Creakkk! I looked up and saw my daughter descending the stairs, her face dropped when she realized how loud the floor boards were below her feet. She’s holding up her shirt up using it to hold all her most valuable goods. I hear a door up stairs slam shut. She runs down the stairs clearly terrified of the man upstairs, she doesn’t care how loud her feet are anymore.
We hide inside a closet and make sure we have everything we need, phones, expensive jewelry, the extremely valuable pure breed dog my daughter is obsessed with, and most importantly the car keys.
From outside the door I hear the man trudging around aggressively, I peak out the keyhole and see what he’s holding, a large shotgun ready and loaded. I hold my daughter’s head to my chest, oh what would I do if this crazy man hurt my daughter. She’s only six, she doesn’t deserve this. It’s my fault she is in this position but I try to convince myself it isn’t.
I hear the man round the corner and we make a break for it, straight out the back door around the side of the house and to the car. We get in and start it up, zooming away in the brand new Mercedes. I am so glad to get away from the scary man. Just as I think we are free of him and start deciding where we should go from here. I hear the sound… the loud alarms trailing around the corner of a nearby street. I try to turn the car around and find a new escape route but it’s too late… red and blue lights surround my vision. How is it that I got caught? What will they do with my daughter? It’s not fair that he can own things like this car and she hasn’t eaten all day. How am I the one breaking the law?

Creakkk! I looked up and saw my daughter descending the stairs, her face dropped when she realized how loud the floor boards were below her feet. She’s holding up her shirt up using it to hold all her most valuable goods. I hear a door up stairs slam shut. She runs down the stairs clearly terrified of the man upstairs, she doesn’t care how loud her feet are anymore.
We hide inside a closet and make sure we have everything we need, phones, expensive jewelry, the extremely valuable pure breed dog my daughter is obsessed with, and most importantly the car keys.
From outside the door I hear the man trudging around aggressively, I peak out the keyhole and see what he’s holding, a large shotgun ready and loaded. I hold my daughter’s head to my chest, oh what would I do if this crazy man hurt my daughter. She’s only six, she doesn’t deserve this. It’s my fault she is in this position but I try to convince myself it isn’t.
I hear the man round the corner and we make a break for it, straight out the back door around the side of the house and to the car. We get in and start it up, zooming away in the brand new Mercedes. I am so glad to get away from the scary man. Just as I think we are free of him and start deciding where we should go from here. I hear the sound… the loud alarms trailing around the corner of a nearby street. I try to turn the car around and find a new escape route but it’s too late… red and blue lights surround my vision. How is it that I got caught? What will they do with my daughter? It’s not fair that he can own things like this car and she hasn’t eaten all day. How am I the one breaking the law?

Creakkk! I looked up and saw my daughter descending the stairs, her face dropped when she realized how loud the floor boards were below her feet. She’s holding up her shirt up using it to hold all her most valuable goods. I hear a door up stairs slam shut. She runs down the stairs clearly terrified of the man upstairs, she doesn’t care how loud her feet are anymore.
We hide inside a closet and make sure we have everything we need, phones, expensive jewelry, the extremely valuable pure breed dog my daughter is obsessed with, and most importantly the car keys.
From outside the door I hear the man trudging around aggressively, I peak out the keyhole and see what he’s holding, a large shotgun ready and loaded. I hold my daughter’s head to my chest, oh what would I do if this crazy man hurt my daughter. She’s only six, she doesn’t deserve this. It’s my fault she is in this position but I try to convince myself it isn’t.
I hear the man round the corner and we make a break for it, straight out the back door around the side of the house and to the car. We get in and start it up, zooming away in the brand new Mercedes. I am so glad to get away from the scary man. Just as I think we are free of him and start deciding where we should go from here. I hear the sound… the loud alarms trailing around the corner of a nearby street. I try to turn the car around and find a new escape route but it’s too late… red and blue lights surround my vision. How is it that I got caught? What will they do with my daughter? It’s not fair that he can own things like this car and she hasn’t eaten all day. How am I the one breaking the law?

Trying to decide what would be a better option for myself going forward. Currently drive a Gen 2 Tacoma with the long bed but ready for something new and set between these two options
I’m an area sales rep for construction/survey equipment and cover about 250sq miles but mostly focused in a large metro. So sometimes it’s long drives lot of miles some days there’s none. Other then work I would use it mostly for Camping/hunting.
ZR2 Colo - my pros are that it’s smaller, has the DSSVs, more capable of the two, and much cheaper; cons are that the back seat is a bit tight and only a 5 foot bed
LT TB- pros are it’s fantastic gas mileage, bigger back seat and bed, diesel noise is a symphony, and diesel near me is only 14 cent more a gallon then regular gas; cons of its much bigger for when in dense areas, and more expensive.
I would rarely tow if I had either and if so would be pretty simple stuff. Just me and my Fiancée at the moment and hoping to get into owning a home in 2-2.5 years and what comes with that. I would plan on owning this at a minimum of 8+ years so eventually car seat space would become important but not now, just need space for a dog plus stuff inside.
Thanks all

Do not go to Banfield. They are thieves. Omg. I had to get a domestic travel certificate for my dog to fly on the plane in the United States. They charged in $250!!! Wth. The entire flight costs half of that...pure insanity. All they had to do was fill out a little form as I already had done everything else and my dog is in perfect health. Holy shit.

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Our daycare is having a fundraising Carnival and all are welcomed. There will be 5 inflatables, 4 mechanical rides perfect for little kids, games and prizes for all!
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Today I was perusing Facebook Marketplace to clear the notification off the app and found a 2021 MacBook Pro listed with 64GB RAM and 2TB SSD for sale. It’s the local pawn shop, and I figured I’d message the lady listing it and ask if it was iCloud locked? She said it wasn’t, so I went down there to take a look.
Turns out it’s also the 32 core GPU model with only 38 cycles on the battery. Definitely an exciting find for me. So I bought it.
There are a couple scratches which aren’t a big deal to me, and a small small dent in the top case, which is mildly annoying, but I’ll live with it.
Anyone know how to get rid of the sticker residue to the left of the trackpad and the dog paw sticker?

FTM to a 4-month old baby boy. My husband and I rescued a female small pure breed dog 10 years ago. She’s been our best friend and companion through many life changes. Ever since we brought our baby home she’s been extremely jealous. We tried to bring a blanket from the hospital with baby’s scent to her before coming home with the baby and all she did was peeing on the blanket. We’ve given her treats to encourage good behavior to no avail. She’s been looking at the baby as if he’s a delicious piece of meat. As of late she’s been a bit more friendly towards him as she’s now started to lick his feet, but we never dare to put the baby down on the floor when she’s around because she’d start harassing him and maybe try to bite him (depending on her unpredictable mood). We hoped that as time went by she’d get used to him, but it doesn’t seem to be the case. We’ve started leaning towards finding her a new home, but I’m just so torn - I love the dog and feel bad for leaving her at her old age (she’d be 11 in January ‘25). At the same time I love my son and don’t want him to get hurt. Has anyone had to deal with a similar scenario? How did you deal?

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I am Shaheer Cassim (pronounced Shuh-HER Kuh-SEEM), editor of Arctic News blogspot. I write on the threat of runaway global warming caused by methane hydrates. Some esteemed scientists I confer with are Peter Wadhams, world leading expect on Arctic Sea ice at the University of Cambridge and Guy McPherson, emeritus professor at the University of Arizona. In 2011 I founded the Arctic Methane Emergency Group, which included esteemed scientists John Nissen and Paul Beckwith, professor of climatology at the University of Ottawa.
In 2011 scientists discovered 100 methane seeping structures on the East Siberian Arctic Shelf, and estimated there may be many thousands of them. There are more than 1700 billion tonnes of hydrate in the ESAS. Methane hydrate has been liked to four of the five major extinctions in earth history. Scientists Natalia and Igor told that 50 billion tonnes of methane hydrate could be released at any time, which Peter Wadhams calculated would cause a 1.2 degrees Celsius rise in global temperatures in a matter of years. This would cause localized warming which would release more methane hydrate causing runaway global heating. In 2012 I applied an exponential best fit line to Arctic Sea ice and predicted that the sea ice would disappear around 2016. Peter Wadhams agreed with this conclusion.
Yet here we are, 12 years later and no news at all from the Arctic. I believe the government is secretly geoengineering the Arctic to prevent the collapse of the sea ice and catastrophic release of methane hydrates.
The ESAS contains 1700 Gt (Giga-tonne, billion tonnes) of methane hydrate. Since methane hydrate is about 10% pure methane, the ESAS has about 170 Gt methane. What would be the effect of a release of 1 Gt methane? Since methane has 105 times the warming effect over 10 years than CO2, that would be the equivalent of adding 105 Gt of CO2. Humans now emit about 36 Gt CO2 annually.
Methane is decomposed in the atmosphere by hydroxyl. The level of methane we have been emitting in the atmosphere has significantly reduced atmospheric hydroxyl. Large releases of methane will further decrease it until there is no more. Methane in the atmosphere will not decompose anymore.
The IPCC, the International Panel on Climate Change, a U.N. body, says we must at net-zero emissions in just a few decades. Net-zero is the carbon we can emit that will not increase the emissions. Net-zero is about 8 Gt, about 1 tonne of CO2 per person. This number may be too high.
The IPCC is lying to us when they say temperatures will only rise by 3 degrees Celsius by 2100. They are killing us.
There is more carbon in methane hydrate than in all the coal, oil, and gas in the world. In 2009 James Hansen, former director of the NASA Goddard Institute of Space Studies, told if we burn all the coal, oil, and gas, we will cause runaway heating turning Earth into Venus. He told it is a certainty. Now when you add in methane hydrate, it is a dead certainty.
If we pass this tipping point in the next year, 2026, in a decade humankind will be extinct.
In 2012 I came up with the idea we should have not an Earth Hour or Earth Day, but an Earth Year. A year to solve our problems. This is the list of what we must do.

1. Abandon the cities and return to the farmland, build yourselves homes and grow food.

Cities cause carbon emissions. They require enormous amounts concrete, which need coal. There is not enough land to grow food. Food grown outside must be trucked in.

1. End all weapons and live in peace.

Weapons kill and cause carbon emissions. Killing creates hatred and a desire for revenge.

1. Have only one child. After 200 years you may have two.

When Jesus Christ died 2000 years ago world population was 200 000 000. At the start of the industrial revolution population was 1 000 000 000. Today it is 8 000 000 000 and climbing by 80 000 000 a year. This is due to fossil fuels. Oil and gas will run out by 2050, coal later.

1. Eat only plants. Fish is allowed on Fridays.

When you hurt an animal, it feels as we do. Farming is suffering. For an egg, you need a male and female chicken. The baby boy chicken is killed. Milk needs a male, female, and baby cow. All are killed. Do not eat shrimp. Why kill 100 lives for one meal when you can kill one. Do not eat shellfish, for they are boiled alive. Wild fish offers B12, essential oils, and fulfills the human need for flesh.

1. Technology is not allowed. Electric bicycles and phones powered by solar panels are allowed.

All technology breaks down and must be replaced. Electric cars use huge amounts of metals and oil, and the battery weighs 1000 lbs. Nuclear power plants use concrete, takes years to build, and uranium supplies are running low. Nuclear plants on tectonic zones must be shut down immediately. Wind turbines use concrete, metal, and oil, and must be torn down after forty years. Batteries are less energy dense than fossil fuels. Ships, planes, and freighters will never be electrified

1. Timekeeping is not allowed. Live by the cycles of the sun and moon.

Humans cannot live by the clock. Timekeeping creates anxious behaviour and effects mood. Only students and professionals must live by the clock.

1. Pay all an equal wage.

The labourer working in the field did not have opportunity and education growing, and deserves more than 12 cents an hour. The doctor had education, and the business owner had capital.

1. Give all the right to a home, food, medicine, and education.
   
2. Sit, eat, and sleep on the floor.
   

Too many trees are killed by furniture

1. Grow hemp.

Hemp grows fast on marginal soil, the seeds provide protein and oil, the stalks textiles, and the residues can be burned for cooking.

1. You may use the body of a deceased animal, but you must not eat it.

Meat is a drug. If you give drugs again, you will become addicted.

1. Cats and dogs must be pescatarian.
   
2. Plastic is not allowed.
   

By 2050 there will be more plastic in the ocean then fish. There are micro plastics in the rain and drinking water.

1. Tobacco is not allowed.

Tobacco kills. Nicotine is more addictive than heroin. Butts destroy nature.

1. Coffee is not allowed.

Coffee affects the sleep-wake cycle.

1. Sugar is not allowed.

Sugar is the most damaging crop to nature. It's causing a dentistry, obesity, and diabetic crisis.

1. A man and a lady must use their hands and mouths on their partners sensual organs, and avoid normal lovemaking to prevent the creation of new life.

Vaginal love making risks the creation of new life. Every year billions of condoms are thrown into landfills. Condoms must be kept for those with STDs.
What happens when you smoke?
Smoke is composed of tar, carbon, and chemicals, some which are cancerous. Tar clogs up the passageways of the lung and alveoli. These are microscopic sacs that exchange oxygen and carbon. Carbon cuts up the alveoli. Eventually they collapse, and respiration becomes impossible. Chemicals and small carbon pass into the bloodstream and are distributed through the body. Blood cells try to remove the carbon from the body, and are cut up and killed. Another blood cell tries to remove the carbon, and this continues. Small carbon enters the brain and becomes lodged in the brain cells. To be removed from the body, carbon needs to bond with oxygen. Carbon from smoke cannot bond so remains in your body
.Jesus Christ wants you to stop killing yourself. Jesus Christ ❤️
What does it mean to kill someone?
When you take land, and cause someone to die, you have killed them.
When you destroy nature, and cause someone to die, you have killed them.
When you pollute and cause someone to die, you have killed them.
When you deny knowledge, you kill.
When you deny food, water, shelter, or medicine, you kill.
Giving drugs, tobacco, and alcohol kills.
Buildings that collapse, catch fire, or are destroyed by rain.
Enabling weapons.
Why quit motion video?
Flashing lights affects the brain. Motion video is rapidly moving lights. Children viewing motion video become dramatic. Too much of certain wavelengths of light can affect the brain. Sunlight has the perfect light. Go out and enjoy sunlight.
Believe in Jesus Christ and you will Live Forever. See Jesus Christ. Love Jesus Christ. Forever Jesus Christ ❤️

It happened. He didn't deny that. Not like he was a suspect or anything—not yet—but he never denied it to himself. At the same time, this all happened over a decade ago—twelve years to be exact.
He didn't think of it every day; in fact, sometimes an entire month would go by where it barely crossed his mind.
In a way, that whole experience—he thought of all the abductions and murders as a singular event—now felt as if it belonged to somebody else.
It was a time in his life when he was confused, mixed-up, searching; a dark time, you know, like a phase. Who didn't have one of those in their past?
Plus, he was married now. His wife, Dee, obviously didn't know about it and he felt no obligation to tell her. Did he ask about her former lovers?
Sometimes there are things in the past and you just let them be. Whether it was Dee losing her virginity to the quarterback of the football team in the backseat at a drive-in or him using multiple black garbage bags and masking tape on that thing he didn't have time to bury in rural Tennessee, everyone has things they would rather forget about. Sometimes you just leave things where they lie.
So that's what Ned Doyle did.
Until that Sunday morning, November 6th, 1988.
He was a having a glass of Dee's pulpy homemade orange juice, waiting for his coffee to percolate, when he opened his heavy weekend edition of the New York Times (probably Ned's greatest extravagance—he liked its heft; and how the Arts & Leisure section made him feel culturally superior to his Ohio townsfolk, “the Philistines of Findlay,” he called them) when he saw the article buried in the back.
The country was two days from heading to the polls for the General Election—Bush v. Dukakis—so most everything else that week had been relegated to the back.
He read the article twice before he could even begin to make sense of it. It seemed to be a story about something called "DNA fingerprinting" and a 27-year-old baker in Great Britain named Colin Pitchfork who had confessed to raping and murdering two 15-year-old girls, in separate incidents a few years apart, after a new scientific process had been used to extract information from semen which he, Colin Pitchfork, had left at the crime scenes (likely inside the victims) some five years earlier.
Now if they could do all that after five years, why not ten years—or maybe even… twelve?
"Interesting story here," he said to Dee. It wasn't uncommon for Ned to read a news story twice—once for himself and a second time aloud to Dee while she brewed his coffee and burnt her toast. But this was his third reading and Ned acted as if it were his first.
"What do you make of that?" he asked. It somehow got worse each time he read it. After the third time, he felt as if he had been sucker punched in the stomach.
"Science Fiction is what it sounds like," Dee said matter-of-factly, pouring Ned his coffee in a mug that bore the Marathon Oil insignia. Findlay, Ohio was Marathon’s headquarters although there had been rumors circulating about a move to Texas.
"And unconstitutional," he said. "Cops running a dragnet like that, taking blood samples from 5,000 townspeople. Thankfully, that would never pass the muster here."
"They did catch the killer so maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea," she said, buttering her burnt toast. "Otherwise, who knows? They could have convicted the wrong man.”
Ned had already gotten lucky once – astonishingly so. Griffin Gerald Jones, the famed “I-75 Corridor Child Killer,” had claimed responsibility for all but one of Ned’s victims before dying in Florida’s electric chair.
"You can't have police in this country running around, sticking everyone with needles, drawing blood for some sort of science experiment,” he said. “Nevermind the Constitution, what about AIDS?”
“What about it?” she asked.
“There's been hundreds, thousands of cases now where people have been infected by giving blood,” he said. “That's a medical fact. Get accused of a crime and AIDS too?"
"It doesn't sound like any of the townspeople there in England got AIDS, darling. Unless there's more to the story, besides what you read to me."
He watched her spread orange marmalade over her burnt toast and take a bite. She had a dead tooth and he saw it every time she opened her mouth. He loved Dee but had never been sexually attracted to her. Not in the way he had been attracted to others.
"It really is just a matter of time before that stuff makes it over here," she said with her mouth full. "To this side of the pond, as they say." She took a sip of his orange juice. "Isn’t that how it always works? Things start over there in England, or in California, and then phht, before you know it, it makes its way to Findlay."
He held his hand over his stomach. She saw him wince.
"Was it my orange juice again? Was it still pulpy? I squeezed it by hand and even strained it twice this time."
"It’s not your fault,” he said. “I think it’s me. Orange juice is getting too… acidic for me." He looked at the clock on the coffee maker. "I'm going to be late."
He turned the page.
He played the 8 o'clock Mass by rote as he had many a bleary-eyed Sunday morning. It was pure muscle memory at this point. He made a few mistakes here and there, missed a key or two, but it was nothing the organ's sustain pedal couldn't mask – not that anyone would complain (not at the 8 o'clock anyway).
On Sundays Ned had four Masses: the 8, the 9:30, the big one at 11, and the 12:30 for the dilettantes who couldn't get their acts together for the 11.
He turned the page.
Today he was using Glory and Praise, AKA "the blue hymnal" for songs he knew by heart.
Turning the pages of his sheet music, reading each note, he was able to keep his mind off it.
Ned abhorred cliches (especially those involving sports) but he made an exception for “Out of sight, out of mind.” For Ned, that wasn’t a cliché; it was a way of life. He was a man who preferred to be heard, not seen, which made St. Bartholomew (or St. Bart’s) the perfect home for him.
In a spectacular architectural oversight, the church's pipe organ was situated so the organist's back was to the altar and pews. The organist of course needs to see what's going on in the Mass to read certain non-verbal cues but the arrangement suited Ned just fine. The congregation was comprised of many young families who had many young children—boys in particular—and it wasn't so much that he couldn't control himself because he was now firmly in control of all that; it was more that he didn't need any reminders of that time when he couldn't.
Especially during church.
So to see the altar behind him, Ned had installed an actual rearview mirror, the type you'd find on an old Buick, and he used a special type of putty to affix it to the mantle of the pipe organ. Having been the church organist at St. Bart's for nine years, he seldom needed it anymore—he could do it in his sleep—but it came in handy today as he found his attention drifting and he nearly missed the oratory refrain at the 9:30 Mass.
His real problems didn't start until the 35-minute break between the 8 and 9:30.
He was reorganizing his sheet music after the first wave of churchgoers had cleared out, when he began thinking about Colin Pitchfork again. The article said he was a baker in England somewhere—did it say he baked cakes or was that Ned's invention?
Even though no picture was provided in the Times article, Ned spent the balance of the 9:30 service picturing the 27- year-old ex-rapist/murderer working in his small English bakery, quietly going about his business, baking his cakes, when the police (Bobbies?) came.
Was he expecting them?
He played the offertory hymn, "On Eagle's Wings," as the ushers began taking up the collections and a family of parishioners he’d never seen before brought the gifts up.
And what was going through Pitchfork's head when he saw the Bobbies there? When they began asking him about rapes and murders that happened almost five years ago? The article said that he had initially given investigators someone else's blood when “the enquiry” began. Had he somehow caught wind of this “DNA Fingerprinting?”
There was a new usher, Ned noticed, in his makeshift rearview mirror.
The Times article said that one of Pitchfork's co-workers at the bakery had taken the blood test masquerading as Pitchfork because Pitchfork had told the co-worker that ‘he could not give blood under his own name because he had already given blood while pretending to be a friend of his who had wanted to avoid being harassed by police because of a youthful conviction for burglary.’ This story was later overheard by a woman in a pub who immediately went to the police.
Ned realized he had missed the homily twice now. Not that it mattered. Heard one you've heard them all and Ned was pretty sure there would be no surprises. Plus, he'd have two more chances to catch it. He knew he would have to really focus for the 11 o'clock. That was always the main event. He was going to play "I Will Raise Him Up," a complex hymn, which required his full attention. He would scratch that one now if he hadn’t read that article and if the Sunday programs hadn't already been printed. People liked that one –it was a real barn burner, as they say—and if he skipped it, there might be questions.
The last thing Ned needed right now were fucking questions.
Who was this new usher, by the way?

By the start of the 11 o'clock Mass, Ned wondered whether anyone would even show for the 12:30, seeing that it was already standing room only. The 11 was always the most popular Mass, but today felt different; it was packed like Christmas Eve. What was the occasion? Was the predominantly conservative town that afraid of Dukakis winning the presidency? Ohio was a swing state after all and that image of the little Greek man in the tank was unnerving, sure, but was it enough to warrant this sort of turnout for the 11 AM Mass at St. Bart's in Findlay?
Or was something else going on?
Ned didn’t believe they had come to hear his rendition of "I Will Raise Him Up."
Or could there be another reason? Maybe they had all read the same Times article. Maybe there had long been simmering suspicion of Ned in the community and maybe the article finally prompted the townspeople to join together and take arms. With pitchforks.
On March 31, 1892, the only known lynching in the history of Hancock County occurred when a mob of 1,000 men, many "respectable citizens," broke into the county jail in Findlay. They lynched Mr. Lytle, a man who had killed his wife and two daughters with a hatchet the day before. The townsfolk hanged the man twice (first from the bridge, then a telegraph pole) and then, in a classic case of overkill, shot his body over a dozen times. The authorities had intended to transfer the prisoner out of town at 1 o'clock in secret, where a train was scheduled to transport him to Lima, but someone talked.
Ned had only confessed what he had done to one person – a priest eight years prior. The priest was set to retire as he was dying of pancreatic cancer and visiting from a nearby parish. For years Ned had heard this priest was “of the old school” – i.e., your word to God’s ear, and it went no further. He was as safe as they come. Still, even then, Ned used the screened side of the Confessional, lowered his voice a full octave, and spoke of what he had done obliquely and in generalities. They were mortal sins. His penance severe: to repent and refrain from repeating the act again. The priest was now long dead. There’s no way he could have tracked Ned down and told anyone. Was there?
The last one was named Derek. That was the only one left unsolved.
He would play "I Will Raise Him Up" during Communion. Because of the crowds, he knew the communion lines would be longer and would thus require him to stretch the already difficult song a few minutes longer. If he was going to supply the masses, he was going to need a bigger yield. In a way it was like baking a cake, wasn't it?
He met Derek at a Dairy Queen in Paducah, Kentucky. It was Labor Day 1976. It must have been 100 degrees out, but it felt even hotter with the humidity. It was a real scorcher.
Derek had a bicycle with an American flag banana seat. It was the summer of Bicentennial Fever. The Dairy Queen was in an area known as Noble Park. It had a tin canopy that kept cars cool in the shade.
Ned missed a note as he turned the page. He stepped on the sustain pedal and his mistake sounded deliberate and beautiful even.
It was early evening; fireflies were out in full force and Ned was blotto. He had been drinking beer—cans of Schlitz—all day at the picnic of a friend (technically, the friend of an acquaintance so basically a stranger). A born introvert who still lived alone (this was pre-Dee), Ned was very drunk and primed for small talk. You must also remember this was a very different time. This was back when you still opened cans with an opener; drunk driving was frowned upon but not the cardinal sin it is today; and a grown man could still park outside a Dairy Queen and strike up an innocent conversation with a prepubescent boy on a bike.
"What da ya' got there?" Ned asked.
"Butterscotch Sundae," the boy said. The boy was blonde with brown eyes.
"Butterscotch, eh?"
The boy licked his plastic spoon and stared somewhere beyond the pea-green 1974 Buick Riviera Ned had inherited from his old man after he had kicked the bucket.
"For the life of me, I can't remember if I like butterscotch or not," Ned said. "That probably sounds pretty screwy, I bet."
"Get a free sample at the window,” the kid said. “They're free."
"Looks awfully busy over there. Mind if I have a taste of yours? I don't have any cooties, I promise."
The kid dragged his spoon over his ice cream as he mulled it over. Maybe seeing that he was almost done with it anyway, he figured what's the harm. He handed Ned the Styrofoam cup.
Ned looked at the boy as he stirred it a little and then placed the curved side of the spoon on his tongue and kept it there.
"I do like butterscotch," Ned said, giving it back. "Thank you for sharing that with me, that was awfully kind of you—say, what is your name?"
"Derek," the boy said.
"Derek. What a nice boy you are. Do you like dogs, Derek?"
"Sure," Derek said.
"Do you have a dog?"
"Not anymore. Used to. We had a beagle named Eleanor but she went blind and then lame and then..."
"What kind of dog was she?" Ned asked.
"A beagle," the boy said.
"A beagle, yes you said that. You like Golden Retrievers?"
"Sure," the boy said.
"Cause I have a Golden Retriever. It's a girl too. A bitch."
Derek smiled.
"She's pregnant. I mean she was. But… she just gave birth."
"To puppies?"
"You betcha. It was just a few weeks ago. She had a whole litter of 'em. Boys, girls. Cutest little pups you've ever seen. The thing is, Derek, I don't know what to do with them all. You're a nice boy. You just shared your Butterscotch Sundae with me and I'd care to return the favor. Would you… like a puppy?"
"How much?"
"For nothing,” Ned said. “For free.”
"You'll give me a puppy for nothing? And I can pick the one I want?"
"Sure can. They're at my place just down the road. Thing is, it's probably too far to bike there. And you're going to need both hands to hold on to the puppy. Hop in, I’ll give you a lift."
"What about my bike?"
"We could put it in the trunk but we're not going to be long. We'll be right back. It'll be safe here. People don't take things that aren’t theirs around here – especially when there's a lot of people around."
He remembered waking up on the floor of his apartment disoriented. He was late for work. He was still working as a salesman at the piano store. There was a big Labor Day sale still going on. Labor Day was always a big day for retail. The owner was a nice man and Ned wanted to call him and apologize but he wasn't sure what to say yet.
He hadn't planned on sleeping in. Forgetting work on Labor Day. The irony.
He saw the boy's underwear on his floor. They were tighty-whities from Fruit of the Loom. He thought of that every time he saw an ad for that company afterward.
They weren’t bloody but they were torn.
He remembered the sound of the filter on the aquarium he used to keep in his apartment. It was noisy but sometimes that was a good thing. He was very into Japanese Fighting Fish for a while until it became too expensive as they always killed each other.
There were no puppies obviously.
His apartment did not allow dogs.
His sense of disorientation and the ensuing panic prevented him from experiencing any of the usual remorse he felt afterward.
There would be plenty of time for that later.
The boy's body was in the bathroom just off the bedroom and he needed to get rid of it. He needed to get out of town. Out of Paducah. Out of Kentucky.
He placed the boy in a hardshell Samsonite suitcase, carried it out of his apartment, walked down the one flight of steps. He saw no one and he was confident no one had seen him. The suitcase was lighter than it should have been—a detail he never forgot—and he walked out to the carport where he saw his Riviera parked sloppily between the lines. He felt a wave of nausea come over him but he suppressed it. He opened his trunk, placed the suitcase in the back, and then looked around the apartment complex before walking back inside. He cleaned up with bleach. Showered. Hit the road.
There were no police gathered outside the Dairy Queen. It wasn’t a crime scene. He didn't look to see if the boy’s bike was still there; he didn’t want to appear suspicious.
He needed to get out of Paducah so he headed toward the freeway.
For a moment he briefly considered the Shawnee National Forest, which was to the north, but he stuck to his gut and took the newly-constructed Interstate 24 East toward Tennessee. Aside from getting out of Kentucky, he didn't have a plan. The asphalt was brand new and at times he felt as though he were floating across the highway. It took about two hours to get to the state line and once he was over, he filled up at a 76 Station in Clarksville, Tennessee. Only when he was filling his tank and had a moment to reflect, did he think about what was in the trunk. He imagined he had Superman's X-Ray vision and pictured the suitcase in the back, the boy's tiny body folded like a pretzel inside.
He missed both the readings, the Gospel, and the homily again. Then came the Consecration which was over before he knew it. It was time. He began to play "I Will Raise Him Up." In his rearview, he saw the communion lines forming and he thought he caught a glimpse of the new usher staring at him, but he couldn't be sure. He needed to concentrate on the song. People knew this one; people wanted to hear it exactly as they remembered it, and it was a full house, so the sustain pedal wouldn't save him this time.
Once he made it through the chorus, he knew he could relax a little.
The "DNA fingerprinting" in Pitchfork's case came from semen that was left inside of the victims.
Ned had made it to the outskirts of Nashville faster than he expected. He still hadn't checked in with Mr. Cory, the owner of the piano store. He desperately needed an alibi. Old Mr. Cory could probably send Ned to the electric chair if he wasn't careful.
He got on Highway 386 and headed north. After 20 minutes, he exited in Gallatin and drove around until he found an area he thought was remote. There was a road called Cages Bend.
He liked the sound of that.
It sounded hopeful.
He took that until he came to a gravel road, which looked as if it led to an even more secluded wooded area.
In the rearview, he remembered the cloud of dust kicked up by the tires of the Riviera he had inherited from his father, the drunk, who had done to him what he had gone on to do to others.
In the rearview, the communion lines were still going strong. No sign of that new usher.
He came upon a bend in the road that looked totally secluded, as if no one had been there in years. He cut the engine and listened for a moment. The invisible cicadas high up in the trees made it sound as if a giant rattle snake was slithering around him, preparing to strike. He got out of the car.
He didn't know if it was the trees or the fields of tall grass, but something smelled like semen.
He opened the trunk with his keys and pulled out the hardshell suitcase. When he closed the trunk there was a rustling in the tall grass but when he looked, he saw only a herd of white tail deer scattering.
Initially he had planned on dumping the body and taking the suitcase home with him. He didn't think to bring a shovel. Then he heard the sound of a bush hog—a piece of farm equipment with spinning blades that cut vegetation and cleared the land. He couldn't tell which direction it was coming from. He checked to make sure his suitcase didn't have any labels on it or name tags. He then two black trash bags in his back seat and wrapped the suitcase – one bag around the top, the other on the bottom, and secured it with masking tape. Then he carried it into the woods and set it down in some brush. He began snapping tree branches off to make cover but as the bush hog got louder and closer he panicked, leaving it only partially covered.
The communion lines had dissipated. Everyone was sitting now, even the priest.
Everyone always knelt until the priest sat and Ned should never be playing if the priest was sitting but somehow, Ned had missed his cue.
He concluded "I Will Raise Him Up" softly, using the sustain to ease himself out.
He looked in the rearview and saw the priest staring at him.
As was the rest of the congregation.
They would all be coming for him soon enough.
Unless he could make it back down to Tennessee and get rid of that thing once and for all – assuming it hadn’t been found yet.
Somehow, deep down, Ned always knew it was going to happen.
He was raised up, alright.
Now it was just a matter of time.

For decades the auto industry has been a fraud.
The service and sales sides of both independent and dealers have been fraud and created tremendous wealth off of no over time and dog water pay plans.
It is a horrible system, flat rate is evil, salary + commission when the business is suffering and their ability to change pay plans so freely is disgusting.
The mandatory 50 hours if not more for 50-70k is not worth it these days.
Any thoughts?
I’d like to have you all ask your co workers about this, in the states you cannot be fired or discouraged, from doing this it’s illegal for them to retaliate against you.
I’d also like this to come up trending on twitter, TikTok, etc.
Let’s let the general public know about the horrific treatment, the high turn over rates, and the overtime without extra funds.
Brothers and sisters
It is time we stop letting them abuse us like slaves.

TW: Blood
So first pregnancy me and my husband decided early on that we wanted to know the gender asap so we did a SneakPeek. Well at 9 weeks I did it and it took me an hour to psych myself up to use the lancet. Husband found it hilarious and I eventually kicked everyone with a penis(all our dogs are boys) out of the house. Anyway took it and said boy and it was right. So now I'm 16 weeks with our second and I wasn't in a rush to find out this time but my husband is absolutely certain it's a girl and he wanted to know now. So I found myself locked in the bathroom calling myself all kinds of names because once again I was terrified. After about 15 minutes of this I finally did it and used some choice words..... I then forgot to take the stupid thingy that goes around the wrist off and started bleeding all over the bathroom. I'm talking blood on floor, all over me, and all in the sink. I then hurried and finished the steps and realized I forgot a decent bandaid(one that come with it are too small imo). So I run to the other bathroom while my chihuahua and 1 year old are pretty much screaming at each other(they do this often). I rush into the bathroom to see my husband and he's like oh you're covered in blood. I swear I wanted to knock his teeth out. I grabbed a bandaid and and ignored him because this pain is his fault. Anyway husband went to drop it off at the post office and I never want to see a lancet ever again.
P.S. I have 1 husband for sale. He's 29 makes pretty good money. I will let him go for some hot wings.

It's been 4 months pero wala kasi akong mapagsabihan kaya dito nalang.
I [F25] have a guy "bestfriend" [M25] since highschool. We were 14 nung naging friends kami so, more or less, 11 years na kaming magkakilala. I put the "" on the bestfriend kasi after namin grumaduate ng senior highschool, medyo nagdrift apart kami and I don't think we deserve to call each other bestfriends after not talking for years, specifically our entire college years, and after he tried to kiss me recently.
For context lang, nung first year college kami, medyo okay pa kami. Nag-uusap pa at lumalabas pa. Nagbago lang nung nagka girlfriend siya. Sobrang excited kaya ako for him kasi he was quite a pain in the ass and mej playboy kaya I was super happy he found someone whom he genuinely loves and loves him back. Nung una excited pa kaming dalawa kasi ipapakilala niya raw ako at sure siyang siya na yung the one niya ganun. But then after awhile, he just stopped talking to me. Okay lang naman kasi busy din ako sa acads non so di ko dinamdam. Baka siya rin kasi busy diba + basketball player pa siya sa uni at other liga niya non kaya baka walang time, so no hard feelings talaga.
Until last year ko na and graduating na 'ko (last year, 2023), he started replying on my stories, most of which puro compliments and may implications na gusto niyang maghang out. Syempre nirereplyan ko replies nya sa stories ko hanggang sa nagka chika chika kami kung ano na bang nangyari sa 'min these past years. Ayun, nagbreak sila nung ex nya and when he directly asked me to hang out, pumayag ako.
During that hangout, nagkwento lang siya about sa ex nya, kung anong nangyari. It turns out pinagseselosan pala ako ni ante! Samantalang ako excited pa non kasi akala ko magkaka new friend ako :') Later that night, ako naman ginigisa niya. Bakit daw wala pa 'kong boyfriend, sayang naman ganda ko eme eme. May boyfriend [M22] ako, 'di ko lang sinabi sa kaniya. 6 months na kami ng boyfriend ko noon. Though nagpaalam naman ako sa boyfriend ko na lalabas ako kasama yung gbf ko at pumayag siya. 'Di ko lang sinasabi sa gbf ko kasi close siya sa fam ko, lalo na sa pinsan ko, at ayokong madulas siya ng sabi sa kanila at maunahan akong magsabi sa kanila. ANYWAY, dinidivert ko lang topic far from my dating life at nagkukuwento nalang about ibang bagay like our new dog. Habang dumadaldal ako, napansin kong nakatitig lang siya sa 'kin so instinctively, tumigil akong magkwento tas tinanong ko siya kung anong problema nya. Hindi siya sumagot and instead, the bitch leaned forward and tried to fxcking kiss me! Mabuti mabilis reflexes ko at nakaiwas ako agad so he ended up kissing my neck instead.
After that, sobrang nagshift yung atmosphere at ng convo namin. I confronted him, silently and calmly, kasi nagulat ako sa ginawa niya. He did not apologize and proceeded to tell me na he needs a good time to get over his ex. Ayaw nya na ng serious relationships. Casual hook ups nalang. Told him once, before I officially started dating my boyfriend, na ganon lang din gusto ko at naalala pa niya yun. He asked me if I'd wanna be FWB with him. I only gave him a simple no and told him to take me home.
I was so frustrated. I don't want to judge him as well kasi baka matino talaga siya nung sila pa nung ex niya, pero I wasn't able to stop myself from thinking na that guy "bestfriend" I was with was the same playboy bestfriend I had when we were in highschool. The same guy "bestfriend" who disappointed me in many ways back then.
You're probably wondering, yes, we had a history. Naging close kami nung highschool bc he dated one of my bestfriends back then. Hanggang sa 'di rin naman sila tumagal at nagbreak agad pero kami, we stayed friends and that was okay with my bestfriend. All throughout our highschool years, bestfriends kami nung guy na yun hanggang sa umamin siyang may gusto siya sa 'kin at tumagal 'yun hanggang sa grumaduate kami ng senior highschool. 'Di ko siya pinansin for two reasons: (1) I really only saw him as a friend and ang weird na magkagusto ako sa ex ng bestfriend ko lol, and (2) sobrang problematic niya with relationships and I don't wanna risk our friendship for that kaya naging firm ako sa mindset na he and I will never be anything more than friends.
Hanggang ngayon disappointed pa rin ako. Pinagdiinan ko pa sa ibang friends namin, even sa boyfriend ko, na possible ang purely platonic na male and female friendships. Umasa kasi ako na pareho na kaming mature enough para hindi na maging yung highschool self namin at talagang magiging friends nalang kami ngayon. But I was wrong obviously and seeing na hindi niya pinag-isipan 'yung gagawin nya at magiging effect ng actions nya once he kissed me, they are clear indications na our friendship does not really matter to him that much. Otherwise, why would he risk doing something so stupid? Samantalang ako, tinago at isinantabi ko 'yung pagkaurat ko sa kaniya since high school para hindi na maging mas complicated at lalong mastrain yung friendship namin.
I already blocked my guy "bestfriend" and that raised concerns from our other friends. Isang struggle pa yan when you kept your circle of friends since highschool. Lahat damay-damay at concerned. Pero sa ngayon, 'di ko sila pinapansin, ang problema ko ay kung paano sasabihin sa boyfriend ko yung nangyari. I feel guilty kahit wala naman akong ginawang masama, other than agreeing to meet up with my guy "bestfriend".
I would appreciate some advice because while I may seem poised about the situation, I'm honestly still lost and unsure. Mali ba 'yung ginawa kong nakipagkita ako despite our history? Highschool pa siya but still, there was that. Also, any advice about how I should approach the issue with my friends? Ang hirap kasi na iisa ang circle of friends namin. Ayoko naman magkaroon ng rift ang circle namin just because nagkaroon na ng kampihan. As for my boyfriend, I'm not worried much because I'll just be honest with him. Kung papatawarin niya ba 'ko or hindi, nasa sa kaniya na 'yun at rerespetuhin ko.
Yun lang, thank you.

It's a bit weird there's no redeemable Ubisoft Connect cosmetics for owning the various titles featured in this game. Virtually every other Ubi game does this, Ghost Recon Wildlands/Breakpoint, Far Cry 5/6, Assassin's Creed, etc. Even Rainbow Six Siege has some cosmetics for owning various Ubi games. It's not that big of a deal imo, but seems like a missed opportunity for them to promote their other franchises besides having factions playable here and maps from them.
I already own more or less all of the usual games they feature aside from Watch Dogs so it would just be more free stuff for me, but I could definitely see people wanting to check out quite a few of the other games considering how cheap they can end up on sale if it also came with a free skin in this game.

For me it's probably the Dog-Thing, purely because I'll never forget seeing the film for the first time and how utterly struck I was by that entire sequence. I'd never seen anything like that before and I'm sure so many others seeing the film for the first time felt the same way. The other designs in the film are spectacular as well and it's amazing how well the effects have held up, but the Dog-Thing has always stood out to me.
The 2011 prequel had some neat designs too, even with the CGI. The final creature's second form was particularly neat. Still such a shame the all-practical effects version of the 2011 film has yet to see the light of day.

In case you missed it here is the update:

• She is back making jewelry again but she is doing sales privately through DM's.
• No mention of her Etsy store page that is supposedly still under review.
• She said she isn't doing the Etsy page because she wants people to save on taxes.
• She blames Reddit for why she doesn't want to bother with Etsy anymore.
• Mad at Reddit for calling her out for scamming customers.
• A follower commented saying that Crystal and BJ have a lot of chemistry. Crystal laughed and never denied it.
• She said she wont be talking about her dating life online again.
• She is not going to Newfoundland this summer because she is "broke".
• Her dog for whatever reason was on a specialty chicken diet when she first got him and she has been trying to ween him off of it.
• She has been feeding him kibble but he doesn't like it.
• She complained about how expensive his specialty diet is.
• Her dog did not eat for a couple of days and her vet told her he will eventually eat.
• Her followers give her a million ideas for the dogs diet.
• Her mother is coming soon and she can't wait to embarrass her.
• She is making more content over the next couple of days with the restaurant and BJ.
• "I won't collaborate with any brand unless I like them"
• "I wont collaborate just to make money"
• "The restaurants food is actually amazing, you won't regret it"

She is collaborating with SHIEN bathing suits soon

"I stand with SHIEN"

Hello,
TLDR; I'm an anxious mess because I'm broke and have no idea what I'm doing or where to begin.
To introduce myself I am a newbie real estate agent. I am 30 years old with minimal work experience due to being very sick for a long while in my twenties. I'm used to organized training where one is in training 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, for a whole month. This was the case when I worked for Amazon in a call center, and as a dog groomer for PetSmart. Both of the aforementioned careers, I was nervous when I had my first official task (taking first real call, grooming first dog unsupervised), but was able to handle it well and was able to manage myself and be independent moving forward in those positions.
I am just looking for some major advice. As a new agent I am reeling at all the fees I've had to pay so far and will have to pay monthly as well. The brokerage I have been hired on with paid for my classes, which I initially thought was super great. I still think it was a nice gesture, but turns out that was but a small fraction of what I'd have to pay and I had no idea what I was getting into. I am a month in and have borrowed ~$400 from a supportive family member and have about ~$930 racked up on a credit card. I don't currently have disposable income. I was unemployed prior to this venture, going to school part time solely on financial aid, and my fiancé works a retail job at slightly above minimum wage. Nearly half of his paycheck already goes to bills (car, insurance, credit card debt, etc). So, I've been kind of freaking out about finances and thus anxious to start making money so that our finances are more manageable.
That brings us to my other concern; I have no idea what I'm doing. Like for example, If someone came up to me and said they would like to buy/sell a house, I wouldn't know what to do. The required courses to get your license don't exactly tell you how to actually do these things. My brokerage firm does offer a lot of learning tools and opportunities, but my main problem is that I've never been good at learning stuff just by reading the textbook. I do better when I can see examples worked out. For instance, I'm great at math. Once I know what an equation is used for and I've seen some examples worked out, I can do it no problem, perfectly, pretty much every time.
I do know about basic documents at least, like the sellers agent agreement, the buyers agent agreement, of course the residential purchase and sale agreement, and I've been going to my brokerage firm's weekly contracts/documents class. I don't know how to really start the important conversations though. I have no idea how to list a house, and I really just don't know what the step-by-step process is. I do know that every transaction will be different and thus I'll probably be asking questions for a long while. I have someone at my firm I would like to take my concerns to, but I don't know her very well, or this career even, to really know how much help I can really ask for. I'm very nervous that if I voice my concerns and say I need a little extra hand-holding I'm just going to be told that maybe this career path isn't for me (I'm already nervous someone here is just going to tell me that as well).
Anyways, the legal ramifications have got me scared of making even little mistakes cause I'm broke and don't know what I'm doing. And, I'm scared of just not being able to make money either due to the market and/or my own failings cause I'm broke and don't know what I'm doing.
PS I simultaneously have both no doubts and all the doubts about whether I can be a real estate agent. I know in past careers (mentioned in intro) I've been able to thrive and do well, but those were with very thorough training programs in place.

I got my pure hearted romanian shepherd mix on the 3rd of december in 2017. I didn’t want another dog at the time but when a rescue organization posted about my sweet Angel, explaining how she was meant to be put down in november that year I fell in love with her. At the time when the truck that brought her to me arrived, they didn’t know her gender, her health situation and her name was only a number in the system. When I tell you, I never expected this dog to have such a good and loyal heart. Angel was always calm and quiet and friends would call her gentle giant. She got along with every animal and every person that ever met her and never failed to win them over with her big brown eyes. A little over a year ago, Angel was diagnosed with cancer but the tumor was successfully cut out. Despite the vet telling us she was approximate 13, she was full of life and full of love. She lost her sight, her hearing and was always in pain due to her joints. At the vet, they noticed her kidneys were failing, her heart wasn’t functioning properly anymore, the cancer had returned and after more than six years with my big baby, they put her to sleep yesterday. I can’t imagine life without this loyal soul in my house and those innocent eyes looking at me when I come home. I will never hear the sound of her claws when she walks around the living room and I will never clean up the water around her bowl after she made a huge mess while drinking anymore. I will never go downstairs to find her all cuddled up with my cat and I will never find long white hairs on my clothes anymore. I regret every time I was too lazy to rub her belly when she laid on the back for me to pet her. I regret every moment I got upset with her and I wish I would’ve hugged her tighter every time I got the chance. My baby loved greek yoghurt, belly rubs and wandering inside of corn fields. She hated new years, cold weather, storms and baths. The loss of her left my heart broken and my eyes puffy and I feel so guilty for not being able to do more than I did.