My Grandmother is a Caucasian, 70 year old woman, no medication, probably between 4’11- and 5’1, about 160 lbs ( Not sure, she’s got thin arms and legs, and while her body isn’t thin, it’s not really heavyset. She has no problem with her mobility, maybe just slower walking, has a bad hip but refuses to take any medication of any kind for any reason, and is a HUGE chain smoker. Probably one or two packs a day. This would explain her infrequent but still noticeable, phlegmy cough from time to time.
I don’t know everything about her past but I know some: One of seven children, parents used to scream a lot, she used to cry in bed with her sister when it happened, told me she stayed away from home as much as she could, started smoking at about 12 years old, got pregnant with my dad at 15, became a mom at 16, by all accounts was the best mom ever, biking, reading, dancing, encouraging my dad to try new things, but still moved around a lot, and kept going from house to house, to trailer, etc.
When she was about early 20s, she met and married a guy who she later divorced because they had a kind of culture clash. I don’t remember exactly what he was, but he was very controlling of her, forbidding her to wear swimsuits, or going anywhere without him, and eventually he threatened her several times with knives and a hand around her neck. Never did anything but she was afraid of knives for a very long time afterwards.
She met my grandpa, and I guess things were fine until after she had my aunt. Sometime after she was away from home as much as she could by way of bingo.This led to her using what she could out of her own paychecks until she came after my grandpa’s, who let her. He sold stuff around the house and eventually asked people for money. Sometime after being married to my grandpa she randomly developed night terrors and sleepwalking. Full on waking up and screaming, full on walking outside and screaming. I guess it just stopped. Was controlling of my aunt, didn’t want her trying new foods, didn’t go out or do fun things with her like she did with my dad.
Nowadays it is well known that nobody wants to live with her, but she’s not like abusive or stealing. But here is what we have noticed:
Heavy chain smoker. It doesn’t look like she even finishes them, she goes like halfway, stops, lights a new one.
Can’t or won’t sit and watch a movie or show. Will start one, get up and do laundry, take care of the dog, check her phone, play on her phone, and will full on have a conversation with you or someone when she was the one who wanted to watch the movie.
Frequent gambler. We just went on a cruise to place she’s always wanted to go and she spent a good chunk either smoking or gambling.
Very annoyed with the smells or steam of foods to the point where she’ll complain or get up and move. My grandpa famously only had seafood twice while married to her and he loved seafood.
Very irritable if she goes a while without a cigarette. She was pretty rude in the airport.
Gets annoyed easily when starting to board or get off the plane. Will full on loudly complain about the heat or cold. Kept asking my dad to open window, close window, turn ac off, turn ac on. Whiny.
Restless, seems like she can’t sit still or focus on anything in a climate where she has to sit and be quiet. (Planes and shows)
Known to start fights about pretty much anything that she doesn’t like. It is all about her from the thermostat, the entertainment, the volume, food, etc very difficult to live with
Very dramatic. Complained she was so cold on an excursion she couldn’t move her leg, and then refused to see a doctor about a numb leg. Said she’d just take a shower and then was suddenly all better about an hour later when she was smoking. Never showered, shrugged it off by saying she’ll be all right.
Dramatic in a little kid version. Like when a two year old is confused or thinking, they’ll scratch their head, purse their lips. Like their mimicking confusion verbal cues? Like they’re thinking this is what we do when we’re confused so this is what I will do. She seems to react to things dramatically and like a second or two after a proper reaction time?
A dog barked and her whole body moved in startled matter. If she hates something she eats, she makes an audible grunt, forces a sad expression in her face, holds a napkin to her mouth, and will dramatically push the food away. It’s not just dramatic, for some reason it makes me think of a toddler going through the motions so to speak.
Will sometimes ask us questions and then immediately talk to someone else or walk away and do something.
Says she’s an introvert who doesn’t like talking to people, but actively makes a point to talk to people. Not in a rude way or anything, just likes talking to people. Not sure if that means anything but I’ve always noticed that. Why would you say you dont like talking to people if you actually do?
Has quit a few jobs for silly reasons, and made impulse buys, like a new car when she obviously can’t afford it. Even back when I was a kid, she was known to gamble nearly everything, and could never afford anything, even though she made decent money.
Loves to complain. Or she just complains a lot. Going out to eat with her is usually a nightmare unless we go out with her to an approved place.
My dad made a joke that she’s ADD and it got me thinking about everything. Can she have and have had undiagnosed ADD? Can symptoms of an ADD nature appear because of trauma? Can trauma beforehand affect symptoms of ADD?
Or maybe it’s undiagnosed anxiety or depression, but can those lead to restlessness or symptoms like ADD?
My great grandma once told my mom apologetically my grandma has always put herself first before anyone. But dad’s joke had made me wonder if there’s maybe overstimulation or…something?
I know you’re not psychic and I’m happy to give any extra info, but I wondered if a person can be horribly selfish if they have some kind of undiagnosed whatever.
Thank you! :)

Apologies for writing in english. I am planning a trip to italy and during the trip I will need a SIM card so I can use the mobile internet with a hotspot (for my laptop). I suspect that I can buy a prepaid sim card in tabac shops or similar? Do you guys have any recommendations where to buy the sim card and which provider do you recommend as I only need mobile internet?
Thank you

Why:

• We have allowed rich investors to buy up homes and convert them to rentals
• All the jobs are artificially concentrated in big cities, so we are forced to live there, and this is by the design of those investors
• The family unit has been destroyed, so the demand has been doubled, also by the design of the same investors
• Related to this, women have been manipulated by the investors to think that they should work, so labor became cheap due to increased supply, which contributed to rising inflation, including home prices
• We have open borders, allowing migrants to come in droves and compete for the limited inventory, also providing more cheap labor to the same investors. Even legal immigration is a big factor here

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How to fix:

• Do not rent vacation homes. You are literally helping rich people buy up second and third homes with your own money
• Stay at your parents' home until you can afford to purchase your own home. And if you're a parent, allow your adult kids to stay with you until they can purchase their own homes instead of renting
• Do not get divorced. Split couples double the demand for housing
• Do not purchase a home with these inflated prices, it's a scam
• Realize that everyone and their brother wants to be a real estate investor, and that it's not really a great idea to follow the herd, especially at these astronomical prices
• Move somewhere cheaper where you can afford to purchase a home instead of renting
• Buy a piece of land and put a mobile home there or build a home, instead of renting. Every house added will help with the inventory issues
• You might think that pressuring politicians to fix immigration and to stop investors from buying up homes will work, but it won't. Politicians are bought and sold for. - And guess who has the money to do that. The situation we're in is not a coincidence.

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As you can see, the common theme of the fix is to avoid buying homes with inflated prices, or renting homes at all. Of course, none of this is easy, or even practical in some cases, except the point about vacation homes. They need to die.
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Eventually the problem is going to fix itself. People can no longer afford to get married or have kids, mainly due to housing. Our population will start shrinking, and that's a good thing. Do not believe otherwise. Yeah it's a crisis for the ultra rich, but for most of us it's good news.
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I am optimistic. I see a future where rental homes sit vacant and their values plummet, hopefully forcing many owners to sell or go underwater. It's coming. But we have to understand the game and refuse to play it.

I (F 28) have been thinking about this for days, and I can't reach a verdict, so I could really use some outside perspectives. I'm not looking for validation, so I'll try to be as objective as I possibly can.
My mom married a foreigner a couple years ago which meant she couldn't come back until her paperwork went through (it took almost two years.) For this Mother's Day, she finally got her papers, so she planned to come back and stay with me for a month. We were all very excited (me, my aunts, uncles, grandparents, my mom), and when she finally got here we couldn't be happier. I know we both prepared a lot for this trip and we had a lot of plans.
But then, 5 days into the trip, her husband got diarreah and the next day he had a stomachache so she decided she needed to go back and take care of him. I was incredibly sad, and the more I thought about it the angrier I got.
Why? Because when I was in college, I needed surgery after an accident and she decided to go to South Africa to visit her boyfriend. I won't go into detail, but I can say that the accident and everything it entailed was the most traumatic experience of my life. I still have to deal with the mobility issues and the pain that originated then.
The fact that she decided to buy the tickets after finding out I needed surgery haunted me for years. My mom (by her own admission) is not good with medical related care and empathy, so years later she kept invalidating my physical pain and thought I was wasting money on doctors because she "also feels pain sometimes, that's how it is." Finally, a couple years ago we talked about it for the hundredth time, and maybe it was my desperate sobbing, but she finally listened and she apologized. She said she did what she thought was best because she was trying to rebuild her life and trying to give us a better future. We promised we wouldn't bring it up in future conflicts.
Fast-forward to her choosing to go back home, I have to admit I had emotional flashbacks to the surgery. I couldn't stop feeling like it was OK to abandon me when I was going through hardship, but God forbid his husband had a tummyache, because that was enough to cancel her whole trip.
I was very upset, I told her so after she asked, and I asked her to give me some time to work through my feelings. She kept asking why I was feeling so bad, if she was the one going through a hard time, and after a long disclaimer of "I'm not telling you to recriminate, reproach or trying to make you feel bad about it, I'm just explaining why I feel like this", I told her I was specially upset because it reminded me of my accident and the surgery. She said that I didn't keep my word and I broke our promise. I told her I was not looking for a fight, but I could not control what I was feeling. She said I had promised I was going to work on it. I told her I did, and that's why I could talk about it without crying (I worked on it in therapy.)
We had a huge fight in which she kept telling me I broke my promise, I was full of hatred and resentment and I was selfish. I told her I couldn't control my feelings, I was not trying to reproach her, and I just wanted time to work on what I was feeling. I was rude. No swear words or shouting, but I did raise my voice and I told her how she kept on disregarding my feelings and how she was always looking for a Boogeyman to justify her choices. I was cynical and sarcastic to everything she was saying (a constant commentary of how I'm full of resentment, don't know how to keep my word, and only think about myself.)
I can admit it was selfish of me to not be supportive and understanding of her situation. She was very sad she had to cut her trip short. But at the end of the day, it was her decision to go back because her husband had a stomachache. Now, to be fair, her husband is much older than her. And he eats terribly. He is very healthy, but you never know, I guess. His daughter took him to the hospital, where after receiving the worst medical care for almost a week, he was sent back home with some Tylenol and antibiotics (they couldn't find anything wrong with him.)
I know my feelings were selfish, but I also don't think I broke a promise by being sad and angry.
After thinking about it, I've realized that I thought we were a team (my dad was very abusive so it always felt like I was my mom's guardian and we had each other) and I didn't think her husband was that relevant. I felt like when you realize the person you think is your best friend doesn't feel the same way, but a thousand times worse. And that's on me, I know. I clearly have to work on it.
But I cannot bring myself to apologize. I don't think I was an ah. I don't think she was an ah either, at least not for going back, but I do think she was an ah for her whole speech of "broken promises and full of resentment." She's now asked me if it wouldn't be better not to contact her while I'm so full of hatred and resentment towards her (she actually said," like you do with your father". You know, the one I'm low contact with because of the abuse. My siblings are NC bc they are smarter than me). I told her if she didn't want me to talk to her she just needed to say so. But that I would follow her request if that's what she wanted and not talk to her again. She told me to "do whatever the hell you want, I'm not scared of your threats." Aitah?

Hey there folks,
on Wednesday evening i pulled the trigger and ordered the Steam Deck OLED on Steam after months and months of back and forth with myself. in the end, i bought it because my "urge" to go into our office-room to play PC games on my rig shrinks & shrinks and with the birth of our first child just around the corner, i felt the mobility and compactness of the Deck would be the ideal solution. I rarely play AAA games anyways and what caught my attention, is the emulation possibilities. I got the SNES, PS1, PS2, PS3 & GameCube neatly stored in the basement and rarely get and connect them anymore, but would love to play them more often.
Now i've got a bunch of questions for you veterans here:

• i live in Southern Germany, appearently Decks sold in Europe get shipped from the Netherlands. I've gotten no shipping confirmation so far. Will i get one? How long will it usually take till I got this precious thing in my hands?
• What would be the easiest / most comfortable solution for emulation of said platforms?
• What is the most convenient way to have YouTube on the Deck?

I'm well aware that especially the last two already have been posted & dicussed a crazy amount of times here. I've read through a bunch of them over the last year but gotten to a point, where I feel I've drowned in info-overflow while not having any practical link to it, since all was read when i didn't even decided upon buying a Deck yet.
I'm so thankful for any help.
Best Regards

hello. I'm Rosa Pennitt, a 33-year-old computer engineer from the UK, currently working in London, and I've come to realise that there are many students living the dream I've always dreamed of, in a country far away from London, called South Korea.Having been to South Korea, it's been an amazing experience and I have nothing but praise for the country.Growing up, my family didn't have much money. I had to take out student loans until I graduated from university, and I managed to graduate by applying for jobs on campus, working part-time at the library, and getting some government funding. If I was very good, I could get a scholarship, but I wasn't that good, and I was accepted to the school I applied to first, so the scholarship was very hard to get.
I've been working in the field of computer engineering since then, and I've had a variety of careers, and I'm currently working for a company that works as a team. We build and maintain software and hardware, such as developing new programming and building a server room for a project, and I'm working on the hardware side of things.
Recently, a project with a large company in the UK was successfully completed, and all employees were given time off, and we were all given generous holiday pay, so everyone was encouraged to go abroad.I always like to go to new cultures and experience new things, and this was a pretty big project, and we completed it ahead of schedule, so we were given a long holiday and generous holiday pay.
I have a friend named Lily, who I've been hanging out with in my neighbourhood since I was a kid, who is now settled in Korea and working as a lecturer at a university there.
When I told Lily that I was going to take a long leave of absence and was considering staying abroad, she asked me to come to Korea at this time. She always talked about how much she liked Korea, and I was curious about Korea, so I said yes.
After finishing the project, during the few days when I had to go back to work to complete various paperwork at the company, my colleagues had all made travel plans to different places, and I mentioned that I was going to go to Korea this time.
I was taking a break from work, grabbing a cup of coffee from the vending machine and relaxing in the waiting area when he approached me and asked me, "Are you travelling to Korea this time? How many days are you going to be there?" I wondered why he was so interested, given his negative comments about Korea.
"I'm going to Korea for about two weeks, and my best friend from childhood is a professor there, so I'm thinking of getting her help."For some unknown reason, Richard, who had been talking negatively about Korea, didn't let my story go.
"Korea is just a subset of Japan, its culture is not as good, its development is not as advanced as Japan's," he said in one short sentence, which was very offensive to me.I didn't stand still either. Lily, who lives in Korea, has told me many good things about Korea and how it is better than the UK, and her examples were specific and she didn't seem to be lying, so I had a positive opinion of Korea, and even though I haven't been to Korea yet, I found Richard's comment very rude.
"My friend Lily has been living in Korea for four years, she knows so many good things about Korea, and she often tells me about the excellence of Korean culture, so Richard, on what basis do you talk about denigrating other countries?" Richard seemed confused by my unexpectedly strong words.
He hesitated, then said, "I don't know because I haven't experienced it myself, but I find it hard to believe that Korea is good, because I'm going to Japan next time, and I'm sure I'll have a better experience there than in Korea." I didn't want to get into another argument with Richard, so I just walked away.
I thought he was just a low-level person who was talking bullshit and tried to move on, but his words kept coming back to me.No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't understand what he was saying, and I regretted coming back to him without giving him a proper response.I should have just stood my ground and shut him up! But I felt that going back and arguing with Richard now would only give him an excuse to fight me and put me in a worse position, so I had to suck it up and let it go.Of course, during my trip to Korea, Richard paid a heavy price for his remorse, but I'll tell you about that in a moment.
I had to get over the offence, and the day finally arrived to board the plane to Korea.Before I left Korea, I had come to think of it as a minor disagreement.Getting on the plane to Korea was exciting and anticipated in itself.Meeting Lily at the airport, reuniting with her after so many years, and welcoming her to Korea, I could see her relaxed and content with life in Korea.
With her guidance, we began our tour of Korea, a truly exotic country, a whole different world, and I could see why she raved about it.
The roads were clean and well-maintained, the public toilets were almost always clean everywhere you went, the food was delicious, and there were plenty of experience zones where you could experience the amazing cultural industries that Korea has to offer. I also visited several of the country's large shopping malls, which were all beautifully designed and built with an eye for aesthetics.
On my tenth day in Korea, I had fully adjusted to the time difference and was soaking up the Korean atmosphere that I was hoping that time would pass more slowly.
Lily insisted that we go to Gwangjang Market, which is one of the most popular spots for foreigners, but she said that even if you don't go there, you can find all the food sold at Gwangjang Market in other places, and to be honest, vendors who charge foreigners unfairly have been in the news recently, and when I saw the news, I thought that I had been victimised many times.
Lily didn't want me to go to Gwangjang Market because she said that it was the place where even Koreans are unfairly charged. However, the atmosphere of Gwangjang Market was very different, so I convinced her to go to Gwangjang Market after promising her that I wouldn't buy anything at Gwangjang Market, but just watch.
As expected, there were quite a few foreigners at the entrance of Gwangjang Market, including many Europeans and Americans, but also many people from other Asian countries besides Korea. Lily was disappointed because she said that in Korea, most of the prices are scouted and 99% of the stores are transparent, but there are some merchants who take unfair advantage of the market and ruin the image of Korea.
I was surprised to hear Lily's story because unlike other European countries, Korea is a country where foreigners don't have to pay more for goods and food, and where prices are set, so I was surprised to hear that there are places in Korea where people who do this kind of dirty business.
From a foreigner's point of view, Korea is a country where people are not perfect and there will be people who behave badly, but from a foreigner's point of view, Korea is a country that has been transparent in its consumption, where you have to eat expensive food at the gwangjang market, where you are treated unfairly, but where you have paid very honestly everywhere else. If it weren't for Lily, I would have been a victim of such a scam here, and I felt that such injustices shouldn't happen anymore.
Although I didn't buy anything or eat anything here, I felt that the atmosphere of the Korean market was different and there was a lot to see. Lily also wanted to buy things and eat food here, but she emphasised many times that we should be satisfied with just looking around.
After walking slowly, we walked back towards the entrance of the market and saw a familiar figure in front of us, which I almost recognised as Richard, who hadn't shaved in a while, had a scruffy beard, and was dressed in a plain outfit, standing still on the side of the road, looking at his mobile phone.
Actually, Lily knew about Richard, because when I was in Korea, a colleague of mine, Richard, told me that there was a person who said that Korea was just a subordinate country of Japan, that it was culturally and economically backward, and Lily was very upset about that, and she asked him if he had ever been to Korea or Japan, and she was very upset to hear Richard's bullshit. She made me understand from the very beginning that what Richard was saying was complete bullshit, that the United States was a subsidiary of the United Kingdom.
I told her that there was Richard, the characterless man I had told her about.I was surprised, and she was very surprised.If he was going to Japan, why is he here? I approached him cautiously.I looked at his face and silhouette several times to make sure it was him, and then I was sure it was him.Dear Richard, are you lost? Can I help you? I didn't ask him in an aggressive way, but in a friendly way, because you have to be careful and friendly to get what you want.
Richard was very surprised and smiled at me, very happy to see me. I introduced him to Lily, who was next to me, as a friend of mine who lives in Korea, and although Lily had already heard about Richard, this was her first introduction to Richard.
Richard arrived in Korea this morning and said that it was his first time here and that he couldn't get used to the different atmosphere from Japan. I asked him if he hadn't just been living in Japan and was going back to England, and he made an unrecognisable fat face. I knew something was up right away. I suggested to him that if we hadn't already eaten, we should join him for a meal, saying that it was a great coincidence to meet a colleague in Korea and that we must have a lot to talk about.
I wanted to take my time to hear Richard's story about why he came to Korea.I didn't want him to give away the fact that he had hostile feelings towards Korea, that Lily and I knew, and that he thought very badly of it.Slowly, as I listened to his story, he relaxed and began to tell me that he had actually had an unfortunate experience in Japan.
He said that he was walking down a busy street in Osaka, and he wanted to go to a bar by himself, but he didn't know much about Japan, so he was wandering the streets, wondering which bar to go to, when he was approached by a Japanese man who was smiling at him. At first, he didn't realise he was a tout, because he didn't look like a typical tout, he wasn't dressed in fancy clothes, he just looked like an ordinary office worker.
Richard said he was looking for a pub nearby, and the tout said he knew of one, and led him to it, where he drank contentedly by himself. He said he enjoyed the quiet atmosphere, the lack of people but himself, and the small Japanese-style bar where he drank at his leisure.He said he drank as much as he was satisfied with, and when he asked for the bill to pay and leave the bar, he realised that he had been charged a ridiculously high amount of money.8 The bill was for about 10,000 yen, and it was very expensive, including the tax, and it even included the drinks and snacks that I didn't drink.
He said that he could never pay, but they wouldn't let him leave because they didn't understand him or didn't speak English.
When Richard insisted that he couldn't pay, and shouted that he was going to call the police, they started to bring more empty glasses to the table where he was sitting, and even brought some dirty plates as if he had already eaten the appetisers, and threatened him.
Richard said that he was able to get out of the situation after settling the bill for 50,000 won. After being scammed in Japan, Richard quickly lost interest in travelling, and the next day he went to another place, but there was nothing in sight, and he said that he couldn't bear to think about what happened yesterday.
He said he came to Korea not because he liked Korea, but because he just wanted to get out of Japan, and I came to think that it was a very good thing that we didn't let him enter Gwangjang Market.
Lily and I comforted him, and then I took him around Seoul with me for the rest of the next few days, showing him the conscientious, clean, and friendly side of Korea that I had seen, but also the incredibly developed side of Korea.
Starbucks in Korea is like a place where a lot of people are working on their laptops, doing their work, a little bit like a school library, and it's very quiet, and then Richard and I saw two Korean students, who were programming and coding, and they were struggling with something.
Richard and I, who have already endured a long period of bumps in the road in our careers, could tell that they were trying to solve a task set by the school, and at the same time, we were curious about what they were building and what they were doing.Richard first said to the Korean students, "I'm actually a working programmer, and I'm here to help you because you seem to be stuck and not making progress.
I sat down with the two Korean students, and we had a chance to talk about things.They were freshmen in college, and I didn't have much to offer them programmatically, but I could tell that they had a really great vision and were working very hard.It's kind of creepy to talk about the conversation with them, so I won't go into details, but I felt like I was seeing myself in the past, because I was in a very similar position as a college student, struggling financially and having to study.
I talked to them about the programming industry and gave them a good vision of what they could do if they tried hard enough, and I also remember giving them a dessert to end the meeting.
It was very meaningful to have the opportunity to interact with these students and not just go back to Korea as a tourist.
After a few days of enjoying Korea, he even arranged for me to fly back to the UK with him, as he had been travelling alone in Japan and had been victimised by a scam, so he was very emotionally distressed and relied on me as a colleague.
So at the end of our time in Korea, I said goodbye to Lily, and he said goodbye to Lily, and we were sitting next to each other on the plane, and we were heading back to the UK.
And I asked him a question, do you realise now that before I went to Korea, you said that Korea was a subordinate country of Japan, that it was a very flippant thing to say, and that it could have hurt a lot of people?" I said sharply and firmly.He said he had nothing to say, that he thought he had been punished for what he had said, and that he had been thinking about what he had said the whole trip, and that he was grateful that he had said it now.
Richard acknowledged that his comments were very flippant, saying that he had never been to Korea and had never been to Japan, but that there was no reason for him to think that way."I was very quick to judge Korea, and after travelling around with you and experiencing it firsthand, I realised that I was wrong. Richard's sincere apology softened my feelings towards him, and I actually thought he felt the same way, because when the three of us were travelling around Korea with Lily, he would often say things like, "I really like Korea," "Korea is amazing," and "I didn't know that before, why didn't I know that before?
Richard's flippant remarks were very wrong, but I also felt that he was not a very human being when he reflected on his experiences in Korea and Japan. If he doesn't make flippant remarks again, I think he would be a good colleague to work with.
After returning to the UK, the project team came together again, each with their own wonderful experiences, and talking about them was like travelling the world indirectly for a few days, and I heard a variety of stories, and Richard was the loudest, and it was funny to see how loudly he said he loved Korea.
He promised not to say anything rude, so he didn't tell me about his scam in Japan, but I don't know if it was because he was ashamed of what happened to him, or if he decided not to say anything bad about other countries.This was my travelogue about Korea, and I would like to write about it again if I go to Korea again in the future.

I wanna play these three games and I can't find a way to buy them, and I don't want to pirate them for religious reasons unless there's no way of buying them on PC/ps/Xbox/mobile So where can I buy them

My family will be traveling for one week in Rome and day trip to Pompei, the last week of May. One of our phones (S21) can take the ESIM but two of the others (S20fe and S7) will need a physical sim each. Our operator in the USA is T-Mobile. I have been unsuccessfully searching the internet and reading articles, trying to find ahead of our trip, physical SIMs and where to buy them. The Vodafone site and airalo only seem to sell eSIM. TIM has a tourist plan that is about €30. But it is overkill (30 days and 100Gb is unnecessary) for our needs. One seller on Amazon.com sells a vodafone SIM for $17 but fully 27% of reviews say it does not work :(
Can anyone recommend an inexpensive physical SIM for one week? We will not need more than 1 GB of data. Even 500 MB of data is more than enough.

I took a long time to fly the coop; I moved out 3 years ago for the first time at 27. I love my apartment; it's cute, quiet, and spacious. I got room for my fish tanks, and my gardens, and all my cat's furniture. I have struggled with finances most of that time, but I'm back on track now.
But. My dad and sister are both disabled and I've just received a life-altering diagnosis, and don't know how long I can keep working 60-70 hour weeks before my body decides enough is enough. My future is probably going to be filled with surgeries and treatments and lots of time off of work, which doesn't allow for very independent living. My father is also declining rapidly, especially in his mobility, and the tiny 3 bedroom trailer they're living in is becoming suffocating for them all. There's a great chance he'll end up in a wheelchair at some point soon. My mom worries about where they'll live in the future once he's gone, and I worry about my landlord or their landlords selling my apartment or their trailer park (which is a very valid concern lately; many parks are being sold to big, predatory companies who proceed to price out the tenants).
We all make enough money to where we can comfortably afford to pay the mortgage and home insurance. I won't technically be on the loan at first (VA loans only allow the spouse or a fellow veteran to co-sign; in rare cases, one who is neither can, but they have to come up with 12.5% of the entire loan as a gauranteer, which is not feasable at this point), but I'll be paying 40-50% of the mortgage, which will still be cheaper then rent. And we'll be able to save in many other avenues too.
It won't be perfect, but there will be a lot of positives to it. They'll have more space, they'll be in town so my dad can walk or scooter to places instead of depending on everybody to drive him, he and my sister will both be closer to a hospital in case of medical emergencies (she literally had a seizure this morning that took forever for her to come out of, which is kind of the catalyst for me having this conversation with my parents, but my mom and I have kind of danced around it since my dad started declining), we'll have our own land to do what we want with (hot tubs, ponds, storage sheds, a chicken coop), no landlord to tell us we can only have 1 cat (seriously, they own their trailer, and the park tells them they can only have 1 so they got a cat that's nearly identical to the other one, my landlord says the same, but it's his house, not mine), and the biggest thing is that we'll be in close proximity to help each other. Like, I'm over there 25-40 hours a week anyways, might as well move in together. That said, it will have to be a duplex, because I still need my space, and I'm paying for half of everything.
I don't feel like a failure for only making it on my own for 3 years; economy is tough, and neither of us were expecting our health to decline. I have a 60 year old coworker who just moved back in with his parents for mostly the same reasons, and I have friends who are pushing 40 still living at home. Times are tough, and we're all trying to do the best we can. That said, I will miss my apartment so much (but not my neighbors, they kind of suck; there's posts about them in my post history).
I also know buying a house is a big deal and not a decision to take lightly, and as someone with bipolar and ADHD, it's so easy to get caught up in the excitement of literally everything, but I've been thinking about this for months now, and it gives us all security and support. When my dad does pass (which could be anywhere form 1-15 years from now; the conditions that were supposed to kill him over a decade ago haven't, but the condition that's taken him down wasn't supposed to be this bad this quickly), his life insurance will pay off the house, giving my mom and sister security, even when I decide to move elsewhere, which will be farther in the future than I'd hoped (I can't say I love this town, but I'm close enough to other places that I can escape for the day when I need to).

Hi. This is a short story of my life.
Born in 90s in central Europe. Grandparents were running a small but successful restaurant during summer holidays. My mother and father (both were 20yo when I was born) were living together with my grandparents. We had a massive seafront house with a restaurant connected to it on one side. Nice happy life with plenty time for various activities and leisure. By the age of 3 I start to read and write, taught how to do so by my grandma who spent quite a lot of time with me. She also managed to teach me how to ride a bicycle without stabilisers ! I finally I had a great way to explore the world around me. We had two dogs which always accompanied me when i was playing outside. My town was surrounded by nature. Pine forests, sea, some nice lakes. During summer holidays place was packed with tourists, mostly families and organised school trips. People used to come to the restaurant to have a great time. I can definitely say I was surrounded by happy and relaxed people. Weird stuff but somehow I remember it all even though I was only three.
Just before my 4th bday my brother is born. He was born with some liver problems and since beginning doctors were sceptical about his health condition. Because of his fragility we form a very deep bond. I remember that I wanted to help to feed him using milk bottles for babies prepared by mom. I lay next to him and bring him my toys to comfort him. I sing songs to hims and show him our dogs though the window making sure he know the difference between one and the other.
Always wanting a brother and feeling you can lose him wasn't pleasant but I knew deep in my heart its going to be okay. And it was. He recovered quickly and today he's got health like a horse. My parents however split up. I never knew why. But suddenly I can't remember my father's face. When we walk to the grocery store I keep calling random males dad. I develop some sort of trauma, feeling abandoned and unloved by my father my mother became my numer one. She was untouchable for me and if I would have to jump into flames to stop her cry I would. I even told her I will marry her when i grow up😉 that's how much I loved her. I never wanted for her to be sad and alone.
We stay together at grandparents house for a while until my mom meets a new boyfriend. They had sex and another bro was on the way so following local cultural standards they had to get married.
My step father works for military. He doesn't like me. He moved in to our house to live with mother and us. suddenly he had more rights than me. And started to get involved with most things around the house and restaurant. He also took my mom away from me and their primary focus was on their new baby. I was left to myself every day. I could do whatever I wanted. I spent hours walking in forests or on the beach alone or with dogs. There was no other children my age in our town. I knew some guys but they were a little older and we didn't really like each other because their mom.was working as a cleaner in our restaurant. They always picked on me and laughed at many things which I considered sacred.
Year or two since my stepfather moved in and my parents now decide to move out from grandparents to an apartment located in the centre of a military Base with two large radars and a watch tower. It seemed really cool for me. Seeing all these soldiers and military stuff for a young boy who loved to play with green plastic toy soldiers was a dream come true.
There was however 5 of us already, but the flat we moved to had only two rooms and was approximately 36m2. It was something new but I loved it at first. The base was surrounded by a razorwire, no one could get in or out without going to the gatekeeper.
I'm 6 now. Time to go to school. Nearest school is 8 km away. My parent do have a car but decide to show me where the bus stop is so I can ride my bike to our old house where my grandparents live, leave the bike there and walk to the bus stop. Then get on the bus and tvlravel 8km to my school. Bear in mind the military Base we lived at was roughly 2km away from my grandparents house. It was also hidden in the forest which was incredibly dark during winter. There was also a military grade path leading to the Base rather than normal road.
Again it was just normal for me. I used to wake up at 6 as a 6 year old. Make myself sandwiches to unburden my mother which was now constantly exhausted and depressed. At least that's what I was told to do. Afterwqrds i was getting on my bike and preparing to shout or sing during my ride because every time I was going through that forest there was some animals there. On a few occasions I was chased by wild dogs and foxes but my parents told my to not be afraid and they'll never hurt me. Ofc I was afraid. I was just acting tough to not let down my mother. I wanted to protect her for all cost. After coming back from school I usually had to hooked the house, take the rubbish out and peel potatoes for dinner. Again small little jobs which I continued to do in this exact routine for next few years. Back then I didn't realise none of my friends from will be able to visit me. My parent also didn't want to take me anywhere in the car saying petrol was expensive.
My two brothers were now a little older and it was time for the youngest one [ lets call him B] to start school. Suddenly my parents decided to sign him up to a different school than me and my first brother [let's call him A ]. They also decided to take him to school using car because he was too small to go on his own. - I think that's the first time my brain froze as I felt treated unfair. I remember my throat narrowing in bitterness. [B] was a really cool kid, a little shy but I really enjoyed playing with him. Now because of his shyness he was allowed to have friends to come over. My parents would also take him to the local city or towns so he could see his friends, using the same car and expensive petrol I was always worried about. I however had to wait for the school bus to pick me up and take to and back from school. Sometimes I would finish lessons at 12:00, but the next bus was leaving at 3pm so I had to wait for 3 hours for the bus. Watching my friends being picked up by their parents. I never wanted to put any additional strain on our budget to feel like a burden. I knew I only had to wait and ill get home eventually. Years go by in almost exact same scheme. We grow, the house is getting too small, our brains develop we notice inequalities but they are always ridiculed by our parents. I was always in good relations with my bro [B] in fact he is my best friend till today. never blamed him for what he receives knowing that his father is here and he will be getting different privileges than me and it's not his fault. He is the one to recieve first mobile phone out of 3 of us, he is the one who gets his first separate bedroom when we move out to a bigger city.
We moved when I was 13. I had to leave all the friends i had gatherd. They ment a lot to me because I never had enough time to spend with them. Nor were they allowed to come to play with me after school. I had top grades and was certainly the best student in the class. I only had to listen during the lesson and was always getting the best marks with no effort or studying at home. My favourite subjects were history, geography, physics and biology.
After we moved however mother signed Me to a sport profiled school which I never liker nor enjoyed. I was now put in a class with compete strangers who didn't accept me because I never liked sport. I never even had any interest for football or basketball. I was really excelling in other subjects tho. Here's where my marks start to drop down, I start to run from school during lessons to find something more interesting to do rather than talk about football with my meathead colleagues. We moved again to a tiny 38m2 apartment and I had to share a 8m2 room with my two brothers. Parent could afford a bigger place but this one was free, allocated from the military to my stepdad.
I was introduced to heavy metal and found my place on earth again. Meet few people started smoking joints going out for gigs and drinking till I collapse. I didn't hide my lack of fondness for my step dad. He never told me he loves me, never talked to me about girls, never took ne to school or prepwred me a meal. He was working however and he used to be a sole provider for the family when my mother could cope with her emotions. By the time I'm 16 yo I realise my biological father must be somewhere and I never actually seen him ? I can't remember his face? I managed to find him and established a contact. I have informed my mother that I'm going to meet my father in a cafe someday. And I did. I came back with a new hoodie. Yes after 16 years of not seeing this guy he wanted to gift me something, he wanted to buy me anything I wanted but I always felt like I shouldn't ask for much. He insisted and bought me a really nice and trendy hip hop themed hoodie. When I came back home and my mothers first word were: "Oh now you got a father yes? " If he's such a good dad he will provide for you because we won't anymore. " I didn't know what just happened? I thought I should immediately return the gift to my father but it was too late. They kicked me out of the house, changing the locks and telling my brothers to never give me anything from the house.
My heart was shattered to pieces. I no longer wanted to live. My only thoughts now were what have I done to my mother to make her so angry. I shouldn't see my father. I shouldn't take anything from him. I walked 35km during night back to my first home. I moved back to my grandmother, she is now actively drinking alcohol. The economy collapsed there's not much people coming during summer time and restaurant was shut down.
I attempted suicide by breaking a Gillette single use razor in pieces and cutting deep along my left hand, I was listening to Linkin parks somewhere I belong which made it even more emotional and a little bit easier. After shit gets real I panic. Nearly faint I use superglue to put my skin together I didn't cut trough my veins maybe because I didn't see then through my tears, maybe because I was too scared to actually die. My hand looks like a mess but I put some bandage and wear long sleeve for next year until a solid scar forms telling people around I had a bad infection.
Mother realised where I am because [b] was breaking the rules and he smuggled some of my belongings to me her hatred for me her own mother started to grow rapidly. She didn't want her to look after me. One random evening when I came back from school I see a a few coins and a 100€ note along with a letter. "You have to leave. I no longer have money to support you."
I left the money on the table. Packed my already tiny inventory and left. I slept at friends couches, in the forest, I broke in to some empty holiday homes to stay there for a few nights.wintwr came so I moved into the city and was breaking into people's basements to stay overnight. Be aware it was illegal my country to work if you're below 18. It was also illegal to be kicked out your house if you're below 18.
I found a job at a local car wash, I had a bit of facial hair now and the guy didn't ask for my age. He also paid cash. After a few days he gave me the keys to the premises so I could sleep on a towel there and have access to water to wash my clothes, drink and wash myself ofc.
I have stared a rock band with some friends and somehow we manage to play a few gigs here and there which also helped me to get by. Unfortunately. The owner of the car wash sells the business. And I'm gone. My last piece of "stability " was gone. I decided to ask my friends for some money with no intention of returning it and bought a flight ticket to England where some guy I met sometime ago promised me a job and better opportunities. Just before I leave I ask If I can join my family for the last time during Christmas.
We ate together, all family was there and my mother was pretending like nothing ever happened. No one even knew I wasn't living with them. My other bro [A] was now under my stepfathers sole. And kept actively provoking strange situations during out last supper together. I broke character and told everyone I'm homeless and I'm leaving to live in the uk. Some people are really bothered until my mum said its all good and she knows what's going on and where I'm going. The next day they have seen me packing my backpack with 2 pairs of socks 2 pairs of pants and my id and a toothbrush. No money, no food, no water. My stepfather volunteers to take me to the airport. He drops me of just in front of departures and drives off as soon as I close the doors to his car.
I ended up in Edinburgh. Without language or any valuable skills, but with hope for a normal life. Unfortunately I didn't know the exact situation here. There was no job prepwred for me and i was used as a puppet to get someone a bigger council house and a few quid in benefits because someone could register as my legal guardian.
I had to live with them for a while, I clean the dishes, I cook and keep on smiling to them for while to survive.
They invite more and more people to live with them in the house. Situation was getting out of hand. In the meantime I have met some people in Scotland. A person which i will call [Z] offered me a shelter and help with finding a job. I didn't know he is addicted to heavy drugs by then. But I have met her. By complete accident I have met a woman online who wasn't interested in my financial situation. We spent some time together talking about our past and realised how much in common we had. She gave me some money because I had nothing by that time and lost around 20kg of body mass. I looked like a pale skeleton. I loved about my situation saying I had some issues with my bank.
We fell in love.
She [let's call her [7] had a life I remember I used to have. Love, normality, she had beautiful clean nails and smile of an Angel. She used to call me and tell me about what she was doing. Preparing for example preparing meals, ironing her shirt etc and it felt so alien to me. Almost too normal. Even when she said I have to decide what's for dinner I felt like shes super privileged, forgetting I used to pick whatever I want from our restaurant. It felt so distant like I never had a normal life.
She applied for uni in England, and she got in. Her mother paid for her accommodation never knowing I'm going to join. I bet her mother wouldn't be pleased back then. 😂. I found a job and learnt English to a fluent level in 1 year. Working doing various things. After 3 years of being together, I applied for medical university and finished it. I paid for her next studies, we have also purchased a small house. I was starting to get really successfull at my job, I even gave a few interviews to respected magazines and radio stations.
My whole childhood I was complaining about headaches. I ofted seen zigzags and lights flashing. My mother told me she already took me to the doctors when I was young and this was happening because I was growing too quick. Ok - I never questioned that. Until recently where I found out I was never taken to the doctors ( someone checked med history ) I was diagnosed with craniopharyngioma A form of cancer that can be easily treated when young.
My relations with family were rebuilt by me during recent years . I tried to re establish connection because I was craving for my mothers love. I needed her approval. Whenever I was projecting my dreams I always seen her coming to my house and telling me how proud she was of me. And of things I have achieved.
I confronted my mother asking if she really took me to the doctors, she lied. When I told her about my cancer diagnosis she stopped talking to me. She's ignored me for the past months just waiting patiently for me to die. She didn't tell anyone in our family about this. Everyone is convinced we never had any serious family issues, and all my success is thanks to her. I'm the only one who has a proper job, out of me and by bros. The house that belonged to my grandparents was run down and sold by my mother for half of its value. My grandmother is still alive and she lives in a tiny apartment where my mother doesn't have to help her with anything. [A] didnt talk to me since years even after I helped him in the most dire situations giving him money and a place to stay when he couldn't find job in our country. He never gave any money back to me and twisted the whole situation to make it look a little shinier when he fell. [B] remains my best friend, but is emotionally numb, never had a girlfi3nd and is incapable of love and emotions. [7] lives with me till now, sleeping as I write all this shit for God knows what reason ??
If you still reading, thanks for your time. I hope there's some lessons to learn from my mistakes.
I might be a weak man because I have emotions and a heart I valued others opinion more than I valued my life I was looking for my toxic mothers approval thinking our family was almost normal.
But I fought for what I believed in My biological father died just a few years go He was nearly 50
I have seen him 6 times in my whole life because I didn't won't to upset mum.
I have not been eating a Christmas dinner since the last time I was home with you mum.
I hope you find your peace.
Sorry for grammar etc I didn't even bother checking it. I wrote it all on my phone just now. Might delete later .
God bless.

Hey everyone, my spouse and I live in a wealthier area where people pay for nearly every type of service. Most neighbors have lawn services, landscapers, knife sharpeners, mobile detailing coming to their home, house cleaners and even services to clean up their dog's poop.
I always joke that I'm sure these people pay someone to bring in their garbage bins.
Was curious to what people here think would be a good business to start in this area?
From the folks we talk to majority are wealth managers, business owners, doctors and lawyers (many people around have the stereotype categorized as snobby).
We lucked out buying the crappiest smallest house in the area nearly a decade ago. We seem to live a different life from the majority as we cannot afford all these types of services.
Thank you!

So since the start of March we saw a lot of price action, the return of DFV and a potential Buyback form somewhere. We also got some answers from ComputerShare today.
There's a lot of speculations as to what's happening and the timeline of things. DFV is posting a lot - seems excited about the volume. So what is happening? We'll I've also been rewatching DFV's videos on youtube. There's the Live video he has when the stock reached 30$ the last time in 2021. I remember him saying that anything could of caused the price volatility. Maybe the market was Pricing in some new information or digesting information that it hadn't already priced in. Maybe the thesis was evolving to reflect any of the underlying factors or change in the company's fundamentals. He also mentioned that the bear thesis was likely aiming for 0 - basically killing the company off entirely for free money. That they got so complacent that they had been shorting the company even while it was sub 1 $. Shorting it while it was 50 cents a share. How crazy do you have to be to short a company that much right?
Now the bear thesis is struggling imo. Not only has the Company achieved Full year profitability for 2023 - I dare say they will have a positive 2024 with potentially all positive EPS Quarters.
The Bull thesis is stronger than ever. In terms easy to digest terms; 1- The company leveraging it's legacy brick and mortar locations by adapting to it's varied customer base (older and younger customers) 2- Removing non profitable locations 3- Increasing it's available stock and range of merchandise 4- Opening new sources of high return revenue (CandyCON) 5- Looking at new avenues to increase consumer affinity (Pokemon Card grading potential).
Now, the company is strongly positioned - lots of Cash on hand for investment and development. Lots of loyal customers signed up with the Membership Programs. They have the ability and the potential to develop additional streams of revenue. Not only in the growing field of merchandise, but also in the growing sector of gaming and accessories.
So let's review. Shorts are dumb stormtroopers that know only one thing - short the company and keep shorting it to 0. You also need to distort and control the narrative. I.E the 5,000 articles of 'Forget GameStop' or 'SELL NOW' or 'The meme stock craze is over' If we follow that thread and observe the rising Short count that is 'officially declared' we can see that the Shorts have continued to short the company every market day since the first sneeze. Whether you want to look at the daily short volume count, the growing SI% and knowing that they changed the calculation so that GME would never show a high SI% ever again.
So what happened in March? March 26th when we got confirmation of full year profitability. Well they kept shorting GameStop. They shorted gamestop everyday since March 26th and then realized that Shareholders generally we're holding strong and buying shares. The fact that so many shareholders are not only incredibly dedicated to the stock, but also locked into ComputerShare directly with the transfer agent on the company's share ledger is scaring the shit out of them.
So the Price climbed back up. Back to the March 26th Price -- but it didn't stop there. It kept climbing out of the dorito of doom. It climbed out of the downward trend channel. Why did it continue? Well like back in 2021 video - who really knows. We don't really have as much clarity with the Market as they claim we do. We can see all the trades are occurring OTC. We know all our buys are in darkpools. Is it the market pricing in the 2023 profitability in a delayed fashion?
Is there a mole or a leak in the Accounting branch of GameStop CORP? 24Q1 ended at the end of April - or perhaps the first saturday of March? Either way -- is it possible there is someone that has access to the earnings data for GameStop Q1 2024 and this caused them to change their position on the stock? Remember DFV says thesis are always evolving based on incoming information. If GME shows a positive Q1 EPS - for a seasonal retailer - that would be insane. They might never have a negative EPS ever again. Did Shorts realize the danger of this to their bear thesis and decide they have a limited amount of time to force shareholders to sell?
So let's look at the chart. We got an insane volatility up to 80 and have been lagging down a bit, testing resistances. Okay interesting. I think this is their bait. Trying to get all the paper hands - after 3 (for some 4) years of waiting. Some people might be tired and looking for a way out. Looking for a 'peak' to exit. I've had so many people reach out to me for the first time in years in a panic thinking that was the squeeze and they missed the peak. Now this is where all the mindgames continue. If they have a limited timetable until the next Earnings report in June - they will slowly walk down and try to tank the price, trying to demoralize shareholders, but most importantly the normies that have no idea what is happening. The bear thesis requires people to abandon GameStop.
So Let's continue a bit here. I think GameStop price should recover - would it take a day, would it take 2 weeks? or a few months? hey who knows. This seems to be happening on no news. All I know is that if there is enough resistance (Shareholders / investors holding and buying more shares) it will eventually drive the price back up.
Now let's talk about RoaringKitty / DFV. I mean he's one cool cat and I love all his memes. His tweets are hilarious and to tell you the truth I have no idea what half of them mean. He is one heck of a smart guy and to tell you the truth I should probably rewatch most of his videos on his youtube channel to have a refresher on all he sees. There are videos that he goes over what tools he uses for analysis. I'm sure some of us could learn a thing or two and be able to see things the way he does. I personally wish him the best. He deserves all the happiness, joy, success and tendies in the world. I hope we all do.
Did GameStop start a Share Buyback? Maybe? I don't know I don't have access to that information. I saw some post about some filing. Maybe that was 4D chess too. Let's say they announced the intention of a share buy back. Shorts definitely would see this information posted/listed. This new information would morph their thesis as DFV would say. They would adapt and change their behavior based on it.
What if fear worked both ways - Some shorts got scared and panicked. They tried to leave which caused massive upwards volatility. Okay so was all that value from Shorts? maybe? & what about the other shorts? Well we can see that the amount of shorts actually increased until now. The 'Official count' grew from 52 to 67 million right? so maybe one of them got scared and another short decided to short it from 80 back down to 30. Remember there's an option chain with potential Gamma squeeze fully geared up for tomorrow. Now if all of that mobility occurred because of shorts and if GameStop really is planning to do a share buy back - maybe Friday is when they actually carry it out. If they know dumb stormtroopers are going to short the stock down from 80 and try to get as many Calls to go OTM that are currently ITM. Then it could in a way have been a trap to get them to short the stock down. maybe at 30$ per share that's when GME buys back 3 million shares with their 100 million $ set aside for it.
Also ComputerShare count. That's probably the only way DFV can accurately gauge how many of us are actually holding with him. The share count has plateaued because some people are likely hitting monetary hard times. That just means that the 75 million shares. the whopping 25% of the outstanding shares are held in an increasingly more dedicated group of shareholder investors. If more people want to join in on the DRS that would be great.
So in general Is this potentially what DFV saw ? Or is it the LEAPS expiring? Either way as he mentioned in his video it's all speculation. Normal stocks DON'T behave like this. Normal Stocks don't go from 10$ to 80$ on no news. Now I'm sure DFV had some other plays. In the same videos he says he has been bullish on some Bitstuff. Well Bitstuff went from 20k to 100k. I'm sure DFV made a shitton of money in the 3 years he was dormant. So maybe he also had LEAPS or Calls or bought more Shares? Who knows. What he does is up to him - all I know is that he is Bullish on GME and so am I.
For me the price target is just up. I won't sell my DRS shares. Whether it reaches 100 $, 200$, 500%, 1,000$, 10,000$. My goal is Just up. I just want to see HOW HIGH of a number GameStop can reach. It is a lifelong commitment and I buy shares every year.
Anyways let me know what you guys think or if you want to discuss anything I've mentioned. Let's see what happens tomorrow ;)

So since the start of March we saw a lot of price action, the return of DFV and a potential Buyback form somewhere. We also got some answers from ComputerShare today.
There's a lot of speculations as to what's happening and the timeline of things. DFV is posting a lot - seems excited about the volume. So what is happening? We'll I've also been rewatching DFV's videos on youtube. There's the Live video he has when the stock reached 30$ the last time in 2021. I remember him saying that anything could of caused the price volatility. Maybe the market was Pricing in some new information or digesting information that it hadn't already priced in. Maybe the thesis was evolving to reflect any of the underlying factors or change in the company's fundamentals. He also mentioned that the bear thesis was likely aiming for 0 - basically killing the company off entirely for free money. That they got so complacent that they had been shorting the company even while it was sub 1 $. Shorting it while it was 50 cents a share. How crazy do you have to be to short a company that much right?
Now the bear thesis is struggling imo. Not only has the Company achieved Full year profitability for 2023 - I dare say they will have a positive 2024 with potentially all positive EPS Quarters.
The Bull thesis is stronger than ever. In terms easy to digest terms; 1- The company leveraging it's legacy brick and mortar locations by adapting to it's varied customer base (older and younger customers) 2- Removing non profitable locations 3- Increasing it's available stock and range of merchandise 4- Opening new sources of high return revenue (CandyCON) 5- Looking at new avenues to increase consumer affinity (Pokemon Card grading potential).
Now, the company is strongly positioned - lots of Cash on hand for investment and development. Lots of loyal customers signed up with the Membership Programs. They have the ability and the potential to develop additional streams of revenue. Not only in the growing field of merchandise, but also in the growing sector of gaming and accessories.
So let's review. Shorts are dumb stormtroopers that know only one thing - short the company and keep shorting it to 0. You also need to distort and control the narrative. I.E the 5,000 articles of 'Forget GameStop' or 'SELL NOW' or 'The meme stock craze is over' If we follow that thread and observe the rising Short count that is 'officially declared' we can see that the Shorts have continued to short the company every market day since the first sneeze. Whether you want to look at the daily short volume count, the growing SI% and knowing that they changed the calculation so that GME would never show a high SI% ever again.
So what happened in March? March 26th when we got confirmation of full year profitability. Well they kept shorting GameStop. They shorted gamestop everyday since March 26th and then realized that Shareholders generally we're holding strong and buying shares. The fact that so many shareholders are not only incredibly dedicated to the stock, but also locked into ComputerShare directly with the transfer agent on the company's share ledger is scaring the shit out of them.
So the Price climbed back up. Back to the March 26th Price -- but it didn't stop there. It kept climbing out of the dorito of doom. It climbed out of the downward trend channel. Why did it continue? Well like back in 2021 video - who really knows. We don't really have as much clarity with the Market as they claim we do. We can see all the trades are occurring OTC. We know all our buys are in darkpools. Is it the market pricing in the 2023 profitability in a delayed fashion?
Is there a mole or a leak in the Accounting branch of GameStop CORP? 24Q1 ended at the end of April - or perhaps the first saturday of March? Either way -- is it possible there is someone that has access to the earnings data for GameStop Q1 2024 and this caused them to change their position on the stock? Remember DFV says thesis are always evolving based on incoming information. If GME shows a positive Q1 EPS - for a seasonal retailer - that would be insane. They might never have a negative EPS ever again. Did Shorts realize the danger of this to their bear thesis and decide they have a limited amount of time to force shareholders to sell?
So let's look at the chart. We got an insane volatility up to 80 and have been lagging down a bit, testing resistances. Okay interesting. I think this is their bait. Trying to get all the paper hands - after 3 (for some 4) years of waiting. Some people might be tired and looking for a way out. Looking for a 'peak' to exit. I've had so many people reach out to me for the first time in years in a panic thinking that was the squeeze and they missed the peak. Now this is where all the mindgames continue. If they have a limited timetable until the next Earnings report in June - they will slowly walk down and try to tank the price, trying to demoralize shareholders, but most importantly the normies that have no idea what is happening. The bear thesis requires people to abandon GameStop.
So Let's continue a bit here. I think GameStop price should recover - would it take a day, would it take 2 weeks? or a few months? hey who knows. This seems to be happening on no news. All I know is that if there is enough resistance (Shareholders / investors holding and buying more shares) it will eventually drive the price back up.
Now let's talk about RoaringKitty / DFV. I mean he's one cool cat and I love all his memes. His tweets are hilarious and to tell you the truth I have no idea what half of them mean. He is one heck of a smart guy and to tell you the truth I should probably rewatch most of his videos on his youtube channel to have a refresher on all he sees. There are videos that he goes over what tools he uses for analysis. I'm sure some of us could learn a thing or two and be able to see things the way he does. I personally wish him the best. He deserves all the happiness, joy, success and tendies in the world. I hope we all do.
Did GameStop start a Share Buyback? Maybe? I don't know I don't have access to that information. I saw some post about some filing. Maybe that was 4D chess too. Let's say they announced the intention of a share buy back. Shorts definitely would see this information posted/listed. This new information would morph their thesis as DFV would say. They would adapt and change their behavior based on it.
What if fear worked both ways - Some shorts got scared and panicked. They tried to leave which caused massive upwards volatility. Okay so was all that value from Shorts? maybe? & what about the other shorts? Well we can see that the amount of shorts actually increased until now. The 'Official count' grew from 52 to 67 million right? so maybe one of them got scared and another short decided to short it from 80 back down to 30. Remember there's an option chain with potential Gamma squeeze fully geared up for tomorrow. Now if all of that mobility occurred because of shorts and if GameStop really is planning to do a share buy back - maybe Friday is when they actually carry it out. If they know dumb stormtroopers are going to short the stock down from 80 and try to get as many Calls to go OTM that are currently ITM. Then it could in a way have been a trap to get them to short the stock down. maybe at 30$ per share that's when GME buys back 3 million shares with their 100 million $ set aside for it.
Also ComputerShare count. That's probably the only way DFV can accurately gauge how many of us are actually holding with him. The share count has plateaued because some people are likely hitting monetary hard times. That just means that the 75 million shares. the whopping 25% of the outstanding shares are held in an increasingly more dedicated group of shareholder investors. If more people want to join in on the DRS that would be great.
So in general Is this potentially what DFV saw ? Or is it the LEAPS expiring? Either way as he mentioned in his video it's all speculation. Normal stocks DON'T behave like this. Normal Stocks don't go from 10$ to 80$ on no news. Now I'm sure DFV had some other plays. In the same videos he says he has been bullish on some Bitstuff. Well Bitstuff went from 20k to 100k. I'm sure DFV made a shitton of money in the 3 years he was dormant. So maybe he also had LEAPS or Calls or bought more Shares? Who knows. What he does is up to him - all I know is that he is Bullish on GME and so am I.
For me the price target is just up. I won't sell my DRS shares. Whether it reaches 100 $, 200$, 500%, 1,000$, 10,000$. My goal is Just up. I just want to see HOW HIGH of a number GameStop can reach. It is a lifelong commitment and I buy shares every year.
Anyways let me know what you guys think or if you want to discuss anything I've mentioned. Let's see what happens tomorrow ;)

This has been a great avenue for myself as a caregiver to share freely since the beginning of this journey when my 13 yo son had been diagnosed with Ewing Sarcoma. It has been 6 cycles in and already it has been one heck of a journey. Hearing replies and affirmations as well as words of encouragement has helped me in my darkest days as I sit beside my son in the hospital room. It has lifted my spirits and positive spirits are infectious and my sons feels spirited and more inclined to smile in the midst of adversity.
In the midst of his treatments, I can’t fathom the journey ahead. I tried to envision the future where my son is fully recovered and there I am dropping him off to school but I am scared that with so much hopefulness, I won’t be able to handle disappointments down the road. With every passing day that the tumor remains in the body, the anxiety that overcomes me with every PET and MRI scan that the tumor has spread or grown bigger overcomes me with overwhelming nausea. Thus, I ask myself, what am I supposed to think and feel at any one moment. It just boils down to steeliness of the mind and calmness in demeanour, words and actions. It makes me tired tbh. And again, I want to curl in a tight ball and shut everything out. I want to buy that plane ticket and fly off to a beach destination and sip mojitos all day with no care in the world.
Today the panel of doctors will be discussing the way forward. Given that the tumor is digging deep on his left sciatic nerve, surgery would result in amputation of his left leg!! Thus, further chemo and radiation might be recommended to hopefully reduce the tumor near the nerves to allow for a wide margin for surgery!
I ask myself. Cancer gives him pain - yes. Chemo removed that pain - yes. But, amputation though removing the tumor might possibly incapacitate his mobility is such a cruel alternative. It’s almost ironic! Walking with pain due to cancer to not being able to walk post surgery. It’s just so cruel and mind bending. I worry about his potential surgery. And I feel so sorry that it has to be my 13 yo son having to face these decisions. My heart breaks again for him.
I ask my heart. How many times were you broken this year. I can’t bear to count. I ask my heart, are you strong enough to bear more. My heart says, please no more. My mind tries to overcome the heart - tries to rationalise it. My mind is blank. My heart is in overdrive. Then once again, I want to curl myself into a ball.
I can’t describe how much I really hate cancer. I hate that the treatment process is so long. I hate that it causes so much suffering. I hate that it causes so much uncertainty. I hate that it sucks the life out of you. I hate that it knocks your breath out in wild anticipation of whatever news it might bring. I hate that you wonder if the doctors are ever telling you the 💯 truth or are they just buying you hope. Yet you also wonder if it’s your fault that they are not telling the entire truth because I haven’t as a parent shown the steeliness and calmness in the face of breaking news.
I beg for mercy for my son’s wellbeing. That his suffering is not a life sentence. Because that is not a life to live. I beg for his strength and continued motivation though he has already shown so much (this I would not take for granted). I beg for strength to continue to care for him. I beg for a full recovery and a smooth treatment plan.

This has been a great avenue for myself as a caregiver to share freely since the beginning of this journey when my 13 yo son had been diagnosed with Ewing Sarcoma. It has been 6 cycles in and already it has been one heck of a journey. Hearing replies and affirmations as well as words of encouragement has helped me in my darkest days as I sit beside my son in the hospital room. It has lifted my spirits and positive spirits are infectious and my sons feels spirited and more inclined to smile in the midst of adversity.
In the midst of his treatments, I can’t fathom the journey ahead. I tried to envision the future where my son is fully recovered and there I am dropping him off to school but I am scared that with so much hopefulness, I won’t be able to handle disappointments down the road. With every passing day that the tumor remains in the body, the anxiety that overcomes me with every PET and MRI scan that the tumor has spread or grown bigger overcomes me with overwhelming nausea. Thus, I ask myself, what am I supposed to think and feel at any one moment. It just boils down to steeliness of the mind and calmness in demeanour, words and actions. It makes me tired tbh. And again, I want to curl in a tight ball and shut everything out. I want to buy that plane ticket and fly off to a beach destination and sip mojitos all day with no care in the world.
Today the panel of doctors will be discussing the way forward. Given that the tumor is digging deep on his left sciatic nerve, surgery would result in amputation of his left leg!! Thus, further chemo and radiation might be recommended to hopefully reduce the tumor near the nerves to allow for a wide margin for surgery!
I ask myself. Cancer gives him pain - yes. Chemo removed that pain - yes. But, amputation though removing the tumor might possibly incapacitate his mobility is such a cruel alternative. It’s almost ironic! Walking with pain due to cancer to not being able to walk post surgery. It’s just so cruel and mind bending. I worry about his potential surgery. And I feel so sorry that it has to be my 13 yo son having to face these decisions. My heart breaks again for him.
I ask my heart. How many times were you broken this year. I can’t bear to count. I ask my heart, are you strong enough to bear more. My heart says, please no more. My mind tries to overcome the heart - tries to rationalise it. My mind is blank. My heart is in overdrive. Then once again, I want to curl myself into a ball.
I can’t describe how much I really hate cancer. I hate that the treatment process is so long. I hate that it causes so much suffering. I hate that it causes so much uncertainty. I hate that it sucks the life out of you. I hate that it knocks your breath out in wild anticipation of whatever news it might bring. I hate that you wonder if the doctors are ever telling you the 💯 truth or are they just buying you hope. Yet you also wonder if it’s your fault that they are not telling the entire truth because I haven’t as a parent shown the steeliness and calmness in the face of breaking news.
I beg for mercy for my son’s wellbeing. That his suffering is not a life sentence. Because that is not a life to live. I beg for his strength and continued motivation though he has already shown so much (this I would not take for granted). I beg for strength to continue to care for him. I beg for a full recovery and a smooth treatment plan.

This has been a great avenue for myself as a caregiver to share freely since the beginning of this journey when my 13 yo son had been diagnosed with Ewing Sarcoma. It has been 6 cycles in and already it has been one heck of a journey. Hearing replies and affirmations as well as words of encouragement has helped me in my darkest days as I sit beside my son in the hospital room. It has lifted my spirits and positive spirits are infectious and my sons feels spirited and more inclined to smile in the midst of adversity.
In the midst of his treatments, I can’t fathom the journey ahead. I tried to envision the future where my son is fully recovered and there I am dropping him off to school but I am scared that with so much hopefulness, I won’t be able to handle disappointments down the road. With every passing day that the tumor remains in the body, the anxiety that overcomes me with every PET and MRI scan that the tumor has spread or grown bigger overcomes me with overwhelming nausea. Thus, I ask myself, what am I supposed to think and feel at any one moment. It just boils down to steeliness of the mind and calmness in demeanour, words and actions. It makes me tired tbh. And again, I want to curl in a tight ball and shut everything out. I want to buy that plane ticket and fly off to a beach destination and sip mojitos all day with no care in the world.
Today the panel of doctors will be discussing the way forward. Given that the tumor is digging deep on his left sciatic nerve, surgery would result in amputation of his left leg!! Thus, further chemo and radiation might be recommended to hopefully reduce the tumor near the nerves to allow for a wide margin for surgery!
I ask myself. Cancer gives him pain - yes. Chemo removed that pain - yes. But, amputation though removing the tumor might possibly incapacitate his mobility is such a cruel alternative. It’s almost ironic! Walking with pain due to cancer to not being able to walk post surgery. It’s just so cruel and mind bending. I worry about his potential surgery. And I feel so sorry that it has to be my 13 yo son having to face these decisions. My heart breaks again for him.
I ask my heart. How many times were you broken this year. I can’t bear to count. I ask my heart, are you strong enough to bear more. My heart says, please no more. My mind tries to overcome the heart - tries to rationalise it. My mind is blank. My heart is in overdrive. Then once again, I want to curl myself into a ball.
I can’t describe how much I really hate cancer. I hate that the treatment process is so long. I hate that it causes so much suffering. I hate that it causes so much uncertainty. I hate that it sucks the life out of you. I hate that it knocks your breath out in wild anticipation of whatever news it might bring. I hate that you wonder if the doctors are ever telling you the 💯 truth or are they just buying you hope. Yet you also wonder if it’s your fault that they are not telling the entire truth because I haven’t as a parent shown the steeliness and calmness in the face of breaking news.
I beg for mercy for my son’s wellbeing. That his suffering is not a life sentence. Because that is not a life to live. I beg for his strength and continued motivation though he has already shown so much (this I would not take for granted). I beg for strength to continue to care for him. I beg for a full recovery and a smooth treatment plan.

This has been a great avenue for myself as a caregiver to share freely since the beginning of this journey when my 13 yo son had been diagnosed with Ewing Sarcoma. It has been 6 cycles in and already it has been one heck of a journey. Hearing replies and affirmations as well as words of encouragement has helped me in my darkest days as I sit beside my son in the hospital room. It has lifted my spirits and positive spirits are infectious and my sons feels spirited and more inclined to smile in the midst of adversity.
In the midst of his treatments, I can’t fathom the journey ahead. I tried to envision the future where my son is fully recovered and there I am dropping him off to school but I am scared that with so much hopefulness, I won’t be able to handle disappointments down the road. With every passing day that the tumor remains in the body, the anxiety that overcomes me with every PET and MRI scan that the tumor has spread or grown bigger overcomes me with overwhelming nausea. Thus, I ask myself, what am I supposed to think and feel at any one moment. It just boils down to steeliness of the mind and calmness in demeanour, words and actions. It makes me tired tbh. And again, I want to curl in a tight ball and shut everything out. I want to buy that plane ticket and fly off to a beach destination and sip mojitos all day with no care in the world.
Today the panel of doctors will be discussing the way forward. Given that the tumor is digging deep on his left sciatic nerve, surgery would result in amputation of his left leg!! Thus, further chemo and radiation might be recommended to hopefully reduce the tumor near the nerves to allow for a wide margin for surgery!
I ask myself. Cancer gives him pain - yes. Chemo removed that pain - yes. But, amputation though removing the tumor might possibly incapacitate his mobility is such a cruel alternative. It’s almost ironic! Walking with pain due to cancer to not being able to walk post surgery. It’s just so cruel and mind bending. I worry about his potential surgery. And I feel so sorry that it has to be my 13 yo son having to face these decisions. My heart breaks again for him.
I ask my heart. How many times were you broken this year. I can’t bear to count. I ask my heart, are you strong enough to bear more. My heart says, please no more. My mind tries to overcome the heart - tries to rationalise it. My mind is blank. My heart is in overdrive. Then once again, I want to curl myself into a ball.
I can’t describe how much I really hate cancer. I hate that the treatment process is so long. I hate that it causes so much suffering. I hate that it causes so much uncertainty. I hate that it sucks the life out of you. I hate that it knocks your breath out in wild anticipation of whatever news it might bring. I hate that you wonder if the doctors are ever telling you the 💯 truth or are they just buying you hope. Yet you also wonder if it’s your fault that they are not telling the entire truth because I haven’t as a parent shown the steeliness and calmness in the face of breaking news.
I beg for mercy for my son’s wellbeing. That his suffering is not a life sentence. Because that is not a life to live. I beg for his strength and continued motivation though he has already shown so much (this I would not take for granted). I beg for strength to continue to care for him. I beg for a full recovery and a smooth treatment plan.

This has been a great avenue for myself as a caregiver to share freely since the beginning of this journey when my 13 yo son had been diagnosed with Ewing Sarcoma. It has been 6 cycles in and already it has been one heck of a journey. Hearing replies and affirmations as well as words of encouragement has helped me in my darkest days as I sit beside my son in the hospital room. It has lifted my spirits and positive spirits are infectious and my sons feels spirited and more inclined to smile in the midst of adversity.
In the midst of his treatments, I can’t fathom the journey ahead. I tried to envision the future where my son is fully recovered and there I am dropping him off to school but I am scared that with so much hopefulness, I won’t be able to handle disappointments down the road. With every passing day that the tumor remains in the body, the anxiety that overcomes me with every PET and MRI scan that the tumor has spread or grown bigger overcomes me with overwhelming nausea. Thus, I ask myself, what am I supposed to think and feel at any one moment. It just boils down to steeliness of the mind and calmness in demeanour, words and actions. It makes me tired tbh. And again, I want to curl in a tight ball and shut everything out. I want to buy that plane ticket and fly off to a beach destination and sip mojitos all day with no care in the world.
Today the panel of doctors will be discussing the way forward. Given that the tumor is digging deep on his left sciatic nerve, surgery would result in amputation of his left leg!! Thus, further chemo and radiation might be recommended to hopefully reduce the tumor near the nerves to allow for a wide margin for surgery!
I ask myself. Cancer gives him pain - yes. Chemo removed that pain - yes. But, amputation though removing the tumor might possibly incapacitate his mobility is such a cruel alternative. It’s almost ironic! Walking with pain due to cancer to not being able to walk post surgery. It’s just so cruel and mind bending. I worry about his potential surgery. And I feel so sorry that it has to be my 13 yo son having to face these decisions. My heart breaks again for him.
I ask my heart. How many times were you broken this year. I can’t bear to count. I ask my heart, are you strong enough to bear more. My heart says, please no more. My mind tries to overcome the heart - tries to rationalise it. My mind is blank. My heart is in overdrive. Then once again, I want to curl myself into a ball.
I can’t describe how much I really hate cancer. I hate that the treatment process is so long. I hate that it causes so much suffering. I hate that it causes so much uncertainty. I hate that it sucks the life out of you. I hate that it knocks your breath out in wild anticipation of whatever news it might bring. I hate that you wonder if the doctors are ever telling you the 💯 truth or are they just buying you hope. Yet you also wonder if it’s your fault that they are not telling the entire truth because I haven’t as a parent shown the steeliness and calmness in the face of breaking news.
I beg for mercy for my son’s wellbeing. That his suffering is not a life sentence. Because that is not a life to live. I beg for his strength and continued motivation though he has already shown so much (this I would not take for granted). I beg for strength to continue to care for him. I beg for a full recovery and a smooth treatment plan.

Greetings. I know this question been around a lot lately but i need a support in this matter.
Recently i was considering buying an iPad Air (M2) and i was thinking of getting it in 11 or 13 inches?
I know its all depends on the use cases so here goes:
I am thinking to buy this ipad for watching youtube videos, tv shows, playing games specially on bed before i go to sleep.
I also want to make it my portable machine since i own and use Mac Mini (M2 Pro) for heavy task like (video and photo editing). I am also planning to use this ipad for personal productivity, light photo & video edit, and maybe light music production in the future (learning a little bit as a hobby)
I used to have a 2020 MacBook Pro (intel with touch bar) that i rarely use, and i gifted it to my sister in law since she is in need of a laptop for college.
I have an ipad mini 6 (64 GB with cellular) that i adore and i use almost every day specially to watch videos before bed.
My personal phone is an iPhone, but i use a Samsung galaxy phone as my work mobile as well as a TabS9 (with cellular) for work since they work well together and my company only offers windows machines to work with. (I never took my tab s9 out of my backpack at home, it stays there until i arrived at work)
My plan for the new iPad Air is to replace my ipad mini for entertainment before bed (I mentioned before bed a lot since i heard the 13” is difficult to hold), also for personal productivity as i mentioned earlier.
And i am also planning to make my ipad mini as portable device where i took it to work for note taking and reading specially for meeting also taking it everywhere else.
So now after this long description (sorry for that) what is your suggestion? Ipad air 11, 13 or I should not bother buying device and keep my current system as it is?
Thank you very much for your support in advance.

zombie game on android or mobile, I believe it wasn’t very popular. The intro was in 3D for whatever reason where the player shot up zombies, with the gun customization options in 3D. The environment looked very dull. The intro involved the shooting a bunch of zombies through a fence. Then you were in the main menu I think, and the background for where the intro happened remained the same. The gameplay itself was 2D where you can move and shoot (maybe last time I played was many years ago) in the game you could buy new guns, upgrade and purchase coins with real money I believe. The weapon shop looked kinda huge. Guns were sorted in rows and columns. The graphics were not very realistic The 2d gameplay from my archaic memory may have been pixel art In the 2d gameplay you could pick up weapons and had to kill the zombies or use your weapon you already had. It wasn’t very popular Game got taken down completely no trace of it. I remember playing it with my friend he was using iOS i believe and pretended to shoot the zombies that were walking through the fence in the intro by gliding his finger over them as they were shot.