Hex or HEX may refer to:
Hex, in comics, may refer to:
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A hex is an item of rock climbing equipment used to protect climbers from injury during a fall. They are intended to be wedged into a crack or other opening in the rock, and do not require a hammer to place. They were developed as an alternative to pitons, which are hammered into cracks and are more prone to damage the rock. Most commonly, a carabiner will be used to join the hex to the climbing rope by means of a loop of webbing, cord or a cable which is part of the hex.
Hexes are a type of nut, a hollow eccentric hexagonal prism with tapered ends, usually threaded with webbing, a swaged cable, or a cord. They are manufactured by several firms, with a range of sizes varying from about 10–100 millimetres (0.4–4 in) wide. Climbers select a range of sizes to use on a specific climb based on the characteristics of the cracks in the rock encountered on that particular climb. Sides may be straight or curved although the functioning principles remain the same no matter which shape is selected; the lack of sharp corners on curved models may make them easier to remove from the rock.
"Weekend" is a song from 1979 by Dutch band Earth and Fire. It was written by guitarist Gerard Koerts for the album Reality Fills Fantasy.
"Weekend" was released by Earth and Fire as a single in November 1979 and reached the number one spot in the singles charts in the Netherlands, Switzerland, Germany, Denmark and Portugal.
Weekend was first covered by the Swedish group Chips on their eponymously titled debut-album. Originally, the version was recorded in 1980, but was only available on the album's first printed issues, as all subsequent releases (now called "Sweets'n Chips") replaced the song with the track "Good Morning". It wasn't until the release of the 1997 Greatest Hits-album "20 bästa låtar" that the song became widely available again. The B-Side on the single was the Instrumental track "Tokyo".
"Weekend" was also covered by German techno group Scooter as "Weekend!". It was released in February 2003 as the first single from their 2003 album The Stadium Techno Experience. The single reached number 2 in the German Media Control Charts and was also a top-10 single in Norway, Austria, Denmark, the Netherlands, Finland and Sweden.
Weekend is the eighth album by Australian indie rock/electronic band Underground Lovers, the band's first after a 12-year hiatus. It followed a reunion for Sydney and Melbourne performances at the 2009 Homebake festival and the release of their 2011 retrospective album, Wonderful Things. A Rubber Records media release said: "This led to sporadic carefully selected shows and the realisation that the band still had something to say."
"The moment we got back together it clicked", lyricist and vocalist Vincent Giarrusso told The Courier-Mail. "We did one rehearsal, we had six or seven song ideas and we went to the studio to record them. The first four songs on the album are from that initial recording and some of those are first takes. The song 'Can For Now', what you are hearing is the first time we played it." The band also reunited with producer Wayne Connolly, producer of their 1997 album Ways T' Burn, to get the guitar sounds they wanted.
Giarrusso said the album was inspired by the energy of director Jean-Luc Godard's 1960s cinema hit Weekend, and Godard's film was used in their video for "Au Pair".
Weekend is a 2011 British romantic drama film directed by Andrew Haigh. It stars Tom Cullen and Chris New as two men who meet and begin a sexual relationship the week before one of them plans to leave the country. The film won much praise after premiering at the SXSW festival in the US, and was a success at the box office in the UK and the US, where it received a limited release.
On a Friday night in Nottingham, Russell attends a house party with friends. He assures his best friend Jamie that he will be there Sunday for his daughter's birthday. Russell leaves early, but decides to go to a gay club, alone and looking for a hookup. Just before closing time he meets Glen, a student artist, and they have sex back at Russell's apartment. The next morning, Glen coaxes a hesitant Russell to speak into a voice recorder about their experience the previous night. Glen tells him this is for an art project. The more reserved Russell is taken aback by Glen's blunt discussion of sex. After Russell finishes, they exchange numbers and Glen leaves. Russell is shown writing about Glen on his laptop, evidently something he does after each of his encounters.
Yo Doogie let's hit this off yo
Aiyyo check this
Yo Rob Sutton hit the button
Ha, yeah!
You know what time is it
You know what time is it
You know what time is it
Check it, check it, check it out, yo
I beg your pardon who's the one with the roughness?
Super extra toughness, Grand Puba
See I'm the chosen, I keep the snakes frozen
Check out how I blows in, girl it feels good when it goes in
Here's the situation, supreme motivation
Helps me get the loot and then I knock the boots
I jump high like Jordan, flash like Gordon
'Bos, Girbauds and shorts is probably what I'm sportin'
Fuck what you heard, this is what you need to hear
It's the same as last year, so step to the rear
'Cause when I was a shorty couldn't wait to drink my first 40
Find an ex-shorty in the hallway and get naughty
Jump on the elevator, hit the lights out
My mom's was a yardie so my pop's kept a stout
Ooh a young boy tipsy, that's without a doubt
It wasn't hard to tell what the Puba was about
Love the ladies lovely used to do it on my knees
Certain honey got a problem, go see Puba he can ease ya
Here I am and here I stand
Honey all that good shit tell me, who's the man?
From, here to Bangkok, I sign my John Hancock
On the contract, it's like 1-2-3 contact
Kick shit on the really 'cause I do it on the daily
Straight to the hole like my man Malik Seally
I hit stunts, on occasion smoke blunts
My mom's don't like me 'cause I wear gold fronts
If honey wants to flam it's no thing to me at all
Alamo and Stud Doogie, it's time to have a ball
I'm a go-getter, and I'm out to go-get
If you're makin' movies, cancel that shit
You're still makin' movies? Man, get your cordercam
Oops, camcorder, but shit you know the order
Couldn't get no skins, until you got a Benz
Didn't have no friends 'til you started makin' ends
I see it daily, weekly monthly yearly
Think you got it goin' on? Really
I never sold gems to the bums in the slums
Only robbed devils, made a few number runs
Brothers round my way they like to blabber at the gums
Just jealous 'cause I got it by the tons
Twenty fifty hundred is how I count my bills
Then I take it slow because it runs into the mills
Brothers try to step to this but all they catch is chills
No frills, Puba pays the bills
Ron Studda spin the wheel back like his name was Pat Sajak
On wheel of fortune, that's how we keep it scorchin'
Alamo hey, Sadat X hey, baby pop hey, now let me keep it rollin'
This is just the way I move to keep my pockets swollen
Lights, cameras, action here comes Mr. Satisfaction
I be maxin' and relaxin' 'til it's time to jump in the action
Now for grown I speak with a tone which I choose to call my own
Ghetto prone I guard the zone like the kid from Home Alone
Type of style that flows for days it's like it pays to save amaze
Now I be careful on the lays because the aids are nowadays is
Grand Puba, S.O.S., Stud Doogie, Alamo
You know how the shit go
So big Jeff hey, B.R. hey, Tislam hey, Jael hey
Stud Doogie hey, Alamo hey, and Uptown hey, Brooklyn hey
And here we go here we go make the dough yo
Here we go, here we go, make the dough yo
Now check it y'all I'd like to say peace
For all the Gods and the earths and the people of the universe
Wanna let you know the black man come first
So don't act up 'cause you might leave in a hearse
Yo check this yo
I wanna give a big up to all my now rule people
You know the flavor, projects M.O
Lincoln Ave M.O., you know what I'm sayin'?
City park in the dark, M.O., you know what I'm sayin'?
Big up big up to all my people
All that other shit is dead, dead, dead
Word up
I wanna give a big up to the stinkin' Lincoln mob
You know what I'm sayin'?
And we gonna bounce off like this