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2024.05.14 15:36 john_everyman_1 Whirlpool ice maker failure

I have a Whirlpool Model WRS315SDHZ08, a little over 1.5 years old. The ice maker has failed. It only cycles when using the manual reset. I know these are a common problem with these fridges. Does anyone know the part number for a replacement ice maker, and where it can be bought?
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2024.05.14 12:47 Careless-Donkey-4812 Microwave runs but won’t heat

Microwave runs but won’t heat
Hey y’all, so my whirlpool microwave runs but does not heat up anything. Power level is set to 10, yes the lock button isn’t activated. Tried going through the owners manual and tried troubleshooting options. No luck. Really don’t want to pay for a service call if this thing is fried. Any other ideas? Thanks
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2024.05.14 01:05 downtownflipped Should I clean this part of my washing machine?

Should I clean this part of my washing machine?
I have a Whirlpool HTW240ASKWS washing machine and sometimes it leaves residue on my clothes. I have cleaned it like the manual says, but when I took the fabric softener dispenser off, it looked gross at the bottom. Whatever is in there doesn’t wipe off with a damp paper towel so I’m not sure what’s okay to clean it with. Thanks!
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2024.05.10 21:21 Evening-Nobody-7674 Look What Daddy Got! KitchenAid Super Automatic KES8558PL

Look What Daddy Got! KitchenAid Super Automatic KES8558PL
KitchenAid KF8 Fully Automatic Review
Before you judge me, this in the back at work. I hide them here so I don't get called crazy from my current wife. I currently have a Jura Giga 10, and Miele CM5300. I have had for 30-60 days Delonghi Dinama and Dinamica Plus, Miele CM6330 (only machine I returned after two week), Jura Giga 6, Saco Xelsis (SM8 Eu Version), Philips 3200, I think that's it. I drink non milk dark roasts primarily so that is where my reviews come from. I am looking for the largest dose size at the finest grind, so I can get a 3-4oz strong (flavorful) lungo and a newanced espresso. I test with the Peet's Espresso Forte.
Before we get into it. This machine is made by EugsteFrismag who is also the OEM for Jura, Miele and a number of Europe brands. I don't have experience with the other EU brands so I can't comment on how close they are to Miele, I do know they share the same Miele brew unit. I will update this as I go.
Initial Impressions-
The Kitchenaid KF8 KES8558PL (KA) seems to be a improved a mash up between the Miele CM53 series and the larger CM61/CM63 Series. Size wise, it's a big boy compared to the CM53. It's only about 1" longer and wider but it does look heavy from the top. It is heavy, about 40lbs. KA seems to have improved on the CM53's short comings with the small water tank and drip tray. Even the larger water tank would be a big improvement.
  • It has back back wheels so you can roll it forward and back easy.
  • The water tank is larger and the drip try is too.
  • The KA is SUPER QUITE, I mean super, no BSing around. I start it and expect a jolt of noise, nothing like that. It is like a modern dishwasher quite. More quite than my giga 10 too.
  • The case and surround are all premium finishes, thickness and quality you can feel. Even the hopper eject button is well made. It looks like it would be cheap, but it is well made.
  • Easy to customize drinks, as customizable as Jura.
  • Love the start button you have to hit so you don;'t accidently made a drink
  • 14-15g puck with fine grind.
Initial Negative:
  • I am surprised it has no wifi, it was NOT advertised with wifi but for the fit, finish and price I feel like it is hidden inside somewhere. There is a software version listed which is interesting.
  • I am getting a fill bean error with Peets Espresso Forte (a bit concerning considering no wifi to fix it).
  • The screen it kinda low budget, low resolution for no reason.. The Saeco Xelesis Suprema Screen (EU model) is gorgeous.
  • The KA has a large screen but it is poorly utilized, allowing for a lot of wasted space. It seems like the Kitchenaid KF7 3.5" KA model uses the same firmware so all they did was scale up the UI for the larger 5" screen of this KA model. Hence the wasted real estate. Point being, why did I spend the extra for the 5" Screen?
  • No Prewet setting also no Extra Hot Temp (the Miele's had both).
  • The thick polished drip tray cover is going to get scratch up easy.
  • No settings for the brew lights, the top of the dispenser has a LED in it. It lights up while brewing. I feel like Kitchenaid did this for the moms as a wow factor.
  • Miele has better branding with more appeal to me, its certainly a more perceived premium name than KA. KA seems to have went for another demographic completely and I am not it. Probably the same demo who buys the stand mixers and other gadgets. I actually think this detracts from the machine for me, but may open the machine up to a new demo who maybe never have considered a super auto. Other than the Xelsis Suprema, all the other user interfaces can be complex, more difficult or less than intuitive for no reason.
It's Friday and sunny outside. I'll do more testing next week assuming I don't put this in my car.
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Update: 5/13/04 - It makes great coffee. I liked the Cm5300, it made excellent coffee and had it as a great buy if you got it sub $900 and were ok with the small water tank. The KA makes the same excellent coffee as the Cm53 while improving on the Miele limitations.
Dose size: I have confirmed the Kitchenaid machines have a 15g coffee dose like Miele. I brewed a cup, thoroughly dried the pick out. The bin weighed 115g with coffee, 100g without coffee in the dredge bin. The dredge bin is 5g more than the bin of my cm5300, but the shape and style is exactly the same. I ran this test twice.
I'm not going to open it up, but whatever the manufacturing agreement is between EugsteFrismag and kitchenaid, it seems like EugsteFrismag owns a base platform a manufacturer can customize form there (like any white label manufacturer). The Kitchenaid KF series is a big improvement over the Miele in terms of overall usability, and user experience. The coffee is still the same excellent coffee as Miele. Other than the Kitchenaid Brand name being a little not cool (IMHO) you would be foolish to get overpriced Miele at this point. Miele has been having sales, and are due for a machine refresh so who knows. But as of now, effectively speaking, the Kitchenaid's are a updated Miele's.
Updates from my Miele Complains that I haven't mentioned above already:
  • 15g dose size with fine grind makes excellent coffee.
  • It is legit quite. I know I said this above, but it is worth another mention.
  • Its still a large body machine, but the way KA used the CM53 face design, its more laid back looking than the CM6 series your cup gets inserted into. The CM6/7 (and past gens) gave me a dyson hand dryer feel. I enjoy a minimalist design, but there is a minimalistic design and there is having a huge brick sitting there.
  • The UI is what a UI should be even if the KA is overly simplified. Everything is laid and is easy to use, especially for someone who has never used a SA before. No one can walk up to my jura to make a drink.
    • The best way to explain it is if Miele was Microsoft D.O.S., and Kitchenaid rolled up and installed windows. There is a UI vs text interface. I didn't mind the Miele menu system, but the KA screen opens up easy access to everything. It is less button pushing if your drink was not a pre-programed front button on a Miele.
    • Saving drinks and adding to a profile is easy and offered at the end of each drink.
    • Love the start button.
  • This bad boy has a quick steam purge like the Saeco Xelsis. Haven't tested yet.
  • I like the filter option- I am assuming there is a antiscale media in it, but I haven't confirmed yet.
  • Hoppers - I appreciate the ability to remove the hopper to dump out, swap or clean it. Its a convenience every machine should have. This was a reason why i kept the giga 10.
  • I still get the insert bean hopper error message after the machine grinds for a bit BUT the plus side is most machines (I think all of them) will abort the brew cycle and dump the coffee out. The KA will keep grinding and will then brew if you push continue
  • The maintenance menu is easy to access and self explanatory. There seems to be a bean purge option which I assume is for when you swap out the hopper (or beans)
    • I tried to get the machine to run without the hopper to test the bean purge feature and HOLY SENSORS. Wherever you see a circle or arrow there is either a button or slide switch that engages with the hopper. On top of that, when you insert the hopper, you need to turn a knob to lock it in place. When you do that there is a sensor in the black collars that go around the grinder opening. I haven't been able to trick the machine that the hopper is in place. If someone knows how or has access to a service manual I'd love to try it.
  • It is hard to give it praise when in reality Miele UI or lack there of was really behind the times anyway. Especially considering their price point. Style aside, Miele was functional, and cleaner than a Delonghi UI but on a CM6 or above, it was like why. Couple that with that giante waste of space and the wasteful water consumption, it was just a turn off.
  • I have not tested the startup/shut down or milk rinses yet or steam purge. I need to bring a measuring cup to work.
  • The exterior build quality is exceptional. It's not clad in metal which is ok, but you can feel the thickness and heft of the side door, probably for insulation, but it is far above other brands including Jura at least my giga 10.
Negatives you can assign your own value to:
  • Fill coffee bean error :( even after machine reset. I'm not sure where the sensor is, but I think it might be a hardware/firmware issue. Philips had this issue a few years back with their eye and dark roast.
  • UI - KA really did a good job listening to user complains from other machines it shows, but I almost feel like they need 1 more week to make the UI perfect.
    • No Screensaver- This thing just glows all the time on full backlight so I can't see how this low quality screen wouldn't get burn in.
    • I can't seem to rearrange or "filter"milk or non milk drink order on the home page. As of right now it seems you will have to scroll to get to your favorite drink. Lungo is a few drinks over. No wifi so no way to update this.
      • Delonghi and jura allows you to move things around. I can't remember if Saeco did, I don't know about Gaggia.
  • Odd Volume Increments and Limitations
    • On the Americano, I am not allowed to go lower than 2.7 oz of water which is a bummer as I had the same issue with the Philips 3200. You can stop it manually. Still why do they do this? A half out less would be perfect for me. It is still delicious. A work around maybe adding a shot if that is possible.
    • The volume increments will go by .2oz, sometimes like in the Americano it goes by .3 ounce.
  • No prewet function as on the Miele.
    • Perhaps this was by design for simplification. You can fake it. There is a sensor on the chute bipass door. When the door opens, everything pauses. When you close it, it continues to brew. I was playing with it like a kid, it was fun, and actually nice the machine wouldn't throw a temper tantrum and abort the drink.
  • Hopper Swapping - Since these drinks are espresso based, the portion sizes are obviously smaller. My wife drinks 4oz coffees, I drink a lungo in there, we get a new drink one after about 15-20min.
    • I can't see people swapping out a hopper every 15-20 min as much as I appreciate the removable hopper. You might at first, but eventually someone is going to say F it.
    • The extra hopper you can order and comes with a lid. It isn't an airtight solution. Might be better off dumping beans into a airscape, or putting the whole hopper into a gallon size ziploc bag.
  • Standby mode seems to shut the machine off completely including a rinse. I can't seem to get it out of standby mode.
  • No Cold Extraction option - IDK about this one.
Opinion/Other Thoughts:
I dono if this makes me sexist or not, I don't mean to be, but being a guy, I think the UI is a little girly. It is warm white light glow, welcoming milk drinks. It might be the low resolution screen, but everything just seems softer. You can adjust the accent colors in which is fine, but it is just super simple to use. I feel like it is missing something even though it. I don't need to be careful to accidentally make a drink. The Xelesis Suprema had a black background, sharp screen, it felt a little more "machine" or at least sports car. Jura is absolutely a machine. Delonghi's UI is a bit of a italian hot mess of fucking with it until you understand how it works. Miele of course was utilitarian German. This kitchenaid feels like a Kitchenaid, there is a absence of technical feel. There was no learning curve, or "break in". It makes excellent coffee, and I know it will appeal to more masses and probably offer them a very low return rate. It's big, but like the cm53 "little buddy" it's unassuming. It might as well be a fucking blender or something. Honestly, KA just buried Miele, buried everyone really. The only reason why someone wouldn't buy the KF7 from where I sit now is if they prefer a machine with a onboard milk carafe. Even at that, you could use a Jura Cool Control milk cooler with this too and not need a carafe.
EugsteFrismag seems to have the life, they are selling pickaxes and shovels in the super automatic gold rush. There is no reason to buy a Miele unless you just want their badge but with the feature set the KA has it would be foolish. From everything that I see, KA seems to have done an excellent job listening to the SA customers, right down to the stupid rollers on the back to slide the machine back and forth. I put my machines on felt pads.
Is it possible KA made it too easy to use? Is that even a complaint? I jumped down this rabbit hole because I like to find out where the value lies with machines that are typically cloaked with smoke and mirrors and I like to stick it to the man per say as these machines are expensive for no reason. If you can get a KF7 with a 15% Cash back deal, it is on par with Europe pricing, and a stronger value. Excellent coffee machine really. What more do we want here? If you need a coffee machine, you get this one, especially with a few software tweaks I hope they make. I could get the KF7 over Jura E- Series hands down, honestly if KA keeps this pricing, they might force Jura to reevaluate their North American pricing structure. I've said Miele made better coffee than Jura. Jura uses aerators that can get old. This KA is for all purposes is a Miele, this KA makes better coffee than Jura. There I said it.
Companies like Terra Kaffe, Smeg, GE, (dare I say Powers Coffee since that nonsense of the other week) and all the generic no name SA's on Amazon trying to bust in the SA market in by private labeling machines for the sake of profits and removing value, taking advantage of people really. Kichenaid of all firms, known for private labeling too, pulls up like Macklemore rolling into a club and apparently kills it. I don't know how they will address the software glitches, but I am impressed that KitchenAid (Whirlpool Corp.) pulled this rabbit out of a hat out of nowhere. I'm shocked really, I would not equate Whirlpool as a innovator nor would I think they would have 1) the corporate culture needed or 2) the departamental leeway to take a huge fucking leap really and make it happen.
If KA came out with a version that had a steam wand, forget the Dinamica. Forget the Accademia too. No amount of wifi magic or flow control valve will help their 11g max dose against this. What about Jura? Honestly speaking, they make good coffee but they are screwing people. I've had a love hate relationship with their cold extraction, sometimes I think its nice, sometimes I think its under extracted. It's a little weird, a little pleasant, and different. It is smoother, but I wouldn't call it coffee.
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2024.05.10 11:17 Parya_varunin Gaggia classic pro upgrade

Gaggia classic pro upgrade
Just did some upgrades on my GCP. Shades of coffee PID, 9 bar spring and ball joint steam wand (it should also be cool-touch, but it gets pretty hot after one cup, but cooler than the original ) Steaming became a charm, comparing to the original. Never got fully used to awkward positioning and 2 steam holes (now it is one hole). Now I can make steeper angles and more comfortable positioning. Plus more consistent steam pressure from pid, the whirlpool is much better
*Don’t look at the temperature))) it is cooling down after milk frothing
Any suggestions on using pid? I only did initial settings of P, I and D from the manual and don’t know all functions aside temperature settings and temperature overshoot
-Using 1zpresso k-plus grinder
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2024.05.08 15:01 ibid-11962 In-Universe Lore [Post Murtagh Christopher Paolini Q&A Wrap Up #3]

As discussed in the first post, this is my ongoing compilation of the remaining questions Christopher has answered online between August 1st 2023 and April 30th 2024 which I've not already covered in other compilations.
As always, questions are sorted by topic, and each Q&A is annotated with a bracketed source number. Links to every source used and to the other parts of this compilation will be provided in a comment below.
The previous post focused on Movies and Adaptations. This installment will focus on In-Universe Lore, questions and answers that relate to matter inside the books, not about the books. The next post will focus on Murtagh (the book and the character).

In-Universe Lore

Teleportation Magic
I always assumed when Arya tried to send Saphira’s egg to Brom she missed him geographically but was that a REALLY early clue that Eragon’s his son? So he was “close” to Brom because they’re related? Yup. You got it. [T]
Why Don't People Just Teleport Around? I know Oromis said that the teleporting spell is a taxing one, but Arya sent Saphira's egg halfway across the continent on her own. It seems like it would be easier to travel long distances in a few "hops" with breaks in between. Especially once Eragon gets the Eldunarí. Good question. Maybe you'll get some answers. :D [R]
Murtagh and Brom
Since Murtagh and Brom met briefly, I was wondering, had we had more time with Brom, would he have considered Murtagh for simply who he is or whose son he is? I think he would have needed to have gotten to know Murtagh. So I think he would have been immediately suspicious of him, especially given the circumstances under which they met. And of course meeting him would have been a very emotional experience for Brom, given his history with Morzan. So it would have been difficult. And of course, once Murtagh realized who Brom was and that he was responsible for killing Morzan, then that would have made it that much more difficult. Eragon will have been so clueless in that moment. Oh yeah, but that's kind of the definition of Eragon in the first couple of books, he has no idea what's going on. He's like, "who, me, what, what?" [19]
Shades
If I recall correctly, there are only 3 or four shades that were recorded to be killed in history. What happens to all other Shades that were created? Actually, what I said in (Eragon, I think) is that there were only a few people who had killed a Shade and lived. But yes, they're super dangerous and difficult to deal with. [R]
Tornac
What happened to Tornac, Murtagh's horse? Is he still alive? How is he doing? No comment. [19]
Nasuada
I actually had a whole backstory planned with Nasuada's mother for The Inheritance Cycle and just the way the scenes worked out in the series, there was never an opportunity for that that to naturally come out in her conversations with anyone that we saw. [11]
Vegetarianism
I wonder if the elves in the Forsworn continued their vegetarianism? Sure they were evil, but I know lots of vegans/vegetarians who are still jerks to people but not animals. They may have been evil, but they weren't barbarians! (From their point of view.) [T]
Healing Magic
Will we ever learn how Murtagh healed Thorn so quickly in Eldest? Eldunarí [T]
Spirits
If spirits are self-sustaining, why are they drawn to sources of power, and why do they "drink from the emanations that give them life" despite the fact they are self-sustaining? A clarification: they're self-sustaining in the sense that they're stable patterns that can persist over time. However, like all living things, they still need sustenance, which they get in the form of energy (usually electromagnetic) that they absorb/consume from the environment. [R]
Elvish Children and Ageing
In Brisingr, Rhunön says while forging the sword Brisingr that children have something special. They are born, with "gifts of grace and gifts of power that no grown elf can hope to match" and their "blossom withers" over time. How do you feel about that quote, now that you are a father and that you have children? Oh, I stand by it. I think you could say the same is true for human children to a degree. They're born with a share of innocence and beauty even that we all lose as we age. We gain things in return. We gain wisdom. We gain knowledge. We gain strength. Hopefully we gain patience and kindness also. But there is something special about childhood. A timelessness which I suppose goes back to innocence. And of course with the elves, since they're tied into magic in ways that we aren't, there are other factors in play as well. They have powers or abilities that somehow outstretched that of any adult elf? Well, my thought was the inhibitions are lower. The barriers between them and the flow of magic is different. And so they are more naturally inclined toward wild magic. That is magic unbounded by the ancient language. And not that it always happens, but just in general, I think with the Elven children, you never quite know what might happen. And then as they get older, as they hit their equivalent of adolescence, it all becomes much more constrained and adult. When are you considered an adult for the elves, like 50 years old? I don't want to commit to an actual number at the moment. I'd have to look at it. I know I've always thought about a very rough guide would be like 20 to 30 is kind of their teenage years, roughly. And then you're not considered a young adult until well after that. And I try to think when Arya took up her role as ambassador and left, Du Weldenvarden. And it might've been when she was like 20 or 30, something like that. She would've been, really kind of too young to do that, but it'd be like a, 18-, 19-year-old going off to join the foreign legion or something, but people do that. [19]
Angela
In Inheritance, is what Angela is writing down a Doctor Who reference? Maybe. Is it raxacoricofallapatorius? Now that would be copyright infringement. Right, it is the legally distinct version of that. Yes, I am a Doctor Who fan. I have to ask, have you read To Sleep in a Sea of Stars? I actually haven't yet. That is next on the list. Well, the reason I asked is there is a certain short curly-haired woman with a cat who appears in To Sleep in a Sea of Stars that might answer a few of your questions or raise a couple more. [11]
Murtagh was an amazing ride. I just missed Angela. She does appear in the book. Just under a different name . . . [Uluthrek] [T]
Has Angela the Herbalist ever gotten drunk? Most likely. [T]
Eragon vs Barst
Would Eragon have been able to defeat Barst? Yes. [R]
Reading Magic
Jeod says "The spell you sent me, however, did not work when I read it from the scroll." I don't recall him ever being mentioned as a spellcaster. He'd have to be though, for him to be able to cast this spell right? Nope. Non-magicians can cast spells if the spells are, in essence, pre-loaded with energy. So if a scroll/gem/object is imbued with the necessary energy to enact the spell, then all you need to do is trigger the release of the energy by performing the necessary action (in this case, reading the words of the spell off the scroll). [R]
Eldunarí Training
Arya and Murtagh aren't getting ANY actual “rider” training. Eragon is the only rider alive who was taught rider-only knowledge. And neither Fírnen or Thorn has a dragon to teach them dragon-only knowledge. Don’t forget some of the Eldunarí stayed behind in Ellesméra with Arya and Fírnen. Was in deluxe edition of Inheritance and then added to later printings of main edition. [R]
Az Sweldn rak Anhûin Riders
What will happen if a dragon was to hatch in the Dûrgrimst Az Sweldn rak Anhûin? I'm not sure that the dwarves would allow any of those clan members to come before the dragon eggs. If that did happen and one dragon hatched for them, I think it'd be very difficult politically, and it's entirely possible that the dragon for whom it hatched would be exiled from their clan. I thought that maybe it will make them change, but no, it's unlikely after all since they showed so much antagonization. I mean, come on, how often do people change their beliefs? Not often. [19]
Forbidden Spells
You aren't exactly the kind of guy that I would openly give like a bad review to. Good, you should do it anonymously. That's what the internet was made for. I wouldn't give you a bad review, like under my real name, because I can't think of any other author whose magic system is specifically able to give someone testicular torsion. Could we get a firm pronunciation of that spell? It would be bowler, that's actually how you would say it. Böllr, that's ball of course, thrysta. Böllr thrysta. And it's considered the worst spell in the World of Eragon. You're really discouraged from using it. And those who use it are usually exiled and/or killed on the spot. Wow. So it's sort of akin to like an unforgivable curse. It is an unforgivable curse. That's right. Well thank you so much. I'll have to remember that spell for the next time someone suggests a really bad idea. Like leaving a bad review on my books? No, I was thinking like if someone said, hey, do you guys want to go watch Eragon? [31]

Dragons

Dragons Physics
I think something you always run into if you're trying to depict dragons as real world animals is how do you actually get them to breathe fire if there's a biological process? My solution is just magic which was easy. With a lot of CGI dragons the wings are always too small. You need massive wingspan to get a body that size off the ground. Real world physics, if you're gonna have them fly, they need to have very big wings. I have the privilege of living in a part of the country where quite a few dinosaurs have been dug up. In fact, not too far from my house, they dug up a, I think it was a brontosaurus. And the big museum near me in Bozeman, Montana, the Museum of the Rockies has one of the best dinosaur exhibits in the world. And the paleontologist Jack Horner actually worked in conjunction with that museum for many years. And I got to have a sort of behind the scenes tour with him one time and he showed me these bones from the wings of a pterosaur. Huge, huge animal. And the wings were so fragile and he was talking about the ratio of the wings to the body size and the weight that could actually lift and everything. And you either need some massive genetic engineering or some magic to make dragons actually possible. [30]
Just finished Murtagh and holy flaming dragon balls was that an amazing, wild ride from start to finish! You're very welcome! Glad you enjoyed it! (For the record, dragon, ah, gonads are internal. Just to be clear.) [T]
Where do the dragons poop? Wherever they want. [R]
Dragon-adjacent Species
What discoveries about dragons do you continue to uncover and how do you continue to draw inspiration for describing the dragons in very different ways? If I were writing a story that wasn't in the World of Eragon, something completely new, then I think I'd draw a little bit more from some stuff I've read in mythology and just other fantasy books over the years. Specifically in this series though, what I'm discovering, if anything, is just further exploration of what I've already established. So taking it to the logical extremes of, okay, if the dragons exhibit these traits, what about this? What about that? How would that actually influence things? And also in my world, I have a couple of dragon-adjacent species. Because it seemed to me that if the dragons existed, as with most creatures, there'd be something similar as well, similar, that had evolved along similar lines, but wasn't actually a dragon. So I have a couple of those. And those are fun to play with as well. [34]
Dragon Diets
How would you make a giant dragon ecologically feasible? But I don't know if there's a way to even do that. I always thought that the only way it would work would be if dragons were kind of like whales, which are predators. So you can have so many very large predators and it really depends on having enough biomass underneath them to support that. And I kind of look at various reptiles and snakes where especially as they get larger, they gorge and then they go into hibernation. They rest, they digest for sometimes months and months at times. And that could be semi-realistic and it fits with some of the mythology. But if you get into really large dragons, which is always fun to write about, even the physics of supporting their own weight aside, let's say it's magic or they've got adamantium bones or whatever and muscles, but then what are they actually eating? They'd have to go pick up blue whales and down a blue whale every once in a while. It's really the only conceivable thing. Or you'd be wiping out entire herds of everything. I think the complicating factor is that so many dragons in our books and other books are really intelligent. So you have the double whammy of a very large predator who might also have human level, if not more, intelligence. And then you really got to start wondering about the impact on the ecology. It's like, well, OK, maybe the dragon just takes a large valley and sees a couple herds there. And so it carries a couple boulders over and blocks off each end of the valley. And now its own private ranch. And you're going to live and grow there and get eaten occasionally, and the dragon's happy. See, now I'm picturing Yellow Scale Ranch, like a city of Yellowstone. And the dragon has a cowboy hat and maybe a walking stick. What do you think's under the caldera? Why do you think it erupts every so many tens of thousands of years? [30]
One thing that's never talked about enough with dragons and how they hunt and eat is just how bad it would smell if they went after a flock of sheep. Do you know how bad birds would smell? The stench would drive off every creature, every predator, every human in probably like a 20 mile radius. [30]
Dragons Eating Others
One of my favorite scenes was right after Muckmaw, when Murtagh wouldn't let him eat him. The funny thing is, when they're flying over some mountains, Thorn is talking about eating Urgals, and Murtagh makes him promise that he's not going to eat an Urgal, or a Human, or an Elf, and he conveniently leaves out the Dwarves. Which readers have immediately picked up on. And someone said, well, you know, the Dwarves do kind of have it out for Murtagh because he killed their king. So maybe Murtagh left that out on purpose. That he's just giving a little bit of a loophole for Thorn. That if Thorn needs to eat a dwarf, Murtagh's not going to be too concerned. To be fair, I do think that Saphira would really have no qualms about eating someone she didn't like either. No, but I think that she'd have justification, right? Well, yeah, I mean, Thorn's justification is he doesn't like you or he's hungry. Those are good justifications. [32]
Alcoholic Dragons
We all know that Saphira is a great mead aficionado. Is it something that's only her fancy or do some other dragons also like that? Some other dragons definitely enjoy drinking, so it's not just Saphira. There was probably some wild parties in Vroengard then. Oh yeah, and it's actually a common thing in the wild and lots of animals will try to get fermented berries and essentially get themselves drunk. So I think dragons probably enjoy a good drink now and then. It seems to be the smarter the animal, the more they like alcohol. [19]
Dragons and Riders Dying
In Eragon, correct me if I'm wrong, if the Rider dies, the dragon dies, right? So that's actually something they invented for the film version. They will often die, just because the bond is so strong. But there's nothing like that compels the death. It's more like they're suicidal, they feel horrible, and they they end it. [33]
Dragon Colors
Why is Saphira blue? Because I'm color blind. I am red-green color blind. I see both red and green, but I see less of them than someone with normal color vision. And so if you've read the books, the way that I described dragon vision is how I see the world. Blue is the most vibrant color I tend to see. And thus, Saphira is blue. However, I've been told that the blue that I think Saphira is, is actually purple for someone with normal color vision. So I see purple as the most amazing blue. So she is a purple dragon, but I say she's blue. [35]
Back when I just finished Inheritance, I had some daydreams/fanfiction about the first new dragon that would hatch after Eragon left Alagaësia. Just wondering if you have guesses on the new dragon's color? Puce. [R]
Dragon Gods
Men, Dwarves, and Elves each have their own gods and religion. What about Dragons? Do they have their own gods and religion? Dragons ARE gods. At least, that’s what *they* think. [T]
Dragons are Cats
Could dragons make good pets? I clearly prefer dogs and cats! Dogs love us for life. Cats are the perfect companions for writers. In fact, my dragons behave like cats! Like them, they have high self-esteem. They are very proud. [4]
Saphira's Hotness
I know we all hate the movie because it’s awful, but I’m rewatching now and damn is newborn Saphira adorable as all hell. She needed to be fiercer looking, like a baby hawk. But yes, very cute. [R]
Saphira's supposed to look beautiful, right? She's FABULOUS. [R]
I was just wondering what you thought about Saphira's Rule 34 page. I don't want to think about it. [31]
Shruikan
Which character do you think is the most tragic, with the most disappointments and loss? Shruikan [R]

Murtagh

Pronunciation
How do you pronounce Murtagh, your new book? Because Italians have their pronunciations, English has its own pronunciations. We pronounciation the "gh" here in Italy. First of all, in The World of Eragon there are many different dialects and languages. So the way you say his name is how is name would be said in certain parts of the world. I say Murtagh (mur-tag) but I'm an American so my vowels are very flat, and in The Word of Eragon it probably would be said much more like Murtagh (murr-tug) or something like that. Like in Italian Ci. The first time I was in Italy, for Eldest, or for my second book. My parents came to visit while I was in Italy, and I was calling their room and I called to the front desk of the hotel and I asked for their room and I gave them the last name and I said "Paolini" (pow-li-ni) and they go "No. No. No." I said "Paolini (pow-li-ni)". "No. No. No. No one by that name." And finally I went "Paolini (pay-oh-liii-niiiiiiiii)". And they go "Ohhhhhhhh". [Note that when the translator tries saying this answer back in Italian all the Paolinis sound the same.] We also have a lot of different accents in the Italian language. That may have also helped out. No, I know. My family is originally from Bologna, and I watched a lot of Italian films and shows. The difference between what you hear in Inspector Commissario Montalbano versus some of the other films is very different. [7]
I reserve the right to butcher my character's names however I darn well please. And I have gotten into extended discussions with my fans about whether it is Murtuag, Murtag, or Murtah because Murtah is actually a real Irish name. And because I'm an uncouth American and I have flat vowels, I say Murtag, but it probably should be Murtuag and of course historically it's Murtah. [33]
Murtagh's Map
Why isn’t the map in English? Because it’s Murtagh’s actual map. The translation key is in the back of the book. [T]
Did you draw this and then fold and crease the page, and this is a photograph of that, or are the creases drawn? Neither. I drew it and then placed a picture of creased paper under the drawing, on a separate layer. The map by itself, without the paper image, looks rather bare, as I designed it to work with the underlying texture. [T]
The reason it's only half of Alagaësia, is because if you translate this bit, and there is a translation key in the back of the book, it says this is an imperial map. So this is a map from the Empire that Murtagh was given before the end of Inheritance. [17]
I've gotten a few people who've been annoyed that in the map at the beginning of Murtagh, all the locations are labeled in runes, which I do provide a Rosetta Stone for at the back of the book. Of course, you have to go look in the back of the book and know that it's there in order to figure that out. So some people have been like, "How am I supposed to know where Murtagh is? Come on." But the idea was that it is a in-universe artifact. It's actually the map that Murtagh himself is carrying around, which is why it's all wrinkled and stained and actually is what he's carrying around. [34]
The map at the beginning and the other illustrations are very dark. Is this deliberate or just an error? Printing error. It shouldn’t be that dark. [T]
Runes
There was also an instance where it says that the dwarves and humans use different runes, but in Eragon, it is mentioned that they use the same runes. Same runes arranged differently. [T]
While reading Murtagh, I came across a line where he is unable to read the dwarvern runes, however in Eldest, Gannel tells Eragon that humans adopted the dwarvern runes as their own. There's a discussion about the differences between the human and dwarven runes included at the back of Murtagh. [R]
Mr Stabby vs Tinkledeath
If there will be a duel between Mr. Stabby, which technically cannot be broken, and Tinkledeath that can cut through almost everything, how will the duel ensue? I would guess that Mr. Stabby could hold off Tinkledeath, at least for a time. But trying to block a sword with a fork is very, very difficult, so I wouldn't want to try. [19]
Svartlings
You have magic, dragons, ugly bird men and their ugly Wal-Mart bird dragons, bears the size of houses, elves that dress up as furries, and rocks that grow from farm soil! What a fantastical universe Don't forget the giant boars, the horned goat/sheep people, the ten-mile-high mountains, the giant whirlpool, and the spirit-possessed magicians. Oh yeah, and what are Svartlings? [R]
Poetry
In this book there are indeed many plot twists, epic new enemies, but you know what I wasn't expecting? Murtagh becoming a poet. Was it because you've become keen on poetry as well? It's because if you've ever spent a fair bit of time without the Internet and without television and without radio and without books, you get really bored quite honestly. Especially if you have the sort of mind that like you need to do something with your mind and I think Murtagh is that sort of a person. Like he has too many unpleasant things to think about in his life and so he needs to distract himself. And after the end of Inheritance he knows he's changed and I think he's trying to think of himself in a new light as a new person. So for me it was like fifty percent him trying to entertain himself, fifty percent him trying to avoid thinking about things he didn't want to think about. And then of course outside of the actual universe of the story it's me the author enjoying doing poetry. But I wouldn't put it in if I didn't think it made sense for the character. [17]
Glaedr’s scale
The werecat Carabel tells Murtagh that he must use a dragon scale to lure Muckmaw. She insists that “only the scale of a dragon will suffice for Muckmaw.” But why Glaedr’s scale? Couldn’t they have removed one of Thorn’s to use as bait? I was surprised that neither Murtagh or Thorn thought of it — even if just to dismiss it as a bad idea. You're right: I should have addressed this in the book, if even only to have Murtagh have the knee-reaction of "I'm not pulling a scale off Thorn!" to which Carabel would have said, "I'm not asking you to." etc. [R]
Why not any other scale, why only Glaedr's scale? Why didn't Murtagh ask the same question? Murtagh would NEVER volunteer to pull a scale off Thorn. Especially not if there was a possible alternative. [T]
Who was the elf that was protecting Glaedr's scale? Murtagh literally has to stab himself to free himself from the mental grip of someone, and he's not the least bit curious as to who it is? I think it's one of the two elves standing outside the stone house in Gilead. The ones that Murtagh purposefully avoided. This. [R]
Doorways
"He blinked and took a closer look at the back wall. Was there something on the ... Yes. A faint line of white chalk. He traced it with his eyes and found that the line drew an arch from floor to head height. An arch or a doorway. The idea of a doorway. A yearning for freedom." Sounds like the kind of door Angela drew in FWW... Sure does. [T]
Scurvy
How did Murtagh not get scurvy when he was living off the land? My boy didn't have a single fruit. Organ meats and pine-needle tea. [T]
Scrying
I think [Murtagh and Thorn] are very very ignorant of magic. Like when they were talking about going south and were like "welp there's no faster way to contact anyone other than courier". I was practically screaming "YES THERE IS IT'S CALLED SCRYING YOU IDIOTS" Nasuada would be warded against random scrying, and Murtagh knows this. Pretty sure he thinks about this exact point when considering how to get info to Nasuada near the end of the Gil'ead sequence. [R]
ADHD
I was describing this book [Murtagh] to my partner while I was reading it. And he goes "these two characters sound like they have ADHD". And I was like, "I see it." I don't know. They focus pretty well on the things they do. [32]
Azlagûr
Is the "unnamed shadow" in Eragon's Guide to Alagaësia the DraumaAzlagûr? It is not referring to Azlagûr. [R]
Could Azlagûr be a Chinese Dragon? The old Chinese explanation for solar eclipses WAS a dragon eating the sun. Scary [R]
Galbatorix Motivations
You tie Galbatorix to Bachel in this book in a way. Was there was that like nerve-wracking, because there's that element of like 'oh am I going to take something away from the previous story by tying it in here'? Yeah and it's possible some people are going to view it as too much of a retcon, but to that I would say two things. One, a lot of this has been planned for a very long time by me. Two I wouldn't believe 100% everything Bachel says. I have my own theories for what Galbatorix thought and felt and was actually up to. I don't think actually that the Dreamers had as much control. In fact the whole reason I'm sure he was looking for the name of names, the name of the ancient language, was to wipe the Dreamers out in many ways. I wouldn't trust everything Bachel says. [11]
Galbatorix downfall was his unawareness of non-worded magic, but in Murtagh he and the forsworn meet Bachel who only uses unworded magic. Remember: Bachel lies. And even if she didn't, and Galbatorix was aware of wordless magic, he never would have thought to protect himself against a spell meant to help him, not hurt him. [T]
The whole "Galby lost part of his army in the spine" thing was a result (in part) of his attempt to deal with the Dreamers, and we have Bachel boasting that even Galbatorix couldn't stop them. And yet, we've been told that Eragon and the Eldunarí could have dealt with the Dreamers without too much difficulty. Galbatorix was significantly more powerful than they were, even without the Name of Names. So, if we take-as-given that Galbatorix wanted the Dreamers gone, why are they still there? He knew where they were, he knew he had the means to obliterate them, and (by his own estimation) the Varden was no real threat to him. 1. Bachel lies. 2. The Urgals wiped out Galbatorix's army. No contradiction there. Were they controlled/influenced by the Dreamers? Good question. 3. The Dreamers themselves aren't the real threat. 4. Galbatorix knew more than Murtagh/readers know. [R]
The thing that bothered me about the Ra'zac saying he's getting close to finding the Name is that I can't figure out any way they would have any indication of whether he's "close." There are many different names for the language, some more descriptive than others, but only one true name. It would be like saying, “I know Latin!” vs. “I know this exact dialect from this exact time period, and it is called X.” There are layers of specificity. [R]
Shaking the valley
Do you have a favorite scene or character or moment that you want to share? I really liked when Bachel shook the valley. Did she shake the valley though or is there a giant dragon under the Earth that moved in its slumber? Because I have theories. Well that's a good question. [11]
Thorn Flashbacks
The scenes where Thorn was being put in an arena when he was young, is it a vision or is it a real recollection of Murtagh? That was a real recollection. [19]
End Him Rightly
Was there a reference in murtagh to the pommel throwing technique? A certain character [Tornac] asked "Did you end him rightly?" And that made me remember the German fencing manual? Or was this just coincidence? There are no coincidences. @Skallagrim Ok, but like are we supposed to interpret this as a valid technique in-universe which Murtagh did? Or perhaps as a joke that the above mentioned character decided was appropriate to reference at that particular moment? It's both. It's a valid historical technique and also a joke within the HEMA community. Though not meant to be a joke between characters. [T]
Torture
I just finished Murtagh and one thing that sticks to my mind is how pointless / tame the torture scenes were. The torture was worse than you think. I just didn’t want to write it out in detail. [R]
My personal theory is that Bachel forced Murtagh to inflict the pain on his own body through the breath or invading his mind. I could see Bachel forcing Thorn to maul Murtagh, Or Murtagh to torment Thorn under the breath. It was even worse than either of those two options, sorry to say. [R]
Ithring
I just noticed; the Fractalverse logo & the center of [the Ithring] symbol, are similar. Shhh. [T]
Murtagh's Spell
Does the explosion from “compress air and gather light” come from Murtagh [focusing] a bunch of light into a spot, which would heat up the air and cause it to rapidly expand? Bingo. And if there was watemoisture at the target location (which there was), you'll get a steam explosion. [R]
One of the spells Murtagh cast in the book, I think the translation was "Compress the air and gather light." And then a big explosion happened. Was that lightning or was that a form of plasma that had become unstable? Superheated watemoisture expanding. Basically, a steam explosion. [T]
Murtagh Healing
You really put Murtagh through a lot. And it made me both smile and ache for him. I did put him through it. And one of the reasons is because although it was not his choice, he did some pretty unpleasant things and coming to terms with that was never going to be easy. And I think he will have an easier time of it moving forward now. He'll never have the life that Eragon has, but I think he has a chance at a more normal life now. As normal as he'll ever have a life. I wouldn't be surprised if he wakes up in a cold sweat, having some bad dreams for a couple of years, but I think he's on the path to healing. [19]
Nasuada controlling magic users
Given the new paradigm of Nasuada being a queen, how will she manage to have at the same time potent enough magicians and keeping control of magic in her realm as decades will go on in the future, especially since she's not a magician herself? That is the problem she's grappling with and it's a difficult one. I think the solution she's settled on at the moment is insufficient, with drugging people who don't want to join Du Vrangr Gata or don't want to swear this or that. So my thought is that now that Murtagh is spending time with her and Murtagh has had this experience of being controlled by Bachel's breath, he has a unique perspective on all of this, and perhaps that will help guide Nasuada's thoughts and approaches moving forward. But it's a problem. I've seen people criticize Nasuada's choices with how to deal with the magicians. And I'll happily agree it's not ideal, but it's also not ideal to have random people wandering around who can kill you with a word or who can slip into your mind and control you and you have no defense against that. It's a major major problem and no one would put up with it in the real world. If you knew that was a possibility and you suspected someone of being a magician, that's the sort of thing where witch hunts and magician hunts start actually making a lot of sense. Maybe not on an individual moral level, but from a societal standpoint, it starts making a lot of sense why you might kill those people.* [19]
Murtagh and Nasuada
What are Murtagh & Nasuada up to at this moment in time? Standing outside the small, barred room hidden behind her council chamber. [T]

Fractalverse

Sometimes I overthink things and end up confusing readers. Example: in Fractal Noise, I have my civilian characters use twelve-hour time. But they refer to the times using 24-hour terminology. So they'd say "Oh-nine-hundred" for 9am OR 9pm and rely on context for the listener to understand. Problem is, I never really explained what I was doing to readers. Lol. Ah well. Live and learn. [T]
Re-read To Sleep after reading Fractal Noise and somewhere in To Sleep it says the Great Beacon pulses ever 5.2 seconds but in Fractal Noise it says it's around 10 seconds. Is this a misprint? Yes. Was corrected in reprints. [T]
I have so many unanswered questions about Talos & the hole! Can we pleease get some lore on it. Lore upcoming in the next #Fractalverse books. So. Much. Lore. There's an entire dimension to the story that isn't yet apparent. [T]
If you think about it, the #Fractalverse has seven dimensions: three-subluminal, one luminal, and three superluminal. . . . I'm sure it's just coincidence. Why 3 subluminal and 3 superluminal? I thought the Tri-Space model was 3 realms? Yes, three realms, but superluminal and sub-luminal space are each 3D, while the luminal realm is just a membrane separating them. (Technically the membrane has an infinitesimal thickness to it, but that's splitting TEQs. For all practical purposes, it's 1D.) [T]

Fan Theories

I understood that some seeds had been planted in Murtagh, which made me wonder. Those seeds were even already in Brisingr. [23]
How far does the history of Alagaësia go, with all the associated myths and legends? You are now looking at the figurative tip of the iceberg. There is much more. There are fans who can now finally connect some of the clues I left in Eragon and my science fiction books. They suddenly get an inspiration and say: “Christopher doesn't play chess, he plays 4D chess.” But I have given away a lot of hints in my books, which I now have to do something with. In the coming books, both in Eragon and in my science fiction books, we will get more of the history, including things that I laid the foundation for years ago. So are both series connected? No comment. [23]
In the fan community there have been some very smart people who have been concocting some elaborate theories of what is actually going on in the World of Eragon and the Fractalverse. And they’re not right on everything but they’ve gotten pretty close in some very interesting ways. And all I'll say is that yes, I am doing a quite a lot of deep things and it isn't really apparent yet, and that's just my own fault, because I haven't written the next couple of books that will confirm what it is I'm actually doing on a deep level. So I'm looking forward to that. [32]
Have you seen any theories out there that have been correct? Yeah, a couple. There's a couple of really super smart fans in my fan base who've finally caught on to some of the very deep things I've been doing in the background of both my fantasy books and also my sci fi ones. And they've been like picking apart the world and going, wait a minute. Did Christopher mean this? Did he mean this? And nine times out of ten, the answer is yes. It's really hard to outsmart the crowd. There's so many smart people out there. And I love seeing that engagement. [33]
I have a bunch more theories on Giants but I'll save it for another post. You better write that post about the Giants. [R]
There are a lot of specific references to the moon in relation to the Ra'zac. Sheesh. All this talk of moons makes me wonder why/how Angela ended up being called Uluthrek. [R]
Fractal Noise has nearly no lore pertaining these theories. Ahem. All this talk about spirits and not a single mention of the 'angels' from FN? [R]
There gotta be something interesting at the top of Beors. Nobody has been to the top yet, not even the Riders. Pretty much little to zero breathing air at that point. Seems like the perfect place to have magical or immortal beings kinda just hanging out away from anything. Heh [R]
Right now no matter what way you swing it, we have issues in terms of time. Angela's presence makes things infinitely more complicated. Correct. I'm also guessing we're dealing with the very real issue of "Paolini is making up new shit as he goes", and is finding ways to retroactively make things fit together. Incorrect. (Or at least, mostly incorrect. :D) There's a major piece to the puzzle that I haven't shared yet. The next two Fractalverse books will clarify. [R]

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2024.05.07 04:52 mstentrop Whirlpool thin twin leaked oil / transmission replacement

I have an older whirlpool thin twin stacked washedryer. Model number WX11001. It leaked oil and I suspect the geatransmission assembly and possibly the clutch assembly need to be replaced. Can anyone tell me where to find the model numbers of these parts, so I can order replacements? I have not been able to find service manuals or other info on this model.
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2024.05.06 18:59 Pretty-Consequence74 Mini fridge

Mini fridge
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2024.05.05 06:34 delkarnu Finally moved to a place with room to brew. Suggestions on this proposed setup?

Been a long time since I lived somewhere with room to brew and I'm looking to setup for ale and mead and occasionally lager.
What I'm currently thinking of for a setup:
Brewing: Anvil Foundry 10.5G with recirculation and whirlpool Fermenting: 2x Fermzilla All-Rounder pressure brewing kits Kegging: KOMOS Kegging kit - 5 Gal Ball Lock Corny Keg Serving: KOMOS Kegerator
Anything you'd recommend swapping out or things you'd add to the list?
I'm in the U.S. for equipment suppliers. It's been a decade since I last brewed with a pot, a manual siphon, a glass carboy, and bottling wand, so I'm looking to start off in the new place with a proper setup.
Edit: Swapped one of the All-Rounders for a conical for the flexibility, otherwise purchased as listed. I'll see how the setup works for a few brews and add temp control if the pressure fermenting isn't enough to account for a few degrees over ambient. Thanks, all!
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2024.05.04 21:36 ThrowRATurbulentBus Help! Just moved in - and I have no idea what model my Whirlpool oven is!

I feel very daft - but I've just moved in on my own for the first time, and my house has an electric Whirlpool oven. The problem is that there's no manual - so I am struggling to work out how to use it, and it doesn't seem to have an identifying serial number. Advice welcomed!
I can't see how to add a photo so identifying info on the display - two turnable knobs, one for setting and one to raise/lower the temperature. One button - I've worked out how to set the time using that, but everything else is a mystery!
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2024.05.01 19:36 alecz123 Need some help - dishwasher!

I used my dishwasher for about 3 times since I bought it. Only now I started reading its manual and found out about salt. Any idea if whirlpool dishwashers come prefilled with salt? Did I damage it by not using salt? I mention the water is normal tap water which is safe for drinking. 7.28 German degrees.
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2024.04.30 21:19 ZappyZeniii926 Please help me figure this out?

Please help me figure this out?
Hello, first time in this sub, not sure if it’s the right place to ask.
We just moved to our new apartment which has a french door Whirlpool fridge and freezer. We had some items like sauces, veggies and eggs that we kept in right away in the fridge compartment, but the next day, they were frozen.
When looking up in the fridge compartment, the fridge temperature shows one snowflake, and we assume this is the least cold, and five snowflakes is the coldest. We’re not sure what to do to make it less cold, or does it have something to do with humidity or something else?
We consulted the manual and there’s no indication of changing the temperature, and the building manager doesn’t know. Any feedback is greatly appreciated!
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2024.04.28 16:26 iamjustacrayon Where should I direct my questions about my freezer that doesn't(?) work as it should?

The model is (probably) "Whirlpool AFG 6142-B"
I bought it used, and I can't get it to run "normally" (ca -18°c). It's either at ca -35°c, or it's off.
I looked up the user manual, and it was unhelpful for this problem.
Is there a subreddit I can ask? Somewhere else????
Pls help
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2024.04.26 20:14 Ok-Seaworthiness-542 Which anode do I need?

I need to replace the anode in my hot water heater but I do not know which anode I need to buy. I checked the manual and it does not give a part number. I did several Google searches and am getting conflicting information as to aluminum vs magnesium and length (32" vs 42").
I also read that the main reason to get a segmented (flexible) anode is if you don't have overhead clearance to get the anodes in and out? Is that correct? If so I have plenty of overhead clearance.
It is an electric Whirlpool model # ES50R123-45D.
Can anyone tell me which anode to buy?
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2024.04.25 13:02 Gznork26 [SP] "Deadly Attractor" -- Chapter Eleven

“Deadly Attractor” (TOC)
by P. Orin Zack
[2003]
 
Chapter Eleven
 
… Friday; Halifax …
There was a knock at the door. “Hello?” said a muffled voice. “Are you awake?”
Illicitly making love in an unused floatbed did have its risks. In order to get any privacy, though, you had to alter patient records to make it look like someone had been scheduled in for the night. Frank had arranged midnight zero-‘G’ trysts with Mara before, but this was the first time he’d done it at a MedCenter.
“Ignore it,” she whispered.
Short of booking space in space, this was the most deliciously sensual experience in the world. Only here it was private, or at least it was supposed to be. Wisps of breeze that got caught in the free-fall zone turned them gently like a roast on a spit over the safety cushion below. Wrapped up in one another’s musk, and with the warm sensation of him inside her, they floated in a kind of zen fog: still, yet moving; balanced, yet always about to fall. Fluids acted differently in free-fall, too. Instead of feeling like—
“Mara?”
Suddenly, the floatbed failed, and she fell. Nobody should have known they were—
Another knock.
Now she was alone. But where was Frank? If someone found her here—
“Mara? Wake up. We have to get going.”
And then it was gone. She opened her eyes and took a breath. Halifax. She was visiting with Alex and had been dreaming. Or was she? They’d been talking, too, and it had that feeling of reality to it, the sense that their dream-context tryst was more than just entertainment.
“Yeah, I’m up. Be right out,” she said hazily, trying to recover the details of their discussion.
Once she’d gotten dressed, and she’d had a chance to call her folks and talk with Pegwin for a few minutes, they went out for breakfast. Since the restaurant that Alex picked was so busy, they had time to talk.
“Frank visited dreamside, last night,” she said. “I don’t know how much of what I remember was real, and how much was the trickster, but I got the sense that a lot’s been happening back in L.A.”
Alex poured them both some coffee from the carafe a server brought.
Mara added cream and sugar, but stared into the mixture rather than stirring it. Finally, she pointed at the swirling tracery of brown and white, smiled, and looked up at Alex. “They talked at a stream.”
He stirred his drink. “Who did?”
“Frank and that woman; the one with the strange eyes. It’s like I could see a third-person view of them, but I couldn’t hear anything. I think she’s helping him for some reason, and he’s helping her. There was a sense of trust. Unfortunately, feelings translate better than words from that context, so I don’t have much more than that. There was one other thing, though.”
Alex put down his cup and waited.
She stirred her coffee briefly, and then took a sip. “Remember that conspiracy sheet he told us about?”
“Sure, Mara. What about it?”
“I think it kept coming up in his mind, or at least he kept thinking about it. He may have found out that something in there was true.”
They were quiet until breakfast arrived. When the server left, and they’d finished customizing their omelets, Alex began fidgeting. Finally, halfway through breakfast, he put his fork down and looked at Mara. “What do we do now, sis?”
“C’mon Alex. Eat,” she chided. “If we get bogged down again like we did yesterday, there’s no telling how long it will be before you get another meal.”
He ran a finger over his fork. “I just can’t believe they put us through all that grief, just to find out that G’danic allegedly pre-authorized that travesty of medicine they call treatment.”
“Yeah, well,” she said, mockingly, “it certainly looked official enough; had his ID and everything.”
Alex grabbed his fork and stabbed a chunk of egg. “And I suppose, if you didn’t know anything about him, and you didn’t know what that treatment would do to him, you might actually believe it.”
“So how did it get there?”
He ate a few more mouthfuls before answering. “Obviously, someone faked the record, someone with access to his biometrics files on the MedNet. But the MedNet’s supposed to be secure, so where does that leave us?”
Mara had finished her omelet, and began sopping up the remains with a piece of toast. “For one thing, it leaves us with more of a reason to suspect that whoever did it was afraid of G’danic, or of what he had to say, and that they have access to stuff that’s supposedly tamperproof.”
“Well,” Alex said between bites, “we did consider the possibility that his work threatened the GD power structure. If anyone has access to the inaccessible, it’s them.”
“Which brings us back to that dark conspiracy,” Mara said solemnly. “Considering what’s happened to G’danic so far – both the accident and the treatment orders – I think the one about the government being behind improbable events is winning. What can we do from here?”
“I can think of two things, aside from keeping an eye on G’danic. One is visiting the accident site, and the other is talking to that Australian news crew. What’s your choice?”
She thought for a moment. “I’ll stick with G’danic at the MedCenter, and see if I can track down the news crew on com. You head over to the work site.”
 
… Los Angeles …
Dreaming of Mara always made her trips less lonesome for Frank, but this morning’s dreamside coupling ended too abruptly for his taste. One minute they were making endless tantric love, wafting in the breeze of a hijacked floatbed’s ‘G’-field, and the next he was wide-awake, frustrated, and too worried to go back to sleep. After a shower and breakfast, he checked the newsfeeds to see what was happening in the world.
The case against HealthTech Resources and Tanguru ProbliMetrics was the top story in the regional news roundup. Breathless reporters excitedly recalled the chaos in the courtroom. Clips of their descriptions ran between canned pieces on both Apuérto himself and the East-Side MedCenter. They seemed so excited to have an actual news story to report, you’d think the rest of the news was made up or something.
Frank was getting ready to leave when a commentator came on and started hurling invectives at the idea of using psychics in court, and at him in particular for attacking the witness. The foreman said this would happen, and it was going to make both conducting the case, and the investigation he’d enlisted the jury’s support in, all the more difficult. When the screen showed a picture of Frank, taken from an old ID, he growled, turned off the feed, and stormed out. It wasn’t starting out to be a good day at all.
At least if he’d still had his glasses, he could have opaqued them while reading a book or something on the ride in, but as it was, he became the target of a considerable amount of gawking. The unsupported rumors fueled by that commentator’s ill-informed ranting had taken on a life of their own.
When he stood to debark at the stop near the courthouse, conversation in the bus abruptly ended, and the few remaining passengers watched him intently. They might have thought they were being quiet, that they were politely keeping their opinions to themselves, but to a psychic like Frank is was pretty obvious how they felt. That they were afraid of him wasn’t much of a surprise, considering how the story had been handled. That much he’d expected anyway. Instead, it was something about the way they felt it that bothered him. It was as if their feelings had been orchestrated. Instead of a random roar of unvoiced and uncoordinated fear, it seemed like there was something guiding it, some common impetus behind the surface effects. It was deeply disturbing, and he reminded himself to ask Cynthia about it.
An unruly crowd swirled about on the broad sidewalk in front of the courthouse. Frank could see them from blocks away, but he didn’t notice a familiar, strident voice among the rabble until he was much closer.
The young man who had attracted his attention on Tuesday morning was working the crowd again. Only this time, his message was different, and he was getting support from the crowd, rather than being overwhelmed by it. “Nobody’s Safe!” he screamed. “Psychics control your thoughts! They’re in your mind!”
Frank hesitated, and then continued towards the courthouse. It was too late for him to be just another face in the mob, but he wished he knew how Cynthia did that trick of hers, because he could certainly use a bit of anonymity right about now.
Thinking invisible thoughts, he walked carefully around the crowd and had just started turning towards the steps when someone realized who he was.
“He’s over here! The jury’s psychic is over here!”
The crowd caught its breath, and a moment later, Frank was mobbed by a circle of angry faces, egged boisterously on by the rabble-rouser, who had begun pushing his way towards him.
“Don’t let him go!” the young man growled. “Let me through!”
Frank glanced around for an escape. The crowd pushed closer. The woman directly in front of him was now less than a foot away, and she looked like she wanted to spit on him. Suddenly, she was jostled aside by the rabble-rouser, a tousled young man in his mid twenties, with fiery eyes, textured haircut and the manner of a reluctant leader. The really odd thing about him was his clothes, though: he looked like he’d just stepped out of a historical holodrama or something. The man examined Frank for a moment in turn, stared full into his eyes, and then turned to the crowd.
“Quiet!” he said sharply. “Let’s hear what he has to say for himself!” Then he turned back towards Frank, and nodded once in mock friendship. “They hired you to spy on the witnesses, didn’t they?”
“Spy?” Frank said, amused. “I’d hardly call it spying.”
“Right!” a voice from the crowd yelled out. “Then what do you call it?”
The rabble-rouser stood silently, waiting for an answer.
Frank spoke quietly, directly to the man before him, in as calm a voice as he could muster. “I link with the witness to psychically monitor testimony. I was hired to tell the jury when a witness is lying.”
The young man considered the answer. Then he straightened and looked around at the people surrounding them. “Did you all hear that? Healer Sanroya here says that it’s his job to decide who’s lying. He’s god!”
“Now wait a minute!” Frank said in a loud, clear voice. “Lie detectors have been around for hundreds of years. There are clear signs, ways to know when someone’s lying!”
The man nodded. “So there are. Then why do they need you?”
Frank was getting flustered. “Machines can be fooled. A trained Healer can’t! When you see someone’s memories, it’s obvious when they’re making something up.”
“Quiet!” the man called out again. This time, when the random voices stopped, there was another sound, the insistent crack of armored boots on concrete. “So it’s really all up to you, then. There’s no point in having a court at all, if someone like you can just pry open people’s minds and expose the truth.”
“But I’m just there to help the jury,” Frank protested. “They decide, I just advise them!”
The rabble-rouser looked around, and noticed that two of the police officers were starting to wedge through the crowd. He bent close to Frank and said, very quietly, “But why do they trust you? Repressive regimes like this one evade responsibility with that exact same tactic. The leader defers to the advisors, and the advisors hide behind the leader.” Then he pushed a folded paper into Frank’s hand and ducked into the crowd, away from the approaching police.
 
Frank was the last to arrive at the jury room that morning, but by the sound of things, a lot had changed since Thursday. Instead of a group of strangers thrown together by chance, and hampered by impersonal rules of formality and anonymity, they seemed to have taken the opportunity to conspire in seeking justice, and used it to build a hasty community. Instead of the rough sounds of antagonism, of an unruly and unwilling group of strangers, he heard the smoother tones of a band of subversives relishing whatever lay ahead.
“Come on in, Frank,” said the foreman. “Peter filled us in on your problem, and we were—”
Frank glanced at Peter, the juror he’d erroneously taken to be a historian, then back at the foreman. “Wait a minute. What’s going on here? I thought you weren’t supposed to use your—”
Peter waved him closer. “Let them worry about that. We’ll play their game in public, but if we’re going to get to the bottom of this, we’ll need to work together. Sit down and meet the team.”
Momentarily dazed, Frank slipped the note he’d been handed into his pocket and sat beside Peter. “Did you catch the news this morning? It sounds like they’re planning to hang me.”
The foreman nodded. “Yeah. That’s what we’ve been discussing.” He extended his hand. “Name’s Rick. I’m also an actor.”
Frank shook his hand. “I kinda guessed. What have you decided?”
“To charge admission, of course.” Rick laughed. “Look, unless we convince the judge, both counsels, the news goons, and the public that everything’s on the up and up, there’ll be a mistrial, and whatever’s been going on will continue. So we’ll be putting on a show. We’ll be a proper little jury, and we’ll follow the rules, just not the way they wanted.”
“Wait a minute,” Frank said, holding up both hands. “I was surprised enough yesterday that you all agreed to support my own indiscretion, assuming I get the chance to probe Apuérto’s mind. But why this? Why the big change?”
Tag team #2 tapped the table. “It was my idea, really. Oh, I’m John, and if I wasn’t on this case, I might have been asking for your hide as well. I’m a news editor, by the way. When I saw the media’s feeding frenzy this morning, I realized something. Most of what our people report is relayed from elsewhere, and we trust the sources because we figure they’re all in the same boat we are. Local stories are always minimized, to quell possible reactions, and people pretty much ignore the other news, since they figure it’s not their problem.”
Frank shook his head in confusion. “So?”
John glanced at the door. “I’ve never seen a story from the inside before, and it’s opened my eyes. In many ways, people are discouraged from getting personally involved in things that aren’t their business. It’s a subtext in a lot of commentaries, and from the point of view of public safety, it makes perfect sense. But this case is really about the unstated cost of all that safety. If someone’s playing games with how and where healthcare is performed, who knows what else might be going on? For all we know, our entire society might be someone’s idea of a good time.”
Juror #2 laughed. “He does get carried away, sometimes, doesn’t he? Oh, I almost forgot, Frank, I’m Sala.”
Frank shrugged his shoulders. “Okay. What’s the plan?”
 
By the time a bailiff finally asked the jurors to enter the courtroom, it was nearly 11 o’clock. The hallway was crowded with people, some of whom were streaming live feeds to their respective news agencies. Since this was their only chance to get pictures of the jury, and of Frank in particular, they were taking advantage of the situation. Some of them shouted questions, others spoke quietly to themselves, providing a more restrained voice-over of the proceedings, rather than attempting to derail it so they could cover the resulting train wreck.
John, who knew what to expect, had coached the jurors during the extra time they had. Instead of crossing the hallway in single file, as they had before, they walked in a block, with Frank in the protected position at the center. The theatrical maneuver, which Rick had suggested, was certain to take at least some of the spotlight off of Frank, and give the commentators something else to rant about.
As the jurors entered the courtroom, they reverted to the formal ordering expected by the court, and quietly took their seats. A murmur rose and quietly careened among the rows of spectators when the bailiff announced the judge’s entry. Having seen the crowd in the hallway, Frank turned to look at the day’s crowd of gawkers, and found someone he hadn’t expected, Carlita Gutiérez. She gracefully closed her eyes and subtly nodded, then folded her hands and turned to watch Judge Bennigan take her seat.
“Will the court please come to order?” she said. “I have a report from East-Side MedCenter regarding the condition of our last witness.” Once the whispering finally stopped, she looked down at the display embedded in her desk’s surface. “According to his physician, Dr. Apuérto is in stable condition. He’s comatose, and under observation in the BioStabilization Ward, where the staff can ensure that he gets the absolute best care possible.”
Frank exchanged glances with Peter across the intervening jurors. If they didn’t release Apuérto for treatment by a Healer, there was no way he could probe the man’s memories and find out what was buried there. They’d have to find some other way to get the information they needed. Frank was still mulling this over when Sala, the apprentice juror, gently elbowed him. When he looked over at her, she nodded towards the judge.
“—therefore,” Judge Bennigan was saying, “in light of this morning’s news stories about Healer Sanroya’s involvement in this case, I’d like to see the foreman of the jury in my office for a moment before we proceed.”
During the break, Frank stared at Healer Gutiérez, and wondered why she’d decided to come to court this morning. He supposed that she might even have been subpoenaed, but her body language didn’t seem right for that. Whatever it was, he’d have to wait until later to find out.
About ten minutes later, with the foreman back in his seat, Judge Bennigan once again called the courtroom to order. “The foreman of the jury has informed me,” she said, “that they are still willing to proceed with the case.” She turned towards the jury box. “Mr. Foreman, please tell the court your decision.”
Rick, the actor and professional juror who the court knew only as Juror #1, stood to face the judge, his powder blue outfit fluorescing under the lights. “Your honor,” he said, “distinguished Counsel for Complainant and for Respondent in this case, it is the jury’s unanimous decision that neither the events that transpired here yesterday morning, nor this morning’s disturbing news reports, nor the demonstrations outside this building have altered their resolve to conduct this case in a professional and impartial manner. The jury wishes to proceed with the trial, with the assistance of Healer Sanroya. Of course, they will understand if any subsequent witnesses choose to rescind their previously given permission for allowing their testimony to be monitored by Healer Sanroya.” With that, he nodded courteously to the judge and both counsel, and then sat down.
A moment later, Counsel for the Complainant rose to his feet. “You honor,” he said, “I’d like to request a recess.”
Judge Bennigan eyed the noisy spectators, gavel in hand, and waited for them to quiet of their own accord before speaking. “And your reason, Counsel?”
“So that we can prepare properly. Dr. Apuérto’s testimony was critical to the line of reasoning that we were presenting to the court. Because he is no longer available for questioning, we will have to find another way to present the evidence that he would have introduced.”
“How long will you need?”
Counsel for the Complainant spoke briefly with his associates. “Until Monday, your honor.”
The judge nodded. “Monday it is, then. I’ll expect to see you all back here at 10 o’clock Monday morning, prepared to continue with this case, is that understood?”
“Yes, your honor.”
“Adjourned.”
 
… Halifax …
Once Alex LeBlanc’s identity was confirmed — a time-consuming feat requiring the capture and comparison of a multiplicity of biometrics — the construction company’s newly paranoid security officer cleared him, and he was escorted to the spot where Uru G’danic’s accident had happened. Construction of the new home for the Organization of Aboriginal Nations was nearly complete. The original plan was to have it finished prior to next week’s OAN Summit, so that G’danic could give it a proper ceremonial christening, but due to the incident, that honor will now fall to someone else.
Alex’s escort, a member of the design team by the name of Sally Backnell, was originally from the interior of Australia. She was in the midst of describing the design process, a sacred mixture of intuitive dream sculpting and technological prototyping, when she suddenly stopped and looked up at the building.
“This is the spot,” she said, looking calmly up at the place from which the equipment had fallen.
Alex looked up for a moment, then at his escort. Judging from her posture, he got the impression that perhaps the event served some symbolic purpose for her. “Was it important?” He asked. “I mean, did the fact that G’danic was to conduct the ceremony make the accident — if that’s what it was — special in some way?”
“It wasn’t an accident,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Then… someone tried to kill him?” Alex suggested.
“What does that matter?” She looked at him quizzically. “The important thing is that Uru G’danic’s dreamtime self agreed to participate. In time, we’ll learn why.”
Alex was stymied. Calm acceptance of an attempt on G’danic’s life was hardly a good start on discovering who had done it and for what reason. “Aren’t you concerned about the effect this will have on the organization?”
Sally smiled. “He has done more for this organization than anyone before him. But it is not the people who are important, but the idea. Often, the worst thing a leader can do is to lead.”
“I don’t understand.”
Alex’s escort waved her arm towards the building. “Creating something is a sacred act. Allowing it to grow means stepping back. Uru G’danic has transformed our organization from a loose confederation of tribes and nations into a single family. For it to thrive, he will have to step back, to remove himself from all control. By agreeing to this experience, he has provided others with a way to let him do that.”
He was quiet for a time, studying the building and thinking about what she’d said. As his thoughts and memories stewed, he began to see a relationship between what she’d said, and the patterns in his own work. When a writer such as G’danic publishes a book, they release it into the world to start whatever adventure it may have. Unless they’re willing to let it go, to step back from it, as she put it, it cannot begin to seek its own literary destiny.
When he lowered his gaze from the tower they were standing in front of, Alex found Sally patiently watching him. “I think I understand. But I still want to know how this happened. It seems so improbable that equipment with so many safeties and interlocks could just fail like that and fall off the building.”
She laughed lightly. “Then you do understand. For an event to be that improbable must mean that it was very important to have happened.”
Alex was still puzzling out Sally’s amusement when his com signaled for attention. He pulled out the unit and looked into its laser target. Mara was calling, and judging from the translucent watermark, she was on one of the service units at Dartmouth MedCenter. “What’s up, sis?”
“It’s G’danic, Alex. He’d dead.”
“What?”
Mara shook her head. “I don’t understand it, either. They told me it was a sudden reaction to a change in treatment. According to the monitors, his system was recovering nicely, so they stopped using that gentech formulation we were worried about. By all accounts, his system should have resumed homeostasis, but instead it collapsed.”
Alex shrugged. “So what did they do?”
“For once, they honored his real wishes, and didn’t put him on BioStabilization. A short time later, he stopped breathing. Look, I can’t stay here. When you’re finished, meet me back at the hotel, okay?”
“Sure thing. I was finished here anyway.” He snapped the unit off and slipped it back into its holder. Then, after a few breaths, he turned to look at Sally again. “I hope you’re right. He’s really out of the picture, now.”
She shook her head. “Not out of it. Just in a different one, that’s all.”
 
… Los Angeles …
Much to his dismay, Frank discovered that watching Cynthia Thedik weave through the aerial traffic on manual in full daylight was far more unnerving than it had been at night. At least if she was willing to talk en route, there’d have been something to take his mind off the near misses and dizzying escape maneuvers she kept pulling. When they finally set down at what seemed to be her favorite spot in the Angeles Crest, he was only too happy to step out of her flier and onto solid ground again.
“You know,” she said, “for a trained psychic, you’re pretty easy to read. Don’t they teach you anything about keeping your thoughts to yourself on this continent?”
He chuckled. “Until I met you, I didn’t think it was a problem.”
“Well, in any case, you’ve been silently screaming at me about that paper you were handed this morning outside the courthouse. What’s it say?”
Frank shrugged. “I don’t know. I haven’t had a chance to look at it yet.”
She crossed her arms and waited.
He pulled the paper out of his pocket, unfolded it, and started reading.
 
Healer Sanroya,
Please excuse my methods. It was necessary to appear to others as a harmless crank in order to avert suspicion. The message you saw Tuesday on the courthouse Directory was my doing; I have access to their systems.
Your court case can expose a covert group that uses some kind of secret tech to control both people and events. The only defense is randomness. That is why I had your glasses smashed. It was the only way to keep them from affecting you, at least temporarily.
Apuérto has seen their operative. To protect themselves, they will eliminate him, rather than allow you further access to his memories. You may be in danger.
 
They looked at one another briefly.
Cynthia took the paper from Frank and examined it. She laid it over her left hand, then covered it with her right, and closed her eyes. Frank waited. Finally, she opened her eyes and handed it back to him. “Lenny’s freaked about something.”
“Lenny?” Frank said, surprised. “You know him?”
“Yeah. I ran into him on Wednesday.” She smiled. “We had a bit of a talk. It seems he was recruited by whatever agency we’re onto, but backed out when he started catching on to what they were about. They let him go, but swiss-cheesed his memories so he couldn’t squeal on them. You ought to see the mess they made of his mind. It’s no wonder he’s a bit paranoid; under the circumstances, it’s the only sane response.”
He nodded. “Then we’re all dealing with the same group?”
“Yeah.” She started towards their boulder. “And I think what he’s discovered sheds some interesting new light on what I’ve suspected for some time now.”
He followed her and got comfortable. “That being?”
“Someone,” she said, then stopped to look around at canyon, stream and sky, “someone is playing with causality.”
Frank thought for a moment. “The conspiracy sheet Lenny’s people were handing out on Tuesday claimed that the government was behind improbable events. He thinks they’re doing it with some kind of secret technology.”
Cynthia gestured towards the stream. “I’ve been watching the flow of events since my life was trashed, the psychic side of things, and it just didn’t make any sense.” She took a long breath. “Anyone with an indicator, like tarot or tea leaves, to amplify subtle clues about the course of events can get a dim impression of what may happen a short distance into the future. People like us can see it more clearly, especially if we know what to look for.”
She knelt beside the stream and waved her fingers through the slowly flowing water, launching a trail of miniature eddies and whirlpools. “Things that we do leave trails, but there’s always a sense that the ripples we create, and the ones that affect our lives, have a kind of continuity to them, a smoothness to the feel of the energy fields that surround events and people.”
Frank watched her tickle the water, and waited for her to continue.
“Well,” she said finally, “there have been times when I thought we’d somehow slipped sideways – I don’t know another way to describe it – through this flow of events. At those moments, it felt to me as if something had changed, or maybe something had been changed. I could never be certain, but I’d swear that some of the things I’d remembered as having happened no longer seemed to have occurred.” She looked up at Frank. “I’d wake up one morning, and someone I’d remembered as having died recently was no longer dead, and in fact the accident I remembered reading or seeing about hadn’t even happened. Or someone poised to make a splash in the flow of events suddenly appears to have died weeks ago. Things like that.” She stopped to run her fingers through the water again. “That, and my ice cave. And nobody else seems to notice.”
Frank rustled the paper. “He does.”
“Yeah. I know.” She stood up. “Lenny wasn’t deep enough into the agency to know, but if he’s right about it being done with some kind of technology, then the agency that recruited him must have incredibly deep pockets.”
He nodded. “But even if it is some shadowy part of the government, who’d need something that could affect events like that? Why would they spend what must have been an unimaginable amount of money to develop it?”
Cynthia rubbed her hands together nervously. “Whoever it is, and whatever their game, we’re both threats to them. We need to expose them, whoever they are, before they arrange accidents for us, and make everyone forget we ever existed.”
Frank scratched his head. “Sure, but how?”
“Apuérto. Lenny says he’s seen their operative. We need to know who it is.”
“But he’s under guard at East-Side MedCenter. How can we do that?”
She looked over at her flier. “Kidnap him. Then we bring him here and poke around in his mind.”
 
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2024.04.25 06:05 used_washer_salesman Evaporator fan wasn't spinning. Gave it a couple spins and it started up.

I do not have the model number now but its a Whirlpool top mount freezer. Freezer was at 0 degrees when at the normal setting but fridge was hanging at about 40+.
When I pulled off the air flow cover the fan was not moving but after spinning it a few times manually it kicked on.
The motor is cheap enough to replace just wanted to make sure there was not anything else that could cause it from spinning. I don't feel comfortable selling this fridge knowing it might have a faulty fan.
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2024.04.25 02:12 TheSlyKoopa JoJo’s Bizarre OC Tournament #7: R2M16 - R.K. Viswanathan Ashok vs David Jackson

The results are in for Match 14. The winner is…

Titan Patel and “Calabasas” with a score of 79!

Category Winner Point Totals Comments
Popularity Titan Patel and “Calabasas” 15 (0+6+2) - N/A We thank everyone who gave their thoughts on this match! For the sake of record keeping, this conceded match is considered to have no (comparative) votes cast, so MBR gets 15 Pop Points (following the Low Turnout + Buffer rules).
Quality Titan Patel and “Calabasas” 25 (8 8 9) - N/A Reasoning
JoJolity Titan Patel and “Calabasas” 29 (10 9 10) - N/A Reasoning
Conduct Tie 10-10 Due to unforeseen circumstances, Dead City Haunts made the decision to officially concede from M14. Despite the unfortunate situation, we wish them all the best!
After a long day’s work, Soma’s Cup found itself patronized by more than the riders that had called it home. Tea, alcohol, pasta flowed like water as the construction workers—both professional and deputized—rested and recuperated from the hours of manual labor. Yes, there was still work to be done on the morrow, but the tools and the friendships forged would be enough to carry it on.
Titan, lapping happily from a saucer of diluted green tea, perked up to the sound of a door opening. Not the ethereal chimes of 「The Doors」, but the humble bell of the front doors. While they might have once been their boss, here they were just another humble patron, lured by the smell of tea and good company: “Ajay?”
The welder looked up, “Mahimit!” He waved the architect over, shuffling himself and his plate of pasta aside to make room. “Man, it’s been a while since we’ve hung out hasn’t it?”
“Indeed,” Mahi nodded, sliding in next to the welder. “Sorry I couldn’t meet up with you when you first got the the city, I—”
“Don’t worry about it! You’re a busy person nowadays, but we can catch up now!”
The two conversed, separately from the rest of the group who were discussing with each other about a job well done and their plans for the rest of the day. Cal was still among them, but what they had seen in Mahimit came to mind whenever they glanced over to the other two, their discussion lost underneath the cheer of the table.
His hearing better than most, Titan was able to discern Mahimit and Ajay’s friendship, arising from their time studying in Vellore before Ajay’s apprenticeship where they had formed a tight-knit trio with another student in the area, before Mahimit’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Someone…confronted me the other day. They knew stuff that I thought I had kept private, and they’re threatening to release it to the public unless I push forward to the city planning board something—t-they weren’t clear on what they wanted, but I just…I just don’t know what to do about this.”
Ajay’s response was similarly hushed. “Have you gone to the police about this?”
“And have it go to my father? Half of the higher ups are his military buddies.” Wincing, Mahimit shook his head. “I…I don’t want to risk him finding out. I love him, but I don’t know how much longer I can deal with the whole…”favorite son” thing. I don’t want to disappoint him, but…” He put his head in his hands. “God, I’m not making any sense am I.”
“You don’t have to.” Ajay gingerly patted them on the back. “You’ll figure it out, Mon-Ami. You always do.”
Scenario: Red Velvet Country Club, Vasitanagarh — 10:07 AM
The grandparents of Vastianagarh can remember when the region wasn’t this nice. Until the 70s—within their lifetimes—the locals had to scrounge for the dirty, demeaning work that the rest of Rākinnagarh could not stand. They could remain separated from the smell of waste and water treatment by the mountain that split the city in twain, like chambers of the heart that beat within.
Yet, the same beat of life thumped in the chest of the citizens of Vastianagarh, thumped beneath its earth, and life soon flourished in the region. It was by helping each other up, by turning fortune into fortune, the people of the region were able to rise above their station. Cracked hands that worked rough leather wove the finest fabrics and sold them to those carried forth from across the mountain—across the lands.
Grandparents who could remember walking cracked roads to school now lead their grandchildren by those same hands through streets that connected them to the rest of the city.
These were the stories that the members of the Red Velvet Country Club would tell each other, nouveau riche who were ever thankful for the good fortune that had granted their families such wealth. Bashfully, they would take the opportunity to enjoy it.
Yes, this was a fundraiser—and large checks were made out to Vilduveta compound—but the country club was the local haunt for many of the families that had established themselves within a few generations; indeed many of them would meet here before taking a train or a boat up river to the compound proper. To the guru, this was a fundraiser—but to the donors, this was akin to another round of golf. “Did you hear about that little fundraiser at the edge of Bedtown?”
One donor tutted sadly as she shook her head. “I did, I did—I can’t believe it happened so close to us. I’m glad you don’t seem hurt, Mr. Liang.”
The first, a gentleman in a pastel button-up with its sleeves rolled up, nearly spat out his drink, stumbling slightly at the thought. His conversation partner went to help, but Liang waved her off, insisting that he was fine. “No, no, heaven’s no. With 「Cage the Elephant」 roaming around, I would never set foot over there—Maryam, you remember Kali, my daughter, yes?”
“The one taking violin lessons-”
“Yes, them—I had heard about the fundraiser, but I couldn’t stand the thought of leaving them behind.”
“There’s only so much we can do—at least the thing seems to have disappeared.” Maryam nodded with something between melancholy and relief. Things weren’t perfect in Rakin City, but at least they were getting better, just like they had for Vastianagarh. Suddenly her face lit up as she made eye contact across the patio. “Ah! I think I see Sara over there; please excuse me, I haven’t seen her in so long-”
“No offense taken!” With a brief hug, Maryam let go of her fellow club member, almost bumping into a frazzled Villu Vilduveta. He assured her it was an accident, none of her mimosa got on his robe, and sent her on her way. She would gossip with almost childish excitement that the famed thought-leader was just as kind as the rumors had said, but his mind was spinning.
As proven by the sun beating down upon him, it was solidly summer, and reams of grass spanned the golf course before him, just as neat and manicured as the Bengali architecture of the Red Velvet country club itself. While the members’ pride in their club and their area’s unique cultural legacy could be overbearing, the result made him feel somewhat at home.
If it was such pride that encouraged them to donate to charitable causes such as his, then he could play their game…as much as he preferred cricket. Villu tensed then exhaled. The anticipation for this event had been dwelling on him for weeks, but this was not the place for doubt—this was the place where he could do good. He set aside thoughts of handshakes, small talk, and mocktails (he didn’t drink) and let the stress pass through him. It was just a charity event, one of countless that he had run.
“Pardon us, Mr. Vilduveta?” His eyes opened, and he turned to see a small crowd had gathered around him, bearing hardback books. “We didn’t mean to bother you, but we read your biography, and-”
“Oh, of course!” Villu had already pulled forth a pen and had begun signing. “If anything, I’m glad you didn’t ask me to write one!”
The crowd laughed good-naturedly along with him; for his introversive tendencies, Villu still could converse deftly, his tone gentle but more than able to keep up in wit and ease. Even if he did not care for his fame, he had to begrudgingly admit that garnering such attention made solicitation easier—being a conversation piece could open checkbooks.
One of them, an upstart holding a glass of wine, reached out and tugged on his sleeve. “The sections of your work in Myanmar were really inspiring!”
“O-oh?” Villu asked warily.
“It’s like Star Wars! You and your revolutionaries against the empire, the start of your political career—I can’t believe you and your author kept that to one chapter! And your wife, my deepest condolences, she sounded wonderfu-”
“Please.” There was a sharpness in Villu’s gaze that pressed against the donor’s neck, revealing the steel thorns beneath his pastel silk. The crowd had become tense at the mere word, but Villu’s expression soon softened, blunted into a pensive smile. “My…my work is in honor of her life; I would rather not relive her death.”
There was an uneasy silence over the group, until Villu dramatically shut the last book with a loud FHUMP! “But enough of that,” he beamed at them as they nearly jumped at the sudden noise. “No use staying out here, hmm?”
For a larger event, a certain David Jackson had decided to bust out his older wardrobe.
Part of the choice was to blend in. The well-to-do of Vasitanagarh were dressed in well tailored suits, slacks, and shawls for the Indian summer weather, and while his clothing wasn’t tailored for the situation, he seemed like he belonged well enough.
Luiviton had attended the spa that was hosting this charity—raising money for providing meals and shelters to the homeless, or something—and mentioned something about the fundraiser in the few times David had seen him before they had split. David managed to scrounge together enough money to pay for an entry ticket.
“You said that the Red Velvet club displays the work of Earthgang students?” David asked. “I’m something of an artist myself, you know.”
“Indeed, but we try to select artwork somewhat in line with the extant decor. The art college is occasionally more…eccentric for our tastes.” Maryam laughed sheepishly, standing beside Sara.
“I’ll say,” David pointed to a large vase, holding more of the assorted flowers that decorated the parlor, and indeed the region as a whole. A small circle of artisans and parents had formed to discuss the wares they sold to tourists and galleries alike. Generations of jewelers, watchmakers, and metal workers wore silver and gold that fit their station and profession. “Is that 19th century porcelain?”
“Indeed it is, Mr Jackson! You have quite an eye…”
Part of the choice in outfit was to feel normal. If he truly wanted comfort, he might have donned the white t-shirt, but the club patrons seemed to accept him and his talk of Rakin’s art and culture. Yet, as he laughed and kibitzed with the club members, he found himself zoning out, sipping from his glass until all that touched his tongue was melting ice. “Did you hear about that magistrate? The one involved with the Overcome Foundation?”
Despite the air conditioning and cool beverage, David felt a bead of sweat roll down his temple.
“Yeah, I heard about that scandal not too long ago.” With the recent exposee on the Foundation’s relationship with the Dead City Haunts’ racketeering, lines in the sand had been drawn as its members sought to escape public, social, and legal scrutiny. Small talk churned into gossip as anxiety churned in David’s stomach:
“He was at Sonasuyast when I visited!” “He seemed polite enough.” “To think I donated to them…” “He claimed that he was under duress, but I don’t know…”
“Mhmm,” Maryam tutted, shaking her head with disdain. “Someone always tries to abuse the system. At least they got rid of him.”
“…You think you know someone,” David added with an unsteady expression. With Maryam putting the final nail in the coffin, the topic passed and the group’s ire with it. Yet David retreated further into himself. Part of the choice in outfit was to provide cover, but the sharp tang of spite to Maryam’s voice that reminded him of the sword that hung over his head.
But he shook his head, pushing those thoughts aside. All he had to do was play off his connections to Goldfinger and now Vasitanagarh. With its geometrically-tiled roads and urbane cafes and markets, this part of the city was clean, it was safe, and the more he ingratiated himself with this part of society, the less he would have to worry about a roof over his head and the more he could finally—
“Mr. Jackson!?”
He had jumped back, accidentally dropping his glass with a loud CRASH! Everyone looked at him with concern as he waved them off.
“Sorry, everyone; glass just slipped.” He raised his palms showing that he was uninjured. “Guess I’ve had one too many!” More good natured laughter as a janitor brought a broom to sweep aside the shards. As the commotion died down, David saw what had scared him in his paranoia:
A vase of purple flowers on a cocktail table as a conversation piece.
Attending this stuffy event wasn’t Ashok’s idea, but nowadays, what was? Those unseen chains were bound as tight as ever, tugging him this way and that. Suggestions traveled through them like impulses through nerves, sparking up his spine, rattling in his skull. But at least these whispers silenced the rumours swirling outside. Sulka’s strange behavior was starting to become the subject of the city’s constant gossip, and every mention of them was fraying Ashok’s nerves. If you couldn’t trust your own teammates, who could you trust?
Me, whispered the Puppet, as the message sparked across its chains. It had asserted that the situation with Sulka was unfolding as it should be, and that he should concern himself with other matters. Dutifully, Ashok followed this generous advice, and found himself a matter most concerning. Unlike many other Stand users, this Puppet was not the creation of his own spirit, but an external force that chose him after its last user had passed away.
The question clattering in Ashok’s mind was not the why, but the how. How had that last user perished? Was it natural? Was it foul play? Was it the Puppet’s meddling? Surely, with the how, the why would follow. That answer, that knowledge, it would be the key that would unlock these shackles. The key to controlling his own destiny–no, to control destiny itself.
That very key lay here, somewhere in this crowd of sentimental socialites. It was those sentiments that Ashok found appealing–an easy in, a means of taking the reins and steering them as he saw fit.
As was the case right now, as he hummed and hawed at some poor charity worker. All of it with a caring smile. It’s not as if that smile was fake, Ashok knew that this group was doing good work, it’s just that…
“...I’ve been rather concerned about some rumours I’ve been hearing lately,” he sighed, swirling the liquid in his glass, forming a miniature whirlpool. “You know how certain charities have been, such a large portion of their donations go to the administration, and their patrons are none the wiser. It leaves such a sour taste in my mouth–I like to think this group is different, after all, it’s such a good cause, but…” another sigh, leaving the thought unfinished. His eyes strayed from his whirlpool, watching the worker. They would be the one to complete the sentence, and with it, they would offer themselves up to him. As they should. After all, he was simply doing his due diligence.
The look on their face struck him with a pang of excitement. That was it. Ashok had wrapped his chain around their wrist, and now he would be the one to make them dance. These were the moments that he lived for, the moments where he knew he was alive. He was not some marionette–he pulled the strings. Let these people have their idle chatter, none of it mattered to him. None of it could compare to this. Finally, his bindings loosened. Finally, Ashok could breathe, and the air tasted so sweet.
But then a passing figure caught his eye, and for a moment, it felt like his lungs had filled with something viscous. Quickly he shook the sensation away, breaking away from the worker, no longer interested. This new figure was far more pressing: David Jackson, a member of the Overcome Foundation, an associate of that infested woman that Pluto had fought against. Their Foundation was corrupt, it was criminal—as much as Ashok could dislike the rumour mill, sometimes it gave him valuable intel.
Yet, the other attendees either didn’t know, or didn’t care, if they simply let this man walk amongst them. Surely, he should let someone know—otherwise this man’s crimes would go unpunished. But who would he tell? These people milling around didn’t seem to care, but- that’s it. Smiling to himself, Ashok decided on his play, and walked right up to David himself.
All the while, David was looking at a painting, though he wasn’t taking in the artwork. It was a good way to stare into the distance and get your bearings without seeming weird. However, it seemed this tactic wasn’t as effective as he’d hoped–someone was sidling up next to him. The other man was slight, though his eyes were bright and his smile was soft and pleasant. That being said, he was staring at David for several unbroken seconds, without saying anything.
“Ah?” David began, trying to recenter himself on the spot. “Hello there,” he smiled back, “here to admire the painting?”
“It’s quite lovely, isn’t it?” the other man commented, still standing rather close to David. The man took a few seconds to stare into the artwork, before turning to David and extending a hand. “It’s nice to meet someone with similar taste, Mr…?”
David blinked. There was no reason to hesitate–it wasn’t as though he hadn’t introduced himself before, why should this be any different?
“Jackson,” he replied, “Mr. Jackson.”
Once again, the young man just stared at him, for long enough that David began to wonder if-
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Mr. Jackson,” the stranger interjected, still offering his hand. David reached out to complete the gesture, trying to put himself at ease. The flowers made him jumpy, that was all.
“My name is Ashok.” A pause, as he withdrew his hand. “I hope I’m not being too forward, I was actually wondering if you were the artist of this piece.”
“This one? No, I was just admiring it.”
“I see!” Ashok responded, taking a sip from his glass. “I’m rather curious about its creator–I’ve heard you can tell a lot about an artist just through their work. If that’s true, then this collection certainly represents the character of our city!”
“Oh..?” David raised a brow, “how so?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Ashok asked in return.
“Yeah, totally,” David trailed off, glancing around, looking for a theme. Before he could come up with one, Ashok simply chuckled and shook his head.
“Such a varied and eclectic collection represents a city so full of characters. Surely you’ve heard the gossip. We have so many interesting figures… there was that one older man, he runs a machine shop, what was his name…”
“How would I know-”
“Goldfinger, that’s it. Now there’s an interesting man–it seems like everyone fashions themselves king nowadays. But I heard he had the racket to support it.”
David swallowed, trying to keep a jovial air. The rumour mill kept spinning after all, that wasn’t so strange. Ashok himself was still smiling at him, his voice cheerful and light. As David remained silent, Ashok continued, “Maybe you haven’t heard of him. Oh, but you must know about that woman—she’s got a flower for an eye, can you believe that?”
David frowned a moment, sucking in a breath. “Wow. How strange.”
Ashok’s smile only seemed to glow brighter. He tapped on his chin, continuing on. “I know, right? Oh, get this- I heard that those two might even work together. It’s that foundation- everyone here keeps talking about it. It’s only natural, right? When you’re doing good work, you don’t want it dragged down by other people’s corruption.”
“For sure.” David quickly agreed, now finally glancing for an exit.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to take up your time,” Ashok laughed, though he didn’t move away. “You must be quite busy, considering.”
“Considering what?” David asked, a little harsher than he intended.
Ashok grinned. For a moment, the air rattled with the clattering of chains. “Considering you’re on display tonight, David Jackson.”
David tried to unclench his jaw, uncurl his fingers. It wasn’t that difficult of an inference to make. But there was something about the way he said it.
“You know, you’re quite deep in the rumour mill,” David responded, trying to give the man a smirk of his own. “Maybe you should start minding your own business.”
The rattling grew more intense, a cold feeling curling around David’s limbs.
“Oh, but I have to be,” Ashok smiled, though the light in his eyes was as frigid as iron. “When there are criminals about, ruining my city.”
Surely, David thought, he could just surprise this willowy little man with his Stand and be done with it. But he would rather avoid such a needless scuffle, especially in front of this crowd. If anything, that was probably what this guy wanted. But David had a much better idea.
“Yeah, that’s rough,” he smiled, patting Ashok on the shoulder. “Hope they catch those guys. Anyways, I think the golf tournament’s starting–I’ve gotta go. See you around, enjoy the art!”
Then, just like that, he was gone. Ashok stared after him, perfectly still…before his body began to rattle. Damn it. He was so close- if David had just been caught off guard enough, if he had tried to make a move against Ashok, it would have raised suspicions against him. But the truth was, right now these people liked him too much–and so they remained ignorant, some of them willfully so. David knew he had the opportunity to simple disengage, and blend in with the crowd.
[There goes your single opportunity to gain your answers.]
The whisper grasped his shaking form, and made him still. No, no, that couldn’t be right. Ashok still had a chance–he could still corner this criminal, and this time there would be no chance of escape.
As Ashok strode out to the green, the sun shone down upon him, illuminating the manicured course that wound across the island.
David caught his eye, golf club slung over his shoulder, and this time he was the one to shoot Ashok a grin.
“Hey, there you are. Tell you what,” he offered. “We’re at a charity event, we’re both donors…we should do as the Romans do. Half these people’s deals are decided on the green. Come play a round with me. If you win, we’ll talk. If you lose…you finally start minding your own business.”
Ashok picked up a club, admiring it for a moment. This man thought he was in a position to set the terms? Fine then. Once Ashok one, once they had their talk, he would make sure the chains of fate found their way round David’s neck.
“Sounds wonderful.
“Open the Game!”
Location: This particular round of golf will span across three different holes, Hole 4, Hole 13, and Hole 15. Each hole will have two maps provided - one for the entire overview of the hole and one for a topographical view of the putting green. Each map consists of 5x5 meter tiles.
General Map Key:
  • Lightest Green: The putting green area, which has a Yellow Circle denoting that the hole is in the center of that tile. A 2.5 meter tall flag will be sticking out of the hole. The grass here is 4mm tall. For the topographical views, there is an inch difference between each colored ring, with RED (or the ring with intersecting lines in it) being the highest elevation and BLUE/PURPLE (or the ring with circles intersecting it) being the lowest.
  • Light Green: The fairway, which has differing levels of elevation across them (no map for this as precision here isn’t as important here as it is on the green). The grass here is 15mm tall. The section of fairway with the red triangle is the tee-off position, and players will drive their first shots from here.
  • Green: The rough, which are areas of tall grass that the golf ball will not bounce off of very well. The grass here ranges from 1-2 inches tall. For the sake of simplicity, there is no “semi-rough” area depicted on the maps.
  • Darkest Green: Forested areas with rough dirt/root terrain that make it very difficult to hit the ball out of. The trees are also tall enough that “driving the ball” over them will also pose a significant challenge.
  • Light Tan/White: Sand bunkers, these are concave pits of sand that are very difficult to hit golf balls out of.
  • Light Gray: Golf cart paths that are made of chunky gravel, individual gravel pieces are about golf-ball-sized.
  • Translucent Red Circle: A “safety” area for where your first shot can land, see Match Info below for more details.
Hole 4:
Hole 13:
  • Topographical Map
  • PAR 4
  • Blue: Water hazards, should the golf ball sink into them, that is considered a penalty and will add 1 to your score for this hole. The terrain around the water gently slopes into it.
  • Brown: Bridges, golf balls are not allowed to be hit from these, they’re just there for players to walk across.
Hole 15:
  • Topographical Map
  • PAR 5
  • Dark Gray: Large rocks jutting out from the earth, ranging from 4-5 meters tall. The tops of these are not flat surfaces, so the ball will not rest on top of them.
Goal: Out golf your opponent!
There are two major parts to each of the three holes: Driving to get the ball as near to the hole as possible and Putting to get the ball in.
Driving in a team golf game means that several people hit the ball, with the closest hit being chosen for the Putting section. As both players will be monopolizing the Putting, their teammates only matter insofar as they’ll have a minimum floor on each map: each map has a red zone where players may choose to take their second shot from in the event their first is greatly sabotaged. Note that players can get much closer to the hole than this “fallback” option; it exists so that players won’t fall too far behind for the Putting phase.
Putting is more complex, since both characters will be able to better utilize their Stands on the comparatively smaller scale.
Physical combat between players is not allowed, but other subtle interference is. Terrain manipulation, affecting the opponent, and other Stand use is all on the table, as there are no Stand users currently watching the game. However, keep in mind that all Stand use must be deniable. More egregious sabotage will be increasingly held as foul play, reducing its efficacy, and outright breaking the laws of causality in a way that can’t be explained by skill will cause a loss as everyone around is too busy trying to figure out why and how you’re cheating to be impressed at your skills. Keep in mind that directly affecting players is somewhat risky, so terrain or NPCs may be more reliable.
The winner for this match will be determined by whoever obtains the lowest golf score. Each hole has a “Par”, which is the target amount of strokes it should take to get the ball in the hole. Matching this Par equals 0 Points, with each stroke below this being “-1” point and each stroke above being “+1” point. Holes-in-one are not possible in this match, this ain’t mini golf.
Additional Information:
All right, so we got two different “meta-ability/meta-skill” lads in this match so get ready for a big info dump.
Ashok:
「Puppet Loosely Strung」 Mandates
  • The target may not move closer toward the portal.
  • The target must move closer to the portal. (mutually exclusive with the above Mandate)
  • The target may not move faster than D Speed.
  • The target must reverse their current direction. (Does nothing if target is not moving, Mandate chain will disappear)
  • The target must avert their eyes from their golf ball.
  • The target cannot be submerged in water.
  • The target must spin around.
Ashok’s “Stand Memory” Skills
  • Governess 4: This former user had to play a lot of croquet in their time, which for this match roughly equates to a “Golfing 2” skill. This also aids Ashok in staying composed in the face of childish absurdity.
  • Textiles 4: Grants Ashok knowledge of cloth-related things, as well as a deep understanding of “texture” and an eye for detail. This will help them identify what the current texture of objects or terrain is and will better aid them in determining minor elevation differences on the putting green.
David:
David’s “One Step Ahead” Advantages
  • Golfing 3 Skill
  • About 1 kilogram of modeling clay in his backpack
  • A 1.5 liter thermos full of Goo taken from Jyotsna’s 「DICTATOR」
「The Fine Print」 x Special Goo Description
「Puppet Loosely Strung」 A “Stand material” chain can form between two applied instances of this Goo, this cannot be seen by non Stand-Users. David can extract up to 5 liters of this at once.
「DICTATOR」 Objects infused with this Goo turn white. David is limited to the 1.5 liters he brought with him. Borrowed from Jyotsna Mathur.
Team Combatant JoJolity
Heart of the Rose R.K. Viswanathan Ashok “You can’t say I didn’t warn you. Calamity will come.” You need to exert control over the situation—your kind of control, not that of some puppet. Be stylish in your golfing and your sabotage!
Dead City Haunts David Jackson “Yeah? Well I got these sneakers at an outlet for 7980 yen.” You’ve been the life of the party since you got here, and you’re gonna prove it out on the green. Be stylish in your golfing and your sabotage!
Link to Official Player Spreadsheet
Link to Match Schedule
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2024.04.19 21:59 Mimiii85 wfg505m0ms shabbos mode

Hey there! 👋 I'm installing a Whirlpool stove model WFG505M0MS. I'm having trouble figuring out how to activate Shabbos mode. Although the spec sheet mentions it, there's no mention of it in the manual
Thank you
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2024.04.18 16:57 rxmarxdaspot Preheat cycle can't determine correct temp to stop at

Whirlpool built-in combo oven WOC54EC0AS04
When you start the preheat cycle for the oven, the digital temperature reading just climbs steadily and pretty quickly until it reaches the set temp, then the preheat ends. Typically the temperature inside the oven is nowhere near the preheat setting.
But here's the thing.... say for example I want to preheat to 400 degrees:
I can set the preheat to 550 and wait for my internal thermometer (a little old school analog thermometer) to reach 400, then set the oven to 400. Doing this, the oven will keep a rock solid 400. Because of this, I don't think the bake element is the problem. The broil element works (though only when the door is fully closed, is that weird?).
Unfortunately, my amateur diagnosis leads me to a logic problem since (a) the broiler works and (b) the oven can maintain a consistent and accurate bake temperature (but only once I manually do the preheat).
Make sense? Anyone else have a better idea?
Thanks for any help you can offer......
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2024.04.18 01:52 jaypeeeeeee Whirlpool Washing Machine (WFW3090JW0 ) Failing to Run - Error Codes F11 and F09

Hello everyone, I have a Whirlpool washing machine that stopped working and I was able to put it in diagnostic mode which gave me two error codes F11 and F09. I have access to a service manual for a model WFW3090GW which doesn't explain either of those codes for some odd reason and from my search on the internet, I'm not getting a clear answer. Is anyone familiar with the model that might be able to help me out? Just for more information, when I run the machine on a cycle, it starts, nothing happens and I can see that the time left is decreasing.
Thank you in advance!
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2024.04.17 09:49 black_kyanite Clothes stuck in broken washer at Airbnb

Sorry for the trouble. My clothes are stuck in the washer. Whirlpool AWE 8640.
Unplugging it allowed the lid to open, but it has a double drum inside and that part can't be rotated or opened and my clothes are locked inside.
My host will not respond to my emails and has not done so for over 24 hours. I have contacted air bnb who said they reached out to the host also.
I have to leave for the airport at 7am tomorrow (about 23 hours from now), and I have another stop on my trip, so I kind of need my clothes.
How do I get them out? Please help, I did a lot of googling and found the manual but it wasn't really much help other than to get the door open.
Should I try to get same day service with a repair technician? I didn't think I should have to pay for that because my host should have told me the washer was broken. I swear it was like this when I got here.
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2024.04.16 00:31 ProfessionNew1116 1070 Valve VS conforming to ASSE 1084 Code

Details:
Minneapolis, MN
Navian NPE-240A2 tankless water heater Natural Gas.
66" soaking tub.
Tub Filler: regretful cheap purchase from Wayfair or something, I do not know if it has a mixer built in.
Problem:
I have a separate shower and soaking tub and the plumbing inspector failed us because we did not have a 1070 valve going to the tub. My water heater has settings that limit the temperature. Is a 1070 valve required on top of the limitations already set by the water heater? Or rather, how do you know if your water heater conforms to ASSE 1084? (**see code below) I called Navian to ask if the 240A2 is 1084 compliant, and they had no idea what I was talking about, I felt as if the person on the phone didn't have a lot of resources at their disposal. I don't see anything about ASSE in the specs for the device in the manual or online. I don't have an easily accessible place to add this 1070 valve. I assume this valve has to be accessible? Can we just thrown one in somewhere and drywall right over it? Do I need to spend $500+ on a new tub filler with a mixer that isn't probably made by imprisoned toddlers? Ideas, suggestions, anything?
**This is the code as written:
409.4 Limitation of Hot Water Temperature in Bathtubs and Whirlpool Bathtubs. The​ maximum hot water temperature discharging from the bathtub and whirlpool bathtub filler shall​ be limited to 120 degrees Fahrenheit (49 degrees Celsius). The maximum temperature shall be​ regulated by one of the following means:​
(1) a limiting device conforming to either ASSE 1070/ASME A112.1070 /CSA B125.70 or​ CSA B125.3;
or​
(2) a water heater conforming to ASSE 1084.​ Statutory Authority: MS s 326B.43; 326B.435​ History: 40 SR 71; 45 SR 1007​ Published Electronically: September 27, 2021
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