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I know it was your first relationship. At 28, you had already been through so much, having been on your own for 13 years. You were forced to grow up too fast, and had to prioritize yourself, building a life from nothing. I get it. It was your fierce independence that made me fall for you in the first place.
I always knew that trying to build a life with you was going to be a struggle. I thought it would be worth it, for both of us. You deserve to have someone in your corner, that always has your back. You shouldn’t have to be alone. I don’t know if you believed the same.
I think I gave up too much of myself for you. Was that my mistake or yours? Did you really ask for too much, or did I give too freely without expectation for anything in return? Maybe both. Probably more on me. I’m not perfect by a long shot.
Compromise. It really does all come down to that. I tried to show you its importance, but in the process I ended up being the only one willing to do it. Me getting to pick what movie we watched or getting to plan a date became something I only got to do on special occasions. You said you felt like you didn’t know me, but so many times in so many ways I offered up little pieces of me to you. I share myself by sharing the things I love with the people I love. But more and more towards the end, all you’d say was “no”. Ignoring any context. Ignoring those pieces of me.
I know you don’t like movies about kids. I know asking to watch Home Alone during Christmas was a big ask. But it was a tradition that I shared with my dad, who I lost just over a year before. I know you think that traditions are pointless, but it was important to me. My earliest memories are of that. I needed to continue on, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it alone. I needed you there, your support. It was such a small gesture I was asking of you, but all I got was “no”. Instead we watched a movie you picked: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. A movie made by the exact same people that made Home Alone, and with even more kids.
We wanted to go to Ireland. Personally I’ve been wanting to go for years, but couldn’t because of my dad’s illness along with everything else going on. You knew that in the last 3 years I lost all of my grandparents, two uncles, my dad. I couldn’t risk going so far away for so long while everyone was sick. My mom saw me giving up the latter half of my 20s for my family, when she was hoping I would be enjoying life and seeing the world. That’s why she was happy to give us the money to have the trip of our dreams. I explained all of this to you while you were struggling to find a way to save for the trip. All my mom wanted in return was a single nice photo of us. That wasn’t even a requirement for the money. She just wanted to see me with the person that I love making our dreams come true. I know you hate having your picture taken. The only attention your dad ever gave you was when he wanted to test a new camera. It’s a trauma trigger. But I was only asking for one picture. You’d compromise for your friends, you’d compromise for your sister. You’d take pictures with them. Why wouldn’t you compromise for your partner, and the other most important person in your partners life? After a year, we have 3 pictures together, none of which are very good. I know that I was asking for a lot, but I felt so less important than everyone else in your life. Maybe you felt that as your partner, I was to be held to a higher standard? I honestly don’t know. All you said was “no”.
You admitted yourself I was so supportive. I always prioritized you. From always making your tea before mine, to giving you the better looking plate at dinner, to planting all of your favorite flowers in my garden. I always complemented you, how smart you are, how beautiful you are, how driven and independent you are. Your friend needed a ride to a 5k and someone to cheer them on? I was there. You needed someone to drive you around while your car was in the shop for 2 months? No problem. Accidentally overdrew your account again, and you couldn’t afford the late fees? Here’s $50. Need to move on short notice? I’m the guy tearing apart and moving your furniture. You have a migraine so bad you can’t eat? I’m bringing you pedialyte and sleeping on your couch, even though I didn’t actually get any sleep. I learned all your rituals so not to trigger your OCD. There are countless other examples. I never said no. I never complained. You rarely said so much as “thank you”.
The big one. The thing that ended us. You’re right, we did sit down like adults time and time again and talked things out. You said you needed me to anticipate your needs. You’d get overwhelmed, and couldn’t articulate what you needed from me. You couldn’t stand being asked what you needed. You just needed me to start helping. “Mental loads” and all that. I took that to heart. But I’m not perfect. Sometimes I’d miss the mark. Tried to support you, but in the wrong way. Even in my failures I showed effort, but you never seemed to see that. You only focused on how I failed.
We recognized that this was a problem caused by both of us. The communication wasn’t getting through. But I had already adapted to your communication style as much as I could. My exited, rambling, almost impulsive way of generating ideas became slow, methodical, thoughtful. I put intention behind everything so not to overwhelm you. I learned not to jump at the obvious solution.
Yes, we sat down like adults and talked things over time and time again. You told me what you needed from me, but I also told you what I needed from you. If I was missing the mark, please just guide me to what you needed. I’m not a mind reader. I did it for you all the time. You were honestly awful at anticipating my needs too. If I was venting, had a bad day, all you’d say was “I’m sorry”, and pat me on the back like a puppy. No effort to dig deeper. No words of support or encouragement. So I had to show you how I needed support. I just needed you to do the same for me. “No”. Again.
One final time, I sent you words of support when you were having a bad day. It wasn’t enough, you wanted more. A phone call? For me to come over so you could vent in person? Did you actually want me to directly help for once? I don’t know. You never told me. Instead of guiding me to what you needed, you immediately shut down. Full silent treatment. I’ve been in abusive relationships where the silent treatment was welded as a weapon. I know you didn’t mean it in an abusive way, you were just overwhelmed again. But I never expected it from you. I didn’t see it for what it was. I only ever asked one thing from you to save us. I put in the work, got us 80% of the way there. I knew I couldn’t bridge the gap on my own. I wasn’t even asking you to put in effort on my behalf, it was for your benefit. I begged you time and time again for help. To communicate. Not to put it all on me, because I couldn’t do it on my own. But instead, you did the opposite.
You said that you felt like you were putting more effort into the relationship than I was. I’m sorry, but I can’t see that effort. I’m trying to give you the benefit of the doubt, but I can’t. Maybe you mean you put effort into forgiving me every time I messed up? Maybe you mean that you were always planning dates, always picking what we watched, where we went, what we ate, what we drank? Again, mental loads and such. But I had things that I wanted to do and share with you that you always turned down. You only had to plan everything after my plans were rejected. It would have been more efficient for you to show love, patience, and compromise. Maybe we would have worked out then.
But then you left.

It's me again. I thought since my last story was a sad one I'll post another that's not sad but I may be the AH.
My parents foster sister and my brother all went on a road trip. We did a lot of road trips this is just one out of many. Zera will be the name for my foster sister and Leo will be my brother and of course my wonderful parents Jenny and Lee.
One summer when I was 13 yrs old we went to visit another brother of mine in Louisiana. They lived not to far from New Orleans.
We went to New Orleans for dinner at a seafood restaurant. But where we went was on a strip that absolutely no cars were allowed and only people walking with a few bars that had motorcycles parked out front. Zera said oh look at these bikes. She is walking right up to them putting a finger out to touch. I said DONT TOUCH.. she did and these things started to fall like Domino's and I yell RUN. We were falling a little behind the family group so we caught up and then bikers came out and looked around and were obviously very pissed. I don't blame them. We get to the restaurant and while sitting there the bikers came in asking if anyone saw anything of someone messing with there motorcycles. My throat dropped into my stomach. But they left cause no one saw or said they did at all.
The two days after that we went to Alabama to a Phoenix five hotel very fancy thanks to my oldest brother. He makes bank. We where on the 13th floor with a balcony looking out to the ocean and beach also could see the hotels pool. People looked like ants. So the next day I met a couple kids a girl around my age also with my same name but spelt differently and her brother. As I'm swimming in the outdoor pool with them Zera comes up to me and shows me this long red narly looking burn thing wrapped around her arm and says a jelly fish stung me so I grabbed it and threw it as it left a tentacle on her and she ripped it off. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I couldn't help but laugh. So that night was one where the blue craps were mating on the ocean and the boy I met asked if I wanted to go with him to see them. I said sure as long as it's ok with my mom. So I asked and of course she said yes and then asked how old the boy was he was 15 so ya she said ok have fun. As I waited in the lobby for him Zera is bugging me begging to come with me. Finally I broke down and said fine. She never liked the fact that boys would pay attention to me. Doing more stupid things to get there attention. Any who we were walking on the beach watching all these beautiful dark blue crabs all over the beach with our flash light. Zera decides she wants to pick one up and proceeds to pick it up from the front. She knows better then that due to us crawfish hunting back at home. He then stops her and she finally holds it after he picked it up. She puts him down and starts to walk away and he comes up to me and asks. Does she have problems. I just replied with yeah not the brightest of the bulbs.
The next day we head over the state border to Florida so my mom could get her collectors magnet from the state just to finish her magnet map. We are at this little beach like shop they was selling hermit crabs. On their cages it says don't not put fingers in cage. And what does Zera decide to do put her finger in the cage. I'm looking at a rack of t-shirts hoping to get one and I hear this blood curdling scream. I look towards the scream and see Zera running through the store with a hermit attached to her finger as she flings her finger around trying to get it to release. The greatest part was the employees chasing after her telling her to stop running and they can help. The employees got the poor little guy off her finger and it was all good after that. We left very promptly afterwards.
We go on the road again the day after that as my oldest brother went back home we proceeded to our home doing a big loop in the states making a stop in Memphis Tennessee due to my mom being a big Elvis fan she want to go to the Elvis museum. We are walking around looking at all this history. We come up to this huge bronze statue of him with a sign stating don't touch the statue. My mom wanted us to take a picture in front of it as Zera put her arm behind and around said sign. Loud alarms start to Blair and I put my hands up saying it wasn't me, I didn't do it.
We finally get home and I made so much fun of her and would laugh at her cause I know she is smarter then doing all that. Eventually she started to laugh with me. But when I talk about this road trip I laugh and people look at me and say I'm horrible for laughing at her.
AITAH for laughing at Zera's misfortune?

So, I posted before that I was preparing a trip in my ID.4 to attend my daughter’s graduation in NC and that I would post an update when I returned. I just rolled back into town and wanted to get this all down before going to bed.
We left out early last Thursday and had our first recharge at the EA station in Mt. Pleasant, TX. Horrible location and the only one that doesn’t work with plug and charge. It’s set too far off the main road (2+ miles from I-30) in the center of town. I hadn’t yet understood that I need to run my battery down to the 20% range before charging so I was at 50ish% and it took all of 30 min to get me back to 80%+. I did this the rest of the day until I entered Tennessee.
Stopped again in Hope, AR, better location just off the highway, all 4 chargers seemed to be operational and plug and charge worked perfectly.
Stopped again in Little Rock, and the location was ok, but I think they need 1 closer to the merge with I-40 and I-30 tbh. Plug and charge worked fine in all location except Mt. Pleasant, so I’ll forego talking about that again.
Our next stop was the worst. Forrest City, AR showed to have 3 or 4 working chargers. 2 were completely off line and the remaining 350 Hyper fast charger only had one connector that was allegedly working. I plugged in and it would only get to 13kW. That would have taken 4 hrs to charge so I called support. After too long discussing this issue it was suggested I try the 1 station I didn’t even look at that has the ChADeMo charger and 1 150 CCS. I plugged in there and got charged fine. I chose this location because the Memphis location was definitely showing 2 chargers off line and the other 2 seemed to be used pretty often. EA is running a huge risk of having a dead spot in their coverage if they don’t get both of these stations repaired soon.
Next was Jackson, TN. Nice clean location, and it was here that I learned all about state of charge. My friend who works for VW Academy told me before my previous stop to only charge to what I would need to leave 20% or so on the battery when I stop for my next charge to get the faster speeds. I did that and rolled into Jackson with 19%. The charge speed was 139kW.
We had a hotel booked in Nashville that night so we rolled into there and got checked in, met up with my dad who arrive 2 hours earlier and he went with me to the Willow Commons station and I got myself squared away for the next day.
My efficiency on Day 1 was atrocious at 3.1 mi/kWh. I was running 75-80 the whole way keeping up with traffic and driving that 12 hours like a madman. I also have notes for the Tennessee DOT about their potholes on I-40, like, why spend the money on an electronic sign warning people about them instead of sending a road crew out to fill them? But I digress…
The next day, with my newly found knowledge, we stuck to my plan and stopped at Cookeville, Knoxville, Asheville, Statesville and Hillsborough where I was easily able to achieve much higher charge rates because I rolled in with +/- 20% charge left. This decreased my charge time exponentially. My efficiency on day 2 climbed to 3.3 mi/kWh because of driving sport mode in the mountains. I’m so glad I read about that here.
Graduation was awesome, the speaker was funny, hundreds of pictures were taken and my daughter was ecstatic to see us and spend time together.
So, the trip back is where this gets fun.
I decided we weren’t going to keep up with traffic. We were going to drive no faster than 70 by god we stuck to that plan for the most part. My efficiency ended up at 3.6 - which is what I get rolling around Dallas. Had good experiences at all the same stops coming back, but a lot shorter times charging since I only needed to get to 65-70% to optimize my next charging. Stayed in Sport mode the whole way home and got better performance for it.
Now, Nashville to my home is about a 9.5 hr stretch if you do it straight through. Realistically it’s a 12 hour day with charging stops and all.
Due to traffic in Memphis and Little Rock, we ended up making it in 14 hours. Now, 1.5 of that is due to a little issue with the Taco Bell in Jackson, TN. If you ever go through there and feel like Taco Bell, give them your business but be patient. They are horribly understaffed and probably should have hung out a sign saying “drive thru only”. Anyway, we ate for free and got loaded up with coupons from the apologetic manager and we made it home in one piece.
Great learning experience and a fun trip and we got my daughter home for a couple of months before she goes off to grad school! Happy traveling y’all!
Edit: I forgot to mention, all of these charge stops were EA stations since I have the free charging. Travel cost was $0 for this entire trip, dad picked up the tab for the AirBNB in North Carolina so we paid for a hotel room 1 night in Nashville and an AirBNB in Nashville coming home. I think once we factor in food cost it just shy of $500 for the whole trip.

I feel like I need to just vent and let everything out, so here goes. This is gonna be long and a lot of yapping, I’m a mess while writing this. This doesn’t even contain everything that has happened.
I matched on Tinder with a cute guy in 2014 and we both made clear that we didn’t want anything else than friendship. But in a month, we were falling for each other. Early 2015, he told me he loves me, but he acknowledged my fear of love so I wouldn’t have to say it back. I kinda freaked out and dipped out, but we kept texting every month, especially when drunk, we told each other how much we like each other.
2016 we became official after playing around. It was heaven on earth for me then and I loved the man with my whole heart. I went out of my way for him. He was my first everything.
Few months into our relationship, we were at a festival with another couple who were our friends, and we 4 slept in a campervan. He wanted to have sex, I didn’t and I told him no few times. He ended up rubbing himself between my thighs while I laid there frozen and hurt. I pushed the whole thing away from my mind. Another 6 months in, we were drinking in his hometown with his friends. He got too drunk and ended up grabbing me from my collar and pushing me aggressively against a wall and yelled at me. He ran away and I was alone in his hometown while he didn’t answer. Well I found him and we went to his mother’s house to sleep, where he cried to me that I shouldn’t be with him that he’s a bad man. Another year in, one of his best friends hated me and trash talked me to their friend group and it was literally hell on earth, and he just let it happen, without setting things straight or defending me. And at the same time, we listened to one podcast where a couple had downloaded their tinders back and watched their old matches and convos to laugh at them lightheartedly. Well, we did just that but what I found out was that he had had tinder while we were officially together and talked to other women. He ended up deleting everything before he could show me them and saying it wasn’t him, that his single friends used his phone and pictures for tinder, but I could tell that it was him from the messages I had time to see.
The last 4 years have been sexless, and I have suffered with that a lot. There’s no kisses, no holding hands, no I love you’s, nothing. We have basically been friends for the last 4 years except when he’s drunk and wants to rub his D against me and cum.
Well now, we broke up a month ago, after being 8 years officially together and a decade of us being engaged with one another. Everything we own shared, our car, cats, furniture, EVERYTHING.
I’m just so broken, sad, finished and tired. I love him, but I don’t, I hate him, but I don’t. I have fought for this relationship for years alone, and it ended up breaking me. I have been unmotivated to finish my bachelor degree, I just stay home and don’t want to see anyone and I escape reality with music and stories. I read and use AI to live my hopeless romantic dreams, I dream about a life, but I’m scared I won’t ever get it because I lost myself in this relationship. I lost my mental health and my body. I have gained 30kg since we started dating, he loves ordering in and eating chips and all that shit, I had never even taken food home before I met him.
I’m looooost and I don’t know what to do, how to pull myself together and go live my life while going through this breakup, he and his family were my life and now I’m going to move out to live alone for the first time ever with two cats we got together.

I came to the US for a master's degree in Fall 2019. The timing was terrible. I spent 1.5 years in lockdown due to Covid and felt terrible. Then, from Q4 2022, I faced the fear of layoffs, H1B lottery, and H1B stamping, until I finally got laid off last month.
I wrote a post that went viral. thanks to everyone who reached out. I was devastated and each comment on that post helped me a lot. I'm still job searching with 44 days left in my grace period. I've been applying for jobs for a month without a single callback. No one is hiring someone with less experience(your resume isn't even viewed if u have < 5yoe). I do have debt, but it's against my property in India which I bought last year and I've convinced my family to sell it and clear my debt.
So, the grind from 2019 till now—from August 2019 to December 2021 for my master's, and from January 2022 to April 2024 at my job—has left me with a net worth of $50k after clearing my $60k education loan. I lived alone without room mate for 3 years(cost was high but I had terrible experience with room mates in univ, maybe due to the lockdown). I visited three states on a solo trip after starting my job, enjoyed week-long luxury vacations each time and savored my ME time. I never went on a vacation in India with my parents for 22 years(my only vacation was grandparents house, lol).
Living alone here, I learned to cook, assemble furniture, and fix things like the kitchen sink and plumbing skills I wouldn't have learned in India. Despite the sadness of losing my independent life, I'm slowly coming to terms with reality. It seems a blessing in disguise sometimes because it's better if I return to India, as my mental health is deteriorating, possibly due to loneliness or depression. I feel there is a void in my life and i just cant explain it.
I just wanted to post this for everyone who thinks everything is sorted in the US once you come here for a master's. I have seen many people who graduated last year and haven't found a job yet, they're working in local stores, hotels, and gas stations to clear their student loan. Not everyone who comes to the US from India lands a job at FAANG, that's a small number.
Youtubers and Instagrammers are misrepresenting reality every day for their likes, views(especially that guy, Parth, on Instagram). He paints a different picture of the US, hiding the immigration struggles and luring young minds from India.
A net worth of $50k after five years is pretty disappointing by Desi standards. I console myself that at least I'm not in $100k debt like others who haven't found a job yet after graduating. Please decide wisely about your future and finances. I feel I lost my late 20s chasing the American dream.
Physical health + Mental health + family >>>>>>>>>
Vent over. Bye

Before I start, hi mods, I’m practically begging you to keep this up, I have nobody to talk to about this at all and nobody that wants to for that matter. I really need this, it’s my last resort. Please. My account is basically a burner for when I need it, hence the lack of karma. Not a bot I swear lol.
Anyhow, hi, I’m rein- a 20 year old woman. Sometimes I don’t feel like a woman… more like a girl, especially when I second guess my ability to cope with stressful situations such as this. I used to like dogs up until maybe fifteen… that’s the age my mom got rid of our small senior dog to get two new puppies. An English bulldog and a German shepherd. This was also the age I got perused on my horse by three pitbulls. When I tell this story, nobody believes me at this part: but when my horse got tired from running and threw me off into some bushes, I watched her turn around when I regained my composure, stand her ground in front of me and fight off the pitbulls, until two of the three grabbed her throat and tore it out right in front of me. The third one ran away and got shot by police. I truly believe my horse, who was going to get put down a. Week later (she was old, scheduled euthanasia. It was gonna be our last, peaceful ride together.) saved me. I left with only a concussion and trauma. The other two shits died. My horse was a heavy Belgian draft mare, her huge hooves made quick work of them- but not quick enough. She was old and tired.
Anyhow. I hated dogs ever since. All of them. But especially pitbulls. The new ones at the time my mom got would further cement this in my brain.
It’s absolutely a nightmare to live with them day to day. I’m always woken up early in the morning by claws ticking on the wood floors. I’m in the basement, so I can hear it through the ceiling. I can also hear the bulldog snoring and struggling to breathe through the ceiling. I’m autistic. Noises such as these make me want to scream, cry, or punch someone. Another noise like this is the constant barking, at the same people every single day. When I get woken up by that, I genuinely have panic attacks. My heart starts racing and I can’t stop it.
The house is a constant mess. It smells like pee, always, because no matter how much we let the malformed excuse of a creature bulldog out he will go out of his way to pee on everything. Theres hair everywhere (my parents let them on the furniture and in beds) everything stinks, it’s embarrassing when people come over and you can just see in their face they know it smells. My clothes are constantly found and chewed (I’m not allowed privacy. The dogs can get my stuff.)
On top of this, they’re both aggressive. I can’t walk into the kitchen without getting my legs bitten and the slippers of my feet grabbed (sometimes along with my foot) my mom says it’s because they sense the devil in me. My parents think I’m the worst person alive because I actively voice my dislike for them often, because living in this house makes me sad and disgusted. Of course there’s more to it than the dogs but this isn’t the sub for that. They’re a big part tho. The bulldog once attacked my brother, grabbed onto his junk and wouldn’t let go one day. My grandma had to use excessive force to get him off and she still had to pry his jaw with all her strength off. My brother almost died because of the blood loss. Vascular area, if you get my drift. He has a bite history, lots of bite history, but all the people he bitten must of been dogs nuts too because they never got reported.
Same: The German shepherd lunges at random people and attacks our guests at Christmas parties. People laugh it off. She knocked my Baki (Croatian grandma) off my deck, broke her finger and ran my dad over on the ice rink. He hit his head so hard falling backwards I thought he died.
One time I wrote a whole document trying to explain my feelings in thorough detail. I spent months on it, practically begging my parents to get rid of them. How it would make all of us happier and healthier. I was called selfish and beaten by my mom. I snuck out that day and sat on the train tracks. But when I heard it coming, I chickened out. People saw me. Nobody tried to help. They just took pictures.
I have been depressed for a long time. I recently got diagnosed with bpd too. People say therapy dogs are healing, but dogs are the opposite for me. I want to move out and be independent, but I royally fucked up my life in my early teens- giving me 10k in debt. Because of my mental issues, I also genuinely can’t hold a job because I can’t handle working. Or understand basic labour concepts, I’m dumb. I’m just dumb. I can’t do anything. I’ll never be able to escape these dogs in this economy, I can’t have my quiet clean life like I want. I concluded a few days ago that ending my life is the only option. Point blank. It’s not worth it to try. Try to pay off my debt, find work, even if I do I’ll be well past my 20’s and even lawyers in my country are struggling to make ends meet. Me, who can’t even find basic work, will not be able to make ends meet. Ever.
Why did it have to be me. Why do I have to live with these hellspawn and also be fucked up on top of it. Where’s the fucking funny in this joke.

Hey y’all. I got a nectar mattress like 3 years ago and it’s absolutely falling apart. I bought a bundle with their bed frame and everything and it’s just… gone downhill after the last year. I read somewhere someone said it has fiberglass in it?? Which wouldn’t surprise me because any time I take the protector off to wash it (pets, am I right?) if I touch it I get itchy. Bed frame broke, whatever I’ll deal. Now it’s sagging in the middle and my back hurts so badly. I took the like zippered cover off to give it a good wash and the actual foam itself it’s like coming off in chunks and pieces. And despite me hand washing the cover in cold water and letting it air dry in the sun, it wont zip back together.
I am attempting to get a new one sent to me (as I’m moving and I have a lot of furniture to replace, just a fresh start and getting rid of furniture with bad memories attached) and would love to just have a new one delivered to my new place and not have to mess with this literal crumbling piece of garbage. I would just buy a new mattress from a new place but that’s for another month as I am replacing so much already, and I could just get a new one with their “forever warranty.” Only issue is I cannot find the dumb white tags. I never removed them, I just unzipped this thing for the first time this week and never noticed them. Could anyone do me a huge solid and send me a picture of their tags??? Just so I can get it exchanged???

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Hello! I'm migrating from the apple platform in order to save costs down the road.
Here's the system: https://pcpartpicker.com/list/TfGFkJ
I've assembled a system that I hope is compatible with the goal of being overkill so that I can completely update my workflow (I'm moving from an M2 Max Macbook with 32gb of Ram and 12/30 cores. I've identified key features I need for my workload as a composer for film and television.
-Thunderbolt Protocol/USB 4 for use with my Universal Audio Apollo interface, as well as to minimize the loading time for sample libraries
-Absurd amounts of RAM which will allow me to run my massive template (I'm currently on 32gb and need to have 70% of the tracks frozen)
-Dual networking ports, with one needing to be 10Gbp/s as I have a second machine that will link to this and run VEPro 7 as well as serve as my "picture" machine, running the film in pro-tools, synced to my Cubase session. It would be great to have a second 10Gbp/s port for use with my machine that I use for version control software
-As many M.2 NVME ports as possible, allowing me to store and run my projects quickly. Key software will also be stored within the machine
-A strong graphics card to run development builds of games I am working on, many of the clients I have worked with have sent me builds that I can't run on my mac due to compatibility, and they are usually poorly optimized
-As quiet as possible to keep the volume in my writing room low and eliminate the possibility of acoustic phenomenon reducing the transparency of my mixing environment
-While not a key feature, I HATE RGB, and have found parts that would fit the case nicely and make the system look aesthetically pleasing in my writing room which features wooden furniture (in particular, the graphics card which seems to be more expensive than other versions of the same thing- but I love the aesthetics of it!)
Sorry if any of the terminology is confusing! Let me know if I can clarify something. Thank you so much for the help! If you have any advice for some of the networking/data transfer features that would be awesome! I'm currently running most of my samples off of 7 2tb Samsung T7 drives, and that has been a huge hassle. I've been looking at getting an SSD dock, but haven't found anything that facilitates a fast enough transfer speed for me to be able to open up my projects in a reasonable amount of time (right now, it takes me around 8 minutes to open up my template)

Posted in a comment but deserves its own post. Hella lyrics
In look what you’ve done- he has a dedicated verse to his uncle.
It's like '06 in your backyard, I'm in love with Jade And I'm still in love 'cause when it's that real is when it doesn't fade And my father living in Memphis now, he can't come this way Over some minor charges and child support that just wasn't paid, damn Boohoo, sad story, Black American dad story … Know that I'm your sister's kid, but it still don't explain the love that you have for me I remember sneaking in your pool after school dances Damn, your house feel like the Hamptons For all of my summer romances I never really had no one like you, man, this all new shit Made the world I knew bigger, changed the way that I viewed it … Had all this fighting going on at the crib, you would calm me down when I lose it Told you I think I'm done acting, I'm more in touch with the music You said, either way, I'd be a star, I could go so far Talked to me, then you got to me You tossed the keys and loaned me your car, yeah … Just a young kid in a drop-top Lexus hopin' that I don't get arrested Just another kid that's going through life so worried that I won't be accepted But I could do anything, you said that, and you meant that You took me places, you spent that, they said no, we went back … Checks bounceed, but we bounced back I put all the money in your accounts back And I thank you, I don't know where I'd really be without that It worked out, man, you deserve it
This one verse alone gives a great picture of their relationship. First bar says 06, a year before Drake did the black face picture which was in 07 so he was still a child actor even tho he said he told his uncle he was switching to music during this verse, it’s safe to say he probably didn’t actually switch till much later. Says his dad is in Memphis and can’t come to Canada cause of unpaid child support. In the song empire (funnily enough with Rick Ross) he says “Say that shit in person, man I wish y'all would I say you lucky if your father was a figure Cause my uncle was my father and my father was my nigga” implying that around this time period, he was relying on his uncle heavily. He also says how his uncle made his world bigger and changed how he viewed it. And although that could mean many different things, as kids go through that kinda thing naturally, I think we all know what I’m thinking. He then goes to say that he has a change of heart about his career choice and that his uncle supported whichever he wants to do and “took me places, you spent that, they said no, we went back… Checks bounceed, but we bounced back I put all the money in your accounts back And I thank you, I don't know where I'd really be without that It worked out, man” suggesting his uncle made his career take off and then repaid him for everything he did. It’s safe to say that this uncle was his in. This uncle had the connections and something is telling me that Dennis grahm and is connection to organized crime is also related to this uncles organized crime or atleast became so either before Dennis and Sandra got together or during the adolescence of Drake. Either way, if this uncle is the trafficker, Drake was undoubtedly groomed and is probably a victim as well but with over whelming positive success it has become a much worse thing than simple victims turning into predators. Sorry for the rant. Also not checking for spelling sorry.

Hi so I‘ve been living in this WG for two years. This is a very old WG and my landlord neglected maintaining this property for 6 years before I moved in, and now they suddenly became very picky on everything after one tenant (who used to be their friend) moved out, and kind of want to force me to move out and pay for used furniture by threatening me. And what they did exactly was keeping a spare key after the one tenant moved out and entering the house whenever they wanted, without letting me and my roommate know. Then they took pictures of old furniture and stuff that were destroyed years ago and say me and my roommate did it. I asked them to return the spare key, and they refused. I kept the message of them refusing to return the key.
I actually only had a one-year-contract, so it’s already expired, but I also have asked Berlin Mieterverein about this and their answer is 1. They’ve got no right to kick me out 2. If I want to keep them out, change the lock. But changing the lock costs great money and my landlord will have even better reasons to threaten me. So now what I really want is to find a way to let my landlord give me the spare key and stop harassing me for good… they told me they kept the key so when new tenant is to come they can give it to them, hell no that’s not an answer. And they already entered the property several times without any good excuse. And also I really wanna know how to find out my landlord’s email address so I can file a real complaint to them. Have been using WhatsApp all the time and hell I regret that If anyone could help with this, I’d be really really thankful, my landlords are scaring me in the past 2 months..

The Brazilian State of Rio Grande do Sul is suffering from unprecedented floods. The international media coverage is lacking, so I'm trying to bring more info there from Brazilian media.
But first, let me tell some facts about the affected area: Rio Grande do Sul is one of Brazil's largest states (by area). With 281,730 km², it's bigger than Colorado or the country of Ecuador. It is home to 10.9 million people.
Now, picture this: the whole state was impacted, 90% of its cities are claiming damages from either the floods or the rain. 618,000 people are now displaced. The water level reached 30 meters (98.4 ft) in some cities. 148 confirmed deaths, 127 missing people so far. The capital, Porto Alegre, has seen water reaching 2.6m (8.5 ft) from the street level. Its International Airport is now closed and will remain for a long time — it's filled with water from the runway to the gates. It's being compared to the Katrina floods.
[This article has a satellite imagery comparison for Porto Alegre before and after the flood]
Millions lost their cars, their furniture, their documents and will have to make repairs to their houses (or demolish it) when the water goes down. Talking about water going down, it's going to take weeks to months for it to go away.
Why did it happen? Basically, a cold air mass came from South but faced a hot air mass just north of Rio Grande do Sul. The water in the hot air mass condensed and it rained 700mm over 15 days (5 months worth of rain). Geography did the rest, with downstream rivers and lakes accumulating water from upstream rivers and flooding. And it's still raining right now, 300mm more rain is expected for the next days. To make matters worse, temperature is going down and it's expected to reach 5°C (41 F) this week — with thousands of displaced people having nothing but the clothes on their back.
I don't even need to say that this rain is linked to climate change. Past floods in the state never reached this level, even the worse ones.
[More pictures and comparisons]
However, Porto Alegre was technically prepared for such events. It has a dike and drainage system that could handle up to 6m of water (relative to the Guaíba lake), more than the current flood (5.3m). Still, there was so much water that pumps started failing, causing more pumps to become overflowed in a cascade effect (it didn't help that the local government ignored some maintenances too).
This is what extreme weather events look like. You can tell yourself that you're safe because the geography of your area is different or that your local government is trustworthy, but ask yourself: are you really sure your city can handle 1,000mm of rain over a couple of days? Can the lake or river next to you handle it without overflowing? Can you reach the next city if all bridges get destroyed? Because extreme rainfalls and hurricanes are becoming more common thanks to global warming, and very few cities in the World are ready for this. The collapse of Rio Grande do Sul is a cautionary tale for the whole World.
Side note: because of the hot air mass, at the same time Rio Grande do Sul flooded, many Brazilian states were suffering with the hottest April/May on record and one of the driest. So that's the World at +1.58 °C, where cities just 500 mi apart are simultaneously suffering from a record flooding and a record dry hot wave.