So my cat 5f has recently undergone spinal surgery because one of our neighbors decided to shoot her for literally no reason and so we decided to leave her in as our indoor cat.. everything has been going so so so so perfectly until yesterday. Their was a storm out and my cat has been begging to go outside, I picked her up and took her to my room and she immediately jumped down (typical) and that was the last time I saw her I lost power a couple of times but throughout the whole time both me and my mom were in our rooms both the indoor and outdoor door has been untouched.. at around 8pm it was time for me to give me her pain pills so I went out looking for her and I couldn’t find her at all.. I just assumed that she was scared because of the storm and decided to wait another hour.. that’s when I REALLY started to worry, I started looking ALL over the house and I live in a small house.. i started looking in cabinets, underneath beds, couches, closets, all over the garage, every spot, corner, you name it and no trace of her. Just because I looked both in the front and backyard even though I have a ring camera and there was literally no motion before the storm. I barely slept last night and kept having dreams that she came back, I’m completely heartbroken.. I’ve had that cat since she was a small kitten, we almost lost her due to something serious and now I’m scared of loosing her again…

Alam ko maba bash ako dito pero okay lang kasi kasalanan ko talaga. Gusto ko lang ilabas 'to kasi sobrang bigat na.
Two weeks ago, my boyfriend and I broke up. In our almost 2-year relationship, we never had any major arguments. For context, my ex was broken when we got together—I was there for him when his previous ex left him. But I never thought I was just a rebound. I’m 10 years older than my ex-boyfriend. I’m in my early 30s, and he’s in his early 20s. Tahimik buhay namin sa loob ng almost 2 years, may tampuhan man pero super babaw lang. Yun nga lang, I never experienced being posted sa social media or his story (I know this is petty, but I’m mentioning it anyway. In almost 2 years, I think he posted me on his story twice, and my face wasn’t even that visible. I’m not as attractive compared to his ex. There was no trace of me on his social media. Walang ni isang picture ko. Literally zero. He said he wasn’t into social media, and it’s true kasi di sya ma status. Unlike when he was still with his ex). I was the opposite of him. I had pictures of him on my social media and was super proud of him. We also don't celebrate monthsaries or even anniversary kasi para sa kanya di naman importante yun. Mahalaga magkasama at masaya kami. I was already living with him and his family. For two years, I was okay with that because I loved my ex. Ang major concern ko lang noon was that whenever we had a fight, his family would know immediately, which made me embarrassed. Instead of resolving things just between us, his mom would always know. Other than that, there were no problems since his whole family was very kind. So in short, kahit may mga ganyan happy kami kasi mabait naman si ex. May times lang na naku question ko yung worth ko pero overall super okay kami.
Anyway, again, we never had any major arguments in our almost 2 years together. Our relationship was so relaxed that we both gained weight since give and take kami sa pag asikaso sa isa't-isa especially me, since I’m older—I really spoiled him as much as I could. Again, mahal na mahal ko kasi ex ko.
But I don’t know what came over me; I started chatting and flirting with someone from another country, ibang lahi. Uunahan ko na kayo—I wasn’t serious. We're both working from home, and after our shifts, we had our own hobbies. My ex was always busy playing on his PC. Ewan ko ba anong kat@ng@han pumasok sa utak ko kasi nga busy ex ko sa paglalaro and kaya nya mag spend ng ilang oras sa harap ng PC nya so I flirted with this guy without my ex-boyfriend knowing. Flirted in the sense the nilandi ko talaga yung guy pero hindi naging kami. Landian lang talaga. But eventually, I stopped. I probably flirted with the guy for about a week, and after that, I never chatted with him again. My mistake was not deleting the messages because it didn’t mean anything to me, and my ex boyfriend didn’t meddle with my phone. But he read them. Mga isang linggo na after my last chat with the guy, my ex-boyfriend read the conversation.
After reading it, he immediately told his parents that he was going to kick me out because I had been chatting with someone else. Direkta sya agad sa parents nya. Walang kumprontahang naganap muna. He threw my things, cursed at me, and called me all sorts of names. I get it. It was my fault. I cheated, even if I wasn’t serious. I begged for forgiveness kasi I wasn’t really serious about what I did. I had never done anything like that in my life, but I ended up on my knees begging for forgiveness. I was just curious and bored (sorry alam kong kab0b0han pero ito talaga rason ko) so I flirted, but I had no plans to cheat na makipag relasyon sa iba. I lied, yes. And that's cheating. He never forgave me. Wala ako magawa. I explained several times that I wasn’t serious, but he wouldn’t accept my explanation. Kaya kahit masakit pumayag ako makipag hiwalay.
It’s been days since I left their house, but until now, it still hurts. I still blame myself, super b0b0 ako sa part na yun and I never thought that something that was just a game to me would end our relationship.
I really miss him, lalo na lately lagi umuulan sa hapon. Sobrang lungkot ko. Iyak ako ng iyak because of what happened, but I'm trying my best to continue living my life. Mali ko eh, kasalanan ko. I haven't reached out to him because I know never nya na ako mapapatawad and I’m embarrassed of what I did. Alam ko din kasi na pag nag message ako malalaman na naman ng buong pamilya nya, nakakahiya.
P.S Lurker ex ko dito sa reddit, kung mababasa mo man 'to sorry pero wala talaga ako makausap. Sobrang bigat pa din talaga. Miss na miss na kita. Sobra. Ikaw na bahala kung iku-kwento mo na naman 'to sa pamilya mo. Again, sorry.

Not sure if I'll even post this, but I thought it would be good to write down my feelings and vent a bit about this day. So much was written yet so little about the magical little cat named Luna. Sorry about the long text and the jumpiness.
Yesterday(Monday) around 2 in the morning my cat came home after been missing since Wednesday (most she's been gone was 3 days up until that point). She came and woke me, telling me as per usual that she's back. Went to the kitchen, but didn't come to bed. I checked when she didn't return and notice her laying on her back on one of my backpacks. She lifts her hind leg and Its dark so I only see a really big dark spot where there shouldn't be one. I get my glasses and notice there is a big chunk of skin missing and a hole the size of 1-2 fingers. I check for bleeding and see no traces.
I quickly google vets around and see if there is anything I should be doing.
Then there is this look... It's so serene. She's calm and she's happy. She was not much of a purrerr but she purred like never before when I was trying to comfort her.
I got my blankets and spent that night on the floor checking her breathing and petting her.
In the morning 8-10ish, we went to the vet clinic and they admitted her and told me that if they didn't call I would be able to pick her up around 16.
Around 14 I got a call saying that the muscle has been torn more than they can manage and the hole is 7cm deep so they felt inadequate to help and told me, that he called a former colleague to see if they could admit her at another, bigger vet hospital. He told me that it didn't look good and that the use of her muscle might/probably can't be fully restored. I went to pick her up, talked to the vet and explained options. I told him that this cat lives for the outdoors and she's already small and a target as it is. Without the full use of her legs to escape it just seems cruel. A life needs living in my opinion and becoming and inside cat was not an option for her.
My friend offered to pick me up and take me to the bigger vet, which meant so much. Needless to say I've been ugly crying alot during the talk with the vet, but I broke down again straight away when he gave me a hug.
I asked to talk about anything else. It became silent and he broke it with "kinda tense don't know what to come up with". Got me good with a laugh, it is one of those situations where nothing seems good enough to say. We small talked and stayed clear of the situation until we arrived. Hugged goodbye and off, me and Luna went to the last place she would ever be...
There were some dogs there in the waitroom, happy and seemingly healthy. I did my best not to breakdown in front of them and this one dog... Think it knew because he tried to come over with a comforting look. The owner held it back, which in retrospect was good, I wouldn't have been able to hold back if it reached me.
I came in to the room and had to wait a bit more to talk to a nurse. Luna was starting to come out of her drowsiness and I got her out of her bag.
She was visibly getting a bit worried so I put my chin on the top of her head and scratched her with my stubby beard (she always loved that) and it calmed her down.
The nurse came in and told me that they had to redo a check because it was hard to estimate the damage. But she was positive that she would be able to "walk" again. I broke down again.
Now I've lived 35 years without a diagnosis, and my masking is through the roof, but I was recently diagnosed with ADD and Autism. Reason for telling this is the fact that my analytical skills of words being used and body language needs to be top notch for my life in the society (and a hellish upbringing, but that's another story).
The words she used were those of "she can be alive, but probably not fully restored". I stressed that Luna is a outdoors cat and is not meant for the indoor life. She was a cautious explorer. Once she felt the outdoors, I knew it would never be possible to keep her indoors.
I told her that I need an expert opinion of the surgeon on the odds of being fully restored so there is no pain and no lingering effect.
The other issue was that since we didn't know the time of the damage, the wound was so close to the abdomen that it was possible that an infection could have gotten in but closed up.
She told me that once they sedate her and check, there won't be much time to talk, but that she would tell the surgeon the importance of her leg for the outdoors.
We came to an agreement that after the check, she would immediately call and give me some odds to decide.
I gave my cat all my love and scratched her in all the places she always loved. They took her to the surgery.
I was walking outside the hospital and called my mom. Thing is, these past 6 months have already been kind of hell (with the two upsides of finding a gf and getting diagnosed with medication). I had been unemployed at the worst timing and economically I am in a bad spot. Luna was uninsured and the costs was already above 1000euros at this point. And the surgery was gonna cost 2-4k more. My mom reinsured me that money is not a problem and to make my decision for the love of my cat and not the need to have her in my life nor money. This was so important because it was with out of doubt on my mind as well.
I went to the store nearby after a while to get something to drink and then the call comes in.
She told me that the muscle is torn off and will be hard to reattach properly, the wound was too big to stitch up in one go, which meant that she would have to be back again for more surgery. Maybe transplanting skin as well. I stopped her and asked, what percentage do you give her to be back to full health and be able to use her leg like before. I told her that I understand that it's an estimate and I can't count It as a guarantee. She told me that she was positive that she would be "ok"... Again I understood that we had a different opinion in what ok means. She said that she can give 70-80% that she will be "ok" with using it... My heart dropped... My cat won't survive the outdoors on "ok". She is already tiny and has a disadvantage, and to add the "without full use of her ability to run or jump" to that... The exactness is a bit hazy, but the jist for me was that there was a lower % of her being happy and fully restored.
"The only thing equal is that we are born unequal" My entire life I've lived in those 20% of bad luck. I remember when I met and got Luna, 2019. I remember the thought of things turning out "exactly" as they had unfolded now. I believe firmly in the thought of risking a short lifespan for a great life, rather than long but alive.
I thought about the fact of the unknown infection that could be in her abdomen. The possiblity of her not being able to regain full use of her leg. The infection risks of going back and forth at least two more times after this. The fact that even if, and it's a big if, things work out great, the healing process would be a long one.
I thought about all of these things and decided that I wouldn't let her experience all that hell. I asked them to put her to sleep for good.
I call it a "video graphic" memory and I will always be able to playback the loving times I had with her... The one that owned my entire heart. The cat that chose me as her human...
I feel bad that I killed my cat. I feel bad that I feel at ease. I feel bad that I didn't take the risk. I feel bad because I now don't have to worry evey time she is out longer than usual. I feel bad because now I don't have to check for her everytime she doesn't show up at regular hours.
I hate the paradoxal feelings of wanting my cat to be alive and thinking of the perks of not being responsible for another life.
I don't believe in good or evil. But I do believe in human selfishness... Did I just kill my cat because I couldn't bear the burden of her recouperation and the thought of having to go through that again? Did the fact that money was going to put me in even more stress than I'm already in sway me? Did my experience in the 20% decide her fate? Why did I only get literally 5minutes to calculate life vs death?
There is so much more in my mind and memory, so much of dots missing to connect everything and for anyone actually reading, I'm sorry for that.
This was written more for me than anything else. My acceptance of killing my cat.
Thank you for coming home one last time to say everything will be ok. You meant the world to me.

“We’re a meat family,” my dad would proudly tell strangers. He’d wait for the quizzical look, then launch into detail, starting with how many freezers we had, how long we could sustain ourselves on the contents. It was just his way of starting a conversation, which made sense when you considered that raising and home-killing animals for food was, for want of a better term, his life-long hobby. His prize possession was one of those industrial-sized vacuum sealers: you could put half a pig inside and wrap it in plastic so tightly that every wrinkle and skin fold waxed unreal with shiny detail.
If we hadn’t lived in a rural area, albeit semi-urbanised, I guess it would have been pretty weird. But the mostly farming-stock locals only found his extra enthusiasm a little bit odd.
When he wasn’t being a bit embarrassing talking about it, I never really paid much heed to his hobby. I had a child’s vaguely grateful awareness that though our family went through some lean financial times, our stomachs never suffered like some of the families around us. All the beef, pork, ham and bacon in those big old chest freezers passed down from his dad really could have fed us for years.
I should preface all this by saying that I wasn’t a particularly bright kid, though neither was I dumb. I didn’t fail badly at anything in school, I just never achieved beyond a pass. I didn’t know it yet back then, still quietly dreaming about being a ballet star or a dressage champion, but mediocrity was my destiny. And I think that’s why I got on so well with my Aunt Liz.
Liz was my dad’s live-in youngest sister. She was one of those women who get described as ‘bubbly’ — not really pretty, not really smart, not a lot going on besides just being… well, all Liz. But she was salt of the earth; kind, caring, and great with kids. She was the only person who would willingly mind my two older brothers, who fought like hellcats and caused more trouble than the whole last generation of my family combined. People would privately lament to my parents that it was a shame Liz didn’t have kids of her own, but dad would just shake his head and say Liz liked it that way – that all the fun of looking after kids is being able to give them back to their parents.
I guess she was like me; nice, but mediocre. Lovely, but somehow forgettable when she wasn’t doing something for you.
But when Liz left us, I couldn’t forget her.
In hindsight, it was pretty weird timing that we had a big fortieth birthday party for Liz right before she disappeared. She was radiant that night; she’d hired a local girl to do her hair and makeup, and it was honestly the first time I’d ever seen her look pretty. She’d even worn a push-up bra under a tight red dress, which flattered her very plump curves well enough that the neighbour’s farmhand was spotted disappearing into the woolshed with her for a snog. In my dawning awareness, that gave a plain girl hope: if Aunty Liz could get a guy at forty, maybe things would turn out okay for me.
Anyway, I couldn’t forget how her pink cheeks, her eyes, her whole self, glowed that night before Liz went to bed. She said it was the best birthday ever, and that she was very much looking forward to the next stage of her life.
Would I have done anything different, if I had known? If I had realised what, exactly, that next stage was?
The week after the party, Aunt Liz said she was going on a little holiday up north, to visit some old school friends. She packed her things – she didn’t honestly have that many – and drove her little orange mini out onto the main road. And with a wave of one fleshy hand, she was gone. Nobody really thought much of it when she didn’t call, because nobody rural had cellphones back then. And Liz was, as I said, somehow kinda forgettable when she wasn’t right in front of you.
When we hadn’t had contact for six weeks, Dad tracked down the land line numbers for their old school buddies. They were surprised to hear from him — Liz had never arrived, so they had just assumed she’d cancelled her visit. No-one had thought to check. I eavesdropped on the conversation, and it sounded for all the world like *they* had forgotten about Aunt Liz, too.
From there it became a missing person case. The local cops came and talked to all of us; the farmhand who’d been seen snogging her was briefly detained, then let go, dad got grilled at length, even my hellion brothers were questioned thoroughly to see if this was one of their wild and dangerous pranks gone wrong.
But everything was a dead end. Nobody knew where Liz was, or what had happened to her.
The remains of her old mini were found halfway across the country, burned out on a beach, on a derelict stretch of ragged, rocky coastline. The police assumed murder and combed the area for remains. But even the most expert divers couldn’t conquer the incredible undertow and fast-shifting seabed of that coastline to look for evidence, so none was forthcoming.
Eventually the cops collectively shrugged and said that there was really nothing more they could do unless more information suddenly came to light. The locals knew nothing, no witnesses had come forward, and the trail was cold. As far as anyone knew, poor aunt Liz had been murdered on some desolate beach, far away from her home.
It didn’t feel fair to me. She’d once mentioned wanting her remains buried on our farm, in the graveyard plot beside grandma and grandad.
So, in my grief, I went into her room to look for something of hers to bury beside them.
Like I said, Liz didn’t have many things. Her room was pretty spartan, and her wardrobe was mostly sensible farm stuff. There was one exception: she, like me, did like to read, and she had a pretty good collection of well-thumbed books. I think it’s the escapism – even the most mediocre girl can lose herself in the plot of some trashy romance novel, imagine there’s still hope of being swept off her feet by that handsome stableboy, his inexplicable yearning for chubby plain girls.
So I set myself the task of going through the books, to find the right one to bury in the graveyard plot.
Most of them were exactly what you’d expect, but some of them were racier than I was used to. I felt various parts of my body flushing and tingling, as I read breathless prose about calloused hands touching the softest flesh of the protagonist. Okay, if I’m honest with myself, I might have got a little *too* invested in my project at that point. But that was also why I persisted going through her entire collection, until I found the ragged paperback from 1970, entitled Tawny Sands. And inside that trashy cardboard romance cover, I discovered not the tale of Tawny Sands, but some carefully hand-cut, stitched-in pages. A handwritten story in my Aunt’s rounded penmanship: Memoirs of a Long Pig.
I read her story twice in a row, utterly gripped.
Aunt Liz was no Stephen King – heck, she wasn’t even the Goosebumps guy – but her story was gripping and compelling, and I couldn’t put it down. Even if I hadn’t known her, I think that would have been true.
The gist of it was that Liz, when she was sixteen, had discovered that our family had a very long history of eating what she described as ‘Long Pork’. It’s an antipodean term, anglicised from the Pacific Islands: human meat.
Like me, young Liz still had some hopes and dreams. In one of her many failed attempts to find a special talent, she’d taken up cooking as a hobby. Naturally, with our family’s overabundance of meat, she’d scoured the freezers in the shed for ingredients: the racks of ribs and stacks of pork chops, butcher-paper wrappings all neatly labelled with the first letter of the name of the animal they came from.
She found familiar meat from Rodney, one of the pigs that had been recently slaughtered, emblazoned with an ‘R’ in her father’s strong, blocky lettering. There were cutlets labelled ‘M’ for Mary, from one of the lambs she’d hand-reared, and ‘F’ for Ferdinand, the steer they’d killed the month before. But she couldn’t explain the many, many curious parcels of meat on one side of the huge freezer, all labelled ‘J’ – at least, not until she took it all out and assembled it as well as she could on the scoured concrete floor of the killing shed. A big, frozen jigsaw puzzle without the box, her best attempt to discover what kind of beast the pieces had come from.
The animal, she quickly realised, was a Long Pig. Her own Aunt Jenny, who had died the month before – just after her fortieth birthday.
Fortunately, or perhaps not, for Liz, her father entered the shed right at that moment and realised his daughter had discovered the family secret. He sat down calmly on the lid of the freezer, and explained to her that this was a long-running family tradition, dating back to at least before his grandfather had been born.
“There are always people in life, Liz,” he’d said, “who won’t really amount to much. They want to be useful, want to be more. They strive and they strive, trying job after job, hobby after hobby, trying to hit on something they’re really good at. Something that makes them special. Those people can waste their whole lives, chasing dreams that never come true. Eventually they die unfulfilled, knowing that all their time has been wasted. That what they leave behind will fade quickly.”
His voice was oddly gentle as he leaned down and patted one of the neatly wrapped cuts of Aunt Jenny, still sitting frozen on the shed floor.
“Your Aunt Jenny was one of those people. So was my Aunt Irene.” He paused to gaze at his daughter, his next words peppered with emphasis. “But you see, my sweet Liz, they did find a purpose in life. They did find a way to be special, and they left this world utterly certain of their gift.” He stood up, stretched his back. “Let me show you.”
Liz waited while my grandad meticulously stacked the meat back into the freezer, all but one J-marked parcel that looked for all the world like a thick venison steak. He took her back to the farmhouse, and reverently unwrapped the deep red, heavily marbled meat to let it thaw. Then he laid it in the family’s ancient, cast-iron pan, basting it with butter and rosemary until a heavenly scent filled the kitchen, and Aunt Liz couldn’t stop her mouth from watering.
“Just try it. Let her show you. You’ll see exactly what I’m talking about.”
Even though she knew it was her aunt, Liz couldn’t stop herself from taking that first bite. There was something transcendent about the smell, overriding her natural revulsion that this was human meat, not one of their farm animals. For the first time, she truly realised it: we’re just another kind of animal. And weren’t her memories of Mary the lamb almost as fond as her memories of Aunt Jenny?
Liz explained then, in her curly handwriting, the explosion of taste that had assaulted her when she tried the steak. It was tender, it was succulent, it was rich beyond imagining. The fats melted on her tongue, lingering somewhere between pork and beef, but oddly neither. The flavour of the meat defied identification; something familiar, yet not.
But one thing she couldn’t deny; it was the most delicious thing she had ever eaten. Tears dripped onto her plate, mingled with the juice, the grease — not grief, but a pure, real, giddy delight.
“You’re tasting your aunt’s love for this family,” my grandad explained. “Her entire life was carefully curated, to eventually make unforgettable moments for us, just like this. This was her way of being special. This was the greatest gift she could possibly bring to our world – and because she realised that, she died with not a single regret. She knew her life had purpose. She was perfectly, completely fulfilled.”
I felt those words. I felt them lodge in my own belly, settling uncomfortably deep. I knew Aunt Liz, probably better than anyone else in the family. I’d seen how fucking happy she’d been on her fortieth, how goddamn fulfilled she was, despite apparently being a *nobody* and achieving *nothing*. Somehow, in the space of a single day, she had gone from being a forgettable background character to becoming the *main character*, immortalising herself in our family’s history with her sacrifice. Quite literally becoming part of all of us, forever.
I went to the killing shed after I finished with the book. I looked inside the freezers.
But there were no vacuum-sealed packages labelled ‘L’, no matter how deep I dug into the frozen stacks of plastic-wrapped flesh. Panicked now, not sure if I wanted to connect all the dots or unconnect them, I tried to think back over the last few months, recall any meals that had been unusually good. A few Sundays ago, we’d had a stew that really hit the spot and left me craving more. And I realised that the family had a really good night that night; my brothers behaved themselves, my parents didn’t fight, and grandma and grandad had been there. Hadn’t they looked far more… expectant than they should have?
I strained my brain, trying to recall if I’d seen the homekill bag on the kitchen bench – if I’d registered what letter it was. I knew it wasn’t an L. I would have remembered if it was an L.
And then it hit me, the memory, the connection, sizzling as if branded with a hot iron.
It had been an ‘E’.
E for Elizabeth. Not for Edward the pig.
I snorted at my own stupidity – of *course* Liz was short for Elizabeth – and as I comprehended my lack of smarts, I felt something give inside me.
I wasn’t clever, and nothing, nothing would ever make me smart. I had no big talents. I wasn’t beautiful, or even cute – and even if I had a million plastic surgeries, it still wouldn’t fulfill me. It wouldn’t be real.
I was a Liz.
I was a Jenny.
I was whoever the first aunt had been, the aunt who had dedicated her life to making her flesh as delicious as possible, who had worked every damn minute to be the best Long Pig she could ever be.
I wondered how many magical family evenings had been spent eating Aunt Jenny. How many glorious, satisfying, memorable dishes had been made out of her.
And… I wanted that. I wanted to finally know I had a *purpose* in life. One so simple, and so easy to achieve.
I wanted what Aunt Liz had.
***
It's my fortieth birthday today and I’m so fucking excited. For the last twenty-four years, I’ve dedicated myself to this moment; I’ve eaten exactly what I needed to, I’ve exercised just enough, but not too much, to maintain that perfect balance of marbling vs tenderness. I’ve relaxed and meditated to keep all those amazing flavours inside of me. I’ve researched all the greatest meats in the world, from prime Angus beef to A5 Wagyu. I really think I may have outdone myself.
I’m having my hair and makeup done at the local salon this afternoon, and I’m going to look so pretty; all prize piggy on show at the fair. I’m even going to have a big red ribbon in my hair, in memory of Aunt Liz.
Maybe there’ll be a cute boy I can snog in the wool shed, maybe there won’t – I don’t really care; because the most important, most certain thing is that I’m going to be the most delicious Long Pig in the history of our entire family.
I’m going to make everyone so damn happy, and I’m just so glad I can share my story with you all, instead of hiding it in a grubby book like poor Aunt Liz.
My only real disappointment? That you won’t get to taste me.
Reader, I have loved, loved my life. My Long Pork will be out of this world: once tasted, never, ever forgotten.

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Hi everyone, hope all is well.
Bit of a weird question here perhaps, but I wanted to get people's takes on how one should go about promoting their own videography business?
I have my own business which is "Xyz Studio" (I'll just call it that as I want to keep it separate from my Reddit) and I called it this as I do videography, editing, sound design & music production, as well as a bit of photography on quite a functional level. Also my actual name is tied in with my composer / music producer profile online, so like the website is joebloggs[dot]com, and my linkedin is my name too, etc.
So anyway, I have the thinking that one day this business can grow in the future to the point where maybe other people will be brought into it and we would get to work on bigger budgeted and more interesting projects.
Now with being a self employed / freelancer, it's needless to say I have to shop myself about on the social media channels (or so I'm lead to believe). However with social media, from I've learnt, the whole doctrine of being authentic seems to be paramount and I'm still a one man band, yet on my website it's more of a "we can do this for you", "we can do that for you". But when I'm putting up a picture of a job I've just done or a video I've finished on Instagram, it just feels kind of cringe saying "we just did this video for so and so", knowing full well it's only me and suspecting some of my followers might know that's the case too.
Sorry if I sound a bit clueless here. I know a lot of people in this sub are in the legacy industry and don't even have to think about this kind of BS, but I'm just a bit puzzled as to what the way forward is.
I'm worried if I personalize my website too much, will it just look non serious to "more serious" clients and / or brands etc, or will I realistically only be getting those types of jobs through agencies anyway at the early stages?
Thanks

Hello, I just watched LEMMINO's video and began to do some stuff with "EAST NORTHEAST" and "BERLIN CLOCK". This could be me just connecting dots, where there are no dots.
So the name "Kryptos" itself is German for "cryptos" (I learned this by trying to find a Kryptos subreddit, but instead I found a German cryptocurrency subreddit). Clearly some translating might be involved then. So I had an idea that maybe "EAST NORTHEAST" and "BERLIN CLOCK" aren't really part of the true answer, but rather almost there. This doesn't mean that they aren't part of the plain text, but maybe the text is comprised of individual letters, then the above two iconic pair are just shoehorned in. Kinda like how the morse code has "EE SHADOW EE". Basically its individual letters, that you can translate into German, along with words that you can translate. Now translating the letters just gives you the same letters, but why not? "E E VIRTUALLY E" can become in German "e e praktisch e" (used google translate). Note, these maybe the only actual English words in K4, so that's why Mr. Sanborn won't give out anymore clues as per an NPR interview, or he may have one or two more in there.
So, I translate "EAST NORTHEAST" and "BERLIN CLOCK" and got "Ostnordost" (google translate) and "Berlin-Uhr" (NOT google translate, but Wikipedia and in general). Now this does introduce a big headache to me, which is that technically the translation of "Berlin Clock" in google translate is "Berliner Uhr", but I am going to go with a not literal translation here, but what maybe the more organic one.
Now, I am pretty sure most here know of the question mark "?", that maybe part of K3 or K4. Well, in one of the comments of LEMMINO's video, which he hearted, a person had a great idea that "CAN YOU SEE Q" has its Q actually working as a "?" in its own right. In K2 "X" can be used as a period, so this can be used in the same way. Q or a question mark. This then means the actual "?" is part of K4, or can be. Another great realization was another comment that LEMMINO hearted, being that in the morse code "CQ CQ" is a common alert for "Can anyone hear me?" and SOS is of course "I need help!". Ther are some other great comments int hat thread too. Someone realized "Can you see Q?" can be "Can you CQ?" thus "Can you hear me?". Since K3 is about King Tut (the mummy), "CQ CQ SOS" could be a joke regarding that King Tut is trying to communicate with us, and the similarities is the way to confirm you got it right (this maybe proof that the morse code was supposed to get you to King Tut).
Another good comment was CQ = SeekYou, and maybe another in a different comment thread relating that with "T is your position E" but I think that just has stuff to do with the morse code only.
So back on track, this shows that Ancient Egypt may matter, K4 is likely a question that is flipped, and something German very likely is present, and finally the answer is likely to be a joke which is a possible rhetorical question (Kryptos has jokes in it).
So because of this, I took the German phrases "Ostnordost" and "Berlin-Uhr" and flipped them to become "tsodrontso" and "rhunilreb". From these I found two words, but frankly now I am kinda lost. "tsodrontso" has dront in it which is the Swedish word for the dodo. In fact if you search dront into google (English), you immediately get info on the dodo nicely presented. But dront isn't a word in German or English though. In "rhunilreb" I can isolate out UNIL, which is an acronym for the University of Lausanne. From a simple google search, Mr. Sanborn seems to have no relation with them.
How any of this connects to anything else for Kryptos, I have no clue. But, I still feel this is a valid way to at least be creative. Mr. Sanborn did say we really have to look into that clock, and I am looking into it. Plus there is PALIMPSEST, which may indicate that K4 has two things at once going on, and the idea of translating the plaintext to German, and then flipping it and finding an English question, kind of works (though not literally like a palimpsest actually is). Plus if it is really as simple as ABC, well constantly looping abc gives abcabcabcabcab... which has cab, which in German is taxi (yeah), which can then be looped to be I X AT I X AT I X AT I X... which means not only are the letters Q, U, X, and C important, but also "I", which may become for us you. Still no clue how this relates with Swedish dodo and a Swiss university though. I will say though that East Northeast from the coordinates in K2 seems to go to Sweeden.
Thanks for the read y'all.

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It’s starting to be obvious that the Hsr dev have a bias for female character, I got into the game thinking it wouldn’t go in favor of either gender but now it’s going more and more into the female character’s side; from not having any male support to female character getting their own specific relics. It really is favoritism for the new Waifu, it was the same with most of the new female characters, But this one is clearly worse than before.
We had Topaz that got the duke set but it was universal for other characters like Jingyan, the Dot set for Kafka, Blackswan but it’s universal for any Dot unit, Acheron got the diver set but any character that need debuff can use it, namely Welt, Ratio, base Dan heng.
Also it’s Not just relics, most of the new female characters either already have a good lightcone available for them or get a new 4* lightcone tailor made for them;
Memories of the past was available for Ruan Mei,swordplay for Topaz, Acheron got a new Gacha one while having goodnight sleep well, Robin got one that was free and Firefly has the Misha destruction lightcone available ahead of her release . Now I’m pretty sure the new erudition break effect lightcone isn’t for a male character. While aventurine did get a Gacha one and a free one, it doesn’t make much difference since all the other Preservation lightcone were fine or situational for him.
Boothill isn’t getting that treatment at all, his kit is a simple, well designed kit but compare that to Firefly’s kit now and dare to tell me his kit isn’t a lot more underwhelming than hers. She’s loaded with everything to make her good; speed buff, next action advance, break efficiency,…etc but also her eidolons are just better, she’s clearly made to be as good as Jingliu or Acheron;
I really don’t mind it as long as Boothill and any male character actually stays relevant but that’s not the case since he’s now gatekept out of a relic set and planar that he could’ve been able to use for the sake of Firefly not being overshadowed, that’s including that he also won’t get a new lightcone actually good for him, I can ignore him not having an alternative 4* lightcone since it makes his own the best option and actually worth getting but the relic set being specifically for Firefly is just egregious, they could’ve literally kept the old relic passive and it would still work on Firefly while being good for any other break Dps but no, they really needed to make it Firefly’s special set where she’s the only one who benefits fully from it.
The female characters just have it better than the male character; We have Ruan Mei who is basically the strongest Harmony in the game that anyone can use, Ratio and Aventurine was clearly made to increase Topaz and Robin’s value, Same goes for Blackswan being made for Kafka and it’s a win win because they are both female characters, and also Sparkle being a must have unit for DHIL haver but also fix any Skill point issues for any future character; all that for Support and specialist and now we’ll get the new female characters being one of the best Dps along Jingliu and Acheron decreasing DHIL’s value because his best support isn’t a Free unit like Bronya or HMC. If Jingyuan didn’t get some side buff that weren’t even meant for him he would be irrelevant now, Argenti who was supposedly made for pure fiction isn’t even getting any turbulence made for him, every Purefiction is for follow up unit. Blade is the one suffering the most since he barely manage to clear Moc anymore and with the release of another powercreep character the Hp of all Moc boss will inflate considerably.
Not even talking about the lack of limited male support, be it Harmony or nihility. It’s starting to get annoying.

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I'm thinking about which planar set to use on Gallagher for supporting FF.
Broken Keel doesn't really do anything since FF doesn't crit
Fleet of the Ageless atk buff works for her atk->BE trace that would prob be best, however in this post https://www.reddit.com/HonkaiStarRail_leaks/comments/1cwzqwa/homdgcat_23v3_firefly_notes_bug_fixes/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_buttonwhere
it mentions that Atk from other sources don't convert, does this apply to Fleet buff?
Does the Penacony set dmg bonus affect Super Break?

vpinmame crashes whenever I enable external dmd. Turns out it's a bad path to a mapped network drive. Not sure how to correct to a full network path in a "baller installer + Rudy's complete update of 11/23 and 05/24" installation.
From dmdDevice.log:
[1] 2024/05/21 00:22:40.545 ERROR System.TypeInitializationException: The type initializer for 'PinMameDevice.DmdDevice' threw an exception. - System.IO.FileNotFoundException: /share/vPinball/VisualPinball/VPinMAME/DmdDevice64.dll
at System.Diagnostics.FileVersionInfo.GetVersionInfo(String fileName)
at LibDmd.Common.PathUtil.GetAssemblyVersion(String& fullVersion, String& sha)
at LibDmd.DmdDevice.DmdDevice..ctor(IConfiguration config)
at PinMameDevice.DmdDevice.DeviceInstance..ctor()
at PinMameDevice.DmdDevice..cctor()
--- End of inner exception stack trace ---
at PinMameDevice.DmdDevice.Open()
The path: ~~/share/vPinball/VisualPinball/VPinMAME/DmdDevice64.dll~~
Should be \\MYNAS/share/vPinball/VisualPinball/VPinMAME/DmdDevice64.dll
I'm not sure where the freezy dmdext is picking up the path. I can reproduce the same error in freezy dmdext 2.2.1 and 2.2.2.
I probably missed the memo on NOT installing vPinball on a NAS drive. I'm 150 tables in and they play ok on virtual dmd as long as I never enable DMDext. But most pup packs are not happy without external dmd.. I'll probably reinstall on a local drive. In the meantime, if anybody can suggest a way to update the path to dmddevice.dll/dmddevice64.dll, I'll test it out.

Let's say my name is Sophie. My father calls me Sophie-girl, or daughter-mine. I call him father-mine. These phrases are used in the same affectionate way a nickname or term of endearment like 'sweetheart' would be. His parents had similar phrases they used with their children.
We are generic WASPs, ancestry mostly from England and Ireland. Dad was born and raised in Seattle, WA. I was also mostly raised on the west coast. His mother was from Kansas. I think his father was also born in Seattle but I'm not sure. My grandparents called each other 'daddy' and 'mother', but my parents use their normal names with each other. Dad is 74yo, I am 35.
Is this name-descriptor pattern something that can be traced linguistically, or is it just something my family does?

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