HOW TO CLEAN LEATHER JACKET AT HOME - HOW TO CLEAN LEAT
How to clean leather jacket at home - Dirt cleaning.
How To Clean Leather Jacket At Home
- (Leather Jackets (album)) Leather Jackets is the twentieth studio album by British singer/songwriter Elton John, recorded at Sol Studios in England and Wisseloord Studios in The Netherlands. and released in 1986.
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(Leather Jackets (film)) Leather Jackets is a 1992 film directed and written by Lee Drysdale. The movie was shot on Highland Park, Los Angeles, California in 1990. However it was not released until 1992.
- a reception held in your own home
- on the home team's field; "they played at home last night"
- at, to, or toward the place where you reside; "he worked at home"
- (How To’s) Multi-Speed Animations
- Practical advice on a particular subject; that gives advice or instruction on a particular topic
- A how-to or a how to is an informal, often short, description of how to accomplish some specific task. A how-to is usually meant to help non-experts, may leave out details that are only important to experts, and may also be greatly simplified from an overall discussion of the topic.
- free from dirt or impurities; or having clean habits; "children with clean shining faces"; "clean white shirts"; "clean dishes"; "a spotlessly clean house"; "cats are clean animals"
- Having been washed since last worn or used
- clean and jerk: a weightlift in which the barbell is lifted to shoulder height and then jerked overhead
- (of paper) Not yet marked by writing or drawing
- make clean by removing dirt, filth, or unwanted substances from; "Clean the stove!"; "The dentist cleaned my teeth"
- Free from dirt, marks, or stains
Chapter 1
“Hate the sin and love the sinner.” -Mahatma Ghandi
New York, New York, October 1981
Spike watched his prey. The slayer. The girl with long black hair, and the emerald eyes. He knew a lot about her, he’d been watching her awhile.
Her name was Alexa. Alexa Rome Tetter. She was 21 years old, and had been chosen after Spike killed Nikki Wood 4 years before. She had finished high school, but didn’t continue her education. It was hard, being the slayer and all. But she was doing well.
Alexa walked down the dark street, a stake hidden her leather jacket. She walked with confidence and bravery. She looked around, she felt someone watching her. Then again, she had for months.
Spike stayed concealed in the shadows and alleys. He was quick and quiet. He’d already killed 2 slayers, Alexa was to be his third. “You’re different then the first 2.” He whispered. “You think you can beat any of us. You know I killed Nikki, but you’ve never bothered looking for me.”
Alexa turned around. “Who’s there?” She asked, ready to grab her stake and go into combat any moment.
Spike stepped out of the alley. “So we meet again …” He smiled. He was wearing a black t-shirt, jeans, and Nikki’s leather duster. His bottle-blonde hair was spiked up. “Alexandria Tetter… How’s the boy doing without his mum? It’s got to be awfully traumatizing, having your mum die at such a young age. But he has you. Well, he won’t in about 5 minutes…”
“I’m not going anywhere.” Alexa answered, pulling her stake from her jacket. “I understand, you like killing us. The slayers. You hunt us down, watch us, learn about us… But you will never understand what we are. What we go through every day. Only the slayer and the watcher know.”
“Are we done with the small talk yet?” Spike asked, he was growing impatient.
“Sure, babe.” Alexa smiled. “Ready when you are.”
Spike shook his head. “You really aren’t like the others, are you?”
“Nope” Alexa said. “Neither are you though. Not many Billy Idol vampires out there.”
“Hey!”
Alexa rolled her eyes, and turned to walk away. This obviously wasn’t worth it.
~~~The Next Day, 8:00 p.m. ~~~~
Alexa was asleep on the couch of the small house she was staying in. She was dreaming about Spike. Dreaming about killing him. About making him pay for what he did to poor Robin.
“Alexa!” She heard a young voice say.
Alexa opened her eyes, and saw little robin standing in front of her. He was 8 years old now. It had been 4 years since Spike killed his mother. “Hey, Robby.”
Robin held out an envelope to Alexa. “This was on the porch. It’s addresses to you.”
“Thanks.” Alexa smiled warmly, and took the envelope. She opened it, and read the paper inside.
“Alexa,
Meet me at the bar on the corner of 18th and 20th. 9:00, sharp. Bring anything you think you’ll need to kill me. Be late, and I’ll make sure you die slowly & painfully.
Spike”
Alexa shook her head, and ran up the stairs. She threw on some clothes, and ran back downstairs. She ran outside, and towards the bar. She wasn’t paying attention as she ran down the street.
Alexa opened her eyes, and groaned. “What happened?” She muttered. She couldn’t remember anything from the previous night. She attempted to sit up, but someone pulled her back down onto the silk sheets.
Spike.
“Why don’t you stay for awhile, pet? Have a bit more fun?” Spike chuckled.
Alexa looked at Spike, and frowned. “What? No. I, I would never.”
“You don’t remember… You really don’t remember.” Spike tilted his head at Alexa.
“Remember what?”
Spike gently took Alexa’s hand, and moved it to her neck, where there were two little punctures. A vampire bite. “I sired you last night, love. You’re like me a now. A creature of the night, a demon…” Spike smiled. “A vampire.”
Alexa stared at Spike in disbelief. “I, I have to go.”
“Where do you think you’re going to go? The suns out. You’ll turn to ash.” Spike said calmly. “Why do you want to leave anyway?”
“Because I’m not like you. I, I, I won’t kill-” She stopped short, and swallowed. Everything hit her at once. The thirst, the thirst for the blood. The power, the strength inside her. And what she felt for Spike, love, want, desire.
Spike grinned, and kissed Alexa. “You’ll be great at this, Lex. Lord knows you can fight.”
A nervous laugh escaped Alexa. “Yeah…”
“What’s wrong?” Spike asked. He was worried. Worried what was actually happening to Alexa – A slayer turned into a vampire.
“I’m thirsty.” Alexa bit her lip. “Satisfy me.”
“Anything for you.” Spike pulled Alexa close, and kissed her neck gently. “Anything.”
“Uncle Rupert, where’s Alexa?” Robin looked at the former watcher of his mother. “Is she OK?”
“I’m sure she is.” Rupert said, and took of his glasses, cleaning them nervously. “I hope she is.”
“You don’t know, do you?” Robin frowned. He’d already lost his mother to Spike, and he knew very well that Alexa had been ‘fighting’ with him.
“Unfortunately, no. I don’t.” Rupert sighed. “She’s a good slayer. She’s not stupid enough to let Spike kill her.”
“He ki
Master Control Room 1: The Heart of a TV Station
These were a couple of quick snapshots I took on the last day of working at the tv station. This is Master Control, A view of a tv station most people don't see...The heart of the operations for a tv station.
The passage below comes from a poster that was given to me by my co-workers on my last day at the station that now hangs in my home office as a reminder:
We Love TV....
We love the feel of a remote in our hands. We love that people decorate their entire living rooms around the TV/La-z-boy combo, and we love that they'll justify throwing out the dining table to make room for an even bigger TV. We love that people willingly and openly spend prime time of their day watching television. We love the way the color goes a little weird by the edge of the picture tube. We love that everyone says you shouldn't watch too much TV but that everyone watches way to much TV. We love the sound of canned laughter. We love yelling at the screen. We love that the news comes right before some silly comedies so we don't have to remember the bad stuff for too long. We love that everything's so pretty and clean, even when it pretends to be dirty. We love that even "reality-TV" isn't really reality. We love that we can see all the people on TV but they cant see us. We love hanging out with people who are cooler than we are. We love that the stars' characters never die, no matter how bad things get for them. We love that everything always works out so neatly for everyone. We love easy answers and pat endings. We love pretending that we, too, are cops. We love that bad guys always wear a patch or a black leather jacket so we know exactly who they are. We love that the kitchen's always on the left and there's always a stairway in the back and that nobody every really locks their doors...We Love TV.
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