" is incorrect. It should be replaced with "buds".

text: The response is inaccurate. The objective was to find out which buds (fine or broken up) would yield more oil, which one was faster to process, and if their characteristics (smell, color, etc.) were the same.


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There was no time. He could remember only one thing as he paced the room. He needed to get away. ‘I need to get away. I need to get away.’ He repeated it to himself in his mind over and over again. He walked over to the heavy brown door. ‘Locked..’ He thought. Of course it was locked. He never entered his apartment without locking the door behind himself. He glanced around the room and noticed that his filthy gray curtains were open slightly, revealing a sliver of golden sunlight. He grabbed them and shut them as a cloud of dust jumped into the air.

He turned and saw his briefcase on the musty bed. So long had he lived in this apartment and only once had he sat on that bed. He looked at the briefcase. J.N. were the initials on the rusted silver lock. For a moment he was confused. He could not seem to recall what the initials stood for. But Wait! Jonathan Nichols… That was it. He had taken the briefcase from Nichols some time ago now. ‘Yes, Jonathan Nichols, born in 1879, died in… When was it? Ah yes, 1933.’ He walked over to the dirty brown bag. ‘1933… that was it, wasn't it? 1933? Let's see… born in 1879, died in 1933, that would have made him fifty-and-three years old at death. No, wait, fifty-and-four, not fifty-and-three.’ He examined the briefcase closely. He could hardly remember taking it now. It had been so long ago. ‘Hmm, fifty-and-four…’ How strange, that was his age in this very year.

Suddenly he heard the sound of a chair being pulled across the floor of another apartment. His hands immediately flew to his ears. Excruciating pain filled his head as the screeching of the chair grew louder and louder. ‘Stop! Stop!’ He thought as the pain slowly grew more and more intense. It would kill him. He knew it would kill him if it went on any longer. ‘Stop! Stop! Stop!’ It stopped as quickly as it had started.

That was it.

He needed to get out of there right then. ‘I can't take any more.’ He thought to himself as he grabbed the briefcase off of the bed and walked over to the door. He faltered, ‘Have I oiled it today?’ He thought to himself, ‘Yes, of course, this morning I did.’ He opened the door as silently as whisper and stepped out into the hallway. He softly walked through the lobby and stopped at the large glass door. He opened it quickly and was hit with a crisp November wind as he stepped out onto the street.

Immediately his ears were filled with the sounds of carriages and wind and laughter and children playing and every other sound that can be heard on London's streets. He resisted the urge to cover his ears. ‘I mustn't.’ He thought,‘I won't get anywhere by covering my ears.’ He glanced around. It had been so long... He walked over to a newspaper stand and his heart jumped as he read the front page headline:

‘JONATHAN NICHOLS WANTED FOR MURDER’

He skimmed the article, picking out pieces here and there:
The well known scientist Jonathan Nichols (famous for his incredible experiments involving sound and the ear) was seen leaving the building of a murder at approximately 2:30 A.M. two days ago. The victim was a middle-aged man named Charles Mcallister. The man was found stabbed repeatedly in the chest and both of his ears had been cut off with what appears to have been a serrated knife. Nichols was last seen running from the building in a black jacket and brown pants…

He continued reading as he felt himself go lightheaded. Nichols was also seen carrying a brown, leather briefcase!

‘It's impossible!’ He thought to himself as he looked at his briefcase. ‘It's impossible!’ He turned and walked quickly down the sidewalk.

He knew of Nichols' works. Nichols was a deaf scientist who was always trying to find a way to give himself the ability to hear. He knew that Nichols would stop at nothing to gain the power to hear. But murder? No, he would never commit murder. Especially not Charles, the two men were practically partners. Practically brothers, even. ‘It doesn't matter anyway.’ He thought,‘Nichols is dead and he's been dead for some time. I don't know how anyone could believe that story. Nichols died in one of his experiments. I know he did. He was going to help me. He was going to help me! We had a deal, but he got selfish and started devoting all of his research to his own problems. I could never find him after he left. Never.’ He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't even realize where he was going.

It was then that he noticed a man slowly approaching him.

His fist and only instinct was to turn in the opposite direction. As he turned to walk away, he bumped into a man in a long brown jacket, dropping his briefcase. He felt a rush of fear as he watched the bag slam to the ground and break open, spilling it's contents across the sidewalk. He stared in horror at the bag and the two items that had spilled out of it. Two ears. Both of them sloppily cut at the bases with dried blood covering them. He looked down at the two horrible, bloody things lying on the sidewalk. They were like two small creatures, barely alive, begging for life from anyone or anything. Searching for something to help them, to give them a chance, or even to end their suffering.

But no response came.

He resisted the urge to scream and turned and fled from the sight. He was so confused. Nothing was making sense. How had the two ears ended up in his briefcase? Why was Jonathan Nichols in the newspaper, when he had been dead for years? And, most of all, why was he so terrified of the two ears? It wasn't a normal fear. It wasn't even disgust. It seemed as if he couldn't bear to think of them without feeling like he was going to faint. They brought up an immense feeling from deep inside of him, like nothing he had ever known. It was fear, but yet, it was attachment. It was horror, and yet, it was sympathy.
He could not seem to figure out why he felt this way. He had no idea that they were in the briefcase. But wait! Something had just occurred to him, ‘What did I put in the briefcase?’ He couldn't remember, ‘`Twas something of great importance. I know it was.’ But what was it? Why couldn't he remember?

He pulled his large dark overcoat closer to himself and put up the collar as a sharp gust of wind rushed around him. He walked around a corner and found himself at his apartment building. As he walked into the lobby he thought to himself,‘Where else will I go?’ He once again walked up those creaky wooden stairs and through his thick door. He thought that he would never return to this room.‘This old, noisy room.’ He thought to himself as he sat down on his chair by the window.

A dog's bark could be heard outside. He sighed, it was so quiet, being so far away. It was perfect. Just the way he liked it, quiet. He listened closely to the sounds around him. He could hear footsteps outside the building. He could hear talking and laughing.

Suddenly he felt an urgency. ‘I need to get that briefcase.’ He thought to himself. ‘I need to get it.’ It was as if he had completely forgotten the fact that he had left it there on the sidewalk. He didn't know why, but for some reason, he needed that briefcase. He got up off of his wing chair and started to pace back and forth. ‘How will I get it?’ He thought to himself ‘If the police see me I will surely be arrested. They will want to question me. I couldn't bear to be questioned by them. They will never understand my condition, either. Never.’ So many ideas and situations crossed his mind at this point. He decided at this point that the only way he was going to get his briefcase back was to simply walk out into the street, hope that the police hasn't arrived yet, and grab it off the ground. He turned and opened the door. He stepped out into the hallway for the second time in one day, and walked down into the lobby. He walked quickly with his head down as he approached the glass door. He looked up as he opened the door and saw something that made his whole body freeze. He was staring at his reflection. But there was something very peculiar about it. For it was not his own face.

It was the face of Jonathan Nichols.

He stumbled backwards as he stared at the man in the reflection. ‘How can this be?’ He thought. But something about the reflection was strange. It was Jonathan Nichols, but he didn't know who it should have been. He stared in horror at the reflection, trying his hardest to tell himself that he wasn't seeing the face of a dead man. But deep down, he knew he was. He ran forward and threw the door open. ‘Born in 1879, died in 1933. Born in 1879, died in 1933.’He repeated the dates in his mind as he ran and retraced his earlier steps. He once again ran around the corner to the spot where he dropped his bag. It was there. Without an officer in sight.He quickly ran up and grabbed the briefcase without slowing down.

“Hey!” a voice from behind him yelled. “Hey you!”
He began to run. He could hear running footsteps behind him. He took a left and saw a large abandoned warehouse. ‘There!’ He thought, ‘That's where I'll go.’ But suddenly he felt a strong hand on his shoulder and he was pushed back against the wall. The man who was chasing him came around the corner stood in view. He was a tall man with sandy hair and dark eyes. He was wearing a brown coat over a dark blue shirt. “Do you know who I am?” The man asked, getting very close. His breath was some sort of ghastly mixture of smoke and alcohol. “Do you?”

Agonizing pain was filling his head as this man talked to him. When no response came, the man leaned closer and continued,“My name is Robert. Robert Mcallister. Do you know me now? No? You killed my brother Charles. Remember? You killed him, and now I'm going to kill you.”

There was only one thing that he could do. He clenched his hand into a fist and punched Robert in his midsection as hard as he could. The man stumbled back and fell to the ground, grabbing his stomach. He took this opportunity and ran into the warehouse.

The truth was clear to him now. He knew why he felt that way about the ears. It was guilt. Guilt was killing him. And he knew why everything was so loud. It was because he had been deaf. The experiment had given him the ability to hear, but the change was to much for him. He couldn't think straight. Charles wouldn't stop talking. He would stop asking questions. That's why he had done it. He needed silence.

It was only a matter of seconds before the other man was up and running toward him. Both men ran into the the warehouse as a crowd slowly gathered outside.

Not one of the people in the crowd knew what was going on, but when several gunshots were heard from inside the building, they alerted the police immediately.

No one knows exactly what went on inside the warehouse that day. But what they do know, is that a new gravestone was added to a London cemetery. On it, you will find the inscription to say:

Here lies Jonathan Nichols
1879 - 1933

title: [MF] (Suspense/Thriller) The Briefcase

question: Summarize why the narrator felt bad about his ears.

text: "Charles also doesn't stop talking" is not exactly correct. The statement actually implies that the narrator has got Charles's ears and these ears don't stop talking.

answer: The narrator realized that he felt that way about his ears due to his guilt. He had been deaf until now and his ear experiment had given him the ability to hear now and that made everything too loud for him. It's implied that he is Jonathan and he has Charles's ears and that they don't stop talking to him, which hurts his head.

text: The last sentence is unclear without the context so it should be added that Jonathan is a well-known scientist famous for his experiments involving sound and the ear. He is suspected of the murder of Charles who is found stabbed in the chest and both of his ears had been cut off with what appears to have been a serrated knife.

text: It is not clear what 'that way' from the first sentence referees to so the first sentence should be moved to the end of the answer.

text: Charles wouldn't stop talking, not his ears.

answer: The narrator realized that he felt that way about his ears due to his guilt. He had been deaf until now and his ear experiment had given him the ability to hear now and that made everything too loud for him. Charles also doesn't stop talking and the narrator needs some silence.

text: The narrator is Jonathan Nichols.

text: "Charles also doesn't stop talking and the narrator needs some silence." - this is irrelevant and should be deleted.

text: It is the ears of Charles that he felt guilty about.

text: The order of the sentence is confusing.

text: It is the ears of Charles that he felt guilty about because he killed Charles and removed his ears.

text: The second sentence is a run on and should be split into two sentences.

text: The final sentence should be past tense as this is the reason he killed Charles.

answer: The narrator realized that he felt that way about his ears due to his guilt. He had been deaf until now and his ear experiment had given him the ability to hear now and that made everything too loud for him. It's implied that he is Jonathan and he has Charles's ears and that they don't stop talking to him, which hurts his head.

text: The narrator is Jonathan Nichols.

text: The narrator is Jonathan Nichols, not the narrator.

text: The narrator is Jonathan Nichols, who is not the same person as the narrator.

text: The narrator is not Jonathan Nichols.

text: The narrator isn't implied to be Jonathan. He is Jonathan.

text: The answer should mention that the narrator killed Charles.

text: Incoherent

answer: The narrator realized that he felt that way about his ears due to his guilt. He had been deaf until now and his ear experiment had given him the ability to hear now and that made everything too loud for him. Charles also doesn't stop talking and the narrator needs some silence.

text: The article should mention that noise caused him excrutiating pain

answer: The narrator felt bad about his ears because he was deaf. He was born deaf and was always trying to find a way to give himself the ability to hear. He knew that Nichols would stop at nothing to gain the power to hear.


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The most popular children in school were the handsome ones.

Everyone liked the handsome ones. The handsome ones were usually funny, sporty, overflowing with confidence, well dressed and just generally awesome. They were going to grow up to be the kinds of people that drive sports cars and spend their time on yachts in the Mediterranean, keeping company with other ridiculously good looking people.

'Good Looking Lee Parkinson' was actually so handsome that girls would ovulate every time he smiled at them. Boys would be left confused about their sexuality if they so much as stood in the same room as him. Even teachers regarded him with dreamy, vacant expressions. He left a trail of dazed people in his wake - all wanting to run their fingers through his gorgeous, soft, blonde hair or just lick his exquisitely sculpted face – or maybe that was just me.

I don’t know what 'Good Looking Lee Parkinson' went on to do as an adult, he’s probably a male model, but I like to think he’s working as a rent boy to fund his heroin and crack habits, after losing his job as a toilet attendant for spying on old men on the loo.

There was also Natasha and Luke DiMarco – brother and sister, who both modelled children’s clothes for catalogues. They were from the new housing estate where the houses were actually made of brick. I have no idea how they ended up at my school.

What was extra special about Natasha and Luke was the fact that they were friendly and down to earth. Whereas 'Good Looking Lee Parkinson' would barely acknowledge me, just in case I contaminated him with a terminal social disease, Natasha and Luke would occasionally talk to me. This left me thinking there was a chance that Natasha could become my girlfriend, and for a long time I fixated upon her. I never mustered the courage to do more than say the occasional hello, and would turn weak with delight whenever she said hello back. I also wrote her endless letters that I was too embarrassed to give her. In short, it was the kind of unhinged, unrealistic desire that if you don’t grow out of, ends with a restraining order.

If there was Natasha, Luke, 'Good Looking Lee Parkinson' and Stephen Bridges at one end of the popularity scale, there was Martin Macintyre, Jim Clinton, Gary Winkett and Suzanne Parker at the other.

Martin Macintyre was basically some kind of animal stuck in the body of a human – prone to attack for no reason – barely articulate until it came to telling you what he was going to do to you after school. He loved to expose himself, running around the playground holding his penis by the foreskin and pulling it until it was twice the normal length.

He even urinated on me a couple of times in the toilets, and one of his favourite past-times was to wait until you were sat on the loo, then climb up on to the sink, stick his head over the top of the cubicle and spit on you until you had finished. Then of course he would give you a good thump in the face when you opened the door.

I remember sitting on that toilet many times, weighing up whether it was better to continue getting spat on, or go out and get smacked in the face. It's funny, but you've no idea how attractive being drenched in saliva becomes when you’re faced with a painful enough alternative.

When Martin wanted some real fun, he would sit at his desk and shit himself - unable to contain his enormous grin, waiting for people to notice the smell. Sometimes he would just lose his mind and run around the classroom punching pupils and teacher.

Nowadays he would be drugged senseless with Ritalin and placed on the sex offender’s register, but back then nothing ever seemed to happen to him - the teachers were too scared of him. He was just left to traumatise us.

At break times, I would often stand in the playground with my fellow social rejects; one of us perched on a bench for maximum visibility, like a Meerkat, hoping to spot one of the many playground threats before they got too close.

Like most bullies, Martin stayed away from people who fought back, and relied on people like me to provide his amusement.

I had been brought up not to retaliate.

Mum: 'Don't stoop to their level, Barry.'

Translation: 'Just stand there and let the deranged child beat seven colours of shit out of you.'

Mum: 'Use words to settle conflict.'

Translation: 'Whilst you're receiving repeated head butts in the face from the deranged child, stay positive, try to find common ground, and use calming language. Don’t forget to keep smiling in an unthreatening manner.'

Mum: 'It takes strength to walk away from a fight.'

Translation: 'Turn away from the deranged child, and once he climbs on your back and starts biting your hair off, stay strong and continue walking away. Eventually he'll grow bored of it and get off you.'

‘Martin’s coming this way!!’ the alarm sounded.

The resulting stampede was like a scene from the Serengeti as Wildebeest lose their minds trying to get away from a lion - scattering in all directions - happy to trample their own offspring if it means not getting eaten.

‘Quick, b-b-behind the Art Block,’ screamed Ian Mailer in a high pitched voice.

The Art Block was a stand-alone wooden building on the edge of the playground where we would go for art lessons. I don’t think many schools have custom built classrooms for art, but this was to protect the normal classrooms because most art lessons ended with desks, walls, children and teacher all painted in bold colours, with a variety of objects glued to them.

You’ve probably had situations in your life where you’ve had to run from something, but fear prevents your legs from working properly. At times like that, my brainpower seemed to get diverted away from the bit that controls my limbs to help support the bit that does my screaming.

As Martin charged, my legs flopped around uselessly.

I was the low-hanging fruit.

The runt, who in the wild, would be quickly and mercifully dispatched from the gene pool.

Unfortunately, there was no such escape in the playground – no quick death, and no daddy Wildebeest to come to your rescue and miraculously fight the lion off.

Even the dinner ladies would conveniently spot other things to attend to when Martin chose to tear his way through the easy prey.

In any sane world, Ian Mailer would be the one to be caught as he waddled away on his little potato-shaped legs, with the rest of us safely out of sight by the time he’s brought crashing to the ground, uselessly screaming for help.

But it was usually me left behind, captured, and subjected to ten minutes of cartoon violence.

Everyone on the playground watched in fascination as I stumbled along like Bambi, eyes wide with fear, looking around in the futile hope that someone would help me.

Once sure I had been captured, my fellow meerkats crept from behind the Art Block, knowing they were now safe and could kick back and enjoy the spectacle.

Martin started proceedings by dragging me around by my hair, occasionally winding me with a few rapid punches to the stomach. I suffered in silence, resigned to the fact that the only thing that would end this was when he, and he alone, felt as if he’d had his fill of ultra-violence.

After the dragging and winding, came the wedgie - not just a tug on my Y-fronts, but an attempt to stretch them up my back and over my head - to double them up as underwear and a hat at the same time.

Still, I didn't shout out, only vomited a little, showing admirable self-control in the face of mind-numbing pain. The saving grace was that my testicles had somehow avoided a good squeezing, and my bum crack had taken most of the strain.

Wedgie finished, he paused for a moment, his face clouded with thought. This wasn't going too well. Why wasn't Barry screaming for his Mum like he normally did?

My stoic demeanour, a feeble attempt to show him that he had no power over me, only served to enrage him further.

Now, I knew that if I was ever captured whilst on her Majesty's service, I could put up with a reasonable amount of torture before coughing up the detonation codes to the nuclear bomb that would destroy England. I had suffered enough pain in my life - so a bit more wouldn’t faze me.

‘You want to wire me up to the mains and shock my nipples until they start smoking? No problem – my Mum used my step-dad's football boot to literally beat me to death when I was five. So go ahead - do your worst.’

But I knew that once they went to work on my testicles, I would sing like a canary on speed.

Every boy knew their true Achilles-heel was hanging in a shrivelled sack between their legs.

Martin Macintyre, no doubt having had his own testicles banged a few times, knew this.

Problem: Barry Stephenson isn't screaming for his Mum to come and save him. This isn't as much fun as usual.

Solution: Hold him down on the ground and punch his testicles.

And sure enough, as the blows rained down on my balls I couldn't get the screams out fast enough. If you can picture a cat, a monkey and a goose being simultaneously kicked around a room by a very angry Chuck Norris, then you come somewhere near the noise that echoed around the school that day.

If you can imagine Chuck Norris kicking animals around his lounge, then well done - sort of. If you can't, start off with just the goose and pay particular attention to Chuck's face, screwed up with rage. That goose has clearly done something very bad to annoy Chuck that much. Once that's working for you - imagine someone throwing the monkey in from stage left. Now Chuck really ramps things up to eleven on the dial. Be in awe of his ferocity for just a couple of minutes or so before the wide-eyed cat finally gets added to the fray. Now Chuck is just an inhuman blur of righteous wrath.

Now you may have asked yourself, 'Why would Chuck Norris resort to kicking these poor creatures around his house? Surely there are other ways to deal with ill-disciplined animals?' Well I'm afraid I can't really give a satisfactory answer. What Chuck Norris gets up to in his own home, and why, is his business and we should probably just respect his need for privacy. Certainly, we shouldn't rush to judge him until we know the full story.

My beating seemed to go on for an age. I was obviously making just the right kind of noises to hold Martin's interest. I think his primitive brain went through life constantly making the following calculation, 'Is the reward from this action equal to, or greater, than the amount of effort I'm putting into it?'
In this particular case, the answer was clearly a resounding yes and his brain got stuck in a positive feedback loop, causing him to keep hammering away.

The rest of the school, as they looked on, gradually stopped laughing and I heard someone shout,

'Martin, I think he's had enough now. Come on.'

That's right. Your astonishing powers of deduction have brought you to the conclusion that I've only just had enough. Just now. It was fine before that, but once we got past the fifteenth thump in the trousers and the swelling was becoming noticeable to everyone, getting my testicles pummelled just didn't hold the same attraction for me any more.

I don't know if the pain became too much for the human brain to endure, or whether I just screamed myself unconscious, but I eventually blacked-out.

Life is full of pleasant little surprises. Small mercies. It's things like that – passing out into a blissful state of unawareness as someone declares war on your nut-sack that makes life so bearable.

Surprisingly, Martin was excluded from school for a whole two days. Two days he would have spent attacking pensioners, and breaking into the houses of people unfortunate enough to be gainfully employed.

My mum was called to come and take me home. The next day, being unable to walk, I was carted off to my G.P.

'Well Mrs. Stephenson, the swelling may take a week or two to completely disappear, and the black scrotum will eventually return to its normal healthy pink - but genitals are surprisingly resilient so I don't think we need to worry too much,' said the Doctor after prodding me between the legs for a while, unperturbed by my yelps of pain.

'Over the next week make sure he wears very loose underwear and trousers.’

Two day’s later; I was back at school, hobbling around the playground in my bright red knitted trousers, my legs spread wide as if I was riding a horse, making sure there was plenty of room for my scrotum which, by now, looked like a little black cauliflower.

The expected ridicule didn’t come though. I actually received some sympathetic glances. Most of the children who had witnessed the savageness of the beating were probably suffering from Post Traumatic Stress. This would, for most of them, have been the closest they would ever come to witnessing an actual real-life murder.

Thanks for reading. This is actually a chapter from my soon to be published novel based upon my childhood, called 'Recollections of a Half-Wit'.

title: Genitals Are Surprisingly Resilient

question: What does the story say about the ways in which Martin bullied Barry?

text: The first sentence is not relevant. While it is an example of Martin's bad behavior, it isn't necessarily targeted toward Barry.

answer: Martin had a habit of running around the playground holding his penis. Martin urinated on Barry a couple of times in the toilets. He also had a habit of spitting on Barry over the top of the cubicle. One day Martin catches Barry and drags him around by the hair and punches him. He then gives him an atomic wedgie. After that he starts punching Barry in the testicles.

text: The answer omits that Martin would also punch people and teachers.

text: The response could include more details about the atomic wedgie.

text: The answer omits the fact that Martin also liked to shit himself.

text: The answer should mention that Martin also liked to shit himself.

text: The response could be more specific about the wedgie.

text: The response inaccurately mentions that Martin urinated on Barry a couple of times in the toilets. However, it was just once.

text: The wedgie Martin gave Barry was not an atomic wedgie.

text: The first sentence is irrelevant to the question and should be removed from the answer.

text: It should be mentioned that Martin would also punch Barry as he would be stepping out of the toilet cubicle.

text: "him around by the hair and punches him." - punches him in the stomach.

answer: Martin urinated on Barry a couple of times in the toilets. He also had a habit of spitting on Barry over the top of the cubicle. One day Martin catches Barry and drags him around by the hair and punches him. He then gives him an atomic wedgie. After that he starts punching Barry in the testicles.

answer: Martin would run around the playground holding his penis by the foreskin and pulling it until it was twice the normal length. He would also urinate on Barry. Martin would also wait until Barry was sitting on the toilet and climb up on the sink, stick his head over the top of the cubicle, and spit on him. Then he would give Barry a good thump in the face when he opened the door. Martin would also sit at his desk and shit himself. Sometimes he would just lose his mind and run around the classroom punching pupils and teachers.

answer: Martin had a habit of running around the playground holding his penis. Martin urinated on Barry a couple of times in the toilets. He also had a habit of spitting on Barry over the top of the cubicle. One day Martin catches Barry and drags him around by the hair and punches him. He then gives him an atomic wedgie. After that he starts punching Barry in the testicles.

text: The exposure of his penis isn't something he necessarily did to bully Barry. It would be better to omit.

text: This could specify that Martin was more enraged this time because Barry wasn't outright screaming for his mother during the torture. This is what leads Martin to go for the testicles.

answer: Martin urinated on Barry a couple of times in the toilets. He also had a habit of spitting on Barry over the top of the cubicle. One day Martin catches Barry and drags him around by the hair and punches him. He then gives him an atomic wedgie. After that he starts punching Barry in the testicles.

text: The response should include that Martin also liked to shit himself.

text: The answer omits the fact that Martin would shit himself and wait for people to notice the smell.

text: The answer should mention the response Barry has to Martin's bullying.

text: It is omitted that Martin liked to run around the playground holding his penis by the foreskin and pulling it until it was twice the normal length.

text: It's omitted that everyone on the playground watched this occur.

answer: Martin would run around the playground holding his penis by the foreskin and pulling it until it was twice the normal length. He would also urinate on Barry. Martin would also wait until Barry was sitting on the toilet and climb up on the sink, stick his head over the top of the cubicle, and spit on him. Then he would give Barry a good thump in the face when he opened the door. Martin would also sit at his desk and shit himself. Sometimes he would just lose his mind and run around the classroom punching pupils and teachers.

text: The answer omits the most savage attack Martin made on Barry.

text: The answer omits the most savage act of bullying Martin did to Barry.

text: The answer omits the most savage attack Martin did on Barry.

text: The response misses to mention that Martin's favorite way to bully Barry was to give him a wedgie.

text: The answer omits that Martin would also give Barry a wedgie.

text: The response is missing the part where Martin beats up Barry.

text: The answer omits Martin's most famous method of bullying Barry - kicking him in the testicles.

text: The answer omits the time he attacked Barry.

text: The first and last two sentences are irrelevant and related to Barry.


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Liz, myself and the newly planted vertical garden.

A few years ago now, on a trip to Paris, quite by chance I came a cross a vertical garden or living wall created and installed by the French gardener and designer ‘Patrick Blanc‘. The plants are rooted into a thick hydroponics membrane through which a nutrient enriched solution trickles, pumped up from a reservoir at the base of the wall which keeps the plants fed and watered.

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The vertical garden on the wall of the Musée des Arts Premiers Quai Branly in Paris.

I had often spoke with a friend of mine ‘Will Giles’ about how we could create a DIY version, looking at all the possible ways of supporting it, what to use as the membrane, how to hold it up, what to use as the reservoir and how to feed the plants among many other things. After a while we came up with a much simpler solution, as the best ideas always are. Do away with the expensive and intricate hydroponics and build a structure that is essentially a series of hammocks, a bit like a multi story window box. It may take a little bit of daily care to keep the plants watered and looking good but is much easier and cheaper to build.

It was while I was working at Urban Jungle hardy and exotic plants nursery that I had the opportunity to put the idea to the test. I had a rough idea of how the structure might work but no set figures to work from. I could see ‘Liz’ my boss and one of the owners of Urban Jungle looked a little apprehensive as I was attaching 12ft high pieces of timber to the edge of one of the pergolas in the middle of the nursery. Once the wall had taken shape and looked as if the monstrosity was going to work, apprehension quickly turned to plants. Once the wall was up and the pockets filled with compost we set about rounding up plants from the nursery and setting the out on the floor in front of the wall for planting, and then planted well into the night. The wall turned out to look not too bad and after a week or so, when the leaves had turned themselves up to the light, it looked pretty damn good. Many visitors to the nursery asked how it was built so here, at last, are the designs for the vertical garden. Sorry about the wait.

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Planting the wall by headlight.

The wall is now coming up to its second season and has endured one of the coldest winters for years, where I’m shore the entire thing would have been frozen solid for several days if not weeks at a time. I’m no longer at Urban Jungle but have heard from Liz that some of the plants are now on the move and in a short time she will be able to see what had pulled through and what needs tweaking. Some plants were not hardy so there will inevitably be some gaps to plug. Liz is going to put up a post on Jungle Drums, the Urban Jungle blog,  in the coming weeks on the progress of the wall, what has worked, what hasn’t and the new plants that will fill the gaps. As soon as it’s up I’ll post a link.

HOW TO BUILD YOUR OWN LIVING WALL OR VERTICAL GARDEN

1) CHOOSE A LOCATION- Once the wall is planted and watered it will be very heavy so a suitable structure is needed to support the wall. If the base of the wall is resting on the ground and this is not a solid surface, place slabs under each of the uprights to spread the weight and prevent it from sinking into the ground. If the wall is not resting on the ground make shore the brackets used to hold the living wall to the supporting structure are strong to take the weight of the wall when saturated. If the supporting is a house or shed wall the structure should be mounted away from the supporting wall to leave a cavity and avoid causing damp problems.

2) ORIENTATION- The place we chose for the wall at Urban Jungle by chance faces east. This in my opinion is the best direction for it to face as it gets direct light up until noon in the coolest half of the day. If the wall was south or west facing more particular attention would have to be paid to watering and plants would have to be selected to tolerate direct light. Regarding watering, it is important to be diligent as anyone who has let a hanging basket dry out knows it takes a while to re-wet, and you cant dunk the wall in a bucket. North facing walls would require less attention but the constant shade will limit the choice of plants.

3) CONSTRUCTION- The wall at Urban Jungle was 12ft high, 7ft wide and build against a large pergola for support. I used three uprights made from 12ft lengths of 2x4 tantalised timber. The two uprights on the edge of the wall were attached to the uprights of the pergola with brackets and the middle upright stabilised by a post in the ground and two cross members. Each of the uprights was rested on a paving slabs to help spread the weight. The horizontal spars that support the planting hammocks were made from tile baton. Each spar was screwed in place with a little wood glue for extra support. The spars were placed 10cm apart. This made the pockets closemouthed together so that when planted not too much gaps are left but there is enough room to squeeze the root balls in.

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How to build the timber structure that supports the wall.

4) POCKETS- Because the wall had three uprights there had to be two series of pockets as they cant cross the uprights. The pockets were made from heavy duty landscape fabric which needs to be about two and a half times longer than the height of the wall and about 20cm wider than the width between the uprights. Start by folding about 10cm in each side so the fold is facing the front and attach to the back of the top spar with staples or by screwing a second spar over it. Push the fabric in between the top and second down spar so it forms a pocket about 15-20cm deep. Place a few staples in the second down spar so the fabric doesn’t slip. This will not need to be as secure as on the top spar as the weight of the compost will hold each pocket in place. Repeat the process down to the bottom of the wall and securely attach the end of the fabric to the bottom spar.

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How to attach the landscape fabric to create the pockets.

5) FILLING- We decided not to add any ingredients to the compost like pumice or perlite to reduce the weight as we were happy that the structure would support the weight. We mixed plenty of slow release fertiliser granules into the mix as there will be a large amount of plants in a relatively small volume of compost. We also added a quantity of swell gel to aid water retention. Fill the wall from the bottom pocket up so that each filled pocket rests on the one previous. Fold up the excess landscape fabric that was folded in on either side to prevent the compost from spilling out the end of the pockets. Each pocket should only be filled three quarters as the root balls from the plants will take up a proportion of the space and the soil level in the pocket  must be just below the spar so water can soak in and not poor off the wall.

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The newly planted wall before the leaves have turned up to the light.

6) PLANTING- We set the plants out on the floor in front of the wall to create a design before we started to plant. Spacing will depend on the plants you use and the size of the plant used. Start planting from the top down. If you plant from the bottom up the lower plants will be covered with compost. Lay a sheet down bellow the wall as a lot of compost will be spilt. Make shore the plants are well watered before planting as many of the root balls will have to be teased apart and squeezed into pockets. Despite our planning we changed the design considerably while planting as it looked so different when vertical. Liz more so than other gardeners is a very impatient gardener so we planted a little closer than was probably necessary and plugged the gaps with Tradescantia cuttings, Spider plants and Begonia sutherlandii. These quickly grew and filled the gaps. We debated weather to use only evergreens but decided this would be too limiting on the design possibilities and would make the wall predominantly green. The down side to using deciduous or herbaceous plants was that the wall will look a little sparse over winter. We put a few dwarf Daffodils in the wall to see how they would fair. These wouldn’t hide the landscape fabric, but would add a splash of colour before the new shoots emerge.

7) WATERING- The wall will have to be completely manually watered. Rain will have little if any benefit to the wall other than slowing the rate at which the wall dries out, plus the leaves will arrange themselves like roof tiles shedding all the rain water. We didn’t get around to installing a trickle irrigation system and hand water the wall daily, sometimes twice if it is really hot and or windy. From autumn to early spring watering will be much less but still important. To install a trickle system there would need to be one trickle pipe along each pocket with dripper every 30cm or so. The dripper pipe would need to be the sort that delivers a specific flow of water rather than a simple leaky pipe as the bottom of the wall would receive more water than the top. The watering regime would have to be little and often to prevent the nutrients from being leached from the compost.

8) FEEDING- The slow release fertiliser we put in the wall was more than enough to see the plants through the first season with no signs of stress. The second and subsequent years are where attention is needed. Each perennial plant should have a hanging basket pellet pushed into the compost near the root ball. Any annual or replanted patches should have the old compost removed and replaced with fresh compost and slow release fertiliser. The old compost will be matted with the roots of perennial plants which should be carefully cut without cutting the landscape fabric. If a trickle system is installed a liquid drip feeder could be attached or if hand watered use an occasional folia feed.

question: How did the author discover vertical gardens?

text: The narrator discovered vertical gardens in Paris, not in Copenhagen.

answer: The author discovered vertical gardens on a trip to Copenhagen, when they saw an installation by the French gardener and designer Patrick Blanc.

text: The author discovered vertical gardens on a trip to Paris, not Copenhagen.

answer: The author discovered vertical gardens on a trip to Paris, when they saw an installation by the French gardener and designer Patrick Blanc.

answer: The author discovered vertical gardens in Paris, where he saw the beautiful creation of 'Patrick Blanc', rooting its plants into a thick hydroponics membrane through which a nutrient enriched solution trickles, pumped up from a reservoir at the base of the wall which keeps the plants fed and watered.

text: The answer should mention that the vertical garden was on the wall of the Musée des Arts Premiers Quai Branly.

text: The answer is a bit clumsy.

text: The answer should mention the museum where the vertical garden is located.

text: The answer should be in the present tense.

text: The answer should mention the wall of the Musée des Arts Premiers Quai Branly.

text: The answer should mention that the vertical garden is on the wall of the Musée des Arts Premiers Quai Branly.

text: The answer should mention where in Paris the author saw the vertical garden.

text: Most part of the response seems like an exact copy of some parts of the original texts.

answer: The author discovered vertical gardens on a trip to Paris, when they saw an installation by the French gardener and designer Patrick Blanc.

text: The answer could be clearer in its pronoun use.

text: The answer could be more specific about where the author discovered vertical gardens.

text: don't need a period after a fragment

text: The answer could explain what the author did on theirs and their friend's DIY version after discovering Patrick Blanc's vertical garden. It is omitted that the author started to research and visited nurseries to see what plants would be compatible with the idea after looking at Patrick Blanc's vertical garden.

answer: The author discovered vertical gardens in Paris, where he saw the beautiful creation of 'Patrick Blanc', rooting its plants into a thick hydroponics membrane through which a nutrient enriched solution trickles, pumped up from a reservoir at the base of the wall which keeps the plants fed and watered.


text:
up! It's on my box! Ages three and up! I'm not supposed to be babysitting Princess Drool!

Bo Peep: What would you say if I get someone else to watch the sheep for me tonight?

Woody: [blushing and giggling] Oh-ho yeah. Thought so.

Buzz: [Referring to Andy's other toys] Do you know these life forms?

Woody: Yes, they're Andy's toys.

Woody: Has everybody picked a moving buddy?

Hamm: Moving buddy? You can't be serious!

Rex: I didn't know we were supposed to have one already!

Mr. Potato Head: [holding his left arm in his right hand] Do we have to hold hands?

[All laugh]

Woody: [mocking Buzz as they split-up] "Rendezvous with Star Command."

[sees a delivery truck with a "Pizza Planet" logo on it]

Woody: Pizza Planet?

[enlightened]

Woody: Andy! Oh, no! I can't show my face in that room without Buzz.

[yelling to Buzz]

Woody: Buzz! Buzz, come back!

Buzz: [walking out from under the truck, annoyed] Go away!

Woody: No! Buzz, you gotta come back! I...

[Woody looks at the Pizza Planet delivery truck, and notices a miniture spaceship on the top]

Woody: [calling] I found a spaceship!

[Buzz stops and looks at the delivery truck]

Woody: [calling] It's a spaceship, Buzz!

Buzz: [as the driver asks for directions] Now, you're sure this space freighter will return to its point of origin once it jettisons its food supply?

Woody: [nodding his head] Uh-huh. And when we get there, we'll find a way to transport you home.

Buzz: Well, then, let's climb aboard.

[Buzz runs towards the truck]

Woody: No, no, no, wait, Buzz! Buzz! Let's get in the back. No one will see us there.

Buzz: Negative. There are no restraining harnesses in the cargo area. We'll be much safer in the cockpit.

[Buzz climbs through the open window and jumps into the seat]

Woody: [whispering] Yeah, bu... Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

[the Pizza Planet truck's engine starts, Woody climbs into the back, and sees Buzz attaching a seat belt]

Woody: It's safer in the cockpit than the cargo bay. What an idiot.

[the Pizza Planet truck moves forwards sharply, Woody is tossed and thrown by the extreme motion of the truck as it speeds down the road and up a hill. Items start in the back of the truck start to tumble towards Woody, one of them being a heavy tool box]

Lenny the Binoculars: [Lenny spots RC with Woody and Buzz rocketing toward the open moving van] Look, look! It's Woody and Buzz, comin' up fast!

[Sid at Pizza Planet ends up spotting Buzz in the Alien Claw Game, much to Woody's shock]

Sid Phillips: A Buzz Lightyear? No way.

[the claw reaches down and collects Buzz successfully]

Sid Phillips: Yes!

[Woody grabs Buzz' legs, trying to pull him out and stop him from being obtained]

Sid Phillips: [banging against the glass] HEY!

All Aliens: [as Woody struggles to pull Buzz out of the Claw Machine] He has been chosen.

[the Alien Toys all push Woody back through]

Woody: Stop it! What are you doing? Stop it! Stop it, you zealots!

Sid Phillips: [after having obtained both Buzz and Woody] All right, Double Prizes!

[Picks up them both]

Sid Phillips: Let's go home and play.

[Sid chuckles as the camera zooms in on his shirt]

Sid Phillips: [In Panic] The Toys! The Toys are alive!

[whimpering]

Sid Phillips: Nice Toy!

[Hannah holds her New Sally Doll out at Sid in Fear, and chases him upstairs]

Hannah: What's wrong Sid? Don't you wanna play with Sally?

[Andy walks down to the car with Woody to go to Pizza Planet, confused of how Buzz would mysteriously disappear]

Andy: I couldn't find my Buzz. I know I left him right there.

Andy's Mom: Honey, I'm sure he's around. You'll find him.

[Buzz, shown be be alright, pops out from the bushes angered with Woody, and hops onto the Rear Bumper of Andy's Car as it drives off]

Hamm: Yes, sir, we're next month's garage sale fodder for sure.

Woody: Sergeant, establish a recon post downstairs. Code Red. You know what to do.

Sergeant: Yes, sir!

[jumps down]

Sergeant: All right, men, you heard him! Code Red, repeat: we're at Code Red! Recon plan Charlie: Execute! Let's move, move, move, move, move!

Slinky Dog: It's Sid!

Rex: I thought he was at summer camp!

Hamm: They must've kicked him out early this year.

Rex: Oh no, not Sid!

Mr. Potato Head: [as Woody tries to persuade everyone that Buzz is alright so that they may help him over] Wait just a minute. What are you trying to pull?

Woody: [throwing both hands into the air, accidentally revealing Buzz' severed arm completely] Nothing!

[the toys from Andy's Room scream in horror, and Rex throws up at the sight of it. Realizing his mistake, Woody tries to hide the arm behind his back]

Hamm: Oh, that is disgusting!

Mr. Potato Head: Murderer!

Woody: No! No, no, no, no! It's not what you think. I swear!

Mr. Potato Head: Save it for the jury! I hope Sid pulls your voice box out, ya creep!

[throws the string of Christmas lights out the window, which go flying back to Sid's house, and land into Sid's Yard]

Woody: [pleading for mercy] No! No! No, no! Don't leave! Don't leave! You've gotta help us, please! You don't know what's it's like over here!

Mr. Potato Head: [he and the other toys start to leave, except Slinky] Come on let's get outta here.

Hamm: Go back to your lives, citizens. Show's over.

Woody: [to Slinky, who's also beginning to leave] Slink! Slink, please! Please, listen to me!

Woody: [Slinky sadly closes the blinds] No! No, come back!

Woody: [sadly] SLI-I-I-I-NKYYY!

Buzz: [marveling at the interior of Pizza Planet] What a spaceport!

[Woody punches him in the shoulder]

Buzz: Good work, Woody.

Slinky Dog: [while the toys try to extend a chain of toy monkeys to Buzz, who's fallen in the bushes, but catches up to Andy, his mom, and Woody, who are driving to Pizza Planet] It's too short. We need more monkeys!

Rex: There aren't any more! That's the whole barrel!

[tosses to barrel aside, then calls down]

Rex: Buzz, the monkeys aren't working! We're formulating another plan, so stay calm!

[sadly]

Rex: Where could he be?

Hannah: [after Buzz falls to the floor while trying to fly out the window; his arm has fallen as a result] Mom! Mom, have you seen my Sally doll?

Sid's Mom: [as Hannah picks up Buzz and his arm] What, dear? What was that?

Hannah: Never mind.

Andy: [Woody and Buzz drop from the sky into a cardboard box in Andy's car, next to Andy; he looks in and sees them] Hey, wow!

Andy's Mom: What? What is it?

Andy's Mom: [joyfully, as he brings Woody and Buzz out] Woody, Buzz!

Andy's Mom: Oh great, you found them; where were they?

Andy: [overjoyed] Here in the car.

Andy's Mom: See? What did I tell you? Right where you left them.

[as Andy hugs his toys fervently, Woody and Buzz come to life for a second and wink at each other to congratulate each other on their success, then return to their lifeless forms]

[Bo pulls Woody up to her with her cane]

Woody: Oh, Bo, there's gotta be a less painful way to get my attention.

Bo Peep: Merry Christmas, Sheriff.

Woody: Say, isn't that a mistletoe?

Bo Peep: Mm-hmm.

Woody: [Celebrating Sid's Defeat] Ha-ha! We did it, we did it! Yes!

Buzz Lightyear: [On TV; voice box] There's a secret mission in uncharted space.

Mission Control: [On TV] Calling Buzz Lightyear. Come in, Buzz Lightyear. This is Star Command. Buzz Lightyear, do you read me?

Buzz Lightyear: [Offscreen to Mission Control] Star Command!

Kid: [On TV] Buzz Lightyear responding. Read you loud and clear.

Mission Control: Buzz Lightyear, planet Earth needs your help!

Kid: On the way!

Commercial Chorus: Buzz Lightyear!

[from the Michael Eisner segment during the TV premiere of "Eloise at the Plaza"]

Sergeant: [to Woody via Playskool walkie-talkie] Red alert. Michael's coming upstairs.

Woody: [He and his Andy's toys starts freaking out as they start putting back] Michael's coming, everybody. Back to your places. Hurry.

question: Identify some points in the passage where the narrative makes continuity errors.

text: The passage has continuity errors so there should be answers.

answer: The text states that Sid is at summer camp, but he is actually at home. Sid also has a Buzz Lightyear doll, which is not possible because he already has one.

answer: No answer

text: Doesn't mention the sudden changes in scene, like from riding in the pizza delivery truck to the next scene, or sudden change to being at Sid's house.

answer: No answer

text: The answer should mention the fact that Sid is implied to be the one who breaks Buzz's arm, but it's Sid's sister who does it.

text: The answer should mention the fact that Sid is implied to be the one who tortured Woody and Buzz, but Sid is not the one who tortured them.

text: The answer should mention the fact that Sid is implied to be the one who tortured Woody and Buzz.

text: The answer should acknowledge that the question is asking for a subjective judgment.

text: The answer should mention Sid and the claw machine.

text: There are a few.

text: The answer should mention that Sid is implied to be the one who breaks Buzz's arm, as it's Sid who Woody is trying to get revenge on.

text: Pointing out where there's continuity errors is the purpose of the question.

answer: At one point, Buzz is in the front of the Pizza Planet truck while Woody is in the back. However, he next dialogue has Lenny stating that the two are rocketing towards the moving van. The second inconsistency is the moment that follows that has Buzz inside a claw game and Sid gets both Woody and Buzz. This is followed by another illogical scene where Sid is suddenly stating that the toys are alive (no prior action was shown for him to have this reaction).

text: The answer is not related.

text: The answer is completely wrong.

text: The answer omits that Woody and Buzz are in the back of the Pizza Planet truck.

text: The first inconsistency is not a continuity error.

text: The first sentence is inaccurate. The two are in the back of the truck when Woody suggests that they go to the front.

text: Buzz and Woody are in the back of the truck.

text: The claw machine scene is never described as illogical.

answer: The text states that Sid is at summer camp, but he is actually at home. Sid also has a Buzz Lightyear doll, which is not possible because he already has one.

text: The answer is incorrect. There are no continuity errors in the passage.

text: The answer should mention that Sid is able to get Buzz out of the claw machine.

text: The answer should mention that Sid is able to get Buzz and Woody from the claw machine, which is not possible because the toys are too big for the machine.

text: The answer should mention that Sid also has Woody, which is also impossible.

text: The answer should mention the fact that Sid's Buzz is still in the box.

text: The answer should mention Sid's sister.

text: The second sentence is not true. Sid does not have a Buzz Lightyear doll.

text: Incorrect - no one in the script claims Sid owns a Buzz (which is contradicting)

answer: At one point, Buzz is in the front of the Pizza Planet truck while Woody is in the back. However, he next dialogue has Lenny stating that the two are rocketing towards the moving van. The second inconsistency is the moment that follows that has Buzz inside a claw game and Sid gets both Woody and Buzz. This is followed by another illogical scene where Sid is suddenly stating that the toys are alive (no prior action was shown for him to have this reaction).

text: There are no clear continuity errors in the text as evidenced in the response.


text:
In the safety of my apartment

It was cold that night. I rode home on my bike. Mist was surrounding me like cobwebs in a spiders den. I buried my chin deep in my collar to protect my neck from the cold. My fingers frozen, red and wrapped tightly around the handlebar. One more block, two more turns and I was home. but coming home would only start the shit that I got into. I can’t sleep and continuously relive that night. How I relive that night is how I write it down.

My apartment is in a district just short of being a ghetto. The walkways are partially lit by still unbroken fluorescent lights. Through the mist I  that the light of the apartment below is still flickering. Nobody lives there and our rich tenant has dozens of other apartment buildings he rather maintains. He gets our rent anyway, and that is all he cares about. This flat will deteriorate until the cracks in the concrete grow enough to bring her down. Nonetheless I am actually happy with my apartment. It is my first house and my room itself is neat and cozy.

In the entrance I can hear a lone junk coughing. I try to pass him unnoticed, but the echo of my footsteps through the hall give me away. From under a dirty brown hood, the pale face stares at me. It mumbles something, but I can't make anything of it. Evading his stare, I quickly ascend the stairs. The encounter made me more nervous than it should. Arm hair is raised under my coat. It feels like the echoing taps of my footsteps draw the attention from nightly visitors. On the third floor I stop and look left to the walkway. Someone stands there. Ten metres away, in front of the of the apartment below mine, number 34. His silhouette appearing and disappearing with the flickering fluorescent light. I freeze as he sees me. A flickering later he stands in the open doorway. Another flickering. The door slams shut and the silhouette is gone. An eerie chill climbs up my spine. I glance away from the apartment where I would normally see cars and people passing, just to comfort myself with reality, but this time there are no cars, no people, just faint streetlights glowing in the thick mist.

I feel cold and vulnerable on the open walkway. The freezing air creeps up my neck as I grab the keys from my pocket. My frozen fingers lose grip before sliding the key in the hole. With a ringing sound the keys drop to the ground. As I bow down to get the keys, I feel eyes watching me closely. I feel them stalking me, but I don’t look. I have seen enough creepy shit tonight.

A warm stream of air greets me when I open my door. This is my safe haven. My neat home protecting me from the rest of the cold, eerie flat. At the end of my dark hallway, from a small table, shining eyes of a cat greet me. Stuart is the best roommate I could wish for. He guards the house, keeps me company, and all he wishes in return is catfood and an occasional stroke. Stuart buries his head between his paws to hide from the lights as I turn them on. As usual I take a glass of whiskey and get ready for bed. 11 pm. While brushing my teeth I think about what happened. Staring in the sink, I think about the man with the pale face, about the silhouette that entered the apartment below me. There were often junks and tramps in this building, but this feels different. The chill in my spine is back. A sudden fear of looking up in the mirror creeps into me. I keep brushing, all the while looking in the sink. What if I look in the mirror and don’t see my own face? What if I do not see what I expect? I don’t know where this fear comes from, but it doesn’t seem to make sense. Come back to senses, you pussy. I look up. I realise I was right. I was right being scared. A pale face gazes into my eyes. The face is filled with the same horror as mine, but it isn’t my face. God fucking dammit. With shaking hands I push myself away from the sink and stumble back. I rip the shower curtain down with me as I fall into the sink. My head slams hard against the back of the bathtub. Dazed, I get up and force myself to look again. The mirror now shows my own, pained face. I should sleep. It has been a long day and I am exhausted.

Stuart sits in the bathroom doorway, meowing for food. I just fed him when I came home, how can this thing be hungry now? While I fetch him some food, he strokes my legs with his flanks. Before heading to bed, I check the time on my phone. My phone! It is not in my pocket. My wallet and keys, gone too. As if the night couldn’t get any worse. One more time, I pull myself together. I will just go to bed. I probably put my stuff on the table or something and forgot. Tomorrow I will check, now I must sleep.

I wouldn’t get any sleep that night.

I’m lying in bed, staring into the blackness above me. My eyelids don’t want to shut. As if my eyes told them something bad will happen if they do. As pitchdark as my room is, fooling myself that my eyes are closed doesn’t work. At least, not enough to sleep. I have to sleep. I need to. With force, I squeeze them shut, losing my awareness of the room.

Bang. A sound hits me. My eyelids spring back open. Staring at the ceiling, I hear a shoving sound repeating near my bed. I can’t help but to breathe heavily when my heart pumps this heavy. Looking right, I see my nightstand standing to the wall more than a metre away from the bed. It is not supposed to stand there. What the fuck? My own fucking nightstand is screwing with me now? While right next to me? I like to believe I am rational. I want to explain this. I can not explain this. Well, Apart from that I’m going crazy, I can not explain this.

I’m done. I’m getting Stuart. My heart is still pounding when I open the door. A shock stops it for a moment. In the faint moonlight, the cat sits in front of my bedroom door on an eighteenth century dining chair. The dining table is over to the side of the balcony. This chair had moved all the way across the room. Something is screwing with me. Stuart looks at me. A questioning face. I feel like he wants to tell me what happened, but he can’t. I paranoidly glance across the moonlit livingroom, dragging the chair behind me. Stuart jumps off and follows me, seeking comfort at my feet.

The chairs around the dining table are neither how I left them. They all stand just too awry. The room is silent. Probably just like it is where you are, while reading this. But my silence is an unsettling silence. Like something is there, holding it’s breath, observing me. My own apartment doesn't feel safe anymore. As if a burglar is in the house, I feel a presence. A burglar… As I’m thinking, I fear that this presence is worse than any kind of burglar. I am alone and being haunted.

I would call a friend of mine now, if I just had my phone. I should look for it. I turn on the lights. Somewhere, a door closes. The click sends a shiver down my spine. Stuart looks at me with his eyes wide open. I need my phone. It isn’t on the dining table. Not on the coffee table either. Frustration and desperation are growing inside me. I throw open cupboards and drawers, clashing the cutlery inside them. I don’t want this to be true. I want to wake up in the morning sun, far away from this nightmare. Some more alcohol in my blood might give make me sleepy enough to get there. Giving up the search, I take  whiskey from one of the opened cupboards. The whiskey pouring into the glass now is the sole thing breaking the silence. Somehow it comforts me a little. Half a glass should do it.

I shamble back to my bedroom, switch the lights back off and suddenly it hits me. I fell in the bathtub. How stupid could I be? My stuff probably fell out of my pocket and is still in the tub. With the glass in my hand and Stuart at my feet, I stand in front of the bathroom door. It is closed. “Did you do that, Stuart?” He looks at me, than at the door. His back arches. His fur rises. “What the fuck? Stop that” I whisper it to him, but he doesn’t listen. As if stepped on, he spurts back into the living room and hides on a seat under the dining table. Stuart always behaved so carefree, opening one eye when the neighbor’s barking dog ran into my apartment. Yet now he is nothing more than a little, black ball of rolled up fear. The bathroom light, glowing at the edging of the door, stands out against its dark surroundings. I should turn it off and get my stuff. For a moment I look back at the shining white dots staring at me from under the table.

Fear grabs a hold of me. I don't want to know what hides behind the door. I chug the glass of whiskey and grab Stuart from under his hiding place. Shared sorrow is half a sorrow? I guess that works with fear as well. Back in my bedroom I notice the nightstand being back at its original spot. I’m sure some people would have lost it by now, but I won’t. I shut the door. I tell myself everything will be better in the morning. I hide under the duvet, with Stuart at my feet. I wait until the drowsiness kicks in. The alcohol is fighting the adrenalin inside me. For a moment the alcohol gains the upper hand and I close my eyes.

title: Ice fishing [part one]

question: How does the author of the text describe their neighborhood?

text: The narrator does not live in a posh district. It is compared to a ghetto.

answer: The narrator rides a bike through the winter to their apartment located in the city's most posh district. The apartment building is mostly vacant but some suspicious junkies occupy the surrounding area. The area is also described as creepy when the narrator begins to hear banging sounds just outside of his room.

text: The answer should mention that the narrator describes the district as "just short of being a ghetto".

text: The answer should mention the fluorescent lights.

answer: The author describes their neighborhood as being one short of a ghetto.

text: The answer should mention the flickering light.

text: The answer should mention the junkie and the flickering light.

text: The answer should include the description of the building the narrator lives in.

text: The response is missing a few details about the neighborhood.

text: Needs to mention the walkways and the nocturnal visitors.

answer: The narrator rides a bike through the winter to their apartment located in a district that is seemingly ghetto. The apartment building is mostly vacant but some suspicious junkies occupy the surrounding area. The area is also described as creepy when the narrator begins to hear banging sounds just outside of his room.

text: The answer should include mention of the partially lit walkways

answer: The narrator rides a bike through the winter to their apartment located in a district that is seemingly ghetto. The apartment building is mostly vacant but some suspicious junkies occupy the surrounding area. The area is also described as creepy when the narrator begins to hear banging sounds just outside of his room.

text: The answer is a summary of the story, not a description of the neighborhood.

text: The answer is a summary of the story, not just the neighborhood.

text: The answer is a bit off. The narrator doesn't ride a bike through the winter.

text: The junkie is in the entrance of the apartment building.

text: The answer should mention the flickering fluorescent lights.

text: The response includes extraneous information not useful for the task.

text: The summary is loaded with a few extraneous details that are not crucial to the main topic.

text: The response should mention that the building is deteriorating.

answer: The author describes their neighborhood as being one short of a ghetto.

text: The response needs more relevant detail to make it better, e.g the description of the neighborhood.

answer: The narrator rides a bike through the winter to their apartment located in the city's most posh district. The apartment building is mostly vacant but some suspicious junkies occupy the surrounding area. The area is also described as creepy when the narrator begins to hear banging sounds just outside of his room.

text: The answer is incorrect. The narrator describes the neighborhood as a ghetto.

text: The narrator does not ride a bike through the winter. The answer is made up.

text: The narrator does not ride their bike through the winter to their apartment.

text: There's no evidence to suggest the district is posh.

text: The answer contains a few specific statements that contain inaccuracies.