Va state board for nursing testing

As background: there are five Jewish supervisors (out of 11) on the San Francisco Board of Supervisors: Dean Preston, Aaron Peskin, Hilary Ronen, Myrna Melgar, and Rafael Mandelman. Mandelman got red-baited in his first race and lost; he decided to go hard-right in the last couple of years. Preston is a socialist, while Peskin, Ronen, and Melgar are kind of left Dems. (Our state senator is also Jewish and a right-wing zionist, and the mayor is also Jewish but doesn't identify.)
So Garry Tan, who really jumped on the bandwagon to recall Jewish DA Chesa Boudin, then pivoted to attacking those four supervisors. (He throws in the only Black supervisor and the only Asian supervisor, who he essentially calls a race traitor, to show that he's not focused on Jews alone.) The inclusion of Melgar, who's from El Salvador and probably keeps the lowest profile on the board, strikes me as him finding out there's another Jew to be mad at without knowing a single thing about her.
The language he uses is pretty clear. He played the "I'm pro-semite, actually" card and this all went away, though he did un-list the video.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjgUPUKD-Sc&t=665s
"Wipe out the hard-left Peskin-Preston cabal"
"Peskin, Preston...Melgar, Ronen - your days are numbered."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjgUPUKD-Sc&t=389s
"Dean Preston is working hard to expand the tentacles"
https://missionlocal.org/2024/01/y-combinator-ceo-garry-tans-online-rant-spurs-threat-to-supe-police-reports/
"Tan wrote “Die slow motherfuckers” in reference to Supervisors Aaron Peskin, Connie Chan, Myrna Melgar, Shamann Walton, Hillary Ronen, Dean Preston and Ahsha Safaí" (But claimed he was drunk so it doesn't count.)
https://www.axios.com/2023/10/17/web-summit-ceos-israel-statements-spark-controversy
Tan was also highly-opportunistic in bashing competitor Paddy Cosgrave after he made these straightforward comments about Palestine: "I’m shocked at the rhetoric and actions of so many Western leaders & governments, with the exception in particular of Ireland’s government, who for once are doing the right thing. War crimes are war crimes even when committed by allies, and should be called out for what they are."
I understand that a lot of people give an antisemite like Mike Johnson or John Hagee a pass because they're christian zionists, but Tan is just a weird crank who threatens Jewish politicians. And while our local press is in the tank for right-wing venture capitalists, this is a city that has had majority support for a ceasefire the entire time.
So I really don't get how he wormed his way out of this.

I (f, 22) just wanted to vent somewhere people will actually understand. I’ve been dealing with GP for about 4 years now and finally got diagnosed last year, i had the botox injection in september and was in hospital for around a month, didn’t have to go back to a&e at all until the end of march where it all started happening again. for the first time in years i actually felt free and i was able to live as close to a normal life as i could, obviously being careful in what i ate and portion size but pretty much had freedom to eat what i wanted when i wanted and it just made me feel somewhat like a normal person.
since the end of march i’ve been in and out of hospital, i had another round of botox early april but that didn’t seem to help and the doctors couldn’t explain why, they said maybe it wasn’t injected in the right place or they didn’t use enough, they honestly were nearly as clueless as i was. in the end they decided to repeat the botox, that was just over a week ago. i was sent home the same day, had to go back to a&e later that evening, was sent home 2 days later and again was back in a&e that same evening. i’ve now been kept as an inpatient for a week and i’m still finding it hard to eat/drink without being sick and feeling really intense stomach pain, it gets to the point where i’m rolling around, crying and screaming in pain. doctors don’t seem to do much at all other than keep me on regular IV cyclizine and metoclopramide for sickness, subcutaneous morphine injections for the pain and a sliding scale to manage my T1DM.
when i was healthy for that october-march period i’d managed to gain some weight and was around 50kg, a week ago i was back to the godforsaken 46kg i seemed to always be stuck at before, and now i’ve gone down to 43kg which has been really disheartening and has taken a toll on my mental health. i felt i was doing so well, not only had i gained weight but also muscle, i was exercising more than i ever could have before and even walking 10-12km a day, now i can barely walk down the hall without feeling drained. i managed to get a job which i was doing quite well at and it was my first job, at 22, because i could never get hired before due to being so unreliable with my condition, luckily they understand what i have to deal with as it is my boyfriend’s family business.
i don’t know, everything is just making me feel really down and depressed and all i want is to be able to go home and go back to my life. staff at hospital also don’t help, the majority are nice but i still get comments from certain nurses who accuse me of faking to get medication or who complain when i’m crying as i’m “disturbing others” when there’s nothing i can do. i hate the way my body looks again, i hate the gap between my thighs and how i can see my ribs and bony shoulders. i hate my arms even more, all the bruises and needle marks from blood tests and IV drips, it makes me look like a junkie and i find myself crying because of it a lot.
i’ve been referred to another hospital for a consultation regarding a G-POEM but still haven’t heard from them yet. it’s just getting to the point where i’m feeling so hopeless and helpless. i’ve also been put back on anti depressants and taking diazepam regularly to help with the anxiety and distress it all causes.
at home i smoke weed, a decent amount, which helps with my appetite and also helps with my mental health struggles but obviously being in hospital i haven’t been able to smoke which makes everything so much worse as i don’t have anything to distract myself from what’s happening. some days smoking is the only thing that will get me to eat and keep me from having anxiety toward food.
my boyfriend (m, 29) and his family have been really supportive and they’re pretty much the only reason i haven’t spiraled into a full on mental health crisis, he visits nearly everyday and so does his mother who has been such a huge support for me as my own family aren’t there for me. i actually asked my mother if she would come visit me, i knew she wouldn’t, but i did it anyway, she came up with a bullshit excuse as to why she couldn’t and that nearly broke me because i was already feeling so low and on top of that i then felt rejected by my own mother, i should’ve known better but at that moment i just needed my mom. the one who came through for me that day was my boyfriend’s mom who came to see me as soon as she found out how upset i was, she held me, she let me cry and hugged me so tightly and reassured me i was loved and cared for. she’s truly been the mother i needed through this.
i know that i can be somewhat healthy and live almost normally, but right now things are just so bleak and i’m struggling to see a way out, all i want is to just be normal, it’s all i’ve wanted my entire life and it’s like no matter what i will never get that. i’ve had T1DM since i was 9 with 2 diabetes related comas under my belt by age 10, PTSD, depression, and anxiety since 12, and the GP since i was 18, it’s like i can’t catch a break. no one understands what it’s like but i keep getting told “i get it” or “i relate to that” and i know people are trying to make me feel better but to me it just comes across as diminishing what i’m going through and have been going through for so long. I was also recently told just how bad my GP is and i just couldn’t stop crying for hours, i was always told it was ‘severe’ but now i know that i have 96% retention after 4 hours and all it did was make me feel even more hopeless.
sorry for the long post, i just really don’t know where else to go where people might ACTUALLY understand what i’m going through

Hello to whoever may see this. I’ve been lurking here for a few months reading posts throughout almost every day looking for comfort, ideas, things to look out for and be aware of, etc.. I’m glad you all are here and I think of you often as I read about your stories and experiences and grief and moments of laughter.
I will try to keep this brief. I’m sure it won’t be—I don’t know how to articulate the problem I’m having without background. For anyone who is up to reading this and responding, I thank you sincerely and deeply in advance.
I’ve had concerns about my mom’s brain function over the last several years. I got married in 2020 and moved out of state, where I began working and helping keep her afloat financially. We talked often and remained close.
I lost my job in August and my husband and I decided we’d better take the opportunity to move her here (as in, here into our house) as I wouldn’t be able to continue supporting her— also with the awareness that she needs more help than just covering bills. She’d lost a ton of weight, seemed overwhelmed and confused by doctors, was no longer receiving treatment for her long-term issues (narcolepsy with cataplexy and frequent melanoma skin cancer) etc.
She moved here in October. Evidently she had convinced herself that she was moving here to help me. We did manage to explain that is not the situation and she took it ok, but truly… things have been so hard since she moved here.
Initially we were arguing all the time. It was awful. Through that, we’ve done a zillion doctors appointments, tests, follow ups, etc. we have an Alzheimer’s diagnosis. She’s been on donepezil for a few months now. We are also talking with her doctor about getting her in the trial for Leqembi. She just had a PET scan on Tuesday.
Things have settled down… mostly, but I am not doing ok. I spend most of my time with her and much of it is quite nice. We can take care of household chores together, enjoy watching tv or movies, she comes with me to work (I work in a community arts center w/ a creative reuse aspect) and has carved a little niche for herself sorting and organizing all of the jewelry donations.
I don’t know that my mom cannot be left alone, but she makes some concerning and questionable choices. I wouldn’t feel confident leaving her alone for extended periods. She is still herself in lots of ways (and… not herself in all the ways that make me heartsick every day). My husband and I cook all the meals, and basically keep the ship afloat.
My mom was disabled in an accident when I was young and had been on SSDI until she turned 65 and it switched to regular SS. She has zero in savings and has continued to get herself into debt repeatedly (thankfully minimally in debt at this time).
I make effectively no money at my job now, it’s just something I love that makes my life slightly less miserable and lonely. When I lost my job last August, my husband and I lost half of our income. All this to say, we have zero flexible income.
The problem I am looking for feedback on is that my mom and I argue a lot. It’s not as explosive as things were at the beginning, but she’s sure that she like. ~Gets what’s going on~ and somehow I am always doing her wrong in any number of ways. We spend nearly all day every day together but I cannot get through a day without some kind of infraction. She has a question and she doesn’t like my answer so that means I am not the person I used to be (not literally, like. In a sarcastic mean way.) once in awhile I make plans to see a friend for lunch or I ask to go to work without her, and she acts slighted and nasty. We spend all day together and then I tell her I’d like a little time to myself—that’s a problem. I’m getting lunch with a friend next week, that’s a problem. etc.
When she gets upset with me, she sulks, she’s sarcastic, and she’s even left home a couple times without telling me or my husband where she is going (even though she knows that she doesn’t know how to get around). Basically she gets super defiant. And mean. And critical. I don’t know how to short circuit these interactions. I don’t know how to make space or time for myself in my life. I feel like my mom doesn’t like me anymore and I am putting everything on the line and she is unable to see it, so it’s a net loss. She used to be so supportive of me taking space and time for myself. I keep trying to do enough so that it will be ok when I need to do something else, but i am realizing that way of thinking isn’t serving me. Like, there may not be some magical right amount of giving that I can do to then be “allowed” to have any bit of my life left for me.
I’m 33 years old, struggling with fertility, I’m so sad about the state of my marriage, unable to see how I will be able to contribute meaningfully to our household beyond keeping my & my moms necks above water. my husband and I thought that by now we would have our own family, maybe another dog. That we would have this beautiful life complicated by anything other than this day to day reality that is crushing my fucking heart. And I know it’s just the beginning of this journey.
What can I do? My mom is not in a place where she can be distracted from issues. She stews over them. If I try to avoid a confrontation, she complains that I’ve never wanted to work things out and I’m unwilling to try. I know that I can’t reason with her. Any time things get escalated at all she says she knows she can’t live here — and like, ok! But guess what? There is no where else to go. All of our family is dead. There is no money. There is no where to go. If there was somewhere to go, I’d probably go there!
What can I do so that this household isn’t in so much turmoil all the time? I am heartbroken. I have always absolutely adored and admired my mom. I’m grieving so much, and I’m grieving that I cannot seem to make her feel ok. I don’t want her to be miserable and lonely. I didn’t know what I was in for when we moved her here, but I guess I thought that I would be able to provide some security and help her have a more fulfilling life at this stage. Now she will fight tooth and nail about her independence, as long as it doesn’t mean I get to do anything outside of this house and this relationship.
If anyone has read all of this, again. Thank you so much. Thanks for being here. Thank you for sharing space with me and my thoughts and my sadness.

During the course of my career as an alpha Sasquatch hunting, Dogman destroying, pussy crushing, luxury watch loving dude, I have run into this particular woman a few times. She is one part uber sensuality, and the other part deadly. Yes, I am speaking about the lovely, Anna Conda. I bring her up because I had another run-in with her last year.

Anna and I first joined forces, so to speak, when she acted as a go-between in my business deal with the Chinese to sell them bigfoot parts. See, I would hunt and kill the critters, cut them up, deliver the parts to Anna, who in turn gave me a suitcase containing unmarked American hundred-dollar bills, then she would transport the bigfoot parts to the Chinese. I was never really sure of what the sneaky-ass Chinese were doing with the body parts. All I knew for sure is that they are extracting certain materials from them, then synthesizing them with some other shit, creating some sort of drug. Whether it then becomes a bio-weapon or a dick stimulant, I do not know. Neither do I care. As long as they kept the hundies coming, I was good.

Now, while Anna is of Russian descent, she is a freelancer. She will work for any sick, skeevy motherfucker out there. She does not care. She has no conscience, at least not in the traditional sense as we understand it in western civilization. Today she is working for the Chinese, and tomorrow she may be working for Hamas. She is a slippery motherfucker.

So here is how it went down. At 11:32 p.m. on a Friday in September of last year I get a call on my cell phone. When the call came in I was balls deep into this hot little lass I picked up at the bus station a little earlier in the evening from an old swarthy chap named “Colorado Joe”. He wanted to sell me the girl. I was assured she was over 20 years old. I told him I needed to take her out for a test ride, which he agreed to.

So, there I was, balls deep in “Bing Bang Yun”, and my phone rings. Of course, I silence all incoming calls not in my contacts list. Thus, I knew that I must know the caller. In mid stroke I reached over to the nightstand to retrieve my cell and looked at it. It was a call from “Sergio”. I thought, “Oh shit…. I am going to have to cut the Oriental bang circus short.” When Sergio calls, I have to respond…immediately. He has the best blow on the east coast!!

“Hey, Serge! What’s up?”, I asked. All he said was, “Hooters. 2:00 a.m.”, then hung up. This was obviously the rendezvous for the transaction. Now, understand that Serge was not talking about the chicken wing restaurant. Hooters was code, in case the feds were listening in on the line. “Hooters” meant the titty bar out on Highway 69 called “The Plump Rump”. We had a communications code we used.

It was a long haul to the titty bar, so I needed to get moving. I had no time to return the girl to Colorado Joe, so I took her with me. I had her blow me on the way to the meeting with Sergio, telling her that her performance would make the difference on whether I save her from Joe or not. Of course, after she was done I tossed her out of my speeding truck and down, over the bridge, and into the Wendigo River below. I did not need any complications in my life right now.

I arrived at The Plump Rump at 2:00 a.m. on the dot. I saw the manager, Lou Skunt, sitting at the bar when I walked inside. I nodded. He walked over and said to me, “Use my office for the meeting The parties are already in there waiting for you.” I nodded and then headed to Lou’s office. Then it hit me: Lou said the “PARTIES” are already here. That is, parties, meaning more than one person. It was not just Sergio. It was 2 or more people! Lou was probably in for a cut of whatever was about to go down.

Something was bad fucked up!! I know for a fact that Sergio never brings anyone with him on a deal, at least not with me. He is too distrustful of people to do that, and too fucking mean to need protection. Something was wrong. I was just as likely to get whacked when I enter Lou’s office as anything else. I needed a moment to think things through.

I took a spot in front of one of the performance poles to watch a young, swarthy Mexican lass perform. My mind quickly strayed from the problem at hand to this brown chick’s ass and tits. She was not a great looking chick, but her body was smoking!! I quickly became aroused. I thought to myself, “Goddamn Asian bitches!! They are just like Chinese food – after 2 hours you are ready for some more!!”

When the little Mexican chick went on break I motioned her over to my table. “Hola Senior!!”, she said. I pulled out a clear plastic baggie of blow and dropped it on the table. Her eyes grew wide and slobber starting falling from her mouth. Blow is like catnip for strippers. Thus, she fell under my spell immediately.

The next thing I know, this brown girl was on my lap, dry humping me like a feral bitch dog in heat. I had to bang her. I NEEDED to see my wang penetrating her. Just then, someone taps my shoulder hard. I look up to see Lou standing over me. He bent down and said, “Did you forget about my office, asshole?!?!?!” I replied, “Damn, Lou!! You read my mind!!!” I arose, with the little Mexican bolted onto my mid-section, and hastily retreated to Lou’s office. I figured Lou would prefer me to stain this chick in private rather than out in the open.

The door to the office opened easily. The lights were on inside. In a lustful haze, I set the little Mexican chick on her back across Lou’s desk and started pumping the shit out of her, completely unaware of the others in the room with us. In a moment I heard someone call my name. I twist my neck around to see Sergio sitting on Lou’s jizz crusted couch. I think to myself, “Oh shit! I forgot about that shit!”

I figured I would just move forward with the deal as it was proposed to me. “Hey Serge! What ya got for me, dude?”, I asked. He replied, “I have a very special deal for you. I need, uh … yeah, ……Hey, Rod, you want to stop for a moment so we can talk?” I picked up the little tamale and laid her down onto Sergio’s lap as I continued to plow her. She stayed on my cock the whole time. I told Sergio, “No, man. I’m good! Lay it on me!” Slowly, Sergio lowered his face into his palm.

Then it happened. The voice cam from behind me, in the dark corner of Lou’s office. It was velvety yet hard as steel. “Rod. Went need to talk”, it said. Even though I did not stop pumping the little brown chick, a chill went down my spine when I heard those words. It was the thick timbre of the voice, I think, that alerted me.

I turned to look across the room. There, sitting in a red leather captains chair against the wall was the source of the sultry voice: Anna Conda.

I picked up the little taco yet again and turned her around so I could face Anna as I continued pumping her. At this point the Mexican girl was merely a masturbation toy I was using. I increased my pump so I could dump my load and get this over with. Then BAMM!!!, it was over. I removed the lass from my huge rod, after which her body crumpled to the floor. I did not know if she was dead or injured, or what had happened to her. But I did not care either, so I did not dwell on it.

I tried to compose myself the best I could, then walked over to stand before Anna so I could get to the bottom of all this business. “Well, well, well. Anna Conda. We meet again. Tell me, what brings you here, to my little neck of the woods?”

Anna replied, “Rod, put your dick away.” I looked down and, indeed, I had forgotten to stow my cock. Out of pure curtesy, I packed it away. Then I returned my attention to Anna. “Alright, Anna, what’s going on here?”

Anna launched into a startling tale about what brought her to me. As she spoke I became lost in her wanton beauty. She got up from her chair and walked about the room as she relayed her story, presumably to make it more dramatic and demonstrative. I got a full-on view of her body, and it was fantastic!!

She stands 5’10’’ and weighs 105 lbs. She is lithe. She was showing it off too, wearing a black, silk dress that landed just about her ankles. The top was low-cut, betraying just a bit of cleavage from her C-cup wineglass titties. She was not wearing a bra. Anna never wears a bra. Her nips were perfectly outlined through the silk. In fact, I think her nips were hard. It was probably something she did on purpose in an attempt to influence me. It was working.

Anna’s ass was perfect. It was not at all fat, but round enough not to be skinny. It was a fit figure skater’s ass. As she walked, I could see a tiny bit of jiggle emanating from her ass flesh, and then reverberated in the silky black dress she wore. My cock began growing hard again.

Her face was beautiful. Think Scarlett Johanson and Phoebe Cates rolled into one. But any sweetness this may evoke is quickly dispelled by Anna’s throaty voice with its thick Russian accent. I have known Anna for 20 years. Yet, she still does not look a day over 25. Jesus Christ!!! If ever there was a chick to die for ….. If I was one to delve into the belief of the paranormal, then I may conclude that Anna made a deal with the devil. But, I am not such a person.
And literally, Anna Conda is a chick to die for. She is deadly as fuck. She will kill you in a split second without a thought just because she does not like the shirt you are wearing. She can do it too. She is always armed and she knows how to use her weapons. Moreover, she is a total psychopath. This makes her doubly dangerous.

Anna and I have always gotten along for the most part. Like Anna, the dollar is my primary motivating factor. Such a mindset allows for understanding and predictability among people, which are elements that are sorely missing in many business dealings today that go on in the color of darkness.

Suddenly, Anna snapped me out of my thoughts. “Here’s your gun, Rod. Now let’s get started”, said Anna. She and Sergio were halfway through the door exiting Lou’s office when I said, “Hey, wait a damned minute!!! What are you talking about?!?”

They both stopped, and Anna walked back in and looked me in the eyes, saying “The plan, Rod. Let’s get on with the plan.” A little embarrassed, I sheepishly asked, “What plan?” Anna folded her arms and looked cross at me. After a moment to allow me to simmer in my shame, she asked, “You were not paying attention, were you, Rod?” I shook my head and looked down.

I heard a hammer cock. I jerked my head back up to find myself staring down the barrel of a pistol pointed at my head that Anna was holding. I protested, “Look, it is not my fucking fault!! Put that fucking gun down!!!” I continued, “You were distracting me with …. Well.. you know, how you are dressed, and that hot, sultry voice…. You know?”

“So, instead of paying attention to the plan, you chose to eye-rape me. Is that what I am to understand your position is, Rod?”, she asked. Knowing that my life was on the line, I said, “Anna, look, you know I am horny to a fault. Then you come in here, swinging them tits around, wearing that silk dress showing off the crack of your ass…. WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU EXPECT TO HAPPENED?”

Anna lowered her gun. She knew that my explanation of being a total cocksman was truth. “Let’s go”, Anna curtly said. I obeyed.

Anna explained the plan to me again on the drive from The Plump Rump. She made me wear a blindfold so that I would not get horny during her explanation. Here is how it went:

Anna Conda was now working for the Russians. It seems that Putin caught wind of the Sasquatch project that the Chinese were working on. He also knew that the American government have been fucking with sasquatch for decades. Thus, he was very concerned about the existence of a bigfoot gap. He ordered the acquisition of a Sasquatch specimen immediately.

Moreover, said specimen must be prime. It needed to be the biggest, baddest sasquatch of them all – a true alpha – so as to speed things along. Putin did not want some weird shit-creature, is-it-a-sasquatch-or-is-it-a-dogman, kind of monstrosity. He wanted purebred, badass sasquatchery, and preferably from the American Pacific northwest.

Anna got in on it because she sold the intel to Putin about China’s Sasquatch operation. She then told Putin she could produce sasquatch corpses for him. She told him she had a contact (i.e., me). Thus, with Putin’s blessing and promises of riches to come, Anna set out to America to find me.

Now, here is where things got a bit squirrely. See, I agreed to procure some more dead sasquatch. I have no problem with killing sasquatch because, in my opinion, they are an abomination on this Earth. I kind of feel like I am doing God’s work by wiping out as many of them as I can. And given all the not-so-Godly stuff I have done, I feel like killing Sasquatch kind of offsets that to some degree.

But Anna, she was stuck on Putin’s instruction that she must supply him with apex Sasquatch. So she did not want to take my advice of heading to the Pacific Northwest or Alaska. Instead, Anna claimed to have pinpointed the whereabouts of a particularly gruesome sasquatch beast that she KNEW would win her a fortune from Putin if she brought it to him.

“So, where is this beast?”, I asked. Anna replied “Martha’s Vineyard”. I paused. Then I asked her to repeat herself. It turns out that I was not mistaken about what Anna had said. I continued, “Uh, Anna, there are no sasquatch on Martha’s Vineyard, just a lot of wealth New Englander schmucks.”

Anna looked at me and told me I was wrong. Then she decided to attempt to taunt me. “Oh, Rod, mighty slayer of Bigfoot! Yet, you fail to take notice of where the biggest, most foul and rotten beast of them all makes its home. Jesus, Rod!! What kind of bigfoot hunter are you, anyway?” Anna then spit at my feet and wondered aloud whether she even needs me for this job.

I decided that I needed to straighten out the hierarchy here in order for this here deal to move forward. I said, “Well, Anna, feel free to truck on over to Old Whitey Beach and battle that beast. But, if there is a big old mangy sasquatch lurking around over there, then it is probably a fucking Nazi-Squatch. You know, those fuckers out there hate the Jews.”

The work “Nazi” visibly shook Anna. Her great grandfather died defending Leningrad. Her entire family there died of either starvation or cannibalism during Hitler’s siege during Operation Barbarossa. Anna despised Nazis. But she feared them too. After landing that punch, I decided to push my luck.

“Now, I am still willing to help you catch this here Nazi-Squatch, but you have to do something for me”, I said. Now Anna’s eyes were on me, and they were narrowing. I continued, “I want you to get bare assed naked and pleasure yourself while I stand over you and jack it.” Anna stared at me silently for a long moment. Then she replied.

“After the job is done, and you can get none of your … fluids… on me”, she said. I shook my head and countered, “Now, and I will ‘try’ to not get my spunk on you.”

However, Anna then turned the tables on me. In fact, she picked up the table and bashed my head in with it. She looked me in my eyes, then matter-of-factly said, “You get the beast, and your prize shall be a night with me, anything goes, darling.” Well, since this caused all of the blood to immediately drain from my brain, I had a lapse in judgment. “DEAL!!”, I said. Then we shook on it.

“OK, tell me more about this supposed monster sasquatch on Martha’s Vineyard”, I said. I still was not ready to believe there was a monster out there. “I show you photo”, said Anna. She took out her phone, scrolled to find the photo, then handed the phone to me. “There. Sasquatch”, she said.

I stared at the photo and remained silent. After a long moment, I turned the phone so that Anna could see the photo and asked, “Uh, Anna, is THIS what you intended to show me?” She replied. “Yes! There…Sasquatch! The biggest, grossest monster around.”

Now, I could not argue with Anna that the image on her phone is a big, gross monster. Hell, it could actually be a sasquatch, and THE UBER sasquatch. It is most certainly the grossest thing on Martha’s Vinyard. But I somehow do not think this is what Putin is expecting.

I turned to Anna and said, “Anna, this is a photo of Michelle Obama. I know it looks vile, and has a huge, hulking body with large appendages where a woman should not have them. But, sweatheart, that ain’t no sasquatch. That’s a big, hairy Chicago street negro.”

Anna did not believe me at first. She was hard in her conviction that Obama was a sasquatch. “I have seen the Sasquatch beast you deliver to me for China. This … Michelle Obama …. It is big, and hairy, and ugly like the sasquatch beast, but worse.”

When the truth finally set it, I could see that it had kind of broken down poor Anna, if only just a bit. I put my arm around Anna and told her, “Look, Michelle O fooled you. Hell, she and her Hamas Hubby fooled millions of Americans, twice! At least you saw Michelle for what she is, to wit: a big, gross sasquatch, and NOT some kind a retarded leftist messiah.”

After that, things took a rather dark turn. “What if we still take her to Putin? We can make deal; sell her to Putin!!” At this point I held up my hands and said, “I’m out”, then turned and walked away. Anna followed, trying to get me to stay. At this point, I could tell that Anna was coming undone a little.

See, she had to produce for Putin. There is no telling what kind of secret deal she actually had with him. She had to deliver a big old mangy Obama …. Er, uh, I mean … Sasquatch, to Putin.

“Ok, Rod, we do your plan. We go out west to kill bigfoot. Huge, monster bigfoot. she said. I turned and looked Anna in her eyes and said the following: First, we bang for 48 hours straight, right now, so I can get my fill of you. Second, you pay me $10,000.00 cash upfront. Third, upon delivery of the dead bigfoot, you pay me $1 million immediately.”

Anna agreed to everything, but noted that at the present time it was her “time of the month”. I grimaced, as I will absolutely not go there (and she knows that). “Fine, next week we bang”, I said. She pointed out that I would be in the woods next week hunting sasquatch. “Fine, once I come out of the woods, then we bang – 48 hours straight”, I said. “Of course, darling!”, she agreed.

Well, it took several days to set up the hunt, but it finally happened. I was in Washington state at high elevation based on intel I has acquired that indicated that there was a monstrous 15’ tall sasquatch on the mountain range that had been murdering and eating hunters and hikers. After 3 months in these mountains without a trace of the creature I began to lose hope, thinking that I probably got some bad intel, or bad coordinates.

I got my satellite phone out to call for an extraction. Winter was setting in fast, and if I did not get off this mountain soon, then I would freeze and/or starve to death. Unfortunately, my contact did not answer. I tried for 2 days. No answer. I had been fucked. I wondered what had happened back in civilization that caused me to be abandoned like this. I resolved that I would get off that mountain and get to the bottom of this shit. There would be hell to pay for this betrayal!!’

I was able to get in touch with contacts from back home. I got old Billy Ray from Ellijay and Rattler on the phone and got them to come out here to Washington State to extract me. Rattler use to fly helicopters in the Army. He has an old Huey sitting in his front yard, to the chagrin of his HOA. He fired that sucker up, and him and old Billy Ray flew out here to my coordinates and extracted me.

After landing at a convenience store to buy some beer for the flight home, we headed east. Through the skies a way, Billy Ray said, “Well, Rod, I guess you is bout ready to git back home to Georgia, eh?” In fact, I was ready to go home. But I had to take care of some business first. I told them both to take me to New York City. They were both perplexed. All I said to them was “I have an old friend there I have to see before I can go home.”

I have intel on where Anna Conda stays when she is in the United States. She stays at certain hotels depending on what month she is here, and whether her check-in date is an odd or even number. This is for undercover work. I came across the code for her stays while doing the sasquatch work for China. She an I were caught in a snowstorm one night in Buffalo, NY, and had to share a room at the Holiday Inn near the airport. We had like 10 big Igloo ice chests with iced down sasquatch body parts with us in the room.

Anna was like, “No hanky panky, Rod. I am tired and I want to go to bed. Tomorrow we finish business.”

Frankly, I did not blame her for withholding her magnificent muff from me. I was tired as hell. But, I could not settle for nothing. So, when Anna was in the bathroom taking a shower, I started going through her suit case. I wanted to find some of her panties to jack off into. Instead, I found a little black notebook. Inside it contained her lodging codes, and some other interesting things. I photographed the contents with my phone and then put it back.

When Anna got out of the shower she was already dressed in her night clothes. She saw me lying on my back, nude on the bed, and jacking it. “Rod!! GROSS!!!! Go to the restroom to do that shit!!!”, she commanded. I just did it to get a rise out of her. LOL!!

So, if Anna is still inside the U.S., then using the codes I stole from her I can locate precisely where she will be that night. I studied it for a few moments then had my answer. Tonight she would be staying at the Dogman Inn on Hwy 95 South, Room 355. I told Rattler to get me there stat!

We had to stop several times for fuel and beer. Those Hueys go just a bit over a hundred MPH, you know. But eventually, we got there. I gave the boys some money and told them to go to the Waffle House for some coffee to sober up. Then they would fly me home.

I should mention that I also had Rattler’s fully auto Russian AK-74 with spare mags. During the long flight with 2 drunks from Washington State to New York City, I had worked myself up into a towering rage over how Anna fucked me on this Putin deal. She had clearly thrown me aside. But for what, exactly? I figured I would storm the hotel room, get some answers, then shower the room with gun fire.

I busted through the door of Room 355 at exactly 3:35 a.m. There she was. My entry roused her from slumber. I was pointing my rifle at her, center mass. She was shocked at the appearance of a gunman in her room at this time of night. However, she was not as shocked as one would think (this was not the first time something like this has happened to her).

I raised my face from the receiver just enough so she could see it was me. “Rod!!!”, she exclaimed. “What happened to you?!?!? I thought you had died up in those mountains when we never hear from you!” I replied, “Shove it up that cute little ass of yours, Anna. You fucked me. And not in the good way. What the fuck was all that shit about needing a sasquatch for Putin?!?”

Anna played dumb. But it struck me that I had been deliberately put out of the loop for 3 months. Why? Who wanted me away for that long, and why? What went on in my absence?!? I was just dying to know!!! I set my rifle down and pulled out my fixed blade knife, ready to get down to some real nasty work on Anna so I could get some truth. The pure evil of what I was about to do to her caused a wide death grin to grow on my face. Anna saw it. She knew what it meant. She swallowed hard and her eyes betrayed the shear terror she felt inside. I was engorged with blood lust. She knew she had fucked up one time too many this time!!

Suddenly came the sound of the toilet in the bathroom flushing. I was momentarily shocked. I did not expect anyone else to be there with Anna. Anna saw it in my face. I glanced at her and saw that the terror in her face was replaced with pleasure, a slight smile creeping over her face.

I was going to have to face off against this person in the bathroom, who would be out in a split moment. When I do that, I will have to turn 180 degrees from Anna, thereby making me vulnerable to her. I had only once choice: Shoot Anna first.

Just as this came to me, but just before I could act on it, the bathroom door opened. I had to deal with that person before Anna now. I spun around to see that it was a completely nude, and fat, white man. He was a real oafish blob. He looked surprised to see me. He also looked sort of familiar.

I next heard the crack of something hitting my skull hard. I remember the immediate hateful pain that shot through my body and the sound of blood rushing through my ears. I remember the dizziness, then falling to the floor. Clearly, as I fixed on the man from the bathroom, Anna had cracked me over the head with a blunt object.

I came to the next morning, Billy Ray and Rattler had manage to track me down based upon coordinates I left in the chopper that said “IN CASE OF EMERGENCY”. Billy Ray filled up the hotel room ice bucket with cold water and doused my head with it to bring me conscious. I was disoriented at first. But after a bit, what happened in this room the night before came back to me.

Honestly, I am surprised that Anna did not just kill me. I presume that she thinks she can leverage her drop-dead hotness to get me to do more shit for her in the future. She is absolutely right about that too. Rattler then said, “Hey, Rod, that snake bitch left a letter fer ya.”

He handed me the letter. This is what it said:
____________________________________________

“Dear Rod:

Sorry about the boo boo on your head. Hope it heals soon. Also sorry about leaving you in the mountains. I was not running a scam on you Rod. Rather, an opportunity arose for me to acquire a sasquatch body from another person. You may know him since you are a sasquatch hunter. His name is Matt Moneymaker. Anyway, until next time…..

Yours truly,
Anna Conda”
_____________________________________________
I could not fucking believe it. That was fatfuck Moneymaker in the hotel room earlier. Anna fucked Matt Fatfuck Moneymaker for a Sasquatch! That fat son of bitch!!

Billy Ray asked, “You ready to go Rod?” I stood up and said, “Yeah, let’s go.” Then Rattler said, “Hey, ya wanna stop and git some beer fer the ride home?” I replied “Hell yeah.”

I felt like I wanted to die. Thank God for beer and buddies. I don’t blame Anna. She is a fucking snake, and I knew that before this started. Also, I cannot really blame fatfuck Moneymaker for wanting to get some of that hot poon pie Anna serves up. I guess I have to blame fate for fucking me over this time. I even started thinking that next time I will just avoid Anna. But I know I won’t, thus making me subject to this sort of shit again. I had Rattler set us down in Charlottesville so I could buy some hard liquor.

EDIT: "Got an extra $140 million?"
Let's review: ISD 709 says it wants "$5.2 million annually" to give every child a Chromebook. Sounds pretty good.
But no one asked for a set amount. They asked for a percentage of the property taxes, seemingly just over 3%. In the first year, that would be $5.29 million. Rounding 5.29 down to 5.2 should already alert us to what we are dealing with.
That amount would go up each year with the assessed value of our homes. Even if they only increased 3% per year, the total after ten years would be $59.6 million. Is ISD 709 "asking for" $5.2 million but actually taking more like $60 million? Well, wait! There's more.
The following paragraph, from the ISD 709 Future Forward web page, seems to be a flat lie. "If approved by voters, the capital projects levy would automatically expire after 10 years and cannot be renewed without voter authorization." Unless I am missing something, that statement is completely false.
The new subdivision "9b" that was added to Section 126C.17 of the Minnesota Statutes last May states that the school board may renew such a referendum "by board action." That means the entire ten year plan can be renewed without even asking us (but only once).
So, it seems that ISD 709 would get $139.7 million dollars (even at only 3% growth in home values). That's more than its entire 2024 General Fund of $136 million, and quite different from the $5.2 million figure that is being quoted over and over.
This request is described on the Future Forward website as a "Capital Projects Levy for Technology Improvements," presumably under "Section 123B.63 - Capital project levy referendum." That would suggest that this money is being used to buy assets that have real value (capital). That's why all property types must "chip in" on capital projects, while operating levies are only put upon individual homes and businesses.
However, according to the ISD 709 web site, it will only spend about a quarter (26%) of that money on learning technology (and digital curriculum, which perhaps means lesson plans?). Plans include spending 17% on staff, 15% on staff training, and 10% on "program maintenance." How could any of that be considered a capital project?
According to subdivision 3, a capital funding request must "state the estimated total cost of the project, state whether the project has received a positive or negative review and comment from the commissioner, state the maximum amount of the capital project levy as a percentage of net tax capacity ..." among other requirements. Has that been done?
This all seems to be a "cross-subsidy," where new funds are used to pay for something that used to come out of the General Fund. This frees up the money in the General Fund for ISD 709 to spend however it thinks best - without any input from us. So, here's my question: Why not just be honest and ask us to fund whatever it is that ISD 709 is planning to fund with that money?? Is it because we would not approve of that, while a Chromebook on every desk is an easy sell?
Please vote NO again.

Hello,
The background: I work in IT for a multi-county public library system. For additional context, I am a sysadmin type but while I was in college I also pursued broadcasting/sound/video/editing and related tech and I got a bunch of certificates related to that. Our library is governed by a Board of Trustees and one of the requirements that is built in there somewhere is that they are to have their monthly board meetings at the different locations throughout the muti-county area. Roughly 1/3 of the possible meeting locations are reasonably set up for a public meeting in terms of space and equipment, the other 2/3rds are not.
During the pandemic, these meetings went entirely to Zoom. When restrictions on gatherings loosened, the former library director asked IT to try to come up with a way to make these meetings hybrid. Due to my history with broadcasting, this ended up on my desk. After testing some out of the box solutions like the Meeting Owl and a Logitech device and finding them unsatisfactory for the requirements and good two way communication, I came up with an in-house solution using tabletop mics, a portable PA system the library already had, a laptop, a Razor webcam and a 2 Bus sound mixer that outputs via balanced mic output and USB simultaneously. The cost to the library was < $1000 and library administration was really happy with the results, to the degree that it went from a temporary ask to a permanent fixture of the meetings. It can go anywhere there is power and network, it provides two way communication over Zoom and the quality is about what one would expect for a single camera public meeting broadcast. The primary downsides are that it is quite a bit more complicated to set up than an out of box solution and since a lot of the equipment was budget conscious, some of it is needing replaced/upgraded.
Now we have new leadership for the district and they want IT to re-evaluate this system for replacement, with a high level of preference of something out of box and able to be run by a layperson. My manager and I have looked all around, but still can’t find anything “name brand” that seems able to meet the requirements. I want to make sure we have this right before we go back and advise we were not able to find anything simpler, so I thought I would check in here to see if anyone else has this type of experience and if you did, how it worked out. Requirements are:
1.) Portable, only requires power and network
2.) Has to be able to mix and amplify sound from mic’ed in person individuals and the output from zoom
3.) Has to be able to broadcast sound from mic’ed in person individuals to zoon
4.) Able to capture video for broadcast to Zoom
5.) Able to output to Zoom video to HDMI to project for in person individuals
Bonus points for something that can do this with minimal IT involvement.Extra bonus points if your group has a job classification that would be in charge of a task like this, can you tell me a bit about it? Like… if it is IT, what job classification would this fall under? If you have a group in house that runs something like this, can you mention their job class?Extra extra extra bonus points if your group decided to outsource this work and you have a rough idea of what the rate paid to the group that does this work for you is. =)
Thanks all!

In 2016 I was doing a locums assignment as a nurse practitioner in the Navajo nation near the 4 corners. One of the wonderful parts of this assignment was that I worked 7 days on then 7 days off, so could travel during my 7 days off.
On one of my off weeks, I went up to Dolores, CO for a festival. The festival was one day, on a Saturday, but a friend from work and I (both females) decided to go together and camp. We found a really cool little campground right outside of town run by a nice family. We got to our site (beautiful, right next to the Dolores river) and pitched our tent.
As we were leaving to go to the festival about an hour later, a man from an adjoining campsite approached us. He was probably in his mid to late 60s and drove a small reddish pickup with a camper shell on it and had Utah tags. The man showed us a bottle of wine and said he was going into town for some items and could he bring us anything? maybe some wine? Nothing that he said was inappropriate and he did not impose on our personal space, but my spidey-sense was raised for some reason. We graciously refused, stating that we were going into town for an event, then we both went our separate ways.
We did not see him again. We went to the festival, then to a brewery in town for a couple of drinks, and came back to the campsite without incident. I had earlier asked my friend if she thought anything weird about the man or the encounter, and she did not.
Fast forward to the next morning. I had not slept very well, and awoke before my friend. I decided to take a little walk along the river, which soon brought me by his campsite. He had a nice old school tent that was open with a cot and side table - sort of like what I envisioned an explorer to have. then as I continued on, I walked past his picnic table and saw a clothesline he had rigged with a couple pairs of womens' panties hanging on it. the man himself wasn't there, and did not return before we broke camp and headed to Telluride for the next night.
Now, being in possession of women's underwear is by no means a crime, nor is a friendly greeting. So why can't I shake the nagging feeling, 8 years later, that we had an encounter with a creep? And that we may have narrowly missed danger? What would have happened if we had agreed to let him bring us wine or have a drink with him? Why can't I shake this feeling? (yes, I slept clutching my pepper spray all night though)

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When I try deploy my AR app from a Macbook Air using Sonoma 14.4.1 to an iPhone 14 Pro, it fails at the VPN & Device Management stage. When I click 'Trust' it works but when I click 'Verify App' on my phone it fails. I've tried this while connected to wifi and while on mobile data, both when plugged into my Mac and when not but I get the same result each time.
The project itself is from Unity's AR for Mobile Pathway and is the initial trial project you download with just a spinning cube. I followed the configure instructions exactly.
I've attached the following

• a video of what happens on my phone

https://reddit.com/link/1cr9gmg/video/wj8dzvlg690d1/player

• a screenshot of the failure message on my laptop

https://preview.redd.it/vdk0rwbj690d1.png?width=1360&format=png&auto=webp&s=18ae6ef60a3a735e2acf1cb1d810d69a93908043

• copied text from the 'details' section of the failure message:

The request to open "com.StorySprings.ARProject" failed.
Domain: IDELaunchCoreDevice
Code: 0
Recovery Suggestion: Verify that the Developer App certificate for your account is trusted on your device. Open Settings on the device and navigate to General -> VPN & Device Management, then select your Developer App certificate to trust it.
User Info: {
DVTErrorCreationDateKey = "2024-05-13 20:04:50 +0000";
IDERunOperationFailingWorker = IDELaunchCoreDeviceWorker;
}

The request to open "com.StorySprings.ARProject" failed.
Domain: IDELaunchCoreDevice
Code: 0
Recovery Suggestion: Verify that the Developer App certificate for your account is trusted on your device. Open Settings on the device and navigate to General -> VPN & Device Management, then select your Developer App certificate to trust it.
User Info: {
IDERunOperationFailingWorker = IDELaunchCoreDeviceWorker;
}

The application failed to launch.
Domain: com.apple.dt.CoreDeviceError
Code: 10002
User Info: {
BundleIdentifier = "com.StorySprings.ARProject";
}

The request to open "com.StorySprings.ARProject" failed.
Domain: FBSOpenApplicationServiceErrorDomain
Code: 1
Failure Reason: The request was denied by service delegate (SBMainWorkspace) for reason: Security ("Unable to launch com.StorySprings.ARProject because it has an invalid code signature, inadequate entitlements or its profile has not been explicitly trusted by the user").
User Info: {
BSErrorCodeDescription = RequestDenied;
FBSOpenApplicationRequestID = 0x9a0a;
}

The operation couldn’t be completed. Unable to launch com.StorySprings.ARProject because it has an invalid code signature, inadequate entitlements or its profile has not been explicitly trusted by the user.
Domain: FBSOpenApplicationErrorDomain
Code: 3
Failure Reason: Unable to launch com.StorySprings.ARProject because it has an invalid code signature, inadequate entitlements or its profile has not been explicitly trusted by the user.
User Info: {
BSErrorCodeDescription = Security;
}

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Timestamp: 2024-05-13T21:04:50+01:00

Alright, so I have this teacher who I swear hates me for something that she heard as a rumor (I dont know if she did but when people started spreading a rumor about me she started to do this), basically every morning I used to walk into her class and she would greet me nicely, now she doesnt acknowledge me at all even if im the first one in class.
The other day I was about to do an assignment and she purposely went ONLY TO ME and started yelling at me for "being on the wrong site" Buddy I was getting to the assignment my chromebook just turned on is checking my grades in the morning before that a crime? She then made me shuit my chromebook and I tried turning in an assignment she collected when I wasnt in the class "I was a bit late" and she said "Oh did you not decide to give it to me because you were lazy" and I tried explaining I came in late and she kept cutting me off until a student next to me explained to her I came in late so then she turned to the back and said "that doesnt look complete" to the one problem I didnt finish yet because I had a question on and put a question mark. (Typically if we had a question on a problem we would leave the question blank as she instructed and put a question mark on it so she could go over it with the class) and she made me do it instead of the work of that day and marked both assignments late. I tried asking for help but she refused to go over to me when my hand was raised till the end of class and didnt even help me she just told me to right the answer that was on the board.
The day after I was excused from class for AP testing and it said on gradebook I was excused from that class UNTIL SHE MANUALLY WENT IN AND MADE IT SAY unexcused. Im also openly bullied in that glass when shes next to me and she does nothing and I maybe reported instances from her class with regards to other students bullying me at least 4 times. Now she moved my seat next to her desk and I feel like one more conflict and im gonna lose it on her, this is CHARACTER ASSASSINATION, what can I do to fix this?

Advice please 🙏🏼
Hello,
My story is on my profile, so for context pls go read it if it might aid your feedback here, but I am hoping for both WP&BP perspective please. 🙏🏼
DDay was end of Feb; we’ve been in R since. Both in IC & MC. I’ve done open phone, deleted socials, NC, all has been done, reassurance & conversations consistently.. im never offended or discouraged - I take each conversation slowly with empathy and remorse. I’m fully invested in R, no doubt. I took some time home in my home country (we both live away from our home country), it was up and down, and we did a couple days NC which we decided we don’t like (BP said they don’t like it, it wasn’t from my side).
Then… our new home finished being built and there is a 3 week vacation we had taken in advance to go there (end of May/June) and then possibly to another European country for a couple days. BP uninvited me from Europe holiday initially and a couple days ago BP reinvited me, with no pressure from me, as BP wants to make new memories and get out of our apartment and go and “enjoy time together”.
So from one perspective, we’ve both been putting in “the work”, I’ve been reading a ton of books and we together take evening time to read instead of doom scroll on social media. It’s been calming. I feel BP is on board and our bad days do become less frequent, for sure.
Now, the question: today, after a relaxed couple of days, BP asked me again if there’s anything I have missed out that BP needs to know, even though we’ve gone over my affair countless times especially in the first couple weeks, it would be a daily convo. BP knows everything. There’s nothing I left out… but the issue is my trickle truth. I think this has impacted BPs ability to think BP knows everything. I think it feels I might not have said everything, because as I can imagine, I wasn’t forthcoming about the info. In order my biggest regrets: it’s me not getting help when I fell into my bad mental health state end of Nov, then the affair, then my trickle truth. In that order. Because if I had gotten the professional help I needed, I think this all would have been avoided. But instead I made some selfish greed impulsive decisions.
Okay sorry I am digressing, BP’s: do you ever feel you know the full story? Or will you always feel you never know the full story? I feel 100% sure I have told BP everything, due to it being in a short space of time, there couldn’t really be any details I missed out on. But I think BP thinks I am holding back a huge element/fact/part of the story - which I haven’t. Does reassurance and consistency make the difference? What can I do differently?
All recommendation is really appreciated thank you.

Hello,
The background: I work in IT for a multi-county public library system. For additional context, I am a sysadmin type but while I was in college I also pursued broadcasting/sound/video/editing and related tech and I got a bunch of certificates related to that. Our library is governed by a Board of Trustees and one of the requirements that is built in there somewhere is that they are to have their monthly board meetings at the different locations throughout the muti-county area. Roughly 1/3 of the possible meeting locations are reasonably set up for a public meeting in terms of space and equipment, the other 2/3rds are not.
During the pandemic, these meetings went entirely to Zoom. When restrictions on gatherings loosened, the former library director asked IT to try to come up with a way to make these meetings hybrid. Due to my history with broadcasting, this ended up on my desk. After testing some out of the box solutions like the Meeting Owl and a Logitech device and finding them unsatisfactory for the requirements and good two way communication, I came up with an in-house solution using tabletop mics, a portable PA system the library already had, a laptop, a Razor webcam and a 2 Bus sound mixer that outputs via balanced mic output and USB simultaneously. The cost to the library was < $1000 and library administration was really happy with the results, to the degree that it went from a temporary ask to a permanent fixture of the meetings. It can go anywhere there is power and network, it provides two way communication over Zoom and the quality is about what one would expect for a single camera public meeting broadcast. The primary downsides are that it is quite a bit more complicated to set up than an out of box solution and since a lot of the equipment was budget conscious, some of it is needing replaced/upgraded.
Now we have new leadership for the district and they want IT to re-evaluate this system for replacement, with a high level of preference of something out of box and able to be run by a layperson. My manager and I have looked all around, but still can’t find anything “name brand” that seems able to meet the requirements. I want to make sure we have this right before we go back and advise we were not able to find anything simpler, so I thought I would check in here to see if anyone else has this type of experience and if you did, how it worked out. Requirements are:
1.) Portable, only requires power and network
2.) Has to be able to mix and amplify sound from mic’ed in person individuals and the output from zoom
3.) Has to be able to broadcast sound from mic’ed in person individuals to zoon
4.) Able to capture video for broadcast to Zoom
5.) Able to output to Zoom video to HDMI to project for in person individuals
Bonus points for something that can do this with minimal IT involvement.
Extra bonus points if your group has a job classification that would be in charge of a task like this, can you tell me a bit about it? Like… if it is IT, what job classification would this fall under? If you have a group in house that runs something like this, can you mention their job class?
Extra extra extra bonus points if your group decided to outsource this work and you have a rough idea of what the rate paid to the group that does this work for you is.
Thanks all!

Hi everyone, looking for some advice here as I'm not sure which would be the best path for me.
I was a bio major at a top undergrad uni (think HYPSM) and enjoyed the subject but due to a number of mental health struggles only came out with a GPA of barely above 2.5-2.6 (unfortunately sGPA is about the same) about 3 F's which also did a number to my confidence for quite a while. I'm quite confident that I can now do better in upper level science courses and am happy to retake anything I need to; however my major did not cover all the standard premed requirements because I wasn't aiming to go into MD or DO back then (but have since found the DO path/philosophy extremely appealing to me)
I see that there are "prestigious" premed postbacc programs like Scripps that promise a tantalizingly high rate of med school acceptance; I've also heard that attending the postbacc of a UC increases your chances of being accepted into that particular UC's med school. However the min GPA for these seems quite high, and I'm also not sure I'd qualify for an SMP since I haven't technically completed my premed reqs yet. I did do fantastic in high school and have excellent test scores if that factors in.
Would it be better to DIY a postbacc at a CC and then apply to a "top" premed postbacc, or just enter an academic enhancer postbacc directly and try to get as much out of it as possible? Is an SMP a path to consider as well (i heard you need to have your premed reqs done beforehand?) I'm in California and would prefer to stay here if it helps (the in-state tuition vs private for UC's is looking pretty tempting as well...if I can get in!)

I posted a few months ago about my dad being hospitalized with a suspected infection (it wasn’t) due to behavior changes, and how we were being encouraged to shift him to memory care for more support/redirection since there was no cause of the behavior change besides progression of dementia. His doctors at the VA would not give me any changes to medication either.
So we found him a memory care unit and transferred him straight there from the hospital. It started out ok; he wasn’t sleeping or eating well but he was ok. Six plus weeks have passed and he’s settled in and starting to eat better, but still has sleep issues due to other residents who roam and moan. The last several days, he’s been sleepy (due to the aforementioned and probably due to boredom too) and he’s been a bit agitated.
The first shift aides don’t seem well trained so we’ve had a few issues with them, and one of the other residents (who was since transferred to a nursing home) pushed Dad a few times, but Dad didn’t reciprocate and mostly seems irritated by some of the other residents though not combative.
Today I got a call from the nurse saying that Dad “may” have struck a female resident, so they have to report it. (I need to call back to ask whom they are reporting this to…? Me? The other resident’s family? The director? 🤷🏻‍♀️) The nurse said all of the aides were busy getting people ready for bed and Dad was in the common area with some of the other folks. He was sitting with a lady chatting. At a certain point, one of the aides heard a slight commotion so came out to investigate, but reported that nothing was going on and she asked if anyone needed help and was told no. The female resident later told the aides that my dad struck her in the face and they did notice a mark (which today has bruised.) When the nurse who called me asked her what happened, she didn’t remember the specifics but indicated that someone had hit her. Of course, my dad denied it… but he doesn’t remember what happened 5 minutes ago.
The nurse said “this is memory care” repeatedly - i.e., they don’t really trust anyone 100%. But she said they checked the cameras in the area where they were sitting around the time they were left l alone and could find no evidence on the camera of any altercation. Still, the woman is bruised and repeating her story of being hit, so the nurse is “typing it up.” Presumably, this goes in dad’s file…?
I don’t know how I feel about all of this… the doctors say he needs redirection and the support of a facility but it seems like he was better at home with a live in aide. He had his moments but she handled them except when it was really over the top (which wasn’t a regular occurrence.) So far, it doesn’t seem like we’re getting more or better care at the facility. And still, none of the drs are talking about medication changes.
So what do I do with him? Do these things get sorted out or am I screwed on facilities until he needs skilled nursing?

I got a pmod microsd slot from digilent, and I am trying to get it work on my ice40. I tried to search for an implementation in verilog for simply read and write bytes from certain address on micro sd in spi mode, but there is not enough resources. I found one here https://web.mit.edu/6.111/www/f2017/tools/sd_controller.v, but it never gets to IDLE state when I test it out. The official documentation from Digilent is minimum, they only have ip core library provided for Vivado I think, which I don't have access to.
I have tested out the SPI mode read and write on arduino, so the card and chip is working. Is there anyone no where I can find a simple sd_controller in verilog?

Hello AOAI,
My story is on my profile, so for context pls go read it if it might aid your feedback here, but I am hoping for both WP&BP perspective please. 🙏🏼
DDay was end of Feb; we’ve been in R since. Both in IC & MC. I’ve done open phone, deleted socials, NC, all has been done, reassurance & conversations consistently.. im never offended or discouraged - I take each conversation slowly with empathy and remorse. I’m fully invested in R, no doubt. I took some time home in my home country (we both live away from our home country), it was up and down, and we did a couple days NC which we decided we don’t like (BP said they don’t like it, it wasn’t from my side).
Then… our new home finished being built and there is a 3 week vacation we had taken in advance to go there (end of May/June) and then possibly to another European country for a couple days. BP uninvited me from Europe holiday initially and a couple days ago BP reinvited me, with no pressure from me, as BP wants to make new memories and get out of our apartment and go and “enjoy time together”.
So from one perspective, we’ve both been putting in “the work”, I’ve been reading a ton of books and we together take evening time to read instead of doom scroll on social media. It’s been calming. I feel BP is on board and our bad days do become less frequent, for sure.
Now, the question: today, after a relaxed couple of days, BP asked me again if there’s anything I have missed out that BP needs to know, even though we’ve gone over my affair countless times especially in the first couple weeks, it would be a daily convo. BP knows everything. There’s nothing I left out… but the issue is my trickle truth. I think this has impacted BPs ability to think BP knows everything. I think it feels I might not have said everything, because as I can imagine, I wasn’t forthcoming about the info. In order my biggest regrets: it’s me not getting help when I fell into my bad mental health state end of Nov, then the affair, then my trickle truth. In that order. Because if I had gotten the professional help I needed, I think this all would have been avoided. But instead I made some selfish greed impulsive decisions.
Okay sorry I am digressing, BP’s: do you ever feel you know the full story? Or will you always feel you never know the full story? I feel 100% sure I have told BP everything, due to it being in a short space of time, there couldn’t really be any details I missed out on. But I think BP thinks I am holding back a huge element/fact/part of the story - which I haven’t. Does reassurance and consistency make the difference? What can I do differently?
All recommendation is really appreciated thank you.

From doctors, to lawyers, and all the politicians, because they've got great health care, and this extends to the youth of these people as well. And if any of them are feeling a bit down, they are advised to see their shrink.
Think about it, the game is rigged in their favor every time. Why do people with nothing get state insurance and are able to go get "help" with state provided insurance for little to no cost? It's the perfect control scheme that employees a lot of nurses and doctors to keep them sharp.. because they have nothing better to do when there aren't any major wars going on. Gotta keep these minds of the people who help fresh. They're monitored constantly by the DEA and the prescriptions that they write. I see it as they're just on reserve/taking orders. God forbid someone who is seeking HELP, not drugs walks into their little trap. Perhaps if the drug epidemic didn't start in the doctors office things would be better.
The meds used to work for me. Now I'm full of anger, not just in little spurts. My therapist doesn't bat an eye. I fucking hate my life. Now it feels like they're dangling medicine that works for me on a stick in front of my face just to have me march in line with the rest of their victims. I've slowed watched myself spiral into becoming another victim of the state. Now I'm stuck between wanting my life to end so badly, others trying to convince me to not do it for the sake of my child, and doctors feeding me pills that I've fought to get what I believe to be "proper treatment".
I want it all to end. I have an appointment with my Dr on Wednesday and I have so much frustration, so much hate within me, for them, for the system that i am now a part of and also for myself. I don't want to go back to the psych hospital, again, because I'm running out of fingers to count the amount of times that I have been there already.

TL;DR: After 3 miscarriages and a diagnosis of DOR, I had two healthy pregnancies without IVF or other ART.
We started TTC when I was 35.5, my partner 37. We got pregnant quickly, and quickly had 3 miscarriages, all around 8 or 9 weeks. We never had them tested, but my OB suspected genetic abnormalities.
My partner's test results were normal for a man his age. After the 2nd miscarriage, I had bloodwork and an SHG, a procedure where my OB filled my uterus with saline and looked at it on an ultrasound to see whether I had any visible issues that could explain what was wrong. This procedure was timed to a specific day in my menstrual cycle, so that while we were at it, she could look at my ovaries on the ultrasound as well, to make a prediction about how many eggs she could expect to retrieve if we decided to try IVF.
The SHG turned out normal. My uterus was perfectly fine. My ovaries, however, looked like those of a woman nearing menopause. My antral follicle count (AFC) was only 4. If we did IVF now, the doctor said, that’s how many eggs she expected to harvest -- just 4. Not nearly enough for a promising cycle. The results from the blood test also corresponded to the levels of a menopausal woman. Here are the numbers, for those of you who already know what these mean:
Day 3 AMH: 0.311
Estradiol: 23.8
FSH: 13.8
I might have looked 30 on the outside, but I’d just turned 36, and on the inside I was closer to 50. Our doctor did not recommend that we move forward with IVF. We asked her what we could do instead. She suggested I try supplementing with DHEA, and gave us the recommended dosage (25 mg 3 times/day, for a total of 75 mg daily). She also recommended CoQ10, though she didn’t have a suggested dosage for that, and noted that my vitamin D levels were low. I started supplementing with each of those three things.
I noticed the effects of the DHEA very quickly. It’s an androgen, and can cause women to start sprouting extra body hair. My libido sprang up to teenager levels, and I got acne again.
I decided to take only 200 mg/day of the CoQ10 because it was expensive. That and the vitamin D seemed to give me more energy, maybe, but I couldn’t say for sure.
It took us longer to get pregnant the 3rd time. The miscarriage was the same.
Our OB explained again why she didn't recommend IVF for women with DOR, and told us about a patient of hers who’d had 9 miscarriages before having a successful pregnancy. We were lucky we were able to get pregnant so easily, she said. We were lucky that we didn’t have any other issues compounding the DOR.
If we wanted to explore other options, she told us, our best chance was to use an egg donor. Other than that, all we could do was keep trying. During my fertile window, and given our age, she recommended intercourse every 48 hours.
I doubled down on my research. I read everything I could find online, and read a lot of posts on message boards like the one I’m writing now. Here’s what I decided to do:

1. Lots of exercise, or at least “lots” by my desk-worker standards (brisk walks every day, gentle training with 10-to-20-pound weights a few times a week, and frequent bike rides)
2. Lots of time being happy and relaxed and out in the sun
3. Supplements:
   1. DHEA, 75 mg/day divided in 3 doses
   2. CoQ10, 800 mg/day (ubiquinone, the cheaper kind)
   3. Vitamin D3, 2,000 IU/day
   4. Acetyl L-carnitine, or Alcar, 250 mg/day (the typical dose is 500 mg, but I found this amount gave me nightmares; at 250 mg I felt more energetic, like I could do twice as much exercising as I normally did)
   5. Alpha lipoic acid, 300 mg/day (this makes your urine stink, but it’s inexpensive and safe, and in addition to helping with fertility, I also found studies about its benefit to diabetics and its effect on the pancreas)
   6. Black cohosh on cycle days 1 through 12 (it’s an herb, so I have no idea how much I was actually getting)
   7. Vitex (ditto)
   8. Prenatal vitamins
   9. Fish oil (why not)
   10. More soy foods and freshly ground flax seeds in my diet, for extra estrogen

A note about CoQ10: There are two kinds on the market, a cheaper one (ubiquinone) and an expensive one (ubiquinol), which is supposed to be better absorbed. Both are similar in structure to vitamin E, but are not classified as vitamins because your body can make them on its own. I went with a low-ish dosage of the expensive one the first time around, but after the third miscarriage, I switched to a higher dose of the cheaper one, 800 mg. I definitely noticed an increase in energy while I was taking it.
Here is a study on CoQ10 in follicular fluid and its association with better outcomes: https://link.springer.com/article/10.1007/s00404-011-2169-2
Here’s another (“Conclusion: Our observation leads to the hypothesis that the oral supplementation of CoQ10 may improve follicular fluid oxidative metabolism and oocyte quality, specially in over 35-year-old women”): https://www.mdpi.com/2076-3921/7/10/141
The positive news about CoQ10 keeps coming. I’ll stop with these: https://rbej.biomedcentral.com/articles/10.1186/s12958-018-0343-0, https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/full/10.1111/acel.12368
From what I learned while researching this stuff, both CoQ10 and acetyl l-carnitine are antioxidants that are thought to be active in the mitochondria. The mitochondria is sometimes called the “battery” of the cell, supplying its energy as it does its job. After an egg leaves the nourishing environment of the ovary for its journey down the fallopian tube, its only source of energy is its own mitochondria. That’s what keeps it fresh and alive. So an antioxidant that might help the mitochondria have more energy might be crucial for keeping egg cells, and the DNA inside them, better organized for longer -- long enough to conceive. This theory would apply to sperm cells as well, and is thought to be why taking these supplements gives people more energy. Young people have a lot of CoQ10 in their bodies, but after age 25 or so, our natural production goes down.
Here’s a study about egg quality and acetyl l-carnitine (ALCAR): https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/S0378432012002436
There isn’t as much research, especially in humans, on ACLAR as there is on CoQ10, but what’s been done so far looks promising. Here’s a study in mice: https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/S0378432012002436
As for alpha lipoic acid (ALA), my understanding is that this is thought to be beneficial for diabetics because of its effects on the pancreas. The pancreas and the ovaries are similar in the way they age (again, according to things I read while I was researching like crazy). While I’m not overweight, I’ve always had high blood sugar, and have type 2 diabetes on both sides of my family. So I added this to my regimen too.
Research: ALA supplementation is thought to be safe during pregnancy: https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/abs/10.1080/09513590.2018.1462320
A small study has shown ALA to be helpful in patients with PCOS undergoing IVF: https://www.researchgate.net/profile/Luisa_Caponecchia/publication/303088959_Effect_of_myo-inositol_and_alpha-lipoic_acid_on_oocyte_quality_in_polycystic_ovary_syndrome_non-obese_women_undergoing_in_vitro_fertilization_a_pilot_study/links/584fb41c08ae4bc8993b3211/Effect-of-myo-inositol-and-alpha-lipoic-acid-on-oocyte-quality-in-polycystic-ovary-syndrome-non-obese-women-undergoing-in-vitro-fertilization-a-pilot-study.pdf
Anyway, if you're still reading, pregnancy number 4 was a success. I quit every supplement except for prenatal vitamins. My doctor at the IVF clinic put me on progesterone until I got through week 10, in case a progesterone deficiency was the cause of my previous miscarriages. She’d never tested for this, so the progesterone was just a precaution. I’d always been plenty nauseated with each of my pregnancies, and the supplemental progesterone only made it worse. All I could eat were dry crackers. After reading a few things about the potential effects of progesterone on an embryo, I don’t think I’d do it again, not unless my doctor had a test result suggesting that it was what I really needed.
My doctor also recommended I start taking baby aspirin, 81 mgs/day, to be continued throughout the pregnancy, in case I had an issue with blood clotting that was causing the miscarriages. She’d never tested me for it, and given my AFC and AMH and FSH levels, it seemed like we already knew what my problem was, but she said it couldn’t hurt, so I went on it and stayed on it until 36 weeks.
Two years later, while I was supplementing with just prenatal vitamins and CoQ10, and without really trying, we got pregnant again. Baby #1 is now five years old, and #2 is three.