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Hey, I'm looking for some advice on how to show up better for my partner!
Myself (29F) and spouse (36M) recently moved to a new country and we are going through the stressors of finding a new place, finding a new job, etc. During this process he expressed that I haven't been involved or showing curiosity in his work and hobbies, and it made him feel like I'm not by his side, that he was alone in having to review his own CV, find a job, etc.
On the other hand, he regularly sends me links of opportunities & events that he thinks I'll find interesting. He shows lots of interest when I talk about my workplace and my career woes. Though it's not my favourite thing to share my work with him, I do appreciate that he's showing his care for me.
Which comes back to him experiencing my disinterest. Maybe because I grew up in a dysfunctional, neglectful family, I've been used to not sharing about my work or hobbies because I don't want to walk into a landmine of critique and disapproval. I know that's not true anymore, but this has built up the habit of keeping my work & passions aside in relationships (both romantic/friendly). Consequently, I just don't have an expectation that people ought to be involved with each other in this way? To show interest in each other's work just doesn't equate to intimacy for me.
Now that we are living together and sharing much of our time together, it is harder to keep work or my inner world aside, because he can just appear behind my shoulder and strike a conversation about work and things. I think he's asking for the same thing in return, so I have been trying to peek behind and ask him a few things about his thesis, get to know who's supervising him, what stage of the writing he is at, etc.
Some times, it works well. We have joyful conversations and I get to know more about what he's doing, and I'm happy that he feels cared for, and I'm proud of all the work he's done. Other times, I'll run into the quandary I explained above. It feels like there's internal tension for me to commit time and show interest to his work, because truthfully it is very technical and not very interesting to me. I'd much rather show him my care through other love languages, like acts of service or physical touch. But with this being in the way, he has refused to be physically intimate with me because I 'can't have him if I don't show interest'.
When we get into the 'get to know his work' sessions, he often experience me as generally disinterested, harshly critical, and unwilling to provide feedback on how to do better. He said he felt like I was making myself dismissive and difficult to approach, which makes him want to come closer to me less.
Yesterday, I got really triggered because he made a few comments about 'you're so good at being such a harsh critic' or 'if you just want to be antisocial why are we doing this anyway' and I know they were said in an angry place, and though I still want to get better at expressing interest & involvement, I started to doubt that this could be the only way to love each other. Is it really fair to withhold physical intimacy because I don't want to be involved in his work? What's the difference between involvement and emotional support?
Can I show up and be present for him and still have freedom with my own personal time/bubble at home?
What do you think? It feels like being able to love each other doesn't need to be this painful.

About 3 weeks ago my neighbor knocked on my door. He said he had come by several times but I never seemed to be home. I shared with him that I travel frequently for work. He came by to advise that he was going to be replacing the fence line we share, to make it 2 feet taller, as he felt we had no privacy as he could see into our yard since his house sits above ours in elevation. What he didn’t share is that he extended his back patio and that when he’s in his yard we can also see him. He also has a large birdcage on his patio with varying sizes of birds from parakeets to large doves and I’d estimate there are 20 or so birds which has draws rats. This is against our HOA rules but I have feared mentioning to the HOA as I just want to get along with everyone around me. I digress. I told him I’d be willing to share in the cost but would like to see a receipt. He stated that was nice and proceeded to ask if it was ok that people would be in my yard to replace the fence and he knew we had a dog so wanted to be sure that wouldn’t be a problem. He also said he’d have our side stained. Very nice exchange.
Fast forward he did bring the receipt and his phone number. I thanked him and told him I’d review it and be in touch. The total cost for approximately 12 feet of fence line came in at $2,900USD. Not all of the fence he installed is shared with me as some is shared with another neighbor but I’d say 80% we share.
So again, I travel frequently and happened to be on vacation today when I get a camera (Ring) alert that someone is at my front door. I see it is this neighbor BEATING on my door aggressively so I answer via my phone to communicate through the camera thinking something is wrong at my home. I say hello and he begins yelling saying why haven’t I contacted him? Why haven’t I paid him any money? He said he’s come over many, many times and I refuse to answer the door. (News to me). He was very aggressive in his gestures, pointing at the camera and saying to “Open up the door right now.” I told him I wasn’t home at the moment at which point he said I was or I couldn’t be speaking with him now. I explained again I wasn’t home and he replied (still yelling), “When will you be home?” I replied I wasn’t comfortable sharing that with him with the way he was behaving. I told him I was happy to provide some money towards the project but nobody had stained my side of the fence yet so I didn’t think the project was complete. He kept yelling saying I didn’t call him and what was he supposed to think about me. Now I’m angry at the entitlement. I told him that I had no obligation to provide him any money, that we had not signed any agreement and that I didn’t think the project was completed as nobody had stained my side of the fence (and we agreed at the beginning my gate to the backyard was unlocked and his contractor could come on property at any time without permission since I travel). He continued to yell and repeated himself. I told him to please get off my property or I was calling the police as he was making me very uncomfortable with his behavior and body language. He left.
AITAH? I didn’t ask for the fence to be replaced. I offered to help but didn’t expect the cost to be so high. I figured I’d give him $1k but honestly thought staining still had to take place. Could I have called him. I guess I could have but thought my gesture was just that, a gesture and not a requirement. I’ll still contribute but I’m a bit fearful to knock on his door after this exchange.

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Upon more research, there doesn't seem to be a whole lot of money in copyrighting which is also ironic that it's even a topic in Tate University.
That said, if anyone has enrolled in it, can you share some insight on how copyrighting can generate large revenues?

“What do you mean it’s wrong?” said Tamara, becoming frustrated with Samuel.
“I'm trying to tell you that plants do not eat earth. They just absorb nutrients from it,” Samuel replied, equally annoyed as this was the fourth time he had explained it. “Look, just take my word for it, OK,” he added.
“Fine, but you will have to explain it again,” Tamara retorted.
Samuel and Tamara were partners in a scientific study of their forest home. It was genuinely idyllic in every sense of the word; the trees stretched high into the sky, and everyone was covered in succulent leaves, a deep and gorgeous shade of green. Around their trunks were rings of flowers gathered from every continent, and a thick carpet of grass lay on the ground.
The two sat underneath a chestnut tree, writing up their findings for the day. It had focused mainly on tree sizes and growth rates, and they had continued this study for, on and off, almost a year.
Samuel turned to look at his assistant and found that she was just as remarkable as the day they had first met: golden locks, like living sunlight, tied neatly in a bun. Her eyes were an emerald green, and all in all, she was gorgeous. However, it was when you came to her waist that things became truly incredible because rather than a pair of legs, there was a long and wide snake’s tail.
It was huge, at least seven metres long and as wide as her torso. The scales were the same beautiful colour as her hair and reflected the sunlight in such a way that she appeared to glow. She was wearing an ultramarine tunic with a black diamond in the centre. She was like this not because of a plague, a curse or some mutation; Tamara was a Lamia; it was how she was born.
Samuel, on the other hand, looked far less impressive. He was around five foot ten, with dull brown hair and equally dull eyes. His stomach stuck out from the rest of him. No amount of exercise was able to get rid of it.
He was by every description a ‘dull as dishwater’ human. His clothes, however, were slightly more interesting. He wore a navy blue tunic with a thick leather belt wrapped around his waist. On his feet was a pair of excellent leather boots, able to withstand whatever the world threw at them and on his forearms and shins, he wore something Tamara had never seen or even heard of before: a pair of vambraces and greaves, Samuel called it armour.
Three strips of rugged leather layered on top of one another made up each piece, and between each layer was a collection of tiny metal beads. When Tamara asked what they were for, Samuel said they were for protection.
All of this would have been inconceivable to Samuel two years ago, but he had become used to it in time. Samuel was not born into this world; he had arrived. How? He did not know, but he remembered it all vividly; his senses had been overloaded, and at first, he believed he had died.
“What’s wrong?” Tamara asked Samuel, who had been silent for over a minute.
Samuel snapped out of his daydream and said: “nothing, just thinking about that day again.”
Tamara nodded and said nothing else; she knew exactly what was wrong.
Samuel went straight back to writing. When Samuel first showed up, there had been no paper or pens, but what was even stranger than the lack of these apparent necessities was that Samuel had had to invent both of these items.
Tamara and those like her did not possess a written language; they relied entirely on their memories, and until Samuel had shown up, Tamara had not even conceived of the notion, but she had picked it up astonishingly quickly.
“It still sounds like eating to me,” said Tamara, bringing the conversation back to the original topic.
“Well, it isn’t; eating requires a mouth and stomach,” Samuel replied.
“Says who?” Tamara asked defiantly.
“Says me,” Samuel answered.
Samuel jotted down the last of his notes and left the pages to dry in the sun. Samuel then turned to his right and looked at a large book, the size of a chair’s seat, bound in yellow leather and knotted by animal tendons. He picked it up and began to leaf through the pages.
His eyes glanced over paragraphs about oak trees and orchid flowers until he finally reached the section he sought; the page was titled Silver Birch (Betula Pendula).
“Have you finished the drawing on Silver Birch yet?” Samuel asked without looking.
Tamara was currently focused on a drawing of sunflowers, but she understood his request and, without looking up or saying a word, handed him the picture he wanted.
Samuel took the drawing and took several moments admiring it. Like all her work, the picture was astounding; not only did it look like an actual Silver Birch, but it also seemed to be alive, as though it would start blowing in the breeze.
Samuel punched four holes along the sheet's left side, undid the tendon strings and then attached the drawing behind the title page. He added eight more pages to his book, four of text and four illustrations.
Their work was now done; there was no more writing or drawing today, and he placed their work into a knapsack Tamara had brought with her. Samuel turned to his partner and asked: “so what do you want to do now?”
Tamara looked up through the canopy and could make out the silhouettes of several birds and finally said: “I’d quite like to fly.”
Samuel smiled, chuckled and said, “Yes, so would I, but that would require every member of the village working together for decades.”
Tamara looked Samuel in the eye and said: “are you making fun of me?”
Samuel did not reply; he just looked Tamara dead in the eye. She observed every minute twitch on Samuel's face and concluded he was not.
“How could a person fly?” She asked, suddenly intrigued.
“I don’t know, I’m not an engineer,” Samuel answered, “So apart from flying, what else do you want to do?”
Tamara let out a sigh and said: “I guess we will just have to walk.”
These were the moments Samuel lived for, just a quiet afternoon with his best friend enjoying a stroll; he was utterly content.
“You seem chipper,” Tamara said, noticing the growing smile on Samuel’s face.
“That’s because I feel chipper” he replied
They passed through the trees, heading towards their favourite spot, a beach by the side of a lake so large you could not see the other side.
“So, how is everyone?” Samuel said, trying to spark a conversation.
“You mean every single one because that could take a while?” Tamara replied.
“Let’s start with your mother” he clarified.
Tamara’s mother, Pancha, was more or less just a larger version of her daughter, just as brash and headstrong.
“She’s fine; she has finally stopped asking me what happened every time I come to meet you,” she said.
“Really, and it only took her two and a half years,” said Samuel with a smirk.
Yes, that first year here, had been a real trial. Samuel had never felt so scared, isolated and persecuted in his life. When he thought about it, he could still feel the fear and the hopelessness.
A gust of air slammed into Samuel’s face, bringing him back to the present, and what a wonderful time it was. The water was crystal clear, the beach was covered in sparkling white sand, and the distinct aroma of water wafted through the air. Samuel breathed it all in as Tamara spread herself over the beach.
The cooling breeze that Samuel found so enjoyable, Tamara found far less agreeable. Tamara was ectothermic or cold-blooded. She could not maintain her body temperature; she needed to absorb it from her environment, and the wind was slowly draining her.
“Comfortable down there?” Samuel asked.
Tamara turned her head, looked up at him and said: “Actually, yes, not as good as my bed, but still fine.”
Samuel left Tamara to her thermoregulation and strolled down to the water’s edge, “stay where I can see you!” Tamara called.
“Yes, MOM,” Samuel answered sarcastically, though he knew it was more for Tamara’s sake than his; she had a problem with open spaces.
Samuel closed his eyes, stretched his arms above his head, feeling his muscles strain against the tension, and yawned. Small tears formed in his eyes and wiped them away. He had only been up for a few hours but was ready for bed.
“Too much thinking, that was the problem,” Samuel mumbled to himself.
The sunlight sparkled on the water’s surface. It seemed as though millions of diamonds were suddenly brought into existence, danced for a few moments, and then vanished as quickly as they came. It was beautiful, just like everything else here.
He climbed up a rock that jutted from that sand and sat down, his legs dangling over the edge. As he kicked his legs, a ray of sun caught his greaves, and although the leather was rather dull, it still dazzled him.
Samuel heard a sound reminiscent of sandpaper brushing against wood, and he knew at once what it was. He waited four more seconds and said, without moving an inch, “Don’t even think about it!”
“How did you know?” Tamara asked, feeling simultaneously impressed, confused and disappointed.
Samuel looked her in the eye and replied: “who do you think you’re dealing with?”
Tamara had not clambered up the rock like Samuel; she had simply raised herself on her tail so she stood over two metres high.
“Are you feeling better?” he asked.
Tamara smiled and answered, “yes, thanks for asking.”
Tamara moved behind Samuel and then began to coil around the boulder, and if he had not experienced it all before, it would have been unnerving. Tamara was only twelve and a half, yet she was already far stronger than him. Samuel was sure if Tamara really wanted to, she could crush a bison to death. After the graceful dance around the stone, she sat down beside Samuel.
The pair was silent for a few minutes, except for a quick coughing fit by Samuel; they took in the unnatural beauty of their surroundings.
“Hey, I have a question,” said Tamara, coming back to her senses.
“What is it?” Samuel replied.
“You still haven’t told me why we are studying the forest?” She asked.
In an instant, Samuel became deeply confused. To him, it seemed all too obvious why they were doing it.
“There is no practical reason for doing it. We do it so that we know,” Samuel answered.
Tamara became silent. Samuel realised that she was deep in thought and decided to give her all the time she needed until she finally said: “Is this one of those human things?”
Samuel, upon hearing this, gave a small chuckle and answered: “yes, if you like.”
Suddenly, something caught Samuel’s eye. It was a crab, no bigger than a golf ball. Its back was powder blue, and it held its arms upright, its claws pointing down. The tiny creature would walk forward, scoop some sand into its mouth, and then leave a small pellet behind.
“Look at that!” said Samuel, nudging Tamara’s shoulder and pointing at the tiny crustacean. Tamara turned her head and looked directly at where he was pointing; she strained her eyes at what she thought was a pebble; she was about to climb down and collect it when it suddenly moved, and she squealed.
Tamara dragged the bottom end of her tail up from the beach and timidly said, “What’s that?”
Samuel remembered that tone of voice all too well, and it brought with it some unpleasant memories, but he pushed them to the back of his mind and said: “it’s a crab.”
Samuel was certain he had seen this type of crab before but could not put a name to the image. Samuel was sure he had read about them, watched a documentary, or attended a lecture, but he could not remember. Ultimately, he decided to drop it for now and see if the answer would come to him.
Tamara kept staring at it as though she believed it would pounce if she took her eyes off it for one second.
“Is it dangerous?” she asked, her voice hushed to ensure the creature did not notice her.
Samuel sighed and answered: “it’s a crab, Tamara, unless you happen to be a nematode then…”
Samuel paused mid-sentence as his brain finally connected the dots and asked, “Wait, you have never seen a crab before?”
This perplexed Samuel for a moment until he remembered that Tamara did not have a television, a car, and she could not fly a plane, so it was not unexpected that she would not know what a crab was.
Tamara shook her head in response to his question, and Samuel added: “you know what a woodlouse is, right?”
Tamara nodded and said, “I like woodlice.”
“Well, a crab is just a type of woodlouse that lives near water,” Samuel concluded.
However, he could tell from her face that she was unconvinced, so he got off the rock, walked over to the tiny creature, wary of its pincers, and picked it up by its backside.
“What are you doing?” Tamara called in alarm.
Samuel held the animal, its legs flailing wildly in an attempt to escape, and said, “showing you there is nothing to be worried about.”
Taking care not to crush it, Samuel clambered back up the rock and presented the animal to her. Tamara stared at it for some as the crab bobbed its eye up and down and tried in vain to find a part of Samuel it could nip.
“It’s actually kind of… cute,” Tamara said after two minutes of silence.
She relaxed her tail and let it rest on the beach once more. “Can it hold it?” She asked Samuel, fear being replaced by interest.
“Of course, you can. Just make sure you hold it by its back and be careful of the pincers; if they get you, it will hurt.”
Samuel handed the crab over to her and watched as Tamara began to inspect the animal from every angle. The crab had a white underbelly and purple joints.
“You think you could draw it from memory?” Samuel asked.
“Hmm?” Tamara replied. Samuel let out a sigh and repeated. After three more attempts, Tamara finally took notice and said, “Yes.”
Five minutes later, Samuel said, “we should probably put him back now.”
Tamara moaned about it, but Samuel said: “he has his own life, Tamara; you can’t keep him!”
She conceded, grumbling under her breath, and gently placed the animal back on the sand. As the crab dashed away, the two noticed that while they had been fixated on that single crab, thousands more had emerged on the beach.
Upon seeing the swarm of animals make their way across the beach, Tamara let out a squeal and once again pulled her tail up off the beach. The army of crabs marched along the shore. The collective walking produced a sound loud enough to hear from fifty metres away, and at last, Samuel remembered what they were and said, with no small amount of satisfaction in his voice, “they’re soldier crabs.”
“What are they going to do?” Tamara asked, concerned by the sudden appearance of so many creatures.
Samuel kept staring at the gathering, but he heard her question and replied, “They’re just feeding,” and added quickly, “But we are far too big for them.”
“That's odd,” Samuel said under his breath.
“I know there are so many of them,” Tamara said, deeply unnerved by the sheer vastness of the swarm.
“No,” Samuel said, “There should be this many of them; it’s where they are that is strange.”
Tamara momentarily took her eyes off the army and asked, “So where should they be.” There was a slight flicker of fear in her voice at the prospect of being invaded; rats and mice where bad enough. They did not need another pest.
“By the sea, not a freshwater lake,” he answered.
“The Sea?” Tamara almost yelled. Samuel was a little surprised by this enthusiasm and turned to face her.
“Yes,” he said.
“Have you ever been to the sea,” she asked.
“Yes, many times,” Samuel said, uncertain where this was going.
“I bet it’s wonderful,” Tamara added with a smile.
Samuel was silent as his brain connected a few dots and asked: “how can you know about the sea if you don’t know about crabs?”
She smiled; Tamara enjoyed it when she knew something that he did not, “there is a story that my mom told me that before we came to this forest, we were a different people that lived by the sea.” Tamara paused for a breath.
“But then humans came and drove us from the water, and we fled inland. Our people split into two. One half went to the mountains, and the other settled in the forest.”
Tamara finished and waited for his reply. Samuel, however, just kept looking at her. Tamara was concerned that she had upset him; he did not like it when humans were labelled as the enemy, yet his face and posture were not those of one who was sad or angry.
“You people blame us for everything, don’t you?” Samuel said with a chuckle.
“If there is a fire, it’s a human’s fault. If there is an earthquake, it’s a human’s fault. If a little Boreray boy drinks all their apple juice in one gulp, it’s a human’s fault.”
“So, getting back on topic, where did these “Soldier crabs” come from anyway? We have visited this lake for over two years and never seen even a glimpse?” Tamara asked. Samuel looked back to the slowly advancing army, and several ideas flashed through his head.
“Maybe they have been dormant up until now; perhaps they make a large circle around the lake shore, and it’s simply luck that we were here on the day they passed by, or maybe the migrated here from somewhere else.”
They watched the crabs' ceaseless march until Tamara said, “These things are still giving me the creeps. Can we go now?” Samuel could not argue that there was something eerie about all of these animals appearing, seemingly, from nowhere; however, there was still one thing he had to be certain of.
“You think you could draw one from memory?” he asked.
Tamara’s face contorted in a scowl. Samuel, for all his good points, could become far too focused on his research, which often caused him to become ignorant of other people.
Yet she knew sitting here yelling at him would accomplish nothing, so she told him the truth: “Yes, can we go now!” Samuel nodded and then slid off the rock. Tamara copied him, and they both slinked back to the cover of the trees.
Now that she was beneath the canopy, Tamara let out an enormous sigh of relief as the anxiety slowly left, and the close air warmed her body. On the other hand, Samuel began to chafe at the stagnant air while his head began to bead with sweat, but it was nothing he had not experienced before, so he gritted his teeth and bared with it.
With their plans now ruined, Tamara and Samuel wandered aimlessly through the woods, chatting about what they could do to fill the rest of the day. Several ideas arose, including visiting a nearby waterfall and a set of monument stones, but none truly appealed to them.
In the end, Tamara said, “how about we just call it a day?”
Samuel was happy about this. Tamara was his only form of human contact, yet he could not deny the pointlessness of wandering around the woods, so he said, “Ok, but let’s take the long way.”
Samuel heard a sound above him and saw a red squirrel scampering through the trees.
“Is it difficult?” Tamara asked.
Samuel looked at Tamara and replied, “Well, it can give me a crick in my neck sometimes.”
Tamara let out a short laugh and clarified, “No, I mean, is it difficult being so inquisitive? It looks exhausting.”
He was not entirely sure what she meant by that. To Samuel, Tamara was every bit as curious as him, so he stated: “you tell me, you went out looking for me just because you wanted to know.”
“True,” answered Tamara, “and everyone has always said that I am always asking questions, but you’re like a boar that just ate sugar beat.”
“I have no idea what that means,” Samuel said, shaking his head. “But I do know that people always told me, when I was a boy, that humans are, by their nature, infinitely curious, but personally, I think that it’s just how I was born.” there was a pause, and he quickly added, “just like you.”
Tamara’s fingers started to numb as she brushed them against the bark of passing trees. She took a good look at the trees around her. Tamara had lived her entire life sheltered by these trees. This place was her home, her family’s home and her friend’s home, and she loved it, a perfect example of the innate beauty of nature.
Samuel, however, was of a different opinion this forest disturbed him, though this feeling had diminished with time. The trees all grew in perfect symmetry, four and a half strides form each other.
From Tamara’s perspective, there was nothing strange about this, yet Samuel often said that this should not be possible, that the wood should be a mess and that the trees should grow in an unorganised fashion. Yet to Tamara, the idea of messy forests was just as impossible as a structured one was to him.
Noon came and went, and Samuel’s stomach began to rumble. His breakfast was becoming a distant memory; he thought he might be able to bear it for another hour or so, but as they travelled closer to the village, Tamara started to become irritated by Samuel’s constant growling.
“We need to find you something to eat before that sound drives me nuts!” Tamara stated bluntly.
“That’s all well and good, my dear, so long as you can materialise food out of the aether,” answered Samuel, with just a hint of condescension in his voice.
Tamara did not know what the aether was, but it did not matter. “No, but I do know a nearby tree with some great fruit in it,” she replied.
Samuel found this strange for two reasons. Firstly, he found it very difficult to believe there was a source of food in this forest that either he had not found, or Tamara had not told him about yet.
Secondly that, Tamara would know much about something she could not eat. Tamara was strictly carnivorous; she ate nothing but meat.
He wanted answers fast and asked: “So why haven’t you told me about this before?”
“Because I can’t stand the smell, that’s why, and I didn’t want you stinking up the place,” she explained.
“If it smells disgusting, what makes you think I will eat it?” he asked.
“Because the Boreray can’t get enough of it, some of them say that they taste like all the best parts of every fruit and vegetable we grow, which is a shame because they smell like all the worst,” she added.
He asked no more questions. He was too busy thinking; this fruit sounded so familiar, but he could not remember. The need to survive day in day out had pushed most of his standard learning, from school and university to the back of his mind, not forgotten mind you just buried.
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So, I've been thinking recently about TADC and it's implications. I did a little bit of research and came up with my own theory, though I don't know if others have thought the same and posted similar thoughts and theories.
Everyone knows that upon entering the Digital Circus, you lose your memory. I thought for the longest time on why that is. After reviewing the first episode and looking at the office in the "escape route" I noticed that all the computers are very old, though not as old as the one computer that Pomni looks at. This makes me think this show takes place in a research facility of sorts. Most research facilities use funding for research, not fancy computers. This facility must have the thought of some sort of end of the world scenario and is in search of an escape from the real world. Figured this would be the case as the irony in that would be something I feel the creators of TADC would love.
This company, looking for an escape from reality, thought of saving some of their employees in virtual reality. This is a true escape from reality. This company made the Digital Circus using AI to create a perfect escape world. A world where you could live forever and always have something do to. Though, not sure why they decided on the circus theme unless the circus theme was one of the many choices the employees could choose from, explaining why their aren't more people in the circus. The exit route that Caine uses in the game was modeled after the company building these players all worked in because it is easy to set up and download with photogrammetry.
I believe that Caine was the AI master of that specific digital world. An AI made completely in charge, which made the game possible to be manipulated and played for eternity. The NPCs were originally made by the creators of the game, until the AI Caine was able to learn how to make NPCs with the humans help from the other side of the computer screen. The screen that Caine couldn't see through known as the void.
Upon entering the Digital World a company mandated computer program or application hardwired into your brain erased your memory, though the longer you stay in the game the more the application worked and the more you end up forgetting, which is why Kinger has those memory laspes. The memory wipe is so you forget about the fact that the real world is about to end and you are in fact "being saved".
Long story short, putting on the headset is an escape from reality, though once in the digital world you become confused and want to escape from that digital reality. A side effect that no one thought about.
This is probably very wrong, but I want to hear your thoughts on the subject. This is just what my imaginative brain could come up with.

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A Brief Review of Trails of Cold Steel IV: Act Three- A Worthy Rivalry by inFalcom

Introduction- This feels like a major turning point for the series. The various revelations about the forces behind what caused the Hamel tragedy and subsequent war with Liberl that are so critical to understanding Sky, the various incidents in Crossbell that were both linked to and related to both Erebonia and Ouroboros' plans, and of course the mammoth, four game Cold Steel arc. There may be Reverie after this to contend with, but for all intents and purposes, this feels like the end of a major part of the series. On a personal level, having played each game in the series in order, essentially back to back, since I started Sky in November, this feels bittersweet. I have a post planned for after I finish Reverie that goes a little bit more into this, but suffice to say I feel like I've been on an incredible journey, and yet I still want more.
With all that out of the way, what do I think of the Finale of Cold Steel 4, Cold Steel 4 as a whole, and perhaps even all of the Cold Steel arc? Well, I might do a separate post about the Cold Steel arc, but... Cold Steel 4 is really good. In spite of some of its pacing, and the way it sometimes just flings stuff out there with little explanation and you don't hear about it again (sometimes it comes up again, sometimes it doesn't), I really enjoyed Cold Steel 4. I think it's my third favourite game in the franchise.
But first and foremost, some pros and cons for the finale.
Pros- -The Hamel sidequest Really nice, as opposed to the Crossbell sidequest which hinged on the least interesting member of the original SSS, it does a good job of (quite literally) putting the ghosts of Hamel to rest. The interactions between Ash and Joshua are great, and I liked how some of Loewe's residual spirit came back too. We'll never see him resurrected, but since this series has long established that residual conciseness stays behind (and also the existence of the beyond and Loewe's link to a sword made by its rules), it was was a nice little touch.
-The entire final area From the Salt Pales, to Tuatha de Danann, to the final fight with Ishmelga Loge, I could not have asked for a better send off to the Cold Steel arc. I think in general it was well paced- about as long as Azure and CS2's final dungeons- and the final area itself was designed in such an enigmatic yet fascinating way. The Liber Ark's still better though.
-McBurn What to say about McBurn? Arguably the most important lore dump we've ever gotten in the series, the stuff that implies the human he fused with *might* be Epstein, the stuff he remembered at the end seemingly relating to something the Grandmaster and Campanella did, and of course The Beyond and the 'Possible World'. Seemingly endless complexities and lore implications that both add too what we already know, and yet leave so, so many more questions. Here's my one. If Aidos truly didn't create the Beyond
then who did?
-Ouroboros I risk being controversial here, but I truly love Ouroboros' outing in Cold Steel, and this is a fitting send off, finally getting them in a position where they have to at least give a vague explanation for what they're doing that goes beyond 'it's all going to plan'- leaving a lot open, but also with more of a target for theories and ideas. I think it's made absolutely clear that their open nature as an organisation is entirely by design (of course helped by that final scene with the Grandmaster), and I can't wait to see what they do next.
-Earn Your Happy Ending There's a trope on TV Tropes by this name and. Yeah. After all the shit they've been through, Class 7 and Rean definitely earned this. It's a bit sappy, and perhaps a little bit too cheesy, but I don't mind it.
Cons- -Does everyone really need to speak? Whilst I like the finale as a whole, it felt like every time we were about to face a new boss, literally all of the 16 or so characters in the party had to chime in with the same line every time. It got old quick, and represents some of the sins of Cold Steels writing, where it can get pretty repetitive after a while.
-The Crossbell sidequest It was nice to see Diana MacDowell finally reunite with her daughter, and the stuff about the devil only targeting women is some pretty interesting lore, and perhaps a set up for future games (the Calvard arc), the same as quite a lot of the stuff from near the end of the game that didn't directly deal with the final bosses- but other than that the sidequest just didn't hit the mark I wanted it too. Again, it focused too much on the least interesting member of the SSS, and didn't do much of anything to make her more interesting. Shame really.
-That goofy portrait of you and your lover after the credits Did they need to make it any more obvious how tacked on the romance system in these games were? Couldn't even commission art that made it look like the other photos on Rean's desk, just a generic 3d rendering? Come on now lol. This is the most petty of petty grievances but it did stick with me.
Conclusion- This finale was great. It had a lot riding on it, but I think it managed to do good with what it needed to do. I'm certainly looking forward to Reverie, to see some things cleared up more, and to bridge the gap between the Crossbell and Erebonia arcs and the Calvard arcs, and whatever might come after it. However, there is still one more thing I need to do here.
Conclusion on Cold Steel 4 as a whole- A game of many faces. From the brilliance of Act One, Act Three and the Finale, some beautiful character moments and bonding events, to the somewhat mediocre Act Two, the romance system, and some of the story explanations as a whole, it doesn't take a genius to see why Cold Steel 4 is so divisive. Me I fall on the 'it's really good in spite of its issues' side of the divide. I think the curse is a good idea, if done better in other places (Fullmetal Alchemist for instance, with a very similar resolution in both cases), that isn't presented that well and thus might cause more confusion than if they'd spent more time properly fleshing it out.
Like I said, I think it's my third favourite game in the series, behind only Azure and Sky SC, and it deserves its flowers. That being said, I think there's a pretty sizeable gap between what I think of Azure and what I think of CS4, and I hope Reverie will rectify some of the issues I have with the game. It's been an honour to have your readership across the Cold Steel arc, it's been a mammoth task, especially with my reviews that I try and do each time I finish a section of the game, but I think it's been very worthwhile.
I'm probably jumping right into Reverie, but until then, I hop you enjoyed reading, and see you next time.

Hi! Currently my first time taking any OL course at TRU, and I was wondering what your experience was with Suzanne LeBlanc.
I've read ratemyprofessor reviews online about her, and it's genuinely appalling... is there any way I could get on her good side? I took this arts course to try and get a GPA booster, but it seems like that won't be possible.
Should I just drop the course and pick up SOCI1211 instead while there's still time?
PLEASE HELPPPPP

https://www.statnews.com/pharmalot/2024/05/14/amgen-lumakras-durbin/

A US lawmaker is accusing Amgen of “putting profits before patients” over its decision to continue marketing a high dose of a pricey cancer treatment instead of a lower dose that is less expensive and not as toxic to patients.
At issue is a medication called Lumakras, which is used to treat non-small cell lung cancer and which won conditional regulatory approval three years ago. At the time, the Food and Drug Administration required Amgen to run a trial confirming earlier test results, as well as a so-called post-marketing study to examine safety and effectiveness at different dosages, in order to gain full approval.
Last December, the agency determined the confirmatory trial was not acceptable and asked the company to run yet another trial, which must be completed by February 2028. Meanwhile, the company was allowed to continue offering a 960-mg dose of the drug, which the FDA originally did not believe was optimal, since a study released last October found its efficacy was similar to that of a 240-mg dosage.

ABOUT LUMAKRAS (sotorasib)

Lumakras was approved by the FDA on 28 May 2021 as the first treatment for adult patients with non-small cell lung cancer whose tumors have genetic mutation KRAS G12C and who have received at least one prior systemic therapy. This was the first approved targeted therapy for tumors with any KRAS mutation, which accounts for approximately 25% of mutations in non-small cell lung cancers. KRAS G12C mutations represent about 13% of mutations in non-small cell lung cancers.
The approval was based on the study of 124 patients with locally advanced or metastatic KRAS G12C-mutated non-small cell lung cancer with disease progression after receiving an immune checkpoint inhibitor and/or platinum-based chemotherapy. The major outcomes measured were objective response rate (proportion of patients whose tumor is destroyed or reduced) and duration of response. The objective response rate was 36% and 58% of those patients had a duration of response of six months or longer. Read FDA press release here, https://www.fda.gov/news-events/press-announcements/fda-approves-first-targeted-therapy-lung-cancer-mutation-previously-considered-resistant-drug/

Lumakras was approved under Accelerated Approval pathway and reviewed under Project Orbis, an initiative of FDA Oncology Center of Excellence, that allowed concurrent submission and review of marketing application by multiple regulatory agencies; besides FDA, the application was reviewed by UK MHRA, Brazilian ANVISA, Australia’s TGA, and Health Canada.
LUMKRAS DRUG TRIAL SNAPSHOT
https://www.fda.gov/drugs/drug-approvals-and-databases/drug-trials-snapshot-lumakras
NEWS —
https://news.bloomberglaw.com/pharma-and-life-sciences/durbin-writes-amgen-ceo-about-marketing-of-firms-oncology-drug
Durbin Writes Amgen CEO About Marketing of Firm’s Oncology Drug. Blooming Law. 10 May 2024.

Democratic Senator Dick Durbin writes Amgen CEO Robert Bradway over the company’s decision to continue marketing oncology drug Lumakras at an elevated dosage despite an FDA study showing the medication has comparable efficacy and fewer side effects when taken at a much lower dose. Durbin seeks an explanation of Amgen’s dosing, research and marketing strategy for Lumakras by June 10

It’s crazy how brilliant this album is. It somehow still feels underrated and has an arguement for being possibly thee best album - not just in grunge but possibly in the history of rock, or honestly all of music in general! The fact that it’s a tribute to Mother Love Bone’s Andrew Wood (vocalist and amazing piano player) - with a few former members and all of future Pearl Jam since Matt Cameron eventually became the full-time drummer - just makes it an album formed completely from the heart and full of soul. This band was literally the polar opposite of a cash grab opportunist band. Apparently the band just wanted to make music in a stress free manner with little expectations, and boy did they surpass any that may have been placed upon them. Saying that even feels like a heavy understatement!
The fact that the project’s lead vocalist was a very close friend of Wood’s in Chris Cornell - who also died tragically - makes it even more touching. Side note, but Jerry Cantrell if AiC was supposedly very close to Wood and obviously Cornell as well. Wood permanently left his mark on the Seattle scene a year and a half before before it even became mainstream, and if you listen closely you can tell every bands’ sound - musically and lyrically - got quite darker following his untimely passing. I don’t think that’s a coincidence.
When he heard the tragic news, Cornell initially wrote two songs in the heavenly (no pun intended) Say Hello 2 Heaven - cleverly released as a single - and the unbelievably EPIC Reach Down. The former is a beautiful, bluesy song which passionately shows Cornell’s full vocal range and beautiful lyricism. Reach Down is simply put, one of the greatest and most epic songs in existence. Eleven minutes long with a guitar riff that is bone-crushing and very likely the best solo I’ve ever heard, especially when you consider McCready’s headphones flew off about halfway through the recording it - forcing him to sort of “wing it” (lol) without having a backing track to hear. Not one second of the song fails to capture one’s attention - which is nothing less than astounding considering the length of it. Cornell could’ve stopped there and had an epic dual single or even an EP considering he already had be nearly 20 mins (17 minutes and 37 seconds to be exact) material! This easily could’ve been all that was written… but then fate intervened in the best way possible!
Former Mother Love Bone rhythm guitarist Stone Gossard and bassist Jeff Ament - primary songwriters for MLB and earlier in Green River (another legendary grunge band) - wanted to collaborate with Cornell to put themselves in position to write and play music before the time off caused them to get rusty with playing or songwriting. With this in mind, Cornell wisely enlisted the other soon-to-be Temple of the Dog musicians (Gossard, Ament, Mike McCready and Matt Cameron) and a masterpiece was about to be born!
The album’s lead single, Hunger Strike, is a brilliant piece that features a fresh and truly immaculate young voice from San Diego in the incredibly charismatic Eddie Vedder, who was actually auditioning for Gossard and Ament’s new band that you may have heard of (Pearl Jam). The story goes that Cornell - hard to believe - was having trouble hitting the lows as he wanted them to sound and Vedder simply took the mic and naturally delivered the vocals exactly as Cornell had wanted them to sound! I think it’s safe to say Vedder passed his audition with flying colors due to his incredible power, elegance and charisma (and quickly developing song-writing). The song’s drop D tuning and the darker sounding post-chorus riff give it a very proper grunge edge. Say Hello To Heaven and Hunger Strike quickly became staples of ‘90s radio stations worldwide.
Digging deeper, Pushin’ Forward Back (the third single) and Your Savior combines Mother Love Bone’s street rock approach with Pearl Jam’s more serious hard rock sound. The former features a powerful rhythm guitar riff, soaring lead riffs, Cornell’s finest vocals and the best backup vocals you could ask for from Vedder. Skipping ahead to track eight, Your Savior provides some extremely impressive (and aggressive) drumming, guitar tracks and again Vedder’s unmistakably brilliant sounding backup vocals that could not complement Cornell’s lead vocals any better! This is definitely a favorite among favorites for myself, and perfectly follows the track Wooden Jesus in my humble opinion.
Call Me a Dog and Times of Trouble are, without doubt, two of the most beautiful ballads I’ve ever heard. The former slowly builds up momentum with lovely piano playing and a quieter guitar that seemingly gets louder as the song goes on until it reaches a crescendo, as the bridge hears Cornell belting out some seriously high lead vocals and then McCready blazing through with another divine solo! Times of Trouble is a very interesting piece of music to say the least. It was actually also used for Vedder’s auditioning as well as this albums in the absolutely alluring Pearl Jam song Footsteps, which had a more stripped down approach. Times of Trouble on the other hand features the music’s absolute full potential being unlocked with a more solid production, a more eventful buildup that includes gorgeous sounding piano and even a harmonica solo for good measure. This is blues rock at its absolute finest!
Wooden Jesus continues the beautiful ballad sound, with probably my favorite bassline of the album and adding another layer to the music with a what I believe is a very prominent and majestic-sounding banjo (if not it’s an acoustic) during the second verse and Cornell just absolutely owns it vocally on this track McCready’s criminally underrated guitar solo ties it all together perfectly. Four Walled World - along with Times of Trouble - captures Chris Cornell’s bluesiest sound I’ve ever heard on record, and the extended outro allows him to get some serious wails out along with another epic McCready solo. Four Walled World is a very strong track and gives me vibes of Pearl Jam’s soon-to-heard songwriting. In particular Four Walled World sounds sort of like precursor to Pearl Jam’s Deep. I’m not sure why exactly but they remind me of each other. Both have very bluesy riffs although Deep is definitely a harder edged track (love the phaser effect on it). But listening to it now it is more bluesy than I remembered for being one of the heavier Ten tracks. The main riffs are what sound similar to me.
All Night Thing is among the best album closers I’ve ever heard, settling the album and night with a beautiful ballad that feels a bit influenced by The Doors due to the use of an organ for the main melody (courtesy of the great Rick Parasher). I love that they went this route for the closing song. It makes me want to restart the album when it finishes so amazingly like that! This album has shades of Led Zeppelin all over it and I mean that in the best way possible. Heck even Chris Cornell and Robert Plant have very similar vocals imo and virtually identical vocal range at four octaves (although I’ve heard five for both as well) with the ability to croon or wail with the best - well they are the best lol.
The album is perfect from start to finish. Everyone served their purpose immaculately. Every single note, chord, lyric / vocal on this album feels perfectly placed. From the opening tracks that Cornell penned as soon as he heard the tragic news to the full on blues rock of the middle to the end of the album. I love the Mother Love Bone flavor to many of the tracks - particularly Pushin’ Forward Back and Your Savior imo. All Night Thing is among the best album closers ever in regards to softer gentler closers, which also includes Mother Loce Bone’s Chloe DanceCrown of Thorns (Shine EP and Apple - but without Chloe Dancer for the latter for whatever silly reason as both together created the “Stairway to Heaven of gen X”). Also including a piano - again courtesy of Rick Parasher - in a few songs was absolutely poetic being that it was Wood’s instrument of choice. I just wish he could’ve been the one playing piano on a Mother Love Bone and Soundgarden collaboration where they still somehow find Eddie Vedder and Mike McCready. If this album shows us anything, it is that tragedy can often sparks a passionate flame that otherwise cannot be equaled. Mind Riot by Soundgarden is further proof in this particular case.
Also my other picks for best softer album closers - so excluding all harder songs, or this will go on forever lol - plus closing with a gentler song I’ve always preferred as it feels like the albums way of saying “goodnight” which the first of these songs I’m going to list literally does! Jane’s Addiction’s Classic Girl (Ritual de lo Habitual), Pearl Jam’s Release (Ten), Pearl Jam’s Indifference (Vs), Alice In Chains’ Over Now (Tripod), Nirvana’s Something in the Way (Nevermind), Led Zeppelin’s Tea for One (Presence), Aerosmith’s You See Me Crying (Toys In The Attic) Aerosmith’s Home Tonight (Rocks).
Thank you to those who took the time to read my review of my favorite album of all-time! Rest in Peace to the great musicians / producers and human that were Andrew “Andy” Wood, Chris Cornell and Rick Parasher (producer for Temple of the Dog’s eponymous album and Pearl Jam’s Ten). You will all live on forever through your incredible music and be forever loved! Thank you from the bottom of my heart ❤️

Today's anniversaries are:
2007

• Dance Gavin Dance - Downtown Battle Mountain (Rock)
  
• Megadeth - United Abominations ()
  

2013

• Red Seas Fire - Exposition (Metal)

2015

• Spectral Lore - Voyager (metal, ambient, electronic, space music, Αθήνα) Read our review.

2017

• Carl King - Grand Architects of the Universe (metal, dweezil zappa, marco minnemann, mark borchardt, mike keneally, morgan agren, music, prog, sir millard mulch, thomas lang, travis orbin, virgil donati, Los Angeles)
  
• Master Boot Record - 486DX (metal, alternative, avant-garde, black metal, chiptune, chiptunes, classical, cyberpunk, death metal, doom metal, electronic, experimental, industrial, progressive metal, rock, synthwave, Rome)
  
• Reversal - Finding It and Losing It (electronic, experimental, bass music, indie, jazz, Montreal)
  
• Somnium nox - Terra inānis (atmospheric black metal, black metal, metal, post black metal, atmospheric post black, experimental, hardcore, heavy metal, noise, post hardcore, progressive metal, sludge metal, thrash metal, Sydney)
  
• Ühtceare - La inexorable amargura en la existencia (Demo) (atmospheric black metal, metal, ambient black metal, industrial, Buenos Aires)
  
• Why Oceans - Inmost Dens of Emilie (soundtrack, ambient, cinematic, classical, film, instrumental, melancholic, post rock, post-rock, postrock, Macao)
  
• 嵯峨岚山 (Cuó'é lán shān) - Demos (metal, progressive rock, instrumental, progressive, progressive metal, Beijing)
  

2018

• Azeotropes - Azeotropes (free jazz. improvised music, jazz, Metz)
  
• Chris Pitsiokos Unit - Silver Bullet in the Autumn of Your Years (experimental, avant-garde, free funk, free jazz, funk, improvisation, jazz, noise, noise rock, New York) Read our review.
  
• Claret Ash - The Great Adjudication (atmospheric black metal, australia, black metal, claret ash, metal, chaos, Canberra) Read our review.
  
• Forest of Grey - Crypsis (metal, black metal, blackgaze, cascadian black metal, post-metal, psychedelic, Seattle)
  
• Forgotten Silence - Kras (metal, art, avantgarde, death, progressive, rock, Brno)
  
• Leviathan Owl - Love for the Other (progressive rock, rock, alternative rock, berklee college of music, instrumental, instrumental rock, math rock, post rock, post-rock, United Kingdom) Read our review.
  
• Shishko Disco - Shishko Disco (jazz fusion, neo-rock, world, gnawa, world fusion, Berlin) Read our review.
  
• Timōrātus - The Great Mortality (black metal, christian, metal, concept, concept album, death metal, doom metal, grindcore, husband and wife, multigenre, storytelling, Louisville)
  

2019

• Green Milk from the Planet Orange - Third (alternative, hardcore, heavey metal, heavy metal, progressive rock, toyko, hardcore, math rock, Tokyo)
  
• Incipient Chaos & Defenestration - Terre noire & Genocidal Heresy (black metal, death metal, metal, ambient, traditional music, Angers)
  
• Lynxx - The Home of the Headhunter (electronic, ambient, experimental-electronic, fantasy, field recordings, soundscapes, soundtrack, synth, tape, Pittsburgh)
  
• Robert Landfermann, Ingrid Laubrock, Achim Kaufmann, and Tom Rainey - Topaz (experimental, jazz, contemporary, free, improvised music, Köln)
  
• Ruby My Dear - Phlegm (breakcore)
  

2020

• Auto Kat - Elements of Music (jazz fusion, electro-jazz)
  
• Berried Alive - Fuego (metalcore)
  
• Binary Code - Mementō morī (progressive metal)
  
• Christian Rønn & Aram Shelton - Multiring (modern jazz)
  
• Ciolkowska - Психоделия (Psixodelija) (psychedelic rock)
  
• Crazy Doberman - Illusory Expansion (free jazz)
  
• Dinosaur - To the Earth (modern jazz)
  
• Dumb Waiter - Tsk (math rock, jazz fusion) Read our review.
  
• Eishan Ensemble - Afternoon Tea at Six (modern jazz)
  
• Grindboy Advance - Blastbeat Hyper Combo Finish! (cybergrind)
  
• Heron - Time Immemorial (doom metal)
  
• In Common - 2 (modern jazz)
  
• Infant Island - Beneath (blackgaze, post-hardcore)
  
• Iscle Datzira - Turu (experimental jazz)
  
• Kamasi Washington - Becoming (jazz, soundtrack)
  
• Lucas de la Rosa - Sunlight Highlights (progressive metal)
  
• Lucian Ban, John Surman, and Mat Maneri - Transylvanian Folk Songs: The Béla Bartók Field Recordings (modern jazz, folk)
  
• Moses Sumney - Græ (art rock, pop) Read our review.
  
• Muga - Chants de femmes des Asturies (folk) Read our review.
  
• Neige morte - ⅠⅠⅠⅠ (black metal)
  
• Patchwork - Patchwork (contemporary classical)
  
• Pattern-Seeking Animals - Prehensile Tales (progressive rock)
  
• Pilori - A nos morts (blackened grindcore)
  
• Sebastien Ammann's Color Wheel - Resilience (experimental jazz) Read our review.
  
• Sixth Circle - Pacified / Conjuring (darkwave)
  
• Sophie Min Orchestra - 선구자 (Seonguja / Bellwether) (jazz fusion)
  
• Tim Stine Trio - Fresh Demons (modern jazz)
  
• Time Bomb - Frozen Meat Conspiracy (mathcore)
  
• Tithe - Penance (blackened deathgrind)
  
• Tropos - Axioms / 75AB (avant-garde jazz)
  
• Иван Гребенщиков (Ivan Grebenščikov / Ivan Grebenschikov) - Sense and Sensitivity (contemporary classical)
  
• Катерина Зяблюк (Kateryna Zjabljuk / Katherine Zyabluk) - Borders Make You Grow (modern jazz)
  
• 大友良英 (Ōtomo Yoshihide) & Chris Pitsiokos - Live in Florence (experimental jazz)
  

2021

• Button Masher - Super Song Force (pop, chiptune)
  
• Joel Kent - Paper Dragon (nu prog)
  
• Panopticon - … And Again into the Light (atmospheric black metal)
  
• Radiant Knife & Woorms - Split (post-metal)
  
• Rïga - Amorphée (experimental electro)
  
• The Strangement Society - Radio Pulsars (avant-garde jazz)
  
• 陳陽熙 (Chan Teruki) - Seven Compositions from 上水 (Shàng shuī / Sheung Shui) (progressive rock)
  

2022

• Ben Woods - Dispeller (indie pop)
  
• Cosmic Epiphany - Labyrinth (progressive metal)
  
• Jannis Sicker Septett - Ages (modern jazz)
  
• Martin Küchen, Agustí Fernández, and Zlatko Kaučič - The Steps that Resonate (free improvisation)
  

2023

• Mystery - Redemption (progressive rock)
  
• Scud - Ⅲ (hardcore)
  
• Мор (Mor) - Стужа (Stuža) (progressive black metal)
  

So let’s say theoretically in hyperspace that either or both of the Wii games gets remastered and ported to the Switch (1 or 2). How would you guys feel if everyone got a makeover like shown here with Xenoblade? I would very much like high res people models (as charming as the og are), although maybe not a cartoony anime-esque look. Some of the animals can also use a makeover. I found a California sea lion today, and yikes.
Source: https://gbatemp.net/review/xenoblade-chronicles-definitive-edition.1415/
Side note: idk how I’d feel about using the Switch controls, especially with Blue World and the whole danger mechanic. I started a new save using the classic controller (I gave up lol), and it was a struggle. That might just be skill issue though and/or the controller is “very well used.”

Hi everyone!
My doctor has prescribed me venlaflaxine 37.5mg for my PMDD. I am 4 days into taking it and most of the physical side effects have disappeared.
I'd love to hear if anyone has had positive stories or experiences with it? I've seen all sorts of positive reviews for people with panic disorder or GAD, but haven't really found anything specific to PMDD.
I don't really want to read negative stories please - I'm already anxious enough and trust me, I've read loads of horrors already! But my doctor (who I trust) and I decided this would be a good thing to try, and I'm looking for positive lived experiences of other people to help me manage the anxiety of being on an SNRI.
Thanks!