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𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄-𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇 🍂

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autumn came in spite of winter, just as winter came in spite of spring, and spring in spite of summer. so on and so forth the seasons topple onward, a sonorous affair that eclipses the last's ephemeral breath, but above all else, two things remain true — the seasons start and end with peter parker, and autumn never truly feels like autumn until he burns his tongue on hot apple cider.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 & 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

a lovely, dovely shoutout to my dearest @aniqua, @cocoamoonmalfoy, @arachine for holding my hand through this process 🥺 this. . . this is the frankenstein of hot messs™️, so proceed with caution. there will be nsfw content, so if you are a minor, please do not interact!

extended warnings ➛ nsfw, fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, cunnilingus, slight exhibitionism (but no one gets caught), and peter parker being a little shit.

SEPTEMBER 20, 2021.

WESTCHESTER, NY.

The moon dawdles beneath a tarp of star-seamed stucco — a crepe-paper mobile eclipsing the seam of Westchester, swathing upstate New York in its amber embrace.

The harvest moon is out tonight, and so are the people.

You watch as it’s pale icteric gaze kisses apple-crate storefronts, casting champagne highlights across the cobblestone pathways and all its inhabitants. What once was a desolate farmer’s market was now a bustling, late-bloomed village, where pumpkin carving dwellings and apple cider conservatories sprout from the grasslands in kindling droves, replicating the warmth autumn has so swiftly snatched just to ignite a sleeping village with amorous brushfire.

Despite the waxing influx of visitors, it somehow feels like you and Peter are the only two people in the entire world, your footsteps syncing up in perfect tandem as leaves whirl around your feet like russet - gold tumbleweeds.

In this moment, it’s just you, and him… and the ever cautious mantra of the apple cider vendor — reminding Peter of how hot the cup is.

That she’s about to hand him the cup, and it is extremely hot.

And he nods — he has the audacity to nod — as if he isn't clearly reaching for the flimsy paper cup with bare, outreached hands.

By the time he has the beverage clasped in his grasp, you don’t have the heart to look at the vendor — not when his thin veil of ease is busy masking the comical grimace that comes with an inflamed hand. Instead, you usher him away from the plywood hut, avoiding the blithe audience that has accumulated behind you.

The palm of his hand eclipses your own with a warm inner-face, an unconscious effort to keep you in his orbit. Fingers weave into your own with a familiar ease, build up a steady swing with each southbound step, but you can still make out the light rhythm he taps across your knuckles. It’s something fast-paced, and far too complex for someone with so little musical prowess. It elicits an all out grin from the twitch of your lips regardless.

That sweet moment of solace, that pocket of time reserved solely for the two of you, is upheaved by a bolstering —

“Shit!”

You resist the urge to sink yours eyes into the back of your head when MJ’s goading alto pecks at your ear, besmirching the cruel reminder of how wrong you were. You should have bet money on it, should have known better than to imagine a year where Peter Parker didn’t attempt to gulp down a six ounce cup of streaming hot cider like the web of life dangled upon it — but your friend had a penchant for being right, and no amount of money could ever��amount to the sheer joy of knowing it.

Your chuckle — a stilted minuet of half-hearted levity— chimes through crisp, harvest air in sweet triplets. “Sheesh, Parker. Without fail.”

He doesn’t bother to answer you, far too concerned with the scorched plane of his tongue to muster a coherent enough response. That’s when your lite motif barrels into something heartier, something the helm of your porcelain gates does little to assuage, as you outright laugh at his improvised balm, panting into the night air with thick, foggy plumes of breath.

“Calm down, Lassie. Do you want me to kiss it better?” You tease, head lolling to the side, taking the opportunity to survey, and ultimately intake, his helpless demeanor. Your heart would squeeze at such a sight if it weren’t so humorously acquainted with it.

Your wounded lover attempts to accept your offer, but his, “please?” quickly melts into a dilapidated “ble?” before he can salvage its remains.

Moments like these just beg the question of how you got so lucky. How did you manage to find someone so seemingly hand-crafted for you — a twinkling star fit for the palm of your waiting hand? Awkward, and clumsy, and frayed at the seams, but yours all the same.

You're ripped from your lovelorn reverie by a wonted fanfare — The Imperial March.

Ned.

It only takes a few seconds for Peter to scour the message before he parrots it back to you. Regardless of whether its sent in the groupchat, or to Peter in private, Ned is painfully aware of how little is off-limits when it comes to you.

“Ned said him and Betty have been in the hay maze for forty-five minutes,” Honeycomb hues meet yours instantly, only one thought circulating through your shared orbit. “Think we can beat ‘em?”

“Marco?” Is this the third or third hundredth time? You’ve lost count — the name foreign, yet all too familiar as it rolls off your tongue. “Marco!”

“Polo.”

You can tell he’s exhausted. That’s one of the many benefits of lending your heart to him — and vice versa — his fatigue seeps into your own, blurring and melding until it’s one gaudy semblance of debility.

You can also tell that his head is pressed against the bale of hay opposite you. If the gentle rustle of hay didn’t tickle your senses, then the accompanying forlorn sigh surely would have.

With roughly eighteen inches of forage separating you, you wonder just how looming a threat your boyfriend truly stands against New York’s most fiendish villains. How — when his greatest enemy at the moment is cow fodder?

You decide to meet him halfway, nuzzling your forehead into your side of the barrier as if it was his own. “We’ve been going at it for hours, Peter."

His chuckle — something light and twinkling with mischief — punctures the air. If you didn’t know any better, you’d wonder if it was truly your boyfriend on the other side, and not some mythical woodland creature.

But alas, his humored timbre qualms any sense of doubt. “I don’t see why you’re complaining — if memory serves me right, you’ve lasted way longer than twenty minutes.”

You sigh — opting to ignore his shameless display of immaturity — pushing yourself off the wall and further from him. “Are you sure you don’t remember where we split off?”

“Well, I remember making a turn at a stack of hay, and then I made another turn…” You don’t need enhanced hearing to make out the tap of his finger against his chin. Serves you right forgetting your boyfriend is equal parts ‘shy schoolgirl’ and ‘little shit’. “Yeah, at another stack of hay, and if you wouldn’t believe, there was another stack of hay! Wanna take a jab at—”

Though you prayed for silence, you never imagined it would come in abundance. The floor dropped out from beneath his testimony, drowning you in tides of worry. The unknown is a mighty tempest, a jarring typhoon of possibility, and with little sway for your excessive imagination.

What if one of his sworn enemies has taken this brief moment of solitude to ambush him? What if his blood sugar has spiked beyond medical aid? What if someone heard his sarcastic quips and knocked the living daylights out of him?

“Peter?” Your voice strives to slither past the foraged divide, but to no avail, barely meandering over the peak, “Peter, are you okay?”

No response. Not a sound, save for the distant chatter of disparate maze runners, and the far off rustle of leaves dangling just above the maze. If it weren’t for their gentle pizzicato, you might have heard the faint thump of barley, and their subsequent restock. Hell, maybe you’d even notice the slight nudge of the wall beside you, and how you were the prey — a raucous, buzzing little thing with no chance against your silver-fanged predator.

“Gotcha!” The sound, the newfound presence, the inevitable sense of danger — it all renders you motionless. Toned arms wreath around your unforgiving frame, clasping hard around the squirm, trying hard to immobilize you despite your valiant efforts, and though his voice lends a calming salve to a fretful situation, you persist. Blind to the reality of the situation, hampered by the fear. “Hey hey hey, it’s me! Look — Look at me. It's just me. I’ve got you.”

You finally still in his arms.

One, two, three blinks, each divided by a sharp, jagged breath, and then a shove. Two shoves. Three shoves. You’re nearly inclined to tackle him to the ground, but you think better of it, seeing as your dress isn’t suited for hand-to-hand combat.

You’re not satisfied until he’s struggling against a nearby bale of hay, nor do you stop until his digits encompass your wiry wrists — and even then, you still struggle against his grasp, his stifled laughter only prompting you further.

“You’re really cute when you’re angry.”

The cocky remark summons a scowl to your brims, and there’s not a hint of hesitation when your knee collides with the inside of his thigh. He’s just lucky that the angle is skewed, a couple degrees to the left and it would have landed hard against his —

“No really, did I mention how cute you look today?” He tilts his head, and somehow, he successfully catches you off guard.

A small frown forms between your perfectly manicured brows, tilting your jaw downward to survey what was once a hastily strewn attire — a simple, cotton dress that kisses the top of your knees, bundled under the oversized expanse of your chunky, woolen sweater. If it weren’t for the lazy circles he managed to sneak into the back of your knees, you would assume he was teasing you, but his attention is clearly piqued. His eyes flit across your frame in a shameless display of endearment, and you narrowly avoid the buckle of your knees.

“You think so?” Pearly veneers dig into the corner of your lesser lip, a preemptive strike against the dopey smile that forms from his confirmation.

“Adorable, actually.”

His timbre drops barely above a rasp, unfurling into a territory most treacherous and rarely inhabited outside either of your bedrooms. It’s low, and desperate, and curling it’s fingers around the base of your stomach, setting off alarms at every corner of your tightening chest.

“Reel it in, tiger.” You affectionately trace your finger down the bridge of his nose, unsuccessfully fighting the simper that swells to fruition when you stroke the tiny notch in its path. His random spurts of desire aren’t so random in your eyes. In fact, all they really take are a couple instances worth of bait — a couple slaps here, a goading comment there — anything to get his blood flowing. And flow it does, rising and boiling into a tepid froth, and whether his spider senses are cause for any blame, you’re formally acquainted with the aftermath of such taunting.

It’s sitting right before you, a wolf licking its chops beneath a lamb sheared mane.

“What?” he chirps, blinking up at you with his best attempt at faux innocence, swallowing what little mischief riddles his tone. “I just think you look nice.”

He closes the gap between you before you can conjure a witty response, fervent lips stealing the remainder of your words, your breath, in a longing union of lips, and tongue, and teeth galore. Your thoughts were soon lost to the overwhelming onslaught of him, thin lips cascading over your own in greedy waves, threatening to sweep every ounce of you up into his rolling tide, devour you whole, shallow out the spot closest to his heart in hopes of lending you its eternal residence.

“I really like your sweater.” Amidst gradual passes of his feather-light tongue, ivory veneers nip at the swell of your lips, soothing his blistering assault with a tender caress. “Bet you’re super warm.”

“Yeah?” You brows nearly shoot into your hairline, a staggering sigh toppling from the back of your throat as his hands map out the curve of your waist, toying with the hem of your sweater until it sheaths his fingers — and even then, it’s not enough. They dance along the ruched seams, waltz in time with the shivers that rack your spine, until finally, they take residence just beneath the curve of your breast, knuckles faintly tracing the underside. “I’ll, uh- I’ll look for one for you next time we go-”

“No bra?“ He wonders aloud, intrigued by the thin divide between you and the cup of his palms, letting an octave give way to his corroborative hum. Your weak excuse dies on the tip of your tongue, and you try to convince yourself that the thick swallow that follows is one of consumption, and not bridled with tension.

His hands, those calloused fingertips, venture beneath billows of cable knit catacombs, scour up, up, up acres of match-lit skin in search of an answer. Smothered within the cavern of your throat, entombed beneath skidded sighs and staggering pants that stockpile like boulders, upon the crest of your tongue it lays.

And he loves it. Trips over himself in pursuit of that fleeting sense of submission.

You allow yourself just enough clarity to compose a suitable defense, testifying on the skewed grounds of, “I didn’t — the sweater… it felt a little redundant.”

“Hmmm,” he muses, nearly pensive, as if the reality of your bare chest hasn’t plagued his mind since the very thought occurred. “That’s true. Though I’m not complaining.”

His thumb finally grazes over the spot where your nipples strain against your dress and you both fold — you, with your fluttery intake of breath and him, with his fierce exhale. Even the ghost of pressure sparks a light deep in the barrow of your belly. “And so it seems to you.”

The thin canopy of foliage that skirts the blueprint of the hay maze does little to quell your fear of being caught, but just enough to propel your further into his grasp — lithe digits sprouting amidst the nape of his neck as their twins dig lunettes into his bicep, grappling for leverage, for some tether to the ground, lest his whirlwind of ruttish ministrations send you careening toward the harvest moon itself.

You can’t. You’re ripped from your lavish stupor by stark realization, a backhanded strike of clarity that begs the question — where does this end?

You don’t care to find out. So, you scramble, clawing at stray seedlings of an excuse.

“Do you wanna—” A sin-slick tongue climbs the juncture of your jaw, cauterizing the thought, sterilizing the sound, confiscating the air in its very tracks. Yet, you persevere, reviving your feeble attempt, “Do you wanna go back in the maze?”

You already know his answer, so it barely surprises you when downy, chestnut curls tickle the side of your neck with an abstinent shake — the chuckle you release is but a sheer mask for your bittersweet sigh.

“No? No, me neither.” And so he continues, greedy palms weighing the curve of your breasts as his lips reclaim dominion over the plush valley of your own, swallowing your tiny mewls with a hunger seldom seen until you, begrudgingly so, tear yourself away again.

“Maybe we can — Maybe we can go back in the van?”

The thought of getting off in the back of his 1980′s Chevy G30 is a sobering one, to say the least, especially when it’s tethered to the fact that it’s under Ned’s name as well — but a small part of you would rather a creaky backseat rendezvous over a fine for public indecency.

With a disgruntled sigh, Peter tears himself from the cradle of your neck with a wet smack, diverting his palms to the swell of your hips. You’re cornered by his puppy dog gaze, maple leaf hues strung beneath asymmetrical brows, and struggle to swallow beneath the gravity of his silence alone.

“What’s wrong, pretty girl? You don’t like this?” His palms sooth over the blistering expanse of your thighs, twin trespassers voyeuring beneath the rumpled hem of your dress — traipsing upon the silk-spun rope of his advances. He knows you like the back of his hand, charts out the starry gleam of your gaze like the trails of his palm’s indentation, pinpoints the exact coordinate of your desire, and whether it leans in his favor. If the keen thrust of your hips, seeking refuge in the wealth of his wandering hands, serves any inclination, he’s found his vantage point. “You don’t want me to make you feel good?”

Caution is soon swept into November’s galeful sigh as his knuckles swipe across the front of your panties, sparking a sliver of friction against the wet patch that has formed there. Providing a mere whisper of what’s to come.

His name struggles to spill from your lips —no obstacles to place the blame upon, no hindrances — just the sheer result of his teasing advances brings your voice to a rearing halt.

No matter, he takes advantage of this opportunity, filling the silence with his wicked words. “Just relax for me. You know I won’t let anyone see. This pussy was made just for me.”

He’s good. He’s so good, it takes you a while to remember why you were apprehensive in the first place — why you stopped him from steering you to the balefuls of hay scattered at your disposal, why you refused to let your legs lounge upon his shoulders, why you deprived him of such an intimate showcase of your devotion — of the arousal pooling past your cotton panties, smearing across your thighs in translucent floe.

“So, so sweet.” he hums against your core, his tongue near ravenous as he laps at the nectar spilling from your tight little hole, savoring each languid stroke and the cloying waves of arousal that accompany it.

He can feel the eagerness building in the hollow of your hips, bucking against his tongue in needy strides. You’re on the verge of damn near riding his face, overwhelmed by the hunger that festered deep within his actions — and had his arms not trapped your thighs in a vice-like grip, you very well would have.

“Please, Peter.” you beg, mind so muddled with pleasure that you can barely find a reason for your mindless pleading.

“Please what, pretty girl?” He tears himself from your centre just long enough to shoot you a condoling gaze, and you can;t suppress the pitiful whimper that spills past your lips, the absence of his tongue depriving you of his warmth in all its vulgar glory. Even as his broad, sweeping shoulders press into the back of your thighs, forcing your legs down and apart with his biceps, and even as his fingers voyeur underneath the hem of your nightdress, bunching the silky fabric to your waist, you still need more — more of his skilled tongue, more of his filthy words, more of him. So, never one to disappoint — nor waste a hard earned meal — he replaces his tongue with his fingers, ghosting lazy circles over your sensitive bud whilst he waits for an answer neither of you know. “What do you need? I’ll give you anything you want, but you gotta speak to me.”

“M-more.” You manage to spit out, voice desperate and wrecked under his barely there pressure. “I need more, Peter.”

“More of what?” At this point, he’s outright punishing you, what with how quickly his lazy circles shift into gentle strokes of his thumb, teasing you to a point where the hay you’re strewn upon provides more friction than his ministrations — but if it means that he can revel in the pretty little noises that sneak past your lips, and the feeble stir of your thighs against his hold, for just a moment longer, then it is all the more worthwhile. “You want more of my tongue, or do you want me to use my fingers?”

You don’t even hesitate, writhing against his arms as you chase his barely there pressure. “Both, Pete. I want both, please.”

“‘Atta girl. You’re so wet for someone who wanted to go back in the maze.” Like a rubber band, something taut within him finally snaps, and his eager, hot mouth is back where it rightfully belongs, spoiling your clit with a series of quick, remorseless laps that leave you gasping for air. He wastes no time burying his middle finger into your heat — slowly, carefully working you open, your walls lighting up like a circuit board against the lithe intrusion.

“So fucking tight, too.” he notes casually, as if he isn’t buried to the last knuckle. The force of his digits pumping your arousal around causes the most obscene sounds to pour from your sopping hole as he plunges his middle finger deep inside you, and he promptly adds the adjacent when he notices your breathy sighs grow needier, laced with an urgency only the stretch of his fingers can provide. “Just know you’re gonna feel like heaven wrapped around my cock.”

To compare your body to heaven, though, feels like a gross understatement. How can he be privy to such sweet, unfettered salvation, reign at the disposal of someone as enchanting as you — clad in nothing but that dulcet half - smile he yearns to be on the receiving end of. If your thighs are the pillars to a hidden sanctum, there he is as nothing but a humble disciple, preaching gospel into the space between your legs, glorious waves of ambrosia blessing his tongue as it ravages every inch of your warm, velvety walls. You’re like the scripture, a body of work he’ll dutifully follow to the end of times, devoting his life to the memory of your puffy, kiss-weathered lips and heat-stricken glow. Heaven can do no justice when you are the faith itself, a religion he can finally find peace in — find home in.

And if you haven’t felt it before, there is no denying it now, his fingers and mouth devouring you like you’re his last meal. The back of your wrist is bathed in the parting breath of your needy, wanton moans, mixed with the vulgar sounds he produces each time he pats his tongue against your clit. His fingers are busy pounding into your opening, curling them at the hilt of each thrust, and a wild blush blooms across your cheeks as pools of your arousal drip from his fingers like honey.

You can hear it, the excess wetness squelching against your cunt at a punishing tempo.

You muster just enough strength to lift yourself up without a traitorous moan, stray needles of hay prickling at your elbows as you lean on your forearms, and the view of Peter’s handiwork is enough to tighten the coil slowly building in your stomach. He is obscene, with his warm caramel hues fluttered to a close, and his chin glistening in a thin sheen of your arousal. He has abandoned your clit in pursuit of your opening again, replacing his fingers with his tongue just to indulge in yet another course of your sweet juices, his broken nose clumsily knocking against your clit as your walls clamped around his tongue.

A small part of you yearns for a distraction, selfishly aches for a semblance of reprieve amidst the brutal onslaught of his tongue.

Yet, as if he can hear your very thoughts, his hands climb the curve of your hips, branching off from your waist to intertwine with your hands, offering you support with a reassuring squeeze.

There’s something so tender about that moment, something far greater than the open expanse, with your fingers nestled perfectly between his own, and the sinful drag of his tongue caressing spots you didn’t even know existed, forever etching his name into the most intimate pieces of you.

You’re so glad you didn’t go back in the maze — hell, in your cockdrunk stupod, you’d be grateful to have him tucked between your thighs in the maze — so long as he’s the one by your side.

It takes you an embarrassing amount of time to realize that you're free of his hold, that you’re free to grind down against his ravenous tongue, chasing your high as it peaks just over the horizon. “Peter, I’m gonna cum.”

“I know, I can feel you.” he hums against your core, the vibrations only adding to the warmth that floods your body each time he laps at your snug, weepy entrance. “Let go for me.”

It only takes a couple more sinful drags of his tongue, paired with the dizzying reappearance of his thumb against your clit, to push you over the edge. Something guttural bubbles in your chest, soon erupting in a helpless scream, and all thoughts are lost to the sweet wash of release he coaxes out of you, your sopping cunt clenching around his tongue in sporadic waves.

His calloused fingers are quick to dig into your hips, guiding you back to his tongue as you try to shy away, and you aren’t sure if he wants to help you ride out your high or simply push you to yet another earth-shattering orgasm. Either way, you melt into his touch, tiny whimpers tumbling from your lips as he works your tender walls.

And even as fatigue blankets your weary form, and that once looming threat floats back to the surface of your lust-washed brain, one thing is for certain — you can’t wait for him to fuck you.

A low, hearty chuckle peals against your centre, and you wonder if Peter can feel you getting worked up all over again.

You pressed your palm against his head, silently urging him to let up, and he complies, the labored rise and fall of his chest further exemplified once he sits back on his haunches.

“C’mere, pretty girl,” he coaxed you into his lap with a pat of his thighs, watching you struggle to bound off your makeshift surface and crawl into his embrace with wobbly legs. You muster just enough strength to straddle his waist, draping yourself around his sinewy frame in a desperate attempt to suffocate any space between you, and his hands scale the side of your face, tenderly cupping your cheek. “Come taste how sweet you are.”

You waste no time crashing your mouth against his, and he wastes no time prying the seam of your lips apart with his tongue, using his free hand to cradle the back of your head as he pours lifetimes worth of yearning, of insatiable want, against your waiting mouth — woefully humbled by just how mutual the feeling is.

You moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue and paw miserably at his back, aching to feel more of him, to be impossibly closer.

But soon his hands are patting your backside, shucking shy leaflets off the downy fabric against your backside, and his hand finds purchase against the crown of your head. He combats your incredulous gaze with a warm, enchanting sweep of a laugh — so saccharine, so tooth-achingly infectious, that it coaxes a flurry of soft giggles from your belly.

And for a fleeting second, you forget that the curved imprint threatening the sanctity of Peter’s jeans feels perfect against your sensitive heat, and that your panties are nowhere to be found, and that the late-bloomed weather is what sends a shiver up your spine. All you know is Peter, Peter, Peter — and the harrowing weight of love that he pours into his gaze whenever it lands on you.

“Let’s get out of here.” He suggests, applying just enough pressure to the back of your head to bring you down to his lips, punctuating his soft reassurance with a soft scattering of chaste kisses, your forehead blushed with apple cider kisses.

It takes everything in him to tear his lips from you, but he fails to smother his soft chuckle once you whine at the loss of contact, opting to offer you his hand for leverage. The ground feels foreign beneath your wobbly stature, regardless of your intimate acquaintance, and you’re further disoriented once he pulls you into his chest, hushed words curling around the shell of your ear.

“The sooner we get out of here, the sooner I can finish what we started.” Sealing his sacred vow, he plants one last, lingering kiss to the spot just below your ear, a contrastingly tender period to such a frazzling statement. You get the privilege of wondering how he does it so casually.

“Hey, where’d you guys go?” Ned is the first to acknowledge you, wrapping you up in one of his signature embraces, just tgt enough to knock the wind out of you, along with any doubt that he cherishes you and your place in his arms. He then turns to Peter, and the ceremonial handshake commences, filled with hand acrobatics and the remainder of his query. “There was this guy dressed up as Spiderman on Main Street, reading ghost stories to the kids. You would have loved it.”

MJ’s knowing gaze is a hot poker on the side of your face, and despite the deep flush painting your chest, and the stray piece of hay itching at your scalp, you find enough courage to ignore it. Opting to prop your chin onto Betty’s shoulder, nuzzling through the curtain of tawny locks precariously curled upon her shoulder.

“Do you know what story he was telling?” Peter’s brows are stitched to his hairline, trapped in a ceaseless spell of intrigue and disbelief. “Please tell me it’s not the piragua bit again. You spill piña colada syrup on your suit one time-”

You don’t bother listening to his dissertation, you’ve heard it one too many times before. You just choose to relish in this very moment.

The warmth of it all — the flash of hope — in your friends, in the buzz of the town at it’s witching hour, in the love of your life. It sits, and festers, and then it blooms In spite of lost summer youth, and wintry whispers of demise, it blooms evermore.

Autumn comes in spite of summer, as winter comes in spite of autumn. So on and so forth, they barrel over one another, taking stock of what came before and persevering in it’s haste. No one season is like the last, but above all else, two things remain true — the seasons start and end with Peter Parker, and autumn never truly feels like autumn until he burns his tongue on hot apple cider.

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So Katie did a really good analysis today on the two stories which appeared about the Borg this morning — one in the Journal, the other in the New York Times. Katie wrote a memo for our entire media relations staff and I thought I’d share some of it with you because Katie is really sharp about analyzing the filthy hacks in the press. I’ll skip the top few paragraphs where she tells me how smart and cool and handsome I am and just cut in to where she starts talking about the articles.

For the record they are here (Journal) and here (Times).

“Journal and NYT both have articles this a.m. on MSFT and it’s instructive to see how each went after basically the same material. Beastmaster & Co. used last week’s financial analysts meeting as an excuse to bring in some big press and purge a story that’s been hanging over their heads for a year now. To wit: What happens when the Prince of Darkness leaves? Who’s going to run this nuthouse? Will they be evil enough or will they be like Scott Evil, just one calorie, evil lite, etc. etc.

“Times story is by John “Mail It In” Markoff who appears to have simply flown to Redmond, spent an hour with Gates, Mundie and Ozzie, taken down a bit of what they said, then transcribed it into his laptop and filed it as his story, weaving in a few bits of general knowledge about Microsoft (threatened by Google, Web apps are the future, blah blah). This is Markoff’s M.O. and no doubt it’s why Waggener Edstrom probably insisted on giving the story to him. Next week he’ll visit some IBM research lab and transcribe some tale they’re telling about moving a pair of molecules around in a petri dish. WTF, it’s a living, and he’ll soon be collecting a pension.

“Journal story is by Robert Guth and it shows why the Journal remains the one news outlet we really need to worry about. Guth zooms in on Mundie, gets deep detail (what flavor power bar he eats on the road, what he learned in fourth grade) and either sat in on meetings in Europe with Mundie or at least learned enough to create the impression that he did. In other words, he actually did some reporting. Along the way he dug up how messed up the Borg’s internal communications are, eg research labs in different locations are working on the same projects and don’t realize it, and depicts the Borg as bloated, slow, dim, unable to get new technologies to market effectively, and so on.

“Advantage Guth. Advantage Journal. Bad news for us since the Journal hacks clearly still have it in for us.”

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Lucky Pong of PONG CORP

In the Year of our Lord 60,022, fifteen thousand years after the third Dropping of the Bombs, Lucky Pong of the latter day Pongses, 6th Scion of PONG CORP, had a most terrible nightmare. A vision so blasphemous he immediately jumped out of his nest and had his assistant sousaphone the board members- all 1600!- for an emergency meeting in his office at TOP-OF-THE-WORLDTM. The Simians of the Board soared there as fast as they could on genetically implanted wings, pterodactyls, turbosaxes, and all the other wonderful inventions of PONG CORP, to where Lucky Pong, still in his satin nighties, waited for them in the Boardroom.

“Gentleapes, Ladies.” The chimpanzee addressed them before they could so much as scooch in their sitters. “I have called you here in an hour of dire crisis. But first, a PONG CORP brand preyertm!”

The Simians rushed through the preyertm to the Capital, the Free Market, and the Holy PONG CORP, the once and forever true scion of Capital (may it forever guide them).

The ritual complete, Lucky Pong told them of his vision.

“A monstrous, despotic turn of events had occurred! One I had not ever considered possible even in the most absurd of circumstances. Of course I awoke right away, which is why you now all sit before me. Gentleapes, Ladies” Lucky Pong inhaled, the board staring in hushed silence. The idea their beloved CEO could show anything less than pure confidence was absurd to them.

“I had a dream in which PONG CORP did not known everything!”

The simians of the board, unsurprisingly, went apesh!t.

Had their stock NOT been rising exponentially for the past 10,000 years?! Wailed a gorilla.

Had Genghis Pong, Lucky Pong’s own Grandfather, not acquired the rights to Heaven and Hell in a fierce sixty year legal battle?! Howled an orangutan.

The current Pong culled their outrage with a blast from his goober-whistle.

“Ladies and Gentleapes, I chide you now, I chide you! This behavior is what I’d expect from Liberals, not Simians of the Board!”

Still, the Board Members perched in their chairs: eyes covered, so they could see no evil. Ears blotted, so they could hear no evil. Mouths adjourned, so they might not speak evil.

And indeed, they could not see, or hear, or speak evil, because thousands of quarters ago, Lucky Pong’s Great-Great Grandfather Hong Pong had outcompeted evil, forcing it to declare bankruptcy. For the past 1,000 years, it had scraped by as a maintenance worker in Lucky Pong’s toilet-factory.

“AS I WAS SAYING!” Hooted the indomitable CEO, bearing his fangs. “The implications for this are dire. For if I can dream of a place where we do not own everything, then by logical deduction, there must be a place out there that we DO NOT OWN!”

This was, of course, completely ridiculous, even in a world of where monkeys sat in board rooms nattering about market growth. But they did not question, because their brains had at birth been lopped out and replaced with PONG CORP brand Brainztm. These were fortified with a lifetime’s supply of vitamin C and came in over sixty designer colors, but were, in an ironic twist of fate, not particularly good for critical thought. So when the Board saw Lucky Pong quiver, they quivered with him.

The simian CEO took a swig from a pitcher of Earl Grey tap water.

“I request you all look into this matter immediately! Meeting adjourned!”

The board members loped away with their knuckle walks, leaving only the CEO to mull over the ruckus.

. . .

And mull he did, all the way back to his nest-palace, as the sun shone on another PONG CORP brand Dawnetm (Now with more vitamin D!). Oh, how the synapses in his brain fluttered and flackered! So much they sputtered sparks all over the floor.

And by chance, one of them hit a spider, which at the time was busy scrounging for flies on the carpet. The spider let fly a squeal, darting ziggard-zaggard across the carpet…

Right into the dustpan of Freddie, Butler-Domo of PONG CORP.

“What is troubling your mind so, Master Pong?” Instigated the glorified servant. “To stress the lifetime warranty of your magnificent brain?”

“A dream! A terrible dream!” shrieked Pong.

And he lay his pains on Freddie in a most obnoxiously eloquent manner. This was not an unusual experience for Freddie. Unfortunately.

“Well, funny you should mention dreams.” Began that servant. On the terrace, the PONG CORP ZunTM now shone high in the sky. “Because here, in my dustbin, I have a most remarkable creature!”

“Pray tell! Pray tell!” Howled the CEO.

“Observe!” the servant held up the spider. “The glorious DREAM WEAVER!”

The servant released the little arachnid, which, as spiders are wont to do, skittered over to a high wall, and started to weave its’ web.

“Me no concur.” The CEO, scritched his puzzler.

The spider kept to its knitting, uninterested in Pong in a way that perplexed the simian.

“Yes…” said the butler, “But also notice how the Web connects things. And how it holds. Stronger than steel, even!”

Once more, the synapses of Lucky Pong’s cranium sparked erratically. “So with a big enough spider, we could weave a bridge between dreams and reality!” He gripped his butler, motioning dramatically to where the ZunTM shimmered through an open window. “Think of all the worlds we can bring PONGCORP’s glorious LiteTM to! Marvy! Splendiferous!”

“Then we must get cracking, Sir.”

“And crack we shall!” The chimpanzee hooted.

From the nest-palace jetted out millions upon millions of PONG CORP brand pongo-birdsTM, darkening the skies like locusts as they traveled to all reaches of the Earth and its’ moon, issuing a fresh new order from the boss.

While the gene splicers and the chromosome men in R&D handled construction, Lucky Pong of the latter day Pongses, 6th Scion of PONG CORP had to endure the most agonizing burden of all: naming the damned thing. After an hour of spinning in his chair, throwing darts at random letters, he had it.

“AltechTM! The accumulation of all our greatest biotechnology!”

Three generations of PONG CORP low-level employees (a little under a month) later, Lucky Pong, growing anxious, was informed by bumblebee that Project AltechTM was near completion. It just needed his personal touches.

Lucky Pong always hated this part of the process. Whenever he made a new beastie, he would always have to go to the bio-labs, which meant mingling with the proletariat and their hideous mutations. A hazard of his job, he supposed. Still, the moment he saw AltechTM, larger than a football field, soft auburn hair, obsidian pearl eyes; body gently heaving under the weight of the 7D Algae-ChainzTM tethering eight delicate legs, the all-seeing eye of PONG Corp emblazoned on her abdomen; he knew she was the finest thing he’d ever seen emerge from PONG CORP’S dirtied birthing-pools.

She was perfect. And yet…

“Why are the eyes open?” the great CEO interrogated to the High Chief Brainsman, overseer of the project.

“Because spiders don’t have eyelids!”

The Brainsman would have snapped. Of course, he couldn’t splatter so much a syllable before Lucky Pong flung him out for his impudence.

A call for a new Brainsman was in order. But first…

Pongo-birdsTM pecked at Altech’s eyes until the great spider rattled awake.

“AltechTM!” hooted the CEO. “Awaken, my child!”

The spider stared, disinterested in the little monkey. Lucky Pong found this most unnerving, but continued-“

“In our corporation’s time of need, I have created you to spin a web between this world and all the realms of possibility yet to be blessed with PONG CORP’S glory! For a great, horrible injustice is wrought upon our fair business…”

One hour later, the spider was staring at the little monkey as if he had told just told her the secret to the universe was 67.

Lucky Pong snapped his fingers, and the Algae-ChanizTM flew off, clattering to the ground.

“Now- WEAVE!”

But AltechTM did not weave. She didn’t feel like it.

Lucky Pong sighed. Time to be persuasive.

Pulling out his goober-whistle, he breathed through it a loud, shrill, note. This activated the electric eel implanted in AltechTM’s brain, sending a billion volts coursing through her nervous system.

Still, AltechTM did not budge.

Lucky Pong whistled again, and from the hidden corners of the room burst his personal shock jockey troops, brandishing their boomprods. Pong had invested a great deal in this prize, and would not let it slight him so easily. He came prepared.

What he HADN’T prepared for, however, was the great arachnid, simmering, steaming, and finally, EVAPORATEING into the ether, leaving only a small electric eel flopping on the ground.

Everyone stood still, staring at the marvel that had occurred before their eyes.

The great CEO said noting, but seethed in fury as if he would evaporate himself. Lightning bolts shot from his overstressed head.

By the time Lucky Pong had calmed, 99.99% of the staff working on the project had been fired; only a single employee kept on staff to explain the debacle.

“W-well, sir,” quibbled the newly appointed High Chief Brainsman “T-the best I can think of is that it escaped by folding itself into another dimension where the lab doesn’t exist.”

“Bold-ur-DASH! The walls of this facility exist in all seven known dimensions!”

“W-well maybe there’s a-“

Lucky Pong slapped his subordinate, firing him on the spot.

“Villains and Treachery! Sodom and Gomorrah!” he barked all the way back to his nest-palace. Now, on top of everything else, there was a new dimension, on their very plane of existence, one his ancestors had utterly failed to seize the rights to!

He needed a break.

“What tires you, sir?” interrogated Freddie, seeing his master grungle into the nest-mansion.

“AltechTM! My beautiful, glorious, AltechTM! Adrift in the mists! The mists of a new dimension, yet conquered!”

Freddie patted his master on the shoulder. “Worry your head not, sir. The fault is mine. A spider is a PREDATORY organism. You know how those are, too clever; think for themselves. And eight legs! Sooooo many moving parts!”

From a nearby lamp, the servant plucked a leathery brown object.

“This moth, however! Dull! Obedient! Only six legs! But those WINGS! Why, if one were large enough…”

“…A single flap could tear the fabric of possibility! Rockenbach!” Finished the master.

And the pongo-birds filled the sky once more.

. . .

The moth was finished in record time- two weeks!-, which was a very good thing too, because AltechTM was popping back into reality, like an eight legged weasel, tearing PONG CORP oxygen-factories to shreds, shattering PONG CORP ley lines, and stealing away the best of PONG CORP’s think-tanks.

For the first time in millennia, PONGCORP’S stock dropped in value, although the simians of the board (those that had not offed themselves, at least) tried desperately to keep the situation under wraps, to no avail. Many PONG CORP employees, in fact, had cast their lot with the spider, with cults popping up like mushrooms. Yet, as world shattering as this was to the simians of the board, all that Lucky Pong of the latter day Pongses, 6th Scion of PONG CORP, could fixate on was his precious new toy, one that would surely best the villainous spider.

Even as the Lucky Pong and the simians of the board crouched before the Pong’s giant creation, now dubbed the GODMOTHTM, PONG CORP was at war with the spider, dumping Spore-bombsTM by the bushel on it, but to no avail.

“GODMOTHTM!” commanded Lucky Pong, and the dim-witted behemoth opened its’ eyes.

“Am I not your master?” he asked, to which the moth said nothing.

“Well?! Flap your wings, brute! Open the unexplored realms of dream for us, so that we may deliver our glorious brand to the multiverse!”

The moth, of course, complied, and…

The world shook as all across the planet, rifts to realms of dreams, places that might be, and all worlds of possibility were ripped into the fabric of reality.

The GODMOTHTM, in its’ dimness, had opened all possible rifts at once, without consideration of the consequences, because it did not have the capacity to question its’ master.

Apes screamed as they fell into the sky, or from suddenly being turned into a billion sardines, or suffered some other crude fate too gruesome to mention here. And the things that came from these rifts! Some innocent, but others monstrous beyond comprehension. Beings made of stardust and music, capable on murder just by breathing, they flooded into the Earth, bringing the eldritch rules that governed their home worlds with them. In this way the Earth was razed. All the assets, earnings, holdings, yearnings and dreams of PONG CORP shushed out in a great gust of multiversal wind.

Such was the end of Lucky Pong of the latter day Pongses, 6th Scion of PONG CORP.

…But for Altech, it was only the beginning. While cross-reality tempests scarred the 3rd dimension, the great spider waited in the bowels of the 8th, carrying the sad remnants of PONGCORP’S best and brightest on her back. Remnants that included, by chance, Freddie, former Butler-Domo of PONG CORP.

For immeasurable time beyond time, the GODMOTHTM flapped its’ wings, but eventually, it tired. Hearing the silence of the moth from her hiding spot, Altech finally remerged. And from her back sprang the brilliant minds, servants, and living toilets PONG CORP had cast aside, to repopulate the world, as their savior, using her webs, repaired the borders between the worlds of reality, dream, and everything in between. Her task complete, the spider left to the outer dimensions, where even now she will share her gifts and knowledge with those she deems worthy. As for the moth, it came to rest deep beneath the Earth, in the ruins of the old laboratory where it had been manufactured. And to this day, slumbers there still.

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placetobenation · 5 years

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Welcome to the Wednesday Walk Around the Web, where we weave & wind through weblinks weekly. Hopefully you will find the links on offer amusing, interesting, or, occasionally, profound. Views expressed in the Wednesday Walk do not necessarily reflect those of anyone but the writer.

It’s completely fair to have a certain level of cynicism when it comes to awareness-raising campaigns, but it seems to have brought significant attention and funding at least once: five years after the ALS ice bucket challenge, ALS research and treatment are genuinely in a much better place than they were before.

There was a minor Twitter explosion last week when writer Amy Pennza posted photographic proof of her mother-in-law-to-be wearing a wedding dress to Pennza’s wedding. Most squealed with terror and sympathy; others simply popped some corn and got ready for the drama. Added context, however, shows that this story is weird but ultimately wholesome; our first inclination is to hate this woman, but she actually seems like a great MIL and grandmother.

This Week in the Avengers: 16-Bit Scenes’ take on the Endgame was…inevitable.

This Week in Beer Can Gimmicks: I am mystified as to why someone would want to use a can of Miller Lite as a video game controller. Is this straight culture?

The Christians have so many reasons to try to get some good PR these days, and Waria is a very good start.

This Week in Good News: 50 years after being driven from Ph.D programs at the University of Chicago by professorial harrassment and institutional apathy, two women finally got to finish their degrees.

We could learn something from the Pakistani government livestream with the cat filter. C-SPAN, take note.

What did kids’ alphabet books do with the letter X before X-rays were discovered and xylophones became popular? This was certainly a fertile era for old King Xerxes.

Everything has a fandom, and everything has collectors. Take this lesson from the aftermarket collectors of vintage Kool-Aid packets.

This Week in Art Archives: A Space of Their Own, launching this fall, plans to host hundreds of restored works of women’s art that have gone overlooked and unremarked upon.

As Pride month draws to a close (and Wrath month draws near), it’s a good time to evaluate the rainbow capitalism craze, which companies do more than just slap a rainbow on their products, and how we can use them to communicate identity regardless of their origins. Like, obviously brands are going to favor bland missives like “love is love” and “love wins” over anything more confrontational, but that just means it’s up to everyone else fostering and taking space in queer frameworks to make space for some harder edges.

Plus, as we know, the best Pride clothing is this turban.

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This Week in Plugs: I released a podcast yesterday! My brother and I ran down the list of Democratic presidential candidates, all 548 of them, and some related topics.

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hammocktown · 6 years

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Fair Trade Hammocks Made in Thailand by Flying Squirrel Outfitters

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What is your name?

Brian Carraway

What is your company name?

Flying Squirrel Outfitters

What made you want to start a hammock company?

About three years ago I left everything behind, quit my office job, sold off all my stuff, and headed to Thailand in search of a new journey. After a year of exploration, I stumbled upon an amazing story about a hill tribe village in Northern Thailand that built a micro economy for themselves weaving hammocks. I was completely inspired with the story and quickly went to visit the operator of the project. I quickly fell in love with what was happening in the village, and was told the demand and need for more work was impending - so I wanted to help! Fast forward a year and half, the operator and I developed a parachute style hammock that was different, and began expanding high wage jobs for village seamstresses throughout the region. My inspiration was to not only to build a hammock that was different and designed for people to use it more, but also to transform communities through sustainable business practices. We have sold nearly 600 hammocks to date in Thailand alone!

How is your hammock company different than other hammock companies like ENO?

All of our hammocks are handmade in the very homes of the creators. There is no mass factory production or child labor, sourcing only local raw materials and manufacturing ourselves. Our seamstresses work from home, making a much higher wage, working near dependent family members, and becoming empowered woman within their communities. Aside form how they are made, we have developed a hammock that is fully adjustable, giving you different ways to hang in it. Our double barrel pouch design allows you to set up and break down your hammock in less than 30 seconds. The pouch serves as a fabric tensioner with the ability to slide it along the body of the hammock creating tension where desired. This enables you to sit in your hammock in different ways, increasing the visibility of the world and people around you. You can even adjust your hammock to create a hanging chair pod that allows you to sit more upright. Hammocks aren't just for midday naps, but to be enjoyed all the time.

What is your favorite thing about the hammocks you make?

Our pouch design is slick! It gives you complete adjustability, allowing you to use you hammock in different ways. We wanted to combat the sometimes annoying excess material flapping in your face, and increase the visibility by allowing you to create tension along the body. The pouch allows you to quickly set up and break it down, doubling as the fabric tensioner. Our hammock design makes it better to use while hammocking with friends, making it a more communal activity, without taking anything away form the traditional hammock design.

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Are your hammocks made for indoors or outdoors?

Our hammocks are to be used anywhere you can find anchor points! However, the design concept is great for travel, and people on the go. We have included an integrated handle and gear loop to always keep your trusty hammock on you. This doesn't mean you have to limit yourself to where you hang, but it gives you the ease of use for both indoor and outdoor use.

What accessories do your hammocks come with?

Our double hammocks come with smooth no snag carabiners, while the ultra lite comes with S Hooks, and both include webbing straps, so everything you need to hang out of the box. We are developing a mosquito net that will compliment the FSO hammock perfectly.

How heavy are your hammocks and how much weight can they hold?

FSO hammocks

weigh 1.76lbs - straps included. They can hold at least 350 pounds.

Is there anything else you would like to share with us?

By ordering a Flying Squirrel Hammock you are helping transform lives for the better in Thailand!

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10 Facts You Should Know About Android

1) Android wasn’t created by Google:

One may be shocked to hear that days back Google and Android were synonymous with each other but the reality is quite different. The name ‘Android’ came from the nickname of one of its founders named ‘Andy Rubin’. Android was established by Andy Rubin, Rich Miner, Nick Sears, and Chris White in 2003. Numerous individuals view Android as one of Google's best acquisitions. A decade after the procurement, Android has swelled to control 85% of the cell phone OS piece of the pie.

2) Initial intention:

Initially, Android was developed by Android Inc. as a platform for digital cameras. The main objective was to weave various applications into them. Android Open Source Project (AOSP) is the core Android source code. It is licensed under the Apache License. Eventually the focus shifted from digital cameras to smartphones. HTC Dream or T-Mobile G1 was the first handset to support Android in 2008 in United Kingdom. It incorporated a slide-up The Android operating system has evolved a lot, with the current version 8.1 ‘Oreo’ that was released in the last month of 2017.

3) ‘Sweet’ naming convention of Android:

Android has followed a convention to name the versions after famous desserts with Android 1.0 and 1.1 being the exceptions. For instance, Android 2.3 was named after ‘Ginger bread’, Android 4.1 to 4.3 were named after ‘Jelly bean’ and 4.4.2 was called KitKat after the name of famous wafer chocolate – KitKat. At the early days, Android 1.0 was known as ‘Alpha’ or ‘Astro Boy’. Android 1.1 was initially known as ‘Petit Four’, which is a kind of French appetizer.

4) Criticism faced by Android:

Undoubtedly, each time a new technology finds its way in the market, it has to withstand a strong criticism from the critics. Android is almost all around commended these days, however some time ago faultfinders were significantly more incredulous. At the time of Android's development the iPhone was crisp and Microsoft and Blackberry were driving the path in cell phones. The possibility of a web hunt and email organization making telephones didn't appear pleasing to many critics. Just after the release of Android Microsoft's Scott Horn, Android was underestimated saying that the impact of such technology is not evident.

5) Android 3.0 Honeycomb was the only failure:

The only Android version that came to be as a disappointment was 3.0 Honeycomb. It’s the only version to never run on the phone. It was launched by Motorola XOOM with a completely redesigned interface to be supported by tablets. Though many manufacturers were working on Android tablets, they were costly and required improvements. Google in the long run rejected Honeycomb and assembled future adaptations of Android to take a shot at all screen sizes. The virtual navigation buttons was the enduring feature of Honeycomb, which was continued in future Android versions.

6) Multitasking feature:

The Android core is based on Linux Kernel. This solid Kernel empowers the operating system to perform multiple tasks without hampering the user experience. There isn’t any need to stop the background applications. The framework is capable to work smoothly as Android automatically quits background applications that are not being used for quite a long time. This helps to increase the efficiency of the system in long run by reducing the chances of system getting hanged.

7) Lollipop version was the first to run on various platforms:

In the earlier versions of Android, many people argued that its User Interface (UI) resembled with that of the Blackberry. The invented device had a portrait keyboard with call and end buttons, track pad. Touchscreen was absent. It was later in 2015, with the inception of Android 5.0 and 5.1 Lollipop versions that Android was supported by different types of devices. Android 5.0 was able to run on phones, tablets, and TVs etc.

8) Android Wear:

Android launches its versions in alphabetical order. Ericsson came up with Live View watch in 2010. Its unique feature allowed it to connect with Android phones to show Twitter and RSS feeds, SMS, and control the phone's media player. In 2013, Sony launched the Smart Watch 2 with a large number of similar highlights. Google reported Android Wear, an exceptional adaptation of Android for smart watches in 2014. Soon, the market saw a surge in the number of Android smart watches in the market. Many other players like Samsung joined the race.

9) Community’s support and trust:

Android operating system happens to be the best smartphone framework until now. With One Billion+ gadget enactments, no adversaries have hit this check. In spite of the fact that Windows phone and iOS have attempted numerous contention strategies from "hackathons" to free development instruments for applications, nothing appears to be working up until this point. Android's availability in 48 languages and simplicity of application improvement prompted the community to bend towards it. None other platform has received such a huge trust and support of the community.

10) Android Go:

Android Go is a lite version of android, developed by Google for relatively cheap and entry level Android smartphones having less than 1 GB of memory. This will allow the devices to perform various tasks more efficiently. Google has reduced the size of many apps like Youtube, Maps, Assistant, Files Go, Gmail, etc. Now it has become more convenient to track your lost phone and control. More customized applications will be developed and made available in the Google Play store in the coming months.

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The 7 Ideal Backpacking Sleeping Bags For 2017.

Have check this link right here now decided to go out on a long overdue backpacking journey to leave all the hustle and bustle of the city behind and also obtain a chance to check out every little thing the open air journey has to provide? Silk dries promptly and the ripstop weave utilized in this silk bag lining lends resilience to the material for a lengthy useful life. Among significant suppliers producing bag linings now, the ALPS products are reputable and inexpensive. That is why it is important to learn about a few of the variables that will aid you in your look for the very best sleeping bag linings. Nonetheless, the style of the sleeping bag lining will certainly cause it being essentially suitable for one or both of these objectives. To evaluate which resting bag is the most appropriate for a certain environment several sleeping bags such as the Western Mountaineering, Mont & Sea To Top array have had their temperature level rated using European EN13537 requirement. Nylon is also a possible bag lining material though you're unlikely to discover this unless you make your bag lining on your own (simple) or have it customized as I had performed with mine. Fit -- It is very important to be able to not really feel to restricted in your sleeping bag, nevertheless you do not want a lot space that you invest all your energy heating empty space. For something extremely soft as well as comfy, have a look at the Osage River resting bag lining. Protecting the sleeping bag: You have actually paid plenty of cash for an excellent sleeping bag. Airing vent is something you absolutely desire in your resting bag during the summertime to launch the heat. Mummy-shape to fit your resting bag, rectangular formed for oversleeping hostels or standard resting bags. We understand some moms and dads who schedule pricey gear similar to this for camping just, and purchase a less expensive bag for slumber parties, stair-sliding, fort-building, and so forth. I paid a great deal ($ 68 U.S.) for this liner, but I understood that I needed it to guarantee my resting comfort. Cozy weather 15 - 25 C; an old square end bag that someone offered me - extremely light, breathable, evacuates as tiny as a rainfall layer and also you don't care regarding it being packed down so little either. Opening the mail bag up, the lining was in a blue various colored things sack (as seen aware at top of web page) and uses a straightforward draw cable to cinch it closed (it does not have a cord lock or anything to safeguard it shut). In those circumstances, your sleeping bag liner/travel sheet will certainly be your buddy. Temperature level varies depend on how you wish to utilize the sleeping bag with a lot of ranging in between +10 to +50 as the majority of people camp in the summer season. If your ultralight resting bag, coupled with your cozy clothes, does not keep you warm sufficient to rest well and recuperate from your special day of hiking, climbing, or bike riding, well, it doesn't matter exactly how little it evaluates. If you can't discover the Kindercone, or choose a bag with a somewhat softer feeling, get the Kelty Big Dipper Our youngster testers suched as the Large Dipper just as high as the REI bag, though moms and dads missed out on the affixed things sack. This sleeping bag also features a restricted lifetime warranty and considers in at 4 lbs with right stuff and also storage sacks that are consisted of. I trust this information is valuable - if you have more inquiries, shoot us an e-mail to info @ as well as put 'Resting Bag Liners - more concerns for Precursor camping' in the subject line. They could not look like much, but they make all the distinction under your sleeping bag. You could totally eliminate it as well as use the sleeping bag without it. If it obtains colder throughout the night, keep it useful to throw over the top. I have come to think of the linings as sheets on a bed, except right here they are sheets inside a sleeping bag, which actually makes the entire sleep system extra comfortable feeling. Liners don't do anything to obstruct the wind either, so you could obtain cool if you ever rest beyond your tent. I have actually checked out many excellent reviews for Highlander sleeping bags as well as encountered a Challenger Lite 100 testimonial which actually caught my eye. Because they can be removed as well as washed just like a regular sleeping bag, they are not inconvenient at all. A positive attribute of this resting bag is that it's simple to get in and also out of as well as you don't have to crawl into it, as it has a 60cm side opening, with Velcro attachments.

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10 FACTS OF ANDROID

Android is the most popular open source mobile operating system which was designed primarily for touchscreen mobile devices such as smartphones and tablets. Android has been the best-selling and most loved OS worldwide for smartphones since 2011. As of May 2017, it has reached over two billion monthly active users which is the largest installed base of any operating system. The Google Play store has featured over 3.5 million apps supported by the platform. 10 surprising facts about Android are enlisted below: 1) Android wasn’t created by Google: One may be shocked to hear that days back Google and Android were synonymous with each other but the reality is quite different. The name ‘Android’ came from the nickname of one of its founders named ‘Andy Rubin’. Android was established by Andy Rubin, Rich Miner, Nick Sears, and Chris White in 2003. Numerous individuals view Android as one of Google's best acquisitions. A decade after the procurement, Android has swelled to control 85% of the cell phone OS piece of the pie. 2) Initial intention: Initially, Android was developed by Android Inc. as a platform for digital cameras. The main objective was to weave various applications into them. Android Open Source Project (AOSP) is the core Android source code. It is licensed under the Apache License. Eventually the focus shifted from digital cameras to smartphones. HTC Dream or T-Mobile G1 was the first handset to support Android in 2008 in United Kingdom. It incorporated a slide-up The Android operating system has evolved a lot, with the current version 8.1 ‘Oreo’ that was released in the last month of 2017. 3) ‘Sweet’ naming convention of Android: Android has followed a convention to name the versions after famous desserts with Android 1.0 and 1.1 being the exceptions. For instance, Android 2.3 was named after ‘Ginger bread’, Android 4.1 to 4.3 were named after ‘Jelly bean’ and 4.4.2 was called KitKat after the name of famous wafer chocolate – KitKat. At the early days, Android 1.0 was known as ‘Alpha’ or ‘Astro Boy’. Android 1.1 was initially known as ‘Petit Four’, which is a kind of French 4) Criticism faced by Android: Undoubtedly, each time a new technology finds its way in the market, it has to withstand a strong criticism from the critics. Android is almost all around commended these days, however some time ago faultfinders were significantly more incredulous. At the time of Android's development the iPhone was crisp and Microsoft and Blackberry were driving the path in cell phones. The possibility of a web hunt and email organization making telephones didn't appear pleasing to many critics. Just after the release of Android Microsoft's Scott Horn, Android was underestimated saying that the impact of such technology is not evident. 5) Android 3.0 Honeycomb was the only failure: The only Android version that came to be as a disappointment was 3.0 Honeycomb. It’s the only version to never run on the phone. It was launched by Motorola XOOM with a completely redesigned interface to be supported by tablets. Though many manufacturers were working on Android tablets, they were costly and required improvements. Google in the long run rejected Honeycomb and assembled future adaptations of Android to take a shot at all screen sizes. The virtual navigation buttons was the enduring feature of Honeycomb, which was continued in future Android versions. 6) Multitasking feature: The Android core is based on Linux Kernel. This solid Kernel empowers the operating system to perform multiple tasks without hampering the user experience. There isn’t any need to stop the background applications. The framework is capable to work smoothly as Android automatically quits background applications that are not being used for quite a long time. This helps to increase the efficiency of the system in long run by reducing the chances of system getting hanged. 7) Lollipop version was the first to run on various platforms: In the earlier versions of Android, many people argued that its User Interface (UI) resembled with that of the Blackberry. The invented device had a portrait keyboard with call and end buttons, track pad. Touchscreen was absent. It was later in 2015, with the inception of Android 5.0 and 5.1 Lollipop versions that Android was supported by different types of devices. Android 5.0 was able to run on phones, tablets, and TVs etc. 8) Android Wear: Android launches its versions in alphabetical order. Ericsson came up with Live View watch in 2010. Its unique feature allowed it to connect with Android phones to show Twitter and RSS feeds, SMS, and control the phone's media player. In 2013, Sony launched the Smart Watch 2 with a large number of similar highlights. Google reported Android Wear, an exceptional adaptation of Android for smart watches in 2014. Soon, the market saw a surge in the number of Android smart watches in the market. Many other players like Samsung joined the race. 9) Community’s support and trust: Android operating system happens to be the best smartphone framework until now. With One Billion+ gadget enactments, no adversaries have hit this check. In spite of the fact that Windows phone and iOS have attempted numerous contention strategies from "hackathons" to free development instruments for applications, nothing appears to be working up until this point. Android's availability in 48 languages and simplicity of application improvement prompted the community to bend towards it. None other platform has received such a huge trust and support of the community. SmallSeoTools.com 10) Android Go: Android Go is a lite version of android, developed by Google for relatively cheap and entry level Android smartphones having less than 1 GB of memory. This will allow the devices to perform various tasks more efficiently. Google has reduced the size of many apps like Youtube, Maps, Assistant, Files Go, Gmail, etc. Now it has become more convenient to track your lost phone and control. More customized applications will be developed and made available in the Google Play store in the coming months. Learn: Android training in chennai

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