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2024.05.19 10:05 ggwplucky [Abandoned Pools] Sony Connect Track by Track Interview
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If you want to read it/see it from the "raw" source and discover more, here's a link with the Wayback's capture I found on the interview blog: https://web.archive.org/web/20071005015435/http://www.myspace.com/abandonedpools Now without further ado, the Sonic Connect Interview: A track by track discussion of Armed to the Teeth from the Sony Connect Store interview: LETHAL KILLERS TW: As far as how that [demo of the] song was constructed ... I did this trick where I would take a half-time drum loop and sort of nudge it one way and then put in another track and nudge it the other, and we got this sort of double time, rolling drum feel. So that - plus the sort of round-robin type of guitar parts that we have going - was sort of a very easy construction for a song. And then you start moving the bass part around, and, boom, you've got a song. But I think that lyrically - I want to make it clear that that song isn't necessarily [about] "church is bad, government's bad." I think it's a little bit more complicated than that, though sometimes if you mix the two of religious power and government power, that can be bad for both of them. And I kinda like the idea of not living a life saying, "Well, you better live life in a certain way because then, you know, everything's gonna be great later in heaven." You know, the idea of, like, if this is all we have now, if that idea was just a little bit more embraced, our world could be a little bit better. I just find that a little bit more satisfying, too, if you think like, this is all you have and then you're gonna die. [Laughs] It seems a little bit more like, "Oh, okay, well!" instead of, like, thinking that there's some other life at some other time and you can put things off. RABBLE TW: Well, a lot of the songs on this record - about two-thirds of it - have to do with a relationship I had that went south, and you know when you go through relationships you always have such a good 20/20 hindsight about things. And I think "Rabble" is just trying to basically say to somebody, "I just wanted to know you better" . . . It's just one of those things where, with this relationship in particular, I wish it would have turned out better. And there's a lot of things that happened that shouldn't have happened, and it's just sort of one of those "oh, what could have been?" scenarios. THE CATALYST TW: "The Catalyst" is definitely along the same lines. I think the main line in that one is "I wish I could say something beautiful to make you fall in love again." There's a Coachella reference in there, too: "Love has slowly faded away like spotlights shining into space." Have you ever been to Coachella? Of course you have. You know, there's all those spotlights that shoot up in the air. I just thought that was kinda cool, like, how far do those lights really go? "The Catalyst" was also the last song written for the record. It was demoed while we were in the studio. And it's one of those songs that I said two-thirds of the record was written for somebody. That's one of them. TIGHTER NOOSE TW: "Tighter Noose" is the oldest song on the record by far. It was probably written back in '99, 2000, or somewhere in there. I was thinking about it for the first record [2001's Humanistic], but it didn't really fit in with those kind of songs, so I kept it around and we'd even play it live occasionally. I think it fits in with these songs way better. [As for what "Tighter Noose" is about,] that song is one of those breaking-off-on-your-own- what-have-you-got-to-lose kind of things, because that was written sort of in the wake of when I was in The Eels. It wasn't a terribly happy situation, so I was like, well screw it, I'm just gonna go off and do my own thing. And then it's sort of like, well, you know: "I'm gonna go start my own thing. Uh, I have to learn to sing and write songs now." [Laughs] It's kinda funny: "Screw you guys! I'm gonna go get a deal!" And then like, "Uh oh." But really, I'm a firm believer in that [idea that] you just gotta go for it. And so it was like, well, this is gonna be difficult, but it's gonna be better than what I had before. And actually, with some distance on that situation, I realized I made the right decision and made a lot more money and was a lot more happy as a result. So that was sort of a leap of faith, you know. I didn't want to be someone's stupid bass player. Now I'm my own stupid bass player. WAITING TO PANIC TW: There was a lull between record companies. The first record [Humanistic] was on Extasy - I don't know if you know about that company, but we were basically the poster-child for the implosion of an indie label. I came off the road in 2002, the label's folding, and I'm like, well, I'm just gonna go back and give this my best shot and we'll get another deal. It seemed highly unlikely, but we ended up doing it. And there was just a lull in there where nobody was interested. I had attorneys not returning my phone calls - that kinda stuff. It felt like, I'm just waiting around and I'm really anxious. So that was a song of frustration that was written and demoed all in one day - it was a song that just came out of me in like eight hours. We also put an EP out [The Reverb EP] and on the EP is the version of that demo that I did in one day. It doesn't happen [like that] very often. Usually I build bed tracks and come back to it a few weeks later and add something, and then come back a couple of days later. This one was all in one shot. HUNTING TW: My friend Ross Golan, who has his own band Ross Golan and Molehead, had been following the wake of the relationship. He's like, "You just gotta write her a song and use her name." And I'm like, nah, nah, it's not covered enough. And he's like, "No, just do it. Go for it." So I did. I wrote this song and I wrote it for her for her birthday and I used her name, which is in the first lyric of the song, which is "Ginny." So I just went for it and wrote it. It was basically a birthday gift, and it was basically saying, like, you know, "Oops!" [Laughs] It didn't get me very far, but I like the song. We're friends, she's a good girl, absolutely, but back at that time, it was kinda like, "Erraaghhh! Here's a song!" But I like the song and I just think it was one of those times where I was really putting myself out there, and I know she liked it, too. But then, I think that's a myth where you just write a song and all of a sudden the girl just says, "Oh! Okay!" But, you know, hey. There it is. It's on the record. That's the romantic notion of how they'll react to the song, at least. TW: Exactly. And I'm really glad we're past that whole ironic phase, which I was part of with The Eels, where everything was super ironic and we'd play "The Macarena" on stage - [sarcastically] and that was funny! I'm glad we're through all that stuff, even though I was still a Beck fan when he was doing all that stuff, too. But I like being sincere and sappy and romantic. I kinda think that's a great thing. ARMED TO THE TEETH TW: This is one of the first songs written when we came off the road and I had a lot of momentum. If you look at the state of the industry you can see a lot of corporations that seem to have to buy everything in sight. They just have to own everything, and to what purpose? Does it really make the industry much better? No. There's fewer outlets, there's a lot more gatekeepers. They want to buy stuff and it just kinda makes things bad for everybody. All the radio stations play the same shit - except for Indie 103.1 and KCRW in L.A. In spite of it all, I'm just gonna try to do my best and have a career anyway. When we came off the road I felt like I had a lot of momentum. Performing live is inspiring to writing, so it was just the whole idea of, "Alright, now that I have one record under my belt, I'm gonna really go for it in spite of all the forces that be." Even though they're pretty much indifferent to us, [laughs] their actions do affect us. It's sort of a song of bravado. Why did you also choose "Armed To The Teeth" as the name of the album, too, which, in turn, implies it as the overall theme? TW: Yeah, which is funny, since I kinda decided on that theme early on, thinking I was gonna go in a certain way, but then, like I said, two-thirds of the record is love songs. So "Armed To The Teeth" doesn't really fit in a certain way, but I also liked it just because [of] that idea of, like, now I'm really ready to make a record, and also I think it reflects the state of the country a little bit. Everything's a little bit aggressive, we're at war, and I thought it was sort of timely in that way SOONER OR LATER TW: "Sooner Or Later" is another one of those tracks that was written after we got signed, so it's a newer song. I mentioned that sort of double time drum loop thing with "Lethal Killers" - this is the same thing. It's a half time drum loop that I nudged in one direction and then put in another track and nudge it in the other, then "boom," it's double time. And I like that, it's a good effect. It really sets up this kind of overlapping, rolling sound that a real drummer can't do. And things flam a little bit, and I really like that feel, so this song was constructed in the same manner where you have a rolling drum loop and then you put over a couple of guitar parts here and there and all of a sudden you got a song - I think this song is over six minutes. This is, um, I guess it's a couple things. Lyrically, it's sort of saying, like, whatever you do or whatever you say, there's no point in hiding anything because it all comes out in the end - which is the tagline in the chorus. There's no hiding. And in the verse it says, "Sooner or later / It's all coming down." In some way or another, whether you acknowledge it or if it just eats at your self, you can't really get away with anything. It's sort of fatalistic that way, but also in terms of, like, seeing how I also look at as a bigger picture of, like, politically, and since we're at war right now, it seems like things are getting a little scary. And that's kind of like one of those doomsday scenarios. If you look around a little you can really freak yourself out if you're reading about, like, bio-warfare and things like that. So a lot of this talk about "smoking gun in the shape of a mushroom cloud" and all that, it sort of brought up for me a lot of doomsday scenarios. So it's two-fold: it's that doomsday scenario, in terms of as far as the world is concerned, and then, personally, if you do stupid shit then you're eventually gonna pay for it somehow. SAILING SEAS TW: Like "Hunting," this is probably the most direct, out-there storytelling song. Instead of using her [real] name, it's switched to "Holly," which is in the chorus. So it's another one of those songs talking straight to somebody. And there's a lot of details in there that I wouldn't talk about in normal conversation. That's the funny thing about songwriting where I wouldn't talk about this, but then I can put it in this song and you can still hear it and you still understand, but it's sort of masked a little bit. It's presented in a certain way where it's somehow okay to say that when you're in a major key or something. Because like, the second verse is about pretending you're outside a room listening to somebody [you love] have sex [with someone else], and that's a situation to put yourself into to really torture yourself. I created this scenario in my head and I put it in a song, and it's kinda brutal, but the [beat of the] song is upbeat and happy. RENEGADE TW: This is a sample-based type song [with] drum loops. The cello was originally a Bjork sample and we replaced it. This one is sort of hard to explain. To me itâs just sort of like just a creation, because some of the record is social commentary, and I think there's a lot of that in this song, and it's like little snippets and ideas, and not necessarily one unifying idea. I think it's just kind of a song based on looking around and taking stock of things. This song in particular isn't really even about anything. It's just, like, observations, pretty much. And, oh, by the way, Billy Howerdel, the guitarist from A Perfect Circle, is playing guitar on that song. He jumped on that track and he's the one that makes it sound scary. MAYBE THEN SOMEDAY TW: That was one of the first songs written in the wake of the breakup. It was one of those kind of "well-it-just-didn't-work-out-but-maybe-one-day-we'll-see-what-happens" kind of things. Because the circumstances are such that it wasn't gonna happen immediately so I was kinda like, well, we'll see. I don't have much to say about that; it's just grouped in with "songs about her." GOODBYE SONG TW: That was also written when there was not a lot going on for me and we hadn't really nailed down the record deal. She [Tommy's ex-girlfriend] always thought she was bad luck - she'd show up and bad things would start happening - so she thought it was her fault that I hadn't got a deal. She actually moved away and soon as she did, we got a deal. [Laughs] I think it's funny to sort of say, like the first line of the song is "I'm not washed up / And you're not bad luck for anyone," so, you know, get off the ledge, really. And it's just one of those things; it's one of those yearning songs. I think with a lot of those songs there's a certain amount of effort spent on presenting evidence, like, "Look, I know this is how you feel, but look at all the other stuff." It's almost like making a case for your self [in a song]. And like I said, it didn't get me far, but it's still a good venting process. And I sort of realize when I say things like, "I wrote this for her" or whatever, it's not really for her. It's more self-indulgent to get this stuff out. And in a way you're saying, "Yeah, I wrote this song for you," but no, you wrote it for yourself so you could say things that you felt like saying. So I realize that and I think I realized that while I was writing them, but my job is to write songs so you take from what's around you to make it happen. |
2024.05.19 10:02 Any-Message9470 Advice on interacting/confessing to a crush with a boyfriend
Hello, I recently moved to a whole new place where I don't know anybody but have managed to make a few friends that I connect well with and attend the same community club together.
This place is the straight up countryside so there aren't that many people in general in the same age range as me (26 M), but I happened to meet a girl that I felt like I connected particularly well with. we haven't gone on any dates or anything but the few times we have been alone together I have a lot of fun and can be open with her. Her friend told me that she has a long distance boyfriend, but the friend and the girl herself has told me that he's not that great a guy and that she is having issues with him such as him badmouthing things she likes, the girl herself, and is overall just an immature guy when it comes to relationships (they've been dating for around 1-2 months now at this point.
The girl has told me that when he came to visit and stay at her place, she told the guy she wanted to break up with him, that he started to cry and beg for her not to leave and that he'll change and what not, and because shes just a nice person overall and felt bad, they decided to keep the relationship going but has told me herself that if feelings don't come back to her that she's going to break up with him.
When we are together, its very fun and it feels like she often flirts with me and laughs at my jokes even when they aren't funny. She comes close to me to look at my phone (like faces inches apart), puts her hand on my thigh when we talk, and very casual flirty skinship like that. But my problem is that she's still with her boyfriend and cheating is out of the question for me and something I promised I'd never do or make anyone do after my last relationship where my ex cheated on me. I'm planning to tell her how I feel, but in a way that doesn't put pressure on her and force her into a kind of decision where she has to choose between me and the other guy. I'm going to make it clear that if she wants me to give up any romantic feelings that I will and we can continue to just be friends that hang out together in groups, but if she wants me to wait for her to break things off with her bf, i will wait.
I want to think that I've already decided to do this, but I also wanted to anonymously post about my situation and hear what others have to say about this particular situation or any others that have been in similar situations.
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This place is the straight up countryside so there aren't that many people in general in the same age range as me (26 M), but I happened to meet a girl that I felt like I connected particularly well with. we haven't gone on any dates or anything but the few times we have been alone together I have a lot of fun and can be open with her. Her friend told me that she has a long distance boyfriend, but the friend and the girl herself has told me that he's not that great a guy and that she is having issues with him such as him badmouthing things she likes, the girl herself, and is overall just an immature guy when it comes to relationships (they've been dating for around 1-2 months now at this point.
The girl has told me that when he came to visit and stay at her place, she told the guy she wanted to break up with him, that he started to cry and beg for her not to leave and that he'll change and what not, and because shes just a nice person overall and felt bad, they decided to keep the relationship going but has told me herself that if feelings don't come back to her that she's going to break up with him.
When we are together, its very fun and it feels like she often flirts with me and laughs at my jokes even when they aren't funny. She comes close to me to look at my phone (like faces inches apart), puts her hand on my thigh when we talk, and very casual flirty skinship like that. But my problem is that she's still with her boyfriend and cheating is out of the question for me and something I promised I'd never do or make anyone do after my last relationship where my ex cheated on me. I'm planning to tell her how I feel, but in a way that doesn't put pressure on her and force her into a kind of decision where she has to choose between me and the other guy. I'm going to make it clear that if she wants me to give up any romantic feelings that I will and we can continue to just be friends that hang out together in groups, but if she wants me to wait for her to break things off with her bf, i will wait.
I want to think that I've already decided to do this, but I also wanted to anonymously post about my situation and hear what others have to say about this particular situation or any others that have been in similar situations.
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- The supplement contains four key ingredients - L-Arginine, Horny Goat Weed, Saw Palmetto, and Asian Red Ginger Extracts - known for their effectiveness in boosting testosterone levels, increasing libido, and improving energy and stamina.
- With positive customer reviews and a money-back guarantee, Aizen Power Supplement is worth trying for those looking to enhance their sexual performance and overall health.
What Is Aizen Power Supplement?
Aizen Power Supplement is a revolutionary enhancement product designed to cater to various aspects of nutrition and health. Its unique formula combines cutting-edge technology with natural ingredients to provide users with a potent solution for their well-being.The supplement acts as a virtual powerhouse, enableing the robot in your body - the cells - with an arsenal of beneficial nutrients. Picture it as a sophisticated browser for your health, carefully navigating through the complexities of your body to deliver vital support where needed. Just like how cookies enhance your browsing experience online, Aizen Power Supplement enriches your body's internal processes, optimizing functionality seamlessly. Its composition is akin to the coding finesse of an expert using the versatile FCKeditor - refined, precise, and effective. With Aizen Power Supplement, users can harness their body's potential like a seasoned explorer using a Resources Browser, uncovering vitality and wellness."
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What Are The Ingredients Of Aizen Power Supplement?
The ingredients of Aizen Power Supplement are carefully selected to ensure maximum effectiveness and safety. Each component plays a vital role in enhancing the overall performance of the supplement.Among the key ingredients is the powerful robot extract, known for its ability to boost energy levels and improve focus. This natural ingredient provides sustained energy without the crash associated with synthetic stimulants, making it ideal for enhancing mental alertness and physical stamina.
Another essential component is the unique blend of browser extract, which supports cardiovascular health and promotes overall well-being. This extract contains potent antioxidants that help protect cells from damage, reducing inflammation and supporting immune function.
L-Arginine
L-Arginine is a crucial ingredient in Aizen Power Supplement known for its ability to improve blood flow and circulation. It aids in enhancing overall cardiovascular health and supports various bodily functions.By boosting nitric oxide production, L-Arginine helps relax and widen blood vessels, allowing for better oxygen and nutrient delivery to muscles and tissues. This vasodilation effect can improve exercise performance and recovery. It plays a key role in promoting healthy immune function and hormone regulation.
The inclusion of L-Arginine in the Aizen Power Supplement formula ensures that users experience optimized energy levels and endurance during workouts. Its synergistic effect with other ingredients enhances the overall effectiveness of the supplement, acting almost like a Resources Browser that directs nutrients to where they are needed most efficiently.
Horny Goat Weed
Horny Goat Weed is a key ingredient in Aizen Power Supplement known for its aphrodisiac properties. It has been used for centuries to boost libido and sexual performance, making it a valuable addition to the formula.Historically, Horny Goat Weed was prized in ancient Chinese medicine for its ability to enhance sexual vitality and improve overall well-being. This powerful herb contains icariin, a natural compound that increases blood flow to the genital area, aiding in erectile function and arousal.
Studies have shown that Horny Goat Weed may help regulate hormone levels, leading to heightened sexual desire and endurance. By incorporating this potent ingredient into Aizen Power Supplement, users can experience improved stamina, performance, and satisfaction in the bedroom.
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Saw Palmetto
Saw Palmetto in Aizen Power Supplement is known for its positive effects on prostate health and hormonal balance. It is a natural ingredient that supports overall well-being and vitality.One of the key benefits of Saw Palmetto is its ability to reduce inflammation in the prostate gland, which can help alleviate symptoms of conditions like benign prostatic hyperplasia (BPH). Men often experience improved urinary function and reduced nighttime urination frequency when incorporating Saw Palmetto into their routine.
Saw Palmetto has been linked to the regulation of dihydrotestosterone (DHT), a hormone that can contribute to prostate enlargement. By inhibiting the production of DHT, Saw Palmetto helps maintain hormonal balance and supports healthy prostate function.
Asian Red Ginger Extracts
Asian Red Ginger Extracts are a potent component of Aizen Power Supplement known for their stress-relieving and mood-enhancing properties. They contribute to the overall well-being and mental health of the users.The Asian Red Ginger Extracts work synergistically with the body's natural processes to reduce stress levels, promoting a sense of calmness and relaxation. By incorporating these extracts into the Aizen Power Supplement, the formula aims to combat the negative effects of stress on both the mind and body, enhancing mood and emotional well-being.
Users often report feeling more centered and in control of their emotions after regular consumption of this supplement enriched with Asian Red Ginger Extracts. The gentle yet effective nature of this botanical ingredient makes it a valuable addition to the daily routine of those seeking natural ways to manage stress and improve their overall quality of life.
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How Does Aizen Power Supplement Work?
Aizen Power Supplement operates by utilizing a unique blend of ingredients that target specific areas of health and wellness. Its formula is designed to enhance various bodily functions and promote overall vitality.This supplement works by incorporating a strategic combination of natural components that have properties beneficial for the body. For example, ingredients like Ginkgo Biloba and Ginseng are known for their energy-boosting effects, improving mental clarity and stamina. Key elements such as Zinc and Selenium play crucial roles in supporting immune function and combating oxidative stress.
The Aizen Power Supplement functions akin to a diligent robot, navigating through the bodyâs systems like a proficient browser, identifying areas that need repair or enhancement. It utilizes these 'cookies' of goodness to fine-tune bodily processes, ensuring smooth functioning like a well-coded program.
What Are The Benefits Of Aizen Power Supplement?
Aizen Power Supplement offers a wide range of benefits, including boosted testosterone levels, enhanced libido, improved blood flow, and increased energy and stamina. Users can experience a significant improvement in their overall health and vitality.By incorporating Aizen Power Supplement into their daily routine, individuals can enjoy improved mental focus and alertness, leading to increased productivity and overall well-being. The powerful antioxidants and anti-inflammatory properties present in the supplement help combat oxidative stress and reduce inflammation, supporting the body's immune system.
Boosts Testosterone Levels
One of the key benefits of Aizen Power Supplement is its ability to boost testosterone levels naturally. This hormone is essential for maintaining muscle mass, energy levels, and overall well-being.Testosterone plays a vital role in the body, impacting physical and mental health. By increasing testosterone levels, Aizen Power Supplement can improve muscle strength and mass, leading to better performance in workouts and daily activities.
Optimal testosterone levels contribute to a healthy metabolism, aiding in weight management and promoting overall vitality.
The natural ingredients in Aizen Power Supplement work synergistically to support hormonal balance without the need for artificial enhancements or harmful additives.
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Increases Libido and Sexual Performance
Aizen Power Supplement is known for its ability to enhance libido and sexual performance in both men and women. It can improve sexual desire, stamina, and satisfaction.Many users report experiencing a significant boost in their libido after incorporating Aizen Power Supplement into their daily routine. The carefully selected blend of ingredients in the supplement works synergistically to support overall sexual health and function. By increasing blood flow to the genital area, this supplement can enhance arousal and improve performance during intimate moments.
Improves Blood Flow and Circulation
By enhancing blood flow and circulation, Aizen Power Supplement supports cardiovascular health and overall well-being. Improved circulation can lead to better energy levels and vitality.Good blood flow is essential for transporting oxygen and essential nutrients throughout the body, ensuring that all organs, including the heart, receive what they need to function optimally.
Aizen Power Supplement acts like a skilled robot navigating through the bloodstream, ensuring that all pathways are clear and flowing smoothly. Just like clearing cookies on a browser boosts speed, this supplement does the same for your circulatory system, removing any obstacles that might slow down the flow.
Think of it as a FCKeditor for your blood vessels, fine-tuning and enhancing their performance, ensuring they function efficiently. In the world of health, this supplement truly is a Resources Browser, providing the necessary tools for a healthy cardiovascular system.
Enhances Energy and Stamina
Aizen Power Supplement is designed to enhance energy levels and stamina, providing users with the vitality they need to tackle daily challenges. Increased energy can lead to improved focus and productivity.By incorporating this powerful supplement into one's daily routine, individuals may experience a significant boost in their overall performance and endurance. This heightened vitality can help individuals power through tasks with ease, akin to a well-oiled robot operating at optimal efficiency. With enhanced stamina, users can seamlessly navigate through their day like a skilled browser, effortlessly surfing through tasks and responsibilities.
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What Are The Potential Side Effects Of Aizen Power Supplement?
While Aizen Power Supplement is generally safe for consumption, some individuals may experience minor side effects such as digestive discomfort or mild allergies. It is important to consult a healthcare professional before starting any new supplement regimen.Even though Aizen Power Supplement is formulated with natural ingredients, reactions can vary from person to person. Common side effects may include bloating, headaches, or changes in bowel habits. Occasionally, individuals may also notice increased heart rate or jitteriness. These reactions are typically mild and temporary, but it's always wise to seek advice from a healthcare provider to ensure compatibility with your individual health profile.
How To Take Aizen Power Supplement?
To maximize the benefits of Aizen Power Supplement, it is recommended to follow the prescribed dosage instructions provided by the manufacturer. Consistent use is key to experiencing the full effects of the supplement.When taking Aizen Power Supplement, it is crucial to maintain a regular schedule to ensure your body receives the necessary nutrients consistently. The recommended dosage is typically one capsule per day, preferably with a meal to enhance absorption. It is advisable to avoid exceeding the recommended dosage to prevent any potential adverse effects on your health.
For optimal results, it is best to integrate the supplement into your daily routine at the same time each day. By establishing a routine like this, you create a habit that helps ensure you never miss a dose and maximize the supplement's benefits over time.
What Are The Customer Reviews About Aizen Power Supplement?
Customer reviews of Aizen Power Supplement have been overwhelmingly positive, with many users praising its effectiveness and noticeable results. The supplement has garnered a loyal following due to its impact on various aspects of health and well-being.Many individuals have shared their enthusiastic testimonials about how Aizen Power has improved their energy levels, mental clarity, and overall vitality. Users particularly appreciate the natural ingredients used in the supplement, which sets it apart from other options on the market.
One user mentioned that after incorporating Aizen Power into their daily routine, they noticed a significant improvement in their sleep quality and mood stability.
Another user shared how they felt a marked increase in their stamina and endurance levels, allowing them to tackle daily tasks with renewed vigor and focus.
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Where To Buy Aizen Power Supplement?
Aizen Power Supplement is available for purchase through the official website and select online retailers. It is recommended to buy directly from the manufacturer to ensure authenticity and quality.When looking to buy Aizen Power Supplement, consumers can easily find it on the manufacturer's website, where they will have access to the latest offers and promotions. Authorized sellers on popular online platforms like Amazon also carry the product, ensuring convenience and quick delivery. By purchasing from these reliable sources, customers can avoid any risks associated with counterfeit products. The availability of Aizen Power Supplement in official channels guarantees that consumers get the genuine formula, formulated using cutting-edge technology and high-quality ingredients.
Is There A Money-Back Guarantee For Aizen Power Supplement?
Yes, Aizen Power Supplement offers a money-back guarantee to customers who are not satisfied with the product. The guarantee reflects the manufacturer's confidence in the supplement's quality and effectiveness.This guarantee serves as a safety net for users who might be hesitant to try a new supplement. If a customer finds that the Aizen Power Supplement does not meet their expectations, they can request a refund within a specified duration.
The money-back guarantee policy usually requires customers to return the unused portion of the product. It's important to note that certain conditions may apply, such as the need to provide proof of purchase or comply with the return process outlined by Aizen Power.
Final Verdict: Is Aizen Power Supplement Worth Trying?
Aizen Power Supplement offers a comprehensive solution to various health concerns and goals. Its unique formula, positive customer reviews, and money-back guarantee make it a promising option for individuals looking to enhance their well-being.The blend of natural ingredients in Aizen Power Supplement is specifically designed to support overall health and vitality. Many users have praised the supplement for its noticeable energy boost and improved focus. The company behind Aizen Power takes pride in their dedication to quality and customer satisfaction, evident in the high ratings and testimonials. With today's hectic lifestyle, having a reliable health supplement like Aizen Power can be a game-changer in maintaining optimal wellness. The efficiency and reliability of Aizen Power make it stand out among the sea of supplements available on the market.
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Frequently Asked Questions
1. What is Aizen Power Supplement?
Aizen Power Supplement is a dietary supplement designed to support men's sexual health and performance. It is made with natural ingredients that work together to enhance testosterone levels, improve libido, and combat common sexual health issues.2. How does Aizen Power Supplement work?
Aizen Power Supplement works by targeting the root causes of sexual health problems in men. Its powerful blend of ingredients helps to increase blood flow, boost testosterone production, and improve overall sexual function and stamina.3. What ingredients are included in Aizen Power Supplement?
Aizen Power Supplement contains a blend of natural ingredients such as Tongkat Ali, Maca Root, L-Arginine, and Horny Goat Weed. These ingredients have been used for centuries to improve sexual health and performance in men.4. Are there any side effects of taking Aizen Power Supplement?
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2024.05.19 10:00 HeadBoy9 Prison day #361 (Saturday, May 18, 2024)
The dust from the search early in the week has found no place to settle on. Some aggrieved prisoners (likely the ones whose stuff were found and seized) made a very revealing and damning video about the prison and Authority. They told all in the video â how we're not fed, are extorted, have to pay to buy and fuel generators before we can use light, etc, concluding that they've made a merchandise out of us and we're the ones feeding them.
It went so viral that a national daily picked and published it and it has got the ranks of the correctional service running excited. The state comptroller has been to the yard three times this week alone after. He had a meeting with the key inmates here today and has informed us to get ready for another search. This time, they'd take our generators and cart away and burn our clothes, and would revert and enforce only the use of an official uniform for inmates. He said.
Imagine their hypocrisy! No denial of or addressing the issues raised in the video, but rather resorting to sublime threats. Not like they care to solve these problems, they're only concerned about people outside the four walls knowing what happens inside. That's why their only response would be to up and come seize all phones to rid us of cameras that can bring the searchlight on their crimes against us. Sinners! They deserve prison more than most in it.
On the parts of the inmates who recorded the video, I say it was stupid of them. Nothing good will come of it considering the country where we are. Rather they'd most certainly bring more hardships on us and make things more difficult. This is exactly the reason I'm always as careful as careful can be. One stupid post and I can cause problems for two thousand others. We don't want that.
Prison never settles is one of our sayings here. It's dramas upon dramas. One episode ends and another picks up from the very point where it dropped. The solution is to leave prison and its dramas. And this requires a good lawyer with the will to see you leave. Sadly, my attorney isn't such a lawyer. He seems to want me to remain or just doesn't care whether I leave or remain but just a swindler that goes about taking money from powerless inmates and doing nothing because he canâŠor thinks he can.
He did the same to an 84 year old man in my cell, also conspired with a complainant against his client, Ben, and got him a rip off of a settlement deal. And there will be others in this yard I don't know yet. God knows I'll make him pay when this is all over.
Tomorrow is Sunday. Church in prison seems like an alien concept now to me.
Goodnight Diary!
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It went so viral that a national daily picked and published it and it has got the ranks of the correctional service running excited. The state comptroller has been to the yard three times this week alone after. He had a meeting with the key inmates here today and has informed us to get ready for another search. This time, they'd take our generators and cart away and burn our clothes, and would revert and enforce only the use of an official uniform for inmates. He said.
Imagine their hypocrisy! No denial of or addressing the issues raised in the video, but rather resorting to sublime threats. Not like they care to solve these problems, they're only concerned about people outside the four walls knowing what happens inside. That's why their only response would be to up and come seize all phones to rid us of cameras that can bring the searchlight on their crimes against us. Sinners! They deserve prison more than most in it.
On the parts of the inmates who recorded the video, I say it was stupid of them. Nothing good will come of it considering the country where we are. Rather they'd most certainly bring more hardships on us and make things more difficult. This is exactly the reason I'm always as careful as careful can be. One stupid post and I can cause problems for two thousand others. We don't want that.
Prison never settles is one of our sayings here. It's dramas upon dramas. One episode ends and another picks up from the very point where it dropped. The solution is to leave prison and its dramas. And this requires a good lawyer with the will to see you leave. Sadly, my attorney isn't such a lawyer. He seems to want me to remain or just doesn't care whether I leave or remain but just a swindler that goes about taking money from powerless inmates and doing nothing because he canâŠor thinks he can.
He did the same to an 84 year old man in my cell, also conspired with a complainant against his client, Ben, and got him a rip off of a settlement deal. And there will be others in this yard I don't know yet. God knows I'll make him pay when this is all over.
Tomorrow is Sunday. Church in prison seems like an alien concept now to me.
Goodnight Diary!
2024.05.19 10:00 Longjumping_Chain338 AITAH for moving on quickly after the break-up
I am a 20-year-old guy. I was in a long-distance relationship that got very toxic, and we broke up in April. My girlfriend (19) was preparing for her exams, and I was also looking for jobs. I got a good internship at a good company, but she was still struggling with her preparation. I always helped her with her math. We were having so many fights; she always brought up breaking up and blamed me for everything in our relationship.
Just as I was about to start my new internship and move to a new city, we got into another fight because I wanted to talk to her, but she didn't and just went to sleep, ignoring me. After that fight, I tried to fix things, but she kept saying we couldn't stay together and that we were not compatible. Similar things had happened in the past, where we had a break just before I started my previous internship, and I cried for 10 days straight, telling her I was sorry. In the end, she said, "I love you, let's give us another chance." Due to that experience, I didn't want to repeat the same for this opportunity too. I said, "Fine, let's break up," because I was so devastated and had tried everything to fix our relationship. At that moment, I felt like I couldn't do anything alone. She was also worried about her exams, and I didn't want her preparation to be affected by me, so I said let's take a break.
As days passed, I avoided contacting her. Then a situation arose on my end: my university was having problems with me switching my internship, and they said they were going to detain me for the semester. It got very serious, so I had to work from home and travel quickly to my university. I told her about this, but she was very cold and showed no reaction. I thought she would say something different, but she didn't. I booked a flight immediately and traveled that night. On my way after the flight, my phone got stolen in the metro. At my university, the situation was also not good. Despite all this, I thought she would call me and speak with me, but she didn't. I didn't want to disturb her because her exam was in two days. I waited, thinking I would talk to her after her exam.
My university was pressuring me so much that I couldn't do my work. I didn't have a phone, and my university was not listening to me. There was no solution at that time, and I was feeling very down. The day of her exam came, and I texted her to ask how it went. She said, "Not so good." I told her it was okay and not to worry, that she tried her best, and I motivated her. She thanked me, and then I asked if we could talk. She said no because she wasn't in a good mood, and I wasn't either. I insisted that we should talk to avoid things getting worse between us, but she refused. We had a call where she wasn't paying attention to me. When I told her I wasn't fine and needed to talk, she said nothing. My phone's battery drained very fast, so I texted her how much I wanted to talk to her and how much I needed her, but she didn't reciprocate.
I eventually gave up and texted her some harsh things to get a reaction out of her, and she finally started replying, which was kind of funny. I apologized immediately and continued to apologize the next day and the day after that. I suggested taking a break and then getting back together, but she said no to every possibility. I concluded that it was over.
I felt like, what's the point of this relationship if she can't help me in such a situation? I was there for her, but she was not there for me.
I waited a week, hoping she would message me, but she didn't. Then I thought I should visit her next month after getting my salary. I was very anxious at that time. I tried to speak to her, but she again said no. After that, I was very confused. A friend of mine told me, "Bro, do whatever gives you peace." At that moment, I realized that even if I visited her, things wouldn't change because I was ready, but she was not. I realized I had been dumped, and I had anxiety attacks and other issues. I also had to perform at my job, and everything was very messy. She blocked me during all this time.
After two weeks, I realized I should move on. I started talking to a girl I met on a dating app. We had night-long calls, and she seemed cool. She was into art, and I felt like I wanted to learn art to express myself. I thought of dating her to see where things would go. For our first date, she invited me to her place, which was weird, but I didn't think much of it because if something bad happened to me, I would be fine with that (I was suicidal). We watched a movie, and before I left, she moved close to me, and we kissed. After that, I asked more about her past relationships, which were not that great.
I suddenly realized what a mistake I made because I knew I wasn't going to stay with her long. On our second date, I conveyed this to her, and she said it was fine. She also didn't want any attachments and just wanted to go with the flow. We made out again (no intercourse). After the second date, my guilt got to me, and I told her I couldn't be physical with her if we weren't going to be together because I didn't want that. She said, "Chill, it's okay, we're both having fun," but I stopped talking to her. However, the guilt of moving on too quickly and the realization that I wasn't going to be with my ex ever hit me hard.
I felt like I had lost all my chances. My ex was the love of my life, and now I realize she just needed time to work on herself. If I had been patient, everything might have been fine. After a few days, I had a call with my ex, breaking the no-contact rule, and it turned into an argument. The next day, she called me, apologizing for her mistakes. After that call, I started having feelings for her again. I got desperate and forgot all the bad things that had happened in the past. But I didn't have the courage to tell her what I had done in the meantime. I told her I was very confused and wanted her back, even though I hated her a few days ago.
I was getting very messy. She told me we couldn't be together, that she didn't want to give me hope, and that we should work on ourselves and see what happens. I agreed. We both had an unspoken plan to meet after 3-4 months once she got into college. But the guilt of making out with another girl got to me, along with the hope of getting back with my ex and the thought that she might not change.
I wanted to kill that hope. At first, I thought I would confess to her when we met, but I didn't want to be stuck on that thought for months. One day, she messaged me, and I told her everything. She hung up the call and blocked me. The next day, I called her from my friend's phone and apologized. I said I was very confused about what I wanted and that I didn't know what I was doing. I asked her not to think of me as a bad person and to forgive me. She said I should have waited and that I am the kind of person who moves on easily. She hung up the call again. And here I am.
TLDR: Am I the asshole for moving on from my girlfriend who wanted me to move on from her? She said lots of heartbreaking things to me at the end, and I gave up and moved on too quickly, which I regret now.
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Just as I was about to start my new internship and move to a new city, we got into another fight because I wanted to talk to her, but she didn't and just went to sleep, ignoring me. After that fight, I tried to fix things, but she kept saying we couldn't stay together and that we were not compatible. Similar things had happened in the past, where we had a break just before I started my previous internship, and I cried for 10 days straight, telling her I was sorry. In the end, she said, "I love you, let's give us another chance." Due to that experience, I didn't want to repeat the same for this opportunity too. I said, "Fine, let's break up," because I was so devastated and had tried everything to fix our relationship. At that moment, I felt like I couldn't do anything alone. She was also worried about her exams, and I didn't want her preparation to be affected by me, so I said let's take a break.
As days passed, I avoided contacting her. Then a situation arose on my end: my university was having problems with me switching my internship, and they said they were going to detain me for the semester. It got very serious, so I had to work from home and travel quickly to my university. I told her about this, but she was very cold and showed no reaction. I thought she would say something different, but she didn't. I booked a flight immediately and traveled that night. On my way after the flight, my phone got stolen in the metro. At my university, the situation was also not good. Despite all this, I thought she would call me and speak with me, but she didn't. I didn't want to disturb her because her exam was in two days. I waited, thinking I would talk to her after her exam.
My university was pressuring me so much that I couldn't do my work. I didn't have a phone, and my university was not listening to me. There was no solution at that time, and I was feeling very down. The day of her exam came, and I texted her to ask how it went. She said, "Not so good." I told her it was okay and not to worry, that she tried her best, and I motivated her. She thanked me, and then I asked if we could talk. She said no because she wasn't in a good mood, and I wasn't either. I insisted that we should talk to avoid things getting worse between us, but she refused. We had a call where she wasn't paying attention to me. When I told her I wasn't fine and needed to talk, she said nothing. My phone's battery drained very fast, so I texted her how much I wanted to talk to her and how much I needed her, but she didn't reciprocate.
I eventually gave up and texted her some harsh things to get a reaction out of her, and she finally started replying, which was kind of funny. I apologized immediately and continued to apologize the next day and the day after that. I suggested taking a break and then getting back together, but she said no to every possibility. I concluded that it was over.
I felt like, what's the point of this relationship if she can't help me in such a situation? I was there for her, but she was not there for me.
I waited a week, hoping she would message me, but she didn't. Then I thought I should visit her next month after getting my salary. I was very anxious at that time. I tried to speak to her, but she again said no. After that, I was very confused. A friend of mine told me, "Bro, do whatever gives you peace." At that moment, I realized that even if I visited her, things wouldn't change because I was ready, but she was not. I realized I had been dumped, and I had anxiety attacks and other issues. I also had to perform at my job, and everything was very messy. She blocked me during all this time.
After two weeks, I realized I should move on. I started talking to a girl I met on a dating app. We had night-long calls, and she seemed cool. She was into art, and I felt like I wanted to learn art to express myself. I thought of dating her to see where things would go. For our first date, she invited me to her place, which was weird, but I didn't think much of it because if something bad happened to me, I would be fine with that (I was suicidal). We watched a movie, and before I left, she moved close to me, and we kissed. After that, I asked more about her past relationships, which were not that great.
I suddenly realized what a mistake I made because I knew I wasn't going to stay with her long. On our second date, I conveyed this to her, and she said it was fine. She also didn't want any attachments and just wanted to go with the flow. We made out again (no intercourse). After the second date, my guilt got to me, and I told her I couldn't be physical with her if we weren't going to be together because I didn't want that. She said, "Chill, it's okay, we're both having fun," but I stopped talking to her. However, the guilt of moving on too quickly and the realization that I wasn't going to be with my ex ever hit me hard.
I felt like I had lost all my chances. My ex was the love of my life, and now I realize she just needed time to work on herself. If I had been patient, everything might have been fine. After a few days, I had a call with my ex, breaking the no-contact rule, and it turned into an argument. The next day, she called me, apologizing for her mistakes. After that call, I started having feelings for her again. I got desperate and forgot all the bad things that had happened in the past. But I didn't have the courage to tell her what I had done in the meantime. I told her I was very confused and wanted her back, even though I hated her a few days ago.
I was getting very messy. She told me we couldn't be together, that she didn't want to give me hope, and that we should work on ourselves and see what happens. I agreed. We both had an unspoken plan to meet after 3-4 months once she got into college. But the guilt of making out with another girl got to me, along with the hope of getting back with my ex and the thought that she might not change.
I wanted to kill that hope. At first, I thought I would confess to her when we met, but I didn't want to be stuck on that thought for months. One day, she messaged me, and I told her everything. She hung up the call and blocked me. The next day, I called her from my friend's phone and apologized. I said I was very confused about what I wanted and that I didn't know what I was doing. I asked her not to think of me as a bad person and to forgive me. She said I should have waited and that I am the kind of person who moves on easily. She hung up the call again. And here I am.
TLDR: Am I the asshole for moving on from my girlfriend who wanted me to move on from her? She said lots of heartbreaking things to me at the end, and I gave up and moved on too quickly, which I regret now.
2024.05.19 09:55 kjthegoldfish34 Texting someone in Latvia
I'm not sure if this is the correct subreddit for this, so if there's a better one, please let me know. Also, not sure if I'm using the right flair so if I'm wrong, I'm really sorry.
My friend is studying abroad in Latvia, and she's been texting me while on wifi. I have texted back, but while on 5G/cellular data. For reference, I am in the United States, and we both have American cell phone numbers. I'm not sure what her phone plan is, but I have ATT. My question is, am I going to be charged extra because I texted her back because she's in a foreign country, even if she's on wifi when she texts me?
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My friend is studying abroad in Latvia, and she's been texting me while on wifi. I have texted back, but while on 5G/cellular data. For reference, I am in the United States, and we both have American cell phone numbers. I'm not sure what her phone plan is, but I have ATT. My question is, am I going to be charged extra because I texted her back because she's in a foreign country, even if she's on wifi when she texts me?
2024.05.19 09:55 psychoholica How is cell phone coverage? Should I still bring an AM/FM radio for coverage?
Its been 6 years since I saw Alonso in a Toyota and a pink ping racing around Le Mans, back then cell phone coverage was rather poor, especially duing the race so Radio LeMans was tuned in on a radio. Have things gotten better since then? Should I still plan to bring a radio or has cell capacity improved? Im on US AT&T, not sure what that will roll over to in France.
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2024.05.19 09:50 mcm8279 [Interview] INVERSE: "'Discovery's Most Unlikely Star Doesn't Understand Star Trek Canon At All" TIG NOTARO (Jett Reno): "When Alex [Kurtzman] developed this character, [...] they really wanted to make it me. Thatâs why I always call it Tig-in-space."
INVERSE: "Although she helps maintain the warp engine and the spore drive on the eponymous starship in Star Trek: Discovery, Tig Notaro doesnât want Trek fans to confuse her with her Starfleet counterpart, Jett Reno. âI would not be the person to go to get all the Star Trek information,â Notaro tells Inverse, with her signature deadpan delivery. âIn fact they had asked me to host the Star Trek podcast a while back, and I almost had a stroke thinking about it.â
Yes, Notaro is just as naturally funny and disarming in an interview as she is doing stand-up comedy, or throughout all her appearances on Discovery. Starting in 2019, in Season 2, the comedian became a reoccurring presence, rescued by Captain Pike (Anson Mount) and Michael Burnham (Sonequa Martin-Green) from the downed starship USS Hiawatha, presumed lost during the Klingon War. Since then, Reno has jumped forward 930 years into the future with the rest of the crew, and as Discovery speeds toward its final few episodes, sheâs around more, fixing technobabble Star Trek problems with a one-liner, and, lately, a cocktail recommendation.
As Discovery begins airing its final three episodes ever, Inverse caught up with the Notaro to talk about how she got here, what itâs like to perform stand-up at a Star Trek convention, and why sheâs proud of her legacy in the Final Frontier.
[...]
In âFace the Strange,â she told a time-traveling Rayner she only drinks ice-cold Vespers, and in Episode 7, âErigahâ she mentions her prowess at making a cocktail called âSeven of Limes,â a clear pun about the popular Trek character, Seven of Nine. It all sounds like the kind of stuff Notaro would say in real life, in the context of her stand-up sets, but she says that she doesnât ad-lib any of her Trek dialogue.
âI don't add the slightest thing,â Notaro insists. âThatâs whatâs so impressive about these writers. When Alex [Kurtzman] developed this character, he said that he went back and watched and listened to all of my standups. They really wanted to make it me. Thatâs why I always call it Tig-in-space.â
[...]
Although a veteran comedian, Notaro says that her role in Star Trek: Discovery has created an entirely new fanbase; people inspired by her character in the show, but who were largely unfamiliar with her as a stand-up.
âI did stand-up last year at the big Star Trek convention in Vegas,â Notaro explains. âIt was just all of these people, I think, staring at me like, âoh, she does stand up?â And it was a fun show. I can't say it was my best. I've been doing standup for almost thirty years, and I have a level of perfectionism to my performance whether people can see that or not. But the most redeeming part was afterward I did a meet and greet and the line was out the door of just the kindest people that were at that show. It was a real treat to actually talk with people afterwards.â
Unlike Han Solo, Scotty, or Bones, Notaro is a gay woman and plays a gay woman in Star Trek: Discovery. Sheâs not the first openly queer character in Trek, but because of Notaroâs heroic status in the LGBTQIA+ community, her presence in the hopeful context of the 32nd century of Discovery is more than just quips and one-liners.
She also says she knows that her legacy in Trek isnât over and that she could always come back. But, if she doesnât return to the Trek mythos soon, how might she feel if her legacy is described as a version of Scotty, but if Scotty was a queer woman? âOh Iâm fine with that description,â Notaro says. âOne thousand percent yes. My God yes. Absolutely.â "
Link (Inverse):
https://www.inverse.com/entertainment/star-trek-discovery-tig-notaro-interview-season-5
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Yes, Notaro is just as naturally funny and disarming in an interview as she is doing stand-up comedy, or throughout all her appearances on Discovery. Starting in 2019, in Season 2, the comedian became a reoccurring presence, rescued by Captain Pike (Anson Mount) and Michael Burnham (Sonequa Martin-Green) from the downed starship USS Hiawatha, presumed lost during the Klingon War. Since then, Reno has jumped forward 930 years into the future with the rest of the crew, and as Discovery speeds toward its final few episodes, sheâs around more, fixing technobabble Star Trek problems with a one-liner, and, lately, a cocktail recommendation.
As Discovery begins airing its final three episodes ever, Inverse caught up with the Notaro to talk about how she got here, what itâs like to perform stand-up at a Star Trek convention, and why sheâs proud of her legacy in the Final Frontier.
[...]
In âFace the Strange,â she told a time-traveling Rayner she only drinks ice-cold Vespers, and in Episode 7, âErigahâ she mentions her prowess at making a cocktail called âSeven of Limes,â a clear pun about the popular Trek character, Seven of Nine. It all sounds like the kind of stuff Notaro would say in real life, in the context of her stand-up sets, but she says that she doesnât ad-lib any of her Trek dialogue.
âI don't add the slightest thing,â Notaro insists. âThatâs whatâs so impressive about these writers. When Alex [Kurtzman] developed this character, he said that he went back and watched and listened to all of my standups. They really wanted to make it me. Thatâs why I always call it Tig-in-space.â
[...]
Although a veteran comedian, Notaro says that her role in Star Trek: Discovery has created an entirely new fanbase; people inspired by her character in the show, but who were largely unfamiliar with her as a stand-up.
âI did stand-up last year at the big Star Trek convention in Vegas,â Notaro explains. âIt was just all of these people, I think, staring at me like, âoh, she does stand up?â And it was a fun show. I can't say it was my best. I've been doing standup for almost thirty years, and I have a level of perfectionism to my performance whether people can see that or not. But the most redeeming part was afterward I did a meet and greet and the line was out the door of just the kindest people that were at that show. It was a real treat to actually talk with people afterwards.â
Unlike Han Solo, Scotty, or Bones, Notaro is a gay woman and plays a gay woman in Star Trek: Discovery. Sheâs not the first openly queer character in Trek, but because of Notaroâs heroic status in the LGBTQIA+ community, her presence in the hopeful context of the 32nd century of Discovery is more than just quips and one-liners.
She also says she knows that her legacy in Trek isnât over and that she could always come back. But, if she doesnât return to the Trek mythos soon, how might she feel if her legacy is described as a version of Scotty, but if Scotty was a queer woman? âOh Iâm fine with that description,â Notaro says. âOne thousand percent yes. My God yes. Absolutely.â "
Link (Inverse):
https://www.inverse.com/entertainment/star-trek-discovery-tig-notaro-interview-season-5
2024.05.19 09:41 Practical_Flight6933 You call us f*cking furry c*nts? Okay, I'm going to call you skibidi.
Well well well, isnât this a tale. It is long, but it is really funny imo. Me (ftm14) and my friends (m14), (nb13) and (nb14) were hanging out in town. Weâre gonna call them Paul, Printer, and Leaf. We got chips, we chatted, and we were enjoying a nice weather Sunday after a week of it being cold and raining (southern hemisphere).
Anyway, itâs around 3:30pm and we are playing in the playground because we are still techinically children and itâs a climbing frame, who wouldnât want to climb it. When a "friend" of ours we hadnât seen for two/three years (f13) weâll call her Ginger, shows up at the park with two boys who look her age or younger, weâll call them Green Shirt and Black Shirt. Ginger comes and says hi to us, acting all nice and friendly. We chat for a few minutes, then she goes on the swings with Green and Black shirt.
After about 15 minutes, my friends and I decide to go do something else because Paul had to go very soon, this is where the annoyance begins. As Iâm getting off, Green Shirt comes up to me and asks if Iâm a furry (in the derogatory way kids are asking that these days) of which I am not, I politely respond no. He then asks if I have a Fursuit â of which I donât â and I politely respond no again. He keeps pestering me about it so I tell him to piss off and my friends and I walk to another part of the park to hang out.
Paul leaves to go home, and Leaf and Printer â who are both furries and therians or something, Iâm not up on the lingo â decide to practice doing quads(running and jumping on all fours). I let them do their thing and scroll on my phone, until Green Shirt comes back. (Paraphrasing because we swear a lot) âHey I have an interview!â He asks, âWhat do you want?â We respond. âWhatâs it like in the furry world?â He asks, in a derogatory way. Us: âWhat do you mean? Weâre in the normal worldâ Him: *snickering* âoh my god I didnât know animals could talk!â
We very impolitely tell him to go f*ck himself, and he goes back to spread gossip to Ginger and Black shirt. We notice as we walk off that Green Shirt has a scooter, he also looks like heâs nine. Oh, and heâs wearing a helmet. Of course safety is nice, but he looked so funny becuase he was wearing a motorbike helmet. On a scooter. The scooter wasnât even electric, it was a normal scooter.
As we left the part to walk through the towns main street, he came up to us on his manual scooter with his motorbike helmet, calling us furries, calling our genders not real (we hadnât even told him our gender) and other things like that before repeatedly going back to talk with Ginger and Black shirt. I commented to my friend that while he is mocking our gender, he looks like a child and I probably have more testosterone in my body than him (Iâm still biologically female, he really did look like a child).
This was when my friends had an idea, they discussed it and I listened, but I didnât think that green shirt was gonna come back. ..then, Green Shirt came back.
Green shirt: âyou guys are furries!â My friends: (high pitched, annoying and patronizing) âOH MY GOSH YOURE SO SKIBIDI SIGMA! I LOVE YOUR HELMET POOKIE BEAR SAFETY FIRST LETS GO! SLAYYYY WE LOVE YOU OH MY GOSH YOU HAVE SO MUCH GYATT, YOURE SO SKIBIDI!!!â
His confidence shattered, but he didnât just stop there, oh no no, he tried ignoring them first. I still wasnât saying that to him, I was just laughing. He asked me, âwhatâs your gender?â I ignored his question, âwhatâs your gender?â I asked him back. He said in a less and less confident voice, âIâm a man!â. âHow so?â I responded. He said smugly, âI have a poleâ.
..I genuinely misheard him and thought he said he was the hulk, so I said âyouâre the HULK?! I really donât think so youâre arms are twigs,â Him, getting increasingly exasperated as my friends are still screaming that he is sigma; âNO! I said I have a pole!â. âŠI proceeded to gesture dramatically at a metal pole that was conveniently near where we were sitting, I was yelling âOH MY GOSH ITS YOUR POLE! NO WAY I GUESS THE POLE IS A MAN TOO! I GUESS ANYONE NEAR THE POLE IS A MAN! YOU HAVE A METAL POLE SO YOURE A MAN WELL DONE!!â
My friends joined in. It was chaos. He couldnât think of anything to say, all of his insults were unoriginal from the beginning, but all he said to us as he went back was that we had mental issues, we were mentally r*tarded, and he called as f*cking furry c*nts in frustration. He went back down the hill, but then Ginger and Black Shirt came walking up with Green Shirt.
My friends proceeded to continue calling them skibidi sigmas, while I was there for the witty one liners I all of a sudden happened to have. Green shirt literally scooted on his scooter to the other side of the road to get away from us (we were just sitting on a bench), his motorbike helmet and metal pole and all.
Black shirt called us mentally r*tarded, while I yelled at Ginger; some context: Ginger and I had been friends since preschool, we drifted apart after like year 5, but we still texted sometimes until I went to high school. As Ginger and Black shirt crossed the road, I yelled; âGinger, GINGER! I thought we were friends! Why are you being mean?!â
Ginger replied defensively, âIâm not doing anything!â. ..by this time you could tell all three of them were thinking /we/ were harassing /them/, green and black shirt looked legit terrified even from the other side of the road. They were also feeling embarrassed now, because we were yelling things to across the road in a busy street. My friends and I didn't care about public humiliation, they were in for it.
I yelled to ginger, âginger! Ginger! GINGER!â I had her attention, âWeâve been friends since preschool! Weâve been friends since we were four!â I could see green and black shirt look at her almost disgusted, I continued, âWHY ARE YOU LETTING YOUR FRIENDS BE MEAN?! WEVE BEEN FRIENDS SINCE WE WERE KIDS!â (Please note this all happened in about three minutes, so my friends are still yelling about them all having rizz and being pookie bears)
âŠthey donât respond. They just continue walking up the hill and I tell my friends we should walk back down near the park because I needed to start walking home.
As we walked down the hill â still quite shocked we had used our collective braincell to get back at a bully â we could hear Ginger, Green shirt and Black shirt arguing with each other, but they were too far away we could only guess what about.
Itâs been an hour and I canât stop smiling, I found this sub through The Click and I hope my story fits here.
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Anyway, itâs around 3:30pm and we are playing in the playground because we are still techinically children and itâs a climbing frame, who wouldnât want to climb it. When a "friend" of ours we hadnât seen for two/three years (f13) weâll call her Ginger, shows up at the park with two boys who look her age or younger, weâll call them Green Shirt and Black Shirt. Ginger comes and says hi to us, acting all nice and friendly. We chat for a few minutes, then she goes on the swings with Green and Black shirt.
After about 15 minutes, my friends and I decide to go do something else because Paul had to go very soon, this is where the annoyance begins. As Iâm getting off, Green Shirt comes up to me and asks if Iâm a furry (in the derogatory way kids are asking that these days) of which I am not, I politely respond no. He then asks if I have a Fursuit â of which I donât â and I politely respond no again. He keeps pestering me about it so I tell him to piss off and my friends and I walk to another part of the park to hang out.
Paul leaves to go home, and Leaf and Printer â who are both furries and therians or something, Iâm not up on the lingo â decide to practice doing quads(running and jumping on all fours). I let them do their thing and scroll on my phone, until Green Shirt comes back. (Paraphrasing because we swear a lot) âHey I have an interview!â He asks, âWhat do you want?â We respond. âWhatâs it like in the furry world?â He asks, in a derogatory way. Us: âWhat do you mean? Weâre in the normal worldâ Him: *snickering* âoh my god I didnât know animals could talk!â
We very impolitely tell him to go f*ck himself, and he goes back to spread gossip to Ginger and Black shirt. We notice as we walk off that Green Shirt has a scooter, he also looks like heâs nine. Oh, and heâs wearing a helmet. Of course safety is nice, but he looked so funny becuase he was wearing a motorbike helmet. On a scooter. The scooter wasnât even electric, it was a normal scooter.
As we left the part to walk through the towns main street, he came up to us on his manual scooter with his motorbike helmet, calling us furries, calling our genders not real (we hadnât even told him our gender) and other things like that before repeatedly going back to talk with Ginger and Black shirt. I commented to my friend that while he is mocking our gender, he looks like a child and I probably have more testosterone in my body than him (Iâm still biologically female, he really did look like a child).
This was when my friends had an idea, they discussed it and I listened, but I didnât think that green shirt was gonna come back. ..then, Green Shirt came back.
Green shirt: âyou guys are furries!â My friends: (high pitched, annoying and patronizing) âOH MY GOSH YOURE SO SKIBIDI SIGMA! I LOVE YOUR HELMET POOKIE BEAR SAFETY FIRST LETS GO! SLAYYYY WE LOVE YOU OH MY GOSH YOU HAVE SO MUCH GYATT, YOURE SO SKIBIDI!!!â
His confidence shattered, but he didnât just stop there, oh no no, he tried ignoring them first. I still wasnât saying that to him, I was just laughing. He asked me, âwhatâs your gender?â I ignored his question, âwhatâs your gender?â I asked him back. He said in a less and less confident voice, âIâm a man!â. âHow so?â I responded. He said smugly, âI have a poleâ.
..I genuinely misheard him and thought he said he was the hulk, so I said âyouâre the HULK?! I really donât think so youâre arms are twigs,â Him, getting increasingly exasperated as my friends are still screaming that he is sigma; âNO! I said I have a pole!â. âŠI proceeded to gesture dramatically at a metal pole that was conveniently near where we were sitting, I was yelling âOH MY GOSH ITS YOUR POLE! NO WAY I GUESS THE POLE IS A MAN TOO! I GUESS ANYONE NEAR THE POLE IS A MAN! YOU HAVE A METAL POLE SO YOURE A MAN WELL DONE!!â
My friends joined in. It was chaos. He couldnât think of anything to say, all of his insults were unoriginal from the beginning, but all he said to us as he went back was that we had mental issues, we were mentally r*tarded, and he called as f*cking furry c*nts in frustration. He went back down the hill, but then Ginger and Black Shirt came walking up with Green Shirt.
My friends proceeded to continue calling them skibidi sigmas, while I was there for the witty one liners I all of a sudden happened to have. Green shirt literally scooted on his scooter to the other side of the road to get away from us (we were just sitting on a bench), his motorbike helmet and metal pole and all.
Black shirt called us mentally r*tarded, while I yelled at Ginger; some context: Ginger and I had been friends since preschool, we drifted apart after like year 5, but we still texted sometimes until I went to high school. As Ginger and Black shirt crossed the road, I yelled; âGinger, GINGER! I thought we were friends! Why are you being mean?!â
Ginger replied defensively, âIâm not doing anything!â. ..by this time you could tell all three of them were thinking /we/ were harassing /them/, green and black shirt looked legit terrified even from the other side of the road. They were also feeling embarrassed now, because we were yelling things to across the road in a busy street. My friends and I didn't care about public humiliation, they were in for it.
I yelled to ginger, âginger! Ginger! GINGER!â I had her attention, âWeâve been friends since preschool! Weâve been friends since we were four!â I could see green and black shirt look at her almost disgusted, I continued, âWHY ARE YOU LETTING YOUR FRIENDS BE MEAN?! WEVE BEEN FRIENDS SINCE WE WERE KIDS!â (Please note this all happened in about three minutes, so my friends are still yelling about them all having rizz and being pookie bears)
âŠthey donât respond. They just continue walking up the hill and I tell my friends we should walk back down near the park because I needed to start walking home.
As we walked down the hill â still quite shocked we had used our collective braincell to get back at a bully â we could hear Ginger, Green shirt and Black shirt arguing with each other, but they were too far away we could only guess what about.
Itâs been an hour and I canât stop smiling, I found this sub through The Click and I hope my story fits here.
2024.05.19 09:39 Kian_Wilson84 I randomly caught feelings for a coworker.
We go to the same college and we work the same job on campus. Iâve(19F)been working with him(20M) for a few months now, but I never noticed him, like NOTICED him until a few weeks ago. Thatâs when I started crushing on him.
Heâs intelligent, funny, stylish, athletic, and just overall someone with good energy. Anyhow a few weeks ago we had a lunch break ( we never get any but we had things going on at work that day) and he asked if I wanted to go do something, we ended up going shopping and got food for a few hours. He drove and yk when they reverse and put their hand behind the seat (đ©) lol.
The following day he asked what style he should get, and I showed him photos and then he smoothly asked oh wait do I have your number, and hands me his phone. He already had my instagram tho which he asked for a month prior, but he asked me and this other male co-worker in a group setting to letâs all connect online but the other co-worker didnât have SM so he only added me so this interaction donât really count.
Anyways I could be delusional and misinterpreting his friendly remarks but man oh man heâs been on my mind for no reason. He talks to me about what he did over the weekend, what his plans are, and asks me a lot of questions about making certain decisions. Heâs so charming.
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Heâs intelligent, funny, stylish, athletic, and just overall someone with good energy. Anyhow a few weeks ago we had a lunch break ( we never get any but we had things going on at work that day) and he asked if I wanted to go do something, we ended up going shopping and got food for a few hours. He drove and yk when they reverse and put their hand behind the seat (đ©) lol.
The following day he asked what style he should get, and I showed him photos and then he smoothly asked oh wait do I have your number, and hands me his phone. He already had my instagram tho which he asked for a month prior, but he asked me and this other male co-worker in a group setting to letâs all connect online but the other co-worker didnât have SM so he only added me so this interaction donât really count.
Anyways I could be delusional and misinterpreting his friendly remarks but man oh man heâs been on my mind for no reason. He talks to me about what he did over the weekend, what his plans are, and asks me a lot of questions about making certain decisions. Heâs so charming.
2024.05.19 09:35 PogoBox Australian petition coming along nicely in the final days of taking signatures, but we can get another 732 to push it into quintuple digits and bolster the cause. My countrymen, let's end this innings with a shot to the boundary! (Trust me, that string of words made sense.)
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2024.05.19 09:35 Glittering_Fill1203 Poco X5 Pro 5G - Charging issue
I am not able to properly charge my 7 months old Poco X5 Pro 5G. Sometimes it won't charge at all, sometimes very slow charging. I checked the charger, it's working fine with other handsets.
Funny thing is whenever I restart the phone and put it for charging every time it works fine. It charges quickly & reaches almost 90% in an hour from less than 5%.
If anyone faced similar issue & solved it, kindly help.
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Funny thing is whenever I restart the phone and put it for charging every time it works fine. It charges quickly & reaches almost 90% in an hour from less than 5%.
If anyone faced similar issue & solved it, kindly help.
2024.05.19 09:29 Secret-Tomatillo5044 I Accepted a Job to Film on the Dark Web pt1
I Accepted a Job to Film on the Dark Web
Man, I am pumped to tell you chronically online content addicts my story. Wait is that too mean of an intro? Will this get taken down for harassment since I painted too accurate a picture of the people on this site? Sorry, everyone, Iâm sure you all smell like an expensive bakery and have touched grass this morning. Anyway, I promise I have something interesting. It even involves the dark web you uncreative writers cream yourselves over! I mean, totally real people speaking about their strangely similar experiences. Okay, fine Iâll stop bullying you through the screen before you click off.
This all started when I was seven years old and my parents were killed in front of me in an anti-indigenous hate crime, but let's be real you donât care. Iâm just some annoying Cherokee kid with dead parents so Iâll skip to the good parts. I spent years in an orphanage, gradually becoming more interested in death and violence. As bad as it is, I went out of my way to expose myself to that content in the hopes of desensitizing myself. Which ended up working too well, since now Iâm obsessed with causing and viewing pain, though I donât find any joy in hurting myself.
I got adopted at twelve and after a few months of staying at my new familyâs home on the reservation, I went with them to a state sweatier than the average Reddit user, California. Long story short, both of my caretakers, whom I referred to as Uncle and Auntie because they could never be my parents, died. Leaving me in the care of their older son, who I call cousin. Iâm not stupid enough to give up any real names, so Iâll call him Brick, cause heâs as dumb as one. He was in his early 20s when he was tasked with taking care of me and is the worldâs worst excuse for a babysitter.
Iâm almost always alone at the apartment, with him only coming by to drop off supplies and stay for a few hours so the neighbors donât get too worried. Unless I get in trouble at school, then heâd suddenly give a shit. It's useful because he doesn't about the gory stuff I look at, but some display of interest would be nice. Oh well, ninety percent of the population sucks so heâs just part of the majority. Now, with that said, youâll be able to understand the perfect storm that led me here. During my time on the deep web, I found a particular website that caught my eye. They had new footage relatively consistently and they were the easiest for me to access since I didn't go too far into the dark web, especially with all the honey pots lying around.
I even bought a couple of files for myself to study and admire. One thing irritated me though, the cameraman. He was always sobbing, breathing, shaking, or some combination of those. It seriously killed the vibe of the killings. Something I commented on under many videos, often saying I would do a better job filming. A choice that in hindsight was me asking to end up in one of those recordings. I didn't think anything of it at the time. I was mostly the only one who commented but I was sure they wouldn't care. I was embarrassingly wrong.
I was staying up like usual, but it was past one AM on a school night, and back then that was a lot so I tried to sleep. Closing my eyes, tossing and turning, the works. I had just started drifting off when I heard the front door open. I remained calm but immediately found it weird since Brick never showed up this late. The thuds of the individual's feet grew louder as they got closer to my bedroom. I tried to convince myself it wasn't a stranger, especially since they got in with ease, but I knew that was wishful thinking.
They hummed as they opened my door. My dumbass had left it unlocked. I remained on my side, trying to look like I was asleep. They turned on the flashlight of their phone, shining it in my face. It was hard but I stayed still while they traced it over my features. I could tell they were smiling as they clicked their tongue.
âHeh, I knew it was a brat,â they whispered to themselves, pulling tangles out of my hair. Something I struggled not to groan from. They pulled up the hair over my ear and got so close spit got on my ear lobe.
âI know youâre awake kid,â they murmured, putting a blade to my neck. I let them grab my shoulder and move me onto my back, I knew how to fight but I wasn't about to take that big a risk with the position they had me in.
âYou think youâre so cool saying you can do better than our guy.â they snickered, kneeling, their flashlight still shining in my face.
âDo you seriously believe that?â they questioned, moving the light away.
âYeah, I do.â I stood my ground, they might have been intimidating but I wasn't gonna let that stop me from being honest.
âI wouldn't sound like Iâm gonna piss myself every time it gets gory. Iâm confident I could get better footage too, getting up close is something Iâve fantasized about.â
They clicked their tongue again and ran their finger over the bridge of my nose.
âWell, I know youâre a big fan of what we do, and youâre confidence makes me think you got something to back those claims up, so howâd you like a deal?â
I was surprised by how civil they were being aside from the touching and weapon against my throat.
âWhat kind of deal?â I asked, for all I knew this guy wanted me to lick their feet or some weird shit like that. They placed a finger underneath my eye, tracing a half moon with their nail.
âYou have till this Friday to film a video of you killing an animal and put it on a flash drive that Iâll pick up here. If it impresses me and the crew weâll hire ya with a handsome salary.â They began, moving their hand down to my cheek.
âBut if you don't show, or it doesn't meet our standards, then Iâm fucking up one of the parts of your face.â They warned, pinching my skin harshly.
âAnd if I say no to this deal?â
They put their hand over my mouth, scratching my lips.
âThatâs cute, if you say no Iâll just slit your throat.â they grinned.
âOr rip it open with my teeth if you got a preference,â they smirked, before running their tongue across their sharp teeth.
âOkay, since I have no choice Iâll go with it, but Iâm telling you now I can give you something way better than what you likely expect of me.â I prefaced, looking into their sunken eyes. They scratched my scalp, including the side of my head that was shaved.
âGood choice, Iâll be back to pick it up and if you're not here Iâll assume you donât have the video. I genuinely wish you luck, because youâll need it.â they removed the blade from my neck and walked away. I sat still for a few minutes in the dark, processing what had happened and wondering how they got into my apartment with such ease. I was confident I could blow their sniveling excuse of a cameraman out of the water, but I was worried about the people I was getting caught up with.
Sure, I had been on a lot of gore sites over the years but I was always just watching and occasionally commenting. Compared to most in the scene I wasn't much of a threat. I could defend myself and have contemplated killing for years but I hadn't murdered anyone or worse. Plus, I am part of way too many targeted groups to not be constantly at risk. Teenage, fem-leaning, two-spirit, indigenous kid with trauma? Yeah, I might as well be walking sign screaming âHate crime meâ.
So yeah, there was a lot to worry about. Regardless, I couldn't let that fear hold me back. I had a job to do and a group of sickos to appease. The next morning was rough, I got no sleep cause Iâd spent all night brainstorming. I barely mustered the energy to change and drank straight mouthwash instead of brushing my teeth. Slogging onto the bus with drool on my cheek, I went to the back like usual. No one sat there cause, the seats were extra worn down, and I scared off anyone who attempted to with my active, rabies-infected bitch face. That day was different though.
I blanked on his name and where I knew him from, but I recognized his wavy hair and prominent curved nose. He glanced at each seat on the bus, before somehow settling on my area. He tried to give me space but ultimately seated himself beside me after realizing it was the only spot that didn't look like it would give him cancer. I glared at him as I did with everyone, but it didn't phase him.
âYou know you could pick anywhere else right?â I murmured. He stared at the floor, then at me.
âIâm aware, but a few months ago I started a mission to sit on every part of this bus, and this is the last place.â he smiled, his lips softly curving at the sides.
âWhatâs the point of that?â
His mouth moved into a more neutral position, but his eyes kept smiling.
âI just thought it would be neat to see the same place from a bunch of different perspectives.â he took out his phone and snapped a photo from the point of view where he was sitting. Maybe my sleepiness made my bitch face less effective, cause he hadn't shown a hint of fear, which kind of annoyed me.
âThatâs cool I guess, but I wouldn't do that if I were you. Iâve done some back here alone that would make your skin crawl.â in hindsight my attempt at unnerving him just made me sound like a pervert, which is probably why he held back laughter. Trying to hide a chuckle by clearing his throat.
âHey, it's not my business what you do, no matter how Haram it is. Itâs your life so thatâs between you and whatever you believe in. Just donât shake hands with me.â he joked, playfully putting his hands up. Strangely, I remembered his name at that moment.
âOh shit, youâre Abdul! We have art together.â I sat up, haphazardly slamming my hand down on my leg.
âUh yeah, Iâve seen some of your paintings, theyâre pretty cool. I like the way you texture them, Iâm trying to work on that.â he complimented, seeming more weirded out by my sudden energy than my accidental insinuation. I felt a little stupid for yelling his name but decided not to dwell on it.
âThanks, youâre stuff is nice, and youâre good at shading.â
He stretched his arms while thanking me. We talked for a few more minutes, taking jabs at each other throughout. Turns out he was better at being an asshole than his artsy charismatic appearance made me think. The thing setting our insults apart being that you could tell he was a loving person underneath. It was the nicest conversation I had with anyone in a while. Though he could tell I was tired so he quieted down, letting me sleep, waking me when we got to school. We went our separate ways until the last two periods we shared. All that time, I spent my remaining energy plotting how I was going to handle the video. What Iâd kill, record with, and how to dispose of the evidence. It was a lot to consider, but through three classes I devised a plan.
Iâd find a stray around my apartment complex and take it out in my room. Record it on a portable camera since I broke the ones on my phone, no, I will not be answering how that happened. Then once I had my footage Iâd put the body in a trash bag, throw it in the complexâs garbage, and clean the blood off my floor. It didn't seem like Brick would come by so he wasn't a factor I thought Iâd have to consider. The plan was almost too easy, but I decided to believe in Occamâs razor. I got so lost in thought that by the time I reached Art, which was my second-to-last period, I didn't process that we were moving seats.
âShe called your name,â Abdul reminded me. Our teacher placed us next to each other at our four-person table. The two girls sitting with us were already friends, so I didn't bother to say anything, but I was interested in talking to him more.
âSo, what do you think of this assignment?â He shrugged, taking out his sketchbook.
âIâm not that good at drawing people, but the idea of combining two peopleâs faces into a portrait seems interesting. Any ideas on who youâll pick?â
âProbably the members of the music duo Brain Tumor, theyâre my favorite artists and they both look weird as hell.â
âWow way to talk about your favorites, if thatâs what you say about them I canât imagine what you have to say about me.â he joked, pulling up reference pictures.
âFirst, itâs not an insult, second I donât have anything to say about you. Brain and Tumor have features and styles that make them stand out. Sure theyâre ugly, but it just adds to their visual charm. Hot people are boring, thereâs nothing to pick at.â I explained, unzipping my bag.
âOh, so youâre saying you think Iâm hot.â
His comment wasnât serious but it kind of got to me.
âShit, thatâs not what I meant, I was trying to say youâre boring. All hot people are boring, but not all boring people are hot, okay?â I explained, flipping to a clean page.
âAlright, but if Iâm so bland then why talk to me?â
I hesitated, contemplating how much of a dick I was gonna be.
âBecause it means you probably need some spice in your life, which I can provide.â
He began sketching a head on his paper.
âI like spices, but I feel like youâre the kind of person to dump a cabinetâs worth onto me.â
I flicked my pencil over to his side of the desk, putting on a mocking grin.
âAww, you scared Iâm gonna get you into trouble?â
He picked up the pencil and started using it, putting his on my side.
âNo, âcause Iâm good at setting boundaries. Iâm more concerned that youâll get annoyed with how unafraid of you I am.â
I stared at him for a moment, I hadn't expected to hear that.
âJeez, man you didn't have to read me like that.â
He shrugged, observing the red paint from past projects that lay on my pencil.
âIt's not hard to figure out, just this morning you were trying to push me away on the bus. Lucky, or unlucky, for you I want you to have a friend and you seem like a fun person.â
âWait are you saying I have no friends?â I squinted at him.
âWell, do you?â
I didn't answer.
âIf your response is silence I suggest you take up my offer.â
I was stunned, to be honest. No one had offered to be my friend since 6th grade, and that didn't last long. Of course, I accepted it, but for the rest of the period, there was an awkwardness in my mind. As pathetic as it sounds I wasn't used to others genuinely enjoying my company like he did. Which was partly by design cause I get joy out of scaring people away, but still. I forgot how it felt to have conversations about normal things like art. He had such a nice smile too, usually when I see a grin I want to slap it off, but I liked his. His voice was also nice, itâs hard to describe what in particular but it was easy on the ears.
Okay, Iâm starting to get off-topic. Iâll skip to the important part. Toward the end of class, he started talking about how he was interested in filmmaking and got a portable video camera as a gift at last yearâs Eid. He didn't have it on him, but he showed me a picture.
âHeh, thatâs funny, I bought the same one a month ago.â I pointed out.
âYeah, it's a popular model, Iâm still getting the hang of it though cause Iâm so used to using my phone.â
âWell, maybe I could bring you over to my place or vice versa after school and I can help you out.â I suggested.
He smiled, putting his phone back in his pocket.
âI thought you said youâve only had it for a month? You know I can always look up tutorials from trained professionals.â he reminded me with a notable smugness that I'd used with him before.
âWell those guys are stuffy and Iâm a fast learner.â
He redirected his attention back to his page, picking his pencil up.
âAlright, I suggest we go somewhere public instead. Youâre not exactly the kind of person I want to bring home to my parents right away. Plus they always need to meet my friends and their guardians before I hang out at their home.â
I gave an exaggerated sigh, stretching my back.
âAw man, looks like we canât get high in my murder pit during our first hangout.â
He didn't respond for a solid few seconds.
âWait, you do know I'm joking right?â
He shrugged, the smile in his eyes appearing again.
âI mean, one of those things is a little less believable than the other.â he snickered, and I laughed with him.
We set up a time and a date, which is where I screwed myself. He ended up being busy with projects from his other classes and family which just left us with Friday, the same day I had to submit the video. Now, did I tell him I wouldn't be able to make it? No, of course not, because I decided to be stupid and even more overconfident. I said that Iâd one hundred percent be able to hang out with him after school like I didn't have a mutilator who was going to drop by my place at an unknown time.
The rest of the day went over fine but that bad timing led me to feel like a dick later. When I got home I was able to write out my plan, even sketching a few specifics of what Iâd do. It was more exciting than when Iâd been brainstorming, but this is when the gravity of the situation began to set in. When I said Iâd fantasized about killings I meant it. I mean my teddy with twenty-five stab wounds should say enough. Regardless this would be the first time real blood was on my hands.
It made me feel powerful, but a little afraid. Iâve heard stories of people thinking that it would be an awesome experience and then feeling like shit. I doubted Iâd be one of those people but still. Plus, I didn't exactly trust the guy who gave me this job. There was a good chance that this whole situation was rigged and theyâd kill me no matter how good the video was. Or worse turn me into the feds and expose my collection. Honestly, if that happened Iâd probably eat a shot to avoid going to jail. Wait, can I say that on this platform? Okay to the mods, that was a joke, I want to live a long life. Ugh, Iâm doing a terrible job of staying on track. The point is there was a lot up in the air despite it being a matter of life or death.
I knew Iâd go through with it but it was still a lot less straightforward than it initially seemed. I wracked my brain to remember where most of the cats stayed and tried to come up with a good way to lure one without raising suspicion. This also proved harder than first thought because I didn't think to account for the cat man, an old guy who lived alone and fed all the cats in our dingy complex while also housing a few. Knowing how obsessive he was heâd probably notice if one of them disappeared. Then again not all the cats return consistently or at all. It makes more sense that heâd think one of them was run over rather than slaughtered. It was getting late again so I rested my head for a moment, a bad move cause I ended up falling asleep at my desk. Not even changing out of the clothes Iâd worn before, I woke up late and barely caught the bus the next morning.
I went to my usual spot but Abdul had already taken it. He patted the area next to it, which heâd covered in a towel, a smart move knowing how nasty it was. People gave me a few dirty looks as normal, which I smiled at. I stretched, my mind slightly less out of it than the previous morning.
âUh, you do realize that-â
âYeah, I know Iâm wearing the same clothes.â
Abdul looked me up and down, his eyes remaining soft, but with a mix of concern and judgment. He set his backpack down and took off his sweater handing it to me.
âDude what are you-â
âLook I don't know what led to you not being able to change but I think you should at least have a fresh top.â
I was surprised he was offering me something to wear but I took it.
âUh, thanks, Iâll change into it later.â
He nodded as I put it in my backpack.
âYou know you didn't have to do that.â I reminded him.
âWell thereâs a lot of stuff I donât have to do, but I do it because I want to, and I wanted to help you out.â
He smiled, his face still warmer than an Arizona summer. I got a strange feeling in my chest at that moment, I still canât tell if it was good or bad.
âWell, thanks, I'll give it back to you tomorrow.â
We talked a little more and he mentioned something that caught my attention.
âHave you heard about all the animals that have been turning up dead?â
My eyes widened with surprise.
âNo, I haven't, when did you hear about that?â
He pulled on his long-sleeve shirt.
âMy sister said her friend who works at a shelter noticed a bunch of animals were getting adopted by people around the same time, and since then gore videos with them have been showing up. She found out through her co-worker who was emailed it by some random creep.â
I covered my mouth and looked away to hide the smile growing on my face. He had just given me the perfect cover-up without knowing. Now if I killed an animal people had an entire violent ring to connect it to instead of me! I stayed quiet for a minute because I could tell heâd likely see through any phony sad sounds I made.
âOh wow, thatâs awful, do you think theyâll ever find out the people behind it?â
He sighed, running his hand through his wavy hair.
âI hope so, for now, all we can do is pray that no more animals get hurt.â
I couldn't contain my grin as he said that so sincerely like animals and people didn't die constantly and that taking down one group would somehow stop the issue.
âIs there some joke I donât get?â he furrowed his brow.
âUh, no, sorry I smile when nervous.â
His gaze softened again, and he didn't press further.
His bringing up the animal killings ended up being the exact push I needed to get my hands dirty. Iâd spent the entire day before planning so it was time to put that plan into action. I stole some cat treats that the cat man had laid out and spread them around my apartment which was on the bottom floor. Waiting for one of them to take the bate outside my window was pretty boring but one of them came after a few minutes. A scraggly brown and black cat with a tuft of fur missing on one side of his head. It's messed up but I felt like a little less of an asshole for taking him in since he looked like he was already struggling. I scooped him up and he didn't attempt to fight back.
âHey there buddyâ I waved, feeding him some more food. His eyes had a lot of crust on them, it was kinda gross but I donât have the right to say with how often I wash my jeans. After a minute or two he let me pet him. I knew making any kind of attachment was bad but I thought it was the right thing to do so heâd fall into a sense of security. I was just about to take him into my room when the door opened.
âHey, Iâm back with groceries!â my shithead cousin announced with two plastic bags in his hands. He looked down to see me with the cat, his eyebrows raising.
âAw come on, you know we canât afford a pet.â
He groaned placing the bags on a table and unloading them.
âI know, but he doesn't look like heâs got a lot of life in him I at least want to help him feel better before he kicks the bucket!â
Brick rolled his eyes, putting the cereal box on top of the fridge
âJeez, did you even think about what diseases he might have? His eyes look puffy what if he has something that can get you sick?â
He had valid concerns which was surprising since heâs usually stupid, but I was still annoyed with him.
âIâm sure heâs fine, Iâll even try to wash him, just please let me hold onto him for a little.â
He folded his arms looking down at us.
âHave you even named him?â
I froze for a second, before using the first thing that came to mind, which ended up being pretty awful knowing my plans.
âCash cow.â I blurted, awkwardly patting his head.
âHonestly thatâs better than what I was expecting. I was sure youâd pick âHellspawn Mcgeeâ or something else corny.â
He meant to make fun of me but honestly, I would have named him that if I had more time.
âUgh, anyway I got those dumb chips you like.â
He then pulled out a bag of the wrong chips.
âDude those are the wrong ones, this is the third time youâve mixed up the flavors.â
He threw them at me, scaring the cat slightly.
âWell, I pay for it so you shouldn't be so picky. Anyway, while I was in line I picked up something you might be into.â
He then tossed me a trashy teen magazine. One of my least favorite sorry excuses for an influencer on the cover.
âThis is a joke, right?â
I couldn't believe my own adopted brother gave such little shit in my interests.
âI don't know, you decided to start being a girl for real this time so I thought the makeup tips on page ten would help you out.â
I scrunched my face at his comment.
âDude Iâve been this way for years, just because I started wearing more makeup and dresses doesn't mean Iâm more of a girl than when I didn't. I know you wonât get the two-spirit thing but come on.â
He shrugged, seeing me done with me even though heâd just shown up.
âYeah well hey Iâm trying. Anyway, just so you know a friend of mine is coming here Friday.â
My heart stopped.
âWait why here? You live elsewhere why canât you assholes go there or their place!â
He slammed his fist on the table.
âWill you shut the fuck up!â
He screamed with a phrase Iâd grown numb to.
âI don't know, to be honest, something about wanting to move into this complex and this being a way to scout it out. Iâm just letting you know now so you donât act like a complete freak.â
âJokes on you Iâll piss in whatever shitty beer you bring just cause you said that!â
I yelled back raising my voice higher than his. He face-palmed before putting the plastic bags in the drawer under the sink.
âWhatever, you and your ketamine-addict-looking cat have fun,â he told me while seating himself on the couch. I picked up the cat and walked into the bathroom to clean it. I closed the door and placed him in the dry tub. Using a small disposable mouthwash cup I got a little bit of water. I hadn't had a pet before so I wasn't sure how to approach the task. I dipped my fingers in the water and carefully pet it while pouring s small bit down his back. Any other cat would fight back but he just made pissed-off noises without doing anything.
I scrapped my old shampoo bottle and kneaded it into his thin fur. His skin was bumpy and dry beneath the hair so scrubbing it was uncomfortable. I made sure to avoid getting soap in its eyes but I did pull away some of the crust on its lids. His pupils were so clouded I was surprised that he could see at all, making me feel even more sure that he would be on its way out with or without me.
After drying him I set him on a beat-up shirt I wore when modifying clothes. He sunk his claws into it a few times, playing with a loose string. I ignored him for the rest of the night, hopping into the shower and changing for bed. His meows woke me up a few times but I tuned it out after a while, reminding myself that he wouldnât be my cat for long.
The next day was Thursday and there wasn't a second that passed by where the weight of the murder Iâd have to commit didn't weigh on me. I seriously shot myself in the foot by taking care of that scruffy, pubic hair pile. I was supposed to be hyped about killing it, after all, Iâd dreamed and seen way worse than what I was going to do. Yet once I got home and started setting up I felt grosser with each step. I decided to record it in my bathroom instead of my bedroom so it would be harder to connect to me. I set down a few fabric scraps and a worn-out beach towel, placing it all inside a tub for easier cleanup later.
âOkay, I guess it's time,â I mumbled to myself. I brought the cat in and placed it down, setting up my camera once it was comfortable. I also wore my most generic clothes in addition to a mask, putting my hair in a bun for sanitation. When I saw the flicker of red showing that the camera was on I felt I was dreaming. I smiled, excited that Iâd get to live out my violent desires. Yet, when I looked down at its pathetic frame and confused expression those urges left me.
I rationalized what I was doing, reminding myself how many animals die all the time and that Iâd been forced into this, but it didn't help much in the end. I wonât get into it but under the pressure of impressing the group Cash Cow didn't go out as fast as I would have liked for a first task. Getting rid of the evidence was especially rough, the textures were pretty nasty, to put it mildly. It was surreal watching the blood go down the tub drain and gradually drip off my hands as I rinsed them. I couldn't conjure a single thought the entire time I cleaned it up.
Whether I was wringing out the clothes or putting the remains in plastic bags, it didn't matter. All I could focus on was the task at hand, with hints of disgust along the way. I ended up finishing at three AM. My hands were wrinkled and shook once I settled. I wonât deny that during the murder I didn't hate it. Slashing into something was fun and it made me feel strong. Still, it wasn't nearly as fulfilling as I expected it to be. Part of it was guilt, but it was mostly disappointment. Iâd built it up for years and it wasn't earth shatteringly good or bad.
Overall, I expected to feel more, but it just left me hollow with an uncomfortable itch. There was no way Iâd ever be able to see the tub the same way, hell I donât think Iâll ever use it again. Luckily I almost always shower anyway so it's not too big of a deal. I watched a few horror game videos, trashed everything, changed and went to bed.
My scalp hurt like a bitch the morning since I kept my hair in that stupid bun. Despite getting less sleep than the past two days I held myself together a bit better in the morning. I brushed my teeth, changed, and had some fried bread before getting on the bus. Regardless I looked like complete shit and struggled to slump into my seat.
âRough night?â Abdul asked
âUh, yeah.â I quietly responded looking to the floor.
He frowned, looking at me with concern.
âYou can talk about it if you're comfortable,â he assured me. I contemplated giving him a thinly veiled metaphor or vague explanation so he'd comfort me but stopped myself before my mouth could run a muck. He wouldn't be able to do much of anything and I donât like opening up.
âUhm, thanks but it's something I have to deal with alone.â
He nodded, respecting my boundaries.
âYou know, I understand if you canât hang out today it seems like you have a lot going on.â
I avoided eye contact with him as he spoke. For once I was feeling hints of guilt toward a person. I wanted to spend time with him, but I knew that I wasn't in the state to do that.
âYeah, I think itâll have to wait, Iâm-â I cut myself off before apologizing. A fact about me that should surprise no one is that I hate apologizing. Even when I do feel kinda bad the act fills me with embarrassment.
âYou what?â he asked, his eyes telling me that he knew what I was going to say.
âIâm emotionally not great.â I spat out in an admittedly poor attempt to get out of saying sorry. As always he remained calm but I could tell he saw through me.
âOkay, like I said I understand, whatever it is I hope you feel better.â
I told him thank you and we didn't speak for the rest of the day. At home I changed into more comfortable clothes and brushed my teeth. Unfortunately, I wasn't bouncing back from killing nearly as much as I expected.
âIt wasn't even that bad! That thing was on its last legs anyway.â I grumbled to myself, smacking my forehead. I was feeling worse than when I did it which is weird. I ended up spontaneously decorating a ratty tie from the bottom of an accessory drawer to distract myself. It helped me get my mind off things, for a little. I had zero plan, just wanting to make something needlessly complex. Hours that felt like minutes passed and soon it was covered in patches, frills, and beads. I just tried it on when I heard the front door open.
âMan, that shit was wild!â I heard Brick laugh groggily. I didn't have to see or smell him to know heâd gotten lit. I rolled my eyes, closing my bedroom door.
âHey, whoâs there?â his friend asked, seemingly referring to me.
âOh, thatâs my little sis, donât mind her sheâs just on her emo shit!â he joked, which pissed me off for the petty reason that I didn't even listen or dress emo.
âHey, thatâs alright with me, I went through one of those phases,â they responded, their words less slurred than my cousinâs.
I fucked up and forgot to lock it when I closed it so they were able to swing it open, almost smacking my desk.
âHey emo girl!â they waved as Brick haphazardly pulled them back.
âOkay, man, seriously I think she wants to be left alone.â
The way his friend looked at me made me uncomfortable. Like theyâd snap my neck if I pissed them off. They clicked their tongue while stepping through the door frame.
âAlright, but I gotta say calling her an emo is inaccurate, they look like they watch gore and most emos just say they do.â they flashed a sharp toothy grin. At that moment I began to connect the dots.
âEasy, sheâll get pissy with you dude, now come on.â Brick warned tugging their opened button pushed him away. They looked me dead in the eyes.
âI donât think she minds, in truth, I feel like weâll have a lot to discuss later.â they smiled again, finally walking back into the living room. A chill ran up my spine when I saw them. The sharp teeth, New York accent, unsettling gaze, that motherfucker was the person who recruited me! They were able to get into my place so easily cause my dumbass cousin probably gave them a spare key or the opportunity to make one, and now they were a room away from me!
I dug my hands into my pillow as I contemplated what to do, no matter what happened next, I knew it was gonna be a rough visit.
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Man, I am pumped to tell you chronically online content addicts my story. Wait is that too mean of an intro? Will this get taken down for harassment since I painted too accurate a picture of the people on this site? Sorry, everyone, Iâm sure you all smell like an expensive bakery and have touched grass this morning. Anyway, I promise I have something interesting. It even involves the dark web you uncreative writers cream yourselves over! I mean, totally real people speaking about their strangely similar experiences. Okay, fine Iâll stop bullying you through the screen before you click off.
This all started when I was seven years old and my parents were killed in front of me in an anti-indigenous hate crime, but let's be real you donât care. Iâm just some annoying Cherokee kid with dead parents so Iâll skip to the good parts. I spent years in an orphanage, gradually becoming more interested in death and violence. As bad as it is, I went out of my way to expose myself to that content in the hopes of desensitizing myself. Which ended up working too well, since now Iâm obsessed with causing and viewing pain, though I donât find any joy in hurting myself.
I got adopted at twelve and after a few months of staying at my new familyâs home on the reservation, I went with them to a state sweatier than the average Reddit user, California. Long story short, both of my caretakers, whom I referred to as Uncle and Auntie because they could never be my parents, died. Leaving me in the care of their older son, who I call cousin. Iâm not stupid enough to give up any real names, so Iâll call him Brick, cause heâs as dumb as one. He was in his early 20s when he was tasked with taking care of me and is the worldâs worst excuse for a babysitter.
Iâm almost always alone at the apartment, with him only coming by to drop off supplies and stay for a few hours so the neighbors donât get too worried. Unless I get in trouble at school, then heâd suddenly give a shit. It's useful because he doesn't about the gory stuff I look at, but some display of interest would be nice. Oh well, ninety percent of the population sucks so heâs just part of the majority. Now, with that said, youâll be able to understand the perfect storm that led me here. During my time on the deep web, I found a particular website that caught my eye. They had new footage relatively consistently and they were the easiest for me to access since I didn't go too far into the dark web, especially with all the honey pots lying around.
I even bought a couple of files for myself to study and admire. One thing irritated me though, the cameraman. He was always sobbing, breathing, shaking, or some combination of those. It seriously killed the vibe of the killings. Something I commented on under many videos, often saying I would do a better job filming. A choice that in hindsight was me asking to end up in one of those recordings. I didn't think anything of it at the time. I was mostly the only one who commented but I was sure they wouldn't care. I was embarrassingly wrong.
I was staying up like usual, but it was past one AM on a school night, and back then that was a lot so I tried to sleep. Closing my eyes, tossing and turning, the works. I had just started drifting off when I heard the front door open. I remained calm but immediately found it weird since Brick never showed up this late. The thuds of the individual's feet grew louder as they got closer to my bedroom. I tried to convince myself it wasn't a stranger, especially since they got in with ease, but I knew that was wishful thinking.
They hummed as they opened my door. My dumbass had left it unlocked. I remained on my side, trying to look like I was asleep. They turned on the flashlight of their phone, shining it in my face. It was hard but I stayed still while they traced it over my features. I could tell they were smiling as they clicked their tongue.
âHeh, I knew it was a brat,â they whispered to themselves, pulling tangles out of my hair. Something I struggled not to groan from. They pulled up the hair over my ear and got so close spit got on my ear lobe.
âI know youâre awake kid,â they murmured, putting a blade to my neck. I let them grab my shoulder and move me onto my back, I knew how to fight but I wasn't about to take that big a risk with the position they had me in.
âYou think youâre so cool saying you can do better than our guy.â they snickered, kneeling, their flashlight still shining in my face.
âDo you seriously believe that?â they questioned, moving the light away.
âYeah, I do.â I stood my ground, they might have been intimidating but I wasn't gonna let that stop me from being honest.
âI wouldn't sound like Iâm gonna piss myself every time it gets gory. Iâm confident I could get better footage too, getting up close is something Iâve fantasized about.â
They clicked their tongue again and ran their finger over the bridge of my nose.
âWell, I know youâre a big fan of what we do, and youâre confidence makes me think you got something to back those claims up, so howâd you like a deal?â
I was surprised by how civil they were being aside from the touching and weapon against my throat.
âWhat kind of deal?â I asked, for all I knew this guy wanted me to lick their feet or some weird shit like that. They placed a finger underneath my eye, tracing a half moon with their nail.
âYou have till this Friday to film a video of you killing an animal and put it on a flash drive that Iâll pick up here. If it impresses me and the crew weâll hire ya with a handsome salary.â They began, moving their hand down to my cheek.
âBut if you don't show, or it doesn't meet our standards, then Iâm fucking up one of the parts of your face.â They warned, pinching my skin harshly.
âAnd if I say no to this deal?â
They put their hand over my mouth, scratching my lips.
âThatâs cute, if you say no Iâll just slit your throat.â they grinned.
âOr rip it open with my teeth if you got a preference,â they smirked, before running their tongue across their sharp teeth.
âOkay, since I have no choice Iâll go with it, but Iâm telling you now I can give you something way better than what you likely expect of me.â I prefaced, looking into their sunken eyes. They scratched my scalp, including the side of my head that was shaved.
âGood choice, Iâll be back to pick it up and if you're not here Iâll assume you donât have the video. I genuinely wish you luck, because youâll need it.â they removed the blade from my neck and walked away. I sat still for a few minutes in the dark, processing what had happened and wondering how they got into my apartment with such ease. I was confident I could blow their sniveling excuse of a cameraman out of the water, but I was worried about the people I was getting caught up with.
Sure, I had been on a lot of gore sites over the years but I was always just watching and occasionally commenting. Compared to most in the scene I wasn't much of a threat. I could defend myself and have contemplated killing for years but I hadn't murdered anyone or worse. Plus, I am part of way too many targeted groups to not be constantly at risk. Teenage, fem-leaning, two-spirit, indigenous kid with trauma? Yeah, I might as well be walking sign screaming âHate crime meâ.
So yeah, there was a lot to worry about. Regardless, I couldn't let that fear hold me back. I had a job to do and a group of sickos to appease. The next morning was rough, I got no sleep cause Iâd spent all night brainstorming. I barely mustered the energy to change and drank straight mouthwash instead of brushing my teeth. Slogging onto the bus with drool on my cheek, I went to the back like usual. No one sat there cause, the seats were extra worn down, and I scared off anyone who attempted to with my active, rabies-infected bitch face. That day was different though.
I blanked on his name and where I knew him from, but I recognized his wavy hair and prominent curved nose. He glanced at each seat on the bus, before somehow settling on my area. He tried to give me space but ultimately seated himself beside me after realizing it was the only spot that didn't look like it would give him cancer. I glared at him as I did with everyone, but it didn't phase him.
âYou know you could pick anywhere else right?â I murmured. He stared at the floor, then at me.
âIâm aware, but a few months ago I started a mission to sit on every part of this bus, and this is the last place.â he smiled, his lips softly curving at the sides.
âWhatâs the point of that?â
His mouth moved into a more neutral position, but his eyes kept smiling.
âI just thought it would be neat to see the same place from a bunch of different perspectives.â he took out his phone and snapped a photo from the point of view where he was sitting. Maybe my sleepiness made my bitch face less effective, cause he hadn't shown a hint of fear, which kind of annoyed me.
âThatâs cool I guess, but I wouldn't do that if I were you. Iâve done some back here alone that would make your skin crawl.â in hindsight my attempt at unnerving him just made me sound like a pervert, which is probably why he held back laughter. Trying to hide a chuckle by clearing his throat.
âHey, it's not my business what you do, no matter how Haram it is. Itâs your life so thatâs between you and whatever you believe in. Just donât shake hands with me.â he joked, playfully putting his hands up. Strangely, I remembered his name at that moment.
âOh shit, youâre Abdul! We have art together.â I sat up, haphazardly slamming my hand down on my leg.
âUh yeah, Iâve seen some of your paintings, theyâre pretty cool. I like the way you texture them, Iâm trying to work on that.â he complimented, seeming more weirded out by my sudden energy than my accidental insinuation. I felt a little stupid for yelling his name but decided not to dwell on it.
âThanks, youâre stuff is nice, and youâre good at shading.â
He stretched his arms while thanking me. We talked for a few more minutes, taking jabs at each other throughout. Turns out he was better at being an asshole than his artsy charismatic appearance made me think. The thing setting our insults apart being that you could tell he was a loving person underneath. It was the nicest conversation I had with anyone in a while. Though he could tell I was tired so he quieted down, letting me sleep, waking me when we got to school. We went our separate ways until the last two periods we shared. All that time, I spent my remaining energy plotting how I was going to handle the video. What Iâd kill, record with, and how to dispose of the evidence. It was a lot to consider, but through three classes I devised a plan.
Iâd find a stray around my apartment complex and take it out in my room. Record it on a portable camera since I broke the ones on my phone, no, I will not be answering how that happened. Then once I had my footage Iâd put the body in a trash bag, throw it in the complexâs garbage, and clean the blood off my floor. It didn't seem like Brick would come by so he wasn't a factor I thought Iâd have to consider. The plan was almost too easy, but I decided to believe in Occamâs razor. I got so lost in thought that by the time I reached Art, which was my second-to-last period, I didn't process that we were moving seats.
âShe called your name,â Abdul reminded me. Our teacher placed us next to each other at our four-person table. The two girls sitting with us were already friends, so I didn't bother to say anything, but I was interested in talking to him more.
âSo, what do you think of this assignment?â He shrugged, taking out his sketchbook.
âIâm not that good at drawing people, but the idea of combining two peopleâs faces into a portrait seems interesting. Any ideas on who youâll pick?â
âProbably the members of the music duo Brain Tumor, theyâre my favorite artists and they both look weird as hell.â
âWow way to talk about your favorites, if thatâs what you say about them I canât imagine what you have to say about me.â he joked, pulling up reference pictures.
âFirst, itâs not an insult, second I donât have anything to say about you. Brain and Tumor have features and styles that make them stand out. Sure theyâre ugly, but it just adds to their visual charm. Hot people are boring, thereâs nothing to pick at.â I explained, unzipping my bag.
âOh, so youâre saying you think Iâm hot.â
His comment wasnât serious but it kind of got to me.
âShit, thatâs not what I meant, I was trying to say youâre boring. All hot people are boring, but not all boring people are hot, okay?â I explained, flipping to a clean page.
âAlright, but if Iâm so bland then why talk to me?â
I hesitated, contemplating how much of a dick I was gonna be.
âBecause it means you probably need some spice in your life, which I can provide.â
He began sketching a head on his paper.
âI like spices, but I feel like youâre the kind of person to dump a cabinetâs worth onto me.â
I flicked my pencil over to his side of the desk, putting on a mocking grin.
âAww, you scared Iâm gonna get you into trouble?â
He picked up the pencil and started using it, putting his on my side.
âNo, âcause Iâm good at setting boundaries. Iâm more concerned that youâll get annoyed with how unafraid of you I am.â
I stared at him for a moment, I hadn't expected to hear that.
âJeez, man you didn't have to read me like that.â
He shrugged, observing the red paint from past projects that lay on my pencil.
âIt's not hard to figure out, just this morning you were trying to push me away on the bus. Lucky, or unlucky, for you I want you to have a friend and you seem like a fun person.â
âWait are you saying I have no friends?â I squinted at him.
âWell, do you?â
I didn't answer.
âIf your response is silence I suggest you take up my offer.â
I was stunned, to be honest. No one had offered to be my friend since 6th grade, and that didn't last long. Of course, I accepted it, but for the rest of the period, there was an awkwardness in my mind. As pathetic as it sounds I wasn't used to others genuinely enjoying my company like he did. Which was partly by design cause I get joy out of scaring people away, but still. I forgot how it felt to have conversations about normal things like art. He had such a nice smile too, usually when I see a grin I want to slap it off, but I liked his. His voice was also nice, itâs hard to describe what in particular but it was easy on the ears.
Okay, Iâm starting to get off-topic. Iâll skip to the important part. Toward the end of class, he started talking about how he was interested in filmmaking and got a portable video camera as a gift at last yearâs Eid. He didn't have it on him, but he showed me a picture.
âHeh, thatâs funny, I bought the same one a month ago.â I pointed out.
âYeah, it's a popular model, Iâm still getting the hang of it though cause Iâm so used to using my phone.â
âWell, maybe I could bring you over to my place or vice versa after school and I can help you out.â I suggested.
He smiled, putting his phone back in his pocket.
âI thought you said youâve only had it for a month? You know I can always look up tutorials from trained professionals.â he reminded me with a notable smugness that I'd used with him before.
âWell those guys are stuffy and Iâm a fast learner.â
He redirected his attention back to his page, picking his pencil up.
âAlright, I suggest we go somewhere public instead. Youâre not exactly the kind of person I want to bring home to my parents right away. Plus they always need to meet my friends and their guardians before I hang out at their home.â
I gave an exaggerated sigh, stretching my back.
âAw man, looks like we canât get high in my murder pit during our first hangout.â
He didn't respond for a solid few seconds.
âWait, you do know I'm joking right?â
He shrugged, the smile in his eyes appearing again.
âI mean, one of those things is a little less believable than the other.â he snickered, and I laughed with him.
We set up a time and a date, which is where I screwed myself. He ended up being busy with projects from his other classes and family which just left us with Friday, the same day I had to submit the video. Now, did I tell him I wouldn't be able to make it? No, of course not, because I decided to be stupid and even more overconfident. I said that Iâd one hundred percent be able to hang out with him after school like I didn't have a mutilator who was going to drop by my place at an unknown time.
The rest of the day went over fine but that bad timing led me to feel like a dick later. When I got home I was able to write out my plan, even sketching a few specifics of what Iâd do. It was more exciting than when Iâd been brainstorming, but this is when the gravity of the situation began to set in. When I said Iâd fantasized about killings I meant it. I mean my teddy with twenty-five stab wounds should say enough. Regardless this would be the first time real blood was on my hands.
It made me feel powerful, but a little afraid. Iâve heard stories of people thinking that it would be an awesome experience and then feeling like shit. I doubted Iâd be one of those people but still. Plus, I didn't exactly trust the guy who gave me this job. There was a good chance that this whole situation was rigged and theyâd kill me no matter how good the video was. Or worse turn me into the feds and expose my collection. Honestly, if that happened Iâd probably eat a shot to avoid going to jail. Wait, can I say that on this platform? Okay to the mods, that was a joke, I want to live a long life. Ugh, Iâm doing a terrible job of staying on track. The point is there was a lot up in the air despite it being a matter of life or death.
I knew Iâd go through with it but it was still a lot less straightforward than it initially seemed. I wracked my brain to remember where most of the cats stayed and tried to come up with a good way to lure one without raising suspicion. This also proved harder than first thought because I didn't think to account for the cat man, an old guy who lived alone and fed all the cats in our dingy complex while also housing a few. Knowing how obsessive he was heâd probably notice if one of them disappeared. Then again not all the cats return consistently or at all. It makes more sense that heâd think one of them was run over rather than slaughtered. It was getting late again so I rested my head for a moment, a bad move cause I ended up falling asleep at my desk. Not even changing out of the clothes Iâd worn before, I woke up late and barely caught the bus the next morning.
I went to my usual spot but Abdul had already taken it. He patted the area next to it, which heâd covered in a towel, a smart move knowing how nasty it was. People gave me a few dirty looks as normal, which I smiled at. I stretched, my mind slightly less out of it than the previous morning.
âUh, you do realize that-â
âYeah, I know Iâm wearing the same clothes.â
Abdul looked me up and down, his eyes remaining soft, but with a mix of concern and judgment. He set his backpack down and took off his sweater handing it to me.
âDude what are you-â
âLook I don't know what led to you not being able to change but I think you should at least have a fresh top.â
I was surprised he was offering me something to wear but I took it.
âUh, thanks, Iâll change into it later.â
He nodded as I put it in my backpack.
âYou know you didn't have to do that.â I reminded him.
âWell thereâs a lot of stuff I donât have to do, but I do it because I want to, and I wanted to help you out.â
He smiled, his face still warmer than an Arizona summer. I got a strange feeling in my chest at that moment, I still canât tell if it was good or bad.
âWell, thanks, I'll give it back to you tomorrow.â
We talked a little more and he mentioned something that caught my attention.
âHave you heard about all the animals that have been turning up dead?â
My eyes widened with surprise.
âNo, I haven't, when did you hear about that?â
He pulled on his long-sleeve shirt.
âMy sister said her friend who works at a shelter noticed a bunch of animals were getting adopted by people around the same time, and since then gore videos with them have been showing up. She found out through her co-worker who was emailed it by some random creep.â
I covered my mouth and looked away to hide the smile growing on my face. He had just given me the perfect cover-up without knowing. Now if I killed an animal people had an entire violent ring to connect it to instead of me! I stayed quiet for a minute because I could tell heâd likely see through any phony sad sounds I made.
âOh wow, thatâs awful, do you think theyâll ever find out the people behind it?â
He sighed, running his hand through his wavy hair.
âI hope so, for now, all we can do is pray that no more animals get hurt.â
I couldn't contain my grin as he said that so sincerely like animals and people didn't die constantly and that taking down one group would somehow stop the issue.
âIs there some joke I donât get?â he furrowed his brow.
âUh, no, sorry I smile when nervous.â
His gaze softened again, and he didn't press further.
His bringing up the animal killings ended up being the exact push I needed to get my hands dirty. Iâd spent the entire day before planning so it was time to put that plan into action. I stole some cat treats that the cat man had laid out and spread them around my apartment which was on the bottom floor. Waiting for one of them to take the bate outside my window was pretty boring but one of them came after a few minutes. A scraggly brown and black cat with a tuft of fur missing on one side of his head. It's messed up but I felt like a little less of an asshole for taking him in since he looked like he was already struggling. I scooped him up and he didn't attempt to fight back.
âHey there buddyâ I waved, feeding him some more food. His eyes had a lot of crust on them, it was kinda gross but I donât have the right to say with how often I wash my jeans. After a minute or two he let me pet him. I knew making any kind of attachment was bad but I thought it was the right thing to do so heâd fall into a sense of security. I was just about to take him into my room when the door opened.
âHey, Iâm back with groceries!â my shithead cousin announced with two plastic bags in his hands. He looked down to see me with the cat, his eyebrows raising.
âAw come on, you know we canât afford a pet.â
He groaned placing the bags on a table and unloading them.
âI know, but he doesn't look like heâs got a lot of life in him I at least want to help him feel better before he kicks the bucket!â
Brick rolled his eyes, putting the cereal box on top of the fridge
âJeez, did you even think about what diseases he might have? His eyes look puffy what if he has something that can get you sick?â
He had valid concerns which was surprising since heâs usually stupid, but I was still annoyed with him.
âIâm sure heâs fine, Iâll even try to wash him, just please let me hold onto him for a little.â
He folded his arms looking down at us.
âHave you even named him?â
I froze for a second, before using the first thing that came to mind, which ended up being pretty awful knowing my plans.
âCash cow.â I blurted, awkwardly patting his head.
âHonestly thatâs better than what I was expecting. I was sure youâd pick âHellspawn Mcgeeâ or something else corny.â
He meant to make fun of me but honestly, I would have named him that if I had more time.
âUgh, anyway I got those dumb chips you like.â
He then pulled out a bag of the wrong chips.
âDude those are the wrong ones, this is the third time youâve mixed up the flavors.â
He threw them at me, scaring the cat slightly.
âWell, I pay for it so you shouldn't be so picky. Anyway, while I was in line I picked up something you might be into.â
He then tossed me a trashy teen magazine. One of my least favorite sorry excuses for an influencer on the cover.
âThis is a joke, right?â
I couldn't believe my own adopted brother gave such little shit in my interests.
âI don't know, you decided to start being a girl for real this time so I thought the makeup tips on page ten would help you out.â
I scrunched my face at his comment.
âDude Iâve been this way for years, just because I started wearing more makeup and dresses doesn't mean Iâm more of a girl than when I didn't. I know you wonât get the two-spirit thing but come on.â
He shrugged, seeing me done with me even though heâd just shown up.
âYeah well hey Iâm trying. Anyway, just so you know a friend of mine is coming here Friday.â
My heart stopped.
âWait why here? You live elsewhere why canât you assholes go there or their place!â
He slammed his fist on the table.
âWill you shut the fuck up!â
He screamed with a phrase Iâd grown numb to.
âI don't know, to be honest, something about wanting to move into this complex and this being a way to scout it out. Iâm just letting you know now so you donât act like a complete freak.â
âJokes on you Iâll piss in whatever shitty beer you bring just cause you said that!â
I yelled back raising my voice higher than his. He face-palmed before putting the plastic bags in the drawer under the sink.
âWhatever, you and your ketamine-addict-looking cat have fun,â he told me while seating himself on the couch. I picked up the cat and walked into the bathroom to clean it. I closed the door and placed him in the dry tub. Using a small disposable mouthwash cup I got a little bit of water. I hadn't had a pet before so I wasn't sure how to approach the task. I dipped my fingers in the water and carefully pet it while pouring s small bit down his back. Any other cat would fight back but he just made pissed-off noises without doing anything.
I scrapped my old shampoo bottle and kneaded it into his thin fur. His skin was bumpy and dry beneath the hair so scrubbing it was uncomfortable. I made sure to avoid getting soap in its eyes but I did pull away some of the crust on its lids. His pupils were so clouded I was surprised that he could see at all, making me feel even more sure that he would be on its way out with or without me.
After drying him I set him on a beat-up shirt I wore when modifying clothes. He sunk his claws into it a few times, playing with a loose string. I ignored him for the rest of the night, hopping into the shower and changing for bed. His meows woke me up a few times but I tuned it out after a while, reminding myself that he wouldnât be my cat for long.
The next day was Thursday and there wasn't a second that passed by where the weight of the murder Iâd have to commit didn't weigh on me. I seriously shot myself in the foot by taking care of that scruffy, pubic hair pile. I was supposed to be hyped about killing it, after all, Iâd dreamed and seen way worse than what I was going to do. Yet once I got home and started setting up I felt grosser with each step. I decided to record it in my bathroom instead of my bedroom so it would be harder to connect to me. I set down a few fabric scraps and a worn-out beach towel, placing it all inside a tub for easier cleanup later.
âOkay, I guess it's time,â I mumbled to myself. I brought the cat in and placed it down, setting up my camera once it was comfortable. I also wore my most generic clothes in addition to a mask, putting my hair in a bun for sanitation. When I saw the flicker of red showing that the camera was on I felt I was dreaming. I smiled, excited that Iâd get to live out my violent desires. Yet, when I looked down at its pathetic frame and confused expression those urges left me.
I rationalized what I was doing, reminding myself how many animals die all the time and that Iâd been forced into this, but it didn't help much in the end. I wonât get into it but under the pressure of impressing the group Cash Cow didn't go out as fast as I would have liked for a first task. Getting rid of the evidence was especially rough, the textures were pretty nasty, to put it mildly. It was surreal watching the blood go down the tub drain and gradually drip off my hands as I rinsed them. I couldn't conjure a single thought the entire time I cleaned it up.
Whether I was wringing out the clothes or putting the remains in plastic bags, it didn't matter. All I could focus on was the task at hand, with hints of disgust along the way. I ended up finishing at three AM. My hands were wrinkled and shook once I settled. I wonât deny that during the murder I didn't hate it. Slashing into something was fun and it made me feel strong. Still, it wasn't nearly as fulfilling as I expected it to be. Part of it was guilt, but it was mostly disappointment. Iâd built it up for years and it wasn't earth shatteringly good or bad.
Overall, I expected to feel more, but it just left me hollow with an uncomfortable itch. There was no way Iâd ever be able to see the tub the same way, hell I donât think Iâll ever use it again. Luckily I almost always shower anyway so it's not too big of a deal. I watched a few horror game videos, trashed everything, changed and went to bed.
My scalp hurt like a bitch the morning since I kept my hair in that stupid bun. Despite getting less sleep than the past two days I held myself together a bit better in the morning. I brushed my teeth, changed, and had some fried bread before getting on the bus. Regardless I looked like complete shit and struggled to slump into my seat.
âRough night?â Abdul asked
âUh, yeah.â I quietly responded looking to the floor.
He frowned, looking at me with concern.
âYou can talk about it if you're comfortable,â he assured me. I contemplated giving him a thinly veiled metaphor or vague explanation so he'd comfort me but stopped myself before my mouth could run a muck. He wouldn't be able to do much of anything and I donât like opening up.
âUhm, thanks but it's something I have to deal with alone.â
He nodded, respecting my boundaries.
âYou know, I understand if you canât hang out today it seems like you have a lot going on.â
I avoided eye contact with him as he spoke. For once I was feeling hints of guilt toward a person. I wanted to spend time with him, but I knew that I wasn't in the state to do that.
âYeah, I think itâll have to wait, Iâm-â I cut myself off before apologizing. A fact about me that should surprise no one is that I hate apologizing. Even when I do feel kinda bad the act fills me with embarrassment.
âYou what?â he asked, his eyes telling me that he knew what I was going to say.
âIâm emotionally not great.â I spat out in an admittedly poor attempt to get out of saying sorry. As always he remained calm but I could tell he saw through me.
âOkay, like I said I understand, whatever it is I hope you feel better.â
I told him thank you and we didn't speak for the rest of the day. At home I changed into more comfortable clothes and brushed my teeth. Unfortunately, I wasn't bouncing back from killing nearly as much as I expected.
âIt wasn't even that bad! That thing was on its last legs anyway.â I grumbled to myself, smacking my forehead. I was feeling worse than when I did it which is weird. I ended up spontaneously decorating a ratty tie from the bottom of an accessory drawer to distract myself. It helped me get my mind off things, for a little. I had zero plan, just wanting to make something needlessly complex. Hours that felt like minutes passed and soon it was covered in patches, frills, and beads. I just tried it on when I heard the front door open.
âMan, that shit was wild!â I heard Brick laugh groggily. I didn't have to see or smell him to know heâd gotten lit. I rolled my eyes, closing my bedroom door.
âHey, whoâs there?â his friend asked, seemingly referring to me.
âOh, thatâs my little sis, donât mind her sheâs just on her emo shit!â he joked, which pissed me off for the petty reason that I didn't even listen or dress emo.
âHey, thatâs alright with me, I went through one of those phases,â they responded, their words less slurred than my cousinâs.
I fucked up and forgot to lock it when I closed it so they were able to swing it open, almost smacking my desk.
âHey emo girl!â they waved as Brick haphazardly pulled them back.
âOkay, man, seriously I think she wants to be left alone.â
The way his friend looked at me made me uncomfortable. Like theyâd snap my neck if I pissed them off. They clicked their tongue while stepping through the door frame.
âAlright, but I gotta say calling her an emo is inaccurate, they look like they watch gore and most emos just say they do.â they flashed a sharp toothy grin. At that moment I began to connect the dots.
âEasy, sheâll get pissy with you dude, now come on.â Brick warned tugging their opened button pushed him away. They looked me dead in the eyes.
âI donât think she minds, in truth, I feel like weâll have a lot to discuss later.â they smiled again, finally walking back into the living room. A chill ran up my spine when I saw them. The sharp teeth, New York accent, unsettling gaze, that motherfucker was the person who recruited me! They were able to get into my place so easily cause my dumbass cousin probably gave them a spare key or the opportunity to make one, and now they were a room away from me!
I dug my hands into my pillow as I contemplated what to do, no matter what happened next, I knew it was gonna be a rough visit.
2024.05.19 09:23 kiwasabi LGBTQ+ The Plus Stands For Pedophile: The Illuminati is coming for your kids with Drag Queen/ Groomer Clown Story Hour, books in elementary school libraries which depict and normalize sex between children and adults. Transgenderism is pushed because Baphomet possesses both breasts and a male phallus
 | INTRODUCTION: submitted by kiwasabi to conservatives [link] [comments] To anyone with eyes that are able to see, it's very obvious that LGBTQ+ is a social engineering and mind control propaganda weapon being waged against all of humanity by the Illuminati. There are many reasons for this endless onslaught of pushing and overnormalizing everything that is gay, trans, and pedophilic. The Illuminati itself is comprised of around 13 bloodlines which are all hereditary incestuous and pedophilic families. So when you hear their puppets telling the joke "The Aristocrats" (LINK) which consists of so called comedians telling the most disgusting tale of an Aristocratic bloodline family having sex with each other and ending with "And they're called The Aristocrats", you'll know they're utilizing Revelation of the Method and putting it right out in the open as a "joke". The Illuminati utilizes Satanic Ritual Abuse and pedophilic incest in order to deliberately cause trauma to their progeny so that they can split their personalities and then program and control the new personality. This is called Project Monarch Trauma Based Mind Control. It was under Josef Mengele and the Nazis where this hereditary incest form of mind control was scientifically studied using the child prisoners of Auschwitz, most commonly with twin girls. After World War 2 and the fall of the Nazis, via Operation Paperclip, 1400 Nazi scientists and engineers were saved from the Nuremberg Trials via the Vatican Rat Line and were smuggled out of Germany into the United States, where they would go on to form the backbone of the Central Intelligence Agency and continue their Monarch Mind Control research. What's left out from the history books is that Josef Mengele "The Angel of Death" was also smuggled out of Nazi Germany and continued his horrific mind control research on twin girls for decades in the United States. What does this all have to do with LGBTQ+? Well, basically that joke "The Aristocrats" is the endgoal and endgame for all of Earth humanity. It's my theory that The Illuminati wants to normalize pedophilia to the point where a parent is required to encourage their children to engage in sexual relationships with grown adults. And if the parent pushes back on this abomination, The Illuminati wants to be able to take possession of the children via CPS Child Protective Services, "for their own safety" of course. BAPHOMET IS TRANSGENDER: One of the reasons in which the Illuminati is so obsessed with the unnatural concept of transgenderism is because their demon god Baphomet is generally depicted as possessing both female breasts and a male phallus. On public statues of Baphomet such as at Satanic Temples, he (or is that he/she?) is depicted without breasts due to public decency laws. Once you understand that The Illuminati worships a transgender demon god, then you'll understand why they want your children to be gay and trans. Oh yeah, and did you notice the American Medical Association symbol coming out of Baphomet's crotch? How did that get there? Now does it make sense why it has wings as well? https://preview.redd.it/jo74m4ybkp0d1.jpg?width=1200&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=d9d23860fada0f893545ec59cd2f9861811bbff9 https://preview.redd.it/oatdlf64ar0d1.png?width=332&format=png&auto=webp&s=8be61945a59d912098cb3452b64d315c8102cec1 Now does it make sense why Target was selling a LGBTQ Transgender children's sweater with the Baphomet symbol on it? (LINK) SATAN'S RAINBOW: https://preview.redd.it/g4btql1t9r0d1.jpg?width=552&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=6226bea836ac5ae09694acecf1217c57acb9b927 SEX IN LGBTQ SCHOOL LIBRARY BOOKS: When I was growing up, I do recall reading some books such as Catcher in the Rye which did contain some sexual themes and profanity. However, in recent years the sexualization of children has been thoroughly ramped up via LGBTQ propaganda in the form of sexually explicit school library books. Children are still trying to figure out who they really are as a person, and by indoctrinating them with gender confusion propaganda at such a young age we are ensuring they will be steered in the wrong direction. Which is of course exactly what The Powers That Be really want. By the way, when I was searching for examples of LGBTQ books with sexual content, I had to scroll through 3 pages of LGBTQ apologist articles decrying about all these "banned LGBTQ books". What's interesting is that all of these CIA Mockingbird Media propaganda articles always say the books are being banned for their LGBTQ content, not for their explicit sexual content (which doesn't necessarily have to be gay or trans in any way). For instance, ABC News"Report: LGBTQ content drove book banning efforts in 2023" (LINK) and NBC News "More than half of 2023's most challenged books have LGBTQ themes" (LINK). Note how they're obfuscating the sexually inappropriate content by calling it "LGBTQ themes" instead. Perhaps this is The Illuminati actually revealing the truth out in the open, that "LGBTQ content" actually means sexually inappropriate content which is directed at children? Let's call LGBTQ elementary school library books what they really are: the sexualization and grooming of children by predators and pedophiles. Sexualizing Schoolchildren: Classroom and Library Books (LINK) "Parent and Child Loudoun reviewed and listed hundreds of age-inappropriate, sexually confusing, explicit, objectionable, and profane books that were placed in schools in classrooms and libraries in their district. Here are just a few examples:
"The books in question are largely teen and young adult stories involving romance or sexual abuse, often with LGBTQ themes. Several were critically acclaimed. They include:
Target Sells Trans Clothing to Children Designed by Satanic Transgender (LINK) A clothing line as part of Target's LGBTQ children's products was designed by a Satanist female to male transgender named Erik Kallen, under the brand name Abprallen. There were only three products being marketed by the Abprallen brand, and none of them depicted the blatant Satanic imagery that was shared around the internet as part of a hoax with AI generated images (LINK). However, as I pointed out above, one of the sweatshirts in the collection does contain the Baphomet symbol. And it doesn't take much exploring of Abprallen's Instagram profile to find some unsettling content (LINK). Erik Kallen made a statement saying, "My work was likely pulled following false accusations of being a Satanist and marketing my work to children, both claims have been debunked numerous times but members of the religious right refuse to back down". https://preview.redd.it/7pdsq8r54q0d1.jpg?width=912&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=d46c8d192bc50043e378c7be2d18fd162d67746c Claims that you were a Satanist were thoroughly debunked, you say? Which "Guardian Angel" (Demon) is a transgender again? Oh yeah, Baphomet. And what were you doing at the Satanic Flea Market in London? Also, I thought you said "Satan Respects Pronouns"? https://preview.redd.it/ferg6lr75q0d1.jpg?width=912&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=5beef8365b280f2a9c251a2c396f1fcb0ad9df54 https://preview.redd.it/zpoyqsc96q0d1.jpg?width=728&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=67c22356d03ab50bea569d083afec37d10af5805 "I'm gay, trans, and a secret third thing..." Does anyone care to guess what is meant by that? "I support gay wrongs", "Gay supervillain", "Make More Gay Horror Movies". https://preview.redd.it/w9lkj8et6q0d1.jpg?width=912&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=749874db6545c8fc670af031a46259f0912e7703 Take "Poppers" to open your "Third Eye" (Hint: He doesn't mean your pineal gland....he means your butthole"). Illuminati confirmed. https://preview.redd.it/u3q7z0028q0d1.jpg?width=892&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=80dfd6b11268122d8c367867aa67782c8effeeea https://preview.redd.it/s047iqvm8q0d1.jpg?width=892&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=bbb51efe6a51b224d87aa937e5aac520dda684ee https://preview.redd.it/bx4ewlx49q0d1.jpg?width=716&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=6fcc28213453c8c6a88db6caec3663c1ef4fe003 https://preview.redd.it/r72gurpi9q0d1.jpg?width=892&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=611d83691ff3850796f873f2480f98f65ed50ed5 https://preview.redd.it/tmtv1dp0aq0d1.jpg?width=892&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=26615b9946de7722d59dca3be75a0145b9771956 As far as I'm concerned, all the claims about Erik Callen being a Satanist and marketing products to children have been thoroughly UNDEBUNKED just based on his products and post history on Instagram. This to me is clearly a case of classic bait and switch. Market some seemingly innocent "trans inclusive" clothing to children, get them hooked on the Abprallen brand while they're young, then "transition" them to the more seedy and shady product offerings. Based on the products and images shown above, can this really be considered a gender identity? Or is this more appropriately categorized as a mental illness and a cult? The embracing of confusion. The final culmination of the "Nothing is real" mind control psy op social engineering. Now literally GENDER ISN'T REAL. And "Men can get pregnant". "MEN CAN GET PREGNANT" As I previously posted, Arnold Schwarzenegger was replaced by an imposter in a mask wearing heavy facial prosthetics in 1990 (LINK). As part of the Illuminati's ongoing Ritual Mocking of the Victim / Humiliation Ritual against the name and image of Arnold Schwarzenegger, in 1994 the fake Arnold Schwarzenegger was placed into a travesty of a film called Junior (1994). As you can see from the film's poster, "Nothing is inconceivable". What a funny pun, right? They mean "conceive" as in conceiving and giving birth to a baby.... Except by a man. Ten years before that in 1984, Bob Saget was already joking about how, "men can breast feed", but at least he admitted he made it up (LINK). Once you understand that a core tenet of Satanism is to reverse the natural order, you'll understand why they want to normalize the completely unnatural idea that, "Men can get pregnant". This is a direct attack on women, men, children, and humanity as a whole. This is an attack on motherhood and gender roles. This is an attack on the family. This is a direct attack on your sanity. And as I've shown here, this has been planned for at least 40 years. The movie Junior from 1994 is a prime example of the Illuminati Revelation of the Method, where they put out their plans right in the open and as long as we laugh and don't consciously object to them, then it means we have subconsciously accepted them. Junior is also a prime example of why the Illuminati would be motivated to replace an actor with an imposter. Here we have a movie that the real Arnold Schwarzenegger absolutely never would have signed on to star in. But since the real Arnold was killed and replaced, he was unable to object to his name and likeness being used in this atrocity of a film. Thus, Arnold Schwarzenegger was used against his will to push an evil agenda of the Illuminati while simultaneously being ritually humiliated by giving birth to a child and essentially being turned into a woman on screen. Notice the screenshots where he has let his hair grow out and he's wearing a pink outfit (dress?) with glasses and pearl necklaces. Does anyone really believe that Arnold Schwarzenegger would have ever stooped this low at the peak of his career? https://preview.redd.it/dchs07c2eq0d1.jpg?width=1425&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ab849bbd8ad73659cbf353d4788914e1527edfe5 https://preview.redd.it/ex6c2k1geq0d1.jpg?width=1050&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=84731bec091800df7b9ab70ddc7d313d808bc70e https://preview.redd.it/opfk3j3ziq0d1.jpg?width=1280&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=1b3266508272a8c7ce0e099902b6cc8715346017 MINOR ATTRACTED PERSON / PEDOPHILE FLAG: On June 13th 2018, a user on Tumblr created a flag for the NOMAP (Non Offending Minor Attracted Person) community. (LINK) Around June 12th 2018, an artist named Daniel Quasar updated the LGBTQ to add the colors light blue, light pink, and white to represent the Transgender Pride Flag colors. (LINK) These added stripes to the LGBTQ flag do not represent transgenderism. They represent pedophilia. Light blue represents attraction to young boys. Light pink represents attraction to young girls. The white stripe represents attraction to virginity. Coincidence theorists will have a field day on this one. https://preview.redd.it/3vih368tmq0d1.jpg?width=1019&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=e09e7fc60a833a24de638d527b061a4ce7e64570 https://preview.redd.it/zvbv2pkvmq0d1.png?width=399&format=png&auto=webp&s=43f924c9dbe068ad232f45b1b0a861ce01872a36 "WE'RE COMING FOR YOUR CHILDREN": I've really liked this idea of no longer referring to them as "Drag Queens", but instead as "Groomer Clowns", since that's what they really are. Also, these people do not reproduce, which is why they are forced to recruit instead. Drag Queens at a march in New York were recorded as chanting "We're here, we're queer, we're coming for your children". In Florida, a Gay Pride parade was cancelled after it was made illegal to perform adult lewd performances in front of children. If they aren't coming for the children, then why the need to cancel the Gay Pride parade when the Groomer Clowns couldn't perform in front of children? Finally, the third link is about a homosexual couple who raped, filmed, and sex trafficked their two young adopted sons to other pedophiles. https://preview.redd.it/fcn48gosqq0d1.jpg?width=597&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=29e1a9f8d97d52a858e7e3ed8f95db3368f4d72d https://preview.redd.it/vr4rav30rq0d1.jpg?width=700&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=e80d4063e16b7ae24c537b238630364b48ab0741 Video of Drag Marchers Chanting 'We're Coming For Your Children' Goes Viral (LINK) ***"***A video showing people chanting "we're coming for your children" has gone viral, sparking outrage on social media. New York City kicked off the last weekend of Pride Month with its annual Drag March on Friday". (LINK) Hundreds of drag performers marched through Manhattan's East Village in elaborate costumes on their way to the iconic Stonewall Inn. Video showing some of the march's participants chanting, "we're here, we're queer, we're coming for your children" Gay pride parade canceled in southeast Florida after anti-drag show law passes (LINK) "Officials in a southeast Florida city have canceled a gay pride parade and restricted other pride events to people 21 years and older in anticipation of Gov. Ron D. signing a bill meant to keep children out of drag shows. The Florida House sent Ron D. a bill Wednesday that bans children from adult performances, a proposal aimed at the governorâs opposition to drag shows. The legislation, which awaits the governor's signature, would allow the state to revoke the food and beverage licenses of businesses that admit children to adult performances. The Ron D. administration has moved to pull the liquor license of a Miami hotel that hosted a Christmas drag show, alleging children were present during "lewd" displays." Gay couple charged with molesting their adopted sons also pimped them out to pedophile ring, report claims (LINK) "A gay couple from Georgia charged with molesting their two adopted sons and using them to record child porn also allegedly pimped them out to members of a local pedophile ring, according to a disturbing new report. A months-long investigation by Townhall revealed that William Dale Zulock, 33, and Zachary Jacoby Zulock, 35, allegedly used social media to prostitute their two elementary-aged sons. William Zulock, a government worker, and Zachary Zulock, a banker, were indicted in August 2022 on charges of incest, aggravated sodomy, aggravated child molestation, felony sexual exploitation of children and felony prostitution of a minor. But the shocking investigation reveals in more detail the sickening abuse the boys suffered. For the first time, it was revealed that the men allegedly pimped out their older sons, now 11 and 9 years old, to two other men in a pedophile ring. One of the men, Hunter Clay Lawless, 27, told investigators that Zachary â whose Instagram bio describes him as âPapa to our two wonderful boysâ and an âactivistâ â invited him âmultiple timesâ to take part in sexually abusing the boys, Townhall reported." HOMOSEXUALITY AND PEDOPHILIA: Homosexuality and Child Sexual Abuse (LINK) ***"***Homosexuals are overrepresented in child sex offenses: Individuals from the 1 to 3 percent of the population that is sexually attracted to the same sex are committing up to one-third of the sex crimes against children. Homosexual Pedophiles are Vastly Overrepresented in Child Sex Abuse Cases Homosexual pedophiles sexually molest children at a far greater rate compared to the percentage of homosexuals in the general population. A study in the Journal of Sex Research found, as we have noted above, that âapproximately one-third of [child sex offenders] had victimized boys and two-thirds had victimized girls.â The authors then make a prescient observation: âInterestingly, this ratio differs substantially from the ratio of gynephiles (men who erotically prefer physically mature females) to androphiles (men who erotically prefer physically mature males), which is at least 20 to 1.â[17] In other words, although heterosexuals outnumber homosexuals by a ratio of at least 20 to 1, homosexual pedophiles commit about one-third of the total number of child sex offenses. Similarly, the Archives of Sexual Behavior also noted that homosexual pedophiles are significantly overrepresented in child sex offence cases: The best epidemiological evidence indicates that only 2 to 4 percent of men attracted to adults prefer men (ACSF Investigators, 1992; Billy et al.,1993; Fay et al.,1989; Johnson et al.,1992); in contrast, around 25 to 40 percent of men attracted to children prefer boys (Blanchard et al.,1999; Gebhard et al.,1965; Mohr et al.,1964). Thus, the rate of homosexual attraction is 6 to 20 times higher among pedophiles.â PEDOPHILIA AND PARASITES: Parasite Pill 2.0 https://archive.org/details/parasite-pill-2.0 For those who really want to do some serious research, there's an 181 page document titled Parasite Pill (version) 2.0 which goes in depth about a theory that pedophilia may be linked to a mind controlled parasite such as toxoplasmosis. And that the parasite basically has a better chance of survival when infected into a younger victim with a still developing immune system. Plus the parasite breeds within the intestines. So it's theorized that this is why sodomy with children may be preferred by the parasite for reproduction. Also it's speculated that essentially the parasitic elites are LITERALLY PARASITES, as they are being mind controlled by brain parasites and this is why they all engage in sodomy with one another. The initiation ritual of being sodomized by all the upper ranking Illuminati members may also serve the purpose of ensuring that the cult's respective parasites are all passed on effectively to new recruits. Oh yeah, and the real reason they don't want anyone taking Ivermectin is because it destroys the parasites which are our secret masters. https://preview.redd.it/3g7a1jrbwq0d1.png?width=653&format=png&auto=webp&s=ce403537c123741bbd259b0a4be215695e7966cb CISGENDER? SIS, YOU'RE SIC(K) AND A SISSY: Elon Muskâs X now treats the term âcisgenderâ as a slur on the platform (LINK) On June 20 2023, Elon Musk tweeted out that the term "cisgender" would now be treated as a slur on Twitter / X. On May 15th 2024, this promise was made into a reality. Attempting to post with the word "cis" or "cisgender" results in the user being given a warning and the option to delete the tweet. This event today was what got me to finally sit down and pump out this post which has been sitting in my brain simmering for years. This also made me think about the real meaning of the term "Cis" which basically means "Normal" or "Same Gender As Assigned At Birth". "Cis" is pronounced the same as "Sis" (Sister), and can be expanded to "Cissy" / "Sissy" (Wimp). Also, "Cis" backwards is "Sic" or "Sick". So basically when you're called "Cis" gender, you're being called a woman, a wimp, and sick, all because you chose to remain a heterosexual during this assault on what it means to be a human. "Cis" is a CIA Tavistock style social engineering term which is meant to discourage you from being straight, and it's trying to bully you into the LGBTQ lifestyle (or is that "death style" since they don't reproduce?). "Cis" is an abnormal and weaponized term which was created to make what's natural seem unnatural, and to make what's normal sound abnormal. I would argue terms "gender normative" and "breeders" are also similar weaponized social engineering terms meant to covertly psychologically wage warfare against heterosexuality. GET THEM WHILE THEY'RE YOUNG: A recent study of 139 dysphoric male children who were monitored from age 7 up until age 20 showed that 87.8 percent of the boys grew out of this phase and reverted back to identifying as their birth gender by the time they were adults. And in other related news, a couple in Montana have claimed that the Montana CFS (Child and Family Services) have taken custody of their 14 year old daughter for refusing her gender affirming care. So now does it make sense why The Illuminati has to "get them while they're young"? Does it make sense why The Illuminati is pumping out so much gender confusion and LGBTQ propaganda into the brains of young and impressionable minds? It's because they are DELIBERATELY confusing children about their gender, and while they're still young and impressionable, they seek to prey on their confusion by pushing them to "change their gender" AKA mutilate their genitals, which is an irreversible procedure. Also, the powers that be are setting the precedent that parents who are not being "inclusive" and "open minded" by letting their children mutilate their genitals, that the state can then physically repossess your child from you, by saying it's CHILD ABUSE that you won't let them MUTILATE THEIR GENITALS. The Luciferians seek to reverse all that is natural, and they want us all to be like their demon god Baphomet. They are coming for your kids, and you'd better push back. Vast Majority of Gender Dysphoric Boys Desist, Long-Term Study Finds (LINK) *"*A long-term follow-up of male children with gender dysphoria has found that most study participants desisted over time and accepted themselves as boys. The groundbreaking study used the largest sample to date of boys referred to clinics for gender dysphoria. âA Follow-Up Study of Boys With Gender Identity Disorderâ was published in the peer-viewed journal Frontiers in Psychology, and the research protocol was reviewed and approved by Clarke Institute of Psychiatry (now the Centre for Addiction and Mental Health) and the University of Toronto. Study participants were 139 male children assessed in the Gender Identity Service, Child, Youth, and Family Program at the Centre for Addiction and Mental Health (CAMH) in Toronto between 1975 and 2009. 63.3% of the boys met DSM-III, III-R, or IV criteria for gender identity disorder (GID), while the rest of the 36.7% were subthreshold for a DSM diagnosis. Researchers first assessed the children at approximately age 7, following up with participants when they reached adolescence and again in early adulthood. At follow-up, researchers classified participants as persisters (which the study defines as âboys who continued to have gender dysphoriaâ) or desisters (boys who did not continue to have gender dysphoria), and deduced their sexual orientation based on fantasy and behavior. Researchers found that 17 (12.2%) of the participants persisted in their gender dysphoria, and the remaining 122 (87.8%) desisted." Montana parents say they lost custody of daughter after opposing 14-year-oldâs gender transition: report (LINK) "Montana family claims they lost custody of their 14-year-old child after opposing her interest in changing genders â and while the governorâs office defended the move, it stressed to The Post that the state does not remove minors to provide gender transition services. The stateâs Child and Family Services (CFS) reportedly took custody of the teen from her father, Todd Kolstad, and stepmother, Krista, this month, leading the parents to speak out about how the action has âdestroyedâ their family and âtrampledâ their rights. They showed up at our home to serve us with papers to take Jennifer out of our care,â Kolstad alleged. âThey told me the reason was that we were âunable or refusing to provide medical care.â Thatâs just not true.â Jennifer returned in September to a Montana youth facility, where she remains. Earlier this month, a court put the teen in the custody of CFS, Reduxx reported. âWe were told that letting Jennifer transition and live as a boy was in her âtherapeutic best interestâ and because we arenât willing to follow that recommendation, the court gave CFS custody of Jennifer for six months,â Kolstad told the outlet." AUTISM, TRANSGENDERISM AND TRANSHUMANISM: Transgender and nonbinary people are up to six times more likely to have autism (LINK) This article title really says it all. There's a clear link between autism and transgenderism. So now does it make sense why autism is deliberately created via aluminum in the vaccines and in deodorant, chemtrails, etc? Autism also makes a person more compatible with Artificial Intelligence according to a book called The Autism Epidemic: Transhumanism's Dirty Little Secret (LINK). Supposedly the type of brainwaves produced by an autistic brain are more similar to how Artificial Intelligence processes data than a normal brain. Basically the endgoal of the entire Illuminati LGBTQ and transgender agenda is transhumanism, which is the merging of humans with technology. Part of that agenda ties into transgenderism since if they can get you to mutilate your genitals and get you to change your whole gender identity, then getting you to put a neural chip implant in your head isn't much further to go. The endgoal of the New World Order is to turn you into a gay genderless cyborg who is completely mind controlled by brain microchips. This is why when you choose to support the woke agendas and official narratives, that you're literally choosing The Matrix, because merging us with machines, mind controlling us and creating a completely false reality in our heads is exactly where the woke rabbit hole leads. CONCLUSION: "We're here, we're queer, get used to it". We did get used to it. And then we let you legalize Gay Marriage, but still you wouldn't stop pushing us. So how far does the Satanic LGBTQ agenda have to push us before they will leave us alone? Well, they aren't planning on leaving us alone. LGBTQ is a major component of the New World Order. The end goal of LGBTQ is to openly normalize pedophilia, incest, bestiality, and all other sexual perversions since this is what "The Aristocrats" (The Illuminati families) actually take part in themselves. And they bully us into compliance by using terms like "Inclusive" and "Tolerance", which are weaponized social engineering terms that are used to beat us into submission of their depraved agendas. You're no longer straight or heterosexual, you're now "Cis" (Sis/Sick/Sissy), "Gender Normative" and a "Breeder". The Illuminati has made it a thoughtcrime for any person to remain straight and normal in this times of great deceit. Is it any wonder then that nearly 30 percent of all Generation Z adults now identify as LGBTQ? (LINK) This post is the culmination of my years of research on multiple topics which all tie into pedophilia, LGBTQ, transgenderism, autism, transhumanism, and the New World Order. I hereby pass onto you all the knowledge I currently possess about this agenda, and I hope that you will consider it from a logical perspective and utilize it appropriately. By the way, I do not have a problem with gay or transgender people whatsoever so long as they would just please leave the children alone. They're just children and they're young and easily impressionable by LGBTQ gender confusion propaganda. Let them be kids, and if they still want gender affirming care when they're 18, then they are legally adults and are able to make that decision themselves. Stop encouraging children to make irreversible permanent alterations to their body just to serve an agenda of "inclusiveness" and "tolerance". Also, this goes without saying, and it goes to all people not just LGBTQ: stop sexually abusing children. This is the most unnatural sexual depravity you can possibly take part in. You're destroying innocence and you're destroying lives. And you're just continuing the cycle of abuse, since it does appear that many pedophiles were also sexually abused when they were children (Jeffrey Epstein got really uncomfortable and refused to answer when he was asked about his own sexual abuse as a child). Finally, I will again reiterate that there's no problem with being gay, lesbian, bisexual, non binary, transgender, etc. However, the specific group called LGBTQ is an extremist organization of The Illuminati which is pushing Satanic agendas as part of the New World Order. I recommend that no matter how you identify yourself, that you are able to identify a predatory social engineering mind control agenda for what it is. |
2024.05.19 09:23 RandomAppalachian468 The return of the tree painter, big life changes, and story update!
Hey everyone! Random Appalachian here. I just wanted to check back in with you all and provide some updates, as well as some exciting, if personal, news. I have to type this quick, as my work break ends soon, so pardon any typos, grammatical errors, or weirdly structured sentences.
For those of you who donât know, Iâm a park ranger in real life, and work at a wildlife reserve in Ohio. Weâve been having some issues with vandalism in our northern woods for a few months, and despite our best attempts, havenât been able to find the culprit. Itâs been immensely frustrating, especially when more paint has shown up on more trails, ranging from slashes, lines, and crosses, to dots and even letters. Normally we wouldnât get too bent out of shape over a few trees being painted, but itâs well over 60 at this point, and widespread throughout the forest. None of the official people who help us maintain the trails in that area say they are responsible, and yet many of the markings seem to be blazes for trails. However the markings are at times absurdly close together, or in abstract places that make no logical sense. One âtrailâ is no more than perhaps 30 yards long and runs right along a massive clearing in a semi-circle, within plain sight of the clearing, and goes to nowhere; it goes into the woods, and pops back out into the clearing only 30-ish yards away. Most of our established trails that have been painted already have well-made trail markings of our own, and the trails are well-blazed. There seems to be no rhyme or reason to why these things are there at all. I donât think itâs anything sinister, though the painter has left his/her paint cans in the woods before, so at the very least, theyâre a litterbug. There is the concern about potential poaching, which can be a problem in our area. Sure, deer and turkey are commonplace in my rural community, but they are only that way because of conservation and game laws that keep populations intact. Local hunters play a big part in conservation, and if someone starts taking more than their fair share through poaching, that means less for everyone else, and upsets the balance of things. The sad thing is, unlike legal hunters who often hunt for meat for their families, (food is expensive nowadays) poachers usually do it for trophies, antlers, or âfansâ from the turkey tail-feathers. But our painter has yet to take any game to our knowledge. Weâve found no gut piles, blood, or discarded gear anywhere. So, if heâs not poaching . . . what on earth does he want?
Then a few weeks ago, we did find a camera inside our central perimeter.
To put this into perspective, we have roughly 10,000 acres to our little reserve. Only 1/3 is fenced in, containing our exotic animals for our tours, and our buildings that we use to operate. Offices, mechanical garages, barns, and storage sheds, that sort of thing. Usually if we have trespassing issues, it's in the northern woods, which is open to the public for walking/biking trails. Sometimes in the southern prairie reserve we get some wanderers, but it's pretty open, so people tend to shy away from it. But our interior, the central area, most of which is fenced in, is sacred ground for us. We have a childrenâs camp in there for kids to learn about nature, we have our animal barns, and even some staff housing. For people to walk around in there would be like a stranger walking through your bedroom at night, while youâre in the shower.
Not cool. Not cool at all.
One of our ecology survey teams found the camera in a lesser-used section a mile or so north of the childrenâs camp. Naturally, they assumed it was one of ours, until one of the staff innocently asked another ranger why weâd put a camera by that lake. When the ranger told her that we didnât have any cameras there, it began to sink in.
We either have two trespassers, or the painter has decided to move his game further into our land.
Iâm hoping itâs the former, that Iâm overthinking things, but after all, the mystery painter had to have seen a few of the trail cameras we put up in the north to catch him. Could he be doing this as a form of tit-for-tat? I donât know, but itâs got us rangers frustrated, and our ecology team is spooked. It was fun and games in the unpopulated north, but now heâs getting close to our people, our guests, and our animals. This is serious now. We removed the camera, but thereâs not really much we can do without more patrols, more cameras, and more rangers. With our budget already restricted, the last part just isnât possible.
My foray into trail cameras yielded no results as to a culprit. In fact, the day I came in early to pull them out of the field, it seemed nothing went right. Only two came off the tree, as I forgot the keys for the locks for the other two. I couldnât find the last one at first, and darkness fell before I could locate it, so that I was wandering around in the northern district in the blackness searching for it. Inadvertently this helped me find the camera in the end; I saw the red light flash as it took my picture and was able to retrieve the SD card. It was in my long return trek to the patrol truck that I discovered the marks on a remote trail I hadnât walked yet. A capital O and a capital N were scrawled in various places, with dots over the letters. I took German in university, so I know they arenât grammatical marks from that language, known as umlauts (pronounced as âoomloutâ for my fellow English speakers; for all my German speakers, if I spelled that wrong, I apologize). Iâd left my phone in the truck (stupid rookie move for a seasoned ranger, I know) so I couldnât take any photos, and didnât want to follow the trail too far in the pitch dark. I had a flashlight with spare batteries, as well as my gun (Iâm not a complete moron after all) but I didnât have time to do much exploring, since I had other duties in the park that were waiting on me. I had some VIPâs that were coming in late, and had to be escorted, which meant I had to clamber back to my truck, swatting at mosquitos the whole way. Nothing on the cameras showed any definitive proof, though we might have a lead on a guy with a bow case on his back. Could be nothing though; itâs not illegal to wear camo or carry things, and it could very well have been a camera case, a backpack, or an empty bow case.
In any event, we rangers are working on a strategy for changing up our patrol routes and putting more cameras in the field, as well as checking in on the childrenâs camp frequently throughout the night. So far, this mystery person hasnât actually hurt anything that we know of, but even if this is just local kids having a prank, itâs not funny anymore.
Anyway, on to the other news. For the aforementioned reasons, as well as others, Iâve been super swamped this past month, and so writing on the third book in the Barron County trilogy has been slow. I wanted to release it at the beginning of June, but at this rate, Iâm going to have to push that back to late June, possibly early July. I hate to think Iâve disappointed you all, but itâs just not ready yet. That, and Iâve been busy with something else . . . something big.
Iâm getting married next week.
Itâs been a long time coming, but my fiancĂ© and I are super excited. Weâve known each other since kindergarten and have been best friends since forever. Weâve both been running like chickens with our heads cut off to get everything ready, and naturally, weâre both exhausted/somewhat nervous. Our honeymoon will require some flying, and since my fiancĂ© has never been on a plane before, thatâs a point of nervousness for her. Iâm sure sheâll be fine once weâre in the air, but until then, sheâs a bundle of nerves.
All that is to say, I am working on the story, itâs just taking a bit. I cannot wait to get back into the swing of things for all of you and thank you again for your supreme patience in this. You guys and gals are great, and entertaining you all is a massive privilege. Stay tuned for the third installment of the Barron County trilogy, and the epic conclusion of Hannah Brunâs journey into the unknown! Until next time.
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For those of you who donât know, Iâm a park ranger in real life, and work at a wildlife reserve in Ohio. Weâve been having some issues with vandalism in our northern woods for a few months, and despite our best attempts, havenât been able to find the culprit. Itâs been immensely frustrating, especially when more paint has shown up on more trails, ranging from slashes, lines, and crosses, to dots and even letters. Normally we wouldnât get too bent out of shape over a few trees being painted, but itâs well over 60 at this point, and widespread throughout the forest. None of the official people who help us maintain the trails in that area say they are responsible, and yet many of the markings seem to be blazes for trails. However the markings are at times absurdly close together, or in abstract places that make no logical sense. One âtrailâ is no more than perhaps 30 yards long and runs right along a massive clearing in a semi-circle, within plain sight of the clearing, and goes to nowhere; it goes into the woods, and pops back out into the clearing only 30-ish yards away. Most of our established trails that have been painted already have well-made trail markings of our own, and the trails are well-blazed. There seems to be no rhyme or reason to why these things are there at all. I donât think itâs anything sinister, though the painter has left his/her paint cans in the woods before, so at the very least, theyâre a litterbug. There is the concern about potential poaching, which can be a problem in our area. Sure, deer and turkey are commonplace in my rural community, but they are only that way because of conservation and game laws that keep populations intact. Local hunters play a big part in conservation, and if someone starts taking more than their fair share through poaching, that means less for everyone else, and upsets the balance of things. The sad thing is, unlike legal hunters who often hunt for meat for their families, (food is expensive nowadays) poachers usually do it for trophies, antlers, or âfansâ from the turkey tail-feathers. But our painter has yet to take any game to our knowledge. Weâve found no gut piles, blood, or discarded gear anywhere. So, if heâs not poaching . . . what on earth does he want?
Then a few weeks ago, we did find a camera inside our central perimeter.
To put this into perspective, we have roughly 10,000 acres to our little reserve. Only 1/3 is fenced in, containing our exotic animals for our tours, and our buildings that we use to operate. Offices, mechanical garages, barns, and storage sheds, that sort of thing. Usually if we have trespassing issues, it's in the northern woods, which is open to the public for walking/biking trails. Sometimes in the southern prairie reserve we get some wanderers, but it's pretty open, so people tend to shy away from it. But our interior, the central area, most of which is fenced in, is sacred ground for us. We have a childrenâs camp in there for kids to learn about nature, we have our animal barns, and even some staff housing. For people to walk around in there would be like a stranger walking through your bedroom at night, while youâre in the shower.
Not cool. Not cool at all.
One of our ecology survey teams found the camera in a lesser-used section a mile or so north of the childrenâs camp. Naturally, they assumed it was one of ours, until one of the staff innocently asked another ranger why weâd put a camera by that lake. When the ranger told her that we didnât have any cameras there, it began to sink in.
We either have two trespassers, or the painter has decided to move his game further into our land.
Iâm hoping itâs the former, that Iâm overthinking things, but after all, the mystery painter had to have seen a few of the trail cameras we put up in the north to catch him. Could he be doing this as a form of tit-for-tat? I donât know, but itâs got us rangers frustrated, and our ecology team is spooked. It was fun and games in the unpopulated north, but now heâs getting close to our people, our guests, and our animals. This is serious now. We removed the camera, but thereâs not really much we can do without more patrols, more cameras, and more rangers. With our budget already restricted, the last part just isnât possible.
My foray into trail cameras yielded no results as to a culprit. In fact, the day I came in early to pull them out of the field, it seemed nothing went right. Only two came off the tree, as I forgot the keys for the locks for the other two. I couldnât find the last one at first, and darkness fell before I could locate it, so that I was wandering around in the northern district in the blackness searching for it. Inadvertently this helped me find the camera in the end; I saw the red light flash as it took my picture and was able to retrieve the SD card. It was in my long return trek to the patrol truck that I discovered the marks on a remote trail I hadnât walked yet. A capital O and a capital N were scrawled in various places, with dots over the letters. I took German in university, so I know they arenât grammatical marks from that language, known as umlauts (pronounced as âoomloutâ for my fellow English speakers; for all my German speakers, if I spelled that wrong, I apologize). Iâd left my phone in the truck (stupid rookie move for a seasoned ranger, I know) so I couldnât take any photos, and didnât want to follow the trail too far in the pitch dark. I had a flashlight with spare batteries, as well as my gun (Iâm not a complete moron after all) but I didnât have time to do much exploring, since I had other duties in the park that were waiting on me. I had some VIPâs that were coming in late, and had to be escorted, which meant I had to clamber back to my truck, swatting at mosquitos the whole way. Nothing on the cameras showed any definitive proof, though we might have a lead on a guy with a bow case on his back. Could be nothing though; itâs not illegal to wear camo or carry things, and it could very well have been a camera case, a backpack, or an empty bow case.
In any event, we rangers are working on a strategy for changing up our patrol routes and putting more cameras in the field, as well as checking in on the childrenâs camp frequently throughout the night. So far, this mystery person hasnât actually hurt anything that we know of, but even if this is just local kids having a prank, itâs not funny anymore.
Anyway, on to the other news. For the aforementioned reasons, as well as others, Iâve been super swamped this past month, and so writing on the third book in the Barron County trilogy has been slow. I wanted to release it at the beginning of June, but at this rate, Iâm going to have to push that back to late June, possibly early July. I hate to think Iâve disappointed you all, but itâs just not ready yet. That, and Iâve been busy with something else . . . something big.
Iâm getting married next week.
Itâs been a long time coming, but my fiancĂ© and I are super excited. Weâve known each other since kindergarten and have been best friends since forever. Weâve both been running like chickens with our heads cut off to get everything ready, and naturally, weâre both exhausted/somewhat nervous. Our honeymoon will require some flying, and since my fiancĂ© has never been on a plane before, thatâs a point of nervousness for her. Iâm sure sheâll be fine once weâre in the air, but until then, sheâs a bundle of nerves.
All that is to say, I am working on the story, itâs just taking a bit. I cannot wait to get back into the swing of things for all of you and thank you again for your supreme patience in this. You guys and gals are great, and entertaining you all is a massive privilege. Stay tuned for the third installment of the Barron County trilogy, and the epic conclusion of Hannah Brunâs journey into the unknown! Until next time.
2024.05.19 09:20 BeachFinancial824 TIL yogurt, pasta, and curry were invented in the 70s
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2024.05.19 09:20 throwaway_helpp123 How do you deal with a parent who acts like a martyr?
Hey guys. My mom has always been really unwell mentally but It's getting to a point where I feel like I need to start making a plan for her.
I grew up with drug-addicted parents but my mom was the one who stuck it out and stayed with me. She no longer does drugs ( She was mostly just drugged by my dad, But occasionally she did meth herself so she could stay up later and work longer hours) but shes a hoarder. It's weird to say but she "hoarded me" too. She didn't tell any of my family members that we didn't have hot water or access to heating or food for years. CPS came to my house and my aunt took me in when she found out when i turned 14. She gets very angry when I bring it up, even just the hoarding or advice about curbing her spending. She always has. My mom has been evicted at least 4 times, I lost count. She never showered regularly or brushed her teeth regularly or took care of herself regularly at all. It's gotten to the point where her health is so bad that she can no longer hold in her urine very well. She now constantly smells like urine, and leaks urine in her daipers everywhere she sits.
The worst part is that she's a nurse. She takes people's blood on a regular basis. She is completely functional at her job. But when it comes to being around me in person, she almost sounds psychotic. She points out parts of my body that she thinks are cute and funny because they've "developed" so i look "grown". Im 29 years old. She keeps trying to sleep in my bed whenever I visit because she wants to cuddle with me. I'm having to explain with her that i have boundaries that are healthy but she just doesn't understand and she doesn't really care. She just sits and watches TV and pees on herself.
I moved across the country and have lived across the country for about 2 years. She often sounds intelligent over the phone, but when I visit she acts like a sad little puppy. Her car is filled completely to the brim with her hoard. Even walking up the stairs makes her so tired that she makes a big deal out of it. She wants pity really badly from me and whenever I visit I have to pay for everything. She gives me a lot of bullshit reasons why she doesn't have money, but she works more than 40 hours a week. Her rent is only $400 because she lives in a spare room that her friend has. I tell her this doesn't add up and she just gets angry with me and starts talking about how she keeps pissing herself and passing out at her job from period blood loss because her health is deteriorating. The doctor's really struggle to diagnose her because she didn't have a papsmear in over 30 years. (Which I don't believe but they have no idea how to prove it or disprove it)
The thing is my mom is mentally unwell but she does a lot of this to herself, And she acts like she has no idea so I have no idea if she's playing a martyr or if she's actually unwell. My boyfriend says that I have to just let her be her, she acts so sad and pathetic around me, it guilt trips me so badly. And it sucks because my mom is so friendly to everyone so people love her. She even tells me things like " Your number one you can do anything! You're such an amazing person you're better than anyone else in the world!!" At first I used to love the attention but I realized later I think her entire interactions with me are starting to verge on love bombing. And when I'm physically around her she sees me as a source of pity and attention. But she's also peeing on herself now and her health is deteriorating so bad that she can barely climb stairs or walk far distances. Shes only 58. Yet she drinks multiple bottles of Mountain Dew daily. Her mother was severely depressed, wasted away on the couch for years, and died from an anurism at 62.
When do you step in? This is going to sound incredibly harsh but... do your parents have to earn that help? My mom has been mentally ill my entire life so I have no idea what she's supposed to act like. I've never had a normal parent, I don't know where to start I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I already told myself that I would never take care of my father but I have no idea what to do with my mother. She's convinced all my family members to pity her but they would never lend her money. She's just acts so pathetic that people feel sorry for her and I don't really know what to do because she's way stronger and better than that. Every time I tried to talk to her about her retirement she just brings up my dad and how he ruined her life, It's almost like she just doesn't want to move forward and only wants to lean on me. She hypnotized by the television too, Even as a child I noticed that my mom would miss appointments and completely destroy vacations ( There rare ones that we were able to have) by getting stuck just watching tv.
Please help me figure out what I am supposed to do with her. I have to remind her to change her diaper so she doesn't smell like piss when I visit. When I visit her it feels like I'm dealing with a toddler... Do you think her brain is deteriorating? How the hell is she still able to do her job?? This doesn't add up and I feel gas lit I don't know how to feel I don't know what to do....
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I grew up with drug-addicted parents but my mom was the one who stuck it out and stayed with me. She no longer does drugs ( She was mostly just drugged by my dad, But occasionally she did meth herself so she could stay up later and work longer hours) but shes a hoarder. It's weird to say but she "hoarded me" too. She didn't tell any of my family members that we didn't have hot water or access to heating or food for years. CPS came to my house and my aunt took me in when she found out when i turned 14. She gets very angry when I bring it up, even just the hoarding or advice about curbing her spending. She always has. My mom has been evicted at least 4 times, I lost count. She never showered regularly or brushed her teeth regularly or took care of herself regularly at all. It's gotten to the point where her health is so bad that she can no longer hold in her urine very well. She now constantly smells like urine, and leaks urine in her daipers everywhere she sits.
The worst part is that she's a nurse. She takes people's blood on a regular basis. She is completely functional at her job. But when it comes to being around me in person, she almost sounds psychotic. She points out parts of my body that she thinks are cute and funny because they've "developed" so i look "grown". Im 29 years old. She keeps trying to sleep in my bed whenever I visit because she wants to cuddle with me. I'm having to explain with her that i have boundaries that are healthy but she just doesn't understand and she doesn't really care. She just sits and watches TV and pees on herself.
I moved across the country and have lived across the country for about 2 years. She often sounds intelligent over the phone, but when I visit she acts like a sad little puppy. Her car is filled completely to the brim with her hoard. Even walking up the stairs makes her so tired that she makes a big deal out of it. She wants pity really badly from me and whenever I visit I have to pay for everything. She gives me a lot of bullshit reasons why she doesn't have money, but she works more than 40 hours a week. Her rent is only $400 because she lives in a spare room that her friend has. I tell her this doesn't add up and she just gets angry with me and starts talking about how she keeps pissing herself and passing out at her job from period blood loss because her health is deteriorating. The doctor's really struggle to diagnose her because she didn't have a papsmear in over 30 years. (Which I don't believe but they have no idea how to prove it or disprove it)
The thing is my mom is mentally unwell but she does a lot of this to herself, And she acts like she has no idea so I have no idea if she's playing a martyr or if she's actually unwell. My boyfriend says that I have to just let her be her, she acts so sad and pathetic around me, it guilt trips me so badly. And it sucks because my mom is so friendly to everyone so people love her. She even tells me things like " Your number one you can do anything! You're such an amazing person you're better than anyone else in the world!!" At first I used to love the attention but I realized later I think her entire interactions with me are starting to verge on love bombing. And when I'm physically around her she sees me as a source of pity and attention. But she's also peeing on herself now and her health is deteriorating so bad that she can barely climb stairs or walk far distances. Shes only 58. Yet she drinks multiple bottles of Mountain Dew daily. Her mother was severely depressed, wasted away on the couch for years, and died from an anurism at 62.
When do you step in? This is going to sound incredibly harsh but... do your parents have to earn that help? My mom has been mentally ill my entire life so I have no idea what she's supposed to act like. I've never had a normal parent, I don't know where to start I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I already told myself that I would never take care of my father but I have no idea what to do with my mother. She's convinced all my family members to pity her but they would never lend her money. She's just acts so pathetic that people feel sorry for her and I don't really know what to do because she's way stronger and better than that. Every time I tried to talk to her about her retirement she just brings up my dad and how he ruined her life, It's almost like she just doesn't want to move forward and only wants to lean on me. She hypnotized by the television too, Even as a child I noticed that my mom would miss appointments and completely destroy vacations ( There rare ones that we were able to have) by getting stuck just watching tv.
Please help me figure out what I am supposed to do with her. I have to remind her to change her diaper so she doesn't smell like piss when I visit. When I visit her it feels like I'm dealing with a toddler... Do you think her brain is deteriorating? How the hell is she still able to do her job?? This doesn't add up and I feel gas lit I don't know how to feel I don't know what to do....
2024.05.19 09:18 throwaway_helpp123 I have no idea how to handle this... please help me
Hey guys. My mom has always been really unwell mentally but It's getting to a point where I feel like I need to start making a plan for her.
I grew up with drug-addicted parents but my mom was the one who stuck it out and stayed with me. She no longer does drugs ( She was mostly just drugged by my dad, But occasionally she did meth herself so she could stay up later and work longer hours) but shes a hoarder. It's weird to say but she "hoarded me" too. She didn't tell any of my family members that we didn't have hot water or access to heating or food for years. CPS came to my house and my aunt took me in when she found out when i turned 14. She gets very angry when I bring it up, even just the hoarding or advice about curbing her spending. She always has. My mom has been evicted at least 4 times, I lost count. She never showered regularly or brushed her teeth regularly or took care of herself regularly at all. It's gotten to the point where her health is so bad that she can no longer hold in her urine very well. She now constantly smells like urine, and leaks urine in her daipers everywhere she sits.
The worst part is that she's a nurse. She takes people's blood on a regular basis. She is completely functional at her job. But when it comes to being around me in person, she almost sounds psychotic. She points out parts of my body that she thinks are cute and funny because they've "developed" so i look "grown". Im 29 years old. She keeps trying to sleep in my bed whenever I visit because she wants to cuddle with me. I'm having to explain with her that i have boundaries that are healthy but she just doesn't understand and she doesn't really care. She just sits and watches TV and pees on herself.
I moved across the country and have lived across the country for about 2 years. She often sounds intelligent over the phone, but when I visit she acts like a sad little puppy. Her car is filled completely to the brim with her hoard. Even walking up the stairs makes her so tired that she makes a big deal out of it. She wants pity really badly from me and whenever I visit I have to pay for everything. She gives me a lot of bullshit reasons why she doesn't have money, but she works more than 40 hours a week. Her rent is only $400 because she lives in a spare room that her friend has. I tell her this doesn't add up and she just gets angry with me and starts talking about how she keeps pissing herself and passing out at her job from period blood loss because her health is deteriorating. The doctor's really struggle to diagnose her because she didn't have a papsmear in over 30 years. (Which I don't believe but they have no idea how to prove it or disprove it)
The thing is my mom is mentally unwell but she does a lot of this to herself, And she acts like she has no idea so I have no idea if she's playing a martyr or if she's actually unwell. My boyfriend says that I have to just let her be her, she acts so sad and pathetic around me, it guilt trips me so badly. And it sucks because my mom is so friendly to everyone so people love her. She even tells me things like " Your number one you can do anything! You're such an amazing person you're better than anyone else in the world!!" At first I used to love the attention but I realized later I think her entire interactions with me are starting to verge on love bombing. And when I'm physically around her she sees me as a source of pity and attention. But she's also peeing on herself now and her health is deteriorating so bad that she can barely climb stairs or walk far distances. Shes only 58. Yet she drinks multiple bottles of Mountain Dew daily. Her mother was severely depressed, wasted away on the couch for years, and died from an anurism at 62.
When do you step in? This is going to sound incredibly harsh but... do your parents have to earn that help? My mom has been mentally ill my entire life so I have no idea what she's supposed to act like. I've never had a normal parent, I don't know where to start I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I already told myself that I would never take care of my father but I have no idea what to do with my mother. She's convinced all my family members to pity her but they would never lend her money. She's just acts so pathetic that people feel sorry for her and I don't really know what to do because she's way stronger and better than that. Every time I tried to talk to her about her retirement she just brings up my dad and how he ruined her life, It's almost like she just doesn't want to move forward and only wants to lean on me. She hypnotized by the television too, Even as a child I noticed that my mom would miss appointments and completely destroy vacations ( There rare ones that we were able to have) by getting stuck just watching tv.
Please help me figure out what I am supposed to do with her. I have to remind her to change her diaper so she doesn't smell like piss when I visit. When I visit her it feels like I'm dealing with a toddler... Do you think her brain is deteriorating? How the hell is she still able to do her job?? This doesn't add up and I feel gas lit I don't know how to feel I don't know what to do....
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I grew up with drug-addicted parents but my mom was the one who stuck it out and stayed with me. She no longer does drugs ( She was mostly just drugged by my dad, But occasionally she did meth herself so she could stay up later and work longer hours) but shes a hoarder. It's weird to say but she "hoarded me" too. She didn't tell any of my family members that we didn't have hot water or access to heating or food for years. CPS came to my house and my aunt took me in when she found out when i turned 14. She gets very angry when I bring it up, even just the hoarding or advice about curbing her spending. She always has. My mom has been evicted at least 4 times, I lost count. She never showered regularly or brushed her teeth regularly or took care of herself regularly at all. It's gotten to the point where her health is so bad that she can no longer hold in her urine very well. She now constantly smells like urine, and leaks urine in her daipers everywhere she sits.
The worst part is that she's a nurse. She takes people's blood on a regular basis. She is completely functional at her job. But when it comes to being around me in person, she almost sounds psychotic. She points out parts of my body that she thinks are cute and funny because they've "developed" so i look "grown". Im 29 years old. She keeps trying to sleep in my bed whenever I visit because she wants to cuddle with me. I'm having to explain with her that i have boundaries that are healthy but she just doesn't understand and she doesn't really care. She just sits and watches TV and pees on herself.
I moved across the country and have lived across the country for about 2 years. She often sounds intelligent over the phone, but when I visit she acts like a sad little puppy. Her car is filled completely to the brim with her hoard. Even walking up the stairs makes her so tired that she makes a big deal out of it. She wants pity really badly from me and whenever I visit I have to pay for everything. She gives me a lot of bullshit reasons why she doesn't have money, but she works more than 40 hours a week. Her rent is only $400 because she lives in a spare room that her friend has. I tell her this doesn't add up and she just gets angry with me and starts talking about how she keeps pissing herself and passing out at her job from period blood loss because her health is deteriorating. The doctor's really struggle to diagnose her because she didn't have a papsmear in over 30 years. (Which I don't believe but they have no idea how to prove it or disprove it)
The thing is my mom is mentally unwell but she does a lot of this to herself, And she acts like she has no idea so I have no idea if she's playing a martyr or if she's actually unwell. My boyfriend says that I have to just let her be her, she acts so sad and pathetic around me, it guilt trips me so badly. And it sucks because my mom is so friendly to everyone so people love her. She even tells me things like " Your number one you can do anything! You're such an amazing person you're better than anyone else in the world!!" At first I used to love the attention but I realized later I think her entire interactions with me are starting to verge on love bombing. And when I'm physically around her she sees me as a source of pity and attention. But she's also peeing on herself now and her health is deteriorating so bad that she can barely climb stairs or walk far distances. Shes only 58. Yet she drinks multiple bottles of Mountain Dew daily. Her mother was severely depressed, wasted away on the couch for years, and died from an anurism at 62.
When do you step in? This is going to sound incredibly harsh but... do your parents have to earn that help? My mom has been mentally ill my entire life so I have no idea what she's supposed to act like. I've never had a normal parent, I don't know where to start I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I already told myself that I would never take care of my father but I have no idea what to do with my mother. She's convinced all my family members to pity her but they would never lend her money. She's just acts so pathetic that people feel sorry for her and I don't really know what to do because she's way stronger and better than that. Every time I tried to talk to her about her retirement she just brings up my dad and how he ruined her life, It's almost like she just doesn't want to move forward and only wants to lean on me. She hypnotized by the television too, Even as a child I noticed that my mom would miss appointments and completely destroy vacations ( There rare ones that we were able to have) by getting stuck just watching tv.
Please help me figure out what I am supposed to do with her. I have to remind her to change her diaper so she doesn't smell like piss when I visit. When I visit her it feels like I'm dealing with a toddler... Do you think her brain is deteriorating? How the hell is she still able to do her job?? This doesn't add up and I feel gas lit I don't know how to feel I don't know what to do....
2024.05.19 09:06 makingbutter2 Wake up calls
So here we go entirely long kind of story time. We will call the customer Ken and Mr. Ken is staying at our hotel. Well one of the customer service things we do is offer wake up calls. So I receive his call and he asks me if I can do one for 6:30 am. I say sure ! Wish him a pleasant evening and good sleep. Why donât customers use their cell phones like you would at home while you are working I wonder.
Ok not a long story but seriously you donât carry a cell phone with you and program it like every other adult ???
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Ok not a long story but seriously you donât carry a cell phone with you and program it like every other adult ???
2024.05.19 08:52 Dazzling-Entrance750 What games were your very first shooting games?
For me those are 'a good day to die hard', 'call of duty', 'modern combat', 'tom clancy's ghost recon', 'splinter cell conviction' etc. And I used to play all of them on keypad nokia phone. (Contra was an exception as i played that on ps1 maybe)
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