Emo dog names for a male

Edit: sorry for the clinical formatting. I posted to askvet first. IYKYK.

• Species: dog
• Age: 2 y/o (Born 3/30/2022)
• Sex/Neuter Status: male/neutered at 12 months
• Breed: Mini Aussie, Border Collie mix
• Body Weight: 33 pounds
• History: adopted at 3 months from a rescue, litter was reportedly surrendered by an Amish farm, received all necessary shots and procedures, socialized at dog parks (starting at 4 months) and daycare (starting at 1.5 years)
• Clinical Signs: aggression and anxiety?
• Duration: anxiety starting around 6 months, aggression starting around 1.5 years
• General Location: Michigan

Cheddar's disposition has always been energetic and anxious. He is hyper around people other than me (running back and forth, jumping up on people and furniture, and insisting on pets/attention) and absolutely annihilates my apartment (single-handedly blew my chances of getting a deposit back) if left alone outside of his kennel. Until recently, those were my only concerns.
He used to be exceptionally (in my uneducated opinion) "well mannered" at dog parks. Due to the fact that he has to stay in his kennel when I'm at work, we go to the park most evenings and I started sending him to a doggy daycare for one or two days a week. On his second or third visit, the daycare workers reported that he snapped at another dog and had to go in "time out" in the kennels. Now I get similar reports about every third day that he attends. They also report that he is the "fun police" (barking at dogs for playing) and humps, behaviors which I haven't witnessed myself.
Prior to starting daycare, I had never seen him be aggressive even towards aggressive dogs. He used to just roll over and show his belly when confronted. Since then, I have seen him snap at dogs at the park. Most of the time it's when a dog is in his space, but the most recent occurrence was at a puppy through a fence with absolutely no provocation.

• Bite One: Last Friday, we went to the vet. It was a very, very long wait and he was incredibly stressed (panting, whining if I stopped petting him for so much as a second, and occasionally snarling/barking at other dogs) for the entirety of the visit. When the vet was finally able to get to us, my dog let him examine his teeth, ears, and eyes, but snapped when he tried to touch his belly. The vet made the call to muzzle him for the rest of the visit.
  
• Bite Two: Today, I took him outside to go potty after I got home from work, and we ran into a very sweet, high-energy neighbor. Cheddar was already pretty excited and began jumping and running back and forth as the neighbor approached. When they went to pet him he snapped at her.
  

None of the bites broke skin, but obviously these behaviors are escalating. I've already emailed a veterinary behaviorist, but I don't know how long it will take to get him services, or even whether I'll be able to afford them.
I don't want my dog to be this distressed, and I definitely don't want him to hurt someone. What else can I do to help him?

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What dumb/out there/face palm worthy “grandparent name” did your parents/ILs choose? I’ll go first, my dad chose the name ‘Gocy’ pronounced “gock-ee”. It’s an acronym for ‘grumpy old cunt’ and the y is because he thought gocy sounded better than just ‘goc’. We are Australian so cunt isn’t anywhere close as offensive in most countries,most of the time anyway and can even be used as a compliment or a turn of endearment for a mate. Still, I didn’t think it appropriate for kids to use and offered many other choices but he was adamant. I gave in since we don’t speak often and see eachother even less, though he is trying to make more of an effort since last year. I have decided that if my son asks about it before he is a teenager I’ll just tell him it means grumpy old copper since my dad is a detective. I’m interested in hearing anyone else’s stories like this, and also betting that if any boomer male Aussie (especially if they self identify as a bogan) will at least consider using dad’s idea 😂.

• Species: dog
• Age: 2 y/o (Born 3/30/2022)
• Sex/Neuter Status: male/neutered at 12 months
• Breed: Mini Aussie, Border Collie mix
• Body Weight: 33 pounds
• History: adopted at 3 months from a rescue, litter was reportedly surrendered by an Amish farm, received all necessary shots and procedures, socialized at dog parks (starting at 4 months) and daycare (starting at 1.5 years)
• Clinical Signs: aggression and anxiety?
• Duration: anxiety starting around 6 months, aggression starting around 1.5 years
• General Location: Michigan

Cheddar's disposition has always been energetic and anxious. He is hyper around people other than me (running back and forth, jumping up on people and furniture, and insisting on pets/attention) and absolutely annihilates my apartment (single-handedly blew my chances of getting a deposit back) if left alone outside of his kennel. Until recently, those were my only concerns.
He used to be exceptionally (in my uneducated opinion) "well mannered" at dog parks. Due to the fact that he has to stay in his kennel when I'm at work, we go to the park most evenings and I started sending him to a doggy daycare for one or two days a week. On his second or third visit, the daycare workers reported that he snapped at another dog and had to go in "time out" in the kennels. Now I get similar reports about every third day that he attends. They also report that he is the "fun police" (barking at dogs for playing) and humps, behaviors which I haven't witnessed myself.
Prior to starting daycare, I had never seen him be aggressive even towards aggressive dogs. He used to just roll over and show his belly when confronted. Since then, I have seen him snap at dogs at the park. Most of the time it's when a dog is in his space, but the most recent occurrence was at a puppy through a fence with absolutely no provocation.

• Bite One: Last Friday, we went to the vet. It was a very, very long wait and he was incredibly stressed (panting, whining if I stopped petting him for so much as a second, and occasionally snarling/barking at other dogs) for the entirety of the visit. When the vet was finally able to get to us, my dog let him examine his teeth, ears, and eyes, but snapped when he tried to touch his belly. The vet made the call to muzzle him for the rest of the visit.
  
• Bite Two: Today, I took him outside to go potty after I got home from work, and we ran into a very sweet, high-energy neighbor. Cheddar was already pretty excited and began jumping and running back and forth as the neighbor approached. When they went to pet him he snapped at her.
  

None of the bites broke skin, but obviously these behaviors are escalating. I've already emailed a veterinary behaviorist, but I don't know how long it will take to get him services, or even whether I'll be able to afford them.
I don't want my dog to be this distressed, and I definitely don't want him to hurt someone. What else can I do to help him?

I just had the absolute realest dream I have ever had, and I’m convinced I was actually somewhere else.
My dream started with me waking up, everything was normal at first, I got up, went out into my living room and I noticed everything was different, I hadn’t been home for a couple of days so I thought my parents were doing renovations or something, I went to look for my parents but they were nowhere in sight, I looked around for a minute and decided that this has to be a dream yet I couldn’t control anything nor could I change what was happening, I decided to open my phone and look up ways to get out of this dream (I have been told and looked it up, no one is able to look at their phone in a dream, but I remember it clear as day). I couldn’t find anything on google about getting out of this, I went to my window and opened it and looked out, everything in front of my house was different and strange, it felt like I was in a different dimension or something, so I decided to investigate further, I looked around my house more and finally found someone, no one I have ever seen before, I asked who they were and they looked at me like I was insane and claimed they were my aunt, I then started to freak out, more people came in claiming to be my family but i didn’t know anyone, there was a dog that came up to me, a husky, and I looked at his tag and his name was Loki (Loki is the name of my actual dog, but he’s a german shepherd not a husky). I then went back on my phone trying to figure out what was going on, I looked at my calendar, the year said it was 1999, I then got a text from someone, it was someone I knew from a long time ago and it was very strange they were texting me, they sent me a video attachment of this edited video of what looked like a cultist meeting with my face edited on the leaders face, and in the video these people are about to murder someone, the someone they’re about to murder had my girlfriends face edited on theirs, at this point I close the video and start to really freak out, at that point my “dad” (the person claiming to be my dad, looked absolutely nothing like him) starts staring me down and says “This is where you are supposed to be, stop trying to find ways out of this”, I then ran out of the house trying to figure out where I was, at this point I don’t remember anything, I’m sure a lot of time passed but I don’t know how much, and then I was just awake, really awake, I’m writing this now a few hours after I woke up and I can vividly remember every single detail of everything, I can see the peoples faces, I can remember exactly what everything looked like in the dream, it’s like a new memory was added into my head.
I cannot wrap my head around any of this and I truly feel like something really weird just happened to me.

I just had the absolute realest dream I have ever had, and I’m convinced I was actually somewhere else.
My dream started with me waking up, everything was normal at first, I got up, went out into my living room and I noticed everything was different, I hadn’t been home for a couple of days so I thought my parents were doing renovations or something, I went to look for my parents but they were nowhere in sight, I looked around for a minute and decided that this has to be a dream yet I couldn’t control anything nor could I change what was happening, I decided to open my phone and look up ways to get out of this dream (I have been told and looked it up, no one is able to look at their phone in a dream, but I remember it clear as day). I couldn’t find anything on google about getting out of this, I went to my window and opened it and looked out, everything in front of my house was different and strange, it felt like I was in a different dimension or something, so I decided to investigate further, I looked around my house more and finally found someone, no one I have ever seen before, I asked who they were and they looked at me like I was insane and claimed they were my aunt, I then started to freak out, more people came in claiming to be my family but i didn’t know anyone, there was a dog that came up to me, a husky, and I looked at his tag and his name was Loki (Loki is the name of my actual dog, but he’s a german shepherd not a husky). I then went back on my phone trying to figure out what was going on, I looked at my calendar, the year said it was 1999, I then got a text from someone, it was someone I knew from a long time ago and it was very strange they were texting me, they sent me a video attachment of this edited video of what looked like a cultist meeting with my face edited on the leaders face, and in the video these people are about to murder someone, the someone they’re about to murder had my girlfriends face edited on theirs, at this point I close the video and start to really freak out, at that point my “dad” (the person claiming to be my dad, looked absolutely nothing like him) starts staring me down and says “This is where you are supposed to be, stop trying to find ways out of this”, I then ran out of the house trying to figure out where I was, at this point I don’t remember anything, I’m sure a lot of time passed but I don’t know how much, and then I was just awake, really awake, I’m writing this now a few hours after I woke up and I can vividly remember every single detail of everything, I can see the peoples faces, I can remember exactly what everything looked like in the dream, it’s like a new memory was added into my head.
I cannot wrap my head around any of this and I truly feel like something really weird just happened to me.

Hello everyone. My name is Sam my last name isn’t really important..what IS important is my account of everything that has led me to my current situation which will be below in the threads. As I type this I can feel their eyes on me every move i make they follow….let’s begin..
May 1st
I work a pretty simple job I’m a high school janitor I pick up shit I sweep floors and clean the cafeteria after the always messy lunches. At this point I’m finishing up doing just that sweeping up crumbs and stepped on mashed potatoes absolutely destroyed crinkle cut fries the average bs that this job entails
Typically I wait until the students and other staff have left the cafeteria to clean in peace and so I don’t have to hide that I’m wearing earbuds and listening to music today was no different
As I swept up some crumbs from under the cafeteria tables…I saw it.. at the time I couldn’t really register what I had seen but now….now I know what it was before the rest of the events that followed after at least
What stood and the intersection of the hallway and the cafeteria clutching the edge of the connected walls was a small figure cloaked in shadows…no more like made of them…it..it almost seemed see through…that may be why it hadn’t registered in my mind that it was there…regardless of that I still felt as though I was being watched…needless to say I left that hallway to be last on my list to clean for the day.
Even when I did clean it I kept looking over my shoulder expecting something…anything to be there at times it felt like I had just missed my stalker at others it felt as though I’d been looking in the wrong place…nothing else but that sensation of being watched followed me home even on my long drive there nothing no sign of it.
May 4th
By this time I’d registered what I saw three days prior and now it felt as though it had gotten more carefree in letting me see it…I only say letting me because now i know I was never in control of when and how i saw it…this day taught me that lesson
I had finished cleaning early and in doing so I earned myself a break and by break I mean sitting on the toilet in the employee bathroom and smoking while watching tik tok … I’m aware how that sounds but hey when you got em smoke em right?
Anyway….as I sat there taking the occasional hit and making sure to fan the smoke detector so it wouldn’t go off or just entirely holding in each hit I gave a few chuckles at a few videos before I was struck again with the feeling of being watched…now prior to this I had seen it a couple more times
It’d pop up around corners I had yet to reach or just out of my periphery but it always remained either several feet away never much closer….
You can imagine my surprise when i looked up to see one of the ceiling tiles ajar and there it was peeking through it wasn’t until now I noticed it may not have had many features but it’s one indistinguishable one were the grey almost blue eyes it peered at me with….for a moment I was stuck suddenly conscious of my breathing it was a struggle to even it out before i realized it wasn’t EXACTLY fear I was experiencing at that moment…the cold realization that the only time i felt afraid is when my eyes left its gaze the fear spike when i did so….
I was stuck for a moment…my heart pounding like a dum in my ear almost deafening…in one quick burst of self preservation I ran to the door it seemed surprised by my sudden movement I guess I’m not as active as I’d like to think…
It followed me through the ceiling I could hear its apparent claws clack against the ceiling tiles like a dog’s claws on a wooden floor.. that sound followed me through the rest of my day while cleaning…
When it was time to leave and go home I saw no trace of it again…the sense of something watching me however stuck with me throughout the night I kept peering out the window because I felt as though if I didn’t…it might creep in…
To be continued…I have to go

* Species: Dog * Age:6 years * Sex/Neuter status: Spayed Female * Breed:Rat Terrier * Body weight:12#
* History: For the past few months we have been dealing with what we thought was an UTI. She has never had any illnesses or UTI's in the past. Vet gave her 2 rounds of antibiotics. Each round seemed to have good results but came back
* Clinical signs: * Duration: February - prescribed Floxacillin ?? UTI Symptoms went away. Late March, bacteria found in Urine Sample and was given Cephalexan Sp?? UTI seemed to go away. Mid May - Now, Been oozing puss from Vagina and a rancid smell. Male brother keeps licking and inspecting and seems concerned. This is new for him. Female is in good spirits , still trying to kill everything in site. Was lathargic for a few days but no fever.
* Your general location: * Central Ohio
Links to any test results, X-rays, vet reports etc. that you have: Went to new Vet for 2nd opinion. I didnt feel other vet staff at vet I have had for 20 years was being very attentive or even cared really. Like they were too busy. Anyways New vet ran urinalysis, pulled urine from inside for a separate urinalysis and sent to lab. Nothing. No bacteria, no white or red blood cells,nothing odd is showing up. He now wants xrays and/or a scope.

So I am trying to see if there is a way to do this...
I have a variable called people that is a list that contains numerous dictionaries of random data:

people = [ {'name': "Daniel", 'age': 29, 'job': "Engineer", 'pet': "Cat", 'pet_name': "Gato"}, {'name': "Katie", 'age': 30, 'job': "Teacher", 'pet': "Dog", 'pet_name': "Frank"}, {'name': "Owen", 'age': 26, 'job': "Sales person", 'pet': "Cat", 'pet_name': "Cosmo"}, {'name': "Josh", 'age': 22, 'job': "Student", 'pet': "Cat", 'pet_name': "Chat"}, {'name': "Estelle", 'age': 35, 'job': "French Diplomat", 'pet': "Dog", 'pet_name': "Gabby"}, {'name': "Gustav", 'age': 24, 'job': "Brewer", 'pet': "Dog", 'pet_name': "Helen"} ] 

What I am doing for this exercise, Is i need to add any person who is under the age of 28 and who owns a cat, to the variable "cat_owners". cat_owners is assigned to None. I was wondering, is there a way to not have to add the first part to my for loop? The "if cat_owners is None: piece? Is there a way to write this where I can create a list and append the person to the list, even when the cat_owners is None type?
If cat_owners was an empty list, my code would simply solve my problem. But I can't figure out how to first create the list, then append to it. Is this below the best way to do it?

from ast import Is cat_owners = None # for loop goes here for person in people: if cat_owners is None: cat_owners = [] if person['age'] < 28 and person['pet'] == "Cat": cat_owners.append(person['name']) print(cat_owners) 

In the intricate dance of human-canine relationships, the act of naming a dog is akin to selecting the first brushstroke on a canvas—it sets the tone for the masterpiece of companionship that will unfold. From the whimsical "Rover" to the dignified "Lady," each name holds a key to understanding not just the dog, but also the intricate bond shared with their human counterpart.
The process of christening our furry friends is a blend of art and science, infused with personal anecdotes and cultural influences. It's a decision that carries weight, as it shapes not only how we perceive our dogs but also how they perceive themselves within the family unit. For some, the name reflects the dog's physical attributes or breed lineage, while for others, it's a nod to a cherished memory or a beloved fictional character.
But what's in a name? More than letters strung together, a dog's name becomes a beacon of identity—a verbal fingerprint that distinguishes them in the vast sea of barks and tail wags. It's a tool of communication, enabling owners to summon their companions with a single syllable and forge connections through shared experiences and adventures.
Moreover, the significance of dog names transcends the boundaries of the home, infiltrating public spaces and social circles. In dog parks and neighborhood sidewalks, names serve as icebreakers, sparking conversations among strangers bonded by their shared love for canine companionship. Whether it's a playful "Fido" or a sophisticated "Sophie," each name carries with it a narrative—a window into the unique personalities and quirks of our furry confidants.
In recent years, the art of naming dogs has undergone a renaissance, with owners opting for increasingly creative and unconventional monikers. From pop culture references to puns and wordplay, the possibilities are as endless as the wag of a tail. Yet, amidst the sea of trendy names and Instagram-worthy hashtags, the essence of naming remains unchanged—a testament to the enduring bond between humans and their faithful canine companions.
Related>> Dogs and names
As we embark on this journey of companionship with our dogs, let us remember the significance of the names we bestow upon them. Let us cherish the stories behind each syllable, for they are not just labels but chapters in the tale of love, loyalty, and laughter that we share with our four-legged friends. So, the next time you call out to your furry companion, take a moment to savor the magic of their name—a melody that resonates with the echoes of countless memories and the promise of countless adventures yet to come.

In the vast tapestry of human-dog relationships, few threads are as significant and personal as the names we bestow upon our beloved canine companions. From the regal "Max" to the playful "Bella," each name carries a story—a narrative of the bond between human and hound, and a reflection of both the dog's personality and the owner's sentiments.
The process of choosing a name for a dog is often a deeply introspective journey. It's a decision that can be influenced by myriad factors: the dog's breed, appearance, behavior, or even the circumstances of their arrival into our lives. Some draw inspiration from their favorite literary characters, historical figures, or places of significance. Others opt for names that evoke emotions or memories, ensuring that each call to their furry friend resonates with meaning.
But beyond the sentimental aspect, there's a practical dimension to dog names as well. A clear and distinct name is essential for communication and training. Dogs, being highly responsive to vocal cues, quickly learn to associate their names with specific actions, commands, and forms of affection. A well-chosen name not only fosters a stronger bond but also facilitates effective communication, ensuring that our four-legged friends can seamlessly integrate into our lives as cherished companions.
Furthermore, names can serve as a form of identity, both for the dog and the owner. In a world where dogs are increasingly considered part of the family, the name we choose for them becomes an integral part of their identity, reflecting the love and care they receive. It's not uncommon to see personalized dog accessories adorned with their names, from collars and tags to beds and bowls, further solidifying their place as valued members of our households.
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Moreover, the significance of a dog's name extends beyond the boundaries of the home. In parks and streets, dog names become a form of social currency, opening avenues for conversation and camaraderie among fellow pet owners. A simple exchange of names can lead to friendships blossoming between humans, facilitated by the wagging tails and playful antics of their furry counterparts.
In the end, whether we choose a classic moniker or a unique creation, the names we give our dogs are imbued with a profound sense of meaning and connection. They become more than mere labels; they become symbols of the enduring bond between human and canine, weaving tales of love, loyalty, and companionship that enrich our lives in countless ways. So, the next time you call out to your furry friend, remember the story behind their name—a story that speaks volumes about the extraordinary relationship you share.

I know our type is notorious for having an eye for aesthetics, and I was wondering if any of you guys fit into a specific subculture or “aesthetic,” because I realized I really don’t.
Someone asked my best friend about how I dress when she mentioned me to them (because she’s emo but doesn’t have a whole lot of emo friends) and she told me she couldn’t even describe it. All she could think to say was it’s “not basic.” But she’ll see things at the mall or online and automatically think that I would totally wear that.
I think it’s kind of cool, like I have my own little aesthetic that’s just a mix of everything I’m into, and even though it doesn’t really have a name, it’s totally distinguishable from other people. And I was wondering if anyone else is the same way and pioneered their own little aesthetic or even way of life.
Side note: I know people’s little subculture groups go beyond dressing a certain way obviously (like the music you listen to, the hobbies you take up, and even the attitude you might have) but for argument’s sake, I’m focusing on personal sense of style, because everyone has to wear clothes (lol) and it’s probably the most convenient form of self expression. And also the most noticeable to other people who haven’t had an interaction with you.

I (19F) have been wanting to change my original name for a few years now to a similar one my sister (36F) wants to change to. I announced this to my family, that I was changing my name as it was a beautiful name and I have been eyeing it for a while now. Little did I know, my sister wanted this name but spelt differently. (Won't disclose this name to keep me and others safe.) I thought it'd be okay since our names meant different meanings, and I just chose my name by what felt right to me as I'm a genderfluid presenting person and wanted a name that can be male and female and the name I chose is a good fit. The past few months my sister and her husband has been degrading me, calling me a bad person for "stealing" her name, and basically making me feel horrible for wanting to change my name. My sister, being pissed off raved about how "I'd change it anyway" and dropped the topic. This topic was dropped for a few months until today. My sister confronted me about it in the car on the way home from a diner trip asking what would happen once she changes her's. I told her I didn't know, as I sincerely didn't know what I'd do then, as my sister is a very toxic person (she's done way worse than complain about me taking a name), and her husband told me I "did a very bad thing." I was hurt and confused at this, as all I did was choose a name for me other than my birth name that felt right to me. For the past few months I've felt hurt and wondered if I actually did something wrong. I was hoping I could get a opinion, as since I'm still kind of young and not good with social cues due to my autism, I actually wonder if I did something wrong and just can't tell. Am I the asshole?

I named this little guy, "paté". He's a male cat and is pretty mild mannered, but will defend himself when other males try to fight him. He showed up for dinner yesterday with a MASSIVELY swollen cheek. I was freaking out because I thought he may have been bitten by a venomous snake. Today the swelling has completely gone down, but it looks like he got a little chunk of his cheek bit off. I'm assuming it was a cat fight, because he was matted down with saliva and had another small wound on his stomach.
He's a bit skittish, but let's me pet him now. Is there anything that I can do from home to treat this wound? Or should I just leave him be and let it heal on its own? I don't have the money to take him to the vet. Here's a couple of photos of the wound. Poor little boy.

Dogs have been cherished companions to humans for centuries, and in a country as diverse as India, the spectrum of canine breeds reflects the rich tapestry of its culture, geography, and history. From the majestic Himalayan mountains to the sun-kissed shores of the Indian Ocean, each region boasts its own unique breeds, each with its own distinct characteristics and roles in society.
One of the most iconic Indian dog breeds is the Indian Pariah Dog, also known as the Desi Dog or the Indian Native Dog. This ancient breed has adapted to various climates and terrains across the subcontinent, making it highly resilient and versatile. Known for their intelligence, loyalty, and agility, Pariah Dogs have been faithful companions and dependable watchdogs in rural and urban settings alike for generations.
Moving northward, we encounter the Himalayan regions, where the majestic Tibetan Mastiff reigns supreme. Renowned for its imposing stature and protective instincts, this formidable guardian dog has been bred by nomadic tribes for centuries to safeguard livestock from predators like snow leopards and wolves. With a thick, weather-resistant coat and a dignified demeanor, the Tibetan Mastiff embodies strength and resilience in the face of harsh mountainous terrain.
In the western state of Maharashtra, the elegant and graceful Rajapalayam holds sway. Originally bred by the Nayakar dynasty for hunting purposes, these sight hounds are known for their speed, agility, and keen senses. With their striking white coat and pinkish nose, Rajapalayams are not only prized for their hunting prowess but also revered as symbols of loyalty and nobility.
Venturing further south, we encounter the charming Mudhol Hound, also known as the Caravan Hound. Native to the Deccan Plateau, these sleek and muscular sighthounds are renowned for their speed and endurance, making them formidable competitors in traditional coursing events. With their keen sight and lightning-fast reflexes, Mudhol Hounds have earned a special place in the hearts of hunters and dog enthusiasts alike.
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Of course, no discussion of Indian dog breeds would be complete without mentioning the lively and affectionate Indian Spitz. Despite its name, the Indian Spitz is not a spitz breed in the traditional sense but rather a distinctive Indian variety descended from European spitz-type dogs. With its fluffy coat, foxy face, and cheerful disposition, the Indian Spitz has become a beloved family pet in households across the country.
While these breeds represent just a fraction of the diverse canine population in India, they serve as testament to the deep bond between humans and dogs that transcends boundaries of geography, culture, and time. Whether as loyal companions, steadfast guardians, or skilled hunters, dogs continue to enrich our lives and remind us of the enduring power of friendship and companionship.

So as the title says I have a very close female friend, and it's her birthday in a few months. I was thinking about what to get her and I was looking for stuff that symbolizes friendship, and I almost always saw something called a Claddagh ring mentioned, which is often used as a friendship ring. And I honestly really liked the look of it.
I saw other stuff that was decent aswell, but I always ended up thinking that the Claddagh ring was better tbh. So after looking at many options of gifts, I decided to order a Claddagh ring. It's gold plated since she likes gold colored jewelry, the heart has her birth month stone in it, and her name is engraved in the ring.
At this point I should probably mention that she does have a boyfriend (20M). I've met him a few times, but we're just acquaintances. And I also want to make it perfectly clear that I have no romantic intentions with this ring, my friend is very near and dear to my heart, but I'd never try to "make a move" or whatever, this is just a platonic gift, but I'm worried it won't be thought of as such.
We're both freshmen in the same college class. And we've become very close friends in that short time we've known eachother. I also want to say that I've never really had many friends, especially close friends, so maybe that'll help explain why I bought this gift. Having a friend means quite a lot to me, and I feel like one of my only good traits is that I'm loyal to my friends and to people I hold dear, and I consider myself extremely lucky to have a close friend. I've bought my close male friends' gifts for their birthdays before, but I've never really had a close female friend, so I didn't think that getting a ring would be that insanely odd. And I legitimately wasn't aware that rings are that special, obviously I know that they often have romantic connotations, but I genuinely thought that just making your intentions clear was enough, but now I'm worried it's not.
Obviously I know that giving her a ring might be odd or weird, but I honestly just want to give her a nice gift that symbolizes friendship, and as soon as I saw the Claddagh ring I just felt it was the right call.
But I've legitimately been stressing out so damn much over the past few days that maybe I'll ruin our friendship or make things weird or awkward, and at this point I don't know what to do. I've ordered the ring so I can't just tell them to take it back.
I've thought of a few "solutions" but none of them are that great tbh:

1. I feel like I could maybe tell her in advance about the ring, or atleast tell her that I got her a gift that is just meant to be a platonic gift.
   
2. Or I could give one of our mutual female friends the ring and ask them if they could gift it to her, but I feel like that would also be weird.
   
3. Also, I know that some people wear necklaces with rings, so maybe I could make it into that. But I don't know if this would make it any less odd.
   
4. I could also hold on to the ring and wait until next year maybe, I don't know what this would accomplish aside from giving me more time to stress about this, but it's a thought.
   
5. Or is it just best to do what I planned from the start, and give her the ring, and just tell her that it's completely platonic when I give it to her.
   

I feel like I'm inconsiderate or selfish for buying this right now, and I feel like I've royally f***ed it to say the least, but I just wanted to get her a nice gift, and now I'm stressing out more than I maybe should. I honestly don't know what to do at this point.
TL;DR: I have a very close female friend, and it's her birthday in a few months. I bought a Claddagh ring as a platonic birthday gift for her. I have no romantic interest in her, nor any romantic intentions with the ring, but I'm now worried it might be thought of as such. She does have a boyfriend, we're just acquaintances. Obviously I know that giving her a ring might be odd or weird, but I honestly just want to give her a nice gift that symbolizes friendship. I've legitimately been stressing out so damn much over the past few days that maybe I'll ruin our friendship or make things weird or awkward, and at this point I don't know what to do.

There was another thread that discussed how we can get judgemental over bookshelves, I said something about it just being a shelf for my books, and it got me thinking.
I've really got no reason to be acting aloof. I'm actually just as bad. I recently moved all my books to another room, and didn't really have time to arrange them properly, but I still didn't just throw them on the shelf randomly.
All my dog eared philosophy books from college are in a prominent place. I feel they nicely offset the groaning shelves of Warhammer 40k books. Look at the spine on Discipline and Punish, just bask in that living proof that I have read Foucault! That one spine covers up for around 10 space marine books on its own.
I've also got the entire Malazan series right at eye level. They look good all lined up, and I am somewhat proud of having gotten through the whole series as it's notoriously dense. Plus it's a bit of a trap, some unsuspecting fool may ask me "What are all these books?" And then I get to bore them to tears by discussing aspects of the series for an interminably long time.
But once I had everything up on the shelves, I did spot a Jeremy Clarkson book and quickly whisked it away to a bottom corner somewhere. It was "I know you got soul", and it's a garish yellow colour with his name in a huge font on the spine. It's not a bad book, to be honest. I got it for Christmas once, and I had to read it because I always feel guilty when someone buys me a book and I never even open it. I'm not sure it's fair to say I'm exactly embarrassed about It, but it just doesn't really belong with the rest of the books. It's clearly our of place.
So what's your embarrassing/out of place book that gets relegated to the bottom shelf?

I am a 15 year old male and my classmates are complete idiots.
my life has been going downhill for some years now. first my grade became worse, then I had to move with my family to another town and with that lost my 4 best friends.
at my old school my classmates called me names because of my tick (I have Tourette Syndrom).
then I finally made some friends, a boy and a girl in my class who like fantasy stuff like me.
at first things we’re normal, I just ignored my rude classmates and han out with my friends at school. then in 9th grade right after summer vacation my class and one of our parallel classes made a class trip to a hotel (which to be honest looked more like an institute for mentally Ill people).
so just before summer vacations a girl transferred to our class.
the girl had some traumatic experiences and only attended two classes a day.
well my friends became friends with the new girl and so did I.
we’ll returned out she was really weird And did some really weird stuff too.
well at the trip I distanced from my friends which who after the trip I never reallay talked to.
but without me they seem happier anyways. My two friends knew each other since first grade while I transferred just a year ago.
we’ll skip ahead two years from that. my class wasn’t ripping on me anymore and I just did school stuff instead of hanging out with friends at school.
well today I went to the food shop and bought a cup of cacao. when I walked down some stairs I slipped and my cacao fell out of my hands. the cup shattered and the cacao was everywhere On the ground. hen I stood up, I noticed that I had cacao on my fingers and since the cacao just shattered seconds ago and I have a strong stomach, so I simply licked the small drop of cacao of my fingers.
that was a mistake because a classmate saw this and in 15 minutes we’re able to spread the rumor i just liked spilled cacao of the floor. i knew arguing won’t help in any way since the boy who saw this was the most popular boy in our class.
when i sat down, the teacher left the room, after which one of my classmates stood up and threw my water bottle in my face. im not the guy who punches people since I don’t wanna live with the consequences so I just did nothing, after which I just put my water bottle back into my school back. then I realised I took the water bottle of the same classmate that spread the rumor. the classmate then said quote „oh no (my name) touched my water bottle I may get aids if I touch that“
that obviously doesn’t make any sense since I don’t have aids and that not how aids gets transferred but my class screamed in disgust anyways.
after class another classmade told me he „doesn’t tolerate me on this world anymore“
so after school I seriously thought about ending it all, to teach my classmates a lesson. i decided not to, i have a younger sister and I can live with the fought that my sister would be traumatised.
i am actually pretty strong but as I said I don’t go around beating up people.
so now I’m thinking, am I the jerk for wanting to end it because of some stupid bullying or are my classmates the jerks?

~First~
A Scion of Many Worlds
Observer Wu was not sure about this next call. There had been rumours, rumours stories and absurdities from first to last. But this was one he would need to investigate thoroughly. He steels his face to a neutral position as the call goes through.
“You’re on a drone observing. I am working.” Is the first thing that comes through. A voice simultaneously deep but accompanied with a chorus of tingling bells. The image shows an enormous figure that appears to be primarily composed of shimmering white fur looking over the 3D model of a building as he directs things through the air with his right hand. Support structures, beams and building materials all soar at his direction and quickly slam themselves into place to quickly construct a large structure. “I am capable of speaking as I work, so if you have questions then ask them.”
“I am Observer Wu from Earth. I am looking for Mister Blue.
“I am one of the Blues.” The enormous figure states. “Jasper Blue, also Emmanuel Skitterway.”
The camera zooms in before something white catches onto it and it’s forced back. “Apologies, the drone is not of the best quality.”
“I would assume that a... God Emperor would have better?”
“I am directing these resources into infrastructure. Things like this sewage processing plant will not build themselves and the components that the camera drone requires are better spent ensuring that pathogens are kept out of the water, or that a medical scanner has appropriate redundancies.” Emmanuel replies as the panelling to the outside of the building start attaching itself at his direction and they’re quickly left with a solid looking structure with numerous tanks to the side.
“Alright the building is finished! Painters! Have your way with it!” He calls out and numerous people rush up with decorating supplies. “There is more for me to do. While many of the relief ships arrived with prefabricated buildings there was an unfortunate and nearly universal blindspot in their considerations.”
“Which is?”
“That while the world is settled by many respects, it was at a late iron age level at best, borderline tribal in other areas. Sewage treatment and sanitation concerns like that are simply not in their proper place. Every major and minor settlement requires a massive overhaul of it’s infrastructure in order to bring the living standards up to even industrial levels, let alone galactic levels.” Emmanuel states.
“This seems rather menial for someone ostensibly in charge of an entire planet.”
“Delegation. I have any communications and status updates relayed to me through that pursuing drone, it’s a hand’s free system, so while it is not always at one hundred percent satisfaction it allows me to lead while I also work. After all, many of the legislative concerns can be easily taken care of by my numerous assistants, but only a handful of people have the sanitation know how and willingness to work and put together sewage containment.”
“A little demeaning for one worshipped as a god.”
“I am a Primal. I’m going to be regarded as such whether I indent a throne with an ever widening rear or gunk out sewer lines, and of the two only one of them actually makes things better.” Emmanuel dismisses.
“Really. Yet you’re still not getting dirty.”
“I could do things less efficiently to look like I’ve been working hard, but honestly it’s all in the Axiom. The truth of the matter is that sewer work with even just a small amount of technology is more boring than dirty.” Emmanuel states before turning, the camera turns with him. It now shows where an entire army of workers are installing the pipes and systems for a proper sewage network. “Still, not bad eh? One year ago this place was an abandoned wreck of a smaller city. The population all but mind controlled by a group of religious fanatics who convinced them to abandon their homes and any dignity. They’ve come a long way since.” Emmanuel states.
“Have they?”
“This was the Greenstone Alliance Territory, a breakaway state from The Empire of Miru. To them the cannon was the military innovation rocking the nation.”
“I see...”
“Now they get air conditioning, indoor plumbing, heating in the winter, canned food for the leaner months, telephones to speak with their loved ones over a distance, radio for alerts and entertainment and far more.” Emmanuel states as he indicates an antenna being set up.
“All that?” Observer Wu remarks. “You seem a little... involved for a supposed god.”
“There are two so called gods on this world.” Emmanuel replies. “I, who have personally conquered much of it, wheeled and dealed with other nations and proved myself as warrior and leader both, and Yserizan. Yserizan is either the mother, grandmother or great grandmother of at least a quarter of the world population.”
“And your relationship to this Yserizan?”
“One of my wives. Our union was also a unification of Lablan as a single strong point on this world and...”
“What’s this?” A new voice asks and the camera reorients to a young woman with glowing golden hair.
“Just a camera drone, nothing to be concerned about.” Emmanuel states.
“Oh. So it’s watching us?”
“Yes.”
“And the image of the person on top of it?”
“The person watching.”
“Who is he?”
“Observer Wu.”
“And why is an Observer needed?”
“Do you recall whenever Earth or the Origins of Humanity are discussed?”
“A little? Every time I seem to get a little bit more education it just lets me see how much more there is.”
“Oh that’s very normal.” Emmanuel replies.
“If I may be introduced?” Observer Wu asks.
“I am Empress Zaviah Enlightened Luxen Divine Ascendant, ruler of Miru Reborn.”
“Miru Reborn is?”
“One of the largest empires upon Lakran. Consisting of Central Miru, The Greenstone Territories of Northern Miru and The Goldlands Unification of Southern Miru. Our population is primarily Erumenta of all types, but other peoples are of course welcome.”
“And what brought about this rebirth?” Observer Wu asks and his eyebrows go up as Zaviah points right at Emmanuel.
“Heh, guilty. Everywhere I turned the planet seemed to just be full of more and more problems that needed to stop sometime ten years ago and no one else was available. So I did the best I could.”
“And then broke armies, nations and all known limits upon people.”
“All presently known limits, what I did is only impressive when it’s weighed in that I started with only Horace’s memories and didn’t even understand how an Urthani body fully worked at the time.” Emmanuel states.
“Yes. I read that report. It was absurd.”
“It was accurate. We have all the parties involved to attest for it here on planet if you care to speak with them.” Emmanuel notes as he checks a device and nods. “All right, next is...”
“Break.” Zaviah tells him.
“Excuse me.”
“Grandmother has given ME the authority to force you into rest father!” Zaviah says with relish in her tone.
“She wouldn’t!”
“She has! If I see that you’re working too hard I can tell you to stop.”
“You do know she legally has no such authority over me right?” Emmanuel asks pointing a diamond plated claw at the comparatively tiny Erumenta who’s grinning widely at this.
“Yes, but she’ll be so disappointed that her little boy isn’t taking care of himself anymore even though he promised to and...”
“It was a mistake working so hard to make the two of you friends.” Emmanuel says in a note of false despair. “Just a moment I’ll instruct the work crew on the next few communities to proceed without me.”
“That sounds like work.”
“A text to go with Plan B rather than Plan A is not work, it’s good manners.” Emmanuel protests and raises an eye ridge as a much smaller girl tries to glare him down. “Are you sure you want to put so much force into your day by day interactions while...”
A tiny dark shape slams into Zaviah to the Erumenta’s audible protest as Magrica starts gushing about how cute it is for the little girl to finally have some grit in her gut and how she’s going to braid her hair and take her monster hunting and get her a battleaxe to go with that attitude...
Emmanuel turns to the politely puzzled Wu and shrugs.
“Motherhood does amazing things to some women. Magrica was much more openly fierce before, but she decided that all my children, adopted and otherwise, were hers to teach and nurture into proper warriors.”
“And how did she take the fact that you are technically the step parent of a quarter of the world’s population if what you told me about Yserizan is correct?”
“She has an entire squadron of Nagasha she’s training to be monster hunters. It’s actually going pretty well. The Jungle Nagasha are really appreciating it more than the other types, but the few Cloud Nagasha they have as scouts and aerial reconnaissance are fully embracing the role.”
“And how are you taking to... godhood?” Observer Wu asks his eyes penetrating.
“It grows more comfortable unfortunately.”
“Unfortunately.” Wu repeats. Not questioning, but certainly prompting.
“I’ve had to put aside my own prejudices in the matter. Humans have a bad track record with self proclaimed gods and messiahs. Too many fakes and too many holy wars. To say nothing of the cults, witch-hunts and the like. And Urthani would follow any number of faiths, but the divine figure was either some kind of Divine Truth, a more abstract theology, gods that embody concepts or something animist for the most part.”
“Did you look to The Nagasha for a better example?”
“I did, and that’s what caused me to grow more comfortable with the title. Primal Nagasha aren’t worshipped in the way humans would a prohet or saint. Seeing them as nigh infallible. No, a Primal Nagasha is simply the very best that a Nagasha can be and it can neither be stopped nor denied. While most of them are indeed leaders to follow, authorities to obey or the sources of philosophy to accept, they are not regarded as unquestionable or infallible.”
“And that is what helped?”
“It is. I was terrified that someone would misinterpret me, either honestly or malevolently, and cause immense damage in my name. A crusade to cull any politician that isn’t in the military through fire and steel, or an Urthani Colony deciding that they deserve the entire world and since not only have the strength now, but a god of their own, that they are righteous in slaughter... I had several kinds of nightmare when I let my mind wander.”
“And?” Wu prompts.
“I had a conversation. An important one with an important person. She helped me put everything in perspective. But she’s not the type to appreciate too much attention. So she’s requested I keep things quiet. But, I can say that she is an authority on the subject. And she had a fair amount to say.”
“So you’ve spoken to other so called gods of the serpent people.”
“Primal Nagasha, and yes. One has arrived already, she lives her life as quietly as she can. Another is soon to arrive. The first wanted my measure, the second wants to ensure that as a more militaristic Primal that I’m up to standard as she calls it.”
“Oh?”
“I’m part of the smallest stable demographic in the galaxy. Primals. Apparently we’re a very self policing people.”
“So in other words, you’re more a celebrity in multiple fields than some object of worship?”
“Closer to actual worship than celebrity worship I’m afraid. Still, it’s not mindless, and those that are looking for an excuse... well they’ll find another one if it’s not me. At least if someone’s trying to use my name to do something horrible it means I have all moral authority to let them know how stupid such a thing is.”
“I suppose that is an upside to an insane cult deciding that it wants to go on a rampage in your name.”
“But that’s just the thing I really had to internalize, if they’re going to do that, then they’re going to do it and I’m just their excuse. They’ll find another if I’m not available. I’m responsible for the example I set, the actions I do and the things I say. I am not responsible for how they are interpreted.”
“Interesting. Still, is there a reason you’re sharing this in particular?”
“I figured the most distressing thing that Earth would consider about my situation was my rise into divine stature. A powerful soldier can be understood, a powerful politician or businessman can also be understood, but someone being regarded as a god can not be understood within a positive context thanks to the rather terrible history of such on Earth.” Emmanuel says.
“That... is an interesting concern. However, you do not think your conquering an entire world to be a bad thing?”
“Considering that it was basically in unending war, competition and self sabotage? Yes. You see, this world was suffering over an unending brain drain due to the fact that all male colonists were lost in the initial crash of the colony ship. There were surviving males, but they were in stasis and could not be retrieved. The method that was used to ensure there would be a future population was flawed, intended as an emergency stopgap. But they didn’t have the means to move past it. So it was used over and over again. This world was nearing the breaking point.”
“And that justifies conquering it?”
“When the nation states are tearing themselves apart through mindless pride? Scheming for the sake of scheming? Or are outright predating the other states? Yes, yes it does. To not intervene would have killed, far, far more people.”
“So you justify things by saying that thye will thank you some day?’
“They thank me now.”
“And it’s sincere?”
“Yes, considering that I’ve had a woman weep with relief at getting something as simple as a pair of glasses, or another outright beg for her child and herself to be healed of the degeneration they’ve suffered. How can I consider it anything but sincere?” Emmanuel asks.
“Oh? Who are you speaking with?” A new voice asks before a massive serpent woman slithers into Wu’s field of view. Her hood is fully flared out to reveal her as Lady Yserizan as she regards things. “A human friend?”
“An Observer from earth, they’re struggling to believe all the things they’ve been told.”
“Considering some mornings I wake up scarcely believing how my life has changed for the better I don’t blame them.” Yserizan notes happily. “Still, is there anything this... Observer wants to know in particular?”
“In particular I want to know many things. I’m just saying my first hello and listening to whatever anyone wants to say to me. I’ll be visiting that world before I return to Earth so make of that what you will.” Observer Wu says.
“Of course, it might be interesting to show you the temple my daughters made for me.”
“I will admit, receiving a tour of a living god’s temple from the god themselves will be a new experience for me.” Observer Wu admits.
~First~ Last

I know how this may sound and also know that if my sister ever see this she won’t talk to me again but I need to know it I’m being unreasonable. I’ll try to be straight to the point and not lie about anything, pardon me if still ends up being a little long. Also sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language.
Me (27 female) and my sister (30 female) moved to US almost six years ago as exchange visitors. I’ll call her Sara, fake name.
Four years ago, after jumping from host family to another host family, Sara ended up moving to Portland, I was leaving in Tacoma so we would see each other sometimes. She met a guy, John (36yo male) and started going out with him. I believe they hung out for about a year, but never serious. He always told my sister that he would never have anything serious with her. Aparantly he was recent divorced and was still attached to the ex. When I told my sister I was moving to Colorado, she decide to move too and changed to another host family, living 1 hour away from me . Everything was going good, we used to hang out almost every weekend, she was taking care of herself, going to gym, even meeting knew people. Until the day that John started to message her and me on Facebook bagging me to help him get back with her. I never helped, told him that he didn’t value her and now she moved on. But God, was I wrong? This man showed up to my sister host family house, uninvited, and the host family (on their right to do it) got very upset that a strange had their address and kicked her out of their house, causing her to not complete the last months of exchange.
I always hated that, hated the fact that I know my sister shared the address, the fact that she fell for his bullshit again ruining what she had. My host family allowed her to live with us for 1 months and then she moved to Texas to live with him.
Fast forward 3 years, they both live together in Texas, my sister became miserable, she doesn’t take care of herself, has no career, work two jobs, pay all the bills by herself (she claims she’s being paying everything by herself for only 6 months) but me and my family know it’s longer than that. I tried to tell her once how she deserves better and she didn’t talk to me for weeks and said I was dead to her. I get it, I should leave it alone, she’s an adult. But hurts me seeing someone lose so much potential in someone else that is not worth it.
Here are some other points it makes me hate their relationship:
He’s unemployment status: he’s constantly “looking for jobs” never stick long enough to it and when he’s unemployed he’s always sleeping or watching Anime.
He doesn’t help at home, my sister works 60 hours a week and when get home the dishes are dirty and he’s telling her how he’s hungry. What????
His anger issues: he thinks that is ok to beat people. And the only reason he don’t do it now is because he avoids to go out, to bars, to drink, tell my sister what to wear so he “doesn’t have to lose his temper with any men”. Like, control yourself.
He was arrested twice. Once, him and his fucked up ex wife had a fight because one she cheated on him and second she pinched their daughter, because of that he slaps her gets arrested. Second arrest was because he got upset about a man “calling him a bitch” over the phone and he searched this man from bar to bar and beat the man very bad. And both of this he told my fiance since my sister try to hide that he has issues.
Every time my sister almost opened her eyes he would come up with some bullshit about how he was planning to propose and after she came back he would say he’s not ready for marriage. I saw that as god sign for her to leave before making the mistake to get married, but unfortunately she did.
He has two kids that was not raised by him because of his arrests, the kids had a hell of childhood because of the abusive mother too, but instead of be present in their life now, nope. He’s not. His son has physiological issues and he tells everyone his kids is a psychopath. Instead of be a dad and try to help his kids, he shits on them.
He’s jealousy, my sister became another person. She used to dress pretty, had a beautiful and healthy body, loved makeup, going ou, having friends… now my sister is 15kg heavier, dress covering herself, never wear any top or shorts in the gym… I heard him once telling her the she promised him to not wear shorts and top at the gym. ?????
I don’t think my sister will ever have a comfortable life because is always her working, he’s already 36yo. I don’t think she should settle for such shitty life.
Last one, my sister is slowly becoming him, she has no career yet, is working at dentist office front desk (no problem with that) but she has a degree, experience, why she’s not working on her career?
Now I’ll say, the only thing that makes me guilty is because he had a very hard childhood, mom with drug issues, abusive step dad, poverty and that I can sympathize with. But this doesn’t mean he’s a good husband.
I know I probably should just leave her alone and she’ll open her eyes eventually, but men how do I love this girl. We grew up so close, we have each others back, I know how big her heart is and how good of a person she is. Her only issue? Not racional, her heart speaks for her and I’m afraid she’ll live this shitty life forever. Now part of the reason may be because I’m selfish and just don’t want to be linked to their mess, I’m actually embarrassed every time he talks about his life. After my engagement party where a lot of people me them, I had to hear comments about “how bad he talked about his kids”, “he seems like someone that doesn’t like to work”… and I just hate being linked to that.
Am I wrong for constantly telling her to leave him?

I won't disclose its actual location, so if that's why you're here, sorry to disappoint. It's not time for that yet. However, I do think it's time to start getting the word out. I've noticed an increase in what I'll call "Antennas" lately, or people who can detect cross-planar phase shifts. Without getting into all the math (some of which I don't even know), this is basically a phenomenon which refers to entropy seeping into our universe from other realms or universes or whatever you want to call it. Simply put, people think our universe is a closed system to entropy, meaning that the disorder of any variable in our universe can only increase or decrease in direct proportion to other variables in that same system (the universe). Under this precept, we can establish rules like the Laws of Thermodynamics, and for most people, they're effective. But not for Antennas.
Put another way, if you throw a bunch of bouncy balls into a box, there are a number of different configurations that the balls could take on, with different speeds and magnitudes. You can calculate all of those if you have the right numbers. Now let's say you throw in another set of balls that you don't consider in your calculations of the initial set. Well, then you're not going to get an accurate picture of what's happening. Most people only see the first set and calculate based on that, but some people can see two, three, four or more sets.
You'll understand the concept better when I tell you the story, but I wanted to give you a primer on an important concept that will help you understand why this place, which I'll call "Area X", exists, and what the goals of the people who work there are.
Also note that I'm going to be using the alias "Trent" moving forward. Please refer to me as such in any direct messages.
***
Eighteen years ago I started working as an independent Home Inspector. I dropped out of community college after my first semester (not because I didn't find some of the subjects interesting, but because deference to a man or woman has never been my style) and started working some odd jobs. I did construction work for a couple years, then plumbing. I even drove a garbage truck for six months. I've always found pleasure in using my hands, and getting dirty was never a problem for me. Still, having a boss really dragged ass, so I spent my free time working on creating my own business. It took a few years and lots of savings, but I finally managed to get basic set of Home Inspection equipment: Tyvek coveralls, a cheap half-face respirator, voltage & AFCI/GFCI testers, CO2 and radon monitors, an IR camera, and telescoping mirrors in addition to the boots, safety glasses, electric gloves, ladder, and toolkits I already had on hand.
My buddy at the time was in the business, but he was moving off to the coast, so he helped me get set up and even introduced me to some of his clients. Of course, by that time I had already gotten my State license, but I still was a bit apprehensive to work with insurance agencies. I thought I could make a living working independently, inspecting for mold or sizing up a house for a prospective buyer. Eventually, though, I realized I should probably take every job available to me.
Easing into the business went about as well as it could have. The clients my friend referred to me were very satisfied with my work, and I was able to retain them. Then, in order to increase my reach, I hired someone on Fiverr to build a website for my company which led to a marked increase in traffic and conversions. About six months through, I began to get on a first-name basis with the boys and girls down down at Allstate and Progressive, and they fed me some of the bigger cases. In fact, I got so booked by year's end that I had to hire someone to help manage my schedule and the Excel spreadsheet with all my finances. I capped off a successful year with a 5-star Google rating and a trip to Ireland to visit some family and friends and get piss drunk. When I got back, it was the grindstone all over again, until the summer when I discovered… well, you'll see.
First off, I want to say that I was never one to believe in the paranormal. I grew up watching the movies and hearing the ghost stories round the campfire like every other kid, but it never struck a chord with me. If I can't touch it or see it or hear it, does it really exist? Probably not. So don't go thinking this was a scared man seeing his own shadow. That being said, I had this sense that something was off about this house when I parked along the curb and looked through a large window, perhaps two times the size of my van, to a dingy, dark foyer.
The entire neighborhood was stacked with upper-middle class domiciles, though it seemed like only two thirds of them were occupied, mostly by professionals who commuted to the City every weekday, and the rest were empty. As a man who understands real estate, to say this was strange would be an understatement. Still, I had no problem appraising the mini-mansion for a couple of newlyweds looking to enter the community. I did some research on the property ahead of time, and it seems that it was owned by a couple of old timers who had gone off the grid some time ago. The water and electric bill were both unpaid dating back to 2004 (it was June of '06 now). The bank had repo'd the house (which only had about 100k left on it) and held it for a year and a half before putting it back on the market. I tried to find out more about the old couple who vanished, but there was nothing in the news.
I stepped out of the van in my coveralls and grabbed my suitcase which had my mask, gloves, and eye protection in it. I liked to do a preliminary survey first, running an eye test on the exterior then interior before bringing out the big guns (that way I could identify the areas where I think there could be problems instead of running a metal detector over the whole damn ocean seaboard). I was about to do just that when the window caught my eye again. It felt uncharacteristic of me to be so occupied with this window, but I detoured to the front porch and peeked inside anyway.
Most of the furniture had already been moved out, meaning all that was left was a single three-seater couch, a couple candlesticks on the fireplace mantle, a pristine chandelier overtop a dining room table, and the kitchenware: an oven, gas stovetop, marble countertops, and an island. I could see into the living room very clearly with the afternoon light, but the dining room was dim enough that there were a few structures I couldn't quite make out in the distance. One of them appeared to be some kind of china cabinet or bookshelf—I figured it was the former considering where it was located. The other shadow looked kind of like a grandfather clock. Or at least that's what I thought until it moved.
When I say it "moved", I don't mean to say that it picked up and walked away. If you're not familiar with the Necker Cube, I suggest you search it up, because that kind of illusion is the best way to describe what I saw. At first I was seeing the grandfather clock in a certain way—pushed into the corner of the room—and the next second my vision "corrected" and it was maybe five feet to the left of its former position. I shook my head and looked again and saw the grandfather clock in its second orientation, standing in the center of the room against the wall. I figured I was just seeing things, but even so I spent a little extra time dawdling around the Egress window, taking notes, and delaying the interior inspection.
When I finally grew a pair and went inside, I walked straight to the dining room. Sure enough, the grandfather clock was stowed away in the corner of the room. I spent a couple minutes watching it with my pencil and travel notebook out. I'm the kind of guy that likes to collect hard data when the chips are down. Unfortunately, the clock apparently already had enough fun and was content with sweating me. Oh, well.
I fitted my pencil behind my ear and pocketed my travel notebook, then flipped the rest of the first floor lights on and completed my prelim. I concluded that everything was pretty standard. If anything, the house was in better shape than I'd expect considering it presumably hasn't been lived in for a couple years. I say "presumably" because one can never count out squatters, even during those times. Mainly I was expecting more dust build up and cobwebs than there were. Perhaps someone from the department had come by recently. It's unlikely, but possible.
I did the same check upstairs and it came back mostly clean. There was a bit of staining near the attic I wanted to check for mold. Based on its color, it was probably just a minor case of Aspergillus, but better safe than sorry. Then I got to the basement, and, well, let's just count out the idea of anyone dropping by. I don't know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't what I found.
The first thing that caught my eye was the long, slender body of a birch tree lying pale and dead across a large portion of the even larger unfinished basement's cement flooring. I had to do a double take to make sure I wasn't dreaming, but, yep, there it was. Its crown was sealed up in the wall with only its trunk hanging out, which made me think of those medieval pillory devices which locked up people's heads and arms. Then confetti-scattered around the tree and all over the basement floor was a minefield of broken glass and ceramic tangled up with a set of random objects. And when I say random, I mean random. There was an unfurled Somali flag (the blue one with a single star in the center), some packaged drinks and condiments branded with all sorts of different languages (I could only make out Gaelic and Chinese or Japanese, I couldn't quite tell), a broken dome-shaped security camera, an otoscope (the thing the doc uses to check your ears), Hot Wheels cars (okay that one isn't so strange), and the list goes on.
At that moment, I wasn't freaked out or disgusted. I was more or less just confused. I started walking through the rubble, trying to avoid the sharp fragments but pretty confident that my steel toed boots would crush most the pieces anyway, when I heard a clink just up ahead. I was able to spot the coin in time, just before it jingled to a halt atop an old Life magazine. I picked it up and noted right away its oval shape and bronze color—clearly not American made. I tried reading it, but not only was the language not English, it appeared to be so old that most of the lettering had been filed down. I looked up at the ceiling to see if it dropped from a shelf, but there was nothing that could have been holding the coin. I considered for a moment, looking around at the other junk, and had the crazy idea that maybe all this stuff just appeared here. I popped the coin in my pocket and headed back to the van when I stopped by the tree and realized something. It wasn't a birch tree—it was a palm tree. I just didn't realize because of how ashy and decayed the bark was.
Now at this point you might think I've been acting a little nonchalant for such a strange occurrence, and I don't blame you, but if you're gonna stick around with me that's just something you're gonna have to get used to. I guess I was just born with a screw loose, but I really don't scare easily, and I tend to look at everything pragmatically. If you dig deep enough, you'll always find another plausible explanation. That being said, I do want to get to the part about Area X, so let me give you the rundown on what I learned about this basement.
I ended up trekking back to the van and picking up my gear. I was no longer running the routine inspection, obviously, but I figured I might as well throw 30 thousand dollars of scanning equipment at whatever the fuck anamoly existed in that basement. Most of it came back negative. There was a bit higher-than-usual EM interference as picked up on the voltmeters, but nothing that screamed danger close. Still, it was enough for me to set up my volt testers and IR camera while muddling through the rest of the junk. I won't bore you with another list of items, but I did find one thing of value: a diamond necklace. And not just any diamond necklace, it was one of those Queen-wearing, multi-row, big-jeweled necklaces like out of some Historical Fiction movie from the thirties. I almost didn't pocket it because I'm used to expensive items being owned by someone… someone who might want it back. But I figured if there was ever a place the finder's keeper's rule applied, it was probably in this Quantum graveyard.
7 O'clock rolled around and I hadn't eaten. I'm a pretty bulky guy, carrying my share of both muscle and fat, and most people think that means I need to eat a ton but that's really not the case. Mostly I just get dehydrated easily, especially in the summer. That said, I was bordering on famished territory and considered heading out for a bite when I heard another sound. The first thing I did was check my scanners, and sure enough the voltage needle was fully spun to the right side of the dial. EM interference. Then I went to see what had dropped. I was able to pick the object out pretty quickly since I had spent the last 6 hours staring at the mosaic of a basement floor. It was a silver briefcase, like one of those out of a crime novel, and it was cracked open.
I had this sense then that I was standing at a precipice, and if I opened the briefcase and looked inside, I wouldn't be able to stop whatever would come afterwards. Part of me deep down knew that I was just that type of guy that had to know, and maybe this was my Hamlet moment where it would be a trait gone a step too far. But then again I didn't really believe in any of that sentimental bullshit, so I opened the briefcase.
The gun surprised me a little, but not as much as the piece of paper laid atop a case file reading in large black font, "FIND ME". I expected the envelope to have some missing person file in it, but instead there were all these schematics and blueprints for some kind of device. Whatever it was, it was pretty massive. Some of the lengths were hundreds of meters long. And what's more strange is based on the blueprint's locale, it appeared to be underground. I looked back through the pages a couple times, then checked the note—nothing strange there. The gun appeared to be a simple glock. I was no gun expert, but I had been to the range pretty regularly with my construction buddies, so I got used to the feel of a pistol and rifle and some of the different names; however, I realized pretty quickly it wasn't your standard glock when I couldn't find mag-release. That's when I noticed how light the gun felt. I tried to chamber a round, but again, there was no hammer. What the hell kind of gun was this?
I ended up throwing everything back in the briefcase, including the necklace, coin, and a few Koozies I found that were branded with one of my favorite sports teams (never let an opportunity go to waste). I put up all my shit back in the van and spun over to a local burger joint, got my fill, and went home. I made sure to draft an email to the prospective buyers, telling them the house had several patches of black mold and a bit of a rat problem before drifting off to sleep. Although I really didn't do much of that.
When I woke up, I took a cold shower and downed a can of Reign, then commuted to my gym and got a lift and some sauna time in before making the trip back to the house. I brought some extra supplies with me for some experiments I cooked up while not sleeping the previous night.
First, I had two camcorders set up on a couple tripods in either corner of the basement. I wanted clear footage of these mystery objects spawning in. Then I set up a voltmeter in a similar fashion, but I had a wire extending out of it on a circuit which fed to an alarm that would blare when the reading was over 250 volts. Upstairs, I rearranged some of the furniture so that the small number of tables, chairs, clock, cabinets, and other little pillows or vases I could find were scattered across the living room, dining room, and kitchen. Then I pulled up a lawn chair to the front porch window and waited.
I didn't have to wait long though. In about a minute, I started to notice some of the objects moving. It was strange. When a few of them would shift simultaneously, it was like looking at a holographic card that would change shape depending on where your eyes were in relation to the image. Every time I saw a shift, I felt an awkward feeling in my eyes. They went blurry for a fraction of a second, then there was a twinge of pain, as if my brain couldn't handle the contradictory stimulus. It didn't get more crazy than that though—until the alarm went off.
I had cracked open the small rectangular window in the basement to the side of the house so I would hear it. It took four hours and several strange stares from passersby walking their dogs before it rang, so I was a bit lost in my thoughts, but when I heard the beep I perked up fast. It lasted for maybe 5 seconds total, but what I saw was truly miraculous. The best way I can describe it is a pool of silver or gray or translucent light emerging in the foreground between me and the objects in the different rooms. A series of twisting tentacles sprouted from the gray octopus-like head and spun in a way that reminded me of that little kids ride at the amusement parks. Then the objects started to "heat up" is the way I describe it. Their position became relative, meaning they were here one second, there another, then they popped out of existence entirely. Suddenly the rooms were all empty, then they were full of things I had never seen before. Then five seconds passed and the octopus vanished and it was back to the same old objects in their usual places.
It took a few minutes to process what I saw, and even then I wasn't sure I really saw it. I went inside and looked around at my distribution of the house's furnishings. They were all there, intact. Then I went downstairs to check the cams. I rewinded a couple minutes and played it back, but there was no flying object to be found. Instead, there was some gray static that lasted half a second and then the object, a kid's treasure chest toy, was there on the ground. But you want to know the really strange part? I rewinded the tape again, and when I watched the footage back, the treasure chest was always there.
I later came to understand that these poppings in-and-out of our reality are only conceivable to a conscious mind that can track the interference patterns—not rote computational instruments. In fact, even most people can't do it (although everyone has at least a slight awareness of it, even if only subconsciously). Plus, locations like the basement of this house are very rare and kept under tight lock. That became obvious to me two days later when, after my normal morning routine, I pulled up to a driveway and curbside filled with unmarked government vehicles. Either bravely or stupidly, I pulled up to a few officers (they were wearing suits in 85 degree weather, so I assumed…) who were idling by the large fence of crime scene tape and asked them what the score was.
"There was a crime," said the short man with a unibrow.
"Oh, is that right? Damn shame. Someone break in? I have a niece who lives nearby, so…"
The man looked at his two compatriots, both of whom were wearing sunglasses and a "get this civilian fuck out of here" expressions. "Oh, yeah," he started in a reassuring tone that was so condescending it would have annoyed anyone except me, "we found a body. We think it was a homicide. Best to keep your kids away from here for a while."
I thumbed the stubble on my chin, my other hand outstretched on the wheel, and considered moving on, but my mouth had other ideas. "That right? But uh, isn't this house vacant? I mean, I don't remember no one living in it."
The short man, now tall with temper, said, "Yeah, some squatters. We think there was a dispute over some drug money. Nothing for you to worry about though, we got it under control. Now if you wouldn't mind moving along, we have a lot of work to do."
Oh, I'm sure you do, I thought, but only said, "Of course, sir, sorry for keeping you from your job." Then I rolled up the window and cruised on, keeping my eyes on the house which slowly diminished in the side-view mirror.
Luckily I had been smart enough to break down my camp and lug home all my equipment each night, so I didn't leave anything incriminating. I didn't move the furniture back, so maybe that would come back to haunt me, but considering the kind of shit going down in that house, I didn't think they would notice.
For any of you wondering about the conclusion of the house story, I went back a couple weeks later after the suits had left and the tape was taken down and confirmed that not only was the basement entirely cleaned out, but it was no longer exhibiting any strange properties. I looked for a story related to the house, maybe a made up murder of some kind, but there was nothing. That bastard lied to me and didn't even bother to cover his story up.
Now, in the aftermath of an event such as this, I really only had one of two options. I could forget it, move on, continue living life. The necklace was surely worth a fortune. I could sell it and have enough to retire, or at least hire enough people and expand my business large enough to retire within ten or so years. Or I could take all that money and invest it in my own PI business with only a single objective: finding out what those people knew, and why they were hiding it.
I think you know me well enough by now to guess which line of reasoning appealed more to me.
***
For the sake of brevity, I'm going to omit most of my encounters along the journey to discovering Area X. There's a lot to tell, and if it appeals to you perhaps I'd be willing to share at a later date, but for now I want to get this part of the story, the more proximal part, out in the open.
Three years ago, I discovered the source of what I'll call "The Receiver". This is the device that was schematized in the documents that I found in the briefcase. What it does is a complex answer, and how it does it is pretty much all speculation, but here's what I've been able to find out: this universe we live in is a node in a network of many other spaces. These spaces exist in higher dimensions that we cannot directly perceive, but using a conceivable analogy, just think about a flower with petals. The petals are these other dimensions which bleed into our world, which is at the center. However, it's not that pretty. We see the physical world through the lens of spacetime: sizes, speeds, etc. These other dimensions don't necessarily have space or time. In fact, what actually exists there, I couldn't say. The only data I have on them is from two sources: correspondence information and server data from the secret agency (which I'll call "the Organization") that keeps this under wraps, and first-hand experience with realms from these other entities, either directly (I experience it) or through the eyes of someone else with the same or greater abilities than I possess.
I referred to these people with abilities earlier as "Antennas", and I will continue to use the term. Antennas really come in three flavors, marked by the strength of their ability: weak Antennas, like me, are able to observe spontaneous interactions between our universe and other dimensions (phase shifts) when there is a strong force of collision like existed in the basement; moderate Antennas may see phase shifts occur at any point, and they usually are able to retain memories from across the different transformations; strong Antennas, and I don't know if they exist yet, but they are able to consciously interact with these other realms and cause phase shifts to occur.
I mentioned that moderate Antennas are able to retain memories from before and after a phase shift. Technically, all Antennas have this ability, but it's about degree. I can recall only very specific instances and without much detail. Moderates are usually able to pick out much more nuanced minutiae. At the lower end of moderate scale, most of those details fade or get fuzzy over time, but for the very strong Antennas, they hold onto almost everything. One other property that scales with strength is interaction with other conscious entities. Only a small percentage of moderates are able to do this. What's interesting is that these entities can possess (yes, like ghosts) people who aren't even antennas, but no one is aware of such possession at this deep of a level. I have several companions now, and only two have had interactions with these otherworldly beings. Not all of them are malevolent, some of them are whimsical or kind, but there are a fair share of demons out there.
Getting back to the point, Area X started as a government funded project in the 70's. At that time, they were focused on a few subjects: Artificial Intelligence, DNA sequencing, and psychedelics. Yes, they were part of the infamous LSD experiments. But they looked at these subjects through a common lens—there was something that the burgeoning tech industry, fueled by the advent of a commercial computer market, was missing. As the tech giants rose in the early 2000's and began to collect mass amounts of data, this other agency was decades ahead in a different metric, although it was completely (and still is) hidden from the public. Their efforts to understand psychedelic experiences led to a formalized method of understanding interactions between multiple realities. They built certain scanning equipment to detect anomalies like the one I found in the basement; although their tools were much more sophisticated and didn't utilize voltage readings. Then they ran tests in these areas. One area in particular is a hot-bed of phase shift interactions. That's where Area X is located (and the Receiver).
The Receiver is a giant electromagnetic orb that has trapped the kind of multi-dimensional energy that causes the phase shifts; since the Organization seized control of the lab, it's effectively become a map of the Earth in relation to these other worlds. For the past twenty or so years, the Organization has been studying this map, using the data big Tech companies have collected to essentially develop a Rosetta Stone for interpreting the meaning of the fluctuations in their scanning equipment. Recently, the public, though going the long way round, was actually pretty close to a breakthrough in this same department until recently when ultra-powerful LLMs surfaced, and the whole world began going down what I'd argue is the wrong rabbit hole of language processing. But I digress.
Area X is essentially a private military base built for defending the most impactful piece of technology ever invented. With the Receiver, the Organization now has the power to essentially predict any and all future outcomes, the only thing holding them back is the limitations of their own scanning equipment which will get better with time. To put it into perspective, the Organization has access to a kind of data allocation tool which in one day can produce over ten thousand times that the Big Data companies combined would be able to filter through in the next decade. You might think, then, that the problem is merely asymmetric power, and that is certainly a concern, but it isn't the main concern. The main issue is that this organization is actively recruiting (and kidnapping) Antennas from around the world in an effort to find or make one of them into a strong Antenna. In other words, they want a subject who is able not only to see the future, but to manipulate it at will.
balance to the world. I've been working on amassing resources, capital, and building my own team, and now I'm ready. You might ask why I'm posting this here. Wouldn't it be better to keep all this secret? Well, yes, it would be. But that's the problem. Nothing is secret anymore. They know about me and the others, and if I don't make a move, they will. In a way, this is a letter directly to the organization that I know, and I'm coming.
In a different way, I wanted to release this information to the public. There are lots of people out there waking up and realizing that the world they experience is not the one others experience. If you think you might be an Antenna, don't be afraid—you have a special gift that can be controlled. If you want more details on how to control it, or if you're interested in my mission, don't be afraid to reach out. This hasn't always been my life's work, but it is now.
At least until I die.