A drill is a tool fitted with a cutting tool attachment or driving tool attachment, usually a drill bit or driver bit, used for drilling holes in various materials or fastening various materials together with the use of fasteners. The attachment is gripped by a chuck at one end of the drill and rotated while pressed against the target material. The tip, and sometimes edges, of the cutting tool does the work of cutting into the target material. This may be slicing off thin shavings (twist drills or auger bits), grinding off small particles (oil drilling), crushing and removing pieces of the workpiece (SDS masonry drill), countersinking, counterboring, or other operations.
Drills are commonly used in woodworking, metalworking, construction and do-it-yourself projects. Specially designed drills are also used in medicine, space missions and other applications. Drills are available with a wide variety of performance characteristics, such as power and capacity.
The earliest drills existed some thirty-five thousand years ago. The drills consisted of little more than a pointed rock which would be spun between the hands. The next major development was bow drills which date back to the ancient Harappans and Egyptians. The drill press as a machine tool evolved from the bow drill and is many centuries old. It was powered by various power sources over the centuries, such as human effort, water wheels, and windmills, often with the use of belts. With the coming of the electric motor in the late 19th century, there was a great rush to power machine tools with such motors, and drills were among them. The invention of the first electric drill is credited to Arthur James Arnot and William Blanch Brain, in 1889, at Melbourne, Australia. Wilhelm Fein invented the portable electric drill in 1895, at Stuttgart, Germany. In 1917, Black & Decker patented a trigger-like switch mounted on a pistol-grip handle.
Michael Joseph Jackson (August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009) was an American recording artist, entertainer, and businessman. Often referred to as the King of Pop, or by his initials MJ, Jackson is recognized as the most successful entertainer of all time by Guinness World Records. His contribution to music, dance, and fashion, along with a much-publicized personal life, made him a global figure in popular culture for over four decades. The seventh child of the Jackson family, he debuted on the professional music scene along with his brothers as a member of The Jackson 5 in 1964, and began his solo career in 1971.
In the early 1980s, Jackson became a dominant figure in popular music. The music videos for his songs, including those of "Beat It", "Billie Jean", and "Thriller", were credited with transforming the medium into an art form and a promotional tool, and the popularity of these videos helped to bring the relatively new television channel MTV to fame. Videos such as "Black or White" and "Scream" made him a staple on MTV in the 1990s. Through stage performances and music videos, Jackson popularized a number of complicated dance techniques, such as the robot and the moonwalk, to which he gave the name. His distinctive musical sound and vocal style influenced numerous hip hop, post-disco, contemporary R&B, pop and rock artists.
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After serving in the army, a priest comes back home to save his childhood parish from a local mob boss.
Piece be with you...
Not everything in life is black and white
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Inspired by true events, Guidestones is the story of two journalism students who uncover a global conspiracy while investigating an unsolved murder. Sandy Rai (Supinder Wraich) is an exchange students from India, studying journalism at Ryerson University in Toronto, Canada. While working on a photojournalism assignment with fellow student Trevor Shale (Dan Fox), she sees a strange apparition that bears a striking resemblance to scientist Harold Glenndenning (David Fox), murdered under puzzling circumstances. Anxious to get to the bottom of the story, Sandy visit Harold's old home where she stumbles upon a strange symbol. Following this clue and others, she learns that Harold had a connection to the builders of the Georgia Guidestones, an enigmatic monument located in a farmer's field in Elbert County, Georgia. Made of granite and 20 feet tall, the structure is inscribed on eight sides with 10 guidelines or principles for rebuilding civilization after the apocalypse. Baffled, Sandy and Trevor quickly abandon their photojournalism assignment and travel to Georgia where they encounter the cryptic Guidestones. The trip only deepens the mystery around Harold's murder while presenting them with more clues to decipher and follow. Returning to Toronto, Sandy quickly discovers that the next clue in the puzzle leads her back to India. Convinced that she is about to stumble upon something big, she returns home. Little does she know that the story she uncovers will expose a hidden cabal involving some of the world's most powerful people and their plans for the destruction and reconstruction of modern global civilization.
Breaking out of prison was never this much...fun?
Retro: Since I'm now the head bad-ass, you're ALL my bitches!
Retro: [Retro has just been hooked up to the "poop removal" device] Oh dear God! NGH! It's sucking my aaa...!::Chinko Doll: Just go with the flow.
666: TIME TO POOP!::Retro: ...Poop?::Chinko Doll: Poop.
Retro: [Crawling all over Pandy in his strait-jacket] Saaay... have you ever made it with a WORM?
Chinko Doll: That sex the two of you had was so totally incredible! Then you busted in and broke us out of our restraints like it was absolutely nothin'! It's like your amazing unit was meant to lead us all to the promised land! At last, I've met my penile master!
Dr. Yabu: Looks to me like someone's a little bit PREGNANT!
Retro: Hey Chinko, we need your wang!::Chinko Doll: Should I kiss you first or just stick it in?
Retro: That thing around your eye makes you look like a panda bear!::Pandy: Yeah, well, that retro TV on your head makes you look like an asshole.
He stood by the bedroom door, laughing at the things he saw.
It just hovers over me, it just hovers over me.
You come down and crush my body with your stinking mouth.
Oh no, this is secret and it's coming out.
It's like a pig with broken teeth, it's like a camera stealing your face.
I want only to repel, I time travel against my will.
You come down and crush my body with your stinking mouth.
Oh no, this is secret and it's coming out.
I don't, I don't want you, I don't want you in my dreams.
You don't ever ask, you just let yourself in.
He stood by the bedroom door, laughing at the things he saw.
It just hovers over me, it just hovers over me.
You come down and crush my body with your stinking mouth.
Oh no, this is secret and it's coming out.
I don't, I don't want you, I don't want you in my dreams.
Are you level? How's your trim?
Do you rotate, eddy, or spin?
Are you game? What's your trick?
Do you vibrate, bounce, or tick?
What's your cut? Are you correct?
Do you detour, bend, or stretch?
We're milling through the grinder, grinding through the mill
If this is not an exercise, could it be a drill?
How's it with you? What's your form?
Your outline, shape, or form
How's your price? What do you cost?
Your value, profit, or loss
How's your skull? Does it fit?
Is your mind free, empty, or split?
Drill drill drill
You are the screw in my side, You are the fear that I
hide, You are the darkness inside, You are the hate
that never died. You are the poison in the pill, You
are the blood about to spill, You are the pain I have
to drill! Spins around through your head, Penetrates
'til you're dead. Burrows through, makes the kill,
Choose your gun, choose your drill! You are the virus
in my brain, You make my sanity insane, You are the
toxin in my vein, You are the source of all my pain.
You are the poison in the pill, You are the blood
You feel it gripping as it takes you in
A sense of cleansing underneath your skin
But I’ll bet that you don't even understand the distortion
I've got a couple of words for your type
You always fall down because you're too uptight
And you'll be easily forgotten
When my words drill
Through your...head
I can't relate
I can't mention faith
Because the word is so far off worse than hate
And I’ve been happier without it
You lost your sight when you lost control
You feel the universe is just a sucking hole
Because your god would love so much to
Dis-create your...world
You've got to break out
Of your skin
You've got to break out
From this spin
And as your mind complains
You walk the earth in search of life
You want to find out why you're here
You won't find out 'til your death
Unless you break out
Of your skin
I am just a sympathetic fool
I would not understand the world
And tell nobody else
Yes you will
Make the same
Mistake three times
I swear we would
Be better off if we didn't have a crutch
We’ve got to break out
Of this spin
As your mind complains
You walk the earth in search of life
You want to find out why you're here
You won't find out 'til your death
Unless you break out
Of your skin
I am just a sympathetic fool
I would not understand the world
And tell nobody else
Yes you will
Make the same
Mistake three times
I swear we would
Be better off if we didn't have a crutch
You've got to break out
Of your skin
You've got to break out
Of this spin
And as your mind complains
You walk the earth in search of life
You want to find out why you're here
You won't find out 'til your death
You want to bleed like your inside
Somewhere searching to figure it out
You take me back again
Somewhere drifting above and beyond
The sky and everyone
Chorus
What you are
What you are
Is the voice behind that dream
What you are
Searching for you there
Sleeping quiet I float in the air
Miles and miles away from your touch
Aching everywhere
You are the lucky one
You're so far away from this place
I am here drowning over you
If I was like you
Drifting on and on in outer space
So perfectly new
Drifting on
Chorus
I got a message too
It's always the same for you
Gonna tell you again
That it's over and out, over and out
Coming through
I got a message too
Is it always the same for you
Can you hear me all right
Am I over and out, over and out
Over and out, over and out
One voice, a shade of light
Burning out and fading into the night
I'm so cold, searching for you here
If I was like you drifting on and on and on
In outer space
A hunger for truth
Drifting on