Can anyone help me with this please? It's urgent.
So I have a running fever and two of my assignments are due tomorrow. I also got periods today and I can't even get out of bed because of the pain. I want to apply for an extension on medical grounds but I don't think I have the time or the stamina to visit a doctor.
So I want to know, does UQ accepts online medical certificates from Updoc or Midoc?

TRIGGER WARNING this entire post is about sexual assault and sexual violence. drugs and pregnancy are briefly mentioned.
I (31F) was sexually assaulted for the first time when I was 15 years old. I’d gotten drunk at my ex boyfriend’s birthday party, and after he put me safely to bed, another man I’d met that night came into the room. He was 21. I don’t remember very much of what happened, but I do remember the feeling. The next day, I woke up at home, and did everything in my power to lock that memory away tight. I’ve always been good at compartmentalization, so I was very efficient, even if it wasn’t healthy.
Two years later, I’d just gone through a really horrible breakup and I was crying outside my high school. A good friend of mine (M, 18 at the time) saw me crying and offered me a ride home. I took it as a gesture of kindness and accepted, feeling relieved that I didn’t have to walk. When we got to my house he asked if he could come in and use the bathroom so I said sure. That’s not why he wanted to come into my house. He assaulted me, then got up, and left me crying and bleeding in my living room.
Two months later I still hadn’t gotten my period, so I went to one of my close friends and asked her if she’d come with me to buy a pregnancy test. It turned out positive. So, the following week, I ditched school and went to have an abortion. It was a horrendously traumatizing experience, it was painful, it was emotional, it was all around awful. I was in pain for weeks, and even now (14 years later) I’m still not over the combined trauma of the assault and subsequent procedure.
Several years later, I was hanging out with a friend (17F), her brother (14M), and her brothers friend (15M). All of them enjoyed smoking pot but I really wasn’t a fan, weed makes me sick and dizzy and I generally don’t care for it, but they ragged on me and ragged on me trying to get me to smoke with them, so I finally caved. They got me extremely high, to a point I was very very uncomfortable with. The brothers friend led me into a bedroom, I thought to go to bed, but that was not the plan. That whole experience is really hazy for me because I do not handle marijuana well, which all of these people knew.
Then about six or seven years ago, I drunkenly texted my ex, who I had been trying to maintain a peaceful friendship with. I asked him to come out to the town I was in and bring me cigarettes, because I couldn’t drive to get some for myself. I remember him getting there to drop them off and each of us lighting a cigarette, and then it’s blank. I woke up 18 hours later, bleeding and bruised in his bed, with hundreds of missed calls and texts from people wondering where I was. It had been almost an entire day that I’d been missing and nobody had been able to find me or figure out where I was.
I suffer every day from C-PTSD and PTSD. I suffer every day from these events. I question myself every day, I doubt myself every day, I judge myself every day. Truth be told I’ve never fully dealt with these traumas, I’m only just beginning to do so in therapy, but they’re always there inside me. I don’t really know what I thought I’d gain from posting this, but I just wanted to get it out. Thanks for listening.

Hello. This is Luci, he is around 8-9 weeks old and has some issues that I don't know how to deal with. Most of the time he is cute and plays nice with it's toys or sleeps around, but, when we don't want to play, he uses it's claws on us and bites our hands and feet. I want to note that we do play with him quite a lot during the day, about 5-15 minutes every 1-3 hours.
I heard a good way to dismiss such behavior is to sound as you are in pain and then stop the playing and ignore him, but it doesn't seem to work in the sense that he seems unbothered about our ignorance, he comes back and starts biting again.
This is especially annoying in the morning, because at around 5 am he wakes up and starts biting us and scratching our face/hands.
Last night we moved his littewatefood and let him sleep in another room (is this a good idea?) I like sleeping with him, he is cute and all, but he doesn't sleep when we want to sleep, he sleeps when he wants, and when he doesn't want he starts hurting us.
What should we do?
Also, I work from home and he tends to stay around my desk/on my desk/on my PC. I have no issue with that, but is there a way to stop him from touching the keyboard?

I hate my house. I hate everything about it. It’s always too clean, and there just seems to be something off about it. Although, I can’t ever find anything tangible that is wrong with it except for the fact that it’s dark. There is never enough light to illuminate things I need to see. I somehow always find myself squinting when I read, and turning on more lamps as the day goes on. I am well aware that I have many more light sources than the average person, but I need them. There is never enough light.
I realized this about my house after the first week of moving in. The first week was filled with the excitement of independence, however once the high wore off, the darkness settled in. It has honestly just made me uncomfortable. I feel like the house has something to hide.
I came back from work one evening and started my ritual of turning on just about every light there was in this goddamn place. It took me a couple of minutes to thoroughly go through every light source and click each one on. It made my house slightly more bearable, but still it wasn’t enough.
Finally I convince myself to go finish up some paperwork. I walk towards the living room where my desk is, and pull out a pen and a flashlight. I always need the flashlight to do any sort of writing because my eyes don’t even seem to register what I am writing if I don’t have extremely concentrated light focused on the paper.
I switch my flashlight on and begin writing. Going along, I manage to get through most of it within twenty minutes or so. Although, as time passes, the light from my flashlight seems to be brighter and brighter. Confused yet happy, I look at my flashlight and see that it wasn’t even on. I click the button a few times, and it must be dead. Confused, I look up at the ceiling where the recessed lighting is and am almost blinded as I look at it. It’s brighter than I’ve ever seen it in my life. I feel the light hit my skin and take in the beauty. I’ve never experienced this much pure bliss. Finally, light has entered my life and I feel a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.
I look around the living room and find that every single light source that has been turned on is glowing brighter than ever before. So, I just sit in my office chair, basking in the artificial light that is finally enough for me.
A few minutes go by, and the excitement of light has worn off. Now, if anything, it has become too bright. I look up at the ceiling once again and see that the light is even brighter than before. How could that be possible? It almost hurts my eyes.
In fact, now it does hurt my eyes. I look down at my tile floor for a second. With the overly bright light, I can now see things I never saw before in my house. There’s huge cracks along the baseboards. The cracks even run up the walls and spider out in a million directions. I quickly run into my kitchen, and find that the cracks are there too. How could I have never seen them before? I know that my house was dark, but it shouldn’t have affected my sight that much, right?
I look to the countertop and find the set of chef’s knives sitting pristinely in the corner. I never realized how incredibly dirty they were, or how sharp the blades were. I take a closer look and find gunk practically growing on the knives. I seriously don’t understand how I could not have seen it until now.
The light is getting brighter. The colors are now becoming washed out in my kitchen by the harsh light. It’s so bright that anything even slightly reflective causes me to squint and look away. I feel my heart pounding in my chest as my brain tries to think through the situation. Why is this even happening?
I look around more at my kitchen and discover even more details that I had never seen before there was light. The window’s seal was completely broken, and there were insects flying in, hundreds a second. The pots and pans all had leftover food residue that looks like it could grow to the size of the house soon if left unsupervised. My fridge had a huge dent in the metal door, and the cabinet doors were all off of their hinges. My house was literally falling apart. All the while, the lights were getting unbearably brighter.
I had to get out of here. I wasn’t sure which would get me first, the lights blinding me, or the house collapsing on top of me, or the mold taking over almost all of the food left in my pantry. I run towards the front door, and try to leave, but the instant I touch the handle, I draw back my hand as it burns me. The light has become so bright that I can hardly see anything, and the metal in my house is starting to heat up. I realize that it is now or never, and that the flesh on my hand will need to be sacrificed to spare my life. I reach out blindly for the handle once again, turn the lock, and shove the door open. I can smell the burning flesh and I can hardly feel anything but pain in my hand.
As I cross the threshold of my door, I hear my house begin to collapse behind me. I run a few yards away from my house and look back. It’s entirely rubble now. I wonder how I could have never seen all of the signs of that decaying house until a few minutes ago.
The darkness blinded me from the problems. The light blinded me from the solutions.
It was too late.
I am homeless.
Nobody would ever believe that I hadn’t seen the cracks in my walls and foundation until now, or the mold growing on my food or the lights becoming so bright that I was temporarily blinded. They will all think I’m crazy. And the worst part is, I can feel the darkness settling over me once again. There is no more light, and even though it seemed to blind me temporarily, I missed what the light revealed. Now I am left in the dark about what my life will become once again.

Started having symptoms Thursday 12 days ago, it wasn’t bad so I left it untreated until Saturday, which is when it got excruciatingly bad, so I went to the ER first day Sunday morning. Immediately started taking Penicillin 1,5mg/unit (?) 3 times a day until this Saturday. In the meantime I didn’t see my girlfriend, only saw her on Saturday which was also my last day of taking the antibiotics. At this point I was symptom-free, but developed a very occasional cough. Between seeing my GF this Saturday until today she has this morning started having a dry throat and a slight pain when swallowing.
Everywhere I looked on the internet I found sources saying anywhere from 24h-72h after antibiotic treatment does the tonsillitis stop being infectious. Between Sunday (when I started the treatment) and Saturday (when I met my GF) this timeframe has obviously passed. Anyhow my question is: Is there any feasible way she could have contracted it from me regardless? Or are we looking at a normal cold?

Hello, I just want to let this out on my chest, and express what I feel throughout the years because now halo halo na nararamdaman ko. Hindi ko alam sinong ku-kwentuhan, and ayaw ko rin mag kwento sa mga kakilala at mga kaibigan ko. To begin with, growing up, I was used to my lola’s sermon. Minor mistakes lang na magawa ko palagi akong nakakaramdam ng kabog sa puso kasi I know tatalakan niya ako buong araw and she will never forget it, kaya lumaki ako na sobrang takot magkamali dahil kapag nagkakamali ako, I should expect an insults and harsh words. Whenever she’s not in the mood, she will always tell me na “Wala kang kwenta kagaya ng magulang mo” “Kasalanan mo lahat” “Kaya ka ganyan kasi ganyan ang mama at papa mo” “Wala kang silbi” “Wala kang alam gawin” and all other hurtful stuffs a human being could said, hindi lang kapag mag-isa ako, even when I am with my friends, cousins, strangers, family gatherings and even sa mga co-teachers niya.
I don’t want to have a grudge on her even if she’s like that, marami rin siyang ginagawa for us, siya ang nag babayad sa ilaw namin, and sometimes pumupuna sa mga bagay na dapat ginagawa ng parents ko. My dad provides the foods, needs, and wants, while my mom pays for the water, and nagbibigay ng baon. They are working both so we are left with her, our lola, na may ari rin ng bahay.
Today, hindi ko nalinis yung timba na pinapalinis niya para sa panligo niya, not because I don’t want to, but because I bought a cord sa kanto namin, mainit, nag pahinga agad ako kauwi and nawala sa isip ko, not until she mentioned it while I was eating spaghetti, and fuck I know where this thing would go, kaya agad ako tumayo and iniwan yung pagkain ko, diretso sa banyo where the bucket is, not until she stopped me, pinabalik niya ako, so I thought, it was okay.
I go back to eating my food, and she started blabbering about things, I was eating spaghetti while she’s doing that, I was eating spaghetti when she reminded me how useless I am and that I am not capable of doing anything, I was eating spaghetti when she blame me for all the misfortune she has, I was eating spaghetti while she cussed and said that my friends just pretend they like me even if they really don’t because I can’t clean a simple bucket, I was eating spaghetti when she praised my cousins and throw harsh words at me saying why can’t I be like them, I was eating spaghetti when she said I was a pest in her life, I was eating spaghetti my favorite food.
This is the first time na nalabas ko ang mga na ffeel ko sa kanya. She’s still my grandmother, and I respect her so much. Pero, now, punong puno ako, gusto ko ng bumukod at mamuhay nalang na ako mag-isa when I have the money, pero iniisip ko yung nakababatang kapatid ko, I am afraid na siya naman ang pagdiskitahan niya, hindi naman ako/kami sumasagot sa kanya, I have never talk back to her, kahit ngayon na she reached my limit. Because of what she did and she’s still doing, mga maliit lang na bagay iniisip ko agad na magagalit ang tao sa’kin at madidismaya ko sila. I have this feeling na wherever I go, I won’t be loved nor accepted, and that people around me has projected their mind na I am what she said I am.
I don’t remember doing things to her na makakasakit sa kanya, so why? Bakit niya ginagawa sa’kin ‘to? Anyway, things will be okay, and I am hoping for it. Mabigat lang talaga nararamdaman ko, and writing it down makes me feel at ease.
Whoever reads this, I hope I won’t pass my energy on you, and I hope you feel loved, appreciated, and blessed today. Thank you.

Hi I take 5 to 20 drop 1% since January. I cough strongly now for a month with pains in the middle/right chest, analysis seem normal (blood, lung radio, heart). Reading the paper on carcinogenic potential of mb is frightening. What convince me to take mb was the encouraging papers found on PubMed https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/?term=methylene+blue%5Bti%5D+aging However, this is true that the molecule structure make it looks like a DNA intercalant. Finally mb really might help you not to age...

God this illness sucks.
I had a mirena fitted - body rejected it and caused 4 infections and a 3 day hospital stay and emergency removal.
Gynae suggested progesterone - this has fucked me up so much. Yes I had the crazy mood swings and emotions, GI issues but also the flu?? Apparently my body is trying to fight this so it gave me a full on flu response. Obviously I have to stop taking.
So gutted because now I have to have another period and I was desperate for this one to be my last. I take transexemic and mefanamic acid, iron, folic acid and co-codamol when on my period and on the first few days I'm lying on my bathroom floor screaming in pain.
What has worked for you when all else has failed. I know a hysterectomy is the only thing that will work but is there anything else? I've asked for gynae appt asap but I feel so miserable right now.

I've tried satisfactory plus and wasn't a huge fan of it, it added some cool concepts but the ore sorting became such a pain whenever the numbers stopped adding up and efficiency was near impossible. I really miss the more milestones mod and wish it had been updated, though I can understand why it wasn't.

“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.

I just need to get this out of my chest. People accuse Israel of comitting genocide by killing more than 35.000 palestinians. Out of this number, about 10.000 are undoubtedly demons (Hamas members) as of today (source: Wikipedia). Israel has gone that far due to October the 7th. When pro-Palestinians hear about Oct. 7th, they claim the conflict has a much larger history than Oct. 7th. Obviously, the conflict is much older than that. But, why does this even matter?
People underestimate the importance of what Hamas did to Israel on Oct. 7th. Israel has been dealing with terrorism the past decades and has been patient enough. There is a point where anger turns into fury. And what Hamas did on October managed to skip the whole fury part and turned Israel into a natural disaster. The atrocities of Oct. 7th justify Israel of losing its cool. Israel has all the reason to unleash its fury on those demons, just like the World unleashed its fury to the Nazi demons, dragging to death innocent people.
Now, what happens when you throw a freaking huge rock inside an active volcano? It erupts. Do you care of the volcano's past activities during its eruption? No. Israel erupted on Oct. 7th and there is no stopping it. You can't stop a natural disaster. So, what do you do when you know that this disaster is targetting animals/demons? Get away from them.
People thought the volcano wouldn't erupt. But it did. So, instead of protesting and throwing hurtful little words to that big giant, hoping the lava will halt, think of practical ways to help the poor citizens who are victims of a group of demonized kids, that decided to f*k around and find out. If you really want to help, drag those people out of harm's way. If you are not willing to risk your life for these people, don't go around playing Superman.
Just be glad this natural disaster has a target you can keep your distance from.

Hello,
I'm a 25 years old man and have been suffering from this disease for 7 years, I'm glad to have found this community and hope this post will help you.
Without wasting time, here's what helped me : During a period of my life, I suffered from multiple flare ups and became so depressed that I started eating a meal a day, I noticed after a week or two that all my flare ups disappeared, I couldn't find the reason, the meal consisted of meat bread and some mixed fruit juice.
After that and each time I changed my diet and had a flare up, I just came back to that basic meal and it all went away again, so I was sure that it was related in a big part to the food I was eating.
Through my research, I discovered that some food provoke an immune response in humans, in my case it was mainly dairy (which I completely stopped since then).
My diet right now is mainly meat (ground beef) and fruits, I also introduced bread and other things, this has put me into semi complete remission with the rare bad flare up (that sucks) once every 2 months or so approx.
Possible other instigators : swimming - stress - sweat - cigarettes - alcohol.
I follow the advice of a youtuber called Saladino Paul, he goes into details with the studies of the foods that provoke an immune response.
I have nothing to sell to you, just want to tell you that there's hope and if you never tried to get rid of dairy and processed foods in general, you can give it a try and see how it goes for you.
If you have any question, I will be happy to answer it.

Potassium nitrate mix is one of the easiest ways, to make the chased influenced by a chemical that can be gaseous, in closed spaces.
Ever had a situation when you knew the chased was in the room, but you did not know where exactly? You know they are hiding in one of the corners, but which? If you search the wrong one, they will escape the room. You could wait outside, but you might not have the privilege to wait. So your best way is to make it harder for them to stay hidden or even just run. Druging them with gas is ideal.
Potassium nitrate is ideal for smoke bombs. An recepie is concluded down below in the post for a normal smoke bomb. Smoke bombs with potassium nitrate can be mixed with some compounds that are NOT from 16 or 1 group ( you will make an explosive possibly). Other than that , you might want to avoid group 2 as well. Other stuff should be safer. Use organic compounds and block d oxides for low hazard poisonous gasses. They should be alright. Examples of such stuff would benzene (aromatic groups are more hazardous for lungs than normal carbon chains) or CuO. Remember that elements with higher atomic number than Pb might stop cell mitosis and be harder to treat, so preferably don't use during practice anything higher than Pb. Such example is U which would be used in form of UO2. Smoke bombs should cover a good area, be visible ( so you can avoid the cloud) and stay in the air for long but short enough periods to clean up the room. later you can look for the chased if they don't go out or run. Don't lick the walls after such a smoke bomb. Remember to wait a minute or two after some clears., if you want to enter contaminated area. Wear safety googles and heat proof gloves when you make the product for safety.
Use responsibly.
So... If you want to be a Scrooge, you can make a fuse out of animal hair, wool or protein fibres. Do not use plant based stuff. It won't burn. You can also use bird guano to get potassium nitrate. But it takes some time, as it needs to be filtered out in hot water until you get crystals.
Recepie
Open your soup can, empty, and clean it out. Do not disregard the top. Mix together 3 parts potassium nitrate, and 2 parts granulated sugar. Bring your frying pan to a low heat and add your mixture from Step 2. Continue mixing with a plastic whisk until the powdered mixture fully liquefies. While waiting for the mixture to liquefy grab your soup can top, drill five circles an 1/8th of an inch in from the edge and one in the center. Pour the mixture into the soup can place the top of the soup can on top of the can. Insert your fuse through the center hole until it reaches the bottom, trim excess according to desired time to ignite. With the lid off allow 6-8 hours to fully harden. After the mixture has hardened put the can top back on threading the fuse through the center, and seal to the can with a 1/16th in bead of silicone.

Hi all I recently got more serious about weightlifting and cardio in general. 28F. ~170.
I've tried to get back into working out multiple times but my self motivation severely lacks. Either way, I have a history of a dislocated shoulder and pinched nerve on my left side but nothing on my right side.
As the title suggests, I feel a lot of popping, clicking, grinding when I do upper body workouts. Whenever I do a low row, I feel it as I'm pulling the weight to my chest and then again as I let the weight back down. I feel it with lat pulldown as ai pull the weight down. So on and so forth.
I guess my question, will this stop with time and muscle or is there something I can do to lessen it? It isn't painful at first, but as I'm ending my workout as a whole I can specifically feel pain where the popping was and it's not soreness.

Im alone on my birthday. I never thought it would be this lonely. It is currently 4:00am and I just turned 21 today and i haven’t really accomplished any important milestones yet and the existential dread keeps creeping up in my thoughts. I cant stop ruminating on my death and what could have been with my past relationships. I have been in and out of work, getting fired, getting into decent jobs that paid commission in sales but i could never hold onto a job. I still live with my parents. I pay for things when i can like groceries and help out with rent but at the moment im unemployed trying to look for a job. I actually have a interview later today at 9 am. Im just exhausted to work and not own anything. I just feel frustrated. I used to work two jobs everyday. I dont know where my life is headed. Im in constant paranoia and fear. My anxiety never stops. I currently have a girlfriend and i also helped her pay for her car note and insurance. Nobody is coming to help me. Is this what life is to be a man? I just want security. I was cheated on by this current gf and i forgave her. My thoughts are all over the place. All this anger is overwhelming all this pain i have all this regret. Her family tells her to look for a better looking and more responsible man. I used to have a car that i bought with my own money but my father sold it. I havent ate in a while either im just sitting in bed rotting in my birthday. Hopefully it gets better i guess. But ima just past the time watching black pill and try to ground myself to reality.

Please, read the post minding that my intention is mostly to laugh and debate altogether, I'm loving the current state of the game more than anyone. Best patch ever.
The first thing I found strange in my first SC day years ago was the top speed limits. I never got it, even when I understand how important numbers and certain limits are for game balance. The only speed factor to matter should be acceleration; the human body marks the limit and, even when various sci-fi universes took different paths to break those limits in a certain level, that's where the roof should be settled, but nowhere else.
Human beings are theoretically capable of reaching a close to light speed as long as the movement is constant enough and the only true problem would be space dust and debris tearing ships apart. If we are taking care of that with shields or quantum bubbles, I don't see why we can't be doing slingshots or larger travels just with our thrusters, limited only by acceleration. It would be slower than quantum travel as it's exponential but doable in times of need for certain distances or for the sake of fun and glory.
Except for the gaming limits, we don't want people to become the ultimate space deadly bullets at untraceable speeds and other sorts of crazy scenarios.
So don't worry, I'm not here to beg for all that to be changed, even when I would love to be able to travel just by inertia with dosed little bursts, same as I'd love objects not stopping just because of distance, ballistics ceasing to exist after a few km or how much I'd love to be able to truly orbit around celestial bodies to leave my ship going around by itself while I contemplate a sunset and a sunrise every 60 seconds through my windshields like living a dream.
We all know how harmful those scenarios could be for a multiplayer environment and a few arguments can be made up with a tolerable but stretched logic just for the sake of keeping the fun going safely without breaking the entire game and a few GPU.
But now Master Modes has come to stay to balance certain aspects of the game and collaterally so many snubs are locked down to ridiculous speeds while their $ prices are still the same, prices often higher than some regular fully useful and rewarding ships with quantum capabilities. These snubs had their value raised due to their performance, their utility and their small size for versatility, they weren't meant to quantum jump but neither to be capped like this.
Now you'll have to struggle to make a place for ships like the Fury LX, heavily marketed to be close to useless in less than 1 year of existence, breaking so many promises to become nothing but a LTI token for some people.
I know it has been discussed even by the developers about giving them some sort of short quantum limited capabilities, I'm not getting there as I don't even know where those components could be stocked in most of them tiny vessels without remaking the whole game again out of work pain.
I bet you'll find something to equilibrate everything, because you always do it so amazingly, but the whole point of this free detour is why in this universe have finally manifested the midichlorians to, instead of giving power to certain hooded figures with light sticks to bring order to the galaxy, they've decided to use their time braking ships out of sorcery?! I can get that you don't want us flying in EVA as fast as the Silver Surfer just using inertia, but why would I reach the limited speed with my ship's thrusters to then be dangerously stopped close to death, stopped by the same g-forces you refuse to give us in other axis, stopped by an invisible force out in space without any matter in my way just because I've released the boost button?!
If we are not in any atmosphere, let the ship keep going while losing maneuverability. There is not a single reasonable gist you can make there to justify that utterly illogical braking out of nowhere.
For ships combat, going above SCM should just penalize with a lack of ship control, up to their skills and strategy. Anybody going that fast will be out of the ideal speeds, useful just to try an escape right before jumping into NAV mode but exposed to enemy fire in a more predictable trajectory. That would require some control and calm to master combat as well as other game loops like racing, lovely. Then at least it won't be a magic brake, non quantum ships would be able to have some margin while you decide their future, not needing more than 1 hour to travel from ground to station orbit, sticking the boost button to the max every minute to see how the ship brakes by divine forces every time it's released to then start it all again in an infinite loop.
I love that science meets fun in the midway to find some equilibrium getting the best of both worlds but lately it is hard to cope with the levels of fantasy being added to an originally meant to be hardcore sci-fi game just to make it good enough for everyone, but this one has me laughing so hard every time I use SCM. Bring more science back.
Mind my first sentence. Love.

"Good-bye, lover-- It's been fun... And I always did want to go in battle. You get to keep your planet, kid... Don't forget me... Don't forget me"
Bio: Val Armorr was the son of Japan's greatest crimelord, Kirau Nezumi, also known as Black Dragon, When he was born, his mother, the American secret agent Valentina Armorr, tried to hide him from his father, but she failed and was killed for her affront. Japan's biggest hero Sensei Toshiaki, the White Crane, eventually killed Black Dragon for his crimes and adopted the infant Val. He raised Val as if he were his own son, and trained him in all manner of the martial arts.
Origin in scan form ^{(Superboy vol 1 #210})
Alternate look at his origin ^{(Secrets of the Legion of Super-Heroes #2})
Databook entries

• Superboy #205
• All-New Collector's Edition #55
• Who's Who: The Definitive Directory of the DC Universe #12
• Who's Who in the Legion of Superheroes #3
• DC Comics Encyclopedia: Updated and Expanded
• All New DC Comics Encyclopedia

Original Val

Strength
Note: Karate Kid needs to concentrate and channel his chi to perform feats of strength ^{(Adventure Comics #359})

• In his origin, chops through a steel beam ^{(Adventure Comics #346})
• Chops through a spaceship hull ^{(Adventure Comics #347})
• Lightning Lad flashes back to Karate Kid stopping a car with a single chop ^{(Adventure Comics #351})
• Knocks out a Jovian Mastodon and a Tricorn Beast with a single strike each, and judo throws a Sloth Ape ^{(Adventure Comics #358})
• Chops through two trees in one swing ^{(Adventure Comics #358})
• Analyzes some thick gates, then chops through them ^{(Adventure Comics #360})
• Kicks away a hover car ^{(Adventure Comics #361})
• Chops through a tank, then starts a small earthquake with a stomp ^{(Adventure Comics #367})
• Destroys a practice bot in a rage ^{(Adventure Comics #373})
• Claims his chops could fell giant redwoods ^{(Superboy vol 1 #203})
• Creates an earthquake with a stomp that breaks apart a statue ^{(Legion of Superheroes vol 3 #31})
  • Note: This is a flashback to earlier times, so despite being in vol 3, takes place Chronologically in vol 1, as shown by him wearing the brown gi instead of his more famous white one
• Punches through a robot ^{(Superboy vol 1 #214})
• Kicks a meteor to pieces ^{(Karate Kid #2})
• Creates a counter-vibration strong enough to reverse Major Disaster's artificial earthquake. ^{(Karate Kid #2}.)
• Flexes off six cavemen ^{(Karate Kid #11})
• [MASSIVE OUTLIER] When bound with ropes made of indestructible Inertron, he somehow manages to break free. ^{(Superboy and the Legion of Super-Heroes #231})
  • Album of Inertron being invulnerable/unbreakable/strong enough to resist Kryptonians
• Breaks out of a machine that saps powers, minds and will (Legion of Super-Heroes vol 3 004)

Speed

• Moves "with the speed of thought" ^{(Adventure Comics #361})
• Dodges Mano and Persuader's attacks ^{(Adventure Comics #378})
• Dodges Validus' mental lightning ^{(Adventure Comics #378})
• Dodges a blast from the Emerald Eye of Ekon ^{(Superboy vol 1 #198})
• Dodges a blast from *sigh* Radiation Roy ^{(Superboy vol 1 #208})
• Rushes forward and front tuck into a Rider Kick in a fraction of a second ^{(Superboy vol 1 #214})
• Dodges a bolt from Lightning Lad ^{(Karate Kid #1})
• Dodges radiation blasts from Nemesis Kid ^{(Karate Kid #1})
• Intercepts a falling meteor ^{(Karate Kid #2})
• Backflips over a bullet ^{(Karate Kid #2})
• Dodges a laser ^{(Karate Kid #13})
• Leaps over a bullet and behind a guy in less than a fifth of a second ^{(Karate Kid #15})
• Dances around Pharoxx's strikes ^{(Legion of Super-Heroes #309})
• Redirects Pharoxx's own magic against him ^{(Legion of Super-Heroes #309})

Durability

• Survives an explosion that KO'd and nearly killed his sensei ^{(Adventure Comics #367})
• Smacked by a giant robot and recovers being back to fighting shape on the next page ^{(Adventure Comics #373})
• Endures ever-increasing pain through meditative techniques even though the pain was so bad, it made Timber Wolf go feral within a few minutes ^{(Superboy vol 1 #209})
• Clears his mind of mental influences ^{(Legion of Super-Heroes vol 2 #268})
• Wades though blasts from Pharoxx ^{(Legion of Super-Heroes vol 2 #288})
• While sick, takes a blast from Pulsar ^{(The Brave and the Bold #198})
• Pulsar explodes right next to him and he's all good. ^{(The Brave and the Bold #198})
• Gets clawed by a monster and shrugs it off ^{(Legion of Super-Heroes #309})
• Gets blasted by Pharoxx's magic and recovers, while Pharoxx getting hit with the same blast made him immediately flee ^{(Legion of Super-Heroes #309})
• [Limit] Dies after being beaten nearly to death by Nemesis Kid, then missile launches himself into a planet-draining machine. ^{(Legion of Super-Heroes vol 3 #4})

Skill
Statements and styles

• Great Skill in all forms of martial arts, but especially Karate and Judo ^{(Adventure Comics #346})
• Master of all forms of fighting ^{(Adventure Comics #359})
• Switches from Boxing to Savate to Kendo against a robot ^{(Adventure Comics #363})
• Knocks some guys out with chops to the back of the neck ^{(Adventure Comics #360})
• Mastered every weapon form "from fencing foils to Jovian trident spears" ^{(Adventure Comics #368})
• Temporarily puts Timber Wolf in a Judo hold ^{(Superboy vol 1 #209})
• Falkone IV arm riflie technique ^{(Karate Kid #12})
• Loback III restraining hold for non-powered people to restrain super-powered people ^{(Karate Kid #12})
• Karate, Judo, "Arcturian Sli-tilla", "Venusian Txrxvrx", and boxing ("the good old one-two punch") in one page ^{(Legion of Super-Heroes vol 2 #268})

Against skilled opponents (Solo)

• Beats a boxing champion ^{(Adventure Comics #377})
• Beats the absolute stuffing out of Black Mace ^{(Legion of Super-Heroes vol 3 #31})
  • Black Mace is stated to be Ganglands's answer to Karate Kid ^{(Adventure Comics #374}) and a fast, strong invincible fighter ^{(Superboy #213})
• Beats Black Mask again, with an assist from Princess Projectra ^{(Legion of Super-Heroes vol 3 #31})
• Quickly beats a dual nunchaku wielding black belt ^{(Karate Kid #3})
• Beats the Samurai known as Master Hand ^{(Karate Kid #4})
• Had the advantage on Black Dragon II, the student of his father he previously beat in Superboy vol 1 #210 ^{(Karate Kid #10})
• Karate Kid vs Black Dragon II in a ceremonial fight. ^{(Karate Kid #10})
• Beats Dick Grayson quickly ^{(Karate Kid #14})
• Wins a tournament and the title of Samurai, going down as the youngest to gain the title ^{(Secret Origins vol 2 #47})

Against Skilled opponents (groups)

• Defeats three Black Belts he claims could waste a battalion of ordinary men ^{(Superboy vol 1 #210})
• Beats six opponents trained by his father, Black Dragon, including the future Black Dragon II ^{(Superboy vol 1 #210})
• Beats a bunch of 20th-century martial arts masters ^{(Karate Kid #1})
• Quickly beats four martial artists ^{(Karate Kid #4})

Against superpowered opponents (1v1)

• Fights Superboy and does so well, Clark says he needs to be in the Legion ^{(Adventure Comics #346})
• Training with Superboy ^{(Adventure Comics #368})
• Gets the advantage over Don Allen, descendent of Barry Allen and a speedster ^{(Adventure Comics #373})
• Defeats Ultra Boy ^{(Adventure Comics #375})
• A brainwashed Karate Kid easily beats Ultra Boy ^{(Superboy vol 1 #205})
• Survives a fight with Superboy, though he constantly mentions he's outmatched and it's taking all of his skill to just survive . ^{(Karate Kid #12})
• Temporarily holds Superboy, but admits he needs help immediately and is losing him and is saved by Mordru's magic wearing off ^{(Superboy and the Legion of Super-Heroes #245})

Against Superpowered opponents (groups)

• Solos the Fatal Five ^{(Adventure Comics #378})
• Manages to hold his own against Lightning Lad, Superboy, Colossal Boy, Saturn Girl, Sun Boy, and Chameleon Boy before being stopped by Cosmic Boy ^{(Karate Kid #13})

Against Skilled Superpowered opponents

• Fights four superpowered assassins and is holding his own ^{(Adventure Comics #361})
• Beats Pharoxx of Orando in a sword fight, forcing Pharoxx to resort to magic ^{(Legion of Super-Heroes vol 2 #286})
• Beats Timber Wolf in a spar ^{(Legion of Superheroes vol 4 #52})

Accuracy

• Splits a rock so each half flies off and KOs a foe ^{(Adventure Comics 361})
• Hits a knight with a stone and KO's him ^{(Legion of Super-Heroes vol 2 #288})
• Uses his sash as a lasso to disarm Pulsar of his power staff ^{(The Brave and the Bold #198})

Agility

• Rushes forward and front tuck into a Rider Kick in a fraction of a second ^{(Superboy vol 1 #214})
• Contorts himself in mid-air to stop himself from falling out of a building then Jumps back in ^{(Karate Kid #1})
• Jumps from the street to a sign to a third story roof ^{(Karate Kid #2})
• Does a series of flips to land safely after jumping out of a building while holding someone ^{(Karate Kid #2})
• Jumps out of a window, does a ton of flips, and starts running on cars ^{(Karate Kid #3})
• Flips on a pole ^{(Karate Kid #11})
• Flips over a car ^{(Karate Kid #11})
• Flips out of Batman's grasp ^{(The Brave and the Bold #198})
• Rolls back to get out of a monster's range, then launches himself into a flying kick ^{(Legion of Super-Heroes vol 2 #309})

Weak Point Sensing

• Finds the weak point in a diamond ^{(Adventure Comics# 365})
• Finds the weak point in a wall ^{(Superboy vol 1 #210})
• Finds Omega's weakest point, but is too weak to capitalize on it ^{(Superboy and the Legion of Super-Heroes #251}). This is the first time it's called an explicit "power" and not a skill.
• Finds the weak point in a hatch ^{(Legion of Super-Heroes #277})
• Originally struggled to find a weak point in massive chains encircling Earth, but after getting a hint from Princess Projectra manages to sense and destroy it ^{(Legion of Super-Heroes vol 2 #279})

Retroboot Val

Despite dying.....Val Armorr's back and in the past! ^{(Justice League of America vol 2 #7}) How? Never explained! ^{(Justice League of America #10}) Here's his feats. Note: All feats are done while he's dying (Countdown Weeks 14-15/ 38-37) from what's later revealed to be the Morticoccus Virus

• While disguised as a supervillain, freezes Parasite without Black Lightning realizing Parasite was the target ^{(Justice League of America vol 2 #2})
• KO's Black Lightning with a chop to the neck and stalemates (and arguably has the advantage over) Batman while sick and memoryless ^{(Justice League of America vol 2 #8})
  • Another view of the fight ^{(Countdown Week 2/#50})
  • Doctor Mid-Nite says Karate Kid very nearly took down Batman in that fight ^{(Countdown Week 7/#45})
  • Batman conceeds Val outfought him but claims he wouldn't in a rematch though he may have been being a jerk to get into Val's head ^{(Countdown Week 10/#42})
• Is still conscious and talking despite being loaded up with enough tranquilizers to give Wonder Woman trouble ^{(Justice League of America vol 2 #8})
• Somehow survives Speed Force Lightning that should have insta-killed him ^{(Justice League of America vol 2 #10})
• Finds the weak point in a vault he's sealed in ^{(Countdown Week 13/#39})
• Tears through Oracle's tendrils and punches through a wall ^{(Countdown Week 13/#39})
• Hurts Equus, an enhanced being who bragged he had fought Superman ^{(Countdown Week 16/#36})
• Kicked Equus arm clean off his body ^{(Countdown Week 17/#35})
• Breaks shotguns and kicks a police car over ^{(Supergirl vol 5 #21})
• [Limit] While he can dodge her attacks, can't move Supergirl with his strikes ^{(Supergirl vol 5 #21})
• Chops Equus arm off ^{(Supergirl vol 5 #22})
• [Limit] The closer to death he gets, the less he's able to focus and use Super-Karate feats ^{(Countdown week 32/#20})
• Takes out four Apokoliptians ^{(Countdown Week 41/#11})
• Takes a hit from an OMAC and shows some agility ^{(Countdown Week 42/#10})
• Dies of the virus ^{(Countdown Week 45/#7})
• Time Trapper puts his and Una's bodies in the mainline Earth when they had died in Earth-51 ^{(Action Comics #864})

Misc

• As a Legionnaire, he has a Legion flight ring ^{(Karate Kid #1})
• Invited his 20th-century friend to his wedding, not realizing she was in love with him ^{(The Brave and the Bold #198})
• Man married a princess. Respect. ^{(Legion of Super-Heroes Vol 2 annual 2})
• Brave enough to try to hit Darkseid with a flying kick, though all it accomplishes is knocking himself out. ^{(Legion of Super-Heroes vol 2 #294})
• It's implied he somehow came back/will come back to life again, but this wasn't elaborated on because of the Flashpoint thanks Barry ^{(Legion of Super-Heroes vol 6 #6})
  • Time Trapper also foreshadowed this ^{(Action Comics 864})

Hi all. Just wanted to try getting a narrowed down idea of my type. Feel free to comment your thoughts! Thanks!
• How old are you? What's your gender? Give us a general description of yourself.
I'm a 25 year-old male. I'm a diligent student and am living away from my home country for now 9 years. Ive spent those 9 years trying to understand the way the society works here and have adapted rather well, to the point where people can't tell I'm a foreigner. I'm pretty active, although it's more so activity for the sake of activity. As such, I'm kinda fit.
• Is there a medical diagnosis that may impact your mental stability somehow?
Yes. GAD and PTSD.
• If you had to spend an entire weekend by yourself, how would you feel? Would you feel lonely or refreshed?
I would have fomo if I were to see everyone else that I deem as friend doing something cool on socials. Then I would become resentful. However, I myself am perfectly okay being in my own company. I prefer it. That is not to say I don't like being with my frens. I would feel refreshed but there would come a point where I would feel as if I can't bear being so alone. Especially after long periods of time. However, I am accustomed to being alone and finding the joy in it. Like I said, I would resent the very sociable folks because I felt left out
• What kinds of activities do you prefer? Do you like, and are you good at sports? Do you enjoy any other outdoor or indoor activities?
I like activities that i can enjoy anywhere. Though i think this is because of how used to using a phone i am. Mobile gaming etc... is pretty neat. I like activities in which i can see a story unfold. Reading is one of them, iwas a huge reader as a kid. But i gravitate more so towards watching cool shows. However i much prefer shows and things that arent as popular because then people wont annoyingly yap about the surface level of the shows that we mutually have watched. Though I do like creative activities, like painting, I also like shopping and walking around. I like doing things that I feel are leading towards something grand. So, for instance, journaling and practicing a skill daily brings me some pleasure. I used to be a huge football fan until I realized how corrupt the sport was. I do like some sports though. I've always liked tossing and catching balls, playing with bouncy balls as a kid etc... I like skateboarding, though I haven't owned one in years.
• How curious are you? Do you have more ideas then you can execute? What are your curiosities about? What are your ideas about - is it environmental or conceptual, and can you please elaborate?
Quite curious. I'm sometimes out of touch with reality just entertaining my mental musings. I will be sat and thinking about some random topic or thing iused to hear about and then research it. I'll try to make sense of the world and the "why" behind things. For example; why do I have nightmares when it's cold? Why are xyz so unreasonable? Why am I so attached to this toy? Why don't people do instead of y? I feel like social media has influenced this process tho. Giving us random things to consume, it leads us to clicking on videos and articles that spark new interests so easily and quickly, so I'm unsure. Though I tend to want to know why certain things are happening or WHAT is happening. Especially if theres like a crown gasping at something, for instance.
• Would you enjoy taking on a leadership position? Do you think you would be good at it? What would your leadership style be?
i have taken leadership positions in the past, and I did well. I much prefer to appeal to the good nature of my "teammates" and encourage them to do a good job.however, I prefer to select my team. I do not want laziness or incompetence in my crew. So I will scan my options and choose who I will team up with. If I have options that are limited to not-so-skilled individuals, I will play a leadership role and do most of the thinking. Tho I don't enjoy it.
• Are you coordinated? Why do you feel as if you are or are not? Do you enjoy working with your hands in some form? Describe your activity?
i'm coordinated, yeah. I actually prefer situations where I can grasp the essence of a problem and use my hands. I prefer writing over reading, so I guess I like using my hands fo effect the mediums I work with. I used to want to be like a spy who is interacting with a bunch of gadgets and mobilizing himself towards a goal. My activity is usually at my own pace. I frequently try to finish tasks ahead of schedule because I want to spend more time lazing around and doing whatever I want. I tend to seek clarity in instructions I am given and sequentially take care of each piece of the task I am given. I recently started using to do lists because the workload became HUGE. I will, however, not compromise my comfort.
• Are you artistic? If yes, describe your art? If you are not particular artistic but can appreciate art please likewise describe what forms of art you enjoy. Please explain your answer.
i am. I am skilled with pencil shading and line art and do pretty well with colours and aesthetics. I know what I like and try to make something that appeals to me and is objectively nice. I tend to also make pieces that resonate with myself, so things that I like. I even sought to learn to draw faces to draw myself and my friends ad fantasy characters. I'm good with visual arts but I'm also a pretty good actor. I've always excelled at making accents and role playing. I like thinking of people in terms of the archetypes they fill and even portray my friends in memes
• What's your opinion about the past, present, and future? How do you deal with them?
The past, I have a love hate relationship with it. I made mistakes that I regret and have been through horrible things. But I do appreciate things from the past that bring me meaning. Certain flavors, sceneries, good memories. As for the present, I tend to be locked out of the present moment. I struggle to live in the moment and can seem rather weird. I think more about things than actually doing them. It feels like I play a character at any given moment for any given interaction tho. As for the future, I tend to find it weird. I want a better future and sometimes think, in a tight situation, "don't worry. Tomorrow this will be over." I love thinking that the future is open and that better days are ahead. I often wonder what it will feel like doing things ive never done. Absent of anxiety, that is. With anxiety, whole different story. "Tomorrow is bound to be worse than today" when anxious
• How do you act when others request your help to do something (anything)? If you would decide to help them, why would you do so?
i help those i'm cool with or at least neutral towards. If the individual is full of nonsense and lazy or offers no value in return, no way.
• How important is efficiency and productivity to you?
I've been lazy all mylifr and I never stopped hearing about it. So just to prove people wrong, I will move bricks and mountains. Whichever is important to a degree of thinking "less is more". Productivity is alright too, but at my own pace ofc
• What are your hobbies? Why do you like them?
i listen to music, journal, watch cartoons and movies, work out, walk, try to find ways to "fix" my life (my friends tell me this is what I do most), play games, try some good food, meditate (I tend to neglect this one), research interesting things, draw, accomplish a goal
• What is your learning style? What kind of learning environments do you struggle with most? Why do you like/struggle with these learning styles? Do you prefer classes involving memorization, logic, creativity, or your physical senses?
I hate classes with lots of aural input from a lecturer, If it triggers my misophonia.i prefer learning things practically. explanations will just have me needing to read more and try to focus on boring notes. Using my hands and brains is preferred. I score high in Kinesthetic for VARK tests. Oh, and visual. I prefer classes that involve logic, creativity and physical senses. I can memorize things but this is the most tedious learning style for me.
• How good are you at strategizing? Do you easily break up projects into manageable tasks? Or do you have a tendency to wing projects and improvise as you go?
I can strategise when needed. I weigh the task up first. If the task at hand is hard, I will break it down and dedicate more energy to it. Else, I'll just do what feels right. I even ignore instructions sometimes.
• What do the "highs" in your life look like?
The flavour of the world feels warm, with a tinge of coldness. I would feel as if my suffering paid off and I am nowhere except where I am supposed to be. That there is no rush and no need to care of what others think about me. Where I can just do what I deem best amd find a balance between stability and adventure
• What do the "lows" in your life look like?
Nightmares, hypichondriasis, overthinking, rumination, anxiety, panic, jealousy, having no autonomy
• How attached are you to reality? Do you daydream often, or do you pay attention to what's around you? If you do daydream, are you aware of your surroundings while you do so?
I daydream quite a lot. But I will still feel what's around me enough to get somewhere where I can be in my head in peace. XD
• Imagine you are alone in a blank, empty room. There is nothing for you to do and no one to talk to. What do you think about?
I like empty rooms, especially if they used to be lively and full of people in past events. Goes to show that no matter what happens, some things remain. I would think of what life would be like if I were to live here forever. I would also be reminded of that meme where there's just a futon, a screen, a fridge and a katana: "all men need to be happy". If the room has no windows or doors, I'd be scared. Assuming it has windows and a door, I would look outside, eventually. How big is the room? If it's a HUUUUGE empty hall, that's so cool. I'd walk around and imagine myself in some great elvish building and maybe even lie down to see the roof. I even dreamt of such a building before, hexagon shaped cross section.
• How long do you take to make an important decision? And do you change your mind once you've made it?
I take a bloody long time to decide on anything important. For instance, i took 4 hours to decide what race my DnD character would be. Once I've made my decision, I will not regret it unless it goes wrong
• How long do you take to process your emotions? How important are emotions in your life?
I have always tended to act on emotion but i have been more balanced in the past 4 years. I regulate them to not make a mess and use them to deem what I will and will not tolerate in the future. I enjoy expressing them
• Do you ever catch yourself agreeing with others just to appease them and keep the conversation going? How often? Why?
No. Cause that's fake. If I don't agree, I'll just say "cool" and move on. Why talk if I'm going to say what YOU want to hear? I must say what I want to say.
• Do you break rules often? Do you think authority should be challenged, or that they know better? If you do break rules, why?
Yeah, but I often get told that what I'm doing isn't right and then I just get mad at the person that told me that. "No sir you can't wear shoes in this room" I'll think cwell, screw you too!" Besides that, I often follow the rules of any given institution well enough.

Hello everyone,
On my last training period, I was doing some dives to 40m and throughout that 3 week period after each session, I would have small amounts of blood in my phlegm when I forced myself to clear my throat (I didn't really have the urge). The blood would go away after about 2/3 spits. I went to see a dive doctor who told me that I had no damage to my trachea or lung but that I had an abrasion in my mouth/upper larynx. He said that I could continue diving no problem. In the mirror I could see the abrasion in my upper larynx.
I was wondering if anyone experienced this or knows what the cause could be?
I did suffer a trachea squeeze at the end of this training period and it felt much more different. I was spitting blood for a few days and my breathing was harder. Of course, I stopped diving.
I am about to start a 1 month training period in Dahab in about 3 weeks so started doing some dry lung stretches. I started off easy but this morning, just after I woke up, I also had a tiny bit of blood in my phlegm. I looked at the back of my throat and could see some abrasion which is where I think the blood is coming from.
I have been trying to find out why this happens and was wondering if anyone knows something.
Thanks,
Lucas