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2024.05.21 17:24 thomascgalvin Primal Hunter: Thanks for the recaps
I just started the latest Primal Hunter, and Zogarth tossed in a line about how he wasn't sure anyone actually reads the recaps at the start of each book.
Personally, I find them very useful, and wish more authors included them. I'm reading half a dozen series right now that are more than ten books long, and I only read on Kindle, not Royal Road, so it's six months to a year between books.
And no, I don't remember that Kal'Taber of the Veshi Clan is fighting the Iron Sage for control of the Ember of Purity in Series One, and Taber'Kal of the Shive Clan is battling the Steel Guru to gain ownership of the Flames of Righteousness in Series Two.
So thanks, Zogarth, the recaps are awesome, and really help me jump back into the story.
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Personally, I find them very useful, and wish more authors included them. I'm reading half a dozen series right now that are more than ten books long, and I only read on Kindle, not Royal Road, so it's six months to a year between books.
And no, I don't remember that Kal'Taber of the Veshi Clan is fighting the Iron Sage for control of the Ember of Purity in Series One, and Taber'Kal of the Shive Clan is battling the Steel Guru to gain ownership of the Flames of Righteousness in Series Two.
So thanks, Zogarth, the recaps are awesome, and really help me jump back into the story.
2024.05.21 17:24 Professional_Prune11 Escape From Heavalun Section Three: Doctoral Dread
Whats up my dudes, we are back at it with another chapter for you all. We are getting the swing of things and have another chapter or two to start the main plot fully, we are just getting to know our leads for now. I hope you enjoy
Lets get this bread
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The movement from the nightclub to Stitch’s clinic was grueling. Typically lugging a passed-out HVI or some other sod halfway across the city's district would not be a challenge. With his cybernetics, Conor was in decent enough shape and could sprint ten kilometers in full battle rattle without breaking a sweat, but Conor had pushed himself and didn’t need to wax a few Voodal in his way.
Conor had heard that Kurlatra were dense, but his assumptions about how heavy they were came nowhere close to the reality of picking one up.
Whatever this woman's name was, she likely weighed north of eighty kilograms. It was a shock because she was a meter and a half tall at most. For Urka’s sake, Conor only weighed one hundred and fifty kilograms despite being two meters tall and filled to the brim with wires.
He thought a bit about the woman's build and realized why she must weigh so much. She had hips and legs that could crush a man's skull. Along with a pair of tits just big enough that they would overflow from your hands.
Conner was made all the more well aware of those traits as he adjusted her to ensure he would not drop the little lass. Her fatty chest and plump thighs would try to swallow his hip each time he did. No sentient this small had any right being heavier than his entire breacher kit, explosives, anti-rifle armor, and all.
If not for Brakul expecting this rosey scag to be delivered to Stitch’s place, Conor would have lugged her to his safe house, which was far closer. But no, he had another job and order to follow.
The only shining light on this impromptu extraction was that the Voodal did not follow him. He had been worried about that last ganger he had shot; they had only eaten one round through the midchest. At the time, it looked like it might not have been a heart shot, and since he was picking this bimbo up at the time, he did not have a chance to ensure they were put down permanently.
Conor took a deep breath as he rounded the corner into a dirty alleyway, leaving the bustling thoroughfare behind. Thankfully, the residents of Heavalun knew better than to mess with him or anyone else who regularly did mercenary work, especially when they were carrying a body—alive or not.
Those who stopped his type tended not to live long, so he was ignored other than a few passing glances.
After traveling a few meters into the alleyway, Conor stopped and tucked behind a dumpster. His feet squelched in a puddle of rank trash water leaking from the impromptu cover. While Conor was reasonably sure no one had followed him, a quick double-check was always good for his skin.
Conor did not want to bring trouble to Stitch’s place. He did not have the slightest idea where he would find another techy who could synthesize the cocktail of stimulants Stitch made to keep his broken body held together. Pissing the tech head off was not high on his priority list.
Over the next ten minutes, the only thing his thermal vision picked up between him and the main road was a few Zlit rats scurrying atop discarded food. Their fleshy tendrils groped the garbage and pulled it into maws of razor-sharp teeth.
The sight of them sent a shiver down his spine. Those foul little mammals were high on his list of hated creatures, having been bitten by them more than once since he was a kid slinking around the gutters of Heavalun.
Pushing those memories away, Conor traveled deeper and rounded a blind corner. The sounds of the crowd's chatter entirely vanished as he entered the backstreet where Stitch’s clinic was nestled.
The rest of the journey was only a few hundred meters and only required Conor to sidestep some used needles and shit; He also had to kick one homeless bum who tried to grab the girl out of the cover of his jacket. Usually, he would have just shot the piece of hreck shit, but with his hands full, a swift boot to the jaw got the message across.
With the bum limping away, broken jaw clutched in pain, Conor hammered on the metal door; its frame and the neon sign to its side quivered under his brute strength. Then began the worst part of dealing with Stitch, waiting for the asshole to open the door.
Conor waited until ten minutes had passed and received no answer. Then he punched the door harder, his metal hand denting the surface. Several seconds later, a heavily synthesized voice echoed out of the speakers hidden around the area—speakers that Conor had never been able to locate, no matter how fervently he tried.
“What do you want, Conor?” Stitch questioned. “Did you break more of your wiring?”
Conor sighed heavily, knowing Stitch had this entire block wired with multispectrum cameras and could see him a kilometer out. If this were a visit for his wiring, Stitch would know. The man was just being paranoid and wanted Conor to state his business.
“I got a girl I need you to check up on,” Conor said, pushing his jacket slightly open and letting the girl's ref scales shine.
“What another hooker pass out on a bad trip?” Stitch chuckled cruelly. “This is the fourth this month; you are getting soft merc.”
Rolling his eyes, Conor could admit he was softer than most of the other mercenaries and gangsters in the city's neutral sections. Having seen his fair share of how bad this city can be, Conor did his best not to fuck over those who were just down on bad times and were not trying to cause him issues.
Life was arduous enough for them. So he gave back by lugging hookers and junkies to the nearest tech head and paying for their treatment or the closest Zential clinic. The Zentials were more than willing to treat the downtrodden for free, unlike the other medical services in Heavalun—stitch included.
He considered it his way of giving back and maybe finding Urka's good grace. Perhaps the god might forgive him for being a general piece of hreck shit if he continued to until he did. But he would not know until he finally kicked the bucket.
His intervention was a drop of clean water in the ocean of venom in this city. The other locals were more than willing to pick those he aided clean in minutes. They might as well be a swarm of bealit beatles eating carrion with how ravenous they were.
“It ain’t that. Just open the damn door,” Conor growled, punching the door again.
“Hold on, you greased-up cyborg,” Stitch frantically complained, worried that Conor would break his door again.
Conor smirked, glad the strange form of tolerance he and Stitch had built over the years was still strong. At this point, it was their modus operandi. Neither hated the other; no, they respected one another's role in this shithole.
Both toles put them in harm's way and brought them respect and infamy.
However, Conor found the way the denizens of Heavalun treated them funny. If you asked the average COS or GU citizen, who was more brutal: a mercenary with a pension for hyper-violence and little regard for collateral damage—-or a skeletal Itelv doctor who regularly performs life-saving surgery? They would choose Conor ten out of ten times. They did not know Stitch like Conor, Brakul, or most of the people in this city section.
They would tell you the truth of the good doctor.
They would weave you a tale of a greedy, crit-pinching asshole and that Stitch was the type of man who would stitch up for pay but would just as quickly harvest your organs for sale, or Urka forbid he would stick some experimental tech inside you and wait for your inevitable death to retrieve his property.
The door at long last opened with a vile hiss, and a gangly grey-skinned hand forced it open.
Stitch was just about as tall as Conor. But his thin grey limbs made him look one stiff breeze away from taking flight, with only his heavy artificial spider-like legs keeping him firmly on the planet.
Draped over his pencil-thin neck was a once-white apron. After years of use, it was stained with blood, oil, and hydraulic fluid.
“If she ain't one of your precious hookers, put her on the table. I will get my tool ready,” Stitch hissed, jamming his thumb over a shoulder.
“I ain’t selling this one to you either. Girlie got tagged by visage, and I need yah to treat her,” Conor replied, pushing past and laying the blonde on the recovery bed.
“You said she ain’t some hooker,” Stitch complained following, having gotten tired of Conor no longer bringing him fresh meat to sell.
Once Conor turned around and was about to explain the situation, Stitch pressed a bony finger into Conor's chest. “I told you, I'm selling the next one. She is it,”
“Can it doc. She is a client,” Conor replied. “Or are you going to explain to Brakul why you cut her up?”
Stitch clicked his tongue but did not try to move closer. His glassy, verdant eyes pulled Conor and the girl apart as he weighed the pros and cons of allying with Conor and Brakul another time.
“What is in it for me?” Stitch questioned, tapping a finger on a scalpel attached to his tool belt.
Conor sighed, realizing he should have expected this question, but he was not the broker of deals. That was Brakul’s schtick, and he was running late.
“You can take her jewelry and any credsticks you find on her. Alright?” Conor replied, knowing Brakul likely would have made a similar deal.
Stitch nodded and slinked closer to the woman. He lifted the necklace from her chest and carefully examined the jewels with a prudish eye any good businessman should have. After Stitch activated his magnified eyes, his cornea glowed gold, letting him see the atoms of the shiny trinket.
The doctor grinned cruelly, letting his crystalline teeth show proudly. The sight was unsettling and made Conor grip his pistol, fearing the doctor would flip his shit and decide it was not enough payment and try to cut the girl up.
But he did not start to slice her skin open. Instead, he sniggered nearly uncontrollably for a few moments, then spoke. “Yes, yes, yes. This will do just fine,” He sneered.
Conor was unsure what the jewels were, but they must be worth far more than he initially thought. For Urka's sake, Stitch was drooling on the necklace and the passed-out girl's chest.
“Good. So you will take care of her?” Conor questioned, needing to hear an assured answer.
Quickly slipping the jewelry into his pocket, Stitch looked back at Conor, his demeanor having done a complete one-eighty. “Of course, I always have room for paying customers.”
“Oh sweet, Conor, you handled the deal,” Brakul said, having just stepped in through the doors.
Why Brakul was allowed unfettered access to Stitch’s clinic and Conor was not something Conor had wondered for years but had accepted it as something to do with their role in the duo.
“Yeah, and he will watch the client. But we had yet to lay out the finer details,” Conor explained.
“Ah, no issue, I can take it from here,” Brakul replied.
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The movement from the nightclub to Stitch’s clinic was grueling. Typically lugging a passed-out HVI or some other sod halfway across the city's district would not be a challenge. With his cybernetics, Conor was in decent enough shape and could sprint ten kilometers in full battle rattle without breaking a sweat, but Conor had pushed himself and didn’t need to wax a few Voodal in his way.
Conor had heard that Kurlatra were dense, but his assumptions about how heavy they were came nowhere close to the reality of picking one up.
Whatever this woman's name was, she likely weighed north of eighty kilograms. It was a shock because she was a meter and a half tall at most. For Urka’s sake, Conor only weighed one hundred and fifty kilograms despite being two meters tall and filled to the brim with wires.
He thought a bit about the woman's build and realized why she must weigh so much. She had hips and legs that could crush a man's skull. Along with a pair of tits just big enough that they would overflow from your hands.
Conner was made all the more well aware of those traits as he adjusted her to ensure he would not drop the little lass. Her fatty chest and plump thighs would try to swallow his hip each time he did. No sentient this small had any right being heavier than his entire breacher kit, explosives, anti-rifle armor, and all.
If not for Brakul expecting this rosey scag to be delivered to Stitch’s place, Conor would have lugged her to his safe house, which was far closer. But no, he had another job and order to follow.
The only shining light on this impromptu extraction was that the Voodal did not follow him. He had been worried about that last ganger he had shot; they had only eaten one round through the midchest. At the time, it looked like it might not have been a heart shot, and since he was picking this bimbo up at the time, he did not have a chance to ensure they were put down permanently.
Conor took a deep breath as he rounded the corner into a dirty alleyway, leaving the bustling thoroughfare behind. Thankfully, the residents of Heavalun knew better than to mess with him or anyone else who regularly did mercenary work, especially when they were carrying a body—alive or not.
Those who stopped his type tended not to live long, so he was ignored other than a few passing glances.
After traveling a few meters into the alleyway, Conor stopped and tucked behind a dumpster. His feet squelched in a puddle of rank trash water leaking from the impromptu cover. While Conor was reasonably sure no one had followed him, a quick double-check was always good for his skin.
Conor did not want to bring trouble to Stitch’s place. He did not have the slightest idea where he would find another techy who could synthesize the cocktail of stimulants Stitch made to keep his broken body held together. Pissing the tech head off was not high on his priority list.
Over the next ten minutes, the only thing his thermal vision picked up between him and the main road was a few Zlit rats scurrying atop discarded food. Their fleshy tendrils groped the garbage and pulled it into maws of razor-sharp teeth.
The sight of them sent a shiver down his spine. Those foul little mammals were high on his list of hated creatures, having been bitten by them more than once since he was a kid slinking around the gutters of Heavalun.
Pushing those memories away, Conor traveled deeper and rounded a blind corner. The sounds of the crowd's chatter entirely vanished as he entered the backstreet where Stitch’s clinic was nestled.
The rest of the journey was only a few hundred meters and only required Conor to sidestep some used needles and shit; He also had to kick one homeless bum who tried to grab the girl out of the cover of his jacket. Usually, he would have just shot the piece of hreck shit, but with his hands full, a swift boot to the jaw got the message across.
With the bum limping away, broken jaw clutched in pain, Conor hammered on the metal door; its frame and the neon sign to its side quivered under his brute strength. Then began the worst part of dealing with Stitch, waiting for the asshole to open the door.
Conor waited until ten minutes had passed and received no answer. Then he punched the door harder, his metal hand denting the surface. Several seconds later, a heavily synthesized voice echoed out of the speakers hidden around the area—speakers that Conor had never been able to locate, no matter how fervently he tried.
“What do you want, Conor?” Stitch questioned. “Did you break more of your wiring?”
Conor sighed heavily, knowing Stitch had this entire block wired with multispectrum cameras and could see him a kilometer out. If this were a visit for his wiring, Stitch would know. The man was just being paranoid and wanted Conor to state his business.
“I got a girl I need you to check up on,” Conor said, pushing his jacket slightly open and letting the girl's ref scales shine.
“What another hooker pass out on a bad trip?” Stitch chuckled cruelly. “This is the fourth this month; you are getting soft merc.”
Rolling his eyes, Conor could admit he was softer than most of the other mercenaries and gangsters in the city's neutral sections. Having seen his fair share of how bad this city can be, Conor did his best not to fuck over those who were just down on bad times and were not trying to cause him issues.
Life was arduous enough for them. So he gave back by lugging hookers and junkies to the nearest tech head and paying for their treatment or the closest Zential clinic. The Zentials were more than willing to treat the downtrodden for free, unlike the other medical services in Heavalun—stitch included.
He considered it his way of giving back and maybe finding Urka's good grace. Perhaps the god might forgive him for being a general piece of hreck shit if he continued to until he did. But he would not know until he finally kicked the bucket.
His intervention was a drop of clean water in the ocean of venom in this city. The other locals were more than willing to pick those he aided clean in minutes. They might as well be a swarm of bealit beatles eating carrion with how ravenous they were.
“It ain’t that. Just open the damn door,” Conor growled, punching the door again.
“Hold on, you greased-up cyborg,” Stitch frantically complained, worried that Conor would break his door again.
Conor smirked, glad the strange form of tolerance he and Stitch had built over the years was still strong. At this point, it was their modus operandi. Neither hated the other; no, they respected one another's role in this shithole.
Both toles put them in harm's way and brought them respect and infamy.
However, Conor found the way the denizens of Heavalun treated them funny. If you asked the average COS or GU citizen, who was more brutal: a mercenary with a pension for hyper-violence and little regard for collateral damage—-or a skeletal Itelv doctor who regularly performs life-saving surgery? They would choose Conor ten out of ten times. They did not know Stitch like Conor, Brakul, or most of the people in this city section.
They would tell you the truth of the good doctor.
They would weave you a tale of a greedy, crit-pinching asshole and that Stitch was the type of man who would stitch up for pay but would just as quickly harvest your organs for sale, or Urka forbid he would stick some experimental tech inside you and wait for your inevitable death to retrieve his property.
The door at long last opened with a vile hiss, and a gangly grey-skinned hand forced it open.
Stitch was just about as tall as Conor. But his thin grey limbs made him look one stiff breeze away from taking flight, with only his heavy artificial spider-like legs keeping him firmly on the planet.
Draped over his pencil-thin neck was a once-white apron. After years of use, it was stained with blood, oil, and hydraulic fluid.
“If she ain't one of your precious hookers, put her on the table. I will get my tool ready,” Stitch hissed, jamming his thumb over a shoulder.
“I ain’t selling this one to you either. Girlie got tagged by visage, and I need yah to treat her,” Conor replied, pushing past and laying the blonde on the recovery bed.
“You said she ain’t some hooker,” Stitch complained following, having gotten tired of Conor no longer bringing him fresh meat to sell.
Once Conor turned around and was about to explain the situation, Stitch pressed a bony finger into Conor's chest. “I told you, I'm selling the next one. She is it,”
“Can it doc. She is a client,” Conor replied. “Or are you going to explain to Brakul why you cut her up?”
Stitch clicked his tongue but did not try to move closer. His glassy, verdant eyes pulled Conor and the girl apart as he weighed the pros and cons of allying with Conor and Brakul another time.
“What is in it for me?” Stitch questioned, tapping a finger on a scalpel attached to his tool belt.
Conor sighed, realizing he should have expected this question, but he was not the broker of deals. That was Brakul’s schtick, and he was running late.
“You can take her jewelry and any credsticks you find on her. Alright?” Conor replied, knowing Brakul likely would have made a similar deal.
Stitch nodded and slinked closer to the woman. He lifted the necklace from her chest and carefully examined the jewels with a prudish eye any good businessman should have. After Stitch activated his magnified eyes, his cornea glowed gold, letting him see the atoms of the shiny trinket.
The doctor grinned cruelly, letting his crystalline teeth show proudly. The sight was unsettling and made Conor grip his pistol, fearing the doctor would flip his shit and decide it was not enough payment and try to cut the girl up.
But he did not start to slice her skin open. Instead, he sniggered nearly uncontrollably for a few moments, then spoke. “Yes, yes, yes. This will do just fine,” He sneered.
Conor was unsure what the jewels were, but they must be worth far more than he initially thought. For Urka's sake, Stitch was drooling on the necklace and the passed-out girl's chest.
“Good. So you will take care of her?” Conor questioned, needing to hear an assured answer.
Quickly slipping the jewelry into his pocket, Stitch looked back at Conor, his demeanor having done a complete one-eighty. “Of course, I always have room for paying customers.”
“Oh sweet, Conor, you handled the deal,” Brakul said, having just stepped in through the doors.
Why Brakul was allowed unfettered access to Stitch’s clinic and Conor was not something Conor had wondered for years but had accepted it as something to do with their role in the duo.
“Yeah, and he will watch the client. But we had yet to lay out the finer details,” Conor explained.
“Ah, no issue, I can take it from here,” Brakul replied.
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2024.05.21 17:24 PrisonerByNoCrime UCU I Married a Sociopath (Part I)
 | Moments of reflection — what better way to start a week. submitted by PrisonerByNoCrime to SurvivingIncest [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/qzbf6fm1ss1d1.png?width=667&format=png&auto=webp&s=67b7b0559c7c69347f789b2ca5d3a9efb7580487 My father was certainly a psychopath. I believe I gave my hand in marriage at the tender age of 18 to a true sociopath. My father was certainly better at the game then my exhusband. The list above says it all. My father had little interaction with the police even though he murdered a woman. He knew how to stay hidden. My exhusband couldn’t keep a valid driver’s license and was in trouble with the police constantly. While both men were pedophiles, one knew the game better than the other. I was left to believe that because my ex didn’t know how to hide as well as my father, I thought he was less harmful. I couldn’t have been farther from the truth. From Professor Dr. Kemal Arikan, “The term “sociopath” is generally used by the public to define an unscrupulous person, while the term “psychopath” is used to describe a sociopathic person who is more dangerous, such as serial killers.” So, I’ve described the two men perfectly with these terms. Unfortunately, they left me very unsafe. My ex felt like a better person to me than my father only because he hadn’t murdered. What’s my point to all this? When you come from a deeply traumatic childhood be very careful to watch who you align yourself with in adulthood. Are chosers have been altered and we will try to replicate what we know. Our minds tell us we aren’t doing that, but we are. As a recent guest on my podcast (Judy Kowalsky, author of The Art of Britsle) said, “I kept finding the same people.” Indeed that is the truth before we begin to research and find our authentic self — the rest of the story. I’ll continue next week. This week’s reflection should be: 1) Am I safe with the people around me? 2) Are my children safe? 3) Am I in the zone of truth where I know I can accurately discern my environment? |
2024.05.21 17:23 Puzzleheaded_Gas_750 Lesson learned in quickplay
I almost always run quickplay because I always get that glitch where new players won't join your ship after the first mission. It sucks having to restart the game after every mission just to get through an op. I usually just say fuck it and try to help other randoms out in quickplay.
I joined a dif 6 yesterday that had just started. Ended up with a couple low level 20's. Perfect, they seem pretty competent and will need samples. The main obj and extraction was at the top of the map, and we ran through it pretty quickly. With about 30 min left, they fumbled with a light outpost near extraction. The three of them were there, so I figured they could handle it and started heading towards the rest of the stuff at the bottom of the map.
As I finished two light outposts by myself, they call extraction. The three of them are just sitting on it, with 20+ min on the mission and like 14 reinforcements, wtf. I told them in chat to just sit in extraction while I handle the rest. I took out two more medium outpost, including an artillery, activated a SAM, and collected a shit ton of samples while doing it.
I'm running and gunning, thinking " This is great, I'll get us 22 commons and 17 rares. Plenty of time, only a heavy outpost left, and I got full eagles and an orbital laser I've been saving. Best of all, the pelican would already be waiting at extraction for me. Let's get it"
Should've known.
The second I finish the heavy , one of the randoms jumps in the pelican and starts the timer. What the actual fuck. We have 10 min left, and I'm all the way across the map. With all the samples. They were kind enough to let me solo more than half the mission while they picked their nose at extract, just to screw us all out of the free samples and their time. I told them in chat that I had all the samples and that it was a dick move to start extraction when there was no way I could get back, and we're not going to get any rewards for the time and effort. So naturally I got kicked.
If they were just screwing with me, then kudos I guess. Elaborate and frustrating. 9.9/10 the community in this game is pretty great, and the worst you have to worry about is someone just not knowing how stuff works, but god damn. Last straw for me, I will only host from now on. I will not tolerate such undemocratic behavior on the SES Dream of Steel.
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I joined a dif 6 yesterday that had just started. Ended up with a couple low level 20's. Perfect, they seem pretty competent and will need samples. The main obj and extraction was at the top of the map, and we ran through it pretty quickly. With about 30 min left, they fumbled with a light outpost near extraction. The three of them were there, so I figured they could handle it and started heading towards the rest of the stuff at the bottom of the map.
As I finished two light outposts by myself, they call extraction. The three of them are just sitting on it, with 20+ min on the mission and like 14 reinforcements, wtf. I told them in chat to just sit in extraction while I handle the rest. I took out two more medium outpost, including an artillery, activated a SAM, and collected a shit ton of samples while doing it.
I'm running and gunning, thinking " This is great, I'll get us 22 commons and 17 rares. Plenty of time, only a heavy outpost left, and I got full eagles and an orbital laser I've been saving. Best of all, the pelican would already be waiting at extraction for me. Let's get it"
Should've known.
The second I finish the heavy , one of the randoms jumps in the pelican and starts the timer. What the actual fuck. We have 10 min left, and I'm all the way across the map. With all the samples. They were kind enough to let me solo more than half the mission while they picked their nose at extract, just to screw us all out of the free samples and their time. I told them in chat that I had all the samples and that it was a dick move to start extraction when there was no way I could get back, and we're not going to get any rewards for the time and effort. So naturally I got kicked.
If they were just screwing with me, then kudos I guess. Elaborate and frustrating. 9.9/10 the community in this game is pretty great, and the worst you have to worry about is someone just not knowing how stuff works, but god damn. Last straw for me, I will only host from now on. I will not tolerate such undemocratic behavior on the SES Dream of Steel.
2024.05.21 17:23 Youngcardina1s Does this door canopy need resealed?
 | Apologies for two posts in one day! While looking for a solution to reseal the external of the en suite window above this door canopy...i then leant out and discovered the join of the canopy to the wall is a right mess! Either seperated over time due to it swelling/contracting, or a bodge job to begin with. Ten year old house, only been in it a year. I just wasn't sure if this was likely rendered behind and the canopy then put on, or water is likely soaking into bare block work behind. submitted by Youngcardina1s to DIYUK [link] [comments] I'm trying to sort all issues that would involve making things water tight. The previous owners did feck all, and made no use of their 2 year snagging period. |
2024.05.21 17:23 unconventionalpahadi AIW for "allegedly" misleading my friend after we hooked up?
The friend I'm referring to in the title of this post, I met him in 10th grade and it's almost been 10 years since then. We were really tight until the recent turn of events.
I had recently broken up with my boyfriend after a 3 year long relationship and it was a tough pill to swallow. I'm a person with ADHD and I get anxiety very easily, so this was a tough phase and a lot of my friends and family were around me during these times. Among, them was my friend who I'm talking about.
After a couple of months after my break up, we had planned a movie night together. He had come over to my apartment and we had decided to drink wine and watch something. After a long deliberation, we decided to watch a RomCom. Somewhere in the middle of the movie, I got a little emotional and seeing this my friend just stopped the movie and tried consoling me. It was a cute moment between us, and I loved the attention. Not long after, we were kissing passionately. One thing led to another, and I had my hands in his pants very soon. At this point of time, I looked him in the eyes, and I told him, "This is nothing serious, and probably a one time thing" and to this he replied, "Ofcourse", with a scoff and we proceeded almost immediately.
It was a night with lots of wild sex. We had our moments in between. A lot of things were said while we were at it. He kept telling me how beautiful I was and I kept telling me how much I'm enjoying the moment. He told me that he wanted this to happen since a long time, and I kinda felt validated. Cutting to the chase, we had a crazy fun night. We cuddled for a bit later, and dozed off.
Next morning, when I woke up, he had prepared breakfast for me, which I thought was very sweet of him. While eating though, he confessed that he had developed feelings for me and wanted to date me. This surprised me, because I wasn't expecting this. I was taken aback. And I probably didn't take it well, I told him that we didn't have a chance and that I wasn't ready. The talks got serious and both of us got a little agitated.
Fast forward to today, it's been two weeks since then. We ain't talking no more because according to my friend, I misled him and "used" him for sex. This I consider too unfair, because I had made it clear to him that it was a one time thing and that no feelings were to be involved. His accusations further made it worse and we had a huge fight over this whole scene. It's been really tough since then, but I don't want to go back apologizing for something I didn't do. I don't even know if this is the end of our friendship or not.
Am I Wrong?
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I had recently broken up with my boyfriend after a 3 year long relationship and it was a tough pill to swallow. I'm a person with ADHD and I get anxiety very easily, so this was a tough phase and a lot of my friends and family were around me during these times. Among, them was my friend who I'm talking about.
After a couple of months after my break up, we had planned a movie night together. He had come over to my apartment and we had decided to drink wine and watch something. After a long deliberation, we decided to watch a RomCom. Somewhere in the middle of the movie, I got a little emotional and seeing this my friend just stopped the movie and tried consoling me. It was a cute moment between us, and I loved the attention. Not long after, we were kissing passionately. One thing led to another, and I had my hands in his pants very soon. At this point of time, I looked him in the eyes, and I told him, "This is nothing serious, and probably a one time thing" and to this he replied, "Ofcourse", with a scoff and we proceeded almost immediately.
It was a night with lots of wild sex. We had our moments in between. A lot of things were said while we were at it. He kept telling me how beautiful I was and I kept telling me how much I'm enjoying the moment. He told me that he wanted this to happen since a long time, and I kinda felt validated. Cutting to the chase, we had a crazy fun night. We cuddled for a bit later, and dozed off.
Next morning, when I woke up, he had prepared breakfast for me, which I thought was very sweet of him. While eating though, he confessed that he had developed feelings for me and wanted to date me. This surprised me, because I wasn't expecting this. I was taken aback. And I probably didn't take it well, I told him that we didn't have a chance and that I wasn't ready. The talks got serious and both of us got a little agitated.
Fast forward to today, it's been two weeks since then. We ain't talking no more because according to my friend, I misled him and "used" him for sex. This I consider too unfair, because I had made it clear to him that it was a one time thing and that no feelings were to be involved. His accusations further made it worse and we had a huge fight over this whole scene. It's been really tough since then, but I don't want to go back apologizing for something I didn't do. I don't even know if this is the end of our friendship or not.
Am I Wrong?
2024.05.21 17:23 Ok_Calligrapher9716 Tj maxx
Okay im not looking for Negativity Because I already know what I did was wrong but im just venting to vent, So recently I did a very immature thing.and im owning up to it,
I worked at tj maxx since Christmas time. It started off great the hours were steady and weekly pay was nice, Then not Christmas time the hours started to get really bad. It went from working 5 days in the beginning to only working 3 and then 2. I am not these children that are okay with making minimum wage and getting children hours. So eventually hours started picking up again but then realizing I only get hours when someone either calls out or request off. so with that being said my highest paycheck working there was only roughly close to $400. then at times id barely make $300 . who can live off that? plus I take Ubers to work. so half my check literally went to rides to work,
Moving on to the point of my stupidity ,
So two weeks I had hours worth Monday-friday 11:30-5 as a cashier.( I don't know whats wrong with customers now a days ...thats another story time.) all those days I was cashier never again. so wed I did a no call no show..As expected I did get a call but I didn't answer it. ..I just couldn't take it anymore, then I Ididnt show up the following, days. In my head I didn't think about if they thought something happened to me I just thought eventually they would take me off the schedule and move on ...nope...I was wrong.... I understand the first 2 days with the phone call I do ....but then they call me at 9pm which wasn't even the time im ever at work. then they called me the next day and the day after that. So the 9pm one came in and I was like okay this is too far...Now normal people would have just taken the phone call ....But now im to far into this, so I emailed the Hr but they didn't respond yet cause there business hours were closed. until Monday ....Then they called my emergency contact. then my emergency contact called me . and well she didn't answer the phone either she listened to the voice mail. ...So with all this being said... I finally got an email ,back from Hr this morning....Do I email them back or just let it go hoping they know im not working there anymore ...because I checked the work app and they still have me on the schedule for next week ....
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I worked at tj maxx since Christmas time. It started off great the hours were steady and weekly pay was nice, Then not Christmas time the hours started to get really bad. It went from working 5 days in the beginning to only working 3 and then 2. I am not these children that are okay with making minimum wage and getting children hours. So eventually hours started picking up again but then realizing I only get hours when someone either calls out or request off. so with that being said my highest paycheck working there was only roughly close to $400. then at times id barely make $300 . who can live off that? plus I take Ubers to work. so half my check literally went to rides to work,
Moving on to the point of my stupidity ,
So two weeks I had hours worth Monday-friday 11:30-5 as a cashier.( I don't know whats wrong with customers now a days ...thats another story time.) all those days I was cashier never again. so wed I did a no call no show..As expected I did get a call but I didn't answer it. ..I just couldn't take it anymore, then I Ididnt show up the following, days. In my head I didn't think about if they thought something happened to me I just thought eventually they would take me off the schedule and move on ...nope...I was wrong.... I understand the first 2 days with the phone call I do ....but then they call me at 9pm which wasn't even the time im ever at work. then they called me the next day and the day after that. So the 9pm one came in and I was like okay this is too far...Now normal people would have just taken the phone call ....But now im to far into this, so I emailed the Hr but they didn't respond yet cause there business hours were closed. until Monday ....Then they called my emergency contact. then my emergency contact called me . and well she didn't answer the phone either she listened to the voice mail. ...So with all this being said... I finally got an email ,back from Hr this morning....Do I email them back or just let it go hoping they know im not working there anymore ...because I checked the work app and they still have me on the schedule for next week ....
2024.05.21 17:23 wenlee01 Early Math Skills:5 Fun Activities to Introduce Numbers and Shapes
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Materials: A small basket and cardboard forms ( circle, triangle, square, etc.. ).
Materials: Playdough in different colors and shapes cutters
Materials: Bingo cards made at home with numbers and shapes, as well as small markers.
Materials: Simple recipes, materials, measuring cups, and spoons are what you will need.
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2024.05.21 17:23 ADancingBanana PrismReads has free books today
If you go on PrismReads.com, they are having an LGBTQIA+ book blast. All books are free. Download one or all. Now make sure something is the genre you like if you go. Some are fantasy, some are not, but they're all LGBTQIA+ and free. Did I mention free? I like free things 😄 some ARE definitely fantasy.
The only one on their that I've already read is Gilded Lies by Julie Mannino. That one is definitely fantasy and also romance (far more plot and not smutty). I recommend that one since I've finished the trilogy and loved it. I needed something short today, so I'll be reading The Monster's Desperate Prey by Ciara Bane. Don't judge😁
Here is a handy dandy list of the books I've copied for you. Please check prices. Apparently there can be glitches at times. If you come here late, I'd say you should have a look because while the event is one day, maybe some books will stay free for more than one. Anyway, enjoy!
Topped by My Father-in-law – Jay L. North Of Books and Paper Dragons – Vaela Denarr & Micah Iannandrea
Paint It Black – Kaos Emslie
Rise of the Resistance – Niranjan
Fractured Alliances – Niranjan
Last of Daylight – Nicole Hayes
Caught Up in Leaves and Vines – Jake Graham
The Fairy Festival – Arizona Tape
The Seven: Wooden Edition – Erin Curran
Hunt You Down – Rae Simmons
Gambit – TK Eldridge
Revelations: An Epic Dystopian Science Fiction – Ronin Romero
A Glorious Mess, Silver Locket Origins, Book 1 – Kennedy Sutton
Godsfall: The Book of One – Adam Gaffen
Gilded Lies An MM Fairy Prince Romance (Midas Book 1) – Julie Mannino
Bound by Scars & Secrets – Sienna Archer
Compass To My Heart – Bennu Bright
Soren – miranda page
No Rest for the Wicked (Life is Hell book 1) – Naomi Valkyrie
Sin on a Dark Knight – Rhiannon Futch
The Monster’s Desperate Prey – Ciara Bane
Worked by the Werewolf – Ciara Bane
The Vampire’s Kiss – Rae Simmons
Waves – Howl Avery
Devour – Howl Avery
How to Get a Girlfriend (When You’re a Terrifying Monster) – Marie Cardno
Her Unforgotten Bear Mate – Arizona Tape Surrogate Omega – Jacey Davis
Surprised by Fate – RS McKenzie
Omega’s Forever Home – Lacey Daize
Garden of Secrets – Drake LaMarque
Mark’s Promise – JoJo Stone
Persuade You – Ashley Rayne
Seeking Two Lovers – Lynn Burke
A Beach Far Away – BL Maxwell
Spark: A Chanukah Sport – Allie Lasky
Olivia’s Loving Threesome – Tamara Earthsong
Choke – Charity Parkerson
A Murder for Crow – layla dorine
After Hours – Becca Lamb
The Seven: Wooden Edition – Erin Curran
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The only one on their that I've already read is Gilded Lies by Julie Mannino. That one is definitely fantasy and also romance (far more plot and not smutty). I recommend that one since I've finished the trilogy and loved it. I needed something short today, so I'll be reading The Monster's Desperate Prey by Ciara Bane. Don't judge😁
Here is a handy dandy list of the books I've copied for you. Please check prices. Apparently there can be glitches at times. If you come here late, I'd say you should have a look because while the event is one day, maybe some books will stay free for more than one. Anyway, enjoy!
Topped by My Father-in-law – Jay L. North Of Books and Paper Dragons – Vaela Denarr & Micah Iannandrea
Paint It Black – Kaos Emslie
Rise of the Resistance – Niranjan
Fractured Alliances – Niranjan
Last of Daylight – Nicole Hayes
Caught Up in Leaves and Vines – Jake Graham
The Fairy Festival – Arizona Tape
The Seven: Wooden Edition – Erin Curran
Hunt You Down – Rae Simmons
Gambit – TK Eldridge
Revelations: An Epic Dystopian Science Fiction – Ronin Romero
A Glorious Mess, Silver Locket Origins, Book 1 – Kennedy Sutton
Godsfall: The Book of One – Adam Gaffen
Gilded Lies An MM Fairy Prince Romance (Midas Book 1) – Julie Mannino
Bound by Scars & Secrets – Sienna Archer
Compass To My Heart – Bennu Bright
Soren – miranda page
No Rest for the Wicked (Life is Hell book 1) – Naomi Valkyrie
Sin on a Dark Knight – Rhiannon Futch
The Monster’s Desperate Prey – Ciara Bane
Worked by the Werewolf – Ciara Bane
The Vampire’s Kiss – Rae Simmons
Waves – Howl Avery
Devour – Howl Avery
How to Get a Girlfriend (When You’re a Terrifying Monster) – Marie Cardno
Her Unforgotten Bear Mate – Arizona Tape Surrogate Omega – Jacey Davis
Surprised by Fate – RS McKenzie
Omega’s Forever Home – Lacey Daize
Garden of Secrets – Drake LaMarque
Mark’s Promise – JoJo Stone
Persuade You – Ashley Rayne
Seeking Two Lovers – Lynn Burke
A Beach Far Away – BL Maxwell
Spark: A Chanukah Sport – Allie Lasky
Olivia’s Loving Threesome – Tamara Earthsong
Choke – Charity Parkerson
A Murder for Crow – layla dorine
After Hours – Becca Lamb
The Seven: Wooden Edition – Erin Curran
2024.05.21 17:22 AJ_Deadshow You had one job ( /count). You had one job
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2024.05.21 17:22 Fun-Yogurtcloset521 The Locust Man
PART 1:
I had slept over at Lacey’s house the night before. We had just woken up and were still sitting on her bed discussing our possible plans for the day, when Michelle busted through the door with a look on her face that immediately told us she had finally gotten a hold of some juicy information, before she could even open her mouth to stutter out, “You-you-you guyssss, guess w-w-what!?!” Lacey gestured the nail file that was in her hand toward her, raising her eyebrows bluntly as Michelle tried to catch her breath. “So… Devin came to sleep over last night, annnnnd I was pretending to go to the bathroom so I could spy on them. Seeeeee, I was supposed to be sleeping but I -“ “Ughh come on Michelle, get to it! What’d you hear?” Lacey snapped “Ughh okay okay. So, I heard the boys talking, anddddd…. they’re planning to go explore the old mine today!!” “Alright Michelle! Good spying!” I chuckled, trying to encourage her after Lacey’s impatience. Lacey rolls her eyes, then immediately stands up. She takes the scrunchie off her wrist, ties her long blonde hair into a messy bun, and simply said, “Let’s go.” “Lacey..” I said “What??” She responds as if she hadn’t registered the tone of my voice at all. As I opened my mouth to begin explaining all the logical and practical reasons why even if the boys were stupid enough to go play around somewhere dangerous, we shouldn’t be, Michelle exclaims, “That’s where the Locust Man lives!!” I close my mouth in defeat, as I know Lacey will take this nonsense as a challenge, and because of that, no amount of my warnings concerning actual dangers would have any effect on her decision. Lacey dismisses her comment as she attempts to shove her foot into one of her new pink sneakers that she refuses to admit are too small for her. “Pshhh, don’t be such a baby Michelle, he’s not real, you do know that right?” Michelle crinkled her face and yelled back, “Yes he is Lacey! He is!! And th-th- that’s where he lives, and he eats kids that go there!” Lacey laughs at her and says “Oh yeah? You still believe in Santa clause too? What about the tooth fairy?” Michelle looked down at her shoes, and although she could admittedly be annoying, I found myself feeling bad for her. “Come on Lacey, she’s just scared.” Lacey shot me a look like she was expecting me to burst into laughter, but I just gave her a smirk and a shrug, and she rolled her eyes and said “Get dressed.”
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Every town has their own version of “The Boogeyman”. A monster, cryptid, phantom, whatever you want to call it, it’s all essentially the same thing- just a scary story they tell kids in an attempt to get them to behave. An urban legend is just a life lesson disguised as a horror story after all. For us folk living up in the tiny and once prosperous gold-mining town of Trillium, ours was known simply as The Locust Man. Now, let me start by saying, I realize how ridiculous that name must sound to you. “The Locust Man”?? Pftt…What’s he do, besides get stuck in the grill of someone’s pick-up truck. Destroy some crops? Oooh, he sounds real scary... yeah, I know. But yet, as I sit here today 20 years after the fact - a grown woman who’s wiser, stronger, and even more grounded in reality than she was at 12, I still hesitate to even write down that name.As a young child I had always thought it to be a little weird that our town was called Trillium, considering I had never seen a single one growing there. If you don’t know, a trillium is a small flower, usually white but they come in other color varieties as well, with three pedals and a bright yellow center. They sort of look like if you took a lily and tore off every other pedal playing “He loves me, he loves me not”. In school, about 2nd grade or so, we were taught everything about this elusive flower I’d never seen in real life, and told how proud our town was to be named after it. Trillium, Colorado was established in 1922 - A new town born in the wake of a great tragedy which befell the town that had previously sat in the same location. For us, and those that came before us, the trillium was supposed to be a symbol of hope. Knowing all that I know now, that sentiment almost makes me want to laugh - in a morbid way.
Growing up in a small, mostly isolated town, there really wasn’t much for a kid to do. You’d have to drive 45 minutes to get to the closest mall and movie theater. The high school kids would usually all hang out at the roller rink downtown or at the old run-down burger joint called Slim’s that sat across it. But at that age, I wasn’t allowed to go hang out there by myself yet and for me, going with my parents tagging along wasn’t an option I was open to. My neighborhood was on a long dead end road leading up to a large patch of woods that separated the main part of town from the abandoned mine. The old trail the miners used was still accessible up until a point, and so me and the other kids from my street would hang out in those woods all the time. We had a “secret spot” which was, what we thought at the time, about half way through the woods, 10 steps away from a small shallow creek that pretty much ran the length of the area. Rain Creek, we called it. There was a small clearing there, and we had created our own little clubhouse using old milk crates as supports, half- broken wooden pallets as walls, along with some old lawn chairs one of the neighbors was throwing out one day. I made my contribution by bringing a tarp we had in our basement that served as the roof of our establishment. Our parents didn’t love the idea of five 10 to 12 year olds running around in the woods by ourselves, but as long as we stayed within earshot and made it back before the streetlights came on, they probably figured it was safer than us being across town galavanting unsupervised.It was me, Lacey, Devin, Mikey and Michelle. We were all best friends - pretty much inseparable, except the boys weren’t invited to the girls’ sleepovers and vise versa. Everyday after school, we’d get dropped off by the bus at the very beginning of our road, and it was a running joke between the Rain Street Gang (as we liked to call ourselves) for all of us to try and run off the bus as quickly as possible, while me, Lacey and Devin would all yell in unison ‘Last two home are some rotten eggs!!’, as Mikey and Michelle tried to push past us to get a head start. The aforementioned two were siblings, and lived in the very last house on our row right next to the woods, so they’d always get home last, regardless of their efforts. Although, the year that Mikey got a pair of Heelys for Christmas he finally got his edge over the rest of us, leaving Michelle to be the lone “rotten egg” until the next summer when one of his wheels broke off. The whole point of it all was just to get home and get our chores and homework done as fast as possible, so we could meet up at Mikey and Michelle’s house with enough daylight left to make our trek into the woods and back - together as a group. All five of us had made a pact to never visit the clubhouse without all members present, although us girls always had a sneaking suspicion that the boys thought themselves exempt from that rule. They, after all, were the ones that had discovered the spot in the first place, and not to mention, did most of the physical labor of dragging our provisions out there. Me and Lacey initially only heard about the spot a day after the boys found it; Michelle had walked into Mikey’s room in the middle of him and Devin talking about it, and immediately relayed the message to us. Michelle wasn’t necessarily more loyal to the girls than the boys, she was just the youngest among us and honestly couldn’t resist blurting out any mildly relevant information she thought she might have, in an effort to be included. But in that regard, if the boys had ever gone out there on their own, they would’ve had to be extremely sneaky about it, because Michelle’s number one objective in life was to gather any piece of intel she could. It was a seemingly normal Saturday morning when we learned our suspicions about the boys may have been warranted.
I had slept over at Lacey’s house the night before. We had just woken up and were still sitting on her bed discussing our possible plans for the day, when Michelle busted through the door with a look on her face that immediately told us she had finally gotten a hold of some juicy information, before she could even open her mouth to stutter out, “You-you-you guyssss, guess w-w-what!?!” Lacey gestured the nail file that was in her hand toward her, raising her eyebrows bluntly as Michelle tried to catch her breath. “So… Devin came to sleep over last night, annnnnd I was pretending to go to the bathroom so I could spy on them. Seeeeee, I was supposed to be sleeping but I -“ “Ughh come on Michelle, get to it! What’d you hear?” Lacey snapped “Ughh okay okay. So, I heard the boys talking, anddddd…. they’re planning to go explore the old mine today!!” “Alright Michelle! Good spying!” I chuckled, trying to encourage her after Lacey’s impatience. Lacey rolls her eyes, then immediately stands up. She takes the scrunchie off her wrist, ties her long blonde hair into a messy bun, and simply said, “Let’s go.” “Lacey..” I said “What??” She responds as if she hadn’t registered the tone of my voice at all. As I opened my mouth to begin explaining all the logical and practical reasons why even if the boys were stupid enough to go play around somewhere dangerous, we shouldn’t be, Michelle exclaims, “That’s where the Locust Man lives!!” I close my mouth in defeat, as I know Lacey will take this nonsense as a challenge, and because of that, no amount of my warnings concerning actual dangers would have any effect on her decision. Lacey dismisses her comment as she attempts to shove her foot into one of her new pink sneakers that she refuses to admit are too small for her. “Pshhh, don’t be such a baby Michelle, he’s not real, you do know that right?” Michelle crinkled her face and yelled back, “Yes he is Lacey! He is!! And th-th- that’s where he lives, and he eats kids that go there!” Lacey laughs at her and says “Oh yeah? You still believe in Santa clause too? What about the tooth fairy?” Michelle looked down at her shoes, and although she could admittedly be annoying, I found myself feeling bad for her. “Come on Lacey, she’s just scared.” Lacey shot me a look like she was expecting me to burst into laughter, but I just gave her a smirk and a shrug, and she rolled her eyes and said “Get dressed.”
We walked in silence toward the end of the road, though the reasons for all three differed drastically. Lacey’s was determination and resolve, mine was comtemptousness and defeat, and Michelle’s was just fear. I found myself half-way hoping the boys had left already, but as we approached the driveway we caught them just as they were about to step off the porch.“Hey!!” Lacey yelled, in her trademark cheerleader cadence. “Where do you boys think you’re going without us?”. Mikey let a groan and rolled his eyes, while Devin said through a coy smile, “Well, we were actually just heading out to go to find you girls.” “Liar.” Lacey snapped, quickly wiping the grin off Devin’s face. “Michelle already blabbed- we know where you two are going and we’re coming too.” The boys looked at each other, then Mikey shot Michelle an angry look as she tried to shrink herself behind me, and said, “Fine, whatever, but no cry baby snitches allowed!!” Michelle then proceeded to prove both of his accusations correct by yelling back, “I am not a cry baby!! I’m telling mom if you don’t let me come with you!!” At that point I finally spoke up. “Alright, listen.” I said sternly, then once I had their attention I lowered my voice a bit to say, “Just for the record, I think us going to that grody old mine is a dumb idea and a big waste of time, but if one of us goes, we all go. That’s the deal, so make your decisions.” Lacey folded her arms in solidarity beside me, and with that we all had an unspoken understanding. So, with the boys out ahead leading the way, we headed toward the tree line.
As we entered the woods, I felt a sense of dread wash over me - but to be fair, as a preteen emo kid who had already reached an adult level of cynicism, I felt a certain level of dread towards almost everything in life. So take my premonition with a grain of salt, but for some reason, this felt… different. I remember the woods being abnormally quiet that day. It took some time for me to even notice, but as soon as I did, I interrupted the mindless chatter going on to say,“Where are all the freakin’ birds?” Everyone turned to look at me as if I’d completely lost my mind. “Uhhh… What are you talking about?” Devin asked me. I pointed up toward the treetops. “Listen…. ” They all looked up, then looked around at each other in confusion. “Every time we’ve ever been in these woods, there’s always birds chirping back and forth. We’ve been walking almost 5 minutes now and I haven’t heard a single bird, have you guys?” “Damn, yeah, that is weird.” Mikey agreed. “They probably all just migrated!!” Devin goofily offered. “That’s stupid Devin, it’s spring. If anything, there should be more birds here, not less you moron.” Lacie argued. Devin flipped Lacie off, which was the best rebuttal he could usually come up with, and then turned toward me and said, “Okay whatever, what’s your point exactly?” “Just that - “ I looked over to Mikey, then back at Devin. “It’s weird.” I didn’t want to say what I was actually thinking. That the woods being too quiet was never a good thing. That when birds aren’t chirping, it could mean there’s a predator nearby. Besides, I was pretty confident that the boys, having both been in the scouts, knew what I knew, so saying it out loud would only serve to annoy Lacie and further frighten Michelle. Mikey broke his gaze that had been fixed on me, and while scanning our surroundings he said, “Let’s stop by the clubhouse on the way.” With a nod from me, we continued. When we arrived at our pit stop, Lacey hobbled over to the closest lawn chair and plopped herself down in it. “Ughhh, my feet are killing me!!” “I wonder why.” I mutter under my breath. “Excuse me, what was that?” “Just saying. Those shoes are gonna be the death of you Lace, you can barely walk in them.” “Pshhh, shut up. They just need to be broken-in okay? You’re just jealous cuz you’re still wearing your dirty old Vans from last year.” “Oooh yeah, you got me there. I am so sad I don’t have a pair of ugly pink Sketchers that don’t fit me.” She stuck her tongue out at me and we both laughed. I was just about the only person who could go toe to toe with Lacey’s sass. It’s part of the reason we ended up being best friends, besides being neighbors. In regard to style, personality and interests, we were almost polar opposites. But when it came to humor we were equals. And more importantly, we both had a mutual understanding when it came to our differences- I was me and she was her, and neither of us felt the need to try and make the other one be more like us. Besides, I was the only person who had ever really stood up to Lacey and didn’t take any of her crap, so I think she respected that. While that exchange had been going on, Michelle had started picking tiny pink flowers, and the boys were rummaging in the clubhouse for something. I yelled in their direction, “Hey! Big Mike and Dirty D!!” Me and Lacey giggled and she mouthed the word “big” with air quotation marks. They didn’t respond, so I walked over to the entryway and looked in. They were standing with their backs to me while looking down at an open metal box, and Mikey was reaching to grab whatever was in it. As he stood back up, I could see what it was. “What the fuck Mikey, seriously?” Hearing me cuss, Lacey and Michelle crowded in behind me. “Chill, it’s just a BB gun.” “I know it’s a BB gun Michael, what are you doing with it, and why is it here?” I was livid at the thought that he might be coming out here and shooting at animals just to be a shithead. I expected something like that from a goober like Devin, but not Mikey. Michelle butted in, “I’m telling mom!!!” “Nice try, dad knows I have it.” He looked at me and softened his tone. “It’s for protection, just in case we come across a black bear, or some weirdo creep out here. Seriously… it’s just to scare off something, not hurt it.” He knew how I felt about killing animals, especially for no good reason. A lot of people out here are poor and hunt for food, which I could accept as a reality. But hurting animals just for fun is psycho behavior, so I was relieved to hear him dispel my fear; I really didn’t want to have to hate him. “Do you even know how to shoot that thing?” Lacey asked. “Yeah, my dad showed me.” Devin clapped his hands together, making us all jump and himself laugh. “Well alright then, let’s get going!” I turned to Michelle, still holding the flowers. “You okay?” She nodded. “If you want me to walk back with you, I can.” I was slightly hoping she’d say yes so I’d have an excuse to get out of this excursion, but she just shook her head and forced a smile. I knew she was scared, but she was just too curious. Maybe I was too.
We walked for what felt like half an hour. The trees had gotten more dense and the path narrowed from the overgrowth. Still no birdsong. I kept scanning the area in search of any sign of life other than us. Looking for movement of creatures scurrying away, listening for the sound of rustling as we passed, hoping for a squirrel, a lizard, even a bug. Nothing.“How much further is this damn thing?” Lacey groaned. Mikey answered without even turning around. “We should be coming up on it any time now.” “You said that like 10 minutes ago.” “Yeah, and now we’re like 10 minutes closer to it. And hey guess what, you insisted on inviting yourself - so suck it up buttercup.” “Hahahaha!” Devin laughed like a maniac at Mikey’s quip, while Lacey folded her arms and for once in her life didn’t have a snappy comeback. This time however, I did. “Well we really only came along to make sure you idiots didn’t kill yourselves.” “Oh, so you girls came out here with us to be our protectors, huh?” Devin laughed. “Ehh, more like babysitters.” Needless to say, I was flipped off for that statement. We rounded the next bend and suddenly all came to an abrupt stop one after another, starting with Mikey. Devin positioned himself beside him and let out a disappointed groan. “Shit Mikey!” A huge tree had fallen and was blocking the trail completely. There was no way we could climb over it because of all the leaves and branches - we’d have to go around it, which meant leaving the safety of the trail and crossing Rain Creek twice to get back to it. “Seriously???” Lacey exclaimed. “Maybe it’s a sign that we shouldn’t be going.” I shrugged. Mikey didn’t seem fazed by the obstruction at all. In fact, he seemed more confident. More calm. More sure of his intended mission. “It’s fine, we’ll just go around.” Michelle, who had been mostly quiet this whole time, finally broke her fear induced silence. “We are NOT supposed to leave the tr-tr-trail Michael! We could get lost!” “We aren’t gonna get lost Michelle, I have a compass. Plus, it’s literally just a few paces that way, then we cross the creek and circle back once we pass the tree and we’re right back on the trail.” “Oh you have got to be kidding me” Lacey said, “I’m not treading through that nasty water!” “Yeah Mikey, what about Lacey’s brand new shoes??” I laughed, and she playfully slapped me in the arm. Mikey’s patience was wearing thin with us. “Look, we already walked this far - if we turn back now, we’ve wasted the whole day for nothing. If you girls wanna be lame and turn around, then go for it - but me and Dev are going.” That’s all Lacey needed. A challenge to accept; someone to prove wrong. “I’ll show you lame.” She pushed past the boys and lead the way into the thick brush towards Rain Creek. It wasn’t very wide across, and there were lots of fallen limbs and large rocks spread throughout it. The current was barely that of a trickle, and the depth was no more than knee deep for us. It was definitely doable - just an inconvenience. And of course, one more ominous obstacle lying directly in our path. Another hint from the universe telling us to turn around. We didn’t listen. Lacey placed one foot on the closest limb and pushed down a few times to test its sturdiness. “I got this.” She stepped out onto it with both feet, then shimmied sideways until she was close enough to the large exposed rock in the middle of the creek, and hopped onto it. She turned around with a full grin and said, “Coming?” Mikey made his way across the limb as Lacey hopped onto a different limb which led her to the other side of the creek. Devin followed, then me, and then it was Michelle’s turn. “I’m scared to fall in!” Of course she is, I should have made her go before me. “It’s okay Michelle, it’s easy!” I reassured her. She didn’t look convinced in the slightest. “Come on Chelle, we’re leaving you!” Mikey yelled, already walking away. “Nooo!! I’m coming! Wait!” She made it across, but instead of just walking like everyone else did, she got down on her hands and knees and gripped the limb as if it were the only thing in between her and a 50 foot drop to the ground, which was funny to see but prolonged the whole process further. After all, we were about to have to do all of this again. Next go round went a lot smoother. The creek was more shallow here, and there were a whole lot more stepping rocks and debris built up. Having just crossed successfully a few minutes ago, we were all more confident in our abilities, including Michelle - who this time we made go first. “Just walk across like it’s a bridge! You got this!!”, we all cheered for her, and then clapped when she made it to the other side. Before we knew it we were back on the trail, and it wasn’t long after that we finally arrived at our intended destination.
We all stopped and stared at it for a minute, carefully examining the dilapidated exterior of the place that had brought both prosperity and destruction upon our town. Mikey bent down, picked up a rock and threw it into the entrance. We heard it bounce a few times before it stopped.“Just to make sure nothing’s in there.” he turned around to clarify. “Did anyone think to bring a flashlight?” I asked. “It’s dark as hell in there.” I was hoping for just one more reason not to go. Devin reached into his cargo shorts pocket and pulled out a small keychain-sized flashlight, smiling with the satisfaction of finally being useful. “Okay, Mikey’ll hold the gun, I’ll shine the light and you girls follow behind us. Let’s go.” Mikey shifted the BB gun from its position of resting on his shoulder, to holding the barrel in his left hand and the butt in his right; trying his best to emulate a soldier’s stance. Something his dad had taught him I’m sure. We ducked down a bit to enter. “How far in we going?” Lacey asked. “Until we see something cool.” Mikey answered. I turned around to check on Michelle, still hovering in the doorway. “You coming?” I could see in her eyes that fear had finally gotten the better of her, and curiosity had taken a backseat. With wide eyes she shook her head. “The-the Locust Man lives in there.”, she tried to whisper. “I knew you were gonna be a baby about this!” Mikey yelled. I crouched down and put my hand on her shoulder. Against my better judgment, I say “How bout you just wait here for us and pick some more flowers. We won’t be long, there’s nothing in there, I promise. Just.. don’t move from this spot and we’ll be right back, okay?” I could feel her unease, but she seemed to accept my reassurance nonetheless. “Okay.” I smiled, then stood up and looked down at my watch to check the time. 12:46 PM. I turned and headed into the darkness, trying to catch up with everyone else. I didn’t feel good about leaving Michelle, but I didn’t feel good about letting the rest of them go in there alone either. And if I’m being honest, maybe a little part of me wanted to see what was in there too. When I caught up to Lacey she asked, “Where’s Michelle?” “Stayed behind at the entrance, she was too scared. I told her to pick flowers and wait there for us.” “Pshh, figures.” “Yeah. How’s your feet?” “At this point, numb actually.” It was so dark in there that even Devin’s rinky dink flashlight was illuminating the area enough for me to start taking a closer look at my surroundings. I looked around at the rock walls, they were covered in what looked like orange mold and green algae. There was a slight breeze coming in from the entrance, but the whole place just had a staleness to it. The boys stopped and turned around as we arrived at the first curve. “So ladies, what do you think? Cool huh?” Devin asked excitedly. “Smells like a fart in here.” I said.
The most dangerous thing about exploring an old mine wasn’t getting lost in the maze of tunnels, or tripping on the rusted tracks and slamming your head against the wall - it was something simply referred to as bad air. Pockets of still air that have dangerously low levels of oxygen, the old men in town would call it “black damp”. There was also something produced from the old chemicals they once used called “stink damp”, which smelled like rotten eggs. Both were lethal.“I wonder if there’s dead bodies in here!” “Uh, Dev… we’re gonna be the dead bodies in here if we go in too far. I wasn’t just making a joke, you know that rotten egg smell can mean bad air.” Mikey interjected. “The entrance isn’t far behind us, there’s still enough fresh air coming in. We won’t go in too far, let’s just get to the end of this tunnel where it splits off and look around a bit, then we’ll turn around.” The fork in the tunnel really wasn’t that much further, and even though I knew once we rounded this curve I wouldn’t be able to see the entrance behind me anymore, I decided what the hell. Maybe a hundred more steps, then we can finally turn around and this whole dumb situation would be closer to being over with. When we got there, we looked down the length of the connecting tunnels each way. Everything looked unusually identical in its deterioration. I could see how someone could easily get disoriented and lost down here. “Hellooooo…” Mikey yelled to the left, his voice echoing through the corridor. Devin turned to the opposite direction and called out, “Hey yo, Locust Man!! You in here?” We all giggled, which made me think about Michelle, still waiting at the entrance for us, alone in the woods. I looked down at my watch. 12:46 PM. “Hey what the f-“ My cuss word was interrupted by a loud bang that came from the passageway Devin had just been hollering into. We all froze. I didn’t have time to process that my watch had stopped right as we entered the tunnel, or that Michelle had been left alone for who knows how long now, or that we had just heard what sounded like a support beam crashing to the ground, because next came a horrifying screeching buzzing sound. It sounded distant at first, but was quickly increasing in volume. We silently looked around at each other and backed away stunned at what we were hearing. Mikey never took his eyes off the tunnel though, and slowly he began to raise the BB gun to firing position. Without even thinking, I grabbed the barrel and pushed it downward. He quickly tore his eyes away from his target to look at me. I shook my head and managed to barely choke out the word, “Explosion.” He nodded and I let go. I looked down at the gun in his hands, and seeing his finger had already been on the trigger, I realized how lucky it was that I didn’t make him shoot himself in the foot. All of a sudden, the noise stopped. “What the hell was that?” Lacey asked. “I don’t know, nothing good.” I said. “Let’s just get the fuck out of here before this whole place caves in on us or something.” Another loud bang erupted from the right, extremely close to us. “Shit!!!” We all turned around and ran as fast as we could back toward the entrance. Devin tried to push past me, but as he did my elbow knocked the flashlight out of his hand. “My flashlight!!!” “Leave it!” Mikey shouted “The turn is right here, we won’t need it!” We rounded the corner, and using what little light there was illuminating from the entrance to guide us back, we ran like our lives depended on it. And they may have- none of us dared to look back, not like we would have been able to see anything anyway. When we finally made it out, we were all completely out of breath. I felt like I was going to throw up. I have to admit though, once we had made it back to safety I felt a rush of adrenaline like I had just had a near death experience. That feeling quickly faded into sheer panic when I looked around and realized Michelle was nowhere to be seen. “Uh, where’s Michelle?” Mikey asked me. “I told her to stay right here, she can’t be very far… Michelle!!!!” We all called her name, as loud as we could. No answer, no sign of her anywhere. “Alright look, she probably went off a little further looking for flowers to pick.” I tried to rationalize. “Let’s just split off in 4 directions and walk in a straight line while calling for her. She’s bound to hear one of us.” Everyone agreed, and even though I appeared outwardly as the level-headed calm person you need to take control in an emergency, inside I was petrified that something had happened to her, and that it would be my fault. I took the east, and headed out. It didn’t take too long before I passed a large tree and saw her sitting down behind it, looking at something on the ground. “Michelle! Oh thank god!! Didn’t you hear us calling for you??” She didn’t answer me, or even turn around. “Michelle, didn’t I tell you to stay by the entrance and not move?!?” My relief was quickly turning into annoyance as she continued to ignore me. I walked up closer to see what she was looking at, and my mouth dropped in awe of what she had found. It was a single white trillium.
They say it takes 8 years for a trillium plant to produce a flower, and conditions have to be just right for it to bloom. That’s what makes them so special and rare. I stared down at it almost in a trance, like I was seeing a mythical creature. Michelle slowly reached out her hand towards it and I snapped out of it.“No!!” I grabbed her by the arm and she finally turned around to look at me. “If you pick the flower, the plant will die.” She ripped her arm away from my grasp and whined, “But I want to show my mom!” We heard Mikey calling from the north and I cupped my hands over my mouth to yell back, “I found her, she’s over here!!” I looked back at her. “No Michelle, come on, you can just tell her about it when we get back home.” I had enough, I was beyond ready to go and we still had at least another 45 minutes of walking to even get back to the clubhouse; an hour if Michelle kept up her crap. I grabbed her arm again and pulled her up to a standing position, looking back at the trillium as I walked her away. Mikey caught up to us, breathless but trying to hide his concern. “You little shit, we should have left you out here! What the hell were you doing?” I let go of her arm and she walked toward Mikey. “She was trying to pick a flower over there.” “It was a trillium!!” Michelle said, with the biggest smile on her face. “Wait, really?” He looked at me in disbelief. Before I could respond, a blood curdling scream echoed through the forest, coming from the west. It was Lacey. My heart dropped into my stomach and once again, every molecule in my body went into full blown panic mode. This time, I couldn’t contain my composure. “Laceyyyyyy!!!!!” A panicked shriek erupted from my lungs and I took off running. Mikey grabbed Michelle and sprinted after us. The trees became a blur; I didn’t even feel all the scratches and scrapes. Had she come across a coyote? A mountain lion? A bear? I didn’t even stop to think about the danger I might be about to come in contact with, I just ran. And then I found her. She was lying on the ground, holding her left foot. “Lacey!!” I said, trying to choke back the tears that were building up. “I think I twisted my ankle!!” “Oh god damn it, you bitch.” I struggled to catch my breath. “I thought you were dead.” “I might as well be, I have cheerleading practice on Monday!” Mikey and Michelle caught up to us. “What happened?” He asked “She’s being a drama queen, she just rolled her ankle.” I was angry. “Can you get up?” He asked her. She was able to stand, but as soon as she tried to put any pressure on her foot at all, she screamed in pain. We spotted Devin running over from the south as he was yelling out, “Hey yo, everyone alive and accounted for?” “Yeah, Lacey hurt her ankle.” Mikey yelled back. As he approached he looked concerned. “Can you walk on it?” He asked her. “No.” Without hesitation he replied, “Well alright then, looks like you’re gonna have to piggyback it all the way back home.” He lowered himself enough to where she could hop up onto his back, and we headed back toward the trail. Even though my nerves had begun to settle a bit, I knew we were still far from being out of the woods, in more ways than one.
2024.05.21 17:22 unconventionalpahadi AITAH for "allegedly" misleading my friend after we hooked up?
The friend I'm referring to in the title of this post, I met him in 10th grade and it's almost been 10 years since then. We were really tight until the recent turn of events.
I had recently broken up with my boyfriend after a 3 year long relationship and it was a tough pill to swallow. I'm a person with ADHD and I get anxiety very easily, so this was a tough phase and a lot of my friends and family were around me during these times. Among, them was my friend who I'm talking about.
After a couple of months after my break up, we had planned a movie night together. He had come over to my apartment and we had decided to drink wine and watch something. After a long deliberation, we decided to watch a RomCom. Somewhere in the middle of the movie, I got a little emotional and seeing this my friend just stopped the movie and tried consoling me. It was a cute moment between us, and I loved the attention. Not long after, we were kissing passionately. One thing led to another, and I had my hands in his pants very soon. At this point of time, I looked him in the eyes, and I told him, "This is nothing serious, and probably a one time thing" and to this he replied, "Ofcourse", with a scoff and we proceeded almost immediately.
It was a night with lots of wild sex. We had our moments in between. A lot of things were said while we were at it. He kept telling me how beautiful I was and I kept telling me how much I'm enjoying the moment. He told me that he wanted this to happen since a long time, and I kinda felt validated. Cutting to the chase, we had a crazy fun night. We cuddled for a bit later, and dozed off.
Next morning, when I woke up, he had prepared breakfast for me, which I thought was very sweet of him. While eating though, he confessed that he had developed feelings for me and wanted to date me. This surprised me, because I wasn't expecting this. I was taken aback. And I probably didn't take it well, I told him that we didn't have a chance and that I wasn't ready. The talks got serious and both of us got a little agitated.
Fast forward to today, it's been two weeks since then. We ain't talking no more because according to my friend, I misled him and "used" him for sex. This I consider too unfair, because I had made it clear to him that it was a one time thing and that no feelings were to be involved. His accusations further made it worse and we had a huge fight over this whole scene. It's been really tough since then, but I don't want to go back apologizing for something I didn't do. I don't even know if this is the end of our friendship or not.
Am I the asshole?
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I had recently broken up with my boyfriend after a 3 year long relationship and it was a tough pill to swallow. I'm a person with ADHD and I get anxiety very easily, so this was a tough phase and a lot of my friends and family were around me during these times. Among, them was my friend who I'm talking about.
After a couple of months after my break up, we had planned a movie night together. He had come over to my apartment and we had decided to drink wine and watch something. After a long deliberation, we decided to watch a RomCom. Somewhere in the middle of the movie, I got a little emotional and seeing this my friend just stopped the movie and tried consoling me. It was a cute moment between us, and I loved the attention. Not long after, we were kissing passionately. One thing led to another, and I had my hands in his pants very soon. At this point of time, I looked him in the eyes, and I told him, "This is nothing serious, and probably a one time thing" and to this he replied, "Ofcourse", with a scoff and we proceeded almost immediately.
It was a night with lots of wild sex. We had our moments in between. A lot of things were said while we were at it. He kept telling me how beautiful I was and I kept telling me how much I'm enjoying the moment. He told me that he wanted this to happen since a long time, and I kinda felt validated. Cutting to the chase, we had a crazy fun night. We cuddled for a bit later, and dozed off.
Next morning, when I woke up, he had prepared breakfast for me, which I thought was very sweet of him. While eating though, he confessed that he had developed feelings for me and wanted to date me. This surprised me, because I wasn't expecting this. I was taken aback. And I probably didn't take it well, I told him that we didn't have a chance and that I wasn't ready. The talks got serious and both of us got a little agitated.
Fast forward to today, it's been two weeks since then. We ain't talking no more because according to my friend, I misled him and "used" him for sex. This I consider too unfair, because I had made it clear to him that it was a one time thing and that no feelings were to be involved. His accusations further made it worse and we had a huge fight over this whole scene. It's been really tough since then, but I don't want to go back apologizing for something I didn't do. I don't even know if this is the end of our friendship or not.
Am I the asshole?
2024.05.21 17:22 SDN_stilldoesnothing Wife only wants to solo parent on her terms
Not seeking advice, just curious if anyone else has seen this behaviour with their wife.
For context, our toddler is 2yo.
Sometimes, after a workday or on weekends, she will say, 'I am going to take the baby to run some errands' or 'I'm going to take the baby to see some friends'. 'You can stay home and relax,' she'll add. She loves her alone. bonding time with our toddler.
However, after a long day or work week, I want to spend time together as a family, which we actually do around 80% of the time.
Or if I want to solo parent, she insists on tagging along, which I have no problem with. We all get along great. Or if she asks me to solo parent because she wants to do one of her commitments or hobbies, I just take it as a win as I love being with my little guy.
However, if I ever ask my wife to solo parent because I want to duck out for my hobby, she really gets resentful. And upon my return, I am met with the cold shoulder for at least a day or two.
I will challenge her with a comment like, 'You'll take the baby out and leave me behind for 5 hours. But if I ask you to take the baby for 5 hours, you hate it.'
/rant
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For context, our toddler is 2yo.
Sometimes, after a workday or on weekends, she will say, 'I am going to take the baby to run some errands' or 'I'm going to take the baby to see some friends'. 'You can stay home and relax,' she'll add. She loves her alone. bonding time with our toddler.
However, after a long day or work week, I want to spend time together as a family, which we actually do around 80% of the time.
Or if I want to solo parent, she insists on tagging along, which I have no problem with. We all get along great. Or if she asks me to solo parent because she wants to do one of her commitments or hobbies, I just take it as a win as I love being with my little guy.
However, if I ever ask my wife to solo parent because I want to duck out for my hobby, she really gets resentful. And upon my return, I am met with the cold shoulder for at least a day or two.
I will challenge her with a comment like, 'You'll take the baby out and leave me behind for 5 hours. But if I ask you to take the baby for 5 hours, you hate it.'
/rant
2024.05.21 17:22 OutrageousWarthog622 Slow LAN file copy, Fast Internet (600 Mbps vs 65 KB/s
Hello,
I'm wondering if anyone has an idea about what going on here. Two machine, less than 3 months old each, Windows 11 Pro on both, SSD's on both. SSD's get between 300 and 600 direct transfer, One is wired, one is on wifi, Gigabit router and switch. Takes 15 minutes to transfer over Wifi, (400 to 800 MB) and less than 5 seconds SSD to SSD. I've tried a lot of suggestions, nothing is working.
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I'm wondering if anyone has an idea about what going on here. Two machine, less than 3 months old each, Windows 11 Pro on both, SSD's on both. SSD's get between 300 and 600 direct transfer, One is wired, one is on wifi, Gigabit router and switch. Takes 15 minutes to transfer over Wifi, (400 to 800 MB) and less than 5 seconds SSD to SSD. I've tried a lot of suggestions, nothing is working.
2024.05.21 17:22 CountSwagula Solutions for an answering service that can actually read a script?
I'm one of two support guys that support an automotive repair service where mechanics need to use their computer to fix cars. We just need an answering service that can reliably answer calls, follow a basic troubleshooting script (Have you reset your password, are you sure your username is correct, etc) and create an e-mail ticket for escalation when needed. Pretty simple stuff, but apparently not for Specialty Answering Service (SAS) who consistently can't even pass back the reason someone called or their correct contact information. We have one dedicated agent doing more detailed work, SAS is currently just for overflow/after hours using non-dedicated agents. We need something like what they offer for overflow/off hours. Anyone have any suggestions for answering services that can follow a script and then escalate when needed that doesn't suck?
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2024.05.21 17:22 santange11 When to Apply Sealant To Wood And How to Glue It To Metal?
Hello,
I am trying to get a cutteengraver soon and plan out a few projects in the meantime. One of the things I want to do is use a thin brass blank and glue two pieces of then engraved wood to either side so that parts of the brass can be seen through the cut part of the wood. I am trying to figure out the but way to do this.
First, for this project, and in general, is it better to apply some type of stain or sealant to the wood before or after cutting it?
Second, what would be the best way to glue the wood to the brass with as little cleanup as possible and not ruining the sheen of the brass? My initial thought is to use a spray adhesive of some kind on the wood and create a jig of sorts to let me line the wood and brass up as perfectly as I can while putting pressure on them while they dry.
I am curious what you guys' thoughts are on this, thank you,
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I am trying to get a cutteengraver soon and plan out a few projects in the meantime. One of the things I want to do is use a thin brass blank and glue two pieces of then engraved wood to either side so that parts of the brass can be seen through the cut part of the wood. I am trying to figure out the but way to do this.
First, for this project, and in general, is it better to apply some type of stain or sealant to the wood before or after cutting it?
Second, what would be the best way to glue the wood to the brass with as little cleanup as possible and not ruining the sheen of the brass? My initial thought is to use a spray adhesive of some kind on the wood and create a jig of sorts to let me line the wood and brass up as perfectly as I can while putting pressure on them while they dry.
I am curious what you guys' thoughts are on this, thank you,
2024.05.21 17:22 AloofandCranky SB19 End The PAGTATAG! Era With Power And Strength In Their Finale Concerts — Review
 | The concert began with a story, one that mirrors the very makings of the group. Narrating a tale of courage, strength, and resilience (the very essence of PAGTATAG!), the story — which featured appearances from the likes of Pepe Herrera — set the stage for the whirlwind journey SB19 were about to take you for the next two and a half hours.Photographed by Mayks Go ...the group performed enchanting renditions of “ILAW” and “Nyebe”, the latter of which saw confetti gracefully fall all over the stage mimicking snow. While SB19 are known for their energetic, ground shaking performances, there’s something about their ballad performances — notably this time around — that was particularly endearing. Maybe because it’s their last show of the tour or the journey they’ve been through to get there, but their sentimental songs took on new life on that stage.Photographed by Mayks Go The group brought back the energy with breathtaking runs of “I WANT YOU”, “MOONLIGHT” with Terry Zhong, “MANA”, and “Bazinga” — all of which were only amplified further with the support of SKOUTS dance crew. Each song was also notably backed by a tree, presumably symbolizing the group’s collective and individual growth through the years.Photographed by Mayks Go Photographed by Mayks Go Each member then took the stage with solo performances, highlighting their distinctive personalities and musicianship. Pablo zoomed in with a motorcycle, aptly signaling the start of his playful new single “edsa”. He was an absolute joy to watch, prompting everyone to dance and sing along.Photographed by Mayks Go Next up was Justin with a Disney prince-like performance of “surreal” (who was later joined by Gelou of YARA), which filled the vast venue with so much warmth. He had a way of making such a massive concert with thousands of other fans feel so intimate and personal.Photographed by Mayks Go There’s no denying the presence of Josh; from the moment his logo flashed on the screen, the Coliseum erupted with excited screams and shrills. While technical difficulties made it difficult to fully appreciate the singer-rapper’s vocals, he brought on a performance of “Yoko Na” and “Wild Tonight” worth remembering.Photographed by Mayks Go Following him was Ken, who gave a moving rendition of his track “Kanako”1. The rapper — who is also known as FELIP — sang with so much love in his eyes and heart as he dedicated the emotional track to A’TIN. He happily looked out to the crowd singing each of the track’s heartfelt lines to his fans, eventually tearing up towards the end.Photographed by Mayks Go Closing out the solo stages was Stell, who — alongside Maestro Louie Ocampo — performed “Anino”, a track originally composed by Pablo. To say that Stell’s performance was stunning would be an understatement, showcasing vocal excellence that left everyone in awe. As the only member without solo music out, his performance proved that it’ll definitely be worth the wait.Photographed by Mayks Go The group closed out the concert with back-to-back performances of “Freedom”, “Crimzone”, and “What?” that masterfully wrapped up this chapter of SB19.Photographed by Mayks Go While goodbyes are typically difficult, the end of the PAGTATAG! era felt more like a celebration. The last year tested the limits and strengths of SB19 and their fans — in more ways than one, and their finale concerts served as a cathartic victory. “SB19 parin tayo [We’re still SB19.],” said Josh during the concert, alluding to the internal struggles that the band faced last year.Photographed by Mayks Go While this comes as the end of the group’s most compelling era yet, there’s still definitely more on the way. As SB19 repeated during throughout their show, “Nagsimula na ang wakas pero hindi pa ito ang huli [This is the start of the end, but this is not the last of us.]”Photographed by Mayks Go |
2024.05.21 17:21 shark_nebulae Is this part of the irrigation system?
 | Looking for insight, the previous people in my house did some, let's say questionable, things both inside and out. There was an irrigation system installed at one point but it was cut off eventually and the pipes were just left in. Everywhere I dig I find some sort of tubing of varying type and length, but except for this section the pieces are 10-20 feet in length and so shallow once I find one end I can pull the whole thing up with minimal force and they've never come right up to the surface, much less stick up from it. submitted by shark_nebulae to gardening [link] [comments] There are two heads that come up from this one (the other is about 10 feet away) and the fact that it isn't tied into a ratty old garden hose makes me think it might be something else. It's about 6 inches down right where the bit sticks out but a little away it's closer to 2 inches. I am planning to dig around and see where it goes but was wondering if anyone here could confirm if it is some sort of sprinkler head so I can dig without fear of a li'l zap or breaking a gas line or something. It's a ways off from where any plans say lines would be but those plans say not to trust them completely and with my city planning, I don't. |
2024.05.21 17:21 GamerGriffin548 Mech Discussion - The Cataphract
 | So, after riding the highpoint that was the simple, yet lovely designed Catapult last week, we now have the complex, yet experimental design that is the Cataphract. submitted by GamerGriffin548 to Mechwarrior5 [link] [comments] Cataphract is a word to describe a soldier that is wearing a full suit of armor. So it's name is very fitting to a 70-tonner that is meant for pure combat. Yet the Cataphract was more envisioned to be the next evolution of frontline battlemechs (until Davion curbstomped it) by incorporating top-of-the-line electronic warfare systems, much like it's brethren, the Raven. The Cataphract, alongside the Raven, is one of those few "new" mech designs of the 31st century. I learn very hard on the word 'new' as the Cataphract is what the Capellans are good at doing: Fucking things up. Underneath the Cataphract's skin is the trapped souls of a Marauder, a Shadow Hawk, and a Pheonix Hawk. Yes, the Cataphract is a FrankenMech, and the Capellans are mad scientists. Well... mad engineers, more like. So how does it perform in MW5? To me, its... um... fine. I guess. Like it does what it needs to for a heavy mech, but... it just lacks real a shock factor. It looks good, very robotic looking and such. So it's got style points. :3 There is lots of models to choose from too. So you get a pick of the litter if you want a Cataphract. The 0X and 0XP are your baseline Cataphracts. Carrying your EW packages with decent weaponry like a large energy weapon, two medium energy weapons, and a medium ballistic slot. The 1X strips out the electronic warfare systems for more energy hardpoints in the torsos. The 2P are of course your melee type. It's just a 1X with a large melee weapon. The 2X spices up the 1X by replacing the medium energy slot for a small missile slot. The 4X is a bit different. Downsizing the engine by near half, putting two medium ballistic slots in the arms, a large energy slot where most the engine was, and even a small missile slot snuggling up next to the cockpit. This thing might not go fast but with a endo steel chassis to boot you have lots of room to play with it. My preferred model. The newest addition from Solaris Showdown is the VE1. Hulking around with three medium ballistic slots and two medium energy slots can lay the hurt on anybody in front of you. It's really the cousin to the hero variant. The IM (Ilya Muromets) is what the VE1 ripped off of. Practically the same as as the VE1, save for a small energy slot and a upgrade slot. Tattered in Star League star symbols and even having lore for its proud Capellan pilot, Grigori Kovalenko, who used this Cataphract to hunt down any other Cataphract in non-Capellan aligned hands. The short story is on the Sarna Wiki if you're interested. Hero Rating: B- The Cataphract to me is a nice gesture of trying to evolve the heavy mech gameplay by incorporating EW modifiers. But as a MW aligned Battletech enthusiasts, the game really doesn't make me care too much about it. I'd like to know, if in strategy, the Cataphract pulls it's weight on the TT or BT2018. (Tips for players who are unaware: You can toggle your ECMs to disrupt mode to keep missile boats from laying into you too much.) I also just dislike the feel of the Cataphract's weapon layout. Most of the models keep their weapons in the arms with one spare in the torso, for when you eventually loose an arm. It's not bad, but you need to balance it very carefully. Sorry for how long it took for me to come back. Had some pretty hard days recently. Trying my best to keep going and keep posting. Yesterday was to Remembrance of Tukayyid in the Battletech universe which reminded me that MW5C will come out this year. This game series really helps me get by and these posts have given me the discipline to keep me focused. Next time - The humble and well distinguished Blackjack. |
2024.05.21 17:21 ThrowAR_a How to deal breakup while living with ex gf
Tl;dr: Broke up with my girlfriend because she is not the right one, now tearing in sadness
I 28 M broke up with my first girlfriend 25 F four weeks ago after a two-year relationship. To cut a long story short, she was good looking, honest and sweet but had some big red flags, I was thinking i could fix. I often had the feeling that she was blocking me in my life goals because of some of her toxic qualities and the inability of taking advices to help her with her depressions. I actually realised this very early on in our relationship, somehow it just wasn't right, but she was so terribly in love with me and I was somehow in love too, but not as intensely. But as I've never had a girlfriend before, I wanted to give it a try.
The thought of breaking up and the actual courage to do so took months. After all, I thought I could still "fix" her somehow or my feelings for her would get stronger.
I also knew that a break up would be better for her because she really wanted to get married and have children and I didn't want that at all. I didn't want to waste any more of her time or mine. She fought for two more weeks to keep us together, but I just couldn't take it anymore. We then had sex three more times and cuddled because we wanted at least a "soft" break up.
She then went out partying a lot and has now met someone she says she can see herself with. She often tells me that of course there are still feelings for me somewhere, but they are very small. She still lives with me (I live in the living room, she lives in the bedroom) and will probably do so for a while, as it's difficult for her to find an affordable flat with a dog that's within her budget and I would also have to save something on my salary if I wanted to leave. It's also problematic for her or me to go to one of her parents, as we no longer have any contact with them. She can't go to her new one either because he still lives with his parents.
So that means we'll probably be living together for another two months.
Although I'm the one who broke up and I'm absolutely sure that it was the right decision, it hurts so incredibly. Suddenly we're missing the cuddles, the hugs, the sex, the whole everyday life together is different. It all feels so cold and lonely. And the certainty that her new one is better than me (he gives her presents, doesn't look so much at money, a bit more gentlemanly, he has a driving licence - I don't and looks physically better than me) is driving me crazy, although I wanted and still want that for her too, because she deserves it. And all that I could have done if I just had change myself.
During the day, I'm actually fine with the feelings, but in the evenings I have this indescribable deep emotional pain. Especially because I know that she still wanted to fight for me and loved me with all her heart and now I've thrown that away. I had also made mistakes and she was sad about it, and I deeply regret that. She said she forgives me for everything, but I can't forgive myself. All I want is that she will be happy.
I was so damn unhappy in this relationship that the thought of it going on for months or years made me want to puke. During the relationship, I often thought it would be much more relaxed to be single and live alone, and I'm convinced that it is, but I can't deal with my feelings right now, it's all so bad, as if my heart had been ripped out. I don't even understand why you should ever start relationships, someone always suffers.
My question is how i shall survive this? Its like living in a nightmare. I wish we could still be friends and I want to be there for here and don’t loose her as a human but i know, as soon as she moves out, she will be forever away from me. It feels like she is dying and I want to say so much to her but I dont know what and how. I hoped we can do this peacefully and together.
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I 28 M broke up with my first girlfriend 25 F four weeks ago after a two-year relationship. To cut a long story short, she was good looking, honest and sweet but had some big red flags, I was thinking i could fix. I often had the feeling that she was blocking me in my life goals because of some of her toxic qualities and the inability of taking advices to help her with her depressions. I actually realised this very early on in our relationship, somehow it just wasn't right, but she was so terribly in love with me and I was somehow in love too, but not as intensely. But as I've never had a girlfriend before, I wanted to give it a try.
The thought of breaking up and the actual courage to do so took months. After all, I thought I could still "fix" her somehow or my feelings for her would get stronger.
I also knew that a break up would be better for her because she really wanted to get married and have children and I didn't want that at all. I didn't want to waste any more of her time or mine. She fought for two more weeks to keep us together, but I just couldn't take it anymore. We then had sex three more times and cuddled because we wanted at least a "soft" break up.
She then went out partying a lot and has now met someone she says she can see herself with. She often tells me that of course there are still feelings for me somewhere, but they are very small. She still lives with me (I live in the living room, she lives in the bedroom) and will probably do so for a while, as it's difficult for her to find an affordable flat with a dog that's within her budget and I would also have to save something on my salary if I wanted to leave. It's also problematic for her or me to go to one of her parents, as we no longer have any contact with them. She can't go to her new one either because he still lives with his parents.
So that means we'll probably be living together for another two months.
Although I'm the one who broke up and I'm absolutely sure that it was the right decision, it hurts so incredibly. Suddenly we're missing the cuddles, the hugs, the sex, the whole everyday life together is different. It all feels so cold and lonely. And the certainty that her new one is better than me (he gives her presents, doesn't look so much at money, a bit more gentlemanly, he has a driving licence - I don't and looks physically better than me) is driving me crazy, although I wanted and still want that for her too, because she deserves it. And all that I could have done if I just had change myself.
During the day, I'm actually fine with the feelings, but in the evenings I have this indescribable deep emotional pain. Especially because I know that she still wanted to fight for me and loved me with all her heart and now I've thrown that away. I had also made mistakes and she was sad about it, and I deeply regret that. She said she forgives me for everything, but I can't forgive myself. All I want is that she will be happy.
I was so damn unhappy in this relationship that the thought of it going on for months or years made me want to puke. During the relationship, I often thought it would be much more relaxed to be single and live alone, and I'm convinced that it is, but I can't deal with my feelings right now, it's all so bad, as if my heart had been ripped out. I don't even understand why you should ever start relationships, someone always suffers.
My question is how i shall survive this? Its like living in a nightmare. I wish we could still be friends and I want to be there for here and don’t loose her as a human but i know, as soon as she moves out, she will be forever away from me. It feels like she is dying and I want to say so much to her but I dont know what and how. I hoped we can do this peacefully and together.
2024.05.21 17:21 baby-luvs-gorgonzola My total principal owed doubled after consolidation
I consolidated my outstanding student loan balance of $50ish-k by the deadline in order to be considered for student loan forgiveness on the basis of having paid them for 20+ years now.
I just received a letter in the mail from Nelnet, my new service provider. “Congrats, your consolidation went through and here is what you now owe. Amount: “same $50ish-k I owed before consolidation”
Brilliant! I didn’t want the hassle of consolidating but it is the only way to be eligible for forgiveness based on years spent in repayment.
Then I quickly checked student aid dot gov and my updated total there - for PRINCIPAL - is $106k. I’ve been calling around all day - nelnet, Sloan, student aid dot gov - and no one has an answer. The most info was:
Student Aid dot Gov: You must owe this. It was reported by your new provider. We can’t edit the amount.
Nelnet (provider): Sometimes the totals aren’t correct until the consolidation has gone through. Maybe you should call Sloan, since they were your provider and consolidated back to us. (I am staring at a letter from Nelnet saying congrats! Your consolation has been originated !”)
Sloan: ?!?$&@?
Has anyone gone through this? Do I need to get a lawyer? The total is exactly double what I owe and the student gov site says I consolidated FOUR loans, when I have only had TWO for the past 14 years.
TIA
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I just received a letter in the mail from Nelnet, my new service provider. “Congrats, your consolidation went through and here is what you now owe. Amount: “same $50ish-k I owed before consolidation”
Brilliant! I didn’t want the hassle of consolidating but it is the only way to be eligible for forgiveness based on years spent in repayment.
Then I quickly checked student aid dot gov and my updated total there - for PRINCIPAL - is $106k. I’ve been calling around all day - nelnet, Sloan, student aid dot gov - and no one has an answer. The most info was:
Student Aid dot Gov: You must owe this. It was reported by your new provider. We can’t edit the amount.
Nelnet (provider): Sometimes the totals aren’t correct until the consolidation has gone through. Maybe you should call Sloan, since they were your provider and consolidated back to us. (I am staring at a letter from Nelnet saying congrats! Your consolation has been originated !”)
Sloan: ?!?$&@?
Has anyone gone through this? Do I need to get a lawyer? The total is exactly double what I owe and the student gov site says I consolidated FOUR loans, when I have only had TWO for the past 14 years.
TIA
2024.05.21 17:21 feme2023 moondrop moonriver 2 vs iFi hip-dac3
I wanted to get a good dac for a while now and having no experience with these things i wanted to try one out to see if it actually makes a difference when listening to music especially on my phone hence why i chose 2 portable ones. I first wanted to ask if its even worth getting one according to this community for my phone ( i have a samsung a02s) and if it does make a noticable difference when listening to music i wanted to ask which one of the two i should pick. The size doesnt really matter to me but around this size is good and around 200 euros aswell incase both of these arent really good dacs for this pricepoint. I mainly listen to music with lots of bass and singing so mainly pop and electro.
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